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somewhere in the crowd theres you <3
James Potter x fem!reader
based on the song Super Trouper by ABBA
summary: When James Potter injures his arm just before a big Quidditch match, he convinces his secretly talented (but anxious) girlfriend to take his place.
tw: panic attack
a/n: not proofread
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The problem starts with James being an idiot.
Or, well. Technically, it starts with a dive during practice â âfor dramatic effect,â he claimed â and the next, he was on the ground clutching his arm and wincing with a dramatic flair that Sirius called âvery on-brand.â
But you maintain it was his fault for trying to pull that ridiculous stunt he kept bragging about during breakfast.
âMadam Pomfrey says heâll live,â Remus says gently beside you as you hover in the Hospital Wing, arms crossed tightly.
âPity,â you mutter.
Sirius snorts. âShe doesnât mean that.â
You scowl. âNo, I do.â
James is lounging dramatically on the infirmary bed, with a cast on his arm and an arm sling, acting like itâs he's on the verge of death.
âDonât look so mournful, love,â he croaks at you. âYour hero lives on.â
âI donât look mournful,â you snap. âI look furious. Because you decided to pull that ridiculous stunt earlier and now youâve got the grace of a knocked-over bookshelf. And may I need to remind you, a day before the biggest Quidditch match of the season."
"And now how are you gonna find someone who's gonna fill out your spot just in time for tomorrow.â you continue with your eyebrows furrowed.
Its ironic how you're the one who's stressed out about this whole thing while the Quidditch captain doesn't seem to have a care in the world.
âBookshelves are noble,â he says. âAnd stacked with knowledge.â
âStacked with idiocy, apparently.â
Remus hides a smile.
James just blinks up at you like youâre the sun and heâs been staring too long. âYou know what would make me feel better?â
âLet me guess,â you say dryly. âSnogging.â
âWell, that too.â He smirks. âBut also â you flying for me.â
You blink. âWhat.â
âYou. Tomorrow. Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. You fill in.â
You laugh. Like, actually laugh out loud.
James just keeps smiling. âCâmon, youâre brilliant.â
âNo.â
âYes.â
âNo!â
âY/N.â He sits up straighter, and his voice softens. âYouâre the best flier I know. You just donât like the pressure of people watching you.â
You look down. Your throat tightens.
Remus, ever the peacemaker âYouâre the best flier weâve got besides James.â
âYouâve never even seen me play,â you scoffed, heart rate already spiking.
âPlease,â James groaned, âyou made me eat dirt third year when we were messing around on the pitch. You flew circles around me.â
You crossed your arms. âThat was a one-time thing and I was showing off because you wouldnât shut up about your record.â
âExactly,â James said, beaming despite the sling on his arm. âAnd now you get to show off again. Officially.â
A quiet moment goes by
âIâŠI canât,â you murmur. âYou know what happens. I freeze. My chest locks up. I feel like Iâm going to faint or fall orâor die or worse, vomit in public.â
James reaches out, his fingers curling lightly around your wrist.
âThen donât look at the crowd,â he says gently. âJust look for me.â
Your heart aches a little.
Because he says it like itâs easy.
Because part of you wants to believe heâs right.
âLook, I wouldnât ask if I didnât believe you could do it. Weâre playing Slytherin. We need you.â
You swallow. Your heart is already trying to break out of your chest, and itâs only the day before.
âBut what if I mess it up?â you whisper.
James leans forward. âYou wonât.â
âHow do you know?â
âI just doâ with that signature grin of his.
âReally reassuringâ
âž»
If someone had told you two weeks ago that youâd be starting as Seeker in the biggest Quidditch match of the year, you wouldâve laughed, choked, cried, and then passed out.
In that order.
But here you are. Dressed in Jamesâs oversized scarlet and gold jersey, broom clutched in white-knuckled hands, standing just outside the changing tent with your heart in your throat and what feels like a war inside your lungs.
Eight minutes to go.
The pitch roars outside. A blur of cheers and chants and stomping boots.
Your brain is short-circuiting.
You canât breathe.
Youâre too hot in your jersey. Your hands are shaking. Thereâs a stone lodged behind your ribs.
âIâm gonna die,â you mutter, sitting down hard on the bench by the tent flap.
âBit dramatic, even for you.â
You flinch.
Sirius stands in the doorway, arms crossed, still in full gear and a crooked concern in his expression.
You try to smile.
He doesnât smile back.
âTalk to me, Y/N.â
âIâm fine.â
âYou look like youâre about to throw up and cry.â
âThatâs just my face. Youâve seen it before.â
âYouâre not funny.â
âNo, youâre right. Iâm hilarious.â
He strides over and crouches in front of you. His voice is quieter now.
âYou donât have to do this. Iâll talk to McGonagall. Iâll bloody fly two positions if I have to.â
You shake your head quickly. âNo. I want to.â
Sirius studies you. His eyes soften.
âYouâre terrified.â
You nod. âYeah. Justâjust give me a minute, okay? I need a second.â
A long pause.
Then, quietly âOkay.â
He squeezes your hand once. Then leaves.
Your body slumps with the effort of just existing.
You bury your face in your hands. Try to breathe like Madam Pomfrey taught you â in for four, hold for four, out for four â but your lungs still feel too small.
Youâre going to mess it up.
Youâre going to fall.
Everyoneâs going to laugh.
âYou alright?â
You jump so hard you nearly kick your broom.
James Potter.
Leaning against the post of the tent like he owns the world, hair wind-tousled, grinning at you like youâre the one whoâs handsome and ridiculous.
Heâs still in a sling from yesterday. Which is his fault, by the way.
You groan. âDonât look at me.â
âToo late. Already doing it.â
âJames.â
âY/N.â
You glare. He sits beside you anyway.
âIâm fine,â you say preemptively.
âBrilliant,â he replies. âThen I wonât offer you this emergency chocolate I just so happen to have in my pocket.â
You pause.
ââŠWhat kind of chocolate?â
James grins, pulls a small Honeydukes bar from his robes, and holds it out like itâs a peace offering.
You snatch it. âThanks.â
âSo,â he says, swinging his legs under the bench. âYouâre panicking, huh?â
You freeze mid-bite.
âIânoâI justââ
He raises an eyebrow.
You sigh. âOkay. Yes. Like, a lot.â
James nods. âGood. Thatâs normal.â
âIs it?â
âSure.â He gestures grandly. âI panic all the time. Yesterday I forgot how to spell âFebruary.ââ
You snort. âThatâs just because youâre stupid.â
âAnd youâre gorgeous and terrified. We all have our things.â
You blink at him.
He leans in, nudges your knee with his.
âListen to me,â he says, quieter now. âYou donât have to be perfect. Just get out there. Do your thing. You donât have to be me.â
You scoff. âGood, because I have more brain cells.â
âDebatable. But weâll circle back.â
You laugh. It breaks the fog around your ribs a little.
James smiles.
âIâll be in the stands. Front row. First person youâll see when you look up.â
âWhat if I canât look up?â
âThen Iâll scream so loud youâll have to look up.â
You shake your head chuckling. âWhy are you like this?â
He shrugs. âBorn this way. Curse and a gift.â
You hesitate, then quietly: âThanks. For⊠being here.â
He meets your eyes.
âAlways,â he says simply. âNow go kick Slytherinâs arse.â
You stand, wobble slightly, then straighten your shoulders.
Youâre still scared.
But heâs watching.
And somehow, that makes it easier to breathe.
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Your vision swims.
The stands are packed â students crammed shoulder to shoulder, flags waving, chants rising like thunder.
âBreathe,â you whisper to yourself. In for four. Hold. Out for four. You repeat it. Again. Again.
âY/N,â Sirius says behind you, voice low and protective as he tightens his gloves. âIf you freeze up midair, you land. Got it? I donât care if weâre down 200 points. You land.â
âIâll be fine,â you mutter.
âYouâre pale.â
âIâm always pale.â
He glares at you, jaw tight. He doesnât say Iâm worried out loud, but he doesnât have to. You can see it in the twitch of his eye and the way he keeps glancing between you and the sky like heâs weighing the wind himself.
You offer a weak smile. âTry not to punch a Slytherin in midair again.â
âNo promises,â he mutters.
âž»
The whistle shrieks.
You mount your broom and push off. Your stomach lurches.
The world spins around you for a second â air whipping past, people screaming, wind pressing at your ears â but you manage to stay steady.
You start flying slow circles above the match. Not diving, not chasing. Just⊠existing.
Barely.
The Slytherin Seeker zooms past you with a sneer. âGryffindor couldnât afford a real one, huh?â
You want to scream. Or vanish. Or both.
You pull your broom a little higher. Hide.
Then you hear it.
âY/N! Y/N!â âYOU CAN DO IT! GO! THATâS MY GIRL!â
You blink.
The voice is obnoxiously loud â familiar and grinning.
You glance down instinctively and spot him immediately.
James Potter, front row of the Gryffindor stands, somehow out of his sling, hands cupped around his mouth as he screams.
Next to him, Remus is trying to calm him. And Peter who has somehow acquired a red-and-gold megaphone screaming encouragements.
James waves both arms in the air like a man possessed.
âSHEâS GORGEOUS AND SHEâS GOT A SNITCH TO CATCH! MOVE OUT THE WAY, SLYTHERIN!â
You laugh.
Actually laugh.
A short, stunned laugh that escapes you without permission. It rattles your chest and leaves your lungs a little lighter.
You look up.
The wind hits your face. The sun glints off something to your left, fast, bright, fluttering.
The Snitch.
You dive.
Nothing exists but the gold flicker ahead of you and the rush of air behind you.
The Slytherin Seeker spots it too and follows, but youâre faster. Lighter. Sharper.
Your heart pounds. Your eyes sting from the wind.
The cheers around you turn into a dull roar and somewhere in it, you hear him.
âYOUâVE GOT IT, LOVE! GO, GO, GO!â
And suddenly, youâre not scared.
Suddenly, you believe it.
You flew like you were born to do it.
Sharp turns. Clean dives. You didnât even notice the eyes on you after the second lap â you were too busy focused on the wind in your hair, the sound of the air parting around your broom, the way your muscles remembered how to move.
It was like a song youâd known all along.
You chased the Snitch, heart in your throat, eyes locked, adrenaline buzzing.
Faster. Closer.
And with one final lungeâyour fingers curled around it.
The whistle blows and the crowd explodes.
You canât believe it. You actually did it.
You land shakily back on the ground, your teammates crushed you in a hug, screaming and laughing. People were chanting your name. Marlene gave you a headlock no one asked for. Even McGonagall looked impressed.
Sirius rips his helmet off midair, looking like he might cry and punch someone simultaneously. He swoops down, grabs you in a crushing hug mid-laugh.
âYou absolute maniac,â he breathes. âThat was insane. That wasâMerlin. You did it.â
You canât stop smiling. Youâre breathless and shaking but so happy.
The team is lifting you up. Students are pouring down the stands.
But your eyes are searching for only one thing.
Youâre still riding the high â the Snitch clutched in your hand, your chest tight with laughter and disbelief. Gryffindor is screaming. Red and gold confetti is falling from somewhere (you suspect Remus had a charm ready).
And then â from the crowd â comes the voice again âTHATâS MY GIRL! SHEâS A LEGEND! SHEâSââ James Potter.
Charging down from the stands like a golden retriever on fire.
You catch his eyes just as youâre lowering to the ground. Heâs pushing through people like a man possessed â beaming, breathless, sprinting.
Andâwait.
Thatâs when you finally realised.
Heâs using both arms.
No sling. No careful cradle. Just full arm-swinging enthusiasm, waving at you like heâs landing a plane.
You freeze mid-step.
You glance at his shoulder. Then at your hand â still holding the Snitch. Then back at him.
He doesnât notice. Heâs too busy literally jumping up and down.
âY/N! Did you SEE that catch? You were likeâwoosh! and thenâbam! Youâre a star, I meanâIâm amazing for choosing you, obviously, but youââ
You stare at him.
âJames.â
ââand the way you dropped into the dive, Merlin, I was ready to pass outââ
âJames.â
He blinks. âWhat?â
You just⊠point.
To his arm.
Now very much not broken.
The whole team starts going quiet around you. Sirius raises one eyebrow so high it practically vanishes into his hairline.
You fold your arms. âYouâre not even hurt?â
James immediately backpedals. âIâI was! I mean, technically, there was a mildââ
âMild?!â
âOkay, so I may have exaggerated the severity of the fractureââ
âIt wasnât even fractured, was it?â
ââŠNo.â
The team loses it.
Sirius lets out an actual cackle. Remus just pinches the bridge of his nose like heâs questioning every life choice that led him here. Peterâs laughing so hard he nearly drops his wand.
âYou lied,â you say, half-stunned, half-laughing. âYou faked an injury.â
James holds up his hands. âI didnât fakeâokay, yes, but I had to! I wanted you to play!â
You gape at him.
âY/N, youâre so good, and youâd never try out on your own, and I knew if I didnât give you a reasonââ
âYou couldâve asked me!â
âI did! That one time in third year!â
âThat doesnât count, you offered me the Beater position as a joke!â
James grins sheepishly. âOkay, yeah, that was mostly for the flirting. But this time I was serious.â
Sirius chimes in, âYouâre never serious. IâM Sirius.â
You and James both groan.
âYou areââ you jab a finger into his chest, ââan absolute menace.â
âAnd yetâŠâ he leans in, eyes twinkling, ââŠyou still look good in my jersey.â
You shove him. âYouâre the worst.â
He laughs. âMaybe. But you did it, didnât you?â
You sigh, finally letting a grin creep in.
ââŠYeah,â you admit. âI did.â
He beams.
âI knew you could do it,â he said, soft and proud.
And when he wraps both arms around you in a warm, full-bodied hug â with no sling, no excuse, no apology â you let him.
Because somewhere in the crowd, it was him.
Even if he was being a complete idiot.
#james potter x reader#james potter#marauders#marauders era#james potter x you#james potter x fem!reader#fluff#harry potter#hogwarts#quidditch#fanfiction#james potter fanfiction#james potter x y/n#james potter imagine#hp marauders#imagine
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a quick one-shot that's been on my mind since i watched the finale last night.
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Around dawn, when Hardison was snoring lightly into his pillow, Parker slipped out of the room.
It was her room, technicallyâeven theirs, when Alec was in town. But Parker never liked to call it that, not when it was just a place she laid her head while away from the home theyâd built together.Â
She didnât mean the house, either, though she loved that place and missed it fiercely while they were in Louisiana. Hardison had put so much work into it, a beautiful ranch-style build for Eliot with a courtyard of flowersâboth the beautiful and the bizarreâfor when Sophie needed a break from everything. The library had been for Nate, a place of stained-glass windows and quiet contemplation, where heâd spent a good chunk of the end of his life. The server room and workshop had been for Alecâand Breana, though heâd never admit it to her faceâand the vents? The vents had been the first thing heâd planned, and were so complex and labyrinthine that it had taken Parker months to master them all.Â
It was the closest a place had ever felt like home to Parker, but she knew better than that. Home wasnât walls and windows and vents; home was people. Her people.Â
The sun hadnât risen yet, but the sky was starting to lighten as it drew near, a cobalt blue that reminded Parker of the Hope Diamond, of the Star of India, of a million different gems sheâd stolen at one point or another. It was the sort of color that made you believe you really could start anew, go on a journey and come out of it changed, maybe even for the better.
It wasnât hard to find him. Eliot didnât like to admit it often, but he and Parker were cut from the same cloth. Parker wondered if sheâd be more like him if sheâd had parents who loved her. She wondered if heâd be more like her if there wasnât so much blood on his hands.Â
The roof of the Hancock-Whitney Center was technically off-limits, but Parker assumed those rules were for normal, honest people. As the tallest building in the city, it housed an emergency heliport, but it was a poorly-kept secret around New Orleans that some of the richer lawyers who worked in the penthouse offices constituted âtrips to the Caymansâ as emergencies.
There was something freeing about being up so high without a rope or harness. One misstep, one miscalculation, and Parker would tumble to her death, gone in seconds. It was a thought that frightened normal people like Hardison and Sophie, but sent a chill of excitement down Parkerâs spine. No one could touch her when she was so high above the world. Â
Eliot, she knew, came to places like these out of a sense of duty. Like a livestock dog, heâd choose the best vantage point to watch over his flockâeven if that flock included every innocent person in the world. When he needed to think, he could stare out over the city for hours, silent and still.Â
He was there now, perched on a ledge with a six pack by his side. There was something endearing about the way his admittedly short legs dangled over the edge, like a child in a chair built for someone larger. Parker let her footsteps gradually grow louder, knowing Eliot would hear her long before she reached him.Â
âCanât sleep?â He asked, not bothering to turn around. Parker climbed up next to him and stole the bottle that hung loosely from his fingers.Â
âGot a couple hours,â she said truthfully. âHow long have you been up here?âÂ
Eliot shrugged. âDunno. When did Hardison and Breanna start arguing about dipshits and dorks or whatever?âÂ
âDungeons and Dragons,â Parker corrected, though they both knew Eliot already knew that. âFour hours ago.âÂ
Eliot tipped his head as if to say, well there you go. Parker always found it amusing how expressive he was when he wasnât busy scowling. She took a long pull of her stolen beer and handed the bottle back.Â
âWould you really have let me kill him?âÂ
It was the question that had been on Parkerâs mind for days now, in the quiet hours where she tried to nap on the loaned chopper that took her to and from Colombia. Eliot had been serious, when heâd told her heâd have her back no matter her choice, but something didnât sit right, like puzzle pieces that looked like they should fit together but didnât quite mesh no matter how hard she forced them.Â
âOf course,â Eliot said, like it was the most normal thing in the world. âI told you, Parker, youâre not Nate.âÂ
âNo,â she agreed. âWeâre different than them. But you donâtâŠdo that anymore.âÂ
If she didnât know him as well as she did, Parker wouldnât have noticed the miniscule twitch of the muscle in Eliotâs jaw, the way his shoulders set to brace for a blow. âI donât,â he said quietly. âBut youâre not me, either.âÂ
âWould you?â Parker heard herself ask. âDo it again?âÂ
For the first time since sheâd sat down, Eliot looked at her. His eyes were always so soft, so sad, even when the rest of him was a hardened tool of violence. Hardison had mentioned it once, late at night when the two of them had been too wired to sleep. He thinks heâs broken, Alec had whispered. And that he can never be- fixed? Healed?
You could, sheâd said. You do. You fix everything.Â
The half-smile heâd given her had been so devastated, Parker had nearly cried.Â
âI would,â Eliot finally admitted. âWith the right motivation.âÂ
âAnd whatâs that?â Parker asked.Â
âCâmon, now,â he said, elbowing her gently. âYou know the answer to that.âÂ
And she did. There was no doubt in her mind that if her life was in dangerâor Hardisonâs, or Sophieâs, or Breannaâs, or even HarryâsâEliot would kill the entire world to keep them safe.Â
âBut thatâs not what this was, with Ramirez,â Parker said, looking out over the city. Even New Orleans had to sleep, but there were hundreds of dots of light speckling the darkness. There were people coming home from graveyard shifts and people getting ready to replace them. There were students up late studying and parents up early with crying babies. There were friends out partying still and lovers wrapping themselves in each otherâs arms and families coming together for a meal or a hug or to say hello or goodbye. Thousands of souls laid out in front of Parkerâs eyesâand Eliot would just let her end one?Â
âRamirez hurt children,â Eliot said simply. âHe wouldâve gotten one killed sooner rather than later. Leaving him alive is a risk. A calculated one,â he added quickly. âBut a risk nonetheless. You wouldnât have been protecting one of us, Parker. You wouldâve been protecting those kids.âÂ
âThought you looked down on vigilante killings,â Parker whispered, voice growing suspiciously thick.Â
âUsually, yeah.â Eliot shrugged. âBut I trust you. And even- even if it was a wrong call, a death I couldnât justify, Iâd still have your back.âÂ
âEven if I killed Hardison? Or Sophie?â Parker dipped her face against her shoulder, trying to wipe away the tears that had started falling.Â
âI canât imagine a world where that would happen,â Eliot said with a gentle laugh. âBut yes.âÂ
âThatâs horrible,â Parker said, making Eliot laugh harder. âIâm telling Hardison you said that.âÂ
âDo not-â Eliot turned to shove her, but Parker was already dancing across the helipad, tears drying on her cheeks. Eliot followed after her, beer forgotten, scowl back in place, and for the first time since Edgar Ramirez came across her radar, Parkerâs heart felt light.Â
#leverage#leverage redemption#leverage spoilers#eliot spencer#parker#tempted to call this the long way up job lmao
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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 200 (How Do You Break a Mermaid's Curse?)
At home with her family on a quiet summer evening, Heather took a call from Mortimer Goth. "You won't believe who your Uncle Karl and I just spoke to," he said, telling her all about his second cousin Raina and a mysterious letter found in a trunk at her mother's home.
"There's only one way any Goths in Simlandia could end up with a letter written by Lady Ravendancer Goth to a Landgraab daughter," he said, and Heather nodded.
"It's all true, isn't it?"
"It looks that way, but it doesn't change anything now. You're still headed to Sulani to find out how to break the mermaid's curse, and Karl and I are looking into whether this apparent daughter, Theresa Landgraab, might have any living descendants. Lady Ravendancer was my great-grandmother, so they're my family, too. They don't even know they might be cursed."
Heather nodded. "You've got family secrets to uncover, and I've got a curse to break. Thanks for calling."
She hung up with a smile but her insides churned with anxiety. Her accomplished boy, so grown up, yet an accursed Landgraab who saw ghosts and nursed a crush on Brindleton Bay's best answer to Regina George. What would his future be?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the delivery of several boxes and she checked the sender. Her new friend, Elucea Glynnan, was a rancher in Chestnut Ridge, and they'd met during filming of Dating Deanna while guest judges for an animal-focused challenge in Brindleton Bay.
Elucea, a vampire-mermaid dragon goddess (yes!), had four toddlers at home, and had promised to send more than enough baby gear to set Rafa and Melissa up for quads, should they ever find themselves with a "School" such as hers.
To distract herself from worries about her son, Heather pulled out her phone to thank her. They caught each other up on their lives since they'd wrapped filming and gossiped a little about their favourite contestants. "Thank you so much for all the baby stuff. Ximena gives birth any day now; I know Rafa and Melissa are scared, but this will help them so much."
"Sulani can be a good place to raise kids," Elucea assured her. "It's quiet, sunny, and there are so many places for kids to explore. And you said Rafa joined the force there?"
"He's just a cadet for now, but he's turned his life around so well, despite everything. I think a lot about the two of them, and how hard it is to raise a baby."
"At least there's only one. The force in Sulani is usually pretty busy busting kava smugglers, but the mermaids stay out of their way."
"How much do you know about mermaids and their curses?"
"Depends on the mermaid and the curse," Elucea replied. "Why?"
Heather felt sheepish. "Just...I know a story about an ancient mermaid's curse on the Landgraabs and I wondered if you knew anything about it."
"I know the Landgraabs would be easy to curse, but I've never heard of anything like that. You might find a descendant of the mermaid who allegedly laid the curse when you're in Sulani. If they're a real descendant, they'll know how to break the curse inherently. These family secrets imprint on mermaid offspring, like bubbles of knowledge that float to the surface when prompted."
"So, how do I find a mermaid in Sulani, and how do I prompt them to remember?"
Elucea laughed. "You could ask locals if they're a mermaid, but it won't do you any good. They hide their identities and tend to resent people for not trusting their disguises."
"I guess that makes sense. You probably deal with that a fair bit, huh?"
The occult queen managed a smile. "That's a whole other conversation! But if you find a special kind of conch shell on the beach and blow into it, it'll act like a siren call and mers won't be able to resist it. It's huge, usually shades of orange. If there's one to be found, you can't miss it. You won't force them to tell you the truth, but mermaids tell all kinds of secrets to humans they can trust. Just look at me, telling you how to drag a mermaid out of hiding."
Heather smiled. "I'm glad you can trust me, El. Thank you for this; if you or the School or the ranch ever need anything, I'm a phone call away."
"Thanks Heather, but I'm happy to help you any way I can, anytime. Just remember that all mermaid's curses can be broken, but it's never easy. Good luck in Sulani."
She hung up and walked through the alcove with the computer, where Ash looked up curiously from his programming practice. "Who sent all those boxes of baby stuff?"
"Elucea Glynnan. She's a friend of mine from Dating Deanna and lives in Chestnut Ridge, but we're going to ship it with us to Sulani for Rafa and Melissa and the baby."
"The prison baby?"
"That's not the baby's fault," she reminded him. He rolled his eyes and she told him to pause his programming for a few minutes. "I want to talk to you about a story Mortimer Goth told me before you were born. It's sort of a fantasy tale and for years I didn't really believe it. I still don't know how much I believe, but you deserve to know the story, too."
With Lavender off at violin practice and Conrad working with Roan on some flash cards, mother and son could speak without interruption. She carefully revealed what she knew of the mermaid's curse on the Landgraab family line, about his great-great-great grandfather, Malcolm "Admiral" Landgraab and his affair with Mortimer Goth's great-grandmother, Lady Victorine Ravendancer.
He listened quietly until she finished, letting the story percolate in his genius mind.
"Dad always says the Landgraab name's a blessing and a curse," he said slowly. "I know people hate the Landgraabs; I've heard it all my life. 'Landgraab Corp. might as well be called Evil Corp.' and whatever. And you didn't want to work for them, either."
"It was different for me," she said quickly. "I was dating your father and I didn't want his mother to be my boss on top of that."
"Then you hacked them."
"Which wasn't smart on my part."
"Isn't that how you met Conrad?"
She stood when she heard the dryer beep in the next room, encouraging Ash to join her. He followed quietly, checking his phone for text messages on the way.
Heather frowned. "Your friends' texts will still be there in five minutes, Ash. Are you okay with all this?"
"I get it," he said with a shrug. "I love Nan, but she's rude to people for no reason all the time. Maybe that's why people think she's cursed."
Heather was quiet. Nancy Landgraab might just be a cow, curse or no curse, but she didn't need to say that out loud to the one person she and Nancy both loved. "I'm sorry I didn't talk about this with you sooner, but I just wanted you to be a kid, you know? We had enough to worry about with you seeing ghosts, getting taken by Marco..."
"It's okay, Mom. Curses are usually just stories invented to explain things - like all my Landgraab ancestors kinda being jerks. Admiral Landgraab tore up the west looking for oil and turned half of it into barren desert."
"You know about that?"
He nodded. "We learned about it in history class."
"I want more than anything for this be a made up story, but when we go to Sulani, it won't just be for Rafa and Melissa and the baby. If there's a way to break this curse, we'll find it. I'll always do anything to keep you safe - me and Conrad. We love you so much and we'll protect you and your sister and brother forever."
Ash smiled gratefully. "I know you will, Mom. But it's okay - a curse doesn't really scare me. And it might be kinda cool to meet a real mermaid in Sulani."
After a shower, Heather decided to make Ash's favourite - spaghetti with Dulce sauce (now in grocery stores all over Simlandia, usually just a few aisles away from the Nesbeets and the Buttercups!) but she was surprised to see Conrad come downstairs with Roan in his work uniform. "Isn't today your day off?"
"The Chief just called me in. Says she needs to talk to me."
"About what?" She stirred the pasta on the stove.
"She wouldn't say, but she sounded pretty serious. I've got to head in to the station and I'll probably miss dinner."
"It's alright. There will be plenty of leftover spaghetti, and we've got a whole cupboard full of Dulce's marinara sauce, thanks to Ash! You won't go hungry when you get back home." ->
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A huge thank you to @hashimasims for sending shots of Elucea and also a room full of baby stuff on the gallery. I'll be revealing the goods when they make it to Sulani, but Elucea and her Watcher got word of Heather's baby registry and went to town, I loved it so much!! Thank you to @changingplumbob, as well, for bringing our sims together in your save to help facilitate this crossover!
And check out the rest of Mortimer's conversation with Raina Goth over at @berrysims-lp's blog (linked!), because that conversation ties into the mysteries of Lady Ravendancer and Malcolm A. Landgraab that very much matter to this legacy's lore, too!
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4. A New Neighbor
ningning x male! OC
word count: 1177 words
part of the series: midnight rain



June 14, 2025
"Dude, have you heard? A sasaeng broke into the Aespa dorms," one of the Dohun's co-workers said reading the article from his phone.
Dohun's ears perked up after hearing what his co-worker just said. He stopped wiping the tables and looked at what his co-worker just said, "Seriously, man? That's crazy, SM should sue them for breaking in! That person is violating their privacy!"
"Since when do you care? I thought you were not into Aespa," his co-worker replied, giving Dohun a confused look.
"Hey, just because I'm not into Aespa doesn't mean I don't have sympathy for them. Geez, can't a man feel sympathy anymore?" Dohun said, rolling his eyes completely finding the absurdity of what his co-worker just said.
"Oh well, you do you," was all what his co-worker just said, sighing in defeat before he went on with mopping the floor of the diner. He could never win an argument against the twenty three year old, it seems Dohun always had a counter everytime he has an argument with him. Not surprising after all, the man is in law school.
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"Are you really moving out, Ning?" Winter asked as she noticed Ningning packing everything in her luggage, feeling the fury and anger of the Chinese idol from ten miles away even though all she did was pack her things.
"I'm so sick and tired of being here. We always get followed around like this, I don't care if it's part of the job. I just had it with these people, especially with that sasaeng that broke into our dorm a few days ago, I don't think I can stay any longer. I get paranoid if someone is there or not, I have huge anxiety of what's going to happen, and all that. I can't even find comfort in the one place I'm supposed to feel the most comfortable in," Ning said, her teeth clenching and the tone of her voice being filled with irritation and displeasure, she just wanted to find at least one place where she wouldn't overthink and have the most anxious thoughts, she couldn't even get the feeling of relaxation in the dorm, the place she's staying in.
Karina just sighed at what the maknae just said, heck, even she was annoyed with what the sasaeng just did but as the leader of the group, she knew she had to calm down the youngest member, "Ning, you know SM is doing their best with this, they are going to take legal action to that person, and everything would be-"
"I don't care about that, unnie. You guys just don't get it, it's so uncomfortable to stay in a place where you don't even feel safe in," Ning replied, cutting off what the leader just said and continued to furiously pack her things.
"So, if not the dorms, where are you even going to stay?" Giselle asked, watching the Chinese idol continue to pack her bags out of anger with the incident a few days ago.
"I found an apartment complex in a secluded area. It's still around Seoul but it's in an area where not that many people live in. I already secured a vacant room there and that's where I'm gonna start living in from now on. So, if you guys want to visit me, here's my address," Ning said with a tired look, giving the address of the apartment she's going to stay in from now on to the three other members.
"Well, if you say so, Ning. If you believe that's what's best for you, you should go for it. But, did you get the green light from SM to do this?" Karina asked looking at the Chinese idol, noticing her decision is final with the youngest carrying her bags.
Ningning nods what the leader just asked before she replied, "Yes, I already talked with SM about it and they said they were okay with it. As long as I show up for work, it's fine by them."
Then, Ningning left the dorm while carrying her bags, ready to settle into her new apartment.
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Dohun just got back to his apartment after finishing his shift part time at the diner. It was past twelve in the morning and he was ready to fall asleep to prepare for afternoon lectures at his law school soon, but then he noticed the light of the apartment next to him open. That was strange, that room has been unoccupied for a while now since the old lady that used to live there moved out now, how come the light from beside it just turned on? A new neighbor perhaps? But if there was, shouldn't he be informed about it?
Or maybe he was too tired from the day to even catch from his landlord and neighbors that someone new is going on to move in. He wanted to go there and see if someone new just moved in, to welcome them, of course. He was the type to always welcome someone if he gets a new neighbor. But it was already late and the person was probably too tired to process everything right now so he decided to wait for tomorrow to welcome them.
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June 15, 2025
It was a bright morning for Ningning, she didn't have any schedules today. It was perfect timing, given she still hasn't adjusted in to her new apartment. She spent the entire night unpacking until she got tired and ended up falling asleep on the couch while in the middle of unpacking. She decided, since she didn't have any schedules today, she will continue unpacking⊠after breakfast.
She got up from the couch and went to the kitchen to start preparing breakfast. Of course, being the foodie she was, she ate up all her breakfast before she threw the plate and bowl in the sink before washing them. Back in the dorms, she was used to her and other Aespa members taking turns on who will do which chore but now that she was living alone, she was going to adjust in doing all the chores by herself.
Once she finished doing the dishes, she decided to treat herself with a cup of coffee. She turned on the coffee maker she placed last night and made coffee for herself, she was enjoying the sweet aroma and bitter taste of the coffee. The smell seething right into her nose, waiting for it to be gulped and finished but then the scent and coffee time by herself suddenly cut off when she heard the door knock.
She sighed in annoyance, they ruined her beautiful morning. She walked to the door of the apartment and answered it, she had the gut feeling that something insane was going to happen and she didn't know what it was.
Once she answered the door, her eyes widened, her heart dropped, and she almost broke her cup of coffee with who she just saw at the door.
"Hi, you must be the new neighbor, I'm Dohun, nice to meet you."
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When I was 3 years old I went to a preschool that had this little green crocheted crocodile finger puppet that was my absolute favorite toy to play with of all time. I named her Chelsea, because Chelsea starts with C and crocodile starts with C and more often than not wild animals in fiction aimed at kids have names that start with the same first letter as their species. I played with Chelsea every day, because she was my favorite toy, and because the other kids weren't really interested in her, and also because I eventually started to hide her in a special secret spot in the room so no one else would find her before I did. She was so beloved by me that when I graduated from preschool, my teachers gave Chelsea to me permanently, because it was clear no one else would ever love that little crochet crocodile as much as me anyway (in part because I hid her). They waited a few weeks after I graduated before doing it, too, and sent Chelsea with some post cards as if the crocodile had been on a whirlwind "travel the world" vacation before deciding to come live with me.
And Chelsea remained my favorite toy all through my childhood. There were others I loved nearly as much, like my Imperial Godzilla and the big red T.rex from the first Jurassic Park toy line and my tiny knockoff plush Charmander, but Chelsea always held the place of honor in my heart. She was my absolute favorite toy.
I kept a lot of my favorite toys through adolescence, even if social pressure eventually got me to give away a lot of them (and some, y'know, broke). That's obviously not surprising to you if you've followed my blog, since I still collect toys into my adulthood. But it's important to note because while I know I made a conscious effort to never throw out Chelsea every time I pared down my collection... at some point, she went missing.
I became aware of it when I graduated from high school. I was feeling really emotional about leaving that stage of my life and, y'know, becoming an adult and shit, and in that state I decided to find Chelsea to reassure myself that I hadn't entirely left childhood behind. But Chelsea wasn't there. No matter how hard I looked, I could not find Chelsea anywhere.
And that was, like, devastating, because the only explanation was that somehow, at some point, I had accidentally tossed her out with some other "childhood junk" while trying to grow up and be responsible in my teen years. I had literally thrown away my childhood in a careless attempt to be more grown up.
Of course I knew she was just a toy - nothing more than some yarn twisted together in the loose shape of a crocodile, lifeless and soul-less and more or less worthless in the objective light of day. But she was also Chelsea, my best friend since i was three, my stalwart little pal, a source of comfort for most of my life at that point, and I had just... tossed her out! Like garbage! What kind of person was I becoming if I could do that to my best friend?
I was very visibly distraught, and my mom noticed. Being very crafty, she tried to find the pattern for Chelsea so she could crochet me a new one. The problem is, she had no idea where to find said pattern. She checked all her books of crochet patterns, and when that failed she tried the internet, but no matter how hard she looked, she found nothing.
So my mom found the next best thing.

The original Chelsea was a tiny finger puppet, and I had "met" her when I was three. Well, I was eighteen now - shouldn't Chelsea have grown too? And as has been established, this crocodile was fond of whirlwind vacations. My mom found a pattern that looked as much like Chelsea as possible while also being a much bigger crocodile, and gifted her to me before I left for college - to show that while we can't stop the flow of time or how it changes us, that doesn't mean we have to leave it behind.
And yeah, I decided to believe it. That's Chelsea now. Yeah, I know that in reality it's a completely different set of yarn made by my mom rather than... whoever it was that crocheted the original Chelsea, but then, Chelsea was never really the yarn. She was the feelings I put into the yarn, you know? So that's Chelsea, all grown up, and still my most prized toy.
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Flash forward... Jesus, eighteen years, holy shit. A few weeks ago I saw a post trying to identify a different crochet crocodile pattern, and thinking it was cute, I decided to try and look for it on ebay and etsy, just to see if maybe I could find it. I didn't, but do you know what I found instead?

A very familiar crochet crocodile finger puppet. An intensely familiar one, you might say. Of course I bought it. And of course I asked the seller if, perhaps, they might have the pattern for it or know where it came from (they did not, alas). And after a few days, she showed up at my house.

She's not Chelsea, obviously. For one thing, she's far too clean and fresh looking - Chelsea was very well loved, and looked the part, while this crocodile finger puppet has definitely not endured years upon years of a child's affection. And, more importantly, she's not Chelsea because we've already established that Chelsea grew up into a bigger crochet crocodile. This has to be Chelsea's younger sister, Cici.
And if I could find another of Chelsea's kind after all these years, then maybe, with a bit of luck, I might find the pattern for her, and be able to make more of them. Fill the world with Chelseas.
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pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
word count: 8.7k words
summary:Â in which you and steve randomly meet at a bar and realize that you two can help each other out with a similar problem
warnings:Â explicit language, mentions of alcohol/drinking, mentions of past bad relationships (very recent breakups), smut (18+), oral (f!receiving), protected p in v sex
authorâs note: i genuinely canât believe how long this ended up being lol hope yall enjoy though!<333
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âWe could be the greatest wingwoman and wingman for you right now if you just let us, dingus.â
Steve rolled his eyes at Robinâs words. âI already let you guys drag me to this bar, isnât that enough?â
Robin responded with a simple, âNo, itâs notâ before taking another sip of her drink, while Eddie said something about how if this were a year ago, they wouldnât have had to force Steve to this bar because he would have suggested the idea himself.Â
âMonica changed you for the worse, man,â Eddie continued, and Steve only frowned at him.Â
Robin gave Eddieâs arm a quick whack. âHey, we promised no Monica slander tonight. At least not right in front of him.â
Steve gave them both the most unamused look. âYou guys really had to make a deal about that? To not talk shit about my ex?â
âOkay, donât say it like that,â Robin told him. âIt would actually be super warranted if we did wanna talk shit about her. She was super pretentious and she hated all of your friends; me and Eddie, especially.â
Steve couldnât think of a rebuttal to that on the spot, so he ended up saying nothing. And then he reminded himself that Monica had brutally dumped him two weeks ago, so why should he even want to defend her to his best friends anymore?
âThereâs seriously not one girl here right now that you could maybe be interested in?â Eddie asked, and Steve was grateful that the conversation was at least slightly shifting away from Monica.
But, he didnât even take a quick look around the bar before answering Eddieâs question with an immediate âNoâ and hoping that the subject would change again.
Eddie groaned and then proceeded to finish what was left of his beer, and Robin sighed before saying, âIf you at least talked to a random girl here, and just maybe flirted a little bit, donât you think youâd feel a little less sad about the breakup?â
âIâm not sad about it, though,â Was Steveâs immediate response, and it was only kind of a lie.Â
It really wasnât Monica breaking up with him that made him sad; it was more about him spending almost a year of his life with someone that he knew he probably shouldnât have been with in the first place because of how incompatible they were. That hard truth was what made him feel sad and a little stupid. Actually, scratch that, a lot stupid. But things with her had become so comfortable and routine that it eventually felt easier staying than leaving.Â
Robin simply gave him a look before shaking her head. âYouâre a terrible liar. Last night I saw you watching that one National Geographic documentary that you only watch when youâre sad. Which I still find kinda weird, but youâre my best friend and I love you and all of your weird coping habits.â
âWait, which documentary is it again?â Eddie asked, laughing a little. âThe one about the whales or the one about the lions?â
âWhales,â Robin answered. âAnd it's like three hours long.â
âIâm going to the bathroom,â Steve abruptly said before Robin or Eddie could say anything else.Â
He left his half-drunk beer with his friends and walked away from the high table theyâd been occupying for the past hour and headed toward where the bathrooms were down a random hallway.Â
âDonât try to sneak out the back. We have your location and we will find you,â He heard Robin say from behind him. âAnd donât turn it off now that I just mentioned it.â
Steve laughed as he held up his hand, giving her a quick thumbs-up in response.Â
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There was only so much waiting and hiding you could do, so you decided to ask the first guy that you saw exiting the bathroom.Â
âHey, are the two girls sitting at the end of the right side of the bar looking this way?âÂ
Surprisingly, this random guy didnât question why you were asking him that, or why you couldnât check that yourself, or even question why you were so obviously hiding in this slightly secluded hallway where the terrible bathrooms were.Â
Instead, he stepped out of the hallway a little bit and took a peek around the corner for you, and then turned back to you after a second. âYeah, I see two girls looking this way.â
âShit.â
âWho are they?â
âMy friends.â
The confused look he gave you was immediate. âWhy are you trying to avoid your friends?â
You sighed as you leaned back against the wall behind you. âBecause theyâre trying to convince me that going home with a random guy tonight will help me get over my boyfriend who just broke up with me.â
The laugh he let out in response surprised you. It also made you feel equal parts offended and amused.Â
âIs my devastating heartbreak funny to you?â
For the most part, you were exaggerating; your breakup with Elliott hadnât actually been all too devastatingâ no outward lying or cheating, just a lot of miscommunications and bad timingsâ but you kind of wanted this random guy to feel at least a little bad for laughing at you.Â
âShit, no, sorry,â He said, and his cheeks reddened a bit in what you could only assume was embarrassment, and you suddenly felt kind of bad about getting so defensive. âI just laughed because my friends are trying to do the same thing for me, too.âÂ
âOh, sorry,â You said, feeling slightly worse now that you knew that you two were in the same boat. âSorry about your breakup.â
He shrugged like it was fine. âHow long have you been standing here hiding from your friends?â
âFive minutes, maybe,â You answered as you pulled out your phone to quickly check the time. Seeing that it was a little after ten thirty let you know that youâd actually been standing here for closer to ten minutes, but you didnât correct yourself. âMy plan is to somehow find an opening to slip out the front door, and then Iâll send them a picture from my Uber telling them that I left.â
âSolid plan.â
âI canât tell if youâre being sarcastic or not.â
âMaybe a little bit,â He said, giving you a small smile, and it was then that you were realizing, or finally noticing, that this guy was cute; even in the shitty bar lighting you could tell that.Â
Maybe it was because of his sweet smile, or maybe it was the denim jacket he was wearing over a plain white t-shirt that suited him really well. Or maybe it was his hair that looked as if he got out of bed and pushed a quick hand through it and then proceeded to leave his home, and you meant that in the best way possible.
Either way, this guy was really cute and so clearly your typeâ even though you felt like you were in no place to consider anything romantic with anyone, you could recognize his attractivenessâ and you were suddenly being hit with an idea.
âWait, you said that your friends are trying to set you up with someone here too, right?â
He let out a sigh. âYeah, they are.â
âAnd Iâm guessing by that sigh that you donât wanna do that?â You asked, and when he shook his head in answer, you continued. âOkay, I think we maybe can help each other get out of here. This might sound a little insane since we literally donât know each other at all, but letâs just pretend we really like each other in front of our friendsâ like, be super flirty and whatever. And then weâll leave here together, letting them think that weâre gonnaâŠâ The thought of saying the word suddenly made you feel awkward, so you didnât. âDo what they want us to do.â Â
After taking a moment to process your sudden ideaâ you honestly wouldnât have been surprised if the guy said no because it was pretty weirdâ he nodded. âThatâs actually a really great idea.âÂ
âThank you. Iâm known for my great ideas, actually,â You said, smiling at him as you reached out to grab his hand and intertwine it with yours.Â
If the thought of saying that you and this stranger were gonna have sex made you feel awkward, then abruptly holding his hand shouldâve felt weird too, but surprisingly it didnât. âAlright, letâs just act like weâre super into each other, I guess.âÂ
âIâm Steve, by the way,â He told you.Â
âOh, yeah, thatâs probably important information to know,â You said and then proceeded to tell him your name too.Â
You led the way to your friends and the small corner of the bar where they were lingering by.Â
âHey, guys, this is Steve,â You said and slapped on the happiest smile you could muster at the moment.Â
âSteve,â Danielle was the first one to say something after noticing your and Steveâs interlocked hands. âWhatâs your last name?â
âHarrington.â
And then Amy was jumping in. âHow old are you?â
âTwenty-three.âÂ
âWhat do you do?â
âI work at the record store down the street.â
âSo, youâre a music guy?â
âNot really, I guess. My friend got me a job there.âÂ
You decided to stop the interrogation before Steve got scared away by this back and forth questioning Danielle and Amy were doing. âOkay, okay, thatâs enough of the interview. His friends are gonna think he ditched them or something.â
âYou guys should come over to the table weâre at,â Steve said and then pointed in the direction of where his friends were with his free hand. âThereâs enough room.â
You nodded at his words. âThatâs a great idea.âÂ
If Danielle or Amy were aware of this act you were putting onâ how you were no longer rejecting their idea of you flirting with some guy to âget overâ Elliottâ they didnât call you out on it. Instead, they agreed that going to the table with Steveâs friends was a good idea.Â
Quick introductions were made, and then the group settled into typical small talk. However, you and Steve deliberately fell into your own kind of âflirty conversationâ and played it up for your friends, all of whom tried to pretend that they werenât intensely watching you two, but they failed miserably at hiding their staring, which was exactly what you both wanted.Â
After a few minutes of exaggerated smiles and elated laughs, Steve leaned in close to your ear. âHow long do you think weâre gonna have to do this?â
You softly giggled like he just whispered the sweetest thing to you and then leaned into his ear. âFollow my lead.â
You pulled back and then shifted so that you were standing closer to him, and he quickly took the hint and wrapped his arm around you.Â
âHey,â You said, grabbing the attention of your friends and his, which was easy because they had already been half-listening to you and Steve anyway. âWeâre gonna head out of here, so weâll see you guys later.â
There was a mix of confused and surprised looks that crossed all over their faces for the briefest moment, and then Amy was the one to first say something. âReally?â
âYeah,â You nodded. âI want to take Steve to my place to show him something.â
âSince Iâve never seen the second Home Alone movie, weâre gonna watch that,â Steve added. Out of all of the movies he couldâve said, you werenât sure why he was mentioning a Christmas one in September, but sure, youâd play along.Â
âYouâre gonna watch a movie?â Robin asked, somehow looking both skeptical and amused.Â
Steve nodded. âYeah.â
âYup,â You agreed as you reached up to lace your fingers with his hand that was around your shoulders and used that to push yourself even closer to him.Â
âOkay,â Eddie said, failing to bite back his grin. âHave fun watching a movie.â
âWe will,â Steve told him and gave your hand a light squeeze.Â
âIâll text you guys later,â You said to Danielle and Amy, who were looking at you with equally surprised but happy looks. After so many years of friendship, it was pretty easy to read each other, but you hoped that they couldnât see through what you were doing; you hoped you were faking all of this well enough.
Neither of them said anything, though, and they instead nodded and said different versions of âWeâll talk to you in the morning,â which let you know that they were just happy that you were actually following through with what they wanted you to do tonight.Â
Steve pulled his arm from around you and just went to normally holding your hand, and you two said final goodbyes to your friends and then headed away from the table. You two stayed practically attached at the hip until you were out of the door. The cold hit you immediately, but it wasnât too unbearable with your jacket on, although you still wished that you had opted for a better dress. You gave Steve a quick look as the bar door closed behind you both.  Â
âNice idea with the movie thing, even though Home Alone 2 is so random,â You said with a laugh. âThey all definitely think weâre about to go have sex in my apartment.â
âIâve kinda used that movie line before,â Steve said. âItâs been a while, but Robin and Eddie still know what it means.âÂ
You gave him an amused smile. âOkay, so Home Alone 2 is code for âIâm about to go hook up with this random girlâ?â
âNo, I donât use the same movie every time,â He laughed a little. âThat one was just the first thing that came to my mind this time.â
You nodded as you slipped your hand from his and you reached into the pocket of your jacket to pull out your phone. You opened the Uber app and ordered a car so that you could finally go home.Â
âSo, what are your plans for the rest of the night?â Steve asked as you slipped your phone back in your pocket.Â
âHead home and probably finish the bottle of wine that I had been drinking before my friends dragged me here, and then call my ex and leave very stupid voicemails.â
You didnât mean to be so honestâ if your friends had asked you that question, you wouldâve lied and avoided any and all mentions of Elliott because you wanted to make it seem like you were dealing with the breakup just fineâ but talking to Steve made you want to be truthful for some reason; maybe because you two were going through the same thing.Â
âThat doesnât sound like the best idea.â
âItâs not,â You agreed, but didnât say that you wouldnât still be following through with it.Â
Things became quiet as you two stood on this sidewalk, not at all as close as you two were when you were trying to play things up in front of your friends. There was actual space between you two for the first time in the last ten minutes, and you werenât looking at him anymore, instead, you were focused on the quiet street. The faint sounds of all the noise coming from inside the bar managed to fill the silence, and you wondered if this was the part where you two were supposed to go your separate ways. Now that you helped each other get what you both wanted, what else was there to say or do?Â
You were about to mumble something along the lines of âThanks for your help tonight,â but Steve was speaking before you could. âMy ex texted me earlier.â
Weirdly enough, you actually felt a little relieved that he was keeping the conversation going. You honestly didnât mind talking to him. There was something about this entire conversation that felt so simple and easy, even though you were talking about kind of shitty things.Â
You looked at him. âIs that a good thing or a bad thing?â
âMy friends would say bad. And a part of me knows itâs bad too, but I donât know,â He shrugged. âItâs kinda tempting.â
You understood what he meant completely, but you still gave him advice that you probably wouldnât have taken for yourself. âOkay, well, if my opinion matters at all in this, which I know it probably doesnât, you shouldnât text her back.â
âAnd then, in that case, you shouldnât drunk call your ex,â He reminded you.Â
âWhy did you two break up?â You asked instead of outwardly agreeing with his words.Â
âShe did it two weeks ago over the phone,â Steve told you. âShe said that things were feeling âoffâ between us and maybe they always had been.â
âOuch,â That word felt like an understatement to represent just how shitty breaking up with someone over a phone call was, but it was all you could manage to say right then.Â
He gave you a quick nod, breaking your gaze for a second, and then he threw the question your way. âWhat about you?â
âHe wanted to move to California, and I wanted to stay here,â You answered. That was the short version of it; the easy version of it.Â
âOkay, that sounds pretty amicable,â Steve responded.Â
You almost simply agreed with him just to let this part of the conversation end, but it didn't feel right doing that. For reasons you couldnât fully recognize just yet, you didnât want to lie to Steve.Â
âIt wasnât,â You admitted softly. âThe moving thing came up months ago, and if we were smart, we wouldâve just ended things then, but we didnât. I told him I didnât want to move, and he said that was fine, but it definitely wasnât fine. He started pulling away and being a dick, and we both became really shitty toward each other by the end of it until he finally broke up with me and then moved like he wanted to.â
âOkay, nevermind. That sounds like it sucked.â
âAnd yours seems pretty bad too,â You said. âDoing it over the phone is such a fucked move. Did you see it coming?â
âNo, but also yes, which probably doesnât even make sense,â He answered, and in your eyes, it did make sense, but you didnât interrupt him to tell him that. âThere was something that always felt âoffâ about us, but in the moment, it never seemed like that big of a deal. Looking back now, though, itâs so obvious that we were never gonna work, and I guess itâs kinda good that she ended it.â
âBut, she texted you today,â You reminded him.Â
âYeah,â He said and then sighed.Â
âI still donât think you should say anything back to her,â You told him. âNow, after hearing that she broke up with you over the phone, she definitely doesnât deserve a text back.â
âIf you donât call your ex tonight, I wonât text mine back,â Steve said, giving you a look that you couldnât fully decipher, but you were still nodding at his words.Â
âDeal,â You said and then held out your hand for him to shakeâ because it felt like the obvious thing to do, even if the âdealâ you two were making was a playful oneâ and he did. You didnât understand how his hand was still warm after being out in the cold for the past few minutes, but it was nice all the same.Â
As if on cue, a car pulled up in front of the bar with the all too familiar Uber sticker in its windshield. You looked at it for a quick second and then at your phone to make sure it was the right car. And then after that confirmation, you looked at Steve.Â
âYou coming?â
The confused look he gave you was immediate. âYou want me to?â
You nodded and smiled at him. âYeah, how else are we gonna make sure we both follow through with the deal we just made?â
âMakes sense,â Steve said, nodding back with a small, amused smile on his face, and then he followed you to the car.Â
You two sat on opposite ends in the backseat, and it was probably the first time all night that the silence between you two felt a little awkward. Â
âCan I read the text she sent you?â You asked, halfway through the ten-minute ride. âSorry, if thatâs weird, I donât know why Iâm so curious.âÂ
âNot weird,â Steve told you as he tapped on his phone for a second and then handed it over to you.Â
You took a brief look at the previous messages sent between them, which was a lot of simple stuff, and then you focused on the most recent one.Â
Iâve been thinking about you a lot today. Maybe we can meet up soon and talk? Let me know when youâre free.Â
It was hard not to roll your eyes at the message. It felt almost too painstakingly equivalent to something Elliott had said to you the day he moved out of your apartment. His one final attempt to get you to change your mind and move to California with him, as if all the damage to your relationship hadnât already been done.Â
You were about to hand Steve his phone back, but then you noticed something.Â
âSteve,â You said, looking at him in the darkness of the car. âWhy is there still a heart by her name?â
âI havenât gotten around to changing it yet,â He answered, which didnât sound like the best excuse to you because you thought about how promptly you had changed Elliottâs contact name to âAssholeâ once he left the apartment for the final time.Â
âAlright, let me do the honors for you,â You said as you deleted the red heart and then Monicaâs name entirely and simply put âEX.â âOkay, here you go.â
You handed the phone back to him, and he looked at what you did and then laughed a little. âI donât know why I thought you were gonna make it something a lot meaner.â
âIt was tempting,â You started. âBut, I donât know her, so I donât know what mean stuff wouldâve been the most fitting.â
Steve nodded as he slipped his phone back in his pocket. âWhatâs your exâs name?â
âAsshole in my contacts and Elliott in real life,â You answered and Steve laughed again and then said a quick, âGot it.â
You made it to your apartment building five minutes later and it took another five minutes, due to very shitty elevators, to make it to your actual apartment. Â
âWelcome to my place,â You said to Steve as you flicked on the light and then pulled off your jacket and hung it on one of the hooks by the front door, and slipped off your shoes.Â
âDid you just move in?â Steve asked, following suit and doing the same with his jacket, and then toeing off his shoes by the door as well.Â
The half-emptiness of your apartment didnât really faze you anymore, but you understood how unfinished the place looked to someone who was seeing it for the first time.Â
âOh, no, Iâve been here for almost three years now. When Elliott moved out, he took a lot of things, so it looks a little weird and half-decorated now,â You quickly explained, hoping that you successfully masked the sudden awkwardness in your voice because you now felt the tiniest bit embarrassed that you brought him here. âIâm still working on getting a new TV, so for now we can just watch something on my laptop if you want.â
Before Steve could say anything in response, you grabbed your laptop from where it sat on the small coffee table in your living room and then handed it over to him. âIâll be right back; I need to get out of this dress. But you can put on whatever you want.âÂ
âOkay,â You heard him say as you headed toward your bedroom.Â
It didnât hit you how sort of insane this entire situation was until you closed your bedroom door behind you, and you were left alone for the first time since you met Steve near the bar bathrooms. Now, logical thinking was kicking in, and you considered just how much of a bad idea all of this was.Â
There was a guy who you barely knew in your apartment, and you had no plans on having sex with him, so this wouldnât end up being a one-night stand kind of thing. So, what would happen instead? You two would simply talk and genuinely watch a movie, and then what?
Although you had no idea what the answer to that question was, it actually didnât completely scare you. Because yes, this was kind of an odd set of circumstances, but you and Steve were going through the same thing, and that somehow made everything feel different. You werenât nervous around him, and you hadnât been all night; instead, things had felt weirdly easy, you realized. And you decided to keep leaning into that easy feeling and not overthink whatever this was or would be. Â
You slipped out of your dress and put on what was probably the most comfortable pair of pajama pants you owned and a simple t-shirt. When you stepped out of your bedroom and headed back into the living room, you saw Steve sitting on the couch, and a small, slightly amused smile tugged at your lips as you noticed what was playing on your laptop, which was opened up and back on the coffee table.
âOkay, I definitely didnât expect you to put on a nature documentary,â You said as you sat down next to him, leaving a fair amount of space between you two. âI donât know why I thought youâd put on something super boyish. Like, Die Hard or one of the million Fast and Furious movies.â
âOh, I was planning on putting on Die Hard after this,â He said, and you immediately took notice of the playful tilt in his voice.
âAn ocean documentary and Die Hard sounds like a solid double feature,â You joked back with a smile, and Steve laughed in response and then proceeded to tell you that this documentary was specifically about whales.Â
A comfortable silence began to linger as you grabbed the throw blanket that was folded on the back of the couch and spread it over your lap and then offered some of it to Steve, which he acceptedâ it was long enough to fit you both comfortably even though you werenât right next to each other. And then you focused on the documentary and the Australian narrator talking about the vastness of the ocean.Â
âWe can watch something else if you want,â Steve abruptly said about five minutes in. His words slightly surprised you because you had actually been finding the documentary pretty interesting so far and you hadnât done anything to show otherwise. âMy friends always hate when I put this on.â
You looked away from the laptop screen and at him. âHow often do you watch this?â
âWhenever Iâm not feeling great,â He answered, turning a little to look at you too. âLike, sick or sad.â
âOkay, and with your breakup, I guess this has been on repeat these past two weeks?â You asked, and the nod he gave you in response made you think that he was embarrassed by that answer, and you immediately wanted to make him not feel that way. âMy personal sad go-to has been putting on this one reality show where people do dumb obstacle courses to win money. Thereâs like twenty seasons of that show and Iâm halfway through it.â
âThatâs what we should actually watch after this,â Steve said, giving you a playful smile.Â
âYeah, and we can wallow in our collective sadness,â You nodded in agreement, which made him laugh. âAnd this will probably sound weird or just not even make sense, but Iâm not even sad about me and him breaking up, because I know that it definitely needed to happen. Iâm sad about basically wasting the last two years of my life with someone who didnât end up being âthe oneâ or whatever. Thinking about that feels so much worse than the breakup itself.â
Steve gave you a look that you couldnât decipher at all. It was probably the first time all night that you felt slightly self-conscious under his gaze. You got the urge to look away from him and focus back on the whales on screen, but you didnât.Â
Instead, your eyebrows furrowed. âWhy are you looking at me like that?â
âSorry, itâs just, I feel the exact same way pretty much,â He told you. âIâm not really that sad that Monica broke up with me, I just feel really stupid that we were even together in the first place. She didnât really like my friends and would always make fun of my job.â
âDidnât you say you work at a record store? What is there to make fun of about that?âÂ
âShe would say a lot of stuff about how âitâs a job thatâs going nowhere,â but then play it off like she was just joking.âÂ
You were unable to hold back your grimace. âWow, that sounds terrible.â
You noticed the embarrassed look cross his face and you felt the immediate need to change it. Â
âSorry, sorry, Iâm not judging,â You quickly told him. âElliott called me a lot of mean things by the end, and I still stayed with him, so I know all about making dumb decisions in a relationship.â
Steve frowned at your words. âHow mean?â
âSo mean that youâre actually the first person Iâve even mentioned that to. It still feels way too embarrassing to bring it up to my friends,â You admitted, and it was then that you had to finally look away from him. âI donât really get why itâs so easy to talk to you.â
âProbably because weâre basically strangers,â Steve said, and after considering his words for a second, you nodded. âAnd fuck him, by the way, for whatever mean shit he said to you. That sounds pretty terrible too.â
âThatâs why I wanted to call him tonight and leave equally as mean drunk voicemails, but you talked me out of it,â You said, finally meeting Steveâs eyes again. âYouâre right, though, it wouldâve been stupid to do that.â
Steve shook his head. âOh, when you said that, I thought you meant that you wanted to leave the sappy kind of drunk voicemails where you talk about wanting to get back with him or something.âÂ
âOh, no way. I was just gonna list off a bunch of bad things about him,â You responded. âLike, the kinds of things that when youâre dating the person, it just seems like a little quirk or bad habit that you can overlook, but in hindsight youâre like, why did I put up with any of that, yâknow?â
Steve nodded understandingly. âCan I hear the list?âÂ
âYou sure you wanna hear me rant about my ex?â You asked him with an amused smile, and Steve laughed a little and nodded again. âOkay, he would always forget to turn off stuff before he left the apartment; the TV, lights, anything really. He never did the dishes and would always get a little annoyed when I asked him to do it. Oh, and he hated whenever I would beat him at any kind of games.âÂ
âThatâs a very solid list.â
âAlso, he,â You started and then immediately cut yourself off, realizing that maybe you should have at least somewhat of a filter. âNevermind, itâs stupid.â
Steve gave you a look. âWait, now you have to say it.â
âHe neverâŠâ You looked away from Steveâs curious gaze and instead focused on the blanket draped over your lap. You pulled at a random loose string as you said your next words. âHe never went down on me.â
âReally?â He asked, and you simply nodded because it suddenly felt too hard to form words right then. âYou were together for almost two years, and he didnât do it once?â
You nodded again and then finally found your voice. âHe said he wasnât a âfanâ of it. Meanwhile, he loved when I gave him a blowjob.âÂ
It was pretty obvious that your filter was completely gone at this point; if it had ever even really been there in the first place when it came to Steve.Â
âWow.â
You tilted your head at him. âI canât tell what that wow means.â
âIt means that heâs an idiot and you shouldâve been the one dumping him, not the other way around, and also, once again, heâs definitely an idiot.â
You laughed a little. âWoah, who knew one word could mean so much?â
âYeah, it has a ton of connotations to it,â Steve joked, smiling at you.Â
You both went back to watching the documentary on your laptop, but there was something about this part of the conversation that didnât feel over yet. You didnât feel like you could just go back to watching this whale documentary as if you hadnât just admitted the most embarrassing thing about your sex life. Â
âUm, what about you, though?â You asked, and Steve looked at you again, a confused furrow to his eyebrows like he didnât fully get what you meant by the question, so you elaborated. âWhat was shitty about your sex life?â
Steve was quiet at first, and for a second, you thought that maybe for the first time that night, you two had reached a question that was âtoo much,â or worse, there had been nothing bad about his sex life with his ex, so he had no answer to give you. Â
âUm, she always wanted to do the same thing,â Steve finally answered after what felt like the longest stint of silence ever, and you were completely confused by that response.Â
âWhat do you mean?â
âShe only wanted to do missionary. Nothing else,â He explained. âAnd I know that itâs a classic, I get that completely, and it definitely is. But sometimes you just wanna change things up, yâknow?â
You nodded instead of outwardly saying anything because you didnât want to admit that aside from the lack of oral, your sex life with Elliott had been pretty good.Â
âSo, almost a year of just missionary?â You asked, and Steve gave you a nod that seemed equivalent to the one youâd given him when it was you answering this kind of question. âWhat would you do if you could choose?â
You noticed his cheeks turning the tiniest hint of pink as he considered the question. âOh, um, girl on top, I think. That oneâs pretty good.âÂ
You werenât sure why you expected him to say something a little crazier, but you didnât tell him that.Â
âGood choice,â Was what you said instead.Â
There was another lull in the conversation, and maybe that was where it shouldâve finally ended, but there was something about it that still didnât feel entirely over just yet.Â
âI couldââ
âWe couldââ
Your and Steveâs suddenly spoken words stumbled over each other and made you both stop abruptly. Â
âWhat were you gonna say?â He asked.
You shook your head. âYou can go first.â
âNo, no, Iâm a gentleman,â Steve told you, a small smile on his face. âSo, ladies first.â
You rolled your eyes at him, but there was nothing serious behind it. âI was gonna say that maybe we could⊠Maybe we could help each other out. Like, show one another what the other was âmissing out onâ while they were in their relationship.â You then rushed out your next words before Steve could respond to your previous ones. âWhat were you gonna say?â
âI was gonna say that I could do what your ex didnât want to do for you.â
âJust me?â You asked, and he nodded. âWell, it wouldnât be fair if you got nothing out of this.â
Steve gave you a quick shrug. âI wasnât really thinking about me.â
You teasingly smiled at him. âWow, you truly are a gentleman.â
He laughed. âI told you.â
âIf we did actually do this, though,â You started. âI would also wanna do your thing too.â
âYeah?â
You nodded. âYeah. If you go down on me, Iâll happily ride you.âÂ
Finally outwardly saying the words made you laugh a little; you couldnât help it. None of what was happening right then felt exactly weird, but it was definitely⊠surprising. Â
âThis is such an insane conversation,â Steve responded, laughing too.Â
âOh, yeah, it definitely is,â You said, looking away from him and focusing back on your laptop screen for a second. âWe could just go back to watching the documentary and pretend this never happened.â
âIs that what you wanna do?â
âNot really, no,â You admitted. Logically, your answer probably shouldâve been the opposite, but you honestly couldnât imagine saying yes to his previous question and actually pretending that this conversation hadnât happened. âDo you?â
Steve shook his head. âNo.â
âOkay, so itâs settled then. Should we shake on this too?â You asked, mainly joking with your words.Â
âYes, definitely,â He said, playing along. âThatâs the only way it will be real.â
You scooted a little closer to him, closing most of the space between you two on the couch, and then held out your hand. âSo, deal?â
He grabbed your outstretched hand and shook it. âDeal.â
This was the second handshake shared between you two, but this one felt charged with something different than the one outside the bar.Â
Steveâs hand was warm against yours, and you were also noticing how soft it was too. Your eyes stayed on his, and even though you didnât really know him that well, if at all, you still felt as if you somehow understood what was going on in his head because it matched exactly what was happening in yours.Â
With your hands still linked together, he pulled you closer, and then let go at the last second to find your cheek and slot his lips against yours. It was messy at first, a sudden clash of tongues and teeth, but it also felt really good, and it took only a second for you two to find your collective rhythm. Â
Steve was a great kisser, which surprised you because first kisses with people were never this good, and they definitely never felt this right. There were always some sort of growing pains as you navigated what to do and figured out what the other wanted, but that somehow wasnât the case for you and Steve.Â
You definitely didnât expect your first post-Elliott kiss to be damn near perfect, and you decided not to think too much about what exactly it meant that it was happening with Steve; a guy youâd barely known for two hours.Â
âYouâre really good at this,â You mumbled against his lips.Â
âWhat? Kissing?â He whispered back in between each one.Â
âYeah.â
Steve pulled back to look at you, a small, amused smile playing on his lips. âThanks. Youâre really good too.â
You suddenly started feeling shy under his gaze, so you quickly leaned back in to get him to stop looking at you so sweetly. His hand still holding your cheek kept you steady and further warmed your already burning skin, and you let out the softest sound against his mouth when his free hand slipped beneath your shirt and found your waist, giving the bare skin a quick squeeze.Â
You wanted to move out of this awkward side-by-side position and sit in his lap, but you also wanted to get off the couch completely, so you abruptly pulled away from him and stood up. Wordlessly, your hand found Steveâs again, and you led him to your bedroom.Â
The second the door was closed behind you both, Steveâs mouth eagerly found yours again, which made you smile into the kiss, as he walked you back toward the bed. The second the backs of your knees hit the foot of the bed, he gently pushed you down on top of it. Â
Before he could even ask or say anything, you were pulling your t-shirt off and tossing it somewhere to the side, and then doing the same with your pajama pants. The look he gave you as you now lay on your bed, half naked with only your bra and underwear on, made something stir in your stomach.Â
âYou okay up there?â You asked after a moment, making your voice light and playful, and also trying to push away the feelings that were starting to make a home in your stomach.Â
âYeah, Iâm fine, itâs just⊠Fuck,â He let out a breath. âYouâre really pretty.â
You had to turn your head and look away from him then, but you still couldnât help but smile at his words as your cheek pressed into the blanket.Â
This was just supposed to be another case of two people helping each other out. This wasnât supposed to be so sweet and nice and serious, right? You werenât sure, but you could inwardly admit that you liked hearing him call you pretty.Â
You still werenât looking, but you could feel Steve settle on top of you and lean in to press his lips to your exposed neck, making you let out a quiet moan.Â
He sucked on your skin, a sensitive spot on the underside of your jaw that had you mewling for him, as his hand moved down toward your cunt. He pulled your underwear to the side and slowly pressed his middle finger into your slick folds.Â
âShit,â He mumbled against your neck. âYouâre soaked.â
You let out a soft breath. âLike I said, youâre really good at this.â
He pulled away from your clit and out of your wetness completely and you let out a whine in protest, but then his fingers were hooking into the waistband of your underwear and dragging them down your legs. Your bra was next, and you sat up a bit so that he could unhook it and toss it to the side.Â
âFuck,â Steve said, leaning back to simply just look at you for a moment. âYou look so perfect for me.â
You were completely naked now, and he was still fully clothed, but you didnât even feel shy under his lust-filled gaze because you really liked the way he was looking at you in this moment.
Before you could make any move to grab at the ends of his t-shirt to at least pull that off of him, his mouth was on you once again, pressing a quick kiss to your lips and then moving to your neck and continuing lower and lower.Â
Your eyes slipped shut, and you let out the softest sounds as he slowly trailed down your stomach and went to your hips and then to your inner thighs, teasingly pressing his mouth against your warm skin at every spot. You felt his hands hook around your thighs and pull you closer to him.Â
âHey,â Steve said to grab your attention, and your eyes met his. Looking at him with his head between your legs and his mouth so close to where you needed him to be was probably the hottest thing youâd ever seen. âTell me if you want me to do anything differently, okay?â
You nodded before softly saying, âOkay.â
Your head fell back against the bed when his tongue ran a long slow stripe up your slit. He stopped at your clit, circling the bundle of nerves before latching his lips around it and giving it a quick suck. The gasp in pleasure and surprise you let out in response was immediate.Â
After one too many rejections from Elliott, you told yourself that you didnât like oral anyway, always reminding yourself of other times with past partners when it had been rushed and sloppy. But now you knew just how much youâd been lying to yourself because this felt fucking phenomenal. Steveâs mouth felt perfect on you, and there was nothing about this moment that felt rushed or half-baked, like he was just trying to quickly get to the next thing.Â
He slipped two fingers inside of you, pushing in as deep as he could go and his mouth went to your clit again. Your fingers threaded through his hair as he lapped at the sensitive bundle of nerves. Steve could tell just how much you were enjoying yourself with every tug on his hair and the contented sounds you were making above him.Â
His hand still on your thigh squeezed roughly as he started to suck hard on your clit, which pushed you closer and closer to the edge. It shouldâve maybe felt a little embarrassingâ how quickly he was about to make you come only from his mouth and fingersâ but everything just felt so fucking good that you didnât care how fast he was making the tight knot in your stomach feel as if it was going to explode.Â
âSteve, I- Iâm gonna⊠Fuck,â You trailed off with a loud moan. Words were alluding in this moment as Steve continued his ministrations against your dripping cunt; his mouth on the most sensitive part of you and his fingers deep inside you, curling against an almost too perfect spot. Â
Your own fingers pulled a little harder at his dark locks, which made him moan against your clit and the vibrations from that abruptly sent you over the edge.Â
âIâm coming, Iâm coming,â The words fell from your lips in a sort of whispered chant as your back arched sharply off the bed and you saw stars behind your eyes.Â
Steve continued exactly what he was doing as you came, your moans and whimpers sounding like music to his ears. He happily took and lapped at everything you gave him, absolutely loving the taste of you on his tongue. He continued to finger you and eat you out through your orgasm until he felt you become too overstimulated.Â
âFuck,â You squeaked out when his tongue did one final teasing lick against the sensitive bundle of nerves. âFuck, that was really good.â
Steve pulled away, and he sat up a little, smiling as he watched you come down from your high. âIâm sorry youâve had to miss out on that for the past two years.â
You let out a breath of a laugh. âThank you for the condolences.âÂ
Your heart rate slowly returned to normal, and you turned to Steve, who was now sitting next to you, and you took notice of the obvious tint in his jeans.Â
You reached out to palm his hard length. âGirl on top is what you wanted, right?â
He let out a low groan. âMhm, yeah, but only if you want to do that.â
âSteve,â You said so his eyes would meet yours, and then you proceeded to give him the reassurance that it seemed so clear that he needed. âI really want to do that for you.â
He looked at you so sweetly, and this time you didnât look away, you simply just smiled back at him as you crawled into his lap.Â
Your fingers immediately grabbed the ends of his t-shirt to pull it up and off of him. âLetâs make things even, yeah?â
He nodded, and you shifted back a bit so that you could work on the button of his jeans. You then lifted your hips so that he could push his jeans and boxers down his legs and off him completely.Â
Your eyes became glued to his hard cock. You didnât really know what you were expecting, but he was huge and you could feel yourself becoming wetter at the thought of him filling you up.Â
âYou have such a pretty cock, Steve,â You whispered as you wrapped a hand around him and brushed your thumb over his slick tip. He groaned in pleasure, and one of his hands immediately found your hip in response, squeezing the bare skin.Â
A part of you wanted him to be rougher; you honestly didnât mind the thought of finding Steve-shaped bruises on your skin in the morning. However, you didnât tell him that because this moment wasnât about you. Â
âDoes that feel good?â You asked instead, voice soft and gentle, as if you couldnât tell the answer to your question just by all the sounds Steve was making and by the way he was twitching in your hand.Â
âPerfect,â He groaned out, eyes meeting yours just for a second before he was looking down and watching as you kept slowly stroking him from base to tip. âFucking perfect.â
You smiled and wondered if this was how he felt when the roles were reversed and you were the one who was a mess below him.Â
âShit, I need,â Steve let out a strangled breath and his head fell back against the headboard with a soft thud. âReally need to be inside of you.â
You nodded, even though he wasnât looking at you, and let go of him to reach over and grab a condom from your nightstand drawer. Â
Steve watched as you tore open the foil packet and slipped the condom on his cock; it was probably one of the hottest things heâd ever seen.Â
âDo you want me to turn around and take it that way, or like, how do you want this?â You asked, meeting his half lidded eyes as you went back to stroking his cock. After what heâd just done for you, you wanted this to be perfect for him.Â
âNo, I wanna see you,â He said, free hand coming up to gently stroke your cheek.Â
You could feel your skin warm under his touch; somehow, that felt like the most intimate thing heâd done to you so far tonight. You nodded at his words instead of saying anything because you were pretty certain your words wouldâve failed you anyway.Â
You lifted your hips so that you could line him up with your slick entrance and then your eyes met his as you slowly lowered yourself onto him, completely taking his cock inside of you.Â
Your and Steveâs collective moans filled the quiet air, and you were the one to break eye contact with him because your eyes were pinching shut.Â
Both of his hands shot to your hips to keep you from moving, which was good because you needed a moment to adjust to the feeling of being so full of him. Â
âShit, Iâm gonna fucking explode if you move right now,â Steve mumbled, looking down at how well you were taking him.Â
âThatâs okay,â You told him softly. Your hands rested on his shoulders for a quick moment, and then they tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck.Â
He let out a chuckle and met your gaze. âI want this to last more than two seconds.â One of his hands came up to find your breast. âAnd I also want you to come with me.â
You hummed at the feeling of his fingers squeezing your already hard nipple. âStill such a gentleman.â
Steve laughed again, and that sound turned into a low groan when you lifted your hips ever so slightly and then sank back down onto him.Â
âGod, you feel so good,â He rambled out. âTaking me so fucking well.â
His words sent a jolt of pleasure through your body. ââM so full.â
âYeah?â Steve asked teasingly, and you simply nodded, words failing you the moment he pushed up into you.Â
Whatever control you had was lost. You were technically riding him, but he was doing most of the work, and it seemed as if that was exactly what he wanted. He had a near-bruising grip on your hips as he guided your movements and hit all of the right places with each thrust.Â
Your face became buried in his neck when it all felt like too much. âFuck, Iâm so close.âÂ
Your words were whispered against his soft skin, and you could feel his nod in response. âYeah, me too.â
He slipped a hand between your bodies so that he could find your clit and you sucked in a breath when his thumb started circling it.
âI wanna see you,â He groaned when he felt you clench around his cock, and at first all you could do was hum against his skin in response. âI wanna see you come for me.â
You pulled back and met his gaze, hands finding his bare shoulders to keep you steady. It was harder to do than you expected because of how much you wanted to let your eyes slip shut and simply just take everything Steve was giving you.Â
âHi,â You softly said to him instead of closing your eyes or letting your head fall back in pleasure due to his teasing strokes against your clit.Â
âHi,â He gave you a smile that made your stomach flutter and his hand on your hip pulled you harder against his cock. âYou gonna come for me?â
You could only moan in response and give him a meek nod, forcing your eyes to stay on his. The knot in your stomach was tightening and tightening, almost ready to completely unravel.Â
âGo ahead,â He said as he thrusted up into you. âLet go.â
âAh,â You dug your nails into his shoulders the second your orgasm hit you. He looked at you so fondly, like he truly cared about making you feel good, and that only made you come harder, walls fluttering around his cock.Â
You once again buried your face in the crook of his neck, sucking the skin and leaving red marks that would be there later. You landed on what you would later realize was an especially sensitive spot on his neck because the second your tongue grazed over it, Steve was letting out a loud moan and spilling into the condom.Â
âFuck,â He muttered as he came and his hands squeezed your hips to keep you firmly planted on his cock.Â
You pulled away from his neck to watch him come apart beneath you. It was probably the prettiest thing you'd ever seenâ his blown-out pupils, his mouth slightly parted in a moan, and a few locks of his messy hair falling against his forehead.Â
Your and his movements slowed as you both came down from your highs. With his hands still on you, he shifted things so that you two were lying sideways on the bed. His softening cock slipped out of you in the process and you couldnât help but quietly whine at the feeling.Â
You two became a tangle of limbs and warm bodies, and your arms circled around his neck to push yourself even closer to him.Â
âWas that good for you?â You asked, soft words hitting right against his ear. âYou did like all of the work when it shouldâve been the opposite.âÂ
His fingers began mindlessly stroking the bare skin of your back. âNo, that was really good.âÂ
âMm,â You hummed in response. âOkay, but it does slightly feel like I ended up getting a better outcome to the deal than you.âÂ
Steve let out a laugh at your playful words as he pulled away from you, and it took a lot of willpower to not protest his actions and keep him close to you. He pointed at a door, silently asking if that was where the bathroom was, and you nodded in response and he headed in.
You got up from your bed and started picking up the clothes that had been haphazardly thrown around the room. You slipped on your t-shirt and underwear, and when Steve emerged from the bathroom, you handed him his shirt and boxers.
It almost felt a little comical remembering that when you first let Steve into your apartment, you inwardly told yourself that you werenât gonna have sex with him, and this wouldnât turn into a one-night stand type of situation.Â
And now here you two were.Â
However, weirdly enough, the thought of this moment following the typical one-night stand rulesâ Steve leaving right now and you two never seeing each other againâ didnât sit right with you.Â
âHave you really not seen Home Alone 2 before?â You asked Steve as he finished slipping on his t-shirt. The talk of that movie had been such a minor moment in the conversation at the bar earlier, but still, you remembered him mentioning it.Â
âNo, I havenât,â He answered.Â
âMe neither, actually,â You told him. Christmas movies had never really been your favorites. âDo you maybe wanna watch it now?â
You knew what your words meantâ that you didnât want him to leave yet, that you wanted him to stay a little longerâ and he understood that too.Â
He gave you a small smile and nodded. âOkay. And this is probably the best time to also admit that Iâve never seen the first one either.â
You let out a laugh as you headed into your living room, where your laptop was still playing the documentary from earlier, and Steve followed right behind you. âOkay, double feature it is, then.â
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THE PRANK THAT BACKFIRED (sort of?)
drew starkey x fem!reader

SUMMARY: reader and drew decide to play a prank on the obx cast for her youtube channel. they do the âasking to have another girl overâ prank, which results in a very angry obx cast who are out to get drewđ
based on this ask !! i hope this is what you asked for @xoxosblogsblog !! i had so much fun writing this and it was ADORABLE, i hope you like it :)) <3
WARNINGS: pure tooth-rotting fluff, slight angst (not really), like one (?) curse word, insinuation of cheating (the prank), chase & rudy threaten to âthrow handsâ with drew lmao. (lmk if i missed anything!)
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THIRD PERSON +
Y/N adjusted the camera, angling it perfectly to catch the cozy backdrop of the apartment she shared with Drew during her surprise visit to the set of Outer Banks season four.
The faint hum of laughter and chatter outside hinted at the cast heading out to grab food, giving her the perfect opportunity to set her plan into motion.
"Hey, guys!" she began with a bright smile, wiggling her fingers to the camera. "Welcome back to my channel. Today, I've got something hilarious planned. You've seen those TikTok pranks where someone asks if they can bring another girl over while their partner's friends or family are listening, right? Well, I'm doing it todayâwith Drew."
She smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I've got the cast in on this. Well, not really in on itâthey think I'm at a friend's place for the night, so this is going to be pure gold. Let's see how much they love me and how far they'll go to defend me from Drew's, um... betrayal."
She turned the camera to Drew, who sat beside her on the couch, half-smiling, half-shaking his head.
"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this," Drew muttered, running a hand through his hair. "They're going to kill me."
"Kill us, you mean," Y/N teased, poking his side. "But it'll be worth it. Trust me."
"Uh-huh," Drew replied, arching a skeptical eyebrow. "When JD and Rudy show up with pitchforks, you're taking the blame."
Y/N laughed, her grin widening as she leaned into him. "Oh, come on. You know they love me too much to actually hurt me. You, on the other hand..."
Drew sighed dramatically but couldn't hide the small smile tugging at his lips.
A few minutes later, Y/N tucked herself behind the camera, keeping it trained on Drew. Drew pulled out his phone and dialed JD's number, putting the call on speaker. The phone rang twice before JD answered, his voice lively with the sounds of clinking plates and background chatter.
"Yo, Starkey!" JD greeted. "What's up, man?"
Drew exchanged a quick glance with Y/N before diving in. "Hey, would you guys mind if I invited someone over?"
The line went silent for a beat, then JD's confused voice came through. "Uh... sure? Who?"
"Just a friend," Drew said casually.
"Cool, yeah," JD replied, his tone nonchalant. In the background, Madelyn could be heard asking, "Who's he inviting over?"
"Oh, she's just someone I met recently," Drew added, making his voice as nonchalant as possible.
Madelyn's voice sharpened. "Wait, she? Did he say she?"
JD stammered for a moment, then said, "Uh, Drew, man, what are you talking about? You have Y/Nâwhy are you inviting another girl over?"
"It's not that deep," Drew said smoothly, earning a wide-eyed stare from Y/N as she struggled to keep from bursting into laughter.
"Not that deep?" Madelyn's voice rose an octave. "Are you fucking insane? Y/N is literally the best thing that's ever happened to you. You're just going to, what, throw her away for some random girl?"
"Yeah, Drew, what the hell?" Rudy's voice chimed in. "Y/N's gonna find out, dude. She always finds out."
"She's not even here," Drew argued. "And I just want some alone time with this girl. Is that so bad?"
Madelyn's voice was nearly a shriek now. "YES, IT'S BAD! You're in a relationship, Drew! A really amazing one, with an incredible person who, by the way, loves you more than anything!"
"And we love her!" Carlacia added. "You're crazy if you think we're not calling her right now."
"Right?!" Chase's voice joined the chorus, sounding equally appalled. "Drew, what is wrong with you?"
JD sighed loudly. "Man, I'm so disappointed right now. Y/N's, like, the nicest, funniest person ever. She's practically family. I don't even know what to say to you."
Y/N clamped a hand over her mouth, tears forming in her eyes from trying not to laugh. Drew, ever the actor, kept his tone neutral but shot her a playful glare.
"You guys are overreacting," Drew said, feigning exasperation. "I mean, Y/N doesn't have to know, right?"
The collective gasp from the group was loud enough to make Y/N choke on her laughter.
Madison started a rant so fierce it almost made Drew break. "First of all, how dare you? Second of all, Y/N deserves so much better than this! She's gorgeous, sweet, funnyâliterally the whole package! And you're just going to throw that away? For what?!"
"I can't believe you right now," Rudy chimed in. "If you're serious about this, I'm calling her. Like, right now."
"No, don'tâ" Drew began, but Y/N couldn't hold it in anymore.
Her laughter burst out like a dam breaking, echoing through the room. Drew immediately broke character, laughing along as he waved his hands at Y/Nâs camera.
"Wait, wait!" Y/N called out, coming into view of her camera. "Guys, relax! It's a prank!"
There was a stunned silence on the other end of the line, followed by a cacophony of voices.
"Are you serious?!" Madelyn exclaimed. "You scared the crap out of us!"
"You both are the worst," JD groaned.
Rudy's laugh boomed through the speaker. "I was about to knock some sense into you, man."
Chase chimed in with mock indignation. "I was ready to drive back and throw hands, Drew!"
Y/N giggled, holding her stomach as she leaned against Drew. "I'm so sorry, but I couldn't resist! I saw it on TikTok and knew you guys would freak out. And you did not disappoint."
Madelyn groaned dramatically. "You two are so lucky we love you."
JD sighed. "I'm not speaking to you for a week."
"Okay, that's fair," Drew said with a grin.
Eventually, after more playful scolding and laughter, the group hung up, leaving Drew and Y/N alone again. Y/N turned off the camera, still giggling as she leaned back against the couch.
"That was amazing," she said, wiping tears from her eyes.
Drew shook his head, his expression somewhere between amusement and exasperation. "You're lucky they love you. If it were just me, they'd probably disown me."
Y/N smiled, sliding closer to him. "Well, can you blame them? I mean, look at me. I'm kind of a big deal."
He laughed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "You really are. They adore you, you know that? It's one of the things I love most about usâhow easily you fit into my world."
Her teasing smile softened as she gazed up at him. "It means a lot to me, too. They're like family. And so are you."
Drew leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "You're everything to me, Y/N. I hope you know that."
Her heart melted as she cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing against his jawline. "I do. And you're everything to me, too."
They stayed like that for a moment, wrapped up in each other. The laughter, the teasing, the chaosâit all melted away, leaving just the two of them in their shared little world.
"You think they'll forgive us?" Drew asked after a moment.
Y/N smirked. "Oh, they'll forgive me. You, on the other hand..."
Drew groaned, burying his face in her shoulder as she laughed.
"Totally worth it," she whispered, pressing a kiss to his temple.
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⥠when a double date with rafe leads to him feeling a sense of familiarity + you may have revealed your biggest secret yet..
warnings: mean!rafe. enemies to ???, suggestive language, lots of cussing lol, slight angst, mild sexting, light degradation (reader and rafe just like being snarky towards each other), sexual tension, flirty banter (?), slight arguing
a/n: this is part two of this fic right here! if youâd like to be added to the taglist just comment on this post or leave me an ask <3 i do plan to write three more parts to this!
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[1:19 AM] countryclub: we have the same area code.
you felt cold sheer panic run through your veins at the revelation, your heart beating in your ears as you kept rereading his message. you refused to believe what he said to be true. this couldnât be happening. sharing the same area code could only mean one thingâ both of you resided on the island.
sure, the island was small, but it couldnât be that small.. right? your mind was reeling, everything that you two had talked about, the pictures that you two shared, over the last few months ran through your mind at lightning speed. tossing your phone to the side, you rested your head in your hands, trying your best to piece something, anything, together. this mystery man didnât talk like anyone you knew, or so you thought. you chewed on your bottom lip, your chest rising and falling as you realized that you hadnât even confirmed if you two shared the same area code. for all you know he could just be making up some lame excuse for leaving you high and dry.
yeah, that had to be it.
[1:33 AM] brattydiaries: fuck you. i donât believe that.
[1:35 AM] brattydiaries: i donât need you to come up with some elaborate lie in order to spare my feelings. if you werenât serious about reaching out to me in the first place, then you shouldnât have asked for my number.
rafe was pacing back and forth in his room, the taste of tequila from his earlier activities still lingering on his tongue. he scoffed once your messages came in, his eyes narrowing at his screen as he scratched the back of his neck. insinuating that he didnât really want to talk to you was just flat out insane. nowadays, all he could do was imagine the way your voice would sound in his ears while he pounded you in, the thoughts and images of you taking up his headspace.
[1:38 AM] countryclub: are you fucking stupid?? i was very serious about wanting to talk to you, you live in my fucking brain.
[1:39 AM] countryclub: 252. thatâs the area code for kildare island.
[1:39 AM] countryclub: and judging by the way you post your nail appointments every two weeks, along with all the sexy lil try-on hauls you did for me, i could confidently say that youâre not a pogue.
your eyes widened in horror. only someone who lived on kildare island would know about the whole âkooks vs. poguesâ thing. besides the confirmation with the area code, you knew he wasnât lying. you stared blankly at the screen, having no idea what to say or even do about this situation. having these kinds of blogs and letting anyone you knew in real life find out about them was social suicide. maybe not so much for rafe, but you? you were a totally different person out here. you had a reputation to uphold, you couldnât risk the scrutiny you or your parents would face if anyone ever found out.
as mad as you were at the mystery man behind the screen for ghosting you without an explanation, you could understand his sudden disappearance now that you currently felt sick to your stomach at the realization. he was far too close for comfort. based off of his username, you knew you two had to be running in the same social circles, your blood running cold at the thought of this person being someone you mightâve had contact with before. figure eight wasnât big enough to keep a secret like this, it was only a matter of time before you two would unintentionally reveal yourselves to one another.
[1:50 AM] brattydiaries: this canât go on any longer. sorry not sorry.
you ignored the small pang of hurt in your chest when you pressed send. apart of you hoped that he wouldnât let you off so easily. you couldnât deny the thrilling feeling that sat in your tummy at the prospect of knowing who he is but also being utterly clueless at the same time.
[1:55 AM] countryclub: nah.
[1:55 AM] countryclub: i got you right where i want you now.
there was no way in hell rafe was going to just allow you two to go back to not talking. he did it once, but he wouldnât be able to do it again. especially now that he knows everything he wants is on his side of the island. just in armâs reach. obviously, he couldnât physically stop you from blocking him, but at least he knew that if you responded to him then you two were on the same page.
and sure enough..
[1:59 AM] brattydiaries: whatever.
were you scared shitless? yes. did you believe that this was going to backfire in some way? most definitely; but youâd be lying if you said you didnât want this. whatever little sexting arrangement you two had going on, it was the only relatively exciting thing you had going for yourself and you werenât necessarily ready to let it go.
[2:03 AM] countryclub: so can i call you or what?
you shook your head even though he couldnât see you.
[2:05 AM] brattydiaries: fuck no. goodnight.
rafe smiled down at his phone before getting ready for bed, both of you finding it nearly impossible to get any kind of sleep. when you woke up the next morning, you were met with at least a dozen messages from chanel.
[8:10 AM] chanel âĄ: topper just dropped me off at home..
[8:12 AM] chanel âĄ: crazyyyyy night.. but anyways! me and you are going on a double date tonight. idk who topper is bringing but you donât get to say no because love me, okay!?
[8:12 AM] chanel âĄ: LMAO imagine itâs rafe
[8:18 AM] chanel âĄ: omg you srsly need to wake up already and come over so you could help me choose an outfit!!
you continued reading through her texts, already dreading tonightâs plans as you decided to go ahead and get the day started so you could get this whole âdate nightâ thing over with. even though chanel jokingly said topper would bring rafe to be your date, you really hoped that wasnât the case. the last thing you felt like doing was fighting or bickering with him because of your indifferences. after spending the afternoon rummaging through chanelâs closet, she finally settled on a dress that she hasnât worn out before. âwhere are we even going?â you asked.
âtopper said itâs a surprise so heâs picking both of us up from here.â she smiled, her words making you roll your eyes. you hated not knowing what you were getting yourself into. yet again, here you were, sexting with a stranger who just might not be a stranger after all. by the time topper texted chanel that he was outside, you two were in full glam, ready for whatever tonight may bring you. topper opened the doors for both of you, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of you two. âwe werenât sure how to dress, sooo..â topper nodded, âyeah, i can see that.â
topper had on a casual outfit, a stark difference to the mini dresses and heels you and chanel currently wore. ânow is probably a good time to tell us where weâre going.â you quipped from the backseat. at your cattiness, chanel flashed you a glare. ârafe offered up his boat, so i figured weâd just have a couple drinks, have a good time, âyou know?â you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as chanel happily agreed. this was bullshit. not only did you have to spend the next few hours with rafe on his stupid boat, but you were sure this âdouble dateâ was going to turn into a third wheeling act real fast.
fifteen minutes later, and rafe was reaching out to help you onto the druthers, an annoyed look written all over his face as you tossed your purse at him first. âwhat? i donât want my bag to fall in the water, okay?!â taking hold of your hand, rafe caught a glimpse of your nails, the french tip design looking oddly familar. you squeezed his palm, stepping onto the deck with a sigh. topper and chanel had already made their way inside the cabin area, both of them laughing as they slid the door shut, leaving you and rafe all by yourselves. it was moments like these that made you wish you could be anywhere else.
rafe scanned your outfit, his eyes lingering on your cleavage before you turned around, annoyed. âi guess itâs a good thing topper didnât mention iâd be spending majority of my night with you. âcause i wouldnât have came.â you snatched your purse back, your heels clicking against the deck as you sat on one of the cushioned chairs near the lounging area. rafe grabbed his cooler, deciding to entertain your antics since all you two had was time. âmmm, i donât know about that. apart of me thinks you like arguing with me. i know i do.â you scoffed, a bittersweet smile gracing your lips.
âyeah? i bet. female attention seems to be something you lack.â rafe laughed, taking a seat next to you. âoh, i can guarantee you thatâs not the case.â he scooted closer, unscrewing the cap from his beer. yeah, right. you knew all about rafeâs inability to hold onto a relationship, rumors of his emotional unavailability spreading around the island like wildfire. âno? iâm sorry, i just assumed since, you know.. youâre a full time asshole.â rafe put his beer down, his adamâs apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed thickly. âonly with you, i am.â
you laughed, finally meeting his gaze. he was a lot closer than you thought, his cologne filling your senses as your eyes flickered down to his lips for a second. âso iâm special then?â you had a faux innocent look in your eyes as you blinked up at him, the sight making his jaw clench. âno,â he smiled, leaning in, âbut i can be nice. i can be real nice.â the insinuation made your cheeks heat as his face was just mere inches away from your own. tilting your head, you flashed him a sweet smile before shoving him in the chest.
âthatâs never going to happen.â rafe acted like you didnât have any effect on him, but inside? he was fighting every urge to pick you up and take you back to tanneyhill. he couldnât help but feel like he knew you more than you let on, your demeanor reminding him of a certain someone. âcan i ask why?â he watched as you grabbed his beer, your lipgloss smudging around the rim as you took a swig. âwhy i donât like you, or why i wonât let you fuck me?â rafe leaned back in his chair, his thighs spreading as he crossed his arms over his chest.
well you definitely had a way with words..
rafe took the time to get a really good look at you. he had a feeling about you that he couldnât quite put his finger on, the familiarity driving him crazy. he was determined to figure you out. âboth.â he answered, taking his beer back from you. slipping your heels off, you brought your feet up and got comfortable in your spot next to rafe. âwell i only realized i didnât like you when i found out you had been talking about me first. so, really, i should be asking you why you donât like me.â
rafe blinked. all this time he thought that you felt the way you did just because. âhow come you never asked me then?â you stayed silent for a few moments before shrugging. âeveryone has always made their assumptions about me. about my parents, about my life.. but no one really knows me, or what really goes on in my home. i just let people think whatever they want.â rafeâs eyebrows knitted together in confusion. âwhat do you mean?â at his words, you realized you may have said too much.
putting your defense back up, you backed away from him slightly before you scoffed. âyouâre the last person iâd ever confide in, rafe.â the man next to you immediately recognized what you did, having veered away from being vulnerable a countless amount of times himself. rafe couldnât help but keep digging. âletâs go tit for tat, then. you tell me something, anything you want, and iâll say something in return. âthat way itâs an even exchange.â apart of you hated him for making this so easy.
âiâm not doing that with you.â your voice sounded different. it lacked that usual bite and now rafe felt bad for opening his mouth in the first place. before the awkward tension could settle over you two again, you got up with your phone in your hand. âwhere are you going?â rafe watched as you slid the door open to the cabin area. âinside. i need to make a phone call.â you lied, walking past chanel and topper who were aggressively making out on the couch in the corner.
locking the small bathroom door behind you, you sighed, taking a moment to let go of a breath you didnât know you were holding. what even was that out there? unlocking your phone, you sent chanel a text that you wanted to leave even though the chances of her seeing it was extremely slim. you stalled, deciding to freshen up your makeup as you waited for this so-called âdateâ to end already. you were reapplying your lip gloss when your phone went off, making you mutter a âthank godâ. instead of the notification being a message back from your best friend who was currently getting her face sucked off, it was from tumblr instead.
[9:14 PM] countryclub: what are you doing right now? i could use someone to talk to rn ngl
you looked up from your screen and stared into your reflection. this message came at just the right time.
[9:15 PM] brattydiaries: that makes two of us. iâm not with the sweet talk rn though, but i could use a distraction right now for sure..
[9:16 PM] countryclub: define âsweet talkâ cause i had every intention of asking you for some sexy pics and maybe a phone call if youâre down with that?
you refrained from laughing at his text, his bluntness throwing you for a loop. you couldnât deny the giddy feeling you had in your tummy when you thought about hearing his voice. biting your lip nervously, you pulled the neckline of your dress down, exposing the lace of your bra before snapping a few pictures.
[9:19 PM] brattydiaries: 3 attachments
[9:20 PM] brattydiaries: hereâs the first half of your request. make me wet and just maybe iâll accept the call..
rafe was outside on the deck looking over his shoulder every two seconds to make sure you werenât coming back in time to see the explicit photos currently illuminating his screen. he cursed under his breath, his eyes raking over the soft swells of your breasts. you were so fucking perfect, he couldnât believe you were so close yet so far.
[9:22 PM] countryclub: fuckk youâre unreal.
[9:22 PM] countryclub: i hate that iâm wrapped up with something right now, otherwise iâd be sending you paragraphs about how pretty your tits look for me.
you sighed in defeat, making a mental note to send him a text once you were finally in the comfort of your own bed. with you still in the bathroom, rafe took his time examining the photos, his eyes widening slightly as he zoomed in on the dainty diamond pendant of your necklace, the background looking like something he has seen before.
[9:25 PM] brattydiaries: aww, too bad.
just then, chanel knocked on the bathroom door, her hair looking slightly out of place once you opened it. âi just saw your text. you ready to go?â you nodded, adjusting your dress before stepping out. âsorry to cock block you, i just had a really weird moment with rafe.â you explained, tossing your phone back in your purse. chanel waved you off before interlocking her arm with yours. âdonât even worry about it, weâre going back to his place, anyways.â she reassured you.
topper was already outside on the deck once you two made your way out of the cabin. glancing at rafe, you quickly looked away once you saw that he was already staring at you. âwell, thanks for letting us use the druthers.â chanel smiled, in which rafe just shook his head. âah, donât even worry about it,â he held your stare, â..i had a good time.â blinking away from him, rafeâs eyes caught onto your cleavage once again, except this time; a sparkle from right above your neckline took him out of his reverie.
that necklace..
before he could piece anything together, you were moving with chanel, not sparing rafe another look as you were getting back onto the dock. the car ride back to your place was deadly silent. all except for the music topper had playing in the background. by the time you had gotten home and showered, you felt your world come to a stand still when your phone started ringing, an unsaved number with kildare islandâs area code showing up at the top.
accepting the call, you held up the receiver to your ear with a shaky hand before speaking.
âhello?â
â..you sound pretty.â

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Howâd they react to finding you sleeping anywhere but the bedâŠ
Dick: sharing the dog bed with Hayley (fail):
At first he thought something was wrong when he didnât hear you or Hayley greet him home and soon began to search the spy for you both.
So the moment he finds you fast asleep on Hayleyâs dog bed with Hayley tucked closely into your chest, head resting underneath your chin. His heart immeditly melted and his phone was out and taking photos nearly every 0.5 seconds, only until he was forced to stop due to how much storage they took up but he didnât regret it.
Not one bit. He even has one printed out that he kept on him to look at whenever he felt as though he needed to be reminded of how he had waiting back home for him.
You both were effortlessly cute to Dick, he couldnât help it but feel a little left out as he then tries to join you in the dog bed, only to almost ends up capsizing the three of you and waking both you and Hayley, who began licking his face as her tail smacks you in the arm repeatedly.
âWhat were you trying to do?â You asked Dick, sitting up.
Dick pouted. âJoin in the fun.â
âWe were sleeping in a dog bed, howâs that fun.â You said, not bothering to add the fact that you had accidentally fell asleep on Hayleyâs dog bed because you were waiting up for him but failed.
âFun to me is wherever you and Hayley are.â Dick answered truthfully.
You smiled as you kissed his cheek. âYouâre such a dork, you know that right.â You told him.
âYes. And?â He says cheekily, more than happy to be home with his little family.
Bruce: in the Batmobile:
Alfred told him where you were and that you best be moved to a more comfortable place then the passenger seat of the Batmobile.
How you got in there was a mystery to both men but what was more impressive was how you could possibly sleep against those hard rich leather seats in the first place.
Bruce couldnât blow but let out a little chuckle when he opened the side door, just to see you with your face half pressed against the seats before jolting yourself awake.
âWha- I didnât do nothing officer it was the dog.â You said groggily as you tried to blink the sleep from your eyes as they tried to bring reality into focus.
âHave a good nap did we?â Bruce asks, finding some amusement in your half asleep nonsense.
âWhy, whoâs asking?â You replied.
âYour consciousness.â Bruce joked sarcastically. âCome on letâs get you to bed before you develop a-â
âOw my neck.â You groaned as you held a hand to your neck the moment you tried to move it.
â-Crooked neck.â Bruce sighs as he offers you a hand. âCome on, letâs go find Alfred so that we can alleviate you of this pain.â You pouted as you grabbed onto his hand and letting him pull you out of the Batmobile. âAlfred is going to scold me isnât he?â You asked. âYes, Iâm afraid so.â Bruce answered as he helps guide you out of the Batcave.
Alfredâs scoldings were nothing to scoff at, and Bruce would know as heâs been on the receiving end of a few before in the past. After all getting scolded by Alfred was enough to set a stubborn man straight.
âDamn.â You muttered.
Damian: in the barn, on top of Goliath:
He didnât have to look far, he knew youâd be in the barn but what he wasnât expecting was for you to be fast asleep on top of his demonic dragon bat, whom had draped a protective wing over you as though it were swaddling you in an extremely warm blanket.
He had told you about the story of how he met Goliath and took him home on more then one occasion, as it was secretly his favourite story because it helped him with his own internal struggles on who he should be, and also how his past doesnât define him, but what he chooses to do in the future does.
So seeing you cuddled up to Goliath without an ounce of care made him smile a little to himself at the prospect of you accepting him for who he was truly, rather than believe what other people viewed him as. You stood out of the crowd rather than follow it and Damian couldnât be more grateful for you sticking by him, even through the extremely tough times where even he thought he went too far with his outbursts towards you.
âTt. Idiot.â He says affectionately as he walks further into the barn, stopping along the way to pet BatCow and Jerry the Turkey. âArenât they?â He asks both animals who only blinked at him as they mindlessly chewed on their food. Damian hums. âYouâre right, they may be an idiot but theyâre still my idiot at the end of the day.â
Damian ends up falling asleep against BatCowâs side as Jerry the Turkey made himself comfortable on his lap.
Jason: kitchen counter:
Him and Roy have a bet on where Jason would find you asleep next.
It had happened way too often for them that theyâd hates themselves forever for not making a game out of it at any point in their lives.
This time Roy betted that youâd fall asleep on the kitchen counter, whereas Jason believes youâll fall asleep against the window sill.
So when Jason got back home late one night after patrol, he immeditly went to look for you at the window sill. Nothing. âDamn it Roy.â He cursed under his breath as he then walked into the kitchen, praying that he wouldnât have to tell his friend that he won the bet for the eighth consecutive time.
Only for you to be fast asleep on the fucking kitchen counter, just as Roy predicted you would. Jason felt as though his friend was cheating somehow because it didnât make sense for him to have correctly predicted where youâd be found sleeping as often as he did. Unfortunately for Jason, he couldnât back up his claim as to why he thought Roy cheated, for there wasnât any substantial evidence to prove that Roy was cheating.
And so with a heavy heart, Jason walked over and pressed a kiss to your forehead before pulling out his phone to text Roy that he has wonâŠagain, and pocketing his phone as he carried you off to your shared room. âI love you chipmunk but youâve got to start sleeping in places where Iâll surefire win the bet against Roy next time okay?â He says against your head, kissing it.
âOkay. Iâll try.ïżœïżœ You murmured.
âThatâs my baby.â Jason said as he tucked you into bed before following suit.
The next day, Roy was smirking like a Cheshire Cat as he talked about his eighth consecutive victory, whereas Jason looked about ready to strangle the next person who looked at him funny.
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Light Up My Life (So Blind I Can't See)
pedro pascal x younger fem!reader
summary: pedro pascal in cannes breaks the internet, only rivaled by the mystery figure next to him at the airport. oh, that's you. oh. well, that wasn't part of the plan. oops.
warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap, smut, begging kink, lwk praise kink, choking, fingering, creampie, hurt/comfort, fluff, cannes!pedro (yes that's a warning)
word count: 5,984 words
side note: not to be that bitch but i think pedro in cannes 2025 will be my roman empire. shot out to secret dating, love that shit!!!! based on this request by my lovely fren :)
A few days ago, you had been watching a movie marathon in the comfort of your home.
"I can't believe it, you said you liked it!"
"I never said that. I said it looked interesting" he yawns. You narrow your eyes. "Sleep deprivation" he clarifies, as if reading your mind. "But, you chose it"
"Yes, because you let me" you're quick to counter.
"Yes, because we always do what you want"
Even in the distance, he finds ways to tease you.
"Not true. If it was, I would be there, with you. You know I love Marvel"
He laughs. "It's rare to hear that nowadays, less sounding so sure. You're an endangered species, baby"
You gasp. "I'm not that much of a fan"
"Not a lot of people watch a six hour livestream of chairs"
"Five" you correct, "and I did just to see if you'd show up!"
As if, gut feeling aside, he hadn't told you before.
"Alright, my bad. Five. Still, my point stands"
"So does mine. If Coco is there, why can't I be?"
"Do you happen to know hairstyling? I thought your thing was marketing"
"Oh, shut up"
Stanley Tucci briefly shows up on screen. Not that you already know, given the amount of times you've watched it.
"Are you sure it doesn't bother you?" he asks. Could refer to a lot of things.
It's the crack of dawn.
"It's the only time you can give me" you answer instead.
He makes a little pout, making you giggle. The movie keeps playing in your laptop.
"I'm sorry you have to meet me like this"
"Please, stop" at his bad joke. "The lack of sleep is showing"
He just laughs. "I can't wait for you to come"
(Texted you places of London you wouldn't be able to visit. It's just a stopover, you said, yet he insisted on sending links of London's best attractions for tourists)
"I know" you admit, softer. "Me either"
You yawn. So much for a movie you aren't watching.
"Won't it be too tiring?"
Your amazing boyfriend, ever so caring.
"Pedrito" he sighs at his name on your lips, little and a warning. "I'll be fine. Besides, I already dowloaded the movie's soundtrack to keep me company"
Pedro rolls his eyes. "You really enjoy this movie, don't you?"
You take a brief glimpse at the forgotten movie, playing on your shared screen, then back at his face.
A bit tired, eye bags more pronounced. The sleep thing was true. Still, he was the same in many other ways. His broad frame, sharp jawline, grey hair now dyed yet stubborn enough to show in some edges and over his face, in a beard that would scratch against your face when he kissed you, because he liked being close. Too close. You can still smell him, even if he hasn't been in your apartment for over a month now. As if his smell, him being intoxicantingly close, had impregnated on your skin. Another part of his to be yours.
"It's Madonna" like that's enough of a reason.
It shouldn't be this distracting. Singing Who's That Girl after arriving in France isn't a special thing, but to you, lyrics blasting through your airbuds that Pedro hates except when you offer a song and he listens, because he always listens, holds something sacred the moment your feet stretch and you're back on land again, yet people speak French instead of English and time has warped your sense of reality again.
Pedro had checked on you all the time. That was distracting. Some texts during the flight, insisting on buying Wi-Fi on the plane as if he was a millennial who couldn't survive without internet, saying what he couldn't live without was writing to you. That's a lie. You caught him on TikTok sometimes. Over his shoulder, because you couldn't sit together. Liar, you sent. You know he saw it by the way his shoulders wiggled and he covered his mouth to stiffle a giggle over the silence in the cabin. Nevertheless, he continued his little check-ups on you, as if you were a kid.
(Him: in a way, you are. You: Pedro, I'm almost thirty. Him: That's as ambiguous as me coming to Cannes. You: Your fans already suspect. Him: They're smart. You: They are. Him: Listening to the soundtrack? You: Tenth round. Him: You're insane. Insufferable too. You: It's only about forty minutes. This is a seven hour flight. Besides, you love me. Him: I do. Now stop peeking over my shoulder. You: Stop watching TikToks then, you addict!)
Somehow, lost in the music and happy feet struting towards movies, bright sun and the close yet faraway sea, you take too many of those. That wasn't the plan. Don't sit together, don't look in his direction. Over and over again. Precautions. To you, rules. Memorized them. It's not every day you board a plane, but the others are similar, in a way. It was a small price to pay for dating him.
Sometimes you mind.
(You: I miss my personal pillow. Him: I ain't got a belly anymore. You: I'm aware. I was talking about other huge things. Your biceps. HUGE. The one's Julie will show to the world in a day. Those HUGE biceps. I want to bite them. Him: You're a freak. You: Blame Kevin Feige. Him: Not the guy who lost 25 pounds?)
Sometimes you don't.
(You: Come to think of it, you do snore a bit. Him: But I thought you missed me? You break my heart, y/n)
Bump.
The defeaning sound. Coco and his bodyguard glance. But Pedro? he looks. At you.
The internet has rules too. They're both, funnily, f-rules: never forgive, never forget.
His expression is of surprise. They don't forget. His wide eyes. No, that's beyond a surprised face. That's a knowing face. They don't forgive. The subtle difference. He knows you.
Seconds, probably. He goes back to stoic mode. You hear his voice as he chats with Coco. His voice is tight, barely noticeable to anyone but you; know him better than you know yourself. But not today, when he's a supposed stranger and you're another passenger of this plane. An insignificant dot in a crowd. You walk further and avoid his gaze, pretending to search for imaginary stains in your passport, as if you hadn't make the worst mistake of your life.
Days ago, sitting in your bed, you were just another light in the vast Californian sea of houses and salt air. Now, everyone knows he's your something.
Makes sense.
The slip-ups on interviews, his comments about Materialists, his behavior on that interview with Dakota, the mysterious silhoutte that ressembled a woman but was always too blurry and far yet close to identify.
Unrecognizable.
Because you were a nobody. Made a line to get coffee, nothing about you guaranteeing any special treatment. Worked in a publicity agency from Mondays to Fridays, Saturdays if someone called in sick. Took your dog, who complained when the LA sun hit his tiny paws too much, out on walks: Toto, the little cairn terrier who was now under the care of your brother and his girlfriend because of your trip. Was photographed because you wanted and not because they had to, the hidden cameras capturing every move of yours.
That was the privilege of anonymity.
But that luck, like everything else in the world, seemed to have run out.
Now you sit on the hotel room, phone blowing up with messages, mentions, and emails. Funny thing is, despite already having your Instagram account leaked, you were still a ghost. A who?. Just a face Pedro had looked too much for it to be a simple passerby.
You sniffle as Coco brushes your hair, more to calm you than to fix it for the event.
You look through the mirror, not at you, but at the bag dangling from it, and sniffle again. The dress hangs on the closet as Coco gives you a sympathetic look and Lux squeezes your shoulder gently.
"Maybe we can still work it out" you manage to choke up, hoarse from useless crying. So hopeful, as Pedro would say.
The original plan, before the little "bump" on the road, was to attend Cannes while disguised, which meant sneaking as a guest, skipping the whole red carpet.
But now people knew who you were. Or how you looked, at least.
"Not to be a killjoy, but even if the French press is oblivious, I'm sure the internet will catch up as soon as the live stream for Eddington's red carpet starts broadcasting" Lux comments.
"They don't know your name, yet I'm sure they've already memorized your face. You're all over my Instagram" Coco adds, smiling sadly. "Your face is not to be forgotten"
You smile weakly, still feeling bad.
"I don't know what to do" you sniffle, looking back at the dress, one your budget could've bought but leave you on a tightrope for the rest of the month. To your boyfriend, it was barely a tickle on his finances. He insisted on buying it after your bright, unable to hide, smile. Wear it on a special day, and that is today.
Was.
"I'm sure we can come up with something" Lux offers.
"Come with me"
The three of your turn around. You'd recognize that voice even if you were deaf.
"ÂżTe volviste loco?" Lux asks, perplexed. (have you gone crazy?)
"Un poco" he replies in a Spanish that needs to be practiced a tad bit more, "por ella, sĂ" (a bit, yes. for her)
"What's going on?" you ask, wiping your tears.
Pedro kneels down in front of you, already dressed in an all black suit. If you weren't on the verge of sobbing for the umpteenth time, you'd tear that suit in two.
"You look good" you sniffle.
He smiles, softly. "I know"
"I love those glasses. They're my favorites"
He smiles again, adjusting them. "I know"
"Se acabĂł el tiempo, tortolitos" Lux jokes. (time's up, lovebirds)
"Yeah. Are we going to ignore the elephant in the room?" Coco asks, eyes widened in exasperation.
"I'm taking her with me"
"To the red carpet?" his sister asks, surprised.
"No, to fucking Wendy's. Of course, Lux. I'm taking her to the red carpet" he then gives his sister a glance. "You look gorgeous, by the way"
"I know" she flips her hair.
"Yeah, she's beautiful and so are you" Coco interrupts, then points to you. "Is that how you plan on solving this?"
Pedro nods, solemly.
"Listen, it's just a matter of hours before people connect the dots. They already have your Instagram and name. What's next? Your job, your dog?"
You gasp. "I have a whole dump of Toto on my feed!"
"Your account is private though" Lux drops.
"Still!" you panic. "What do I do?"
"Come with me" Pedro insists. "Harm's already done. What would change if we walked down a piece of red clothing?"
"Not even Rooney Mara will walk along Joaquin"
"So? We're not them" he kneels in front of your face again. Wipes a stray tear and grabs your hand. Squeezes it, like fresh oranges for a juice, because he knows you like the gesture. Need it. "And Emma is taking her husband, so"
You only sigh, unconvinced.
"Come with me" he repeats again, like a mantra. Or a prayer. Maybe hoping you'd accept.
"And let the whole world know?"
"Precisely" he smiles, cheeky. "They know some things already. We're just advancing the process for them"
Coco sighs. "At the speed of a bullet train"
"Whatever" Pedro drops. Then, looks at you. "We like it fast, don't we, baby?"
You can only blush in response.
"She'll come with me, then. We'll ride in the car behind" Ullrich sentences.
"No" his grip on your arm is strong but not brusing. Firm, as his position. He gives you a little tug, as to pull you in. Needless to say, you felt like a ragdoll. "She'll come with me"
Fighting Pedro was like trying to tame a tide.
In the end, somehow, he'd managed to rope you into the chaos of the red carpet, black limusines and flashing cameras and inside his car.
You weren't sure. Back in school, you weren't disliked or bullied, but it's not like you were popular either. You had friends, but would rather be alone at times, be it at the library or just sketching at a lonely bench in the park. There was something precious in the silence most people didn't appreciate; you did.
So, to say you where overwhelmed at the bright lights and constant yelling for Pedro was an understatement.
But, if your boyfriend dressed in an all black suit didn't scream Look at me! energy enough, there was you.
It was quick. Everything seemed to be so as of late. The cameras and press, waiting fans, yelled for Pedro, only to then find out he wasn't only here with his sister, but another woman. The airport woman. A loud point of a finger and the whole world knows you're back.
That he isn't your something. No, Pedro is more.
He's your fucking partner.
And it's so obvious, by the way he looks at you fondly. It different from his sister. This isn't that type of unconditional supporting love, but a stronger one. Consuming. One that speaks of devotion. He looks at you. Admires you. Like a painting. As if you had all the answers in the world.
You say hi to his co-stars, maybe a bit too excited to greet Austin Butler. Pedro isn't happy but he's not putting a jealous fit for the cameras. Not when he's busy throwing charming smiles and flexing that body he's worked so hard for under the summer sun.
The world talks. It's all over the news. Your smile, growing only wider when Pedro is near you, hand on the small of your back, right where the dress leaves inviting skin for the rest to see. He introduces you to anyone who wants to listen, always talking, because he's such a yapper. A loud laugher too, and even if it's not with you, you laugh with him, too contagious for you to question it. Posing with the rest of the cast as you wait by the sidelines, taking some pictures for yourself. You see the bee, trying to meddle, imposing and nosy, and feel a little sorry for it, despite Emma's face and the guys' laugh. In a way, you see yourself in the poor insect: taking space where it shouldn't, captured under the lights.
Comments are deceiving, yet there's a movie playing and then an awkward, way too long, standing ovation for you to care. You do. But you try not to, rather focusing on the event and feeling proud of Pedro. You clap and do a little too loud sound that vagely resembles a cheer. Flustered, you find out later on that the video made it out to Twitter. Strangely, even if your sudden appearance in Pedro's life, or rather public life, is well received under that post. Maybe life wasn't so cruel.
"You're not wearing that"
Life is cruel.
"Why not? You knew it beforehand. Said it was your favorite"
"I changed my mind. It's too revealing"
"What are you? Seventy?"
"The age gap is the other way around, grandpa"
And then the fucker flexes his arms. Worst, not even on purpose. Putting on glasses and a pink soft sweater shouldn't be this hot.
"Don't worry, baby. Don't break a sweat. I'll take the grandma sweater off when we get there"
Your cheeks heat up. "That was on purpose"
He offers a cheeky grin.
"Maybe"
Today is the photocall, and if yesterday's outfit put you in your knees, this one sends you straight to the ground. Full force. In a tank top and black pants paired with spiky shoes, his purpose was to serve and to kill you.
He goes again for the round of photos and such, you trailing behind like a lost puppy. Everyone assumes, yet no one asks.
She, the airport woman, now y/n.
(Can't say it out loud either. Not even you, yet, as if the knowing smiles and stolen not so subtle glances hadn't given you away)
You enjoyed this limbo. Of belonging not more inside closed doors and ambiguous coincidences, but on tabloids and loud shutters of camera. You liked the attention but not the label. It was good to see them scrambling, begging for details. Your social media had filled with requests, and even at times, your phone crashed.
You sat in a corner, watching the press. A few clicks here and there, Pedro drinking water and making it sexy (the size difference of his hand and the tiny bottle? You need to be locked up), questions, some about the movie, others about working with Ari Aster and then, awkward ones Pedro handled with grace. He spoke with such reverence, care and thoughtfulness, you can't help but feel your legs weak. You knew he was smart, well read and opinionated, but hearing him was another thing. So lost in this, you don't hear the next question.
"I know no one else is brave enough to ask" the reporter laughs nervously, "but I need to know"
Pedro senses immediately. When he glances briefly at you, hidden on a corner, you know this is about you.
"I don't think you do" he laughs, but there's a certain edge on his tone.
"It's fine if you don't want to answer, but me and everyone else on this room, hell, world!, wants to know who the woman at the airport is"
Before he adds about your quiet but strong presence on both days, Pedro cuts in:
"Is that how you call my girlfriend?"
The uproar is so loud, even Joaquin, who seemed to be on a separate train of thought, jumps on his seat. More questions follow, ones he doesn't answer. Out of boredom or to keep. Some things are meant to be like this.
Tabloids go crazy with the news. You haven't even left the place and phone blows up even more. It will explode at this point. Worse, it's only been minutes. An hour later, it's still as bad. Well, bad is a way of saying it: what you mean is nosy press and the promise of a quiet vacation ruined.
"I don't think it'll ever be quiet again"
You sigh softly, leaning on the door of the car taking you to the hotel.
"It's an opportunity" you reply just to feel the silence.
"Ever the marketer, you bussiness woman"
Even then, he manages to rob from you a faint smile.
At least they don't know where you're staying. That would be awful. You can't imagine having troubles to get out of a car.
"Something's in your mind" as your heels click against cold marble floors.
A shit ton.
You. The fast changes. Impending. Privacy gone. Scrapes of your life out in the open for the world to see. Your relationship and this new stage you're in.
Him. His warm eyes. Firm hand to secure you. Those circles on your back that calmed you down. It's a quiet I love you. Reassurance you don't say but need. I'm here. Pedro won't let you take the fall alone.
But, also, him.
With his body that had been driving you wild. Intoxicating cologne. A small cut abov his beard, still fresh. Thick glasses. Long legs. Strong arms. His charisma. Confidence. A killer smile. Warm eyes. Kind. He laughed too much and filled the gap of your stolen breaths, waiting.
"Want me to tell you?"
Smug grin you could wipe off his face.
"I'm all ears"
He too has noticed you. Short glances. Parted lips. So plump he can still taste them. The lipstick inside his cheek, over his white pristine smile if he hadn't licked it off. A part of you in him. Another. Your body, always so perfect, but in that dress he bought? He steals a look now. He definitely pictured you in it, yet this is better. How you own it. The cameras aren't flashing your way, but their eyes trail your every move. You had that in you: a beauty that wasn't loud, but made sure to be noticed. Like the air: not seen, just felt. Sometimes light, others heavy. He feels light-headed. Today you chose another set he bought you. In away, Pedro feels as if he owns you. But a tender belonging, of soul to soul, possessive, yet not as an object; he was raised right. Although, after your giggles with Austin...
"Pedro..." all sweet voice. He likes his name a lot. More if it's from you.
Your silence is both punishing and teasing.
"Tell me what you want" he insists.
"You know me" you play coy.
"I wanna hear it" desperate.
You cave in. Then, lean. His hairs raise in a prickly trepidation.
"They know too much" he feels your pressure, fears. But also, he feels your hot breath and short gasps, as if you can't hold this any longer.
"I'm sorry"
You shake your head with parted lips and hooded eyes, blood rushing to your cheeks.
"Show me something only I'll know"
Pedro's control shatteres at your words, a low, animalistic growl rumbling up from his chest.
"You're gonna make me fuck you in here" he spills the lewd confession.
"You're going to get us kicked out of this hotel"
"Can I at least kiss you on the elevator?" he pleads. Puppy sad brown eyes and all.
"Maybe"
In an instant, he takes your wrist in his grip, pulling you stumbling to the dinging door.
"Be patient" you mumble as his lips ghost over your neck. You glance at the numbers.
"We're on the thirty-two floor"
"Patience is a virtue"
"I don't care"
As soon as the door opens, he strides out with desperate, urgent steps.
"This isn't our floor"
"Fuck!"
The short time from the twenty-four to your actual floor felt interminable, every second stretching into an eternity as the weight of your shared desire hung heavy in the air.
"Jesus" you mutter.
"That good or bad?" he asks, mouth busy and voice sort of muffled against the flush skin of your neck.
"Good" you manage to mumble, hands on his hair.
Alright, you miss the messy curls but you can see them insist on the top of his hair, now starting to get sweaty, Coco's work going to waste.
"Then let's give them more to talk"
As soon as you crossed the hallway, Pedro kicks the door shut behind both of you. He's got your back pressed against it, roughly, as if he couldn't wait a bit longer, mouth taking yours in a hungry kiss.
His hands roam your body, gripping, squeezing, tugging at any little space of honeyed skin he can, taking off the buttons with a feverish desperation. You swear one of them pops, if your ears don't deceive you.
"You bought that dress. I liked it"
He rolls his eyes. "I can buy you a new one. A whole closet"
"But I liked this one" you pout.
He kisses your pouty lips. "Then I shall move the earth to get the same one again for you. Now... where were we?"
He's back to kissing you roughly, and soon, your brain is too fuzzy and lost in the force of his lips on yours, that the cameras and late interview are soon forgotten in the back of your mind.
"I'm going to ruin you" he says against your mouth, voice ragged with lust. You let out a little moan as you squirm under his insistent touch. "So hard, so deep, you won't forget who you belong to. Never"
You should feel threatened. Scared, even. But no, down there? You're a wet mess.
The dress falls to the floor with a soft thud. At least he didn't rip it.
"No bra, baby?" he asks, voice thick. You swallow harshly and nod. "Bad girl. Such'a tease"
His mouth drops then to your chest, lips kissing and teeth grazing the soft swell of your breasts. His tongue runs cold through a shiver, moving to your nipples, taking the hardened bud into his mouth and sucking hard. You feel his hands then over the rosy flesh, grabbing what he can, which, given the size of his hands, it's a lot.
"All this for me?"
You nod, lost in the grunts, sweat, his mouth and touch.
"That's right. Mine. You're mine, baby. Just mine. Say it. Tell me you are"
"Yes!" you gasp. "I'm yours, Pedro. All yours. Only yours"
He groans into your mouth as your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. There's too a low sound coming from his throat, probably an approval sound of some sorts. His hands now slide down to your hips, gripping the free skin until he lifts you up. It's always like this. Now, you wrap your legs around his waist, tiny ankles locking at the small of his broad back.
Finally, he takes you to the bed in the middle of the room, all while never breaking the kiss or stopping his greedy hands from touching you. You whine and squirm, weak under his spell.
"So antsy" he softly says.
"I think you meant your hands"
With a little laugh, he lays you down on the bed, body hovering over you, pinning you to the mattress. Before, he'd take his time to let go of the shirt, undressing slowly and almost reluctantly. Now, he takes no time in stripping off his shirt, revealing the toned body under an already revealing shirt. You love Pedro, in all of his forms and shapes, but weren't you incredibly turned on like a horny teenager for this new body? Maybe it was his new energy, how it oozed off of him in the form of flexing biceps, slim figure, toned chest and stomach and disarming smile. He was a menace and knew it, by the smirk visible even through the soft moonlight filtering through the window.
"We should've turned the lights"
"I like you like this" needy fingers now turn tender as he traces soft hearts on your face, the rough skin brushing your soft flushed own.
"At least the nightstand one. It's yellow"
"No"
He leans down to claim your mouth again, or just shut you up. It's helpful, anyway, as he kisses you until you're breathless, lips swollen and tingling.
"Someone's insatiable today" you croak out.
"For you? Always" he replies, fingers finding the damp patch in your panties, rubbing over it, thick fingers pressing against your clothed pussy. "It's never enough, baby"
He lets out a little grunt.
"Fuck, you're so wet" voice rough with lust and surprise. "Julie's outfit turned you on that much?"
"Even the hideous ones did" you whimper. "Imagine this one"
"I chose some of those, you know" he sounds a bit offended.
"Whatever. I'm happy with this Cannes run. I'll send some flowers or take her to lunch"
"So caring" he mocks.
"For dressing my man like a complete eye candy? Hell, yes"
"No one uses that term nowadays" Pedro interjects.
"Here you go again. You're my biggest hater. Shut up and just-"
You turn desperate at the pressure his fingers apply on your clothed slit. He smirks at that, eyes dark.
"You want this, don't you? You want me inside, filling you, stretching you around my cock?"
"Yes" you whimper again.
"Say it" he demands.
Never would you beg for something, but goddamn, didn't this man reduce you to a puddle of moans and pleasure? Your common sense, no, normal functioning, basic even, flew out of the window with just a kiss.
"I need you"
His fingers press even deeper, and the pulsing light pain sensation drives you wild, making you whimper again.
"Pedro-" you whine, hips rocking up against his hand, seeking more of that delicious friction.
He clicks his tongue. "Manners, baby"
You squirm, violently and desperate. He really was going to make you beg for it.
"Please, Pedro"
"That better" fingers slightly more insistent. "One last time?"
Fuck dignity, man.
"Please, Pedro. I need you. I need you so badly" you choke out.
He grins like a schoolboy, eyes dark. "Good girl"
He rewards you by making a quick work of your panties, practically tearing them off and tossing them aside. His fingers then were on your bare skin, drumming on sensitive thighs.
"Don't tease" you plead through gritted teeth.
"So impatient" he tsks. "Want it now, baby?"
You nod, feverish.
"Because you asked"
"Because we always do what I want" you choke.
His eyes shine dark. "Easy, brat"
He strokes through the slick folds of your, pussy, pushing two long, thick fingers deep inside you, curling them just right, hitting that well known spot that made you see stars.
"So tight" his voice comes out strained. "So fucking tight and hot and perfect"
Pedro pumps his fingers in and out, thumb rubbing tight circles over your clit. His mouth drops to your breast again, suckling hard, biting just on the edge and then licking to soothe the sting. You feel heat building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in your core. Your hands scrabble at his back, nails digging into his skin, as to urge him.
And then he pulls away, leaving you empty and aching. You whimper at the loss, making him chuckle a bit.
"Calm down, baby. I ain't going anywhere"
He starts undressing what's left of his clothes, and if you liked the outfit, him naked takes the win. His cock springs free, long and hard, the thick head already glistening.
"See?"
He settles himself between your thighs, the thick length of his cock nudging against your slick folds. He looks down at you, eyes intense under the moonlight. His large, calloused hands slid under your hips, gripping them hard enough to leave bruises.
If spilling it in the interview wasn't enough, he was going to mark you, claim you, make you his.
"I'm going to fuck you now" Pedro announces, voice low with lust.âŻ"I'm going to fuck you hard and deep, just like you need. Like we both do"
With that, he thrust forward, pushing past your entrance. You gasp at the intrusion, feeling your pussy stretch around him, accommodating his size. It always happens; he's just big like that. He pauses, letting you adjust to the stretch, before pushing forward again, sinking deeper inside.
So thoughtful.
"Fuck, you're so tightâŻ" he said through gritted teeth. "So fucking tight and hot and perfect. You feel incredible, y/n"
He starts to move then, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in. Each push brings him deeper, until he was buried to the hilt inside. He sets a hard, fast pace, the bed creaking beneath with the force of his thrusts. The room filled with the sound of their mingled moans and gasps, sweat pooling like a second skin.
And if things couldn't get any better...
One hand came up to your throat, long fingers wrapping around it. He didn't squeeze, not yet, just rested them there, feeling the flutter of your pulse.
"Nervous?" his thumb brushes over your racing heartbeat, a teasing promise of what was to come. "C'mon. Don't get shy on me, baby. I know you like that"
(You did. He was new to this, mainly going off some spaking and dirty talk. Now, he seemed to be into it, if not more, as you. It was always exciting when he did it, never telling you before. If you didn't want to, he stopped. You know he would, at least, because so far, you've never told him to)
You nod, walls clench around him.
"As much as you like feeling my cock stretching you open? Filling you up? You like knowing I'm the only man to be inside this perfect little cunt?"
"Yes" you gasp. "God, yes. No one else, but you, Pedro. Only you."
A wicked grin spreads across his face and he tightens his grip on your throat, just a little. Enough to make you feel it.
"That's right, baby. This cunt belong to me now. Your body. You. You belong to me"
He starts to thrust harder, faster, headboard slamming against the wall with each snap.
Pedro feels you starting to tighten around him, breath coming in short, sharp, desperate gasps.
He knew you were close.
He leans down then, his rough stubble rasping against the smooth skin of your neck as he growled in your ear.
"Be a good girl and come for me" he urges. "Let me feel this pretty pussy spasm around my cock. Feel it come undone on my dick"
His hips never slow, pounding into you with deep, powerful thrusts. The grip on your throat tightened just a touch more, fingers pressing into the soft flesh. Not enough to cut off your air, but enough to make you light-headed.
"I'm going to fill this cunt with my cum. I'm going to pump you so full of it, you'll be dripping for days"
You let out a choked moan at his filthy promise, back arching off the bed. He could feel her starting to convulse around him, her slick walls fluttering and clenching. He was so close too, his balls drawing up tight against his body as the pressure built.
"Come now. Let me feel you scream my name as I fill you up. Let the whole damn city know who you belong to"
With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you. At the same time, his fingers tightened around your throat, squeezing just as your orgasm crashes over. You let out a strangled cry, body shaking and shuddering beneath him as you come apart.
"Fuck, y/n. Fuck"
With a load groan, he comes too, cock pulsing and jerking inside you as he pumps you full of his hot seed. Spurt after spurt, until he sees your stomach bloat lightly and you feel it sloshing inside you like the distant waves on the beach.
He collapses on top of you with a loud sigh, weight pressing you into the mattress, his cock still buried deep inside your fluttering heat; it's still dripping.
You both lay there for a long moment, chests heaving, bodies slick with sweat, as you catch your breaths. Finally, he lifted his head to look at you, his eyes soft.
"You're incredible" voice raw. "I can't believe you're mine"
You giggle, feeling his arms wrap around you, pulling you close as you snuggle against his neck. He can feel your soft, warm breath tickling on his skin. A sense of peace and contentment settles over him, and he sighs happily.
"Yours" and a quick tired sloppy kiss. "You drained me, thought"
"If you weren't such a tease..."
You playfully swat him, weakly.
"Shh, just relax" he murmurs, one hand stroking slowly up and down your back. "You did so good, baby. So fucking perfect. As always"
You can't helo but say: "And now the whole world knows it"
He captures your lips in a slow, deep kiss. It was different from the hungry, desperate kisses before. This one was tender, almost sweet. Full of a quiet, growing affection.
"It's okay" so quiet you would miss it. "I've got you, baby. And I'm not going anywhere"
You make a soft, contented lazy sound as you snuggle even closer, fingers playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck. He feels your body starting to give up.
"Promise?"
He tightens his arms around you, holding you like he means it. You are the most precious thing in the world to him, but he doesn't want to tell you. He wants you to know. So he holds you tightly, like a vow. Something to keep. Something worth.
"Promise"
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sevika with a shy!inexpierenced!succubus reader đ„č i feel like they'd be so cute together!
A Virgin Succubus?
Sevika x Inexperienced!Succubus!Reader
Contains smut, strap, fingering, virginity loss of reader!
Please have mercy, I've never written succubus before...
When Sevika told you she wasn't scared of being charmed by you, and you weren't doing it on purpose and she was aware of thatâ you didn't want to believe her.
In a place like Zaun, people of your species barely survived, making them the victims of assault. But you knew Sevika would keep you safe, she vowed to afterall. She knew you were inexperienced and never meant harm with your powers.
So much so that you always wore a beret to keep your horns hidden, tail tucked away in the big leather coats you wore even during the warm weather, âYou'll be fine,â she reassured and kissed your forehead whenever she saw you getting too vigilant.
âYou've never once seduced someone?â Eventually, Sevika's curiosity got the best of her and she asked you when she was at Last Drop once. Surprisingly enough, she wasn't playing poker when the question was dropped, she was simply enjoying her alcohol.
âNo, I just⊠I think it's wrong to let someone's lust control them,â you answered, âI'm pretty inexperiencedâ I'm sorryââ
âNo, don't be,â Sevika placed a large hand on your thigh, âIt's okay, I like virgins.â
Your cheeks glowed red and you hid your face behind the curtain of hair, âI'mâ I'm⊠not very experienced in these things, it won't be fun with me, I swear,â you said but Sevika wasn't listening to a word of your denial.
âWe'd only know if we slept together, no?â Sevika chuckled, wrapping her flesh arm around you and bringing you closer, you could smell the alcohol and smoke on her.
You smiled, nervously, âM-mhmâŠâ you looked down at your legs, dreading Sevika finding out just how inexperienced you were. You'd not once even masterbate, too scared of putting your fingers in yourself because what if you got hurt in any way? How embarrassing would that be?
Now you were laid on the bed with your legs spread, scared of what Sevika would do to you. She did exaggerate how much it hurt for virgins that's why you were scared. You watched as Sevika took out something from a drawer full of silicone dicks.
It was a big bottle of lube, she smiled, âIt'll make it easier,â she said, pouring a generous amount onto her hands before reaching your pussy with a pause to take a look at your face, silently asking for consent.
âGo aheadâŠâ you whispered and then let out a shaky breath feeling her touch your sensitive parts. She didn't do much, just smeared the lube over your clit and hole.
âReady?â She asked before she slowly sunk in a single, thick finger inside.
You gasped, âIt's bigâŠâ
âIt's one finger.â Sevika chuckled, slowly curling it, your hands instantly wrapped around her like a vice, scratching her back. Sevika bit back a hiss of painâ no, she liked it. âSomeone's eager,â Sevika teased before adding a second finger, scissoring inside your pussy to stretch you out a little. Just enough for her strap.
âIt feels weird,â you mumbled, your wetness squelching around her fingers as she worked.
âIt'll start hurting soon,â
âSevika!â You whined and then moaned feeling her curl her fingers at your g-spot, it felt good. A weird tingly feeling spread across your lower tummy and then suddenly you felt emptinessâ her fingers were out.
Before you could even begin to complain, Sevika poured a generous amount of lube over the strapâs head. Your heart almost fell to your stomach seeing the sheer size of it, âIt's huge, it won't fit,â you instantly said.
âCome on, doll, don't be so negative now,â Sevika smirked, guiding the head of the strap to your hole. You wanted to run away, but you also wanted to be courageous and brave.
âI can do thisâŠâ you whispered to yourself and gasped when the strap slowly slipped inside.
âTell me when to start moving,â Sevika said when the toy was deeply seated inside of you.
You sighed, a little shaky and shuddering but that was fine. It hurt, the stretch hurt a lot but you could only imagine the pain if she started moving, âYou're doing so well for me,â Sevika said as her flesh fingers stroked the side of your face, mechanical arm holding one leg and caressing the skin of your plush thigh.
âIt hurts a lot,â you said, feeling the tears come but you didn't want to cry.
âI know,â Sevika traced the curve of your breast, taking one in her flesh hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, âIt'll feel better soon, I promise,â she leaned down and took one of your nipples in her mouth and you moaned.
You could feel her warm, wet tongue swirling over your nipple and teasing the nub. Your back arched off the bed and you giggled, âThat'sâ that's actually good,â you said, tail curling when she did that again.
âWant me to move now, honey?â Sevika asked in a low tone and you nodded hesitantly.
âI can wait if youââ âNo, please,â you heaved a deep breath, âI'm ready.â
âOkay, then, if you want me to stop, just say so,â Sevika slowly started moving the strap, her hips pistoning in a steady motion.
Your legs came to wrap up around her waist as you moaned, your eyes closed and your head tilted back giving Sevika access to the midsection of your throat. She leaned and started leaving hickeys. You moaned loudly when she sucked a dark spot on your neck, teeth sinking to leave a bite mark around the hickey. âYou're so beautiful.â
The pain of the thrusts melted into a sort of pleasure you'd never felt before and the only thing that escaped your mouth from then was soft âAhâs as your legs tightened around Sevika's hips. Sevika smirked down at your needy form, slowly increasing her pace.
Even though she was being a little rougher and faster now, the pleasure you felt was otherworldly and something you couldn't exactly word out. Your lower tummy clenched, some sort of knot forming, your skin felt hot, âS-SevâŠâ you moaned comparatively louder than your other moans, Sevika shushed you gently.
As if she knew what was happening, âJust let it go,â she cooed and your back arched off the bed again. You bit down at the side of her neck as you came undone on her strap, body shivering from the sudden coldness you felt against your skin after your pussy stopped convulsing.
You laid back, down, breathing heavily, âThat was⊠what was that?â
âYour first orgasm.â
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big distraction
sam winchester x fem!reader
summary ⏠sam needs to distract you long enough for dean to decorate for your birthday, and he chooses the best way possible
notice ⏠birthday smutttt (mdni !) whoop whoop !!, promised some bday smut so here ya'll go, can't believe im 19 now eeeee, oral (f!recieving), unprotected p!v, sam is pussy drunk btw, birthday fluff !, no use of y/n, lowercase intended !
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birthdays were never your thing. and they werenât a hunterâs thing, either. always being on the road, never knowing if youâd even live another trip around the sun. it all seemed superficial and unnecessary to celebrate.Â
so when sam and dean find out your birthday is today, you beg them to keep quiet about it.Â
âno candles and cake?â dean jokes, nudging your shoulder in the booth of an old diner you were getting breakfast at, âor special birthday pancakes?â you see him point to the birthday special written in cursive letters on the sticky menu.Â
âno,â you solidify, taking a warm sip of coffee, âbeing alive and with you idiots is enough.âÂ
your boyfriend, sam, who's sitting across from you forking his eggs, shakes his head but stays quiet, like heâs planning a surprise attack behind your back.Â
you donât notice him catch deanâs eye as you read over the check, or see them scouting potential places to buy party decorations while you drive to the motelâyes, you insisted to drive babyâand you certainly donât hear them whispering to each other as you lose yourself in a book on the weirdly comfortable mattress that is probably twice your age.Â
when dean comes back from an outing later that nightââjust talking to potential witnesses,ââhe said, totally suspiciously, youâre eyes run down his arm to him carrying inside the large duffle bag he keeps in the trunk, full of salt guns and holy water.Â
you sit up straighter in your seat against the bed frame, suddenly alert, but sam makes no moves, âwhatâs wrong, why are youââÂ
âjust would rather have these closer to us,â he rushes quickly, a lopsided smile on his face, dropping the duffle like it doesnât weigh a ton on the gross motel carpet, giving sam a âam i doing okay?â look that has your brows furrowing.Â
âdean, can i see you in private?â sam says through gritted teeth, nodding to the bathroom.Â
dean sends him an awkward grin, nodding before they both disappear behind the off white door. in an instant, youâre pressed up against it, ear turned on the highest setting you can, trying to hear through the loud AC unit and buzz of cars outside the open window.Â
although, you donât have to listen too hard. the two of them are so loud, you wonder whether you couldâve stayed sat on the bed.Â
âalright, hereâs the plan, you stay here and set upâiâll distract her.â samâs voice.Â
âwhy do i have to decorate? the cakeâs probably smushed in the damn duffleââ
âjust let me handle it, okay?âÂ
âiâm gonna need twenty minutes.âÂ
âit takes you that long to frost a cake and put up a signââÂ
âthin ice, sammy.âÂ
you imagine samâs face and try to swallow a laugh, but the revelation that theyâre planning a surprise for you is enough to knock your world off its axis. even though you told them not to fuss, thereâs something pure about them doing this for you. something the three of you could use in the midst of the chaos of your lives.Â
âhow are you distracting her? gonna take her into town or something?â deanâs voice.Â
âi donât know, maybe, iââÂ
âno,âÂ
âdeanââ
âyouâre not having sex in my car.âÂ
your face burns.Â
âdean, i didnâtââÂ
âi saw that look!âÂ
your palm comes to cover your mouth, stifling another burst of amusement.Â
âlet me take care of it alright? you just focus on hanging the sign up the right way.âÂ
you hear shoes shuffling against the bathroom tile, and you spring up quick to settle yourself back comfortably on the bed.Â
the door opens and sam meets your eye, âdean thinks he left something in the car,â he says, as if youâre stupid. the inside of your cheek is shredded so you donât smile.Â
âalright,â you throw the book down onto the floral duvet beneath you, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, âshall we?âÂ
both boysâ faces crease in confusion at your compliance. but nonetheless, you follow sam outside as he sweeps the impalaâs keys off the table.Â
once outside, you find it hard to keep your hands off him, rubbing your palms up his arms as he walks you to the parking lot, anxious to surprise him.Â
when sam shuts the car door, youâre on him in a second, pouncing like a cat onto his lips. he melts instantly into your taste, like every plan and course of action he thought to distract you vanishes from his mind. his large hand comes to cup your cheek, soft under his calloused touch, and youâre moaning at the sensation of his fingers tangling in your hair.Â
sam pulls from you just slightly to murmur, âyou beat me to it.âÂ
his voice, husky with desire, has you squirming in the rough leather seats, aching for his touch to cover you everywhere, and you feel giddy knowing it will, âhow else am i supposed to celebrate my birthday?âÂ
a warm chuckle breathes past his lips, swollen and pink, âi thought you didnât wanna celebrate it?âÂ
you smirk, moving to place chaste kisses along his jaw and down the veins of his neck, eliciting a sultry laugh from him that makes you never want to stop, âi think i can allow this.â
âthink or know?â he teases, savoring the pleasure building in his body, fueling a fire only you know how to control, how to burn hotter.Â
samâs hands grip your waist at the sensation of your mouth trailing across his skin. with your nose buried in the crook between his shoulder, you smell the fresh soap, old lore books, and something spicy like aftershave as it fills your brain like fog. he rests his cheek on the crown of your head, reveling in your lips for another moment before heâs gently laying you down in the backseat, your legs spreading like muscle memory as he nestles between them.Â
his fingers slowly hike the white sundress youâre wearing up your legs, making sure to just barely graze your thighs. wetness starts to pool in your center as he recaptures your mouth on his, heavy breaths and gasping moans as his hands trail higher up your body beginning to fill the impala.Â
âwill dean be mad?â you mumble against him, eyes closed in bliss as he palms one of your breasts, ââthat weâre doing it in his baby?â
sam laughs mischievously, knowing damn right what the answer is but at this point, youâre both too far gone to stop, and the bulge pressed against your inner thigh, just missing where it needs to be, confirms that for you.
âhe wonât mind,â he says, sighing as you start to fumble with the buttons on his shirt, revealing his taut abs and broad chest, adorned with the anti possession tattoo that has your mouth watering.Â
âoh, he wonât, will he?â you help him shrug the rest of his shirt off while he un-patiently starts to tug your panties down, âpretty, right?âÂ
âso pretty,â he smiles, but tosses them to the side like theyâre nothing but a useless barrier between him and the paradise between your legs thatâs his, catching them on the steering wheel,âand no, he wonât mind.âÂ
before you can protest again, heâs delving into your pussy, slick and warm with your primal need for him. his tongue moves in agonizing circles up and down your folds, making you writhe and grip his soft locks in your hands to keep you grounded to earth.Â
but when he sucks your clit past his lips, youâre sure you see heaven.Â
âsam!â you shriek, bucking your hips into his face as his chin dampens. you feel his smirk against you, he can taste the way you fall apart, but the pressure doesnât let up.
âmmm, tasteâs so good,â he mumbles drunkenly, fingers pressing imprints into your thighs as he holds them down beside his head.Â
you throw your head back against the back window, trying to ignore the little voice in your head yelling, âyouâre in a motel parking lot and anyone can see you if they justââ but the white hot pleasure that explodes from your body as he flicks his tongue right there removes any thoughts other than your need to have him inside you, to give you something to clench around as you jolt and ache.Â
his name falls from you like a prayer, one he answers faster than god as his pants are off and boxers pulled down before you can even open your eyes.Â
you manage to get a glimpse of him as he pumps himself a few times, the length youâve taken oh so many times now a gift that seems too perfect for such a meaningless birthday. but when he pushes into you, hot, sweaty, skin against yours, itâs hard to see how you canât celebrate the day after this.Â
âgod, yes,â you moan into his ear when he leans down, chest against yours to be as low under the window as possible.Â
his eyes clench shut in pleasure, âfuck, you f-feel so good,â he sputters, because all he can focus on is the way youâre squeezing him.
sam moves like he was made to fit in you, hitting that spot inside you everytime that has you see stars. even now, as he struggles against the urge to drive into you so hard your legs will need days to recover, heâs gentle, soft, as he stretches and kisses and worships.Â
the impala shakes and rocks underneath you, and youâre sure if it wasnât 9:00pm on a tuesday, youâd probably be caught by now; windows fogging and the occasional pop up of samâs hair through the glass when he lifts up to watch himself disappear in you because he just canât help it. he throbs at the sight and you feel it deep in your core, pressing your climax faster.
ââmmm, best b-birthday everââ you mumble, your words harshly cut with a whiny moan when samâs idle fingers come to toy with your clit, âjesus christ!â
ânot quite,â he gasps a laugh, âoh, fuck,âÂ
your vision blanks. the coil snaps. pussy squeezes so tight sam can barely move.Â
and the impala seats? soaked.Â
sam follows close behind, hips stuttering, soft lips parted all the way as your name slips off his tongue, dripping with the taste of you. you swallow his moan, his whine, as he fills you, still pumping through both your highs.Â
your pussy leaks his warmth. you catch him staring.Â
âmake sure it doesnât get on the seat!â you worry, starting to sober up.Â
you can tell he isnât all the way back to earth, so he drunkenly smiles, âi think weâre past that point, baby.âÂ
as you fix the straps of your dress, sam reaches behind the seat for a rag to wipe the leather, probably the cloth dean keeps in the car in case of oil spills or, well, this.Â
your legs shake as you step out of the impala, suddenly feeling overexposed and like everyone in the motel was watching somehow. samâs throws his clothes on, his princess hair barely fixed with puffed lips that match yours.Â
you try to catch your breath as the wind whispers against your sticky skin, âthink deanâs done decorating the room?âÂ
samâs eyebrows furrow for a moment before lifting them in realization, mind blanking, âu-um, how did youââÂ
âkinda hard to keep a secret when you both talk so loud,â you nudge his shoulder playfully, unusual butterflies spreading through your stomach as you anticipate the surprise waiting for you inside, âit was a good effort, though.âÂ
âand thatâs why youââ jumped my bones, he wants to say, but he knows you know already, âiâm gonna get you,â he promises, grinning crooked at the way you outplayed them, âyour next birthday, the surprise is mine.âÂ
âsure, sammy,â you wink, fishing the key out of his back pocket before unlocking the door.Â
as if on cue, dean, who is by the bedside lamp, flicks it on to expel the darkness and reveal an unevenly hung HAPPY BIRTHDAY sign in holographic letters strung up on the wall above the beds, stuck messily with duct tape. thereâs a mixtape on the duvet with birthday girlâs birthday mix written on the top, paired with a dollar store bow deanâs slapped on, and a few books stacked together that you can only assume is samâs gift.Â
the cake on the end table, with messy chocolate icing thatâs also all over deanâs fingers, is what sends tears teasing your waterline. Â
âsurprise!â he shouts, waving his hands in the air.Â
sam shakes his hand against his throat, mouthing, âshe knowsâ behind you.Â
dean narrows his eyes at his brother, rolling them and throwing his arms up, âreally, sam? you couldnât even keep the surprise?âÂ
that forces a watery laugh out of you, cheeks flushed and heart warm, âitâs fine, itâs fine, dean, this isââÂ
âawesome, right?â he finishes, that shit eating grin right back where it belongs on his scruffy face.Â
âyeah,â you agree, instinctively leaning against samâs chest, âitâs awesome.âÂ
samâs hands come tight on your forearms, rubbing gently to soothe the emotions he knows youâre trying to bite back. your lip wobbles between your teeth as dean reaches for the cake.Â
âmaybe i could get behind none of that gross birthday special pancake crap,â he hands you the cake, which is resting on a flimsy paper plate while he fishes for the lighter in his pocket, âbut no candles and cake? sweetheart, thatâs just unacceptable.âÂ
dean reaches to switch the lamp back off, the room consumed in pitch black again, save for the moonlight emitting little light through the dingy curtains. the small, orange flame stemming from his lighter illuminates all three of your faces as he burns the tip of the pink candle, mumbling a âthere we goâ as he flicks the lighter back off.Â
âmake a wish,â sam says softly as he stands behind you.Â
you shut your eyes, make your wish, and blow.Â
dean starts to clap. samâs touch is grounding.Â
âhappy birthday, baby,â he murmurs in your ear, just for you.Â
when the lights come back on, and dean uses a machete to cut the cake, he notices sam trying to fix the lopsided buttons on his shirt, that was very hastily thrown back on.Â
what you didnât realize heâs also looking at, is the medium sized hickey on samâs neck.
âsoooo,â dean starts, trying not to make his starting obvious, âi thought she was the only one supposed to get presents today.âÂ
samâs forehead creases. you look up from the cake you're actively stuffing in your face.Â
âwhat do youââ sam follows deanâs finger to the mirror, where the purple bruise you gifted him rests tenderly on his soft skin, âoh.âÂ
dean chuckles, shaking his head in contempt, âwhat kinda distraction did you give her?âÂ
samâs too flustered to speak, so you swallow the smooth chocolatey goodness down your throat and answer for him.Â
âa big distraction.âÂ
letâs just say you and sam werenât allowed near the impala by yourselves for a long time.

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â§âËâ§ â[ under your roof ]â
ft. logan howlett x f! reader â xmen, marvel
â°ââ§ your baby daughter really likes uncle wadeâs roommate, and logan would be lying if he said he didnât form a quick attachment to the two of you as wellâ2.9k words; prt one (here), prt two, prt three coming soon!!
setting: deadpool & wolverine (2024) worst! logan contains: probably occ logan, heâs on his best behavior, mostly fluff with a little side of angst, single mother reader with an unspecified age, this chapter is mainly between logan & your daughter, reader has a bad relationship with the father & heâs an asshole, one joking threat of stabbing
†author's note: this was so much fun to write! single mom reader and her daughter are so lovely and i have two more part featuring these two and logan coming up! i hope you guys enjoy
kids donât like logan. itâs not a profound discovery nor is it a surprise to anyone who learns this fact. heâs intimidating enough to make some full-grown men piss themselves with so much as a glare, much less little babies who start sobbing uncontrollably when they see a giant scary man walking around believing that he would eat them or something even though heâs literally just standing there. whether the little ones have an instinct that signals him out as a mutant or he simply looks like a bad man from one of their fairy tales, he isnât sure, but itâs not the best feeling either way when heâs trying to settle back into normal life with the constant weight of knowing that heâll never fit in.
it doesnât help that, in general, he isnât good with kids either. heâs generally patient with their immaturity since they donât know any better, but he finds the crying and whining extremely headache-inducing to his sensitive senses without a clue how to calm them down.
moving in with wade and acquainting himself with his friends was a start, but the missing part of his life to make him finally feel loved and at home was the family of two who lived downstairs. the first time he met you was also the first time he met your daughter when wade told him to dress a little nicer because the two of them were invited to your place for dinner. he explained that the two of you were practically siblings and that it would probably be something he should get used to, reminding him to âturn that frown upside downâ because he was about to meet someone who âputs gordon ramsey to shame.â
the last bit sounded great to him, especially because no one in their household knew how to make anything more complicated than noodles without setting it on fire and the cost of outside food was really starting to tally up. still, he just wore some cargo pants and threw on a leather jacket, running his fingers through his hair once which was already a lot more effort than heâs ever put into meeting anyone else before.
wade didnât even bother knocking, just being himself and picking the lock as he so typically does, kicking the door open and yelling a loud ass âdaddyâs home!â which echoed throughout the apartment as well as the hallway they were standing in. the mouth-watering smell of grilled salmon filled the air, making wade hum in excitement, âdo you need help with anything? taste testing, perhaps?â
âno, do me a favor and stay away from the kitchen!â your voice rang out loud and clear, sounding much like a mother scolding a teenager for the thousandth time. âiâll stab you, do me a favor and just hang out in the living room.â
âokie-dokie!â he responded in an annoying sing-song voice, âcome on, peanut, take off your shoes.â the said man could already tell how at home his roommate seemed in this place, just as comfortable as he was back home, walking with steps heâs taken many times before and prompting logan to do the same (except he was mainly keeping to himself and being much more mild-mannered in this unfamiliar area).
the place was as spacious as the small area could be and tastefully decorated, but all sharp corners of furniture were taped over to dull the edges and the carpet had multiple kinds of colorful toys littered about. in the center of it all, was a little toddler about two or three years old, playing with a kitchen set and trying to copy what her mom was doing by running back and forth between the living room and the kitchen. she didnât even notice the two men at first, not until wade called out her name and she dropped the plastic utensils to clap her hands together before waddling over to him.
âhey, baby! how are you doing? did you miss me?â he cooed in the high-pitched voice reserved only for mary puppins, reaching down to pick up the girl by her underarms and kissing her cheek, spinning around with her in his arms as she giggled uncontrollably. âdo you wanna meet the big scary wolverine while i go bother your mommy? who am i kidding, of course you do!â he then dropped her onto the couch, making sure that she didnât bounce up too high on the cushion and hurt herself. âokay, you keep her company while i go see whatâs for dessertâ bye!â
before logan could say anything, he was already gone, disappearing around the corner into the sound of sizzling foods and the scent of herbs. pursing his lips together and shuffling his feet around for a second, he grunted and braced himself for the child to start sobbing uncontrollably because she was left alone with him. the first time he meets you, whom heâs heard so many good things about, is going to be when you have to kick him out with his tail in between his legs for disturbing the peace of your home.
but the cries never came, and his eyes met her big curious ones as she just stared up at him in silence. it was honestly a tad bit unnerving like she was sizing him up and carefully thinking about her next move.Â
and then she started giggling like earlier, kind of a more gurgling noise of playfulness more than anything, standing at his feet and waving around her short outstretched arms to signal that she wanted uppies from him.
âoh noââ heâs not sure why he even let out a word or protest to begin with when he knew she wouldnât listen, but it was pure instinct since, once again, he had no idea how to handle children. although she would probably also start crying if he didnât listen to her, so he reluctantly bent down to pick her up, holding her close to the side of his chest and nervously awaiting her next move.
she was motionless for a minute with a little hand on her chubby cheek and the other trying to clutch onto the thick leather of his jacket, eyes darting around like she was seeing the world from a new perspective for the first time even though he was a hundred percent certain wade held her like his when they are the same height.
âkitty!â
âwhat?â
she pointed at the top of his head, his hair tuffs specifically, and reached out to pull on one of them curiously.
ânoâ not a kitty!â heâs never going to escape that fucking nickname, he wouldnât be surprised if his roommate taught her to say that before she met him in person, able to perfectly envision wade crouching in front of her with a stupid picture of him on his phone and training her to say âkittyâ every time she saw his photo by rewarding her with candy or something since there is no way she associated someone who looks like him to a kitten so quickly unironically.
âno kitty?â
ânoâ logan, lo-gan.â
she tried to pronounce his name a few times before giving up after getting stuck in the second syllable, blowing a raspberry and going back to what she was doing earlierâ finding the most fun in tugging on his cowlicks like she was trying to figure out if he naturally woke up like that with the inability to brush them down or styled them with gel every day.
he sat down on the couch, the cushion sinking under his heavyweight, and sat your daughter down on his lap instead, except she didnât want to sit down. standing on his lap and pressing her little feet into his thighs, she began to climb onto his shoulder like he was a jungle gym, using his arms as stepping stones to reach her destination while he bent over at the waist to allow her to crawl onto his back without falling behind him.
âyouâre like a little lemur,â he muttered, still in slight shock that this kid seemed to like him and wasnât freaking out like he was the big bad wolf. he wouldnât admit it, but it was a really nice feeling that gave him a sense of normalcy like he was just some guy rather than the killing machine mutant most knew him as. she wouldnât stop giggling and holding onto him, which made him feel his ice-cold heart melting like snow by springâs first touch.Â
all the while, he could hear you and wade chatting away in the background: something about him needing to step away from the stove, how you needed to trust him because him starting âthat fireâ was a one-time thing, what was for dessert, and then taking a sharp turn when the conversation suddenly shifted to the topic of the father.
he felt somewhat guilty about listening in, but he knew that deadpool was going to tell him eventually, so there wasnât really any harm in a bit of eavesdropping (besides, it would have been difficult to ignore considering that your baby was being very well-behaved and his hearing wouldnât have been able to pick up on anything else.)
âso⊠any news about her dad?â the solemn tone of a man who was hardly ever serious a day of his life was more terrifying than anything heâd ever witnessed in his long life.
â... he suddenly wants to be a family man, i guessâŠâ
âwhat the hell does that even mean?â
the sound of a knife chopping vegetables against a wooden surface slowly came to a stop followed by a sigh. âlike he wants to have a family⊠just not with the one he already started⊠heâs busy planning his wedding with the girl he cheated on me with and told me not to contact him again for any reason.â
âoh my god, what an asshole! fuck that guy!â
âi canât believe that was the guy i thought i was going to spend the rest of my life with, could you imagine? i donât even know what i could have done wrong for him to be like thisâ i asked him so many times and he just said that heâs âfallen out of love,â has âmoved on,â and that i would âbe cruelâ to ask him to stay even if it was for the sake of our childâŠâ
âwell if itâs any comfort, he would have been on the next episode of forensic files the second i got a moment alone with himâ i mean, the last time we saw him, he literally pushed his own daughter away when she tried to hug him! what kind of sociopath wouldnât adore such a cutie patootie, especially his own flesh and blood?! â
âitâs fine,â you hissed, gritting your teeth at the memory. âitâs not like heâs done anything to deserve getting to be called a father to an angel anyway, iâll take care of her myselfâ wait⊠didnât i also invite your new roommate? did he not come?â
âno, heâs in the living room, heâs been here this entire time,â he informed, taking a bite out of an apple like an asshole from a film.
âand you didnât tell me?!!!â you quickly ran into the said area, finding logan and your daughter together on the couch. âhi! oh, iâm so sorry i didnât come to greet you properlyâ and left my daughter for you to look after tooâ god, iâm just a terrible host!â you tilted your head, âwhatâs your name?â
he then realized he was staring which was rather impolite, mouth slightly agape too like a fish out of water which left a few seconds of awkward silence in between. âi-iâm logan,â he managed to sputter, ânice to meet you..â
wade raised a nonexistent eyebrow at his strange mannerisms before a wide, shit-eating grin split his face.Â
âaww, baby, why are you bothering this poor old manâ come to mommy, itâs dinnertime,â you clapped your hands and held them out fully expecting her to reach out and grab onto you as she usually does, but instead she looked up at you with big pleading eyes and held onto him even more tightly like a koala clinging to a branch. âoh, did you get attached already? you really are my daughter⊠logan, could you do me a favor and put her in her high chair while i plate everything?â
âyes, of course.â
you turned back into the kitchen, leaving the two men to follow with one holding your baby in his arms. all it took was one look to understand what he was thinking, logan didnât need to be a telepath to know.Â
âif you donât shut the fuck upââ
âi didnât even say anything!â
âgood, keep it that way.â
love at first sight, wade has seen it plenty of times and understands it well, something so unpredictable and powerful, that it could bring the wolverine down on his knees. itâs even more potent when he trips over himself seeing you in your natural environment instead of all dressed up for a first date, slightly sweaty from the heat radiating off the stove, unkempt hair sticking to the sides of your face, no makeup or defenses upâ just you as yourself to the core.
âalright, bub, let's get you seatedâŠâ it took a few tries to get her in because she refused to align her little legs into the holes of the plastic piece, but she eventually got into it just fine and he pulled up his own chair to watch you place a one of the most decadent plates of pasta with chunks of salmon heâs ever seen in front of him with a word of gratitude.Â
âsorry it isnât anything special, i completely forgot that i arranged this in the first placeâŠ.â
âoh, no, itâs perfectââ
âyouâre damn right âitâs perfect!ââ wade interjected, âlemme tell you, wolvie, this simple plate of pasta is better than sex, i know damn well youâve never tasted anything like it in all your two-hundred years!â
âwell, now that you say it like that, heâs going to have high expectations and it will taste like ass compared to the actual best pasta dish heâs ever had.â
âhe likes ass, donât worryââ
the said man cleared his throat to steer the conversation back around, feeling the foreign sensation of embarrassment burning his face hit him at full force. âitâs delicious, thank you, truly the best iâve ever tasted.â
âaw, you donât have to say that.â
âno, heâs right, i think you really outdid yourself this time!â
the dinner was carried by cheerful conversations and fun stories, and despite just meeting you today, logan almost felt like he knew you for years and this was something a commonplace tradition between loved ones which was something heâs been yearning for for as long as he can remember. as he watches you laugh and feed your adorable baby, he canât help but wonder about the idiotic man who was willing to throw away something so wonderfulâ something which would complete his life and fill the void in his heart.
âwell, you two can hang around while i clean her up and put her to bed. thereâs some wine and beer inââ you watched as deadpool had already opened your fridge and was digging around like a raccoon in trash before fishing out two bottles of beers and closing the door with his hips. âalrighty then, iâll join you two in a bit.â
he watched as you disappeared into the hallway before diving headfirst into the couch next to the wolverine and handing him his beer, kicking his feet and smiling as if he was a middle-schooler at an all girlsâ sleepover. âokay, so she has a solid job as an accountant, has her own place and car, is funny and pretty, but most importantly for you, single. she doesnât like flowers as gifts, but if you gift her groceries or cleaning suppliesââ
âshe wouldnât want an asshole like me,â he grunted, taking a sip from the bottle. ânot when she just got free from another one.â
âpeanut, i met the other guy, youâre infinitely better than him! as much as i would like to keep you to myself, i have already planned out my speech at your wedding as your best man, so just keep in mind that iâm your wingman, okay? donât lie to me either, i know you have a little crush, and i think she does tooââ
âno, she doesnât.â
âquit cutting me off, you motherfucker!â
it was easier to try and suppress the sprouting seed of infatuation before it bloomed out of control. he didnât want to hurt you or himself by chasing something that shouldnât be in the first place. you deserve better, you and your daughter. you both should have someone who was younger and had the energy to be a good father and husband, not some old mutant who was freeloading off of his roommate and terrified of losing more people he cared about. if you knew about the blood on his hands and the claws embedded in them, you would probably be worried that you allowed him to hold your baby and shun him permanently.Â
and yet he was already attached, sitting here imagining domestic life where he could see her grow up through the phases of life and help her navigate its complexities while also waking up next to you in his arms and seeing your beautiful smile everyday.Â
maybe he wonât let that glimmer of hope die out and just hold onto it for a little while longer, allowing it to leave a little lingering smile on his weary face.

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ă»â„ SAY IT AGAIN
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Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ rundown :: you find out caleb had been logging into your phone at random times of the day to keep track of who you were texting. frustrated, you call him to yell at him only to question what exactly he was doing on the other end.
WARNINGS :: NSFW! 18+ , phone sex , sub!caleb (per usual) , masturbation , cnc , use of y/n
a/n :: highkey got this idea from that one scene in twk when cardans kissing jude & telling her to say she hates him..đđ
he had absolutely no right to be invading your personal space. absolutely none.
you were so fucking angry.
caleb was away on a trip with gran. usually, he would simply ask to check your phone, and you'd happily give it to him- knowing he means well. but with the shit he has been pulling, you're starting to question whether or not he really does trust you like he says he does.
you had found out that he was hacking into your phone because the device started acting awfully odd. opening apps you didnt click on, siri turning on without any context, letters on the keyboard being pressed when you never tapped on them in the first place. confused (and frankly a little scared), you took it to a professional to get it checked out. when he asked if anyone else had the password to your socials, thats when the realization dawned on you.
you felt so stupid. utterly dumb. but how were you supposed to know? you had told caleb about the issue multiple times and each occasion you mentioned it he would always say the same thing: "thats so weird, pips.. maybe you should go get it checked out or something." feigning complete innocence.
you had enough.
driving home as fast as you could, you barely reach the front door before you're calling him nonstop until he answers.
"hey pips! i missed yo-"
"you fucking liar."
there's a beat of silence at that. your breathing is heavy, going right into the mic- giving caleb an idea of what he's in for.
"um.. excuse me?" caleb manages, swallowing thickly. he knows exactly what you're going to yell at him for and he's praying to jesus christ himself that he can manipulate his way out of it.
"you know exactly what i'm talking about, don't try to play dumb. you've been going into my phone and looking through my shit. i thought you said you trusted me? what happened to that? i mean, seriously, caleb, i thought we had gotten over this." you say, voice pinched a bit higher than usual. you're pacing around the room in order to keep yourself calm, heart beating at a distressing rate as you don't like to argue with him.
"pips, i really don't know what you're talking about," he utters, licking his lips. "i know whats been going on with your phone has been messing you up, but you don't necessarily have to blame me for it. look, once i get back i'll help you figure out what's wrong with it just to prove that it's not me. deal?"
you can tell that he's trying his best to soften his tone to make his lie more believable, but you aren't gonna buy into it.
"no. no, caleb, just quit the act already. i'm so tired of this. i'll give you two choices," you say, sitting down on the couch; elbows on your knees. "either you stop with the whole hacking thing and we stay together, or i cut things off with you and we never talk again."
for a moment, there's nothing being said. pure silence. he's absolutely speechless on his end of the phone, mouth agape and eyes wide. every few seconds, he'd attempt to say something but nothing would come out- resulting in something that resembled a stutter.
"well? what's it gonna be?" you asked, becoming to grow impatient.
"y/n.." he whispered. "you.. you can't do that to me. i-.. i'm sorry for doing all that crap. i didn't do it because i don't trust you... it's other people that i don't trust. please believe me, baby. i can't stop doing it, it's just my way of keeping you safe."
aaaand now it's your turn to be shocked.
"are you fucking serious?" you yell, and you swear you can see the look on his face regardless if he's visible or not. eyebrows raised up, cheeks as red as roses, eyes backed up with tears. you know how much he hates being yelled at by you... but he deserves it. "you can't be serious. please tell me you're pulling some joke."
" baby, please. i-"
"enough. just quit it. i fucking hate you, caleb."
he swallows. no, practically gulps. he shouldnt be turned on by the sound of that. he really shouldnt. he knows he should be terrified by the threat of you leaving him... but the tent growing in his pants is getting undeniably uncomfortable that he just can't seem to care.
unzipping his jeans, he gently lays his back on his bed, being carefully quiet to ensure you don't hear.
"you're fucking insane and no matter how much i try to talk to you about it you never change. it is draining, caleb. you have absolutely no idea how fucked up you are."
he's nodding against his phone, murmuring small 'yeah's here and there to let you know that he's listening. what you aren't aware of is the fact that instead of really listening, he's actually moving his hand at an insane speed on his dick. it gets to the point that he can't even respond, the pleasure taking over. all he needs is for you to tell him how bad he is and how much you despise him for him to be able to go over the edge.
the fact that you don't even know whats going on keeps him going for even longer.
"...-is so frustrating, caleb! you don't even care for me and... wait, are you even listening? hellooo?" you shout, expecting an answer.
he picks up his phone from where it was sitting on his pillow and takes it off speaker phone to reply. "y-yes, baby? 'm sorry.. i'm, um, listening. keep talking." he responds, stuttering over his words.
you roll your eyes, thinking he simply just doesn't care. "my god, you're so fucking annoying. i hate you so much, y'know that?"
he nods hastily, even though you can't see it. "y-yes. say it again. please." the last word comes out broken as he was embarrassingly close to cumming.
you stop in your tracks, both eyebrows furrowed. "um..." you utter, confused at what he was playing at. "i... hate.. you..?"
"f-fuck!" he whisper-shouts, hips thrusting into his hand as he drops the device back onto where it was initially. he brings his previously free hand down to his cock to stroke the tip, twisting his wrists. biting his lip, hard enough to draw blood, he makes his best effort to keep little whimpers inside of his mouth. it works for the most part... but you already knew what was happening. he does it too many times for you to not know.
"caleb." you warn.
he doesn't answer, he can't answer, mind is too hazy from the force of his orgasm. he's practically like putty on his bed, half asleep and half awake.
"text me in the morning." you say before hanging up and throwing your phone on the bed.
he will not ever learn.
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11 ââ PLAYING THE PART UNDER THE SICILIAN SUN ââ RAFE CAMERON
ââ SYNOPSIS when your image-obsessed mother catches you and Rafe Cameron â your friends with benefits â in a compromising situation, you must lie and say you're dating. It spirals out of control when your mother invites him to your cousin's upcoming wedding in Italy, and spirals even further when he says yes. ââ WARNINGS language, angst, fluff if you squint. 18+ mdni. ââ WORD COUNT 4.4k. i think this is my shortest one yet? ââ NOTES edited from third person perspective to second, so let me know if there are any mistakes. one more chapter left after this one EEEEK!! ââ SERIES MASTERLIST | LAST PART ââ SONG OF THE CHAPTER japanese denim by daniel caesar
The long run doesnât feel so nice.Â
Itâs finals week, and its implications do nothing to aide the dull ache thatâs weighing in your gut. The grueling hours spent studying and hunched over desks only pile onto your list of problems, and thatâs only the physicality of your issues. Besides the permanent kink in your shoulder from your poor posture, your body is depleting due to the emotional stress that strains your heart.
Even though heâs right next door, you don't see or hear Rafe since his cold departure.
You want to believe itâs a good thing, itâs what you wanted, itâs quite literally what you asked for. But you canât help but long for him, knowing heâs just on the other side of the wall, wondering if heâs feeling just as awful as you.
But thereâs nothing.
You only heard him once while you were studying, and the second you heard another girlâs voice with him, you bolted out of the dorm and beelined to the library.Â
So you don't study in your room anymore.Â
Not that it changes much, because you donât even spot him on campus or lounging on the quad with friends. There are no late night texts, no loud music blasting through the thin walls, no presence at Elliotâs house. Nothing. For such a tall person, youâre shocked at his ability to lay low.
Because youâre certain that he purposefully avoids you.
You know he knows your schedule since he used to coincidentally be walking home from class at the same time, even though he never had classes in the same building as you. He used to just happen to open his door at the same time as you with a backpack slung over his shoulder, simply stating heâs going to the library but the company on his walk would be nice. Once he even loitered outside your academic building after you had had a tough exam, claiming the grassy patch adjacent to the building is the best place to lay.
Now Rafe does none of that. Heâs a ghost.Â
The only time you caught a glimpse of him was at a nearby coffee shop. Seeing him nearly kills you.
You'd been stopping in to refuel to cram study for a final later that day, nearly spilling your espresso infused drink on his nice white shirt on your way out. Bumping into him sent a shiver down your spine, the physical contact a pure shock to both of you as you stood motionless in the crowded cafe, eyes only trained on each other.
It was hard to even find words at the sight of his pretty eyes, ones that looked tired despite the surprise look on his face.
But the shock came and went as Rafe had been cordial, offering a tight-lipped smile that didnât quite reach his eyes and side-stepping out of your way without his usual Rafe-like banter. He was walking away from you before you could really say anything to him, the only word in the entire exchange being a meek, âSorry,â on your end that was said too late, as he was already out of earshot by the time you found the words.
You werenât sure what you were sorry for this time.
Almost spilling your drink on him. Accidentally elbowing him in the ribs. Shutting him out. Putting him through an emotional wringer. Pushing him away at every opportunity you can.
Needless to say, you've been spiraling.Â
Especially when Lorenza gives you a call a few hours before your coding exam, mainly to check in and make sure your cut is healing alright (it's practically gone, but the reminder still stays). You converse as normal, lamenting about all the projects and finals you have going on and that you're seeing your friends later.
Lorenza asks if that includes Rafe.
And hearing his name makes you go quiet. And she takes that as the hint to continue talking about him, asking if you've talked to him since the day you got back. When you tell her that, no, you haven't had time to talk to him about anything, she hums over the phone, almost scolding you wordlessly for letting it get this far.
"Probabilmente anche sta soffrendo," Lorenza tells you, stating it like a fact.
You respond that, no, he's not hurting. That he's probably fine, and that you're fine too. You're both just busy with schoolwork and personal lives and everything on top of that.
"Hai parlato con lui?"
No, you tell her, you haven't talked to him.
"Allora come lo sapresti?"
You offer no response. Because you don't know how he is. You wouldn't know if he's hurt or not because you haven't talk to him, nor can you find the gall to do so.
Her incessant pestering makes your face flush and your heart slump to your gut, settling some uneasy feeling there for the remainder of the day. Because she's right: you know you need to talk to him, even if it's just to check in and see how he is, because he deserves, at the least, an apology for how you've treated him.
It's all you can think about during your exam.
Yet finally, after day and night of burying your head in textbooks and nearly crawling through your computer screen to figure out your codes, it's your last final, and it comes and goes regardless of how much you think about Rafe during it.
It's the last Thursday before everyoneâs forced to leave for winter break, one of the last few days you'll get to see your friends before the New Year, so despite your aching shoulders and pounding headache, you accept the invitation to drink and party at Elliotâs off campus house.Â
Lorenza's words echo in your head all afternoon. He's probably hurting, too. You hope that isn't true, you hope he's just been burying himself in schoolwork and being distracted in a good way to keep himself busy. You hope he doesn't have any sleepless nights. You hope he's seeing other people to get back to a sense of normalcy.
You think about the possibility of seeing him at Elliot's, since they're best friends and all. You think about all the things you could say to him, how many I'm sorrys you can utter before he'll believe it. But you know yourself, and you'd probably never get the words out at the sight of him. Part of you really doesn't want to do it tonight.
But the other part of you also hopes Rafe's there. Maybe force him into a room so you can apologize to him (that is, if you can find the words).
When you arrive, your friends embrace you endearingly. First come the congratulations for finishing all of your finals, then the drinks are immediately second.
Marianne doesnât waste time pushing a cocktail in your hand and throwing an arm over your shoulder, guiding you deeper into the party where your closest friends (amongst a lot of others you don't care for) mingle and laugh and sing.Â
Although your mind drifts for the better part of it. You canât help but continuously scan the crowd in search of him, feeling that stupid nagging pull in your chest the longer the party goes by without him. The nagging eventually morphs into guilt.
Did he know you were coming and thatâs why heâs not here? Are you driving a wedge between your friend group because of your blatant insecurities?
"Hey," Marianne whispers to you after an hour. âYouâre goat-staring.â
âHm?â You snaps out of your trance, unaware you've been staring at that same speck on the wall for ages. âOh.â
Your friend doesnât let the act go unnoticed, darting her gaze around you cautiously before leaning in close. âAre you sure youâre alright? I mean youâve barely spoken about theââ
âIâm fine,â you reassure, giving it your all to fake a smile. âHonest. I donât want to think about it tonight.â
I can't not think about it, you want to say. Especially because he's not here.
Marianne simply raises her eyebrows, wordlessly prompting you for more.Â
But you don't give into her instigation. âIâll tell you about it soon, I promise. JustâŠnot tonight.â
Thatâs all it takes for now.Â
Because no shit the whole Rafe situation has been a damper to your conscience ever since your last morning together, no debates there, but the thought of rehashing it from the start makes your head spin. You try and blink away flashes of him: his pained expression on the dance floor, the image of him and Yara in the closet, his pretty face inches from yours coaxed in sunlight. Heâs a plague in your mind, infesting your every waking thought. Itâs draining. Itâs emotionally exhausting. You forget how to not let your mind drift back to him, him, him.
To make your head spin further, you attempt to rise from your zombie-like state and join the party. You take a shot, open another drink, dance with Marianne and catch up with your friends.
For the most part, it serves as a nice distraction, even if you can't really get drunk.
But thereâs a big gaping hole in your heart: the guilt that he, Rafe, is nowhere to be seen.
Itâs odd without him, the room feeling incomplete without his presence, his laughter, his jabby one liners. Itâs rare for him to miss a party, let alone one this big and festive, and thereâs a harsh pull in your chest, because you feel responsible for his absence. Maybe you being here made him uncomfortable, so he opted to stay back.Â
âHey, Bear.â
Elliot is suddenly at your side, beaming and using your inside-joke nickname (you debate the semantics of why Paddington's marmalade sandwiches don't seem to mold once), after finding yourself staring at another indent on the wall. Your eyes glance at your watch, frowning at the time passed.
Have you really been sitting and sulking and thinking about Rafe for that long?
âHowâd your coding sesh go?â
You shake the sulking demeanor away and take a large sip of your drink. âIâm just happy itâs over.â
âCouldnât have been that bad?â
You wince. It couldâve, and it was. Throughout the entirety of it, your thoughts kept lingering back to a certain someone.Â
âAh,â Elliot says, waving it off nonchalantly after you don't respond. âTâs all bullshit, anyway. Besides, it couldnât have been worse than my statistics final. I think I left three questions blank.â
You quirk a brow. âDidnât you say it was open note?â
Elliot simply shrugs, and you laugh, rolling your eyes at your friend.Â
âI stand corrected, then.â
The two of you fall into easy conversation, Elliot being the friend you clicked with the best out of all of Rafeâs friends. Heâs like the mayor, knowing everyone and being friends with everyone, making sure to chat with every single person who comes to his house even if he doesnât know them. Heâs a great guy to have in your corner, because despite being beloved by everyone, heâs especially protective and appreciative of his favorites.Â
He makes time for you and Marianne despite the line of people out the door waiting to say hello to him. Elliot has his priorities set. For now.Â
âSo, what gives?â
The two of you sit on the stairs twenty minutes later, tucked away from the crowds but still immersed in the pounding bass and echoed laughter. Your backs rest on opposite walls, you sitting one step above him.
Partially, you came here in the first place to stand guard so randoms donât walk upstairs (as that has happened once, where a guy in a frat down the street mistook this for his house and slept in Elliot's bed without anyone noticing him walk in). But the estrangement from the chaos is nice, and you rarely get to be with Elliot one on one without someone needing him for something, so you stay.Â
Yet your conversation was going so well, lighthearted about something your other friend Sydney said to him the other day. But not anymore, as now he's looking to you expectantly for answers, answers you're not ready to give.
You frown. âWhat?â
Elliot gives you a pointed look. âBear,â he deadpans as if itâs obvious, scoffing at your deflection.
All you can do is shrug, prompting him to say more.
âYou go to Italy with my best friend for a week and neither of you are saying anything about it?â He throws his hand up. âWhat the hell happened?â
How much time does he have? Because there is a lot of ground to cover on the simplicity of what happened. What happened was you underestimated his best friend to the point where your real feelings clashed with your fake feelings and the concept of instigating something more made you experience symptoms of a heart attack.
Right. As if itâs easy.
So you settle for the safe response.
âNothingâŠhappened.â
âYeah,â he snorts. âTry and convince me next time.â
You rolls your eyes and dismiss his comment by taking a sip of your drink. The tequila feels stronger than before, now that you have the partial liquid courage to spill the truth.Â
To your knowledge, your friends donât know about your arrangement, or at least you don't think they know. Sometimes you and Rafe wouldnât be subtle with your lingering touches and glances at parties, sometimes disappearing together for about ten minutes and coming back as if nothing happened, sometimes your bickering banter would turn flirty with toothy grins and prolonged eye contact.Â
It wouldnât be the end of the world if they figured it out. But itâs not like itâs happening anymore.Â
âClearly something happened,â he sing-songs, taking a sip of his drink, almost instigating you. "You're sulking."
You're not falling for it. "Well, it already seems like you know."
He narrows his eyes. "I may know...some things." Then he adds quickly, "Why? What do you know?"
"Elliot."
"Bear. We can play this game all night."
You let out a sigh so gutturally deep that it elongates the silence between you.
Based on the faux quizzical brow and the slightly knowing gleam in his eye, Rafe must've told Elliot the bare minimum of the story, probably eager to hear your side of the coin and play his favorite role: therapist. This wouldn't be the first time you've lamented to him about your problems, and vice versa.
But this is different. This is his best friend. Rafe and Elliot. Elliot and Rafe. Conjoined at the hip since freshmen year when they were randomly assigned roommates. Under any circumstance, it feels wrong to essentially shit-talk that person's best friend, regardless if you need to get it off your chest or not.
You can't. Not right now.
So instead, you opt for a simple shake of your head, wordlessly pleading for him to drop it.
For a moment, Elliot secedes begrudgingly, but also with understanding. The two of you sit in your manual silence, quietly sipping your drinks and letting the attempt to story-tell sit idly in the air. Frankly, you'd love to get his input, but you already know what he'll say to you, what he'll suggest you do.
And right now, you're not sure you can stomach the thought of running back into Rafe's arms, not when you're absolutely sure he wants nothing to do with you anymore.
After a moment of silence, he bites. âHe told me about you two.â
Your heart skips.
Well, that confirms your earlier suspicions.
He continues quietly, more direct. âBefore you went on the trip. How youâd see each other sometimes.â
Sometimes doesnât even cut it. Thereâd be times you'd see each other everyday, other times you'd go a week or two with nothing. It felt like everything and nothing all at once.Â
You look down at your friend, unable to find words.Â
But Elliotâs always been chatty, always knows how to fill a silence. âI donât want to knowâŠeverything,â he grimaces at the insinuation. âBut I just want you two to be alright. Youâre both stubborn as fuck and your miscommunication tendencies drive me insane, but you guys will figure it out. Whatever it is.â
Your mouth reacts before your mind. âDoesnât matter what it was. I fucked it up.â
âI doubt that.â
âI do,â you say softly, dejected. âAll I do is push people away.â
Elliot shrugs. âWell, that might be true. But some people need a shove.â
You snort unattractively. âWhat? Like you and Sydney?â
The blush that rises to his face makes him nudge you with his knee, turning away as a sheepish grin rises on his lips.
âStop trying to change the subject. Iâm charging by the hour, so get it all out now.â
You find it in yourself to chuckle, âShut up.â
But it quickly simmers into silence, a raw ache settling in your throat at the verity of it all. There's nothing to fix, nothing to heal, minimal things to mend. Well, if anyone's good at a pep talk, it would be Elliot, and frankly the tequila feels hot in your chest, hot enough for you to talk about it only for a little bit.
Playing with the loose hem on your shirt, you avoid his awaiting eyes, heart heavy with the burden of the last few weeks. It feels like it hasn't been light in forever, hasn't been full or bright. Whenever it gets soft enough, flashes of events that happened under the Sicilian sun come to your mind at the simplest reminders: the color lilac, any mentions of red wine, whiffs of cologne that smell like his.
Sometimes when you see the same shade of blue as his eyes, it makes your heart skip.
You blink away the image of Rafe in your mind.
âIt wouldnât have worked between us anyway. Heâs already seeing new people and I canâtââ
âWoah,â Elliot sits up and looks up at you in disbelief. âWhereâd you hear that?â
You frown at his sudden seriousness. âUh, I heard him Monday night with a girl in his room. Not to mention he was letting this girl at the wedding cop a feelââ
âYou mean Yara?â
The name makes your heart sink.Â
Last weekâs mishap flashes in your mind, and the thought of Elliot knowing makes your skin crawl.
Rafe really told Elliot about her? About it all? The image of them together in the closet burns fresh in your memory, and you hate the way your skin feels like it's on fire at the reminder.
Not trusting your words, you nod, both confused and hurt.Â
But instead of confirming your worst fears and indulging the horrors of your conscience, Elliot simply scoffs with a chuckle and slaps a hand to his forehead, almost in disbelief and frustration at the same time, throwing his head back and staring at the ceiling.Â
âMy god, Bear,â he all but laughs in your face. âYouâre a fucking idiot.â
Your face runs hot. âExcuse me?â
âYou heard me."
Normally, you'd tell someone off if they blatantly called you an idiot, especially right to your face. But this is Elliotâ who rarely ever bullshits anything and always speaks from the truth of his heart, no matter how brutal it may be. You know that he knows something you don't.
When you don't respond, he snorts again. "Youâre an idiot. You really think heâs bumming around with other girls?â
The question makes your jaw slack.Â
âUh, yeah?â
Elliotâs mocking laugh only pisses you off further.Â
You slap his leg. âWhat the fuck are you laughing at?â
It takes him a moment to come down, for his voice to return back to normal, and he even has the audacity to wipe a tear away from the corner of his eye, taking a long, calculated sip from his beer to prolong your impatience.Â
A hand raises to slap him again and he quickly stops messing around. âElliot.â
Elliot shakes his head again in disbelief and lets out a long breath. âAlright, alright, easy.â
âTell me.â
âYouâre awfully bossy for someone who was literally sulking two minutes ago.â
You raise a hand to slap his leg again, and Elliot wheezes a laugh.
âI yield,â he jests. âI can confirm the Monday girl was Adriana, sheâs a good friend of mine. Sheâs in his photography class and was dropping off his prints he left in lecture by accident. I know because we talked about it literally yesterday. Apparently, sheâs in the same dorm as you guys.â
You reel. Photography class? Prints?Â
âA lesbian, by the way,â Elliot adds pointedly.Â
You hate how considerably lighter your shoulders feel, but mask the relief with a scowl. âWhatever. He still was shacking up with Yara.â
Elliot rolls his eyes so hard you can see the whites of his eyes as his lashes flutter from the intensity of it. âHe was looking for you.â
You freeze, but shake it off.Â
Her hand on his tie, eyes peering up to him. His hand ghosting over her bicep as if about to touch her. The mere centimeters between their bodies.
Swallowing the image, you frown with a flicker of irritation. âThey were in a closet together, so he wasnât doing a very good job.â
âNo, he wasnât,â he admits gently. âBut in his defense, she told him she knew where you were. Apparently he was desperate to follow.â
Your heart skips at the thought of Rafe running around trying to find you after rejecting his proposition. Perhaps if things went differently - as in, you didn't go into that bathroom and instead went somewhere where he could find you - you can't help but wonder what he would've said to you. If he would've apologized for alarming you, or telling you it was a prank, or whatever else he might've done.
But that's a fairytale. It isn't what happened.
"You didn't see them," you say quietly before you can take it back, hating how jealous it makes you seem. "They were-
âHe pulled away the moment he could think straight. Said it felt wrong.â
That makes your chest pull.Â
âWhat felt wrong?â You whisper brokenly.Â
Elliot shrugs, as if heâs not saying the most heartwrenching antidote. âShe wasnât you.â
I want you.
The words echo in your head, the same words that have been playing on repeat on the back burner of your mind, words that have plagued you because you thought them to be deceitful. They only make your chest ache at the reminder of what happened right after, hearing the words while seeing the image of the two of them together in that closet. The two separate images contradicted each other so heavily, only made the sting of it all worse.Â
Only you.
But now itâs different, hearing the side of his story from his closest friend makes all of the pain fade away.
Why would Rafe lie to his best friend?
âFor Rafe, itâs different with you,â Elliot says, quieter but firm. âBefore he told me you were fucking, he found ways to talk about you, like, all the time. Obviously it didnât take long for me to put two and two together, but I figured Iâd wait for him to tell me.â Then he grins up at you. âBelieve me when I say all the time. It was actually infuriating. He even found a way to bring you up during Fortnite, once.â
You manage a ragged laugh.Â
Because the anecdote nearly kills you.
You think back to all that time spent silently pining over him, waiting to express your blatant admiration for him until you were both under cotton sheets and able to indulge in vulnerability without any alarm bells ringing. You remember all of the parties you went to and spent a considerable amount of time stealing glances of him across the room, hoping your selfish looks werenât too obvious. You think about all that time you spent thinking heâd never feel the same about you, about anyone, ever.
âBut,â Elliot adds cautiously, more seriously, âwe both know how he feels about you. So all thatâs left is how you feel.â
Oh, how you want to punch him.
Leave it to Elliot to worm his way into the conversation to gradually get to the real juicy details. He does this: loosens you up, gets you laughing, then hits the million dollar question that, really, is unavoidable. Heâs good.Â
âI canât,â is all you say.Â
Obviously, Elliot doesnât allow that. âYou canât what?â
Thereâs a million answers to that question. âI canât be who he wants.â
âAnd what does he want?â
I want you.
You groan.Â
Only you.Â
Thereâs no way you can put that into words. âIâm not the kind of person people date, Elliot. I donât turn heads or make jaws drop. Iâm the person you fuck when youâre a little drunk and bored, thatâs all. I canât do more than that. That's all I know.â
âWell, I would argue not,â Elliot responds. âDating doesnât exist on this cookie-cutter template, which is what youâre making it out to seem like. Sure, chemistry in bed obviously helps, which you have, yuckââ
You roll your eyes.
ââbut it coexists in everything else.â He takes a sip of his drink, calculating his next words. âRafe told me you guys went on a date.â
Your cheeks flush at the memory, how nice it was, how easy the conversation felt despite dipping into personal territory, how handsome he looked in the moon and candle light, how perfect he was later in bed. It makes you flush.
You cover it with a cough.
âIt was for show. It was my birthday and he wanted to impress my nonna.â
âWas your nonna there too?â
Words die in your throat.Â
âWell, noââ
âSo?â Elliot looks like heâs seconds away from crashing out. âWhat gives? Youâve been on dates, you hang out all the timeââ
ââWith other peopleââ
âSure, but youâre still in the same room. You bicker like an old married couple and always have to play together in pong. You guys are friends... who like to fuck. Dating is all of that.â Elliot then smacks his lips. âWell, plus the exclusiveness. But everyone basically knows, anyway.â
You hate how easy he makes it sound, as if the days and weeks of doubt meant nothing.
Although as much as you want to keep arguing, keep defending your case, you're getting tired. Your heart fucking aches.
All you can think about when you go to bed nowadays is how much you miss being in his arms, miss his sweet praises and how his hands roam all over your body, practically owning it at this point. The singularity, the possessiveness, it makes you both ache and quiver, the feelings pushing and pulling like a phantom ache in your heart.Â
âNo one has ever wanted me like this.â Your voice wavers. âIt scares the shit out of me.â
Elliot frowns. âIf you felt nothing for him, it wouldnât scare you.â
You straighten your posture.Â
The urge to detach yourself from the situation is strong, but the compulsion to run to him is stronger now that you know the truth, the real truth, and can only hope that his offer still stands, can only hope that a meek apology will be enough for him to come out of his radio silent hole.Â
Elliot senses your brain clicking its gears into place, a suppressed smile failing to be subtle. "You getting it now?"
You look to him, brows furrowed and eyes glossed with worry. "How can he even forgive me? I-I- He was nothing but nice to me and I..."
Trailing off, your heart pounds as your mind races. The whole trip, Rafe was more than accommodating to fit the role you needed him to fill, even going above and beyond to make sure you had what you needed in times where you were rendered speechless. He bought you a plethora of beautiful things that he absolutely didn't need to do. He checked in on you when you shut down and tried to shield you from the horror that is your family.
I want you.
And you pushed him away. You told him that you didn't feel the same, that you could never feel the same, hoping that would be enough to deter him. But, no, he came back time and time again, and helped you when you needed it the most. He didn't need to. He didn't have to. But he did.
Only you.
"I'm sure if you just talk to him," he says slowly, as if he's on the verge of crashing out, "everything will make sense."
âIs he coming tonight?â You try really hard not to sound desperate, heart pounding.
But Elliot sees right through you, grinning and shaking his head. âHeâs in his room. I think heâs the only one on campus with an exam tomorrow morning.â
It doesnât matter. He could be in another state and frankly you think you'd still find a way to see him.Â
âGo.âÂ
Panic rises like bile in your throat. âBut what if he doesnâtââ
âHe does,â Elliot reassures gently. Then, he nods towards the door. âGo.â
That green light is more than convincing, rising to your feet on wobbly legs as you clumsily step over his body, barely hearing Elliotâs whoops behind you over the sound of your bass-thumping heart beat.
You have no plan. No onset motion of what youâre going to say to him besides an apology. No guarantee that he still feels the same way or would even want you anymore. No idea how the interaction will go.
But, for once, the excitement outweighs the fear. And for you, thatâs more than enough reason to listen to your gut, to go get him.
Without hesitation, a glance to your friends, or your jacket, you race out of his house and into the cold.
Ready to make it right.
© salem-s please do not copy or replicate work without permission. mdni.
notes next chapter is the last one LMFAO sorry for the blue balls.
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painful reminders || jwy
synopsis: in which your boyfriend undergoes a cramp simulator
cw: fluff, crack, established relationship, intended as a nonidol!au but can be read otherwise, periods, one mention of vomiting, brief mentioned of a period from hell, absolute theatrics, reader calls wooyoung youngie, one jagi used i think?, fem!reader, boyfriend!wooyoung
words: 2641
edited but nobodyâs perfect ~.~
an: this is absolutely ridiculous. i cannot stress this enough.
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but i have no regrets. had sm fun writing it. okay letâs continue ^âą^
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Having to deal with period cramps is arguably one of the top five most painful experiences one has to go through every month or so. Youâre sure many agree. And for you, most times on the first and last day, they would absolutely wreak havoc, as if your uterus was out for vengeance.
There would be nothing more you could bring yourself to do than to curl up in a tight ball with a heating pad on your lower abdomen, the strongest painkillers you could find in your system and a whole lot of hoping and crying that it would end soon. And that was when they were being courteous.
It was an awful time, truly despicable and without mercy in every way and you dreaded each time your period drew closer and closer. Which is why you donât understand why your boyfriend, Wooyoung, would ever want to experience something akin to that.
âWhat?â
You stared at your boyfriend dumbfounded as he held out the unthinkable machine to you. âItâs a period simulator. I ordered it online. Thereâs so many of them so it was a little confusing choosing the best one but a lot of people say this oneâs the closest to the real thing.â
You blinked. Then again, mouth slightly agape as you continued to look at him with a mix of disbelief and horror.
You shook your head as if to clear your already existing thoughts to make room for better processing of the words that had come out of his mouth.
âSo, let me get this straight,â you started slowly.
âYou want meââ you made a point to gesture to yourself for further emphasisââto put these patches on youââ you pointed at himââso that they can simulate period cramps?â
Wooyoung nodded as if you had asked him any other mundane question that required his active response.
âYes.â
You paused, processing his answer but it still refusing to register in your brain.
âYou want to feel how period cramps feel?â
âYes,â he simply answered again.
You still couldnât believe what youâd heard was true, trying to convince yourself it had to be some sort of fever dream.
Once I wake up, I have to remember to drink my vitamin C, you thought because that was the only explanation you could think of.
âWillingly?â
âYes,â he said.
Too calmly.
Too honestly.
He had no sense of apprehension to him, no sense of doubt. He was sure, so sure it bewildered you. What on earth could have possibly possessed him?
You pictured him sitting in front of his laptop and searching for the contraption in the first place, typing in the letters to form the words period pain simulator, and reading through every review for each product meticulously. How many of these products or reviews there were in the first place, you didnât know.
Did you even want to know?
âWhy?â Your question came out a lot more exasperated than you had intended. You didnât mean for it to happen, you were simply too puzzled to fully comprehend the situation at hand.
He smiled at you sheepishly, his smile managing to dazzle you for a bit, only adding on to your current bewilderment.
âWell, I see how much they affect you and Iâve heard stories of how awful they can feel and Iâve always been a bit more curious. Itâs my way of trying to understand you better.â
Your heart swelled but that still didnât change the fact this was an odd, albeit slightly amusing now, request. You simpered, nearly giving in but still willing to talk him out of him. âYoungie, you donât have to do this to understand me better. What you do already is more than enough.â
Wooyoung simply shrugged, clearly determined to go through with his plan no matter what youâd say to him.
âYouâve told me youâve experienced them while doing normal things. I just want to know how bad it could get.â You sighed, admitting defeat.
âOkay. If you insist. But remember, this was your idea,â you responded a little reluctantly. You eyed him with hesitation drawn on your face from the encouraging words he gave you as he handed you the machine and you examined it.
It was similar to the blood pressure monitors youâve seen before but instead of one sleeve, it had for small patches you had to paste onto your lower abdomen.
You read the instructions carefully before proceeding to paste them onto yours first.
âIâll put them on first so I can give you an accurate-ish experience of mine.â
You were doubtful this would even come close to the real thing but anything to humour your boyfriend who was enthusiastically encouraging you to proceed, still no qualms about his own future experience with the machine on show.
You eyed him strangely before looking at the screen. There was a giant 0 in the middle that would go all the way up to ten and another graphic of a bar beside it to better illustrate the intensity level. You pressed start, bracing yourself to experience these godforsaken cramps when you werenât even close to your time of the month.
You wondered if you could even accurately remember them because as soon as you were finished with your period, it was as if you had no recollection of the torment you had gone through.
But when the intensity was on level one and you felt that slight tug in your abdomen, you knew you would have no problem remembering.
The first two stages were not so intense, as expected and you told him so. âThis is usually just before my period starts or the day before, warning be that it could start any day now. So not too bad. I think youâll be fine.â
He nodded fervently. You couldnât tell anymore whether it was from excitement or nerves.
The machine automatically cranked itself up to three and the pain slightly intensified but still bearable. This was reminiscent of the pain youâd experience on the day you were meant to start. Still nothing bad.
By four, you could clearly feel them and were shocked at how accurate they actually were. âItâs not too bad but this is around the time where I should start making sure I have the equipment Iâll need because it only gets worse from here.â
You couldâve sworn you saw him gulp and his expression was now a lot tamer, as if it was finally dawning on him what he would have to go through.
âRemember, you donât have to do this,â you reminded him as the pain heightened to six. It was nothing you couldnât really handle but around the time where you have to make sure your heating bad is prepared and youâve already taken a painkiller.
He paled when you tell him this but still persisted.
Seven, you told him, was when youâre waiting for the painkiller to kick in but itâs unbearable now and eight is when itâs on your worst days; where your hunched over from the pain, gripping fiercely at whatever was in reach and tears threatening to run down your cheeks. Youâve only ever experienced a nine twice in your lifeâwhere you felt so much pain you vomited on both occasions but you wouldnât let it get that far.
Even you had your limits.
You only had to sit down at eight but was still going strong enough to narrate your experience for him. âEight is usually the limit. Itâs around there where I have to lie down or sit down and wait for it to subside but after Iâve taken my painkillers it lasts around fifteen to twenty minutes so itâs not that bad.â
Wooyoung had grown silent by this time but he seemed a bit encouraged by your vocalisations for each round.
It didnât stop you from worrying for him.
He helped you put on the patches on himself in the correct spots and stood comically rigid, his back as straight as a ruler and fists clenched on either side.
You snorted.
âWe really donât have to do this. Itâs good enough you help me through my time but you donât have to actually feel what I feel.â
âNo, no, no,â het lets out quickly, shaking his hands in protest and trying his best to steel his nerves.
âI can do it. Iâll be okay.â
You sighed before preparing yourself, and him, to press start.
âYou ready?â He didnât respond with words anymore, simply aggressively nods and clenches his jaw.
You pressed the button and at the sound of the click, he screamed.
You immediately stopped and attended to him, concerned. âAre you okay? Did it hurt already?â
If that was the case, you werenât even sure youâd make it past three.
Wooyoung sheepishly laughed and dismissed his reaction. âIâm sorry, I panicked. Iâm sorry. No, continue. Iâm ready now.â
You proceeded to press the button a little more suspiciously and cautiously than the first one, your worry only growing.
You saw on the screen the intensity was at level one and the only thing heâd done so far was slightly jolt from the pain. He assured you he was okay and that you should continue.
It steadily jumped from two until three. Wooyoung released an unrestrained curse that startled you but you couldnât help your giggle. âAre you okay?â
Words had evaded him as he clutched on his lower half but gave you a thumbs up to show he was still fine.
By the time it reached four, more than you what you thought he would handle, his whole face had surprisingly turned a bright red and you could see small sweat beads forming on his forehead. Wooyoung had his eyes clothes tights and he had the same expression like when he was lighting heavy weights.
âJagi, you have to breathe, okay? You have to breathe or youâll pass out.â
Your concern was mixed with amusement and as much as you wanted to switch it off, you couldnât help but find a little bit of sadistic humour at his reaction.
At number five, he let out such a yelp it took you by surprise and you almost dropped the machine but found your bearings soon enough.
His screaming wouldnât stop now.
You tried to speak to him over the noise but you highly doubted he could hear you but you had to still try.
But before you could speak, Wooyoung fell onto all fours and cursed louder than before. âShould I stop?â You asked him, a bit startled as he crawled on the floor in what was obviously excruciating pain for him.
He shook his head once more (although not as convincing as the other times) but was now full on sweating.
By seven, the most peculiar thing happened: he began to undress.
âHotâŠhotâŠâ was all he could manage out as he took off the black t-shirt heâd worn which, if it were a different colour, you were sure would most likely be drenched in sweat.
You knew then that you had to make a quick executive decision and you switched the machine off.
His ragged breathing filled the air, as if he had run a marathon and he looked over at you with a dazed look.
âWhyâd youâŠwhyâd you stop?â he croaked. âBecause you wouldâve died and how would I explain to your mom you died from period cramps?â
His haggard breathing continued as he stood up. âI was fine. I could still go on.â
He fanned himself and you scoffed.
âNo, you couldnât,â you said and gave him a sympathetic grin.
Once heâd regained his breath, he looked over to you with a newfound admiration in his eyes. âYou stood there and spoke to me throughout that entire thing when it was your turn.â
You nodded.
âIâve seen you do your chores after youâve told me you had cramps.â
You nodded again. âI mean, they have to get done eventually right?â
He shook his head, still in utter disbelief. âYou spoke to me. Youâve walked around, done your chores and have gone to workâŠwhile that was happening to your body?â His voice was tinged with incredulity and respect. You gave him another amused smile and nodded.
âYes, Youngie. That happens while I carry on with my day. It only really gets immobilising around level eiââ
Before you could finish, he pulled you into a tight hug. You giggled into his arms before putting your own around him.
âI love you. I donât know how you do it but Iâm so proud of you.â
âFor cramps?â You looked up at him with scrunched eyebrows.
âFor enduring. But I promise you as long as Iâm here, even when Iâm not, Iâll find a way to make the whole experience a lot more bearable for you. No one deserves to go through that.â He suddenly poured, as if deep in thought. âI wish there was a way I could help everyone,â he mumbled under his breath.
You rolled your eyes at his theatrics but said nothing more.
As if suddenly struck with another realisation, he brightened.
âMy mom! My momâs probably gone through that too! I have to go call my mom and apologise to her!â
Before you could even ask him what exactly it was he was apologising for, Wooyoung had already gone in search of his phone.
You carefully repackaged the machine into the box it came in and prepared to store it when you overheard his conversation with his mom on the phone.
"...And I promise I'll continue to be an even better son that you deserve, mom. I'm sorry for the headaches I've given you. The pain you've already been through is enough, I shouldn't have added on. I love you, mom."
You stifled your giggles as you placed the box in a safe location, hopefully far from Wooyoung's reach again.
When you returned to where he was, he looked dejected. You raised your eyebrows and sat next to him, ruffling his hair. Usually he'd shoo your hand away with more vigor but he only did so weakly this time.
"What's wrong?"
He turned to you with a pout. "My mom. she hung up on me. She asked what I was going on about and then I told her and even told her I loved her but she hung up on me."
You covered your snort with a sudden cough before cooing at him and bringing in him for a hug, hopefully hiding your expression.
"You have to understand it's not everyday you hear your son tell you he willingly experienced something most women hate going through." Wooyoung sighed but cuddled into you more. Just then, his phone pinged and he picked it up, reading the message he'd received and then smiled.
"It's my mom. She says she loves me too and that I should take care of myself and you."
He pocketed his phone and pulled you closer to him again, his mood much lighter than previously, even if you knew he wasnât all too displeased about his momâs earlier reaction.
âI promise you and her that youâll never have to worry about me again. Especially on your period. Or worry about your period, actually. I still canât believe that happens every month. Every month?â
You chuckled but nodded your head as your boyfriend went on about the unfairness of it all and how heâll do anything in his power to make sure yours go by smoothly from now on.
And he did.
He insisted on being included on your period tracker and now every time your first or last day near, you always have some painkillers, chocolate and a heating pad waiting nearby and a helpful boyfriend whoâs ever so eager to give you any type of message you might like.
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an: iâm gonna try to be consistent with at least one post per month again but iâm back in school rn and the workload is ungodly but iâll try my best!! anyways i know this might be completely ridiculous but iâve always wanted to do this prompt with someone and wooyoung seemed perfect for it lol iâll write something better and more serious for him one of these good days i promise!! okay enough of me rambling bye for now <3
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