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#also i like the part where i got an answer wrong where i was supposed to listen and write the italian i hear
scarlethexelove · 2 months
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I’d love to see a Wanda x Reader fic where Wanda is practicing a new duplication spell, and she asks reader to help spot any differences between her and her new “clone”. The game turns flirty and then cue a Wanda/Reader/Wanda threeway :)
Seeing Double
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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Word Count: 3569
Warnings: Smut, Spell gone wrong (Or oh so right), Strap-on (R receiving), Oral on Strap-on (Wanda receiving), light bondage (Only a split second), Enchanted Straps, Cum filled Straps, Dom!Wanda, Sub!Reader, Two Wanda's, Anal, Double Penetration, Plugs, Anal fingering, Mommy Kink, Mistress Kink, Slight selfcest (Just making out), Squirting, A bit of Cock warming
A/n: I was so excited to write this. Hopefully it doesn't get too confusing with the double Wanda's. I tried my best to tell who was who when doing anything. Thank you for the request and I really hope you like it.
NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN
“Wands?” You call out as you open the door to the study. Wanda likes to use it to practice her magic. You would normally never disturb her while doing so, but she has been in there awhile and you just wanted to make sure she was ok and to bring her something to eat and drink. She warns you that it is dangerous and she would never want to hurt you. So you normally stay away like she said but your nerves got the best of you so you made your way inside. 
The tray clatters to the ground. The cup of tea shattering on impact. Your stunned, mouth hanging agape. There in front of you is your girlfriend and also your girlfriend. You rub your eyes thinking something is wrong with you but when you blink there are still two Wanda’s standing in front of you. “I- What? Why are there two of you?” You stammer out. 
Both Wanda’s stare at you in a bit of shock. They never expect you to come in here and to see this. It’s like watching a mirror as both of them gain their composure at the same exact time. Their expressions are the same as they soften, seeing you and the fact that you had dropped what seems to be food and water for them, albeit there is only supposed to be one of them. 
“Detka a spell didn’t go quite as planned.” One of them speaks. “I didn’t mean to copy myself; it was an unexpected result of a spell.” The other one finishes. Which causes a different confusion now. “Which one of you is the real Wanda?” You question looking between them. They share a look that you don’t quite understand until the first one speaks. “Well we both are real Milaya. But since you're here now why don’t you try and figure out which one of us cast the spell.” The second one purrs in your ear with the last part. Both of them circling you like prey. You gulp both women making you squirm with their intense gaze. It doesn’t take much for your girlfriend to make you squirm like this but now that there are two of them it’s even easier. You nod your head at their words when you grow confident enough to look up into their eyes. 
The first thing you try doing is asking questions to both of them, but both of them answer all the questions correctly. You're getting frustrated with asking questions to the women. You feel as if you're a bad girlfriend for not being able to tell but the one is pretty much a carbon copy of your girlfriend. So you moved to a different tactic but you’re not so sure if it was the worst idea or the best idea you have ever had in your life. Both women are standing in front of you naked. You wanted to see if there were any differences such as marks or scars but both of them were the same. But now your mind is wondering.
You let out a noise of frustration and upset, almost sounding like a whine as you stand behind one of them. You haven’t noticed the swirl of red in their eyes as they have followed you. You're taken by surprise when the Wanda in front of you whirls around and grabs your waist tightly. You let out a gasp looking up at her. “Mommy.” You whimper. There is a proud smirk on her face. “Good girl.” She purrs, you can feel a gush of arousal at the praise. “But that pretty little head of yours has been very loud and very naughty. We have been listening to you for a while now. Do you want to be our pretty little slut? For Mommy and her duplicate to use you.” Her eyes darken as your eyes grow with surprise and need. You let out a whimper as you nod. 
Another body presses against you from behind. You can feel her hardened nipples in your back as her lips meet your neck sucking harsh red and purple marks on your skin. “You're such a dirty girl. Wanting to be used by us.” The second one mumbles nipping at your skin. “Fuck Wanda you should have made two of us a long time ago if it was going to turn her on this much.” She lets out a hum continuing to attack your neck leaving marks behind. Another whine escaping your lips as your head drops back onto her shoulder giving her more access. 
But as quickly as they started they both pulled away from you. “Whyyyy?” You whine, your mind already feeling fuzzy and needy for both the women from their touches. “Patience detka. I want you to go and sit on the couch.” Your Wanda demands. You obediently and quickly head over to the couch sitting down. “How about to keep things simple you can call me Mistress.” The other Wanda states. You nod. “Yes Mistress.” They both smile at how obedient you’re being. “Such a good girl we have. So pretty and obedient.” The second Wanda says. With a wave of her hand you feel the cold air on your skin. Your nipples are pebbling at the cool air now surrounding your body. 
“Mommy? Mistress?” You want them so badly to touch you already. “Patience. Do you want a punishment?” Your Wanda speaks. “No Mommy.” You shake your head and look down. You don’t hear anything for a second so you look back up and that is when you see it. The other Wanda gripping your Wanda’s hips kissing her harshly. The two are making out holding onto one another which is turning you on even more. Wanting nothing more than to be touched by them but you don’t want a punishment so you swallow the whimper threatening to escape. Your body squirms as your thighs become coated in your arousal. You're rubbing your legs together in any hopes of relief. But that is ripped away from you quickly. Red tendrils wrap around your ankles forcing them apart. Biting your tongue not to make a noise. You catch both women's eyes glancing over at you as they continue their actions. 
You're fighting everything inside of you that tells you to plead and beg for them to touch you. Your squirm in your seat as your arousal begins to soak the cushion under you. A small whimper that you weren’t able to hold back escapes your lips. Both women pull away and their eyes land on you. You quickly look down not wanting to meet their gaze. “I-I’m sorry.” You stutter out. 
A finger hooks under your chin. You hadn’t even noticed that they had crossed the room joining you both standing looking down upon you. Gently she pulls you to look up at her. The green in her eyes is barely visible as the blacks of her eyes overtake them with desire. “Tell Mommy what you want detka.” Her voice low, sending another wave of arousal. You try so desperately to close your legs forgetting the binds keeping them apart. “Want Mommy and Mistress to touch me.” Your voice barely above a whisper as both women chuckle. “I am touching you Milaya” You let out a  whine before a rush of words. “Please Mommy want you to fuck me. Want you and Mistress to fuck me till I can’t walk. Use me however you please. Just please fuck me.” 
Your Wanda is leaning down, lips hovering just out of reach. “I love it when you beg.” Her lips crash into yours, as your hands move to her waist gripping onto her. She asserts her dominance quickly as you open your mouth to let her in. Her tongue is searching for yours. You can feel Wanda’s need in the hungry way that she is kissing you. Still gripping your chin, keeping you exactly how she wants you. 
You're so caught up in the kiss you don’t even notice the magic swirling around until you feel a weight on your thigh and one that has slapped against your arm. You pull back quickly panting as you look down slightly. There around your Wanda’s hips is a red large strap with ample girth. A gasp leaving your lips at the sheer size of it. You quickly look beside you and see the other Wanda sitting there. You hadn’t noticed her even sitting at all. She is adorning an identical strap to your Wanda. 
In your shocked state the other Wanda’s hand snakes between your thighs swiping through your wet folds. “Fuck you’re so wet Kotenok.” She groans. “M-Mistress.” You whimper. Your Wanda sits down next to you and turns your face back to her and attacks your lips. The other Wanda plunges two of her fingers into your heat. Your moaning in your Wanda’s mouth as the other fucks her fingers into you. Your Wanda’s hands moving to your breast pinching and twisting your hardened peaks. Swallowing all the noises that escape your pretty little mouth. 
It doesn’t take long to have you on edge. Your walls clenching desperately around the other Wanda’s fingers, your hands gripping anywhere on your Wanda that you can, digging your nails in harshly to her skin. It all stops on a dime. Both women pull away from you causing you to let out another whine in frustration. Your wall quivering asking for their release. 
“Hands and knees Kotenok.” The other Wanda says. They both move to give you room as you scramble to get on your hands and knees. Your Wanda is positioned in front of you sitting up on her knees, the strap mer inches from your lips. The other Wanda is behind you and you can already feel her shuffling closer to you. She swipes the tip through your folds causing you both to moan. As your mouth opens to moan you Wanda shoving her cock into your throat causing her to let out a moan. You know now that both straps are enchanted and can feel everything. You can’t help but let out a moan at that which causes your Wanda to moan again. Feeling the vibrations from your throat on her cock.
“Mommy is going to use your throat while Mistress takes you from behind. You like that little whore?” You do your best to nod with her strap bobbing in and out of your mouth. “Fuck! This pussy is always so good.” The second Wanda says sinking further into you the stretch is slightly painful but oh so delicious. “Maybe Mistress will use this other pretty little hole back here.” Her hands spread your cheeks admiring as you clench. You try to speak but all that can be heard is gurgles as Wanda slowly fucks your mouth. The women don’t need to hear what you say and they don’t even need to read your mind, all they have to do is read your body's reactions. “By the way you're clenching I’m betting you want me to use this tight hole.” A finger presses against your ass and all you can do is whimper and press back.
“If I had known all it would take for me to be able to take that little ass of yours was to have two of me I would have done this a long time ago. I’ve been dying to sink my strap deep in your ass detka.” You look up at your Wanda tears in your eyes as she smiles down at you. But you’re caught off guard when she thrusts hard into your throat causing you to gag and for the tears to start spilling down your cheeks. Her hand cups your face as she wipes the tears. “So pretty when you cry for me. Such a good girl taking my strap down your throat.” She punctuates each word with a thrust of her hips. This sends your body back onto the other Wanda’s cock. Her lubed finger slipped into your ass, you don’t even remember her getting any lube but then you realize that she has magic just the same. Already feeling so full with just one finger you don’t know how you will take any more. 
The women start on a brutal pace of fucking your throat and pussy. As the other Wanda fucks into your pussy it pushes your further onto your Wanda’s strap causing you to gag. As she thrusts forward it sends you back further on the other strap while the other Wanda is still slowly fingering your ass. All that can be hard in the room is the sounds of moans, your gaging, and the wet sounds of your pussy. 
The finger in your ass is removed before feeling a cold metal pressing against your tight ring. The coldness makes your jumps slightly but neither of them seem to care as the other Wanda starts to press a metal plug into your ass. You let out a whine as it presses in stretching further than you have ever gone. The women taking pity on you and slowing down to take their time. The other Wanda uses her other hand to gently caress your hips. “Shhh it will feel so good when it’s all in.” She tells you as she slowly works it in. Your Wanda pulls back to give you a chance to breathe as it sinks in. You let out a groan when you feel it pop into place the slight fullness, a new and exciting feeling. 
“You like that detka?” Your Wanda asks you. You look up at her and see a gentle smile on her face still having concern for your pleasure. “Y-Yes Mommy.” You give her a small smile back. Once they both know that you are ok they quickly flip the switch back. Your Wanda shoving you so far down on her cock making you gag as your nose pressed against her stomach. The other Wanda pressing on the plug as she jackhammers her hips into you. Your Wanda holds you there as you keep getting presses further into her. Their moans bouncing off the walls of the room. Tears are steadily streaming down your face as they fuck into you roughly. 
Right now they are chasing their own pleasure you can feel their hips stuttering as they both fuck into you. The other Wanda has a harsh grip on your hips as she thrust hard and deep each time. Your Wanda has pulled you back slightly so she can fuck your throat enjoying as she watches the tears roll down your cheeks. Their moans turn you on, causing your thoughts to only be of giving them pleasure. Your walls are clenching tightly around the other Wanda signaling that you are all close to your impending orgasms. If it was even possible they seemed to have picked up their pace. The other Wanda hits your spongy wall perfectly with each thrust. You want to tell them you are close but they already know. 
“Fuck. Cum with us Kotenok.” The other Wanda moans. “Got a nice surprise for you detka.” You Wanda adds. Her hips jerked as you felt a warm sticky liquid sliding down your throat. You moan around her doing your best to swallow. The other Wanda’s load fills your pussy as your walls clamp hard around her as you cum with her. Your cum coating her cock as she continues to thrust, riding you both through your highs. Your Wanda is still lightly thrusting, filling your throat with her white sticky substance. As all of you come down your Wanda pulls out of your mouth and gently kisses your lips. The other Wanda staying buried inside of you. “So good.” You mumble causing both women to smile. “You didn’t think we were done with you yet, did you detka?” Your Wanda says as the other pulls back and thrust hard into you again. 
You have lost count of how many orgasms you have had now. They weren’t kidding about making sure you can’t walk. They have had you in all different positions as they fuck and fill you. Your body is weak and exhausted as you're now hovering over the other Wanda's cock. She is tugging on the plug as she removes it from your ass causing you to whimper. “One more detka. Hmm be a good girl for Mommy and Mistress.” Your Wanda smiles in front of you. Your brain is too fuzzy to fight it so you nod. “Okay Mommy.”
The other Wanda is laying back on the couch as they both help guide you onto her strap. She presses it against your ass as you start to sink down. Your eyes widened, your brain hadn’t put together that this is what they were going to do. “Mommy.” You whimper. “Shhh detka you can take. Be a good girl like we said.” She kisses you to distract you. Your body is being guided down on the strap as it slowly fills your ass up. Wanda swallows your sounds the further you sink down. She pulls away when you're fully seated on the other Wanda’s lap. “Fuck so fucking tight.” The other Wanda moans grinding into your ass which causes you to moan. 
Your Wanda moves and positions herself in front of you. The other Wanda leaning you back presenting your leaky abused cunt to your Wanda. She groans as the cum leaks from you but as much as she wants to taste you it will have to wait for another time. She positions her cock at your entrance slamming her cock into you in one swift motion. “Ahhhh fuck Mommy.” You cry out. The other Wanda is kissing and whispering praises in your ear as you adjust to fullness. They both wait for you to adjust before they start. Your Wanda circling your clit lightly to help your body relax more. 
Once they have given you time and they notice your hips grinding they start to slowly thrust into you. Your Wanda keeps her fingers on your clit as their paces pick up. They are now both pounding into you hard. With each thrust of their hips and filling you perfectly to the brim has you gasping for air. You're so full and the pleasure is becoming overwhelming as they stretch you to your max. They have both turned to praising you as they continue to fuck and fill you. Giving you gentle kisses all over your body helps to keep you grounded. “S-so full.” You’re able to mumble out. The women picked up their paces if that was even possible. 
You're all so sensitive already that it doesn’t take long for your orgasms to build. You're already teetering on the edge as your Wanda starts to pinch your engorged bundle of nerves. All of your moans are bouncing off the walls. Your whole body is shaking with pleasure as more tears run down your face. All that can come out of your mouth is incoherent words along with moans. “Fuck I’m going to cum.” The other Wanda says under you. You nod along as they continue to use your body. “Cum then.” Your Wanda moans above both of you. 
White hot sticky liquid fills both your holes as both Wanda’s cum hard. Your walls are able to clench around both of them as you cum harder than you ever have before. Squirting all over your Wanda’s lower abdomen while some gushes down onto the other Wanda below you. You see stars as your eyes roll back into your head. Your body goes rigid before relaxing completely between the women. They slowly fuck you through all of your orgasms before coming to a hault. 
You're so thankful that Wanda had bought the larger couch as they both rotate you on your side staying inside of you. You nuzzle into your Wanda’s neck exhaustion taking over your body. They want to give your body a chance to recover a little before pulling out completely so they both stay inside you not wanting to hurt you. They both are whispering praises into your ear gently kissing you and making sure you know that they love you and you did so good in such a vulnerable state that you are in. 
“You did so good for us, Milaya.” Your Wanda kisses your head. “Such a good girl” The other Wanda says, kissing your shoulder. Your eyes close as your body starts to get heavy between them. You want to ask questions like how long does the spell last and could it ever happen again? But your too exhausted and your throat is pretty raw from the throat fucking and all the moaning so you opt to ask later. Right now you will enjoy the comfort from the two women. They know they need to clean you up but they can see you need time to recover a bit before they can move you. So they give you some time to rest. Taking some time to admire all the marks that they left behind on your skin.
This isn’t what you expected today to come to when you stepped into that room but you are so glad that you did. Both Wanda’s thinking the same thing as they hold you closer to them. This was the best spell gone wrong that has ever happened and both of them communicating that it will happen again. 
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jvngkoos · 11 months
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⤷ the cost of jealousy — jjk (m)
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pairing: possessive bf!jungkook x fem!reader
rating: explicit, not safe for minors
synopsis: seeing you flirting around at an event dedicated to him made jungkook's blood boil, so much that he ended up dragging you to the nearest restroom and remind you who you belonged to there
word count: 3.7k
warnings: very detailed explanation, hard dom!jungkook, he's extremely possessive and jealous also a tease, rough themes, creamp*e, petnames, unprotected s*x, spank*ng , chok*ng, bit*ng, jungkook has a daddy k*nk (sorry if thats cringy), overst*mulation, public s*x, this is basically pure p*rn, some words are censored, let me know if there's more
note: there's no stroyline continuation but this is a part two of the fic jealous, hope you enjoy!
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Jungkook regretted everything right now, bringing you with him was a mistake, he really should’ve known better. 
You were currently at the private party that was thrown to celebrate the success of Jungkook’s collaboration campaign with Calvin Klein, but despite him being the main event of the night, you were showing interest in everybody except for him. 
Yeah he got it, you were friendly and outgoing by nature but come on now, let’s be serious, he knew you too well to not notice your ulterior motives. 
You were trying to get him jealous, that was all this was about. 
Because with all due respect, he really loved Son Heungmin too but, he couldn’t be that funny now though could he? 
Jungkook was probably — no no, definitely funnier but why the hell were you throwing yourself upon him as you laughed at every random word that came out of his mouth? 
Like honestly, Jungkook was right there, right freaking next to you and he was getting pissed, really really pissed. 
You wearing that mini dress despite his will was one thing and now you were acting like this? You were overstepping, teasing his limits which clearly showed that you were asking to be put in place and luckily, he knew just what to do to put you back in line.
Clearing his throat, “Can you excuse us for a second?” Jungkook kindly asked towards the sportsman you were busy flirting with, placing his empty champagne glass on the table as he grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you away from the crowd that surrounded you. 
“Is there something wrong?” You asked as you tried to catch up with his fierce steps, furrowing your brows as you followed him towards the aisle where the restrooms were.
“Jungkook?” 
Ignoring your repetitive questions, Jungkook briefly checked your surroundings before getting inside the men’s room, pulling you inside along with himself, pushing you against the door as he locked it behind the two of you. 
Oh thank god, he thought, there seemed to be no one around which meant that you could finally have some privacy, since he really needed it for the things that he was planning on doing to you. 
Noticing the change of his gaze, “Jungkook, what are you doing?” you questioned once again, stiffing up against the door as he left almost no gap between your bodies. 
“What am I doing?” he repeated after you, poking his cheek with his tongue as he reached down to his pants, hands skillfully unbuckling his belt. “Funny, I’ve been meaning to ask you the same y/n.” 
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You gulped down, knowing the answer to your question very well as you watched him inhale a deep breath while taking his belt out, it was all a part of your plan after all. 
Your plan of getting him infuriatingly jealous. 
Jungkook was the most jealous boyfriend on the face of earth yet despite knowing that, you had the nerves to flirt with guys around him all night, at an event that was dedicated to him so yeah, without a doubt you knew what he meant to say. 
But he had it coming, he deserved to be teased, so regardless of what was about to happen, you regretted nothing. 
“Is Heungmin really that funny?” He blurted out, folding his belt in two, hitting the sink marble right next to where you were standing with it, “hm, y/n?” 
Okay after a second thought, maybe, just maybe you might have overstepped with the whole getting him jealous plan. And maybe, you have started to regret it a little, just a little though. 
“Jungkook—”
“Why were you throwing yourself on him all night, huh?” He gritted his teeth, eyes turning darker and darker with every word, “You thought I wouldn’t notice?” 
“I wasn’t—”
Uh oh, he was angry— angrier than you imagined him to be, this was bad. 
“Don’t lie to me!” He raised his voice, tattooed hand coming up to squeeze your throat as he pressed you against the door, sandwiching you there by using his strength, “Was he the reason why you insisted on wearing this dress too?” He hissed, veins on his neck popping out as he spoke, “You wanted to show some skin for him, is that it?” 
“N-no—” you gasped, grabbing on his forearm as he choked you, “I p-picked this f-for you.” 
Over your answer, Jungkook let go of your neck, noticing your struggle to breathe. It wasn’t his intention to go hard on you, he didn’t like doing that but as you can guess, he couldn’t exactly control himself very well when his blood was literally boiling inside.   
He wanted— no, he needed to rip your dress off and fuck you out in the open until you lost your voice yet since he couldn’t do that for the sake of his job, he had another brilliant idea to punish you with. 
“Liar, you’re such a bad liar.” He whispered, unfolding his belt as he brought it to your lips, “Bite,” He ordered, voice husky as he spoke, “and stop talking, I don’t wanna hear another word coming out of your lying, dirty mouth.” 
You did as you were told and followed his command, legs shaking as you felt no different than an ant before him. He looked so serious with every word he said, even the tone of his voice had you weak on the knees. 
Taking out his jacket, Jungkook tossed it over one of the cabinet doors, carefully folding his sleeves as he eyed you up and down. Sigh, that dress you were wearing, it was gonna be the death of him. 
It was a long dress but unfortunately, had a very deep slit that he didn’t like, which almost reached up to your pubis and caused a lot of  your skin to be displayed for eyes besides his own. That was wrong, he should’ve been the only one who’s allowed to see thus far, didn’t you know that?
Since it seemed like you forgot, guess he had to give you a punishment for that now, to remind you of his rights and wrongs as your boyfriend, and as the guy who owned you. 
You were his, only his, but how could you be so blunt with your actions? He thought you knew better than this, tch tch, he was disappointed in you, you really needed to be taught a lesson. 
Reaching his hand to that said slit, Jungkook lifted your skirt up, humming as he brushed his fingers over your clothed core. “You’re wet.” He stated, playing with the fabric of your underwear, “I bet you were waiting for this moment all night long, didn’t you?” 
Yes, hell yes you were, he wasn’t wrong, not in the slightest bit. 
It was your main purpose of the night to get him so angry, so jealous that he would lose his mind and from what you saw, it worked out hella well. 
“You were doing everything you can to piss me off,” he muttered, pushing your panties aside, “so that I would fuck the shit out of you, right y/n?” he asked, two fingers playing with your slickness as he slid them back and forth on your folds. 
As you remained silent biting on his leather belt, he pushed his fingers through your wetness, pumping them inside a few times before pulling out, observing the coat of mucus around his digits intensely. 
He was impressed to say the least because, how could you act so normal while having a literal waterfall running down there? 
You were so wet that it was dripping from his fingers, to which he reacted with a smug smirk as he opened his mouth and leaned down to lick it off from his hands and wrist. 
“So wet and for who?” Jungkook asked, eyebrows raising cockily, “for Heungmin?” 
You shook your head, begging at him with your eyes as he sucked on his gorgeous fingers, eyes glowing like a hunter’s. You were his prey for tonight and to your luck, Jungkook was the type to play with his food so, surely a very long night was ahead of you. 
“Who then?” He questioned, removing his belt from your mouth for a brief second, only to let you whisper out his name desperately. 
“For you Jungkook,” you whined, trying to reach his lips, “you only, I swear.” 
And finally, he was smiling, a satisfied “good girl” rolling off from his tongue as he praised you. He liked all sides of you, true, but if he had to pick a favorite, he’d choose desperate y/n over anything with his eyes closed. 
Content with the response he got, Jungkook grabbed your jaw and pulled you in for a kiss, allowing you to taste yourself from his lips. He wasn’t gentle as he devoured the cave of your mouth, hitting the outside of your thighs with the belt he had in his grasp. 
Soon after, you found yourself gasping into the kiss as he trailed his hand down to your neck, pressing on the sides to turn you into a complete mess. You could feel the outline of his belt in between your thighs as he brushed it over your half clothed core, smacking it softly against your sensitive flesh. 
“If you picked this dress for me,” he whispered, breaking the kiss as he turned you around and pushed you against the sink instead, “then I guess I can make some adjustments on it,” he said, raising an eyebrow expectantly, “right, my love?” 
As you nodded rapidly, he flipped you around and made you face the mirror over the sinks, swift hands pulling the straps of your dress down almost immediately. 
He leaned closer, humming softly as he adorned the area from your shoulders to your neck with his open mouthed kisses. 
“You smell like heaven,” he complimented, unzipping the upper part of your dress, watching your reflection on the mirror as it fell from your chest, leaving you basically topless before him, “and you look like an angel,” he confessed, cupping your naked breasts with both hands, “my pretty angel.” 
You felt dizzy, getting drunk under his endless praises as he touched you like he owned you, your head falling back on his chest while he was busy grinding his clothed hard-on against your butt.
“Jungkook—” you called out his name, voice thin as you watched him behind half opened lids through the mirror. He looked breathtaking tonight, him in suits was really your weakness.
“Hm?” 
“I want you.” 
He chuckled, you were adorable, too freaking adorable for his sanity. What was he gonna do with you?
“And what do good girls say when they want something?” Jungkook responded, placing the belt on the sink to get a better use of his hands as he unzipped his pants and slid it down just enough to free his bulge out. 
Maybe he could help you out a little and reduce your punishment, since you were too cute to resist, just for this once though. 
“They say please, don’t they baby?” He questioned, finally taking his dıck out and slapping it against your wetness, big hands guiding one of your legs over the marble as he teased your entrance with his tip.
If he wanted you to beg, you were gonna beg so without wasting any time, “K-kook, please, I want you inside me,” you whined, leaning forward as you arched your back for him, trying to allure him more, “I need you inside me, please.”
“Need me inside, huh?” he grinned, “Like this?” 
And with that, he poked his head in, not moving a millimeter as he placed both of his hands on your waist, removing your skirt from his way to get a better view of your gorgeous buttocks. 
You let out a breathy whimper over the feeling and ugh, he was in love with that sound. He didn’t plan on letting you adjust to his size by any means and trust me, he wanted nothing more than to slam his whole length inside you yet despite how tempting you sounded, he wasn’t gonna give you what you were asking for, not just yet. 
Frustrated by him not elaborating, you turned to face him, giving him your best puppy eyes as you tried to sneakily push your hips against his, desperately needing to feel more of him. 
On the other hand, Jungkook had different plans as he stopped you, holding your hips in place and adding more to your already pent up frustration. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, hands reaching out to grab his belt from where he placed it, his cocky expression slowly turning into a more serious one. 
“I—”
“Did I tell you to move?” 
Your sentence got cut as he smacked you using his belt as a whip, the sting making you flinch as you slapped a hand over your mouth to shush your own squeak. To make your job even more difficult, Jungkook tugged on your hair with his empty hand, bottoming out as he pulled you towards him with his strong grasp. 
“Answer me!” 
“N-no!” 
Your back was arched to its breaking point as he forced your head behind to form an eye contact, looking down at you with his lust-filled dark eyes while landing another sharp hit on your skin. 
This time your voice came out louder, your knees went weak for a second as he helped your hips up, pressing you flat on the sink while pulling out. “Then what made you think that you could move?” he asked, thrusting himself back in, making you raise on your toes as if the high heels you were wearing wasn’t enough. 
“I m-made a mistake,” you yelped, placing a hand on the mirror to maintain your balance against his strong thrusts, “I’m sorry, please, I’m s-so sorry!” 
“You’re making a lot of mistakes today,” was Jungkook’s response as he hovered over your folded body, lips leaving wet kisses on your exposed nape, “and it makes me really mad, y/n.” 
“I’m sorry,” you begged, barely audible as you tilted your head in hopes of kissing him, “forgive me Kook, please.” 
He couldn’t hold back his smile as he pushed your hair away from your face and kissed you, his hips meeting with yours once again, this time a little slower compared to the previous ones. 
“Be a good girl and make yourself forgiven then, yeah?” he whispered as he pecked your lips one last time before he straightened up, fixing your position and rearranging himself against your entrance for the ruthless pace he was about to settle with. 
He was throbbing inside you, there was no time left to waste. 
You were both low on patience so you nodded, “I’ll be the best girl for you.” you said, biting your lower lip excitedly as you observed his handsome features through the mirror. He looked so hot, sweat dripping down from his forehead as he was furrowing his beautiful eyebrows, his loosened tie making you wanna call him daddy. 
You hated that word, it was the cringiest thing ever, yet you couldn’t care less about being cringy now— not when he felt that good, hitting all the right spots inside of you as he thrusted in. 
“Oh baby,” he groaned, eyes closing with pleasure as he moved back and forth, inked hand fondling your flesh aggressively, “you feel so good, holy shit.”
No matter how many times he’s done this, you always managed to make it feel like it was your first time and god, he honestly loved that for you.  
“You feel even better, daddy,” you giggled out playfully, holding one of your asscheeks up for him, “please don’t stop, please.” 
Oh my god, you looked so hot like this. He hated to admit but hell, that nickname sounded too cute coming out of your pretty mouth like that, he really needed to hear it again. 
“Say that again.” he requested, slipping his dıck in and out of you continuously, feeling his high nearing everytime you clenched around his shaft, making his already worked up meat twitch inside you helplessly. 
He really needed a release, so so badly at the moment.  
Now it was your turn to smirk as you whined out a very needy “Oh daddy,” reaching your hands behind to caress his half clothed thighs, “you feel perfect, I’m almost there.” 
“Yeah? Do I make you feel good baby?” 
You nodded, pouting at him cutely through the mirror and he adored the way you did it, biting his lips as he watched your angelic face go through different phases of pleasure thanks to  him. You really were his princess because even after everything you’ve done tonight, he couldn’t stay mad at you for longer than five minutes, he just loved you too much for that. 
“Will you come for daddy then, hm my princess?” 
“Mhm,” you hummed, doe eyes locked on his fierce ones, “anything for daddy.” 
God, he wanted to ruin you. Something about you tonight was really hitting off differently and he wasn’t sure whether it was your pretty pouty lips, your sweet voice or your tight little hole but shit, he couldn’t hold himself anymore.
“Yeah?” He hissed, nails digging deep into your skin as he was guiding your hips, literally drooling while watching your reflection as you played with your tıts, “Will you be good and let me fill you up too?” 
“Yes please,” you responded, licking your lips, “I want daddy to fill me up.” 
Letting out a low growl, Jungkook reached forward, peppering small kisses on your shoulder as he spoke, “that’s my girl.” he proudly claimed, dropping the belt on the floor and pulling you close, wanting to roam his hands on your body freely. 
His compliment was small yet effective, had you shaking in his hold as you reached your climax, melting under his touch while crying out his name. 
There were actual tears in your eyes as he stroked your hair and hugged you tight, kissing your temple sweetly in contrast to how his thrusts were. 
He was aware of how overstimulated you were but he couldn’t stop, not when he was just around the corner, flying so close to his sweet euphoria. “Just a little more baby,” he whispered next to your ear, “hold on for me a little longer, I'm almost there.” he said, leaking the first wave of his hot seeds inside you. 
You could hear his breath hitching as he tried to ride out his high, his pace getting sloppier and sloppier until his length finally flopped out of you, leaving you a dripping mess before him. 
He was exhausted, yes, but you seemed even worse, looking like you were in a completely different universe with your half opened eyes. There was definitely no way of explaining this to the people outside, who were probably wondering where you two went off, yet instead of being bothered by that, Jungkook oddly felt amused. 
Well, guess he didn’t need to worry about Heungmin or any other male representatives acting too friendly towards you anymore, since it seemed like your dozed off face would be enough sign that you belonged to no one but him. 
Chuckling to himself, Jungkook let go of your body and fixed his pants as he watched you lay back on the cold marble, looking completely limp and unresponsive. Good, he thought, that would probably teach you a lesson. 
Smacking your butt, he leaned down to bite on it as he took his belt from off the floor, not giving you any peace even for a second. “Don’t pass out here,” he mocked, proceeding to fix his shirt, “people are waiting for us outside, we already took long enough.”
“And who’s fault is that?” you asked, rubbing on his teeth marks, scrunching your face over the pain. How could he bite you as if he didn't do enough things already?
“Yours.” he responded bluntly, giving you an annoying smile as he washed his hands and fixed his hair, looking as normal as he was at the beginning of the night. Nice, so it was only gonna be you who looked like you just came out of world war three, wasn’t that lovely?
“How is it my fault that you’re so jealous?” 
“Because,” he sighed, reaching for his jacket as he walked towards the door, “if you behaved like you should have, none of this would’ve happened.” he asserted, unlocking it with ease, throwing you a fake smile along with a sarcastic flying kiss. 
“I’ll be outside,” he shared, opening the door a creak before he stepped out, “since someone has to tell people that you’re feeling nauseous.” he winked, enjoying the mess he caused probably way more than he should.
“I hate you so much.”
“Oh yeah?” 
He stopped, challenging you with his eyes as he standed before the door frame, “We’ll see about that when we get home,” he said, pointing his tattooed index at you, “but until then, you’ve got other things to worry about.”
“Really?” you talked back, locking your arms before your chest confidently, “Like what, Kook?”
“Like your hair, daddy’s pretty princess.” he huffed, emphasizing on the fourth word, “I’d take my time if I were you,” he added, scrunching his nose at you, “it looks quite messy there, you know?” 
He successfully avoided your shoe as you threw it at him, closing the door right on time while he was laughing out loud, feeling way better compared to the beginning of the night. 
“And oh y/n,” he called out, leaning his head on the hard surface as you locked him out, “don’t worry about Heungmin, I’ll let him know that you were busy giving me a helping hand!” 
“Fuck off!” 
He cackled, feeling satisfied with himself as he fixed his jacket, “I love you too!” he yelled back before walking away with a pleasant smile of victory plastered all over his face.
Not long after he was blend in with the crowd, hunter eyes easily locating his new prey’s whereabouts as Jungkook approached the oblivious guy with a devilish smirk, calling out his name rather enthusiastically;
“Hey there, Heungmin!”  
Uh oh, guess your night was not yet over, oops. 
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marvelsmylife · 27 days
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Not As It Seems
Pairing: Rhysand x reader 
Plot: to outsiders they see your life is perfect. Being mated to one of the most powerful high lords and named high lady of the night court everyone thought you were happy (including your mate). What happens when the mask you’ve been wearing finally falls and Rhysand discovers what’s been troubling his darling mate.
a/n This is based on this request. Let me know if you want a part two where Rhysand confronts the person responsible for his mate's suffering.
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If someone had told you when you were younger that you would be mated with the high lord of the night court and given the title of high lady you would’ve laughed in their faces. Yet here you were, living every female’s (and some males) dream of being mated to Rhysand.
You met Rhysand one cold autumn morning. You had arrived at your job two hours ago at your bakery when Rhysand strolled in and requested one of every pastry you had for sale. You gave him a puzzled look and asked if he was sure: “Of course I’m sure. I could smell your delicious pastries a few blocks away,” Rhysand responded with a warm smile on his face.
A shy smile crept up on your face at Rhysand’s compliment. While you were used to everyone always complimenting you on your pastries, having your high lord compliment you made you go shy. “I’m flattered,” you sheepishly said while carefully placing the treats in the box.
A surprising look appeared on Rhysand’s face when took the box from your hands and took in your appearance. Mate Rhysand mentally told himself when he realized you were the female he had been dreaming about for as long as he could remember.
Not wanting to scare you off, Rhysand settled with simply asking you out to dinner before slowly revealing that you were mates.
He was grateful he did that. You built your relationship organically, and when he finally confessed that you were mates, instead of resenting him for hiding such a secret, you kissed him and told him how happy you were that you were mates. 
There was only one problem in your relationship, you rarely talked about your family and what you were like growing up. Every time he tried to pry into your past or family, you would always charge the subject or ask him to drop it. He was tempted sometimes to slither into your mind and see what was so bad about your childhood that you refused to talk to him about. 
He didn’t though.
He knew you would resent him if he invaded your privacy in that way just to get an answer. Instead, he’d change the subject to something more pleasant.
It’s not that you didn’t want to tell Rhysand about your childhood. To people who didn’t know you personally, they thought you had a great childhood. But the people who truly knew you knew that was the farthest thing from the truth.
While you were still in contact with your mother, your relationship with her was complicated, to say the least. Growing up, your mother would display all the signs of a narcissistic parent. Always finding a way to make your accomplishments hers and insult you when you did something minutely wrong.
It got worse when you were an adult and opened the bakery you still operated. She didn’t ask; she demanded that you give her half of your earnings from the bakery to make up for raising you. You foolishly agreed to her demand even though you were barely making enough to support yourself when you met Rhysand.
Once you had your mating ceremony, Rhysand would beg you to stop working because he had more than enough and then some to support you, but you rejected him each time. You didn’t want to put the burden of supporting your mother on Rhysand, so you told him you just loved your work too much to close it.
Because you were under so much stress with not only running your bakery by yourself but also doing the duties a high lady is supposed to do, you found yourself stretching yourself thin. You couldn’t find a moment in your day to just sit and relax, and when you did, it was only for a few minutes.
Unfortunately, that manifested into you not wanting to do anything during the days you actually managed to get off and started developing depression episodes.
You didn’t want anyone to know you were silently suffering, especially Rhysand’s. He had so much on his plate, and you didn’t want to add to his worries. So you’d force a smile so no one would know; know that you were silently fighting with your mother because she was growing more entitled to your money. Your mental shield was always up and so guarded; not even Rhysand could penetrate it.
You finally hit your breaking point one afternoon when your mother stopped by your bakery and demanded that you tell Rhysand he needed to start paying her money as well. In her words: “His money is your money, and your money is my money.”
Not being able to contain your anger towards your mother, you unleash all the frustration you have had towards her for the past three centuries. By the end of it, your mother dared to slap you across the face and growled: “You ungrateful child! You would have nothing if it wasn’t for me! I should have been Rhysand’s mate so I could have that fortune you have, not you. But seeing as you are his mate, I’m expecting you to give me his money by the end of the week,” before storming out of the bakery and disappearing into the streets of Velaris.
You didn’t know how you managed to get home, but when you did, you had the inner circle panicked with the state you were in. “Y/n. Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Mor asked, worry laced in her tone: “Azriel, Cassian, go get Rhysand he’s-”.
Azriel and Cassian were out the door before Mor had a chance to finish her sentence.
Mor and Amren meanwhile tried to get you to sit down with them, but you just brushed them off and disappeared into your bedroom. You knew they meant well, but you wanted to lock yourself in your room.
Not even five minutes later, Rhysand burst through your shared bedroom. Rhysand knelt down and cupped your face: “My darling y/n, please tell me what’s wrong? Tell me so I can help you,” there was a sense of panic in his voice.
“I’m tired Rhysand” you replied blandly. Rhysand remained silent as the other stormed into the room and watched the scene in front of them: “I’m so fucking tired of pretending I’m ok.”
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toast-on-dandelioms · 2 months
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What if m/c had been accepted for a scholarship abroad and just ended up stayinv there becoming the resident hero ? They did keep in regular contact with Alfred tho, seeing as he was the only family member who didnt ignore them.
Ok that is interesting and for this (which is not in the storyline in part 4) I will add another hero or two instead of Superman since he's not THAT special.
Small disclaimer: I am not sure if Green Arrow lives in Central City and where I searched told me he lives there so don't come at me that it's wrong please (I changed it to Star City so if you see it changed here is the answer)
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This is based two years before you entered highschool so when you were 13 and already in Bruce's Manor.
You were there for a year and after suffering so much from Damian's tormenting you and everyone just ignoring you made you so tired and you wanted, no, needed to leave the manor and city.
You knew it was drastic but you couldn't do it anymore, you missed your mother and being sent to a home where people detest you just for existing made you feel so bad you couldn't even leave your room without a panic attack at the thought of being hurt by Damian's words or weapons or being ignored by everyone when you tried to say anything.
You applied to a few scholarship far away from Gotham to enter some prestigious schools in different cities so you could spread your choices if you got accepted.
You didn't say anything to Alfred until you received many scholarships and you chose the one in Star City, wanting to be as far away as possible from Gotham and the Waynes.
The only problem was getting Alfred to accept to send you there since he was the boss in the house, not Bruce.
You knew Bruce wouldn't care if he sent you somewhere else but you didn't want him to know where you would be going but still needed his money since you were a thirteen year old with no job or an allowance.
Thankfully Bruce just signed it without looking when Alfred showed him some random papers and off you went to your new life in Star City.
As years passed you became more social since you weren't held down by the neglect of the Waynes and you were around people who actually sought you out and didn't completely ignore you.
You kept dancing and sent all of yours training practices, plus all your small and big dance recitals to Alfred so he could see you dance since he couldn't come to every single one of them and you didn't blame him.
When you turned 15 you found a part-time job at a science company where they allowed you to work on your experiments with the supervision of an another scientist.
Unfortunately (or fortunately) you got bit by a radioactive spider that escaped from the same scientist who was supposed to supervise you and gave you the spider abilities.
Which did worry you but you learned to control your newfound superhuman strenght and also your weird sticking to surfaces and walking on walls.
Did it take a while? Yes, but it was worth it.
You also decided to become a vigilante because why not? Why not put your life in danger every night just to not receive any money compensation from it?
You're not as active as your alterego in Gotham since you actually have friends here and you're not held down by years of neglect which pushed you to help people.
You helped people whenever you could and one night, during a patrol you accidentally bumped into Green Arrow and fought with him for a while before both of you realised neither of you two were villains.
You did apologise and after a few more encounters and you pulling some pranks on Oliver because he was an easy target to prank, like come on. The man wears green and has an arrow. You can't not prank that man and call him Robin Hood.
You became his little helper, got his phone number and helped him with some villains whenever you could and especially if he let you.
You also trained your fighting with him, which got you beat up and with so many black eyes that you had to beg him to not hit your face since you couldn't keep worrying your friends and dance instructor since they were starting to ask questions and you couldn't fool them forever.
You also met Roy, aka Speedy, while on a mission with Oliver and also got along with him despite his hatred for Oliver and gained a new older brother.
After a year of helping Oliver around and training to fight decently and not only use your superhuman strenght, he finally let you come to a Justice League meeting.
You met Batman and Damian there, along with Superman and Jon to which you tried to get along with but the two of them were extremely clingy and knew a bit too much about you which creeped you out.
During the meeting you stayed very close to Oliver to avoid the two teens and also hide from Batman and Superman since they kept staring at you even while talking.
After the meeting Batman did try to approach you and you avoided him, but while walking away he just said "(Y/N)", which made you stop before walking off.
You immediately knew that he knew who you were under the mask but you didn't care that he knew.
You just ignored him and his calls, plus his sons calls. You refused to even give him a bit of attention, especially since he didn't bother you for years but now they wanted your attention?
God no, you still had dignity and self respect. Giving them attention would be like forgiving them for all those years of not even knowing you existed.
Finally the calls stopped but they started to appear everywhere you went in Central City.
You went to school? You were called in the principal office where Bruce was and scolded you lightly about putting your mother's last name when it should have been his.
Your hand started to bleed from how hard you were gripping it so you wouldn't yell at the man in front of the principal.
What you hated more was the look of love Bruce had when he scolded you, gently patting your head as he talked.
You showered at least three times before you finally felt clean after feeling Bruce touch you so lovingly.
Everywhere you went as you or as Spider, you would be met by either Bruce or one of his kids, which got even more frustrating when they would try to coax you to come back home to Gotham.
Dick would try to coax you, too into his delusional idea that you were being forced to stay here with Green Arrow even though you told him many times that it wasn't true.
He would also manipulate you by fake crying whenever you yelled at him or ignored him, making you even more frustrated because he kept on caring about himself and didn't see how you were happy in Star City.
Jason would just follow you and talk like you never left, complaining about Bruce or Damian and offered to go to a café or restaurant to catch up and see what you were up to.
Even yelling at him that he didn't care when you left didn't budge him and made him give up. No, it made him even more persistent on trying to act like you two were close and a happy family.
You also had to slam the door in Tim's face so many times whenever he would knock at the door of your apartment, you had to replace the doorknob and locks too many times to count from Tim picking the locks and you destroying the doorknob from your strenght.
Plus, arriving home to relax and seeing both Tim and Bruce in your apartment with dinner made you sick but you had to endure since you couldn't afford to change apartments since it was in the best position in the city.
Oh but Damian was the worst. He would act like he never hurt you sometimes or other times used his own past as a way to show that he had it worse than you.
Did you throw him off a building when he said that? Yes but unfortunately for you, Jon was there to catch him which made you even more frustrated.
Clark? He was decent sometimes, you met him before when he talked with Oliver and you were around but you always got a creepy vibe from him.
Especially when he kept on staring at you or gave you things like small trinkets you saw but never bought. It was so creepy that he knew what you liked, plus he kept on calling you nicknames like a father would do to his child.
Jon wasn't that bad. He did leave you alone when you asked but he also helped you. The only problem was that he acted like you were his older brother/sister and talked about times you two were together when you distinctly remember being alone when you did those things.
You did call Alfred once, he was the only one you told that you were Spider since he kept on asking why you were always full of bruises on your face and arms and you couldn't lie to him.
The call did not go well, with you yelling at Alfred that he ruined it since now Bruce knew who you were and he ruined your once happy life just because he wanted you back home.
After a while of seeing Bruce and his kids and them trying to manipulate you into going back home, plus Clark and Jon, you decided to go to the only person you trusted the most in Star City.
You went to Green Arrow and confessed to everything, you told him about your mother's death and how you were suddenly sent to a family who couldn't care less about you.
You didn't hide that you were Bruce's biological child and also showed him your scars that Damian made in the year he tormented you.
At the end of the confession you were crying, the memories of Damian hurting you with all the neglect and blatant hatred towards you made you breakdown in an ugly cry.
You kept crying even when Oliver hugged you, hugging him back with all your might as you didn't want him to leave you.
You did admit that you thought many times on going back since they kept on insisting and you weren't that strong, you couldn't resist forever with all that pressure.
By saying that, you felt Oliver freeze for a second before hugging you back and holding you close, like you hugging him with your super strength didn't faze him one bit.
What you didn't feel was the tiny prick of a needle being inserted in your neck, the only thing you last heard before collapsing in Oliver's arms were "sorry kid, can't let you leave me"
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starkeysmoon · 1 year
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MISSED YOU
paring: neteyam sully x omaticaya gender neutral! reader
summary: neteyam sneaks away to see you
warnings: none, fluff!
word count: 1.2K!
request: hi i have a neteyam request :) i’d like to read about neteyam sneaking out to see his secret gf, basically his rebellious era hahah, where instead of doing his duties he goes to see his gf and he is happier with her, not needing to be the perfect son (bonus if the sully family are shocked by his recent behaviour and then meet his gf)
a/n: hey lovely, thank you so much for the request! i’m thinking of making the bonus into a part two, hope that’s alright. (also! my orignal upload got deleted??)
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it wasn’t in neteyam’s nature to act like this. disregarding his parents' orders and sneaking around to see you.
however, he couldn't stop thinking about you. especially the laugh that would fall from your lips when he made a joke, the never-ending smile he wore when he was around you, the warmth of your touch, and just the way you made him feel in general.
It was as if you had cast a spell on him that he couldn’t seem to break from, not that he was complaining.
all he knew for certain was that he needed to see you. as a result, he settled to complete his task as soon as possible. his parents, particularly his father, had instructed him to gather twigs and branches for the mreki u'lito (fire pit) tonight.
he hastily gathered the twigs and branches, tying them together before he placed them to the side of a tree and hiding them well. he made a mental note to himself that he would bring them back home later, as he was supposed to.
a sense of guilt filled his chest as he looked back to check on the now-wrapped twigs and branches. his hands trembled a little. his tail swooshed from side to side. debating if he wanted to go through with it or not.
neteyam knew he shouldn’t leave his duties unattended, especially as the eldest son of the family. his parents were counting on him.
he knew it was wrong and that they would be worried if he didn't return soon, but why did being around you feel so right? he let out a huff, shaking his head before walking in the direction of your meeting spot.
neteyam was approaching, walking quickly, but he paused. his ears perked up when he heard familiar sounds of laughter and giggles coming from south the direction of where you were supposed to meet.
he followed instinctively and was met with a surprising sight. you were playing with a plant, the helicoradian to be exact.
he watched you in awe as you touched the leaf, it coiled up and retracted to the ground in response. you let out a soft giggle before moving to the next one.
“(name)!” he called, a smile filling his face. you turned towards the sound of the voice, smiling, before rushing towards the young boy and immediately engulfing him in a hug.
he sighed in contentment at the warmth of your presence. his previous sullen demeanor completely washing away from his body. his hands moved down to your waist and drew you in closer. the two of you stayed like that for a few moments before eventually pulling away.
“that seemed like a lot of fun,” he noted, and you nodded your head in agreement.
“it was.” you answered, your smile widening. “so, what brings you here?” you teased, already knowing the answer.
“a certain someone,” he quipped.
“and where might that certain someone be, neteyam?” you inquired, a smirk now tugging at your lips.
“they happen to be right in front of me,” he says happily, you giggle at his answer as he takes your hands and places them in his own.
“so miss me already, huh?” you teased once more.
“more than anything.” he sighs, his thumb gently caressing your hand.
“you know, it’s only been a day,” you point out, and he laughs in response.
“and a day is already long enough for me to miss you, my love,” he admits, his eyes locked on yours.
your cheeks feel hot at his words and your stomach does a flip, almost as if butterflies had entered your stomach and were fluttering around. “you just can’t seem to get enough of me can you?”
he chuckles at your words. “yes, I truly cannot (name).”
you pull him in for another hug, burying your face in the crook of his neck, as his hands wrap around your waist gently. the two of you soaking in each other’s warmth and presence once more.
he always made you feel at ease when he was close to you, and you adored him for it. you peppered soft kisses along his neckline before gazing up to look at your boyfriend to find that he was already looking at you with a grin on his face.
“i see you (name),” he says softly, before planting a gentle peck to your lips.
“i see you too, neteyam.” you beam up at him, noticing how his eyes light up at your words and how you can tell they are filled with so much love and care.
“now, are you up for a quick game of who can close all the helicoradians the fastest?” he challenged with an annoyingly cheeky face, and you playfully roll your eyes.
“oh, you’re on, sully!” you say, rushing towards the helicoradians before you’re pulled back as a hand latches onto the end of your tail.
“hey!” you yelp, swishing your tail out of his grasp. “that’s not fair”
“I never said it had to be fair,” he says, lips curving into a teasing smirk.
“i’ll get you for that!” you threaten.
“go right ahead, (name). i’m right here” he taunts, holding up his hands as if to assert his innocence.
you launch your body onto him, causing the two of you to tumble onto the ground. the helicoradians shrink right under you as the two of you playfully roll around the forest floor trying to topple one another.
it’s a continuous cycle of either one of you on top saying a smug sentence before they get flipped over and their back’s pressed down against the forest floor and they are proven wrong again.
“willing to surrender now, (name?)” neteyam asks, noticing your somewhat tired state, his body now on top of yours pressing you down on the ground.
“no,” you reply, refusing to back down despite the obvious fatigue in your voice.
although your response confirms his suspicions, and he moves away from you before offering his hand, which you gratefully accept.
the first thing you notice when you’re back off the forest floor is neteyam’s body covered with dirt before your eyes flicker to your own.
you gently brush it off yet it does no good, as it creates an even bigger smudge. neteyam moves towards you and helps you brush off the rest of the dirt on your body.
“thank you, neteyam” you say, placing a hand on his shoulder, eyes full of gratefulness.
“no worries, my love.” he chuckles, his hand moving to place a braid behind your ear. your cheeks turn into a shade of pink at his motion.
“i really do love you, you know that?” you say, giggling. he nods his head at your words, “and i really love you too.”
the two of you turn around hand in hand to notice that the helicoradian field had coiled and shrunken to the ground.
you both end up bursting into a fit of laughter at each other's competitiveness earlier. “it’s a draw,” you exclaim, and neteyam merely shakes his head. “you wish.”
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h0ttestgrlinm0urgu3 · 2 months
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your friend isn't always a genius
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dom! aaron hotchner x brat reader
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summary: Aaron's been on a case for to long reader decideds to be a brat but he gets home sooner than expected, turns out aaron got some advice from his friend.
warnings: use of y/n, masturbat!on fem, consensual voyeurism, being a brat, punishments, recording, daddy kink, mentions of spencer reid
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it's been almost two weeks since aaron went on a case. it wasn't anything major, but with the towns police hindering the investigation due to a lack of knowledge and experience, he's had to stay longer than planned.
you know you can't blame aaron for being on a case, but having a break in routine always results in you bratting. so honestly, he shouldn't have expected less.
you currently sat on your knees infront of your full body mirror dressed in only a pair of pretty pink lace panties and one of aarons sleep shirts, taking pictures that you knew you'd get in trouble for. it didn't matter tho, you loved aarons punishments. you loved the way his hand felt when he spanked your ass or when you'd go brain dead from him fucking you so good. if you were being honest it was one of your favorite things.
sending the pictures to aaron you sit and wait for him to see it. it's around nine, and he's usually in the hotel by now unless they had a break in the case. you check and seeing that he read the text you pussy dampened and your heart speed up. waiting for a reply you sit there, and sit there, and sit. it's about 5 minutes when you decide to call him.
the phone ringing 3 times before he answers. 'hey sweetheart' he answers like he would normally. 'why didn't you answer my text?' you question, opting out of a greeting. 'because your not supposed to do that' he replys plainly. 'so? what you were just gonna ignore me?' you ask him letting your voice raise.
' I was' aaron says as if it's a normal thing.
' you never ignore me ' you say pouting as if he could see you. ' and you continue to be a brat. ya know spencer and I got the talkin and he said that if someone constantly has the same punishment every time they acted out, it'd become less effective.' he states, making you wonder what in their conversation made them talk about this and why he thought it pertained to you.
because it does.
'and? the fuck does that mean aaron?' you pout feeling the urge to really pass him off now. I mean if he was gonna change up punishments you can change up what your getting punished for.
'watch it' he warns urging you to not play this game. decideding he was beyond wrong and that you'd not only play this game, but win. you hung up the phone, removing your underwear you sat up the camera to where your pussy was on full display. hitting record, you let your fingers travel down your cheest, over your stomach past your clit collecting all of your juices on your fingers. bringing then back up to your clit you make eye contact with your camera as you start to play with your pussy.
moaning at the pleasure, you couldn't deny how good it felt, but you also couldn't deny how much it felt nothing like aaron. bringing your fingers down to your entrance, sliding them in as your eyes roll back and toes curl.
'oh fuck it feels so good' you moan out. you continue to fuck yourself on camera for about five minutes before you realize something. 'fuck I can't cum' you groan out. not knowing why but still wanting to win. so you crop the last bit of the video and send aaron the gold parts.
confused on why it's been five minutes of really good pleasure, and yet you haven't cum yet. you decided to get a toy, recording yourself play with it for a while before groaning and giving up at the same out come.
editing that video and again sending only the good parts you guessed that you must have became camera shy out of nowhere. so you play with your pussy while the camera isn't on. you try everything in the span of 6 hours, reaching for your phone at hour 3 to watch porn because maybe you need a little help.
which lead to realizing aaron once again left you on read.
you genuinely felt as though you could cry now. that's when the realization hits you. you've must of been so hardwired to aaron that it's impossible for you to cum without him now.
feeling angry, not necessarily at aaron, but at the fact that he probably knew you couldn't come without him, that's probably why he was okay with ignoring you.
getting cleaned in the bathroom before going back to the bedroom with a frown on your face, you let out a huff as you plopped on the bed.
waking up the next morning, you check your phone. feeling your heart drop and crawl it's self back in place you read the one message from aaron. sent hours after you went to bed, about 1 a.m., telling you how they had a break in the case and caught the guy in the act. which means he'd be home anytime today.
that'd usually make you ecstatic, but with aarons newfound discovery of ignoring you only God knows what your punishment will be.
you spend the day cleaning the apartment, cooking aaron his favorite meal, even going as far as making brownies. also thinking it was better to clean the whole apartment too just in case.
almost perfectly on time, when you're taking the brownies out, aaron walks through the door. 'hey baby' he greets, walking over to hug you. "at least he's not that mad" you think to yourself. 'hi' you reply shyly, letting your head rest on his chest.
you've missed this, and if kinda makes you feel bad for being a brat. looking around the kitchen, aaron smiles fondly at the food you prepared. then picks you up whole he spins to look at the whole apartment, he knows it's because you didn't expect him home so soon after acting out, but he still loves it.
'enjoy the time you have sugar, cause after we eat your ass is done for' he smiles grabbing a handful of your ass and pecking your lips, before letting you down and making his way to the table.
let let out a groan, but honestly expecting that food and dessert wasn't gonna save you from your punishment.
your weren't that hungry so you finished before aaron. as soon as the last piece was gone from his plate, you shot up to start cleaning the kitchen. 'Ah, that can wait baby' aaron tells you as he gets up from the table and motions for you to follow. 'what? noo, I got it' you answer starting to wash the dishes.
aaron walked behind you, an amused smile on his face. which goes away after he sees that your purposely washing slowly 'the longer you take on the dishes, the more time is added to your punishment' he says, making you drop the fork out of your hands. 'what? that's not fair'. you try to argue only for aaron to turn around and make his way to your shared room.
saying fuck it you decided not to do the dishes and follow him to the room. 'you done?' he asks 'fuck you, yes' you reply. making him laugh while he sat on the edge of the bed.
'get undressed baby' aaron commands you. decideding to choose your battles wisely and not have you outfit ripped apart, knowing aaron is not only good for buying clothes but destroying them, you undressed.
moving over, you sit in the center of the bed like he always tells you. waiting for him to say something you patently wait playing with your fingers.
he gets up from the edge of the bed and turns to you 'had fun without me?' your boyfriend asks you. 'not at all daddy, it was so boring' you answer back. ' so glad your back now' you add smiling up to him.
he lets out a loud laugh at your answer. 'seems to me you had all the fun in the world' aaron says. shacking your head no, while he shakes his head yes 'I know you did baby and it's okay.' he speaks as he makes his way to the chair in your room. 'how many times did you cum?' he ask while getting comfortable.
'don't ask me that daddy' you groan. he chuckles while un doing his tie. 'you don't want to tell me baby?' he questions. Shacking your head no he just smiles at you before speaking 'go ahead nd show me baby'.
confusion feels your body as aaron watches you from across the room. 'what?' you whispered, silently praying that you misheard him.
'baby I want you to play with your pussy while I watch' he admitted as if it was a mundane request. 'show me what you did while I was gone' he told you with a smirk.
shacking your head no, you desperatly thank of anything to get you out of this. 'that's so embarrassing daddy' you tell him as you pout.
your pussy is getting wetter by the second but you didnt know if you'd be able to cum. or even worse if you'd be allowed to.
before you could blink aaron got up and exited the room. you were confused to say the least and once he returned with a lighter that confusion only grew.
that was, until he went into your shared closet.
your jaw hit the floor as you see him walk out with one of your favorite pairs of heels. 'aaron what are yo-' 'shh baby' he cuts you off tossing your heels infront of the bed.
'they're just encouragement' he says as he reclaims his seat, lighter in hand 'but know that you'll be punished one way or another' he says plainly.
letting out a whine 'this isn't fair' you tell him wich in return earns you an eye roll. '10 minutes' he speaks. 'huh?' you question '10 minutes' he repeats.
'10 minutes to cum or you'll have 10 minutes to say goodbye to your shoes. you pick.' he clears up slightly shrugging his shoulders.
expecting your embarrassment you lay back down and prop your knees up. 'is that good?' you ask to which you get no reply. you drag two fingers through your slit and to your entrance. collecting your juices before letting them dip in.
you let out a moan, letting your body relax as you bring your finger out and back in. you cant lie about how good it feels, humiliation and all.
dragging your fingers out you bring them to circle your clit. you look at aaron and notice his intense gaze on your pussy in return you let out a whine and feel your pussy clamp around nothing.
you speed up your fingers and bring your other hand up to grope your breast. surprisingly to you, you can feel your orgasm building up.
adding more pressure to your clit to chase your orgasm it seems to finally click for aaron that your about to cum. to say you could see the disappointed on his face would be an understatement, "ill let her have this tho" , he thought to himself.
your shut your eyes as tight as they could as your feel the coil in your abdomen burst 'oh fuck daddy' you moan out as your orgasm washes through you.
breathing deeply as your legs twitched you finally opened your eyes to see your boyfriend on his phone. 'aaron what the fuck are you doing' you question as you see him typing away.
he barley spears you a glance before going back to typing and saying 'spencer said you wouldn't be able to cum on your own by now'
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a/n☆ this is the 3rd version of this story bc tumblr deleted the other two 😺 not proof read, so mb for any mistakes😻😽 - daisy
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kissohee · 5 months
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bestfriend!perv!anton x fem!reader ☆ nsfw ; wc : 700 ☆ short one-shot mdni!
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Anton knows he's wrong, it may not seem like it but he does. He also knows he cant help the way he thinks of you. You're his bestfriend, so obviously it's occurred to him that thinking about you in the way that he does, is very clearly wrong. But to him that's also part of the fun. And you don't know, which just turns him on even more. You would never guess that shy & sweet Anton Lee, fantasizes about fucking you at the dead of night. You would never guess he thinks about you in the shower, or when he's watching porn, or every time he closes his eyes. and thats exciting to him. But he's also not much of a risk taker, unless he's extremely desperate.
Anton tosses and turns in his bed, struggling to fall asleep. You wore a skirt today and of course he struggled to keep his dick down every time he looked at you. And oh did he look a lot. He noticed the way your skirt wasn't long enough to cover your thighs, and how badly he wanted to bend you over the first surface he could find. The thought of you was keeping him up, quite literally. He was supposed to be sleeping, but between his thoughts and his boner, he was having too much trouble doing so. So he lowered his pants, freed his cock from his boxers and tried fixing his problem. His hand started pumping his cock, but he knew this wasn't gonna be enough. So he imagined that instead of his hand wrapped around his cock, it was your cunt, and you had that same exact skirt on. But for some reason, unlike most days, it wasn't getting him anywhere. He would normally just drop it and go to sleep if it wasn't working out, but his hard on was becoming too painful to just drop. He reached that level of desperation where he was willing to take a risk. Would it really be so bad of him to call you like this? Just so he could hear your voice? He concluded that as long as you didn't find out, it wouldn't. So using his other hand, he grabbed his phone and went to your contact before calling you. To his surprise, you actually answered. "Anton?" You called out to him sleepily, "It's 3 in the morning, is everything alright?" "Y-yea," he held down a groan, "Yea sorry, couldn't sleep. Thought maybe you were up." He tightens the grip on his cock, he already felt so much closer to release upon hearing you. "Oh," You paused, "Do you want me to talk to you or someth-" "Yes, p-please," He interrupted you with a whine. "Alright." He heard you shuffle in your bed, assuming you were getting into a comfier position before you started talking about something he wasn't fully listening to. He just needed to hear your voice without actually paying attention to the contents of the conversation. The longer you talked, the faster his hand sped up. Knowing there was a possibility you could hear every little thing he was doing on the other line, only made him want to cum more. He choked down his moans as he got closer to his release, the sound of your voice filling his head. "Shi-shit." He softly moaned as cum shot out of his cock and onto his stomach. His head ringing as he slowly came back to the reality that he was still on a call with you. The call was still going, but it was only silence from your end. Did he not realize you stopped talking? "Anton?" You say his name softly and he curses under his breath, thinking he was caught. "Are you okay?" "Oh yeah sorry, just saw the time. It's super late, I think I should go to bed now." He quietly lied, hoping you'd believe it. "Okay," You agreed before speaking again, "Call me if you ever need help with that again." You joked before hanging up, leaving Anton in the silence of his room. He looked at the cum on his hand and stomach, he might be just a little fucked up.
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im a lover of perv!anton and needed to write about him immedeatly. this is my second writing woohoo! - 🐠
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jester089 · 5 months
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TADC crew x abstracted reader. But with a twist, you'll have to read to find out what the twist is. Or you can just go to the end I'll write it there for those who want context.
Caine
When you abstracted it was sad but Caine honestly wasn't surprised. You were showing signs for a while after all. He did his best to make fun adventures and distractions but in the end you were lost. He moved on rather quickly I'm sad to say. You aren't the first person he enjoyed the company of to lose their mind. He moved on like always, no real differences showing themselves. That is until the next person that abstracted. He opened up the cellar to get them out of the way only for a non abstracted you to crawl out. You were shivering and had a thousand yard stare. But you were alive! He quickly swoops down and starts making sure your ok. He asks so many questions only to not get any answers. Or even a reaction out of you. It took some time and the others mentioning things for him to realize that you weren't there anymore. You were physically, you were sitting right in front of him as he speaks. But you weren't there mentally, you were gone. With a heavy heart and regret he puts you back in the cellar. It feels wrong to do but he can't just keep your emotionless reactionless body up where everyone can see it. Chance of abstraction 0.5/10
Gangle
Don't do this to the poor sweetheart Watching your glitchy form get put into the cellar like all the others broke her. Just you abstracting was enough to completely change Gangle. She went from not doing ok. To severely depressed and on the verge of giving up. She would mope around and never really interact. Her comedy mask long forgoten and collecting dust in your old room, sitting on your old bed. She visits your room every now and again but can never get past looking at the door. To many memories, to much hurt. When she heard you were ok and not abstracted from Pomni and Ragatha she didn't believe it, she couldn't believe it. But after enough convincing she went to go see you. And they weren't lying. There you were. Sitting on the ground staring at nothing. Second she catches a glimpse of you she sprint and you full speed and glomps you. She wraps around you tight enough to suffocate you, and peppers your face with kisses. She doesn't notice through the tears of joy or lovely feeling of holding you again that you aren't reacting to anything. But once the high of seeing you again wears off she'll realize. Just give her some time to be happy. She just got you back and your already gone again. Caine said you were broken beyond his help. Watching you get forced into the cellar again broke Gangle. Don't worry about the cellar being lonely and cold anymore, she's going to be joining you soon. Chance of abstraction 10/10
Zooble
You were the only one in this colorful hell that she felt close too. That she trusted. And your gone, just like so many before you. But you aren't like all those others. You were special. You mattered to her. She rarely showed up to adventures and rarely talked before. Now you would be lucky to see her outside of her room. Or yours. You just made her feel so complete. Like she isn't a random mess of parts. When she hears that you back she doesn't believe it. She doesn't even go to check because she truly believes the others are just trying to get her out of her room. She doesn't know that you were actually back. But that also means she doesn't have to go through loosing you again. She finds out a week or two later and you did actually come back and feels horrible. You were there, and she didn't even show up. Chance of abstraction 7.5/10
Ragatha
I feel like despite her go lucky and up beat personality she's one of the if not the closest to abstraction. She just doesn't show it cause she is supposed to be the well held together one, the anchor for the others. You were her little ray of sunshine. And not that digital sun outside, just your presence made her feel like she wasn't trapped in a computer. But your not here anymore. You haven't been for a long time. But shhh don't tell her that. When you abstracted Ragatha fell into her delusions. She lives in her memories of the real world, and of you two. When your brought back she doesn't even really react cause in her mind you've been there the whole time. She knows that isn't true. But it's her last chance to not lose herself. She wants to stay strong for you, and for the others. But seeing you in front of her, but it not actually be you. Just a husk of what you once were. Seeing YOU. Actual you being shoved into the cellar breaks her. It can go one of two ways. Either she goes fully delusional, or she abstracts right then and there. Chance of abstraction 8.5/10
Jax
Now Jax is an interesting one as I can see it going one of three ways. 1. He gets 5x more bully like and starts acting like he actually wants the others dead and isn't just doing it cause he finds it funny. 2. Losing you completely changes him. After enough time he is actually able to get over you and improves as a person to honor you. 3. Acts like it doesn't even happen and is the same as before. But if anyone brings you up he either gets violent, depressed, or both. For the sake of this I'm going to go with two as it's the most f#*&$@% up. Jax missed you. He missed you a lot. But he's a tough rabbit and isn't just going to give up cause your gone. That's Gangle's job, The little push over. He mourns losing you for a while but is surprisingly able to get over it. Once he is ready to join the others again he acts differently. He doesn't bully or prank. And any jokes he says are incredibly light hearted. Like he's scared, of what? The others don't know. Ragatha appreciates the change but knows that it only happened because he's been put though a lot of pain. He starts helping on adventures and doing his best to cheer everyone up. But then he sees you again. Sees you in the flesh not in a dream, or a nightmare. He wants so badly to run up to you and give you a big ol hug and take you back to his room for cuddles. But he can see in your eyes and the way your breathing. While that is your body. That isn't you. As he watches Caine put you back in the cellar he starts glitching and holding on to his head like it'll split if he doesn't. But before anyone can comfort him or ask if he's ok he's back up and just as cheerful as ever. From that day on he didn't allow himself to feel anything. Good, bad, neutral. None of it. He loved you. And look where that got him. Chance of abstraction 3/10
Pomni
Yeah this'll end well. Totally. 100% So for Pomni it does kind of depend on how long she's been there. If she's still new it wont affect her as much as she didn't know you that well. If she's been there a while then she's going down with the ship. Her ship. You. Pomni was still pretty new to the circus and the digital world. But with you and Ragatha's constant reassurance and help she got used to it rather quickly. You and Pomni got close enough to start dating getting far enough into it to ask Caine for date nights Be warned, He can and will watch you two go out. But just as she was starting to feel comfortable with this place and happy to be with you, she lost you. She spends most of her time going over every single memory you two had together. And the more she nit picks the more she feels like it's her fault. You had been here so long, you had done so well. Then she showed up. And now your gone and trapped in a dank cellar. But she's still here. If it wasn't for Ragatha she would have joined you in that cellar really soon but she trudged on. She was there. When you got pulled out of that hole. She was there watching you shiver on the floor mumbling about something. She was there when you got put back in. That was it, the final nail in the coffin. Well at least she wont have to suffer so much every day. Chance of abstraction 9.5/10 (The base for this is "your another person trapped in the digital world. And you were dating the character. But then you abstracted. Some how while trapped in that cellar you un-abstracted but you couldn't get out. So being trapped in a pitch black, cold, and wet place broke you mind. Only for you to be pulled out by Caine and break your S/O's mind. At least you two can live in hell together.") (Hope you enjoyed. I wrote this while high off my ass on coffee and sugar. So that's why it's so long.)
xoxo, Jester
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waitingonher · 1 year
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dating percy jackson
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pairing: percy jackson x gn! reader
content warning: kissing & couple-ly things
word count: 2,144
author's note: first post on this account!! if any of this sounds familiar, it's cuz i used to have an account but i deleted it cuz i wanted to redo it or smth…LOL 😭😭 but requests are open and i'll be coming out with more original work. enjoy!!
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dating percy jackson would be like dating your best friend who you kiss and cuddle with occasionally.
percy’s not a very high maintenance kind of guy, so dating him would be more chill and relaxed. despite this, he’s still so, so incredibly sweet and cares about you so much.
even if he’s very oblivious sometimes…he’s still a sweetheart! 
he’ll do absolutely everything in his power to ensure that you’re safe and alright.
going on quests with him can lowkey get annoying sometimes because he’s always trying to protect you. 
but don’t get me wrong, he knows for a fact that you can definitely handle yourself, but he’s been through so much and the last thing he wants is you becoming injured or worse!! 
his protectiveness comes from a very genuine place, and you know that, but you sometimes like to tease him about it. 
your boyfriend suspiciously eyes the cave you’re supposed to inspect for your current quest, “y/n…” he pauses, turning to look at you, “are you 100 percent sure you’re gonna be okay all alone in there? i don’t like how quiet everything is.” 
you quirk an eyebrow at him, “percy, you’ve asked me this so many times that now i’m starting to think you’re doubting me and my abilities.” 
his eyes widen as he gives you a look of panic, “wait y/n no, i swear i didn’t mean it like that, i was just-” 
you put your arms around his neck, “babe, i’m teasing. i know you wouldn’t do that,” you say, chuckling at his reaction. 
percy rolls his eyes at you and places his hands on your waist, pulling you in for a kiss, “you’re the worst.” 
“i know,” you respond, laughing at your boyfriend. 
if you’re going on a quest without him though…expect him to be 100x more worried about you.
part of him wants to sneak out of camp to join you, but he knows that you’re more than capable of handling a quest without him.
all he can do is just make sure you’re prepared.
nothing, and i mean nothing will be forgotten as long as you have percy.
the night before you leave, he’ll ask you to sneak over to his cabin so he could spend as much time with you as possible.
percy claims it’ll be “a night full of relaxation before your big quest,” but with the way he’s bombarding you with questions regarding your preparedness, you don’t think you’re going to be in for a very relaxing night.
after taking a sip of your tea, you peer over at your boyfriend who opens his mouth to say something, “okay-” 
“love, if you’re going to ask me if i have everything, then the answer is yes,” you utter, leaning in to fix the crooked sheet mask on his face. 
percy chuckles, “how’d you know that’s what i was gonna say?”
“maybe it’s because you’ve been asking me that ever since i got here.” 
he smiles sheepishly, “oh…right.” 
and when you leave in the morning he’s asking you again if you have everything?? as if your supplies somehow vanished as you guys slept the previous night…
iris messages are also a HUGE thing between you guys. 
whether the two of you are away at school, or on a quest without each other, iris messages would be made at every single opportunity. 
cabin sleepovers are a regular for you and percy!
you guys try to have them every couple of weeks and it’s actually a mystery as to how you haven’t been caught yet.
you’ve definitely curated many funny stories of how you’d almost been discovered by a harpy.
percy prefers that you come over to his cabin instead of him going to yours.
this may or may not be due to that one incredibly embarrassing moment where a few of your siblings caught you guys kissing in your cabin’s bathroom… (you and percy were teased for a solid week after that incident) 
it’s safe to say that your boyfriend’s cabin has been the location of all your sleepovers since then. 
you and percy DEFINITELY come up with a really intricate handshake.
it’s the type of handshake that takes more than thirty seconds to complete and consumed most of your free time while you two were memorizing it.
“percy, i love you, but i swear to the gods, if you mess this up again…” 
“um…sorry y/n, but does my leg move this way or that way?” 
but once you and him had the routine down, your friends and other couples around camp were SO annoyed with you guys! 
looking back on it, you two lowkey feel bad for making them watch you guys perform your handshake for minutes on end. 
but what can you say? it’s just too good to not show off.  
you glance up from your interlocked hands with percy and turn your head to face your friends, “okay, are you guys sure you’re looking?” 
annabeth nods tiredly, “yes y/n…we’ve all been watching for the past ten minutes.”
“guys, i swear this is the last time we’ll do it and then you guys can go to bed,” percy announces to the group. 
your friends all collectively let out a groan at the thought of sitting through yet another round of your guys’ handshake. 
you overhear percy talking to one of his friends at the campfire, “okay sure, she might’ve written a song dedicated to you, but did you two create a thirty second long handshake that took literal weeks to memorize? that’s right. i didn’t think so dude.” 
dates are kinda limited at camp, but you guys make do with what you have! 
beach/lake dates are a total must for you and him. 
if you’re not completely confident in your swimming skills, then he’ll take it as an opportunity to teach you!
but if you are a competent swimmer, expect tons and tons of competitions.
whether it be races across the lake or seeing who can hold their breath the longest, you guys have done it all. 
percy then has the audacity to be surprised when he wins every single time…as if he isn’t a son of poseidon?? 
one of your favorite dates of all time was when you and percy went strawberry picking! after picking them, you two attempted to make your own homemade strawberry jam. and to your amazement, it actually turned out okay?? :O
all your friends were pleasantly surprised to hear that no one had burned the kitchen down. 
he also loves to participate in any activities or hobbies that you’re into.
on his own time, percy would try to research or ask your siblings/friends about your hobbies! (he doesn’t want you to find out though) 
he wants to learn more because he genuinely finds them interesting and wants to understand all the terms and definitions of the things you talk about.
but the biggest reason why percy does it, is so he can see your reaction when you talk to him about the subject and he actually responds with an educated answer on the matter instead of his usual head nods! the way your eyes widen and your lips pull back to display the beautiful grin that he’s grown to love so dearly!! it’s like he’s fallen in love all over again. 
once he sees the way you’re smiling at him, he thinks that he wouldn’t mind spending a few more hours in the library. 
percy loves that you show genuine enthusiasm when it comes to his passions and hobbies, so it’s a given that he wants to make you feel the same way. 
if he could, percy could honestly spend all day listening to you talk about your passions. it’s just something in the way your eyes light up that has him utterly hooked.
percy looks at you with such adoration that sometimes you think he’s bored of your rambling.
“ugh, i just love it when-” you gaze down at your boyfriend who has his head resting on your lap. you notice that he’s staring at you, “oh sorry percy, i didn’t mean to bore you.” 
he shoots up out of your lap and looks at you, absolutely dumbfounded, “bored?”
you nod.
“babe, how could i ever be bored of you?” your boyfriend questions with such certainty, as if it were a genuine mystery he wants to know the answer to. 
you give him a shy smile, “i dunno, it’s just you weren’t responding so i thought you got tired of me talking.“
percy smiles sheepishly, “sorry, i just didn’t wanna interrupt you, you looked so happy. and trust me, y/n, i’d listen to you talk all day long if i could.”
you chuckle at his reassurance and lean in for a chaste kiss, “okay weirdo.” 
you guys are that one couple who literally can communicate solely through eye contact. 
someone’s acting stupid in public? you look at percy and he looks at you. next thing you know, the both of you are stifling your laughter. 
on a quest and something feels off? one swift glance at each other and you immediately know what your next plan of action is. 
sometimes it does get annoying though. because now you’re in the middle of a serious camp meeting, tearing up while attempting to hold in the loud cackle you’re both about to let out. 
all because you looked at each other at the wrong moment.
#telapathicconnection
percy also loves it when you wear his clothes!
especially when it’s a jacket or hoodie of his. it’s more personal to percy because it’s not just any other camp half-blood shirt that everyone has. 
he just feels so prideful knowing that it’s you walking around in his clothes. he just goes wild at the sight of you in them. to him, it’s a very effective way of telling everyone that you guys are dating. percy wants the world to know that you’re his and his only! 
one thing about percy is that no matter what, he’ll always make time for you.
oh you’re not feeling well? he’s dropping whatever he’s doing to go see you. you need someone to talk to? he won’t leave you feeling upset, so he’ll create an excuse to leave the sparring arena. 
you obviously do the same for your boyfriend, but you think it’s endearing how he’s so dedicated to you and will do absolutely anything to be there for you. 
when it comes to pda, he doesn’t really mind. his favorite form of pda is hand holding! whether you’re holding hands, linking pinkies, or linking arms, he just loves to show you off while walking about the camp grounds. in general, he just prefers to be touching you in some sort of way. 
at the campfire, he likes to have your hand in his lap so he can play with your fingers. (or your rings/bracelets if you do wear them!)
when you’re in bed, he likes to wrap his arm around your waist. but if you’re not big on cuddling, percy makes sure that his leg is touching your leg, or that he’s at least holding your hand. the list goes on but it’s just his way of telling you that he’s there, by your side!! 
you guys also most definitely have a polaroid camera. one christmas, you gifted him a dark blue polaroid and ever since then, it’s just been nonstop photos of one another. because of the fact that phones aren’t allowed, this is the next best thing to capture memories.
percy can’t even name how many photos he has of you in his nightstand, there’s a lot. so many to the point that he uses an old shoe box of his to hold them all.
but his absolute favorite photo (he keeps this one in his wallet) is a photo of you two sitting on the edge of the pier at the canoe lake. it was taken just after training, sweat drips down both of your temples, and your guys’ cheeks are flushed red. percy is holding the camera with his right hand while he has his left hand wrapped around your shoulders, both of you leaning into each other. and the sun is setting, shades of purples and oranges swirling together to create a gorgeous backdrop for the photo. you two are both smiling, eyes scrunched tightly (partially due to the sun) and teeth wide on display.
he just thoroughly adores your smile.
percy thinks you’re the prettiest person he’s ever seen. especially when you smile like that. and to think that’s how happy he makes you?? he could die happily with no regrets.
all in all, percy jackson is such an amazing boyfriend who loves you with all of his being. 10/10 would definitely date again!! 
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mangowafflesss · 8 months
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Wrong Room | Gaz x F!Reader
Paring: Uni!Gaz x F!Reader
Summary: After fleeing a party you seek solace in an empty bedroom which turns out to not be empty... {FLUFF}
WC: 1,887
Part 2
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Rushing inside, you shut the door quickly behind you and let out a deep breath and close your eyes as you rest your head against the door. The loud music coming from outside makes your head pound and you want nothing more than to go home, but sadly you can’t without your roommate. 
Opening your eyes you’re immediately met with the concerned look of Kyle Garrick, who is sitting at his desk playing a video game - which is currently paused due to your intrusion.  
“What are you doing in here?” His headset was slightly askew on his head and you just blink at him, did you really just walk into the wrong room?
“Hi. Um- I’m sorry I got the wrong room” you turn to exit the room but fumble with the doorknob and it falls off in your hand. “Wait-” his words were too late as the damage had already been done. 
Turning back around with the brown sphere in hand, you give him a wonky smile and blush with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry…” he stands from his chair, which rolls back against his bed and walks over to you. 
“Yeah, it uh needs to be fixed and if the pin has fallen then well… we’re stuck” he gets onto his knees and checks the door and as he tries to put the knob back on. It falls again. 
Gulping he looks up at you and he could see the tears forming in your eyes already. “Hey hey, it’ll be okay we just need to get someone to open it on the other side” he shrugs his shoulders and your eyes glance over to the door where loud music is still blasting. 
Reaching down to your bag you realise you left it in the other room, the one you were supposed to go into originally. “Shit, do you have your phone?” You ask and watch as he reaches over his bed to grab it. Unlocking it and passing it to you, your fingers fly over the screen trying to find Johnny’s number “C’mon Soap answer please” you tap your foot on the ground and when he doesn’t answer you roll your eyes and sigh. 
“Why does Soap never answer his phone” you groan and look through his contacts for anyone else you knew was out there, but sadly he doesn’t have many. 
“Well your first mistake is ringing him in an emergency and I also don’t have your roommates number so I think we’re stuck” realisation sinks in as you hear him say he doesn’t have Farah’s number, you’re going to be trapped with Kyle in his smelly bedroom. Rushing over to the door you bang your fists against it hoping someone would hear you over the music. 
“No one will hear you” he was sat back down at his desk and you eventually drop your arms by your side. Sulking, you drop on the edge of his bed and sit there with your head in your hands. “I didn’t even want to be here in the first place” you mumble to yourself but Kyle heard what you said. 
“Then why come? No offence but if I didn’t want to do anything I wouldn’t do it” 
“Is that why you trapped yourself in here all night” you removed your hands from your face and pointed to his computer monitor. 
“Exactly! I didn’t feel like doing anything and this is Soaps party so why not hide in my room, also if I’m in here no one will have sex in my bed” he seemed really proud of that fact and you smiled at him. Maybe you could at least enjoy your night in here away from everyone. Even if you don’t really know Kyle that well. 
All you knew was, he is Soaps roommate and also was doing the same degree as him. You’ve only ever spoken to him a handful of times and it was either hello or goodbye. Perhaps it was a good time to get to know him better, seeing as he’s technically a friend. 
“What are you playing?” You question as you watch the screen flicker and light up the room as he… shoots people? 
Standing from the bed, you stand beside him and rest an arm at the top of his chair. He could smell your perfume waft towards him which makes him lose focus and die. “Oh damn, was that my fault?” You place a hand on your chest and play with your necklace. 
“No don’t worry about it, do you want to sit down?” You look around the room for another chair but frown when you don’t see one. When you felt him tap you on the arm you look at where he was now stood and furrow your brows. He points to his chair and you make an ‘o’ shape with your mouth. “I can’t break your door handle and steal your chair” you say shaking your head and he grabs a wooden crate and stands it on the side. 
“I’m alright here, you sit there” he pushes the chair towards you and you hesitantly sit down. It was super warm from his body heat and you find yourself snuggling into it. As you were too busy getting comfy you flinch when you feel something touch your ears, looking up you see Kyle smiling down at you with another headset in his hands. Grabbing it from his hands you put it on and listen to the sounds of the game filter through your ears. 
You occasionally looked over at where he sat and watched how he bites his lip when he’s concentrating. You couldn’t believe you were saying this but maybe it was also the little alcohol you had in your system making your brain a little fuzzy. As you stared at him you thought he looked quite… pretty. Ethereal. The way the screen lit up his face made it stand out the best parts of him, including the scar on his face you just want to reach out and touch. 
When he caught you staring he slid off his headphones and you did the same. “Are you okay?” Nodding your head you let out a yawn and give him a small smile. “You can lay down if you want” he points at his bed and you start to giggle to yourself. 
“You want me in your bed Kyle?” You tease and watch as he becomes flustered and start to play with the drawstrings of his hoodie. “I’m just kidding, I know you’re not like that” you give him another friendly, genuine smile and stretch your back. 
Kyle looks you up and down and notices the probably uncomfortable dress you were wearing, his gaze lingers slightly but he shakes his thoughts away and stands up, walking over to his dresser. 
Opening the broken drawer you let out another giggle and he looks over his shoulder at you “Is anything in your room not broken?” 
“Probably just my bed” he huffs a laugh. 
He pulls out something with a triumphant sound and you tilt your head trying to see what he’s got. He holds out a dark grey T-shirt and you look at him confused. 
“So you can sleep, I’m sure that dress isn’t comfy to sleep in” 
“Hmm I don’t know, it’s pretty comfy when blackout drunk on the bathroom floor” you smile ear to ear and take it from him. Looking around his room you make a clicking sound with your mouth when you figure out where to get changed. 
“Could you… turn around” you ask and see his eyes avert from your body and he turned so fast. 
“You know, I’ll probably not sleep with that music still playing” 
“You don’t have to sleep, maybe we could watch something, if you like” 
There was a still silence through the room as you got changed, Kyle stared at the wall twirling his thumb around the other waiting for you to finish. 
“Umm do you have any pants I could wear, this shirts a bit short” 
“Shorter than that dress?” 
“Obviously! Unless this was your intention all along Kyle Garrick” your tone was playful and you could see his back tense up and freeze. 
How could someone be so attractive from behind? 
You see him move over to the drawers and dig through his things “I threw some stuff out so how about a pair of boxers?” He holds them up for you to see over his shoulder. 
“Sure, I guess they’ll do. Don’t want you staring at my ass” you whisper the last part into his ear as you take the briefs out of his hands. 
“Okay, I’m done!” you shout to him and go over to his bed. Pushing back the covers you climb inside and fluff the one pillow that’s on your side. 
Kyle watched you get yourself comfy and broke out of his trance and grabbed his laptop. He throws it onto the bed and then takes his hoodie off, you see the small slither of his stomach as his shirt rolled up and avert your eyes. 
He slides into the bed beside you and bumps his shoulder against yours. Ignoring it, he grabs the laptop and opens it. “So… what do you wanna watch?” he asks while tapping in his password. 
“Whatever, I’m not picky” you slide down so you're on your back and watch his movements as he finds something for you both to watch. 
Once you’re both settled and watching the movie, you both speak lightly and eventually you both forget about it.
“I can’t believe he would flood an entire house with bubbles!” you were grabbing your stomach as you laughed, the image of the incident fresh in your mind. 
“Yeah at least he got an annoying nickname out of it” 
“Mm, you know what Kyle. I’m glad I came in here tonight, you’ve been the best company I’ve had for a while” you smile as you mean every word. 
“Well, I didn't have a choice. Someone broke my doorknob” he gave you an accusative look and you frown and push him away “Don’t blame me! You just said its been broken since you moved in”  
“And you beat me up in my own bed” he tuts while shaking his head and holds his arm where you pushed him feigning pain. 
Yawning once more you realised you’ve become more tired. Laying down with your head against the pillow you turn your head and see him do the same. 
“Do we need a pillow wall or can I trust you Garrick” you smirk and watch as he turns the other way. 
“I don’t know, can I trust you?” his voice was muffled but you just laughed and turned off the lamp next to his bed. 
Several Hours Later
“Oi Kyle, I’m so sorry dude I lost my phone-” Soap burst through the door and stops as he sees the sight before him. 
“Farah! Come see this” he whispers and the brunette comes in and gasps.
“They look so cute!” 
You were cuddled up against Kyles chest as he has his arms wrapped around you. Both of you looked at peace and slowly both of them walk out of the room and close the door - making you both stay in there for longer.
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mournings-stars · 2 months
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Could I request an Alastor x reader? mostly smut, however i love fluff with aftercare and such
I was thinking the premise being of a reader who was and old friend from cannibal town coming to the hotel maybe? (cis fem reader)
hellohello! i personally don’t write smut for alastor but here’s a little fluff for you/how im comfortable writing for alastor!! its a bit of an ambiguous relationship but i hope thats fine :)
alastor x cannibal town fem reader (i may make this into a multi-part fic)
There was more than one reason Alastor brought Charlie to Cannibal Town — yes, it’s important she met Rosie, but he also had business to attend to while she did. He excused himself, heading down the street, several shops down, and into a narrow alleyway where he opened a hidden door to a small shop.
It was two small rooms and a back kitchenette. The walls of the first room were lined with bookshelves that made a narrow aisle to the back of the store. There, was an open seating area with sofas, armchairs, and a roaring fireplace across from the small register in the corner. It certainly wasn’t supposed to feel like a store where you had to buy something, but one where you could if you really wanted to.
“Welcome in!” A very sweet voice came from the back of the shop, a hint of an old, long-lost accent that made Alastor’s smile widen. “I’ll be right with you!”
“Take your time,” he hummed, and immediately heard shuffling from the other room before you stumbled into the front. “Hello, my dear!”
“Alastor!?” You gasped, lifting the hem of your skirt to rush over to him and hug him. He stiffened, a high pitched radio frequency sounding from his microphone and making you step back. “Sorry—“ You straightened out his suit jacket with a smile tugging at your lips as he watched you. When your fussing became too much, he placed a very calm hand over yours and gave you a gentle smile. You laughed under your breath and stepped back. “Sorry—“
“You said that already, my dear — and there’s no need to!” You nodded as he squeezed your hand before letting it go. “No need at all!”
“Right, right… How are you? Where have you been? I’ve… missed you.” Your excited tone dampened as you finished, clearing your throat and offering a smaller smile when it faltered. “But I’m glad to see you’re alright.”
“You were always too kind to me!” He said cheerily, walking to the second room to have a seat on the couch.
“Can I get you anything, Al?”
“Just a bit of precious time,” he said a little too sweetly, waiting for you to sit across from him. But you made yourself busy, pouring hot water over tea and preparing a plate of sweets for the two of you to share. “Tell me how you’ve been!” He said impatiently as he watched you go anywhere but toward him.
“Ah… where to start?” You hummed, leaning against the countertop. “I thought you might’ve…” You waved your hand dismissively, but as he’d gone missing just after an extermination, he understood and hummed along. “And since you never told me anything—“
“It was all so sudden, I would’ve left you a note—“
“A note?” You scoffed, but moved on when he nodded, going to get teacups for the two of you. “Anyway, I met someone.”
“Did you?” He sounded unimpressed, watching you get sugar and spoons; anything to avoid sitting down. “So quickly?”
“It took a few years.” He hummed along. “And it didn’t last—“ He laughed snidely. “—It felt very… wrong—”
“I'm sure,” he was almost too quick to say.
“And… They were exterminated, anyway.”
He looked very happy to hear that fact, but said nothing until he got his expression under control. “Shame,” he said, tone crass. “I would have loved to have met them.”
“I’m sure,” you repeated, throwing him a pointed look that he beamed at. “The years have become a bit blurry,” you continued.
“Have they?”
“I spend most of my time here, talking with Rosie. Missing you.“
“Ah, yes… You said that.” His smile dampened. “Surely you moved on?” But he was hopeful you didn’t, and he knew his hopes were answered when you stayed quiet and poured your tea. You remembered how much sugar he liked, and how much cream, not even bothering to ask before you put the cups on the plate and walked to the couches. “I always thought of you,” he admitted, taking the cup you offered, “but I could never go to you… I watched from afar.” He cleared his throat, sipping his tea and forcing his smile to stay put. “And I felt…” His eyes drifted to nothing as he thought back on those seven years. “Excruciatingly bored.”
You laughed. “Does that mean you missed me too?”
He narrowed his eyes, taking the plate from you before you could get anything else. “Why don’t you have a seat next to me?” He set the plate on the end table. “I didn’t come here to be served; I came to, finally, get the chance to see you again.” And then he offered his hand, and the small gesture of vulnerability made you understand that yes;
He missed you very much.
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neoarchipelago · 1 year
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And they were roommates (Part 10)
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A/N : God... part 10 already! i am so so scared to post this chapter i'm torn to be in between this is good and this is trash so... be merciful!
Warnings: VIOLENCE! BLOOD! GRAPHIC !
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The realization kept spinning in your brain. He was darkends. He had been so close to you from the beginning. Fuck he knew you before you started working on the damn mission! 
"I… Don't understand… you moved in before I started working on this…" you questioned. 
He sent you a look in the rear view mirror. 
"Correct. The mission had started before they asked you to join. I was supposed to simply make sure they were failing. Infiltrating the base, keeping undercover, ruining your search and probably send you on a wrong path." He explained. 
You watched through the car window, trying to figure out where he was taking you. 
While you started thinking about some way to escape, your mind quickly stopped on your connected watch. 
"But then I met you. Such a pretty girl." 
The praise made you nauseous. He watched the road as you started preparing your move on your watch. 
"You started working on the mission and fuck" he chuckled. "You became even more interesting!" He cheered. 
You kept clicking on your watch, sending your location to your contacts. All of them because you weren't exactly paying attention. 
While you were working on your laptop in the hideout, while you kept passing over and over the events that almost got you killed, you had decided to prepare a little safety net. You hacked your connected watch, creating a locking system that would send your live location to contacts of choice. You thanked your past self. 
"You were so bright, so smart, you managed to fully counter my attacks or find every little thing I tried to hide. Your mind… fascinated me." He kept obsessing. 
You could have been flattered if this wasn't said by a psychopath stalker trying to kidnap you. You were loosening the strap of your watch taking it off. You let it fall on the floor making sure to hide the small watch in your pocket. 
"So you decided to try to kill me ?! That makes no fucking sense Peter! If that's even your real name!" You raged. Fuck your throat right now. 
"Oh it is. It's not Hansen though. I didn't try to kill you. You were so sad when I met you… remember?" He spoke in an angrier tone. 
You were trying to figure something out, some way to escape even if you had to jump out of the car. 
"Because of that dickhead." 
"Don't call him that!" You yelled. 
"Shut up!" He roared. 
You were taken aback. It was the first time he actually yelled at you.
"That fucking asshole left you broken. And then he comes back and you let yourself be manipulated by him! You were meant to be fucking MINE." 
You felt your skin crawl. He was turning completely mad. And you were feeling the panic grow. 
"You and me…. Can you think about it? How we'd be the most powerful couple ever? We'd be Bonnie and Clyde…" 
"They fucking died…" you noted. 
"Such a smart mouth. You're lucky I also like that about you." He threatened. 
You bit your lip. Now wasn't the moment to be a smart ass. 
"So yeah. I got jealous. I thought maybe I could make you realize he wouldn't keep you safe. And then I'd propose to be your bodyguard and you know, make you fall for me… make you realize how good we'd be together." He kept explaining. 
You were finally understanding where he was headed. To one of the bases exit. He was trying to take you out of the base. 
"You won't be able to take me far. Even if you leave the base." You said. 
"Don't worry. I have friends waiting for us." He smirked. 
You swallowed hard. 
"What are you going to do with me…" that scary question was the only thing in your mind now. 
"That'll depend on you." 
The way he said it scared you horribly. It was terrifying. 
The tension was broken by your phone ringing. Price was calling you. 
"Go on birdie. Answer. Put it on speakerphone and give. It."
You obeyed, although unwillingly. 
"Sparrow, where are you?!" 
He sent a look in the rearview mirror for you to answer. 
"I'm in the car with Hansen." 
"Are you alright?! We found Soap." 
"Is he alright?!" You worried immediately. 
"He's ok. He said Hansen injected him with something." 
"What?! What the fuck did you do! You said you didn't hurt him!" You yelled, making Price aware of the listener. 
"I didn't. I simply tranquilized him. He took a nap." He laughed. 
"Hansen. What's going on?!" Laswell roared. 
"I'm simply taking what belongs to me." He spoke matter of factly. 
"What are you talking about?" 
"My birdie." 
Silence fell on the call. You knew she had understood. She knew the truth. 
"You won't be able to leave this base, I can assure you that." She said. 
"Ah don't worry. I'll manage. Where's the other disguised idiot? Hand him over. I want to speak to him." 
You closed your eyes. No. This was going to be horrible. You were absolutely shocked to hear Price laugh. You opened your eyes wide, a look of confusion on your face. 
"He's already gone. He got in his Jeep and is hunting you down." 
You saw Peter visibly pale. 
"He doesn't even know who you really are. You hurt his friend. You stole his bunny. You're already fucking dead." 
Peter grabbed the phone in a fury, opening his window and throwing it out. You gasped out loud. 
"Hey!" You scolded. 
"Don't try me!" He threatened again. 
You were getting dangerously close to the exit. You couldn't let him bring you out of base. You couldn't.  The idea of jumping out of the car finally settled in your mind when a glimpse of a vehicle to the left made your head turn. You had very little time to process what was happening when the impact made your seatbelt block. A military car had driven right into the car you were in at full speed, aiming for the driver's seat. 
Both cars were now at a stop, your head ringing. You were hyperventilating, now watching Gaz and Konig stepping out of the car and aiming their guns at Peter. He immediately made the car roar, trying to drive away when a second impact made you shake again. You yelled this time. Peter's car was stuck in between two big ones. You had to get out now, you had to make a run for it. 
Your blood ran cold when you saw Peter reach for his own gun. No nononoo.. FUCK. 
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE CAR!" Soap's voice roared. 
Soap… fuck. They were here. They were here. 
You pushed the seatbelt, finally freeing yourself and opening the car door. 
"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE BITCH!" Peter Screamed. 
Konig appeared in a flash, grabbing Peter's shirt through the window, taking his attention from you. In another flash a black shadow passed over the hood of the car pushing Konig away and throwing the driver's side door open. 
"Simon!" You let out in between a yelp and a whine. 
He wasn't listening. He had a knife in his hand. He cut through the seatbelt like butter. He grabbed Peter's gun, throwing it somewhere on the ground. He very roughly pulled Peter out. 
You were frozen in place. Your mind was trying to process what was happening. Everything was happening so fast… Your car door opened, making you jump. 
"Y/N!" 
You cried. You let out a broken exhale and you cried. 
"Johnny…" 
"You're ok! You're ok! We're here!" He smiled, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you out. 
You wrapped your arms around his neck. He was ok. He was fine. God, you felt so guilty. He got hurt because of you. If he had been killed-
"I'm ok! I'm ok… breathe. We need to get you out of here!" He soothed. 
"It's darkends!" You let out loud in between cries. 
He froze. He immediately turned to the rest of the team, catching Gaz's eyes as he wasn't too far. 
"HE'S THE HACKER!" Gaz repeated in a yell.
You looked at Ghost who had Peter pinned against the car, arms behind his back. As soon as it clicked in his brain, he threw Peter to the ground and jumped on him. Your eyes widened. 
You pushed by Soap, surprising him enough to give you a chance to run around the car to keep the fighting men into view. 
"Y/N NO!" You heard him reprimand.
You froze at the sight, Ghost was on top of Peter repeatedly punching him in the face, blood coating his hand. 
Soap caught you as Ghost reached for his firearm, pointing it at Peter's head. It took a second. No hesitation.
"DON'T LOO-" 
The gunshot made you jump. Soap's voice lost in the sound. Your ears ringing. 
It's funny how your brain fixates on the little things during shocking moments. For you it was the little splashes of blood on his mask. You could see them as Simon noticed you, wide eyed. 
That's all you could take in before Soap made you forcefully turn around. 
"BLOODY HELL Y/N" he screamed worriedly.
You tried to catch your breath. More cars came rushing. You could hear Price and Laswell's voices. It was over. He was gone. Darkends… Peter. He was dead. Your were safe. You were shocked. And what terrified you wasn't the fact that Simon just executed him in front of you. He clearly didn't mean to show you such a horrible thing. You knew it. He had tried to shield you from the sight by pushing Peter to the ground. No. What terrified you was how grateful you were that he did it. That he killed him. 
The thought was horrible. But Peter was dead. And you were glad he was. Because that man, who helped human traffickers, drug dealers and other horrible people, had used people to get to you, had tried to kill you and kidnapped you. 
"Hey hey hey!" 
You blinked, finally falling back into reality. Kate was looking at you, features torn in worry. Her hands on your cheeks. You took a deep breath. 
"Are you alright?!" 
You nodded. 
"I… I'm fine. It's… over" you stumbled over your words. 
She held you, her arms now wrapping around your shoulders. Price was behind her, talking to Soap. You could clearly understand Soap explaining how you had witnessed Ghost kill Peter. The shock in Ghost's eyes flashed in your mind. No! Fuck! 
You couldn't be sure but he was probably feeling horrible having done that in front of you. He probably thought you hated him, that you thought horribly of him. 
You pushed Kate off of you. 
"Simon…" you called. 
"Y/N-" she tried.
"I want Simon!" Your voice broke as another cry escaped your lips. 
You needed him. You fucking needed him. You wanted him to hold you. And never fucking let you go. You felt vulnerable. The whole situation, the whole fallback of emotions made you want to be wrapped into his arms.
"Y/N." Price approached. "Not now. You need to leave this place." 
You were going to interrupt him. But he kept trying to reason you. 
"He needs to calm down-" 
"No!" You screamed, you've never heard this desperation in your voice before.
Soap looked divided. But as he looked at you, the way you were begging him through your gaze, he made up his mind. 
"LT!" He called. 
Price and Laswell turned to him furious. 
Your breath quickened. You weren't leaving without him. Fuck. You'd leave with him.
Price turned back to face you this time looking behind you. 
"Simon-" he started. 
But too late you had already turned around. Fucking hell. He looked absolutely nightmarish. His full black tactical clothes, his skull mask bloodied. His black hood casting a shadow on it. Even like that you could see pupils blown out. 
You must be insane. You must have gone completely mad. Because all you could see was his eyes. All you could notice was how hard he was breathing, how his shoulders were incredibly tense. 
Yes. Everyone must have thought you had gone completely insane. Because you ran to him, wrapping your arms around his waist burying your face in his chest. It took him a second before wrapping his arms around you. 
"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry… fuck… I'm sorry…" he chanted repeatedly. 
He held you tightly. You could hear Laswell and Price barking orders. But you blocked it out. You needed this. You needed to be in his arms. He saved you again. He rushed to come to you. 
"I'm sorry…" he let out again. 
"Simon" 
He stopped, looking at you directly, awaiting orders. As if your every word was a command. 
"Take me away…Please... Take me out of here…" You asked. 
He didn't hesitate. He held your hand, pulling you with him towards Price. 
"Price!" He roared, capturing the man's attention. "I'm taking her out of here!" 
He nodded, throwing him his keys. 
"Take her to the hideout!" Price ordered. 
You would have preferred to go home but your home had been trashed… it wasn't the best idea.
He held your hand as he pulled you to the passenger seat, making sure to block your view of the mess behind him. 
"Close your eyes…" he ordered softly. 
"But-"
"Please. Fuck. Bunny, please." He pleaded. 
So you did. You closed your eyes. You heard the car door open. You trusted him as led you in, sitting you and buckling you up. You kept your eyes closed as he closed the door and until his opened. Even then and until you were rolling away, you kept them closed. 
"You can open them now…" he softly let out. 
You batted your eyes, adjusting back to the light. You turned to him. His grip on the steering wheel was rough. 
"Simon…" you called. 
He flinched but didn't look at you. He was clearly speeding. Very clearly. 
"Simon!" You whined. 
"We're almost there. Please." 
You took a deep breath, Falling silent. 
"You did good…" 
You almost thought you imagined it. 
"I.. did?" You asked. 
"Yes. You did so good. Sending me your location. Being brave. You did good." 
The praise was oddly comforting. 
You had managed to arrive at the hideout in a crazy time frame. You both walked out. You were slightly calmer even if your heart still played drums in your chest. You walked to the front door, two soldiers standing in front of it. You walked in, Ghost behind you. The door closed, leaving you both finally alone to face the inevitable. 
After several seconds he spoke. 
"I'll tell the men to keep guard. Laswell should be joining you soon." 
You looked, appalled, as he turned to leave. 
"You're leaving?" 
For the second time, you didn't recognize the heartbroken tone in your own voice. He was running away. He didn't want to face you.
He looked at you immediately, worry in his eyes. 
"You… Want me to stay?" He asked in dismay. 
"Yes.. please… you're the only one I want to stay with…" you admitted. 
He looked completely lost. You wanted to make him understand how badly he mattered to you. That you found a peace in his violence that was insane. Unreal.
"I. Just executed someone, in front of you." He started, fully turning to you. "I will never fucking forgive myself for it" 
"You don't have to! I ran to you! You tried to hide it!" You knew where this was going. You could feel it. 
"You should have been taken away right away! I should have ordered Soap to do it! You didn't deserve it- " 
"I RAN TO YOU! " You cried out. Your poor throat reminding you that it was a terrible idea. 
You were both out of breath. He was slipping away from you… he was slipping through your fingers every second that passed he was pulling himself away from your embrace. He was trying to break everything, trying to save you from himself. He didn't seem to understand that you needed to drown in him.
"Don't…" you desperately asked. 
"Don't what…" he asked in a hopeless tone. 
"Don't do that to me… Simon please…" you wanted to cry. You wanted him to feel how helpless you were feeling. How much you loved him. How much you needed him. 
"Don't walk away from me…" your tear stained face begged. 
He closed his eyes. 
"I'm a fucking monster." 
"No. You're Simon!" You stepped closer to him as he opened his eyes. 
"You're lieutenant Simon Ghost Riley!!" You captured his clothed face in your hands. 
"You're my Simon ghost Riley…" you whispered. "Please… tell me you're not giving up on me… please… tell me I'm yours too…" 
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you incredibly close. 
"Are you not scared of me?" He asked in a breath. 
"No…" you answered. 
"Don't you hate me? Despise me?" 
"Never.." 
"You're fucking crazy." He concluded. 
You giggled bittersweetly. 
"You make me crazy…" 
"I am a monster." 
"Simon-" 
"I am. You should find better. You would be happier…" 
"I want my monster. I want all of him, I only feel safe and important with him…" 
He choked on a breath. 
"You wanted an answer." He started. 
You frowned a bit in confusion. 
"You wanted me to make up my mind. To tell you." He explained. 
You finally understood. Yes. You had asked him. You held your breath. 
"I want you in my life. Fuck you're all I want in my life. Tell me you want to be mine… I swear I'll never fucking leave you… I'll be as loyal as a dog, I swear I'll do everything to make you happy." He pleaded in a dark tone that contrasted heavily with the vow he was preaching. 
"Simon." You called making him look at you in the eyes. "I'm already yours." 
His hand left your waist to lift his mask up to his nose. Your breath hitched, time slowing when his lips fell on yours. You felt dizzy. His lips against yours in a desperate kiss to ground you both to each other. His soft tongue pleading access to more, that you willingly admitted, your own craving of more, of him, burning through you. The world disappeared. You had read this many times in books. You had never thought you would ever get to a point where you finally understood it. 
He groaned against you, you wrapped your hands around his neck. He lifted you up, sitting you on the table. You spread your legs, trapping him in between and pulling him closer. You were addicted. Absolutely lost. He kissed you like you were the only reason he'd ever inhale and exhale again. Desperately. His taste on your tongue was something you wanted to imprint in your mind forever.
You almost pitied the fact that you had to breathe when you separated to catch your breaths. He remained there. His forehead touching yours. You remained eyes closed. 
The atmosphere had entirely changed. It was as if you weren't being kidnapped thirty minutes ago. 
"Simon… don't leave…" you begged in a murmur. 
"Never." 
The night had fallen very quickly. Laswell had indeed passed by. She was relieved you were fine. She also fully understood that you needed time and decided to leave you two alone for a few days. The day had been terribly long. Horribly. You and Simon didn't let go of each other for hours, even dining with you sitting on his lap. Poor man hadn't even changed when it was finally time to go to bed. 
"Hey… bunny…" he called softly. 
You shook your head, knowing what he wanted to say. 
"Bunny come on… I need to change… you're gonna get dirty." 
"Don't care…" 
He chuckled. He sounded relieved. 
"Y/N, I promise .. I hop in the shower and I come to bed with you if you want. It'll take five minutes, I swear." He tried to convince you. 
You didn't want to let him go. But you understood he probably wanted to wash away all reminders of what happened. You nodded against his neck. He walked to the bed and softly dropped you. He grabbed Reaper from the ground. 
"Here doll, your plushie."
"Reaper…" you corrected him. 
He chuckled. Taking out his gloves, he let one of his thumbs run over your cheeks, brushing your hair away.
"I'll be right back." 
He was already ripping off his tactical gear as he walked out. You had time to catch a glimpse of his back, various bruises and scars, more or less recent painted it. It made you want to follow him and kiss every single one of them. Maybe it was too much… everything that was happening was confusing but fuck at the moment you couldn't care less. 
He had kept his promise, around 5 minutes after, he was back in the room, a towel around his midsection. 
Your breath caught in your throat. 
You sat in the bed. He was wearing a new balaclava. 
"Simon…" you called. 
You watched the bruises and cuts on his chest with a worried look. He stepped closer to you, grabbing your chin in one hand softly. 
"Hey. Eyes up." 
You obeyed.
"It's nothing. It's just a scratch. Alright?" 
You whined. 
"Shu-huhu…" he soothed. 
Fuck… your mind was a fucking blurr. You weren't drunk this time. But the adoration, the heart eyes were back. 
"It's nothing, little one…" 
You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch. 
"Fuck…" he cursed under his breath.
You opened them back slowly. 
"Turn around love, let me just grab some pants." 
You blushed, nodding. You turned around facing the wall. You heard him open his bag that he had brought into your room earlier. A few seconds later you felt the bed dent. You glanced back as he slipped under the covers with you. His arms immediately wrapped around you, pulling you to his chest. 
You both sighed at the same time. 
"Simon…" you called. 
"Yes bunny…" 
"Thank you for coming to save me…" you let out in a whisper.
"Darling… I will always come for you." He whispered in your ear. 
"I'm so glad it's over" 
"I'm glad too…" 
You smiled. 
"Let's sleep, little bunny… It's late." 
You whined a bit. 
"I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. " 
You closed your eyes at that. The warmth and the comfort of his arms and body pulled you  to sleep. 
The two next days felt out of reality. Laswell didn't contact you and the rest of the squad didn't pass by. It was only the two of you. And you couldn't let go of each other. Especially Simon. You didn't fully understand what was happening. You honestly didn't care. A silent agreement stood between you two that nothing mattered. No questions on the relation, no questions on behavior, nothing. 
You just basked in each other's presence. 
That night, you tried to get up to go to the bathroom. After close negotiations he had unwrapped his arms from you. You went to the bathroom, glanced at his dirty gear on the ground, and tried to put it in the washing machine. Tried. Because he had already crawled out of bed to find you.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"I'm just putting this in the washer for-" 
"Forget about that…" 
He picked you up bridal style. 
"S-simon…" you blushed. 
"Fuck that. Come back to bed." 
And you did. Not getting out of bed before 11 am the next day. 
You had shared brunch. He stood behind you, hands over your stomach and face in your neck while you washed the dishes in his shirt. Then he pulled you to him making you follow him on the couch where you both laid down, a blanket over you, some tv show on screen. 
When you went back to bed that night, you made the mistake of stepping inside your bedroom without him. 
"Where are you going?" He asked. 
"Oh.. hum… I thought you might want to rest without having me annoying you…" 
He had stepped closer to you, incredibly close. 
"One more night… please…" he whispered. 
"Anything…" you whispered back, gladly pulling him after you. 
It calmed down for a bit the next day. You were able to walk around the house without having Simon attached to you or running to pick you up to immobilize you against him. Though none of this bothered you, you tried to focus a bit on what happened. You also tried to buy a new phone. Even like that, he made you sit on the couch in between his legs, with your laptop on your lap. 
He was watching TV, fingertips drawing circles on your naked thighs. You had first cursed yourself for wearing PJ shorts, and then had lost all track of your search for a new device, leaning back against him. 
On the third day, things seemed to fall back into your old ways. Playful, kind, sweet. Again a silent contract linked you both, as if the two last days were yours to keep. It was a moment needed for the both of you, after a painful time. You still put off a serious conversation about your new relationship to a later time. 
The boys were finally allowed to pass by. Soap and Gaz had immediately hugged you. 
"Little Sparrow!" Soap cheered. 
You hugged them back. 
Konig was also here and even though you didn't know him well, you couldn't stop yourself from hugging him. He saved you too. 
"Thank you konig." 
He had rubbed the back of his head, giggling. 
Price had held you in his arms for a little while before planting a kiss in your hair and stepping back. 
You all sat in the small living room space. Simon was still very possessive and made you sit in his lap on the ground, hands wrapped tightly around your waist. 
"Thank you everyone. For keeping me safe and saving me. And… I'm so sorry johnny…" 
"No no! Don't worry. I've gone through much worse. I'm the one who should be apologizing. I fucked up…" 
You shook your head. 
"No… we were all under pressure… no one suspected him." 
"I did." Interrupted Simon. 
You smiled. 
"Yeah… you did…" 
You could see the boys looking at each other, obviously a question on their mind. The burning question. Soap felt the bravest.
"Soo… what's this?" Soap asked changing subject and pointing repeatedly in between the both of you. 
You blushed heavily. Soap's grin growing. 
"She's my girlfriend." 
You were? Fuck. 
"Am I?" You asked, looking at him. "You never asked" You teased. 
"I asked you to be mine. You said you were. So, mine." He stated without a worry in the world. 
The boys laughed and you nestled closer to him. You spent the rest of the day hanging out together, finally at peace. 
In the next few days you met with Laswell. A few things had to be resolved. Your room needed a makeover. You wanted darkends's devices to gather information. 
"We'll keep his devices but you can't have them now. You need some time away from all of this." 
You had rolled your eyes but deep down you agreed. This had been a close call. Way too close. She had told you she would keep you informed about the apartment so for now you remained in the hideout with Simon. The boys passing by very often. 
You had been very happily shopping, the military giving you a huge amount of money as reparation for almost being killed in their care. You had bought new components for a brand new PC, a new phone, clothes and other things. One thing that you seemed to absolutely love doing was asking Simon's opinion on everything. 
"Simon, do you like this shirt?" 
"You'll look adorable in it." He kissed your forehead. 
You even used this new hobby to tease him. 
"What do you think of this skirt?" You smiled innocently. 
It had entirely backfired. 
"If you promise to wear no panties with it, it'll become my favorite piece of clothing." He growled.
You had blushed and thrown him a pillow. 
Some moments of serious talk had also been present. 
"You know I'm doing something dangerous… it could put you in danger… Are you sure you want to be with me?" He asked. 
"Simon I don't need to date you to be in danger. I'm the one who keeps getting attacked and almost killed, you're the one who should be having second thoughts!" 
The Best moments were the ones where He would steal kisses from you whenever he could. He'd stare at you from afar, making blush. He'd always stare into your eyes, asking for permission to kiss you. As if you needed to ever say it out loud to him.  Sometimes it would heat up very fast, but he would always stop. Much to both of your frustrations. 
But you did have this conversation. He had wanted to, and asked to take things slowly. He wanted you to be sure of things before heading to more. 
You had wanted to go spend some money at the shopping center, asking him to come with you. He had politely declined, offering to call Soap, Konig and Gaz to go with you. Shopping wasn't particularly his favorite thing to do. He sat on the couch, legs spread, a file in hand, looking down at you. The sight was particularly comical yet extremely exciting. You had dropped to your knees in between his to get his attention, he had immediately tensed. He looked at you like he wanted to devour you. You kept asking for him to come with you, he'd decline, his voice deepening more and more each time. 
"Y/N. Get up." He ordered. 
"Please… Simon come with me shopping…" you whined again, biting your lip. 
It was obvious. So obvious. But he played through, adoring the sight before him. 
It had been interrupted by Price and Soap walking in. You remained on the floor, now turning your head to Soap. 
"Soap! Ghost won't come with me…" 
"Try taking his pants off, it's easier to cu-" 
You had blushed heavily. Price tried his best not to laugh. You had never seen a man run so fast in his life. You had gotten up, after ghost had gotten up as well , walking out the door behind Soap. Price had finally laughed, you were heavily embarrassed but you had won, thanks to Soap. 
Today Simon was particularly quiet. He walked around, stealing kisses and touches every now and then. You were writing on your laptop, some things about darkends needed to be reported for the full file. Laswell had told you it wasn't urgent, but you wanted to finish it. You were also getting annoyed. The tiny place was starting to get on your nerves. You wanted to go back home. 
It was an antagonizing thought as you also were uncomfortable going back in that space. It felt different. Peter had been there. You had opened your door to him and he had broken in and trashed your stuff. You had talked about it with Simon, about your anxiousness. He had understood and tried to comfort you. 
So here you were, sitting in the small, now crowded space with everyone. Laswell, price and squad 141 including Konig. 
"Sparrow, ghost told me about your thoughts on your apartment." 
You sighed. Of course he did. You looked at him as he looked at you with a soft expression. 
"So we came up with something and I'd like to ask you if you'd be alright with it." 
You were now visibly curious. Price took the lead after Laswell. 
"Until we can find a new and better way to keep you safe, we thought about moving you closer to the base. Some place you'd feel safer." 
"What are you saying?" You asked. 
"There's a house in a residential area, very close to the base that's free. It's a family house so it's quite big." Laswell explained. 
"And we're all moving in with you guys!" Soap cheered, interrupting her, Gaz nodding. 
"It's temporary, it doesn't have to be permanent. It's an option, after everything that happened." Price added.
You looked at Ghost with a smile on your face, brows rising. 
"You accepted this?" You asked, a hint of a laugh in your voice. 
"It's safer if we're all there. I can't always be with you… and maybe you'll feel better in a new environment." He explained. 
You had mixed feelings. It sounded fun. But you'd have less privacy with Simon. You had started to accept them as a family. And after everything that happened it was perhaps best. 
"Alright… let's do that." 
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Take Me Home - Part 4
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Pairing: Beau Arlen x F. Reader 
Summary: You are another lost soul at Sunny Day Excursions. You’re aiming to settle in Helena, Montana, where Beau Arlen is the new sheriff in town. But you’ve both got a past you’re running from. 
AN: Ready for a riding lesson? 😏
Song Inspo: “Sunshine on My Shoulders” by John Denver
Word Count: 6K
Tags/Warnings: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, and a cliffhanger...
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Part 4: A Past & Future Thing
You gasped and gripped even tighter with your thighs. With almost everything you had.
You were still far too unsteady for comfort on this damn horse. The poor animal whinnied, tossing his head back with a huff. Unfortunately, that just made you tense up even more as you held onto his neck. 
Beau tried not to laugh. You looked like a cat clinging to the edge of a bath.
“Okay, you needa relax a little,” he said. “He ain’t gonna buck you, long as you don’t give him a reason to.”
You shot him a narrowed look. He was sitting all calm and natural on his own horse, a chestnut brown beauty of a stud. Apparently, his name was Clyde. You were riding his brother Dale, who was supposed to be the older, gentler of the two.
Beau was right next to you, since he was the one holding the reins. You two were still just a little way off from the stable as he guided your horse with his, letting you just get a feel for the ride.
“I’m sure you’ve heard that animals can sense our vibes,” he said, giving you a look that tipped his Stetson forward. “So if you just take a few deep breaths, I promise you, it’ll get easier.”
You met Beau’s gaze. You didn’t know if it was the smooth, steady tone of his voice or the sincerity in his eyes, but you did as he advised. You made the effort of exhaling slowly, and you began to relax.
“Okay,” he nodded with a smile. Then he gestured ahead. “Now, look forward for me. Try not to look at his hooves, though I know they’re pretty.”
He teased a smile out of you as you did what he said, casting your gaze up ahead to the horizon. It was a beautiful day. A wide expanse of terrain laid out ahead of you, with green grass mottled with some brown, and a weather-beaten trail clearly carved by horses and lessons given.  
“And like I told you,” he added, “Try not to squeeze so hard with your legs, or he’ll think you’re rarin’ to go.” 
You blushed, and relaxed your thighs enough so you were just supporting yourself on the horse, not giving yourself a leg cramp. 
“Okay, I think you’re ready for me to let go. Wanna keep going on your own?” Beau suggested. 
You were wary, but you tentatively nodded. “Yeah, sure.”
“Are you sure?” Beau asked. Again, his eyes met yours. “I’ll keep guiding you the whole way if you want. Either way, I’ve gotcha.”
You swallowed down a bit of nerves. “Yeah?”
He smiled, and you noticed how it crinkled the corners of his eyes.
“Trust me,” he said. “You’re not gonna fall on my watch.”
Warmth coiled its way around your heart. You let out another deep breath, and you agreed to have him hand over the reins to you. You were nervous at first, but Beau reminded you of how to guide Dale with subtle movements.
The old horse plodded forward without incident. When you gave Beau a triumphant look, that answering grin of his warmed you down to your toes. The two of you rode together more as companions while making your way across the grassy plain.
“So of all the things, why’d you wanna learn to ride a horse?” Beau asked.
“Because it terrified me,” you replied honestly. “I love animals, don’t get me wrong. Riding one though? They’re unpredictable…but I’m also tired of being afraid of what I can’t control.”
Beau nodded. He could certainly understand that.
Together, you traveled up a roaming hill. Once you reached the peak, you marveled at the view. The afternoon sun was bright and golden above the mountains and the distant line of trees.
Meanwhile, Beau glanced at you. You’d gotten more confident and comfortable in what you were doing, and it was endearing to see. You were cute, he could admit. Beautiful, as a matter of fact. You had the sun shining in your eyes, and on your hair getting tousled by the chilly breeze.
You also seemed to have a kind heart. He’d seen it in just how hard your friend’s death had hit you. He saw it again when he helped you move into your apartment. He saw the joy you took in cooking dinner for all of them after a long-ass day, even though you could’ve just ordered a pizza.
It was the little things, he thought, and the more he saw of you, the more he liked.
That thought also made his heart twinge, and not in a good way. Carla reared up in the back of his mind. He wasn’t sure if it was more with annoyance or guilt at this point, but she’d moved on a hell of a long time before he had anyway. (Beau could admit that point, just to himself.)
It just made him wonder what he was doing here with you. Was it just because he knew you were having a hard time, and he wanted to cheer you up? Was it because you were Denise’s family? Or was it because…he just wanted to see more of you?
“You don’t get this view in the city, huh?” Beau asked. 
“You do not,” you replied. Your smile grew, making his do the same without him realizing.
Inside though, he wanted to shake his head at himself. You were a bit younger than him. Maybe not by all that much, in the grand scheme of things, but he was in his mid-forties, divorced with a sixteen-year-old daughter, and a somewhat unpredictable, occasionally dangerous job. At this point, he wouldn’t exactly consider himself a catch.
You were also dealing with a complicated past of your own. You’d been through a lot, especially in the past couple of weeks.
And yet, Cassie’s probing questions circled through his mind, invading his thoughts every time he found himself looking your way. 
Your face slowly dimmed. “Next week is Mary’s funeral. I’m going back home for a few days.”
Beau processed that with a nod, but he could guess why you looked worried. 
“And your ex?” he asked.
“He’s going to be there for sure. We were all close.” A deep breath rushed out of you. You peeled your eyes away from the view and looked over at him. “God help me, I don’t want to go home…does that make me a bad person?”
“Nah, I get it,” he said. He regarded you with more weight in his gaze. “But this guy. Is he the aggressive type?”
“No,” you assured. Then more wryly, “He’s only dangerous to my mental health.”
You contemplated that reality for a moment, and you shook your head.
“You know how I found out about what he was doing?” you asked. “He sent me a Happy Birthday text…a spicy one, you could say. But it wasn’t my birthday.” 
“Damn,” Beau said, grimacing in sympathy. 
You tried not to, but you began tearing up. Beau wanted to brush them from your cheek as he drew closer on his horse. Instead, he settled a hand on your shoulder. 
“Hey,” he said, quiet and placating. “I’m thinking you’ve cried enough over this.”
“I just…I still feel so damn stupid,” you muttered, wiping under your eyes.  
“What, are you a Professor of Cheatin’ Bastards too?” Beau quipped. You smiled reluctantly.
“That’s not funny,” you complained. 
He flashed you a grin and allowed himself to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear when a breeze of wind blew it into your face.
“Come on. You know I’m funny,” he teased, but then, he became more serious. “It’s not your fault. Trust me, I know something about being the problem, and it’s not on you.”
Both your interest and concern were piqued.
“You and Carla?” you asked. “You’re telling me it was all on you?”
“Well, maybe not all. But like you, my ex-wife ain’t a fool,” Beau said. His eyes lowered, along with his hand from your arm. “Let’s just say, it was justified.”
Let’s just say, you contemplated. That seemed to be his favorite catchphrase.
You didn’t know if you altogether believed that. He was going to grief counseling for a reason. You wanted to ask why, more than anything, but you also didn’t want to press him on something if he didn’t want to talk about it. If he felt comfortable enough with you, someday, maybe he’d open up to you. 
So after a few minutes of savoring the view, and the moment, you returned to town together.
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A few days later, Beau still had a bad feeling about Avery.
His company was being investigated by the SEC and was threatening to go under. Apparently, Avery had made “friends” with Luke on the trip, who according to Avery, let it slip that he and Paige had $15 million in cryptocurrency.
The passcode to that $15 million account was missing. Beau had more than half a mind to think Avery had made a play for it during that camping trip. Carla hadn’t known her new husband’s company was being investigated. She’d put her foot down with Avery about the lying, at least.
As a result, Beau’s only consolation in all this was that she and Emily were back in their house, while Avery was living out of a hotel in town. Beau might not be able to pin him for the stolen crypto right now, but he knew where to look for Avery when the evidence came.
The man was #1 on Beau’s punch list, and it was only getting longer.
Instead of letting those thoughts fester, he decided to actually take his lunch break, and go check in on his daughter. Denise and Cassie told him she was doing well as their summer intern.
Emily seemed to be enjoying her time helping the private investigators. She showed him her small workstation beside Denise’s desk, where she was organizing old and new files, inputting the hard copies into digital ones on Cassie’s spare laptop. Emily was also helping out with some database research on existing cases.
Satisfied that she was helping out, but wasn’t doing anything too close to actual police work, Beau took the opportunity to lean over to Denise and discreetly ask about you.
Namely, how you were doing, and if you’d called her from Chicago. He managed to hold himself from asking when you were coming back to Montana, at least.
Denise still gave him a certain smile.
“Yeah, she called yesterday. She’s coming back today actually,” she replied. “I’m planning to pick her up in a few hours.”
Beau’s lips twitched at a smile, and he nodded. “Good. That’s uh…that’s good. Tell her I said ‘welcome home.’”
Denise and Cassie shared a look, one that drew even Emily’s attention. She shot her dad a glance and noted the dumb smile on his face. One that he tucked away when he met Emily’s gaze.
“Anyway, looks like you’re doing all right here. You’re coming to stay with me tomorrow, right?” he asked her.
“Yeah, sure,” Emily agreed.
“Okay, kiddo. See ya then,” Beau said. He gave her a hug and kiss to the side of the head. Though she gave him a hug back, she watched with a bit of suspicion after he said goodbye to Cassie and Denise, strolling out the door like he was making some kind of escape.
The adults again shared a look of mutual understanding. Then Cassie smiled and grabbed her work bag.
“All right. I’ll be back in a bit. Need to check on a few leads,” she said.
After Emily and Denise waved her off, the latter made some tea and returned with a mug each for her and Emily. Denise reclaimed the seat behind her desk, but she turned towards the girl beside her.
“So, hun, how’re you doing?” Denise asked. “I mean, I know you’ve gone through a lot these past couple weeks, and we’re happy to give you a little distraction here. But are you okay?”
Emily bit her lip and turned her rolling chair towards Denise. She had to take some time with her answer. Ever since coming back from that camp, she didn’t know if she’d really answered that question honestly—not for her mom, or her dad.
“Well, on one hand, Mom kicked Avery out. Or, I guess he kicked himself out,” she said. “On the other hand, my mom and dad are getting along better than they have since before the divorce, so…there’s that.”
Emily rested her elbow on the desk in front of her, head in hand. Denise gave her a sympathetic half-smile.
“I don’t hate Avery,” Emily admitted. “I actually like him a lot. He made Mom happy again. But would it be nice if she and my dad…if we could be a family again? I mean, yeah.”
Denise was patient as she listened. She tried to keep her true thoughts on the matter inside as you came to mind, though she pushed all that into the background in order to give Emily her undivided attention. 
“At the same time, I don’t know,” Emily shrugged. “My dad’s a great person, but he’s not good at letting people in. I don’t think Mom could go through that again.”
“Go through what?” Denise asked. 
“The way my dad shut us out, after what happened to his partner,” Emily explained. Her face went from slightly sad, to wry. “Okay, yeah, my mom’s not the most patient person. But Dad still doesn’t talk about it, not even to Mom. Or to me.”
Denise had heard some small thing about Beau’s former partner from you, and even Jenny, but she didn’t know the specifics there. All she knew was it laid at the heart of Beau and Carla’s divorce.
“Well, he’s your dad,” Denise said with a sigh. “He wants to protect you, even if that means protecting you from himself.”
“Sure, okay, but he doesn’t have to though. Not all the time,” Emily said.
She could be a strong, even-keeled kid, mature for her age, but Denise saw the rare vulnerability in the girl’s eyes.
“Sometimes I wish he’d just talk to me,” Emily said. Her eyes fell away.
Denise’s heart broke for the girl. Not knowing what else to say, she scooched her chair forward and pulled Emily into a warm hug.
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By the time Denise picked you up from the airport and dropped you off at your apartment, you were beyond exhaustion. Coming home from a week in your hometown in Chicago left you feeling drained. Physically, emotionally, down to your toes.
At least you were home.
It was a surprising feeling—the feeling that this was your home now. Already it felt real.
Seeing your ex will do that to you.
“So how was it?” Denise asked. She’d graciously made you dinner as well, so you didn’t have to cook or worry about eating out. You two sat on the couch in your living room while some romcom played in the background.
“Everything I thought it would be,” you replied, around a mouthful of meatloaf and mashed potatoes. You let out a heavy sigh.
It had been good to see your parents, you explained, and you’d finally been able to give your condolences to Mary’s parents in person—at the funeral.
That’s where Michael tried to corner you to hash out what would’ve been yet another argument, at the burial of all things. You had to restrain yourself from making a scene in front of Mary’s entire grieving family, as well as yours.
Denise shook her head. “That guy ain’t got an iota of shame.”
You snorted. “You’re telling me?!”
You shook your head and speared at your green beans with your fork. You couldn’t even mourn your friend in peace, for God’s sake.
“Did your parents try to get you to stay longer?” she asked.
Again, you scoffed. “Oh, yeah. They actually tried to use Mary’s death to get me to think Helena was more dangerous than Chicago.”
While you’d understood their point to an extent, your home city still maintained one of the worst crime rates in the U.S.
“Still think you made the right decision?” Denise asked. “Whatever’s in your heart about it, just know that I’m so happy to have you here.”
She took your free hand and squeezed. You managed to smile, if just a little.
“Yeah. I think so,” you replied.
Chicago would always have a place in your heart, but for better or worse, this was your new start. And you were taking it.
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You woke up the next morning to a shiny new text message. Still bleary-eyed, you unlocked your phone, and you just had to smile.
It was from Beau Arlen, you were pleasantly surprised to find.
Hey there. Heard you were back in town. (Welcome home, by the way.) Just wanted to let you know that me, Cassie, and Jenny are hitting a bar tonight after shift. You’re welcome to join in. Say around 8?
Without even really thinking about it, you typed out your reply:
Sure! I’ll be there. (And thanks very much. It’s nice to know the county sheriff rolls out the welcome mat for all of Helena’s returning citizens.)
You got up and started your day. You were midway through brushing your teeth when your phone buzzed on the bathroom counter. Your lips curved into a smirk when you read Beau’s reply.
Sounds good. (And I’m happy to oblige. 😉)
You shouldn’t have been blushing at such a simple message, but it set off the butterflies regardless. You huffed and set down your toothbrush.
Damn it.
You were in trouble.
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With such a nice start to your morning, you were smiling all the way into town. The place you were headed to was just down the street of Dewell & Hoyt, so you knew you had to stop in just to say hello. There you found Denise and Emily.
“Did you have a good trip?” Emily asked, after you let her go from a hug. You gave your aunt one next.
“It was…good,” you replied, with a sigh. “Mary’s at rest now.”
Your eyes stung at the thought, but you tried to blink past it, taking in a breath to steady yourself. While Denise rubbed your back, Emily squeezed your arm in comfort, leading you to give her a smile. She was a sweet girl.
“What brings you over?” Denise asked.
You shook your head to come back to yourself. You showed them the large bag you carried on your shoulder. It was full of your painting supplies.
“Well, I’m actually headed to an art studio just down the street. I looked up the lessons they were offering this week, and apparently today it’s painting on glass. Like a bowl, or a mug, or a little stained glass window. They’ve got different options.”
Emily looked intrigued. “Ooh, that sounds cool.”
“Yeah?” you said, raising a brow. “You’re welcome to come with me if you want. Unless my aunt can’t spare you, or you’d rather not. It’s fine.”
There was no pressure to your offer, but you remembered Emily being somewhat interested in your painting endeavors while on the camping trip. With everything the girl had been going through, you thought maybe she’d like something creative and fun to try to get her mind off things. You knew it was doing the same for you.
“No, that would be fun, I guess,” said Emily. She looked to Denise in askance, who waved a dismissive hand. 
“It’s okay, hun. Take the afternoon off,” she said. “I’ve got things here.”
Emily smiled and nodded.
“Okay. Let me just grab my stuff.”
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You and Emily ventured together right down the street to the art studio. You paid for the $40 entrance fee each for you and Emily into the class.
You could see that she felt uncomfortable with that when you two took your seats near the back of the studio. It was pretty full, and neither of you wanted to be right at the front, preferring to hang out more chill-like in the back.
There at each long table was an easel each, after you chose what kind of glass you wanted to paint on. Emily chose a funky looking bowl, while you chose a rectangular piece of wood-framed glass.
“I’ll pay you back,” Emily said, once you two were comfortable in your respective seats. You waved her off.
“It’s okay, honey. I invited you,” you said. Then you gave her a conspiring look. “Here’s my rule of thumb, especially on dates, for example. The person who invites you should shell out.”
Emily smiled. “That makes sense to me.”
You saw the gears in her mind turning, and it reminded you of her little “summer project.” She’d told you about it a couple of times on that camping trip.
“How’s your podcast going?” you asked. The girl sighed; she chose a brush and started painting blue stripes across her glass bowl.
“Slow,” she admitted. “I’m lacking interesting subjects.”
You hummed at that. “Maybe you need a guest to help kick things off.”
Emily smiled at that. She turned to you with a gleam of excitement.
“Would you do it?” she asked.
Your mouth fell open in surprise. “Me? I think I’d be too boring. Isn’t your podcast about relationships?”
“Well, yeah, but that was a good bit you just had,” she said. “Who pays on a date?”
You thought about it with another hum of contemplation. Suddenly you could start to see the potential in her idea. You still didn’t want to be a subject of inquiry, but you didn’t want to dim her spark either.
“Well, it would be fun if you got a man’s perspective too,” you said.
Emily brightened. Finally, someone who cared about her side project. 
“What about Dad?” she said. “He’s a guy.”
You chuckled. “Well, yes.” 
Though you wondered about the last time he’d been on a date since his divorce, or if he even was dating right now. 
The more you thought about it, the more interesting it might be to see Beau answer some of those kinds of questions. It wasn’t at all because you were curious about the man yourself…
“Maybe you’re onto something there,” you said, a smile growing on your face.
“I’ll ask him,” Emily vowed. “Maybe he’ll actually open up for once.”
She sort of muttered that last bit. It caught your attention with a wry brow raise.
“What? Your dad is as chatty as they come,” you said. Emily rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, about dumb stuff,” she said. “Try to get anything serious out of him. He’s like an old clam.”
A snort of laughter escaped you. “Old clam. That’s nice.”
Though you saw that there was something deeper there for Emily. You’d seen these kinds of moments in some of your students before. Sometimes, they felt comfortable enough with you to share what they were going through at home. In Emily’s case, it seemed like she was hurting about something, maybe for a while now.
You continued painting on your glass project, but you offered her a look of understanding.
“Remember how I told you that my dad used to be a firefighter?” you said. Emily nodded.
“Well, your dad sounds a bit like mine. He’d rather consult a bottle of Jack Daniels than anyone else, really,” you confessed. “He saw a lot of things on the job that were hard. Too hard to explain. Possibly too hard to even work through. It made him…distant, when I was a kid. I don’t think we really connected until I got older.”
And even now, your relationship with him was rocky at best, after he’d suggested you try to work it out with Michael. You and your father hadn’t truly spoken ever since.
You still gave Emily a look of encouragement.
“But, it seems like you and your dad have a better relationship than I did with mine at your age,” you said.
That fell between you both while Emily ruminated in it. She started adding gold strokes to her bowl alongside the blue in swirling patterns, and it was a really nice touch, you told her. She thanked you with a little smile.
“Did my dad tell you that he lost his partner on the job?” she asked.
You sighed. “Yes, he told me some. We didn’t go too deep into it.”
“Well, for a whole year, it was like we barely existed,” she said. “Mom tried to help him. I tried…but I guess he was a lot like your dad.”
Your lips pressed together. You were sad to hear that, but it did remind you of what Beau told you that day, when he took you horseback riding.
“Well, maybe not all. But like you, my ex-wife ain’t a fool,” Beau had said. “Let’s just say, it was justified.”
You now nodded in understanding as you hummed. Let’s just say.
“He seems better now,” you remarked. 
“Yeah. He cleaned up when Mom left him,” Emily said. “I guess that’s what it took to snap him out of it.”
You shook your head, and you kept painting.  
You could understand Carla, all too well. It just hurt you, now that you knew what a good man Beau was. Your sympathetic heart said he didn’t deserve to get left behind when he needed his family the most.
However, the more logical part of you knew that sometimes, love just wasn’t enough to keep you tied to someone who didn’t seem to want to help themselves. When it felt like they were giving you no choice.
“Anyway, you’ll be my other guest, right?” Emily asked with a smile. “For the podcast.”
You barely resisted the urge to groan. As much as you preferred not to put yourself out there, you didn’t want to discourage the girl in her project.
“Well…okay. If you get your dad on, I’m sure it’ll be interesting,” you said, your lips forming a grin. You two continued to paint while chatting about Emily’s favorite subjects in school. English, sadly, was not one of them, but you weren’t offended by it. Shakespeare wasn’t for everyone.
“I’m actually meeting your dad for drinks tonight. If you want, I’ll ask him about being on the podcast, try to soften him up for you,” you offered. “Though I’m sure he’ll do it if you asked.”
Emily considered you with a bit more scrutiny. “Are you…seeing my dad?”
“Oh, no,” you said immediately. Just the suggestion had your cheeks warming. “Cassie and Jenny will be there too. It’s nothing like that.”
“Sure,” Emily said. She gave an awkward laugh. 
“Really, Em. He and I are just friends,” you promised. 
Even if that thought stung a little.
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Despite what you told Emily, you did put a fair amount of effort into your appearance to meet your new friends that night for drinks.
You even put on your favorite red lipstick with some dark wash jeans, a black pair of ankle boots, and a black lace top to match, complete with off-the-shoulder sleeves. 
Cassie whistled lowly when she saw you walk into the bar from her seat in one of the booths. She smiled and nudged Beau, whose face slackened when he saw you. 
God help him, you were sexy as hell in black. 
Black lace, he corrected himself. Your hair was a bit wild and teased out. The flash of red was a pleasant surprise, momentarily drawing his eyes to your lips. He felt the back of his neck heat up, but he tried to hide it all behind a friendly smile. He found himself sliding out of the booth to hug you in greeting. 
Goddamn, she smells good too, he thought. Was that your perfume, or your shampoo? Whatever it was, he liked it more than was good for him.
He managed to let you go though, and he grinned at your somewhat shy smile. You moved on to greet Cassie next, then Jenny, before you slid into the booth next to her and across from Beau and Cassie. 
“How was Chicago?” Jenny asked. It brought the mood down some. You gave a true smile, however tinged with melancholy. It was still very difficult to talk about Mary, but since everyone at the table knew the full story, it was easier to be honest.
“Chicago was needed. It was good, in a way. I got to lay her to rest,” you replied. “But I’m glad to be back.”
“Glad to have you back,” Cassie said. She passed you a tequila shot. 
“Ooh, nice.” You weren’t usually one for hard liquor, but tonight, you thought you could let yourself go a little. You downed the shot in one. 
“Eyy, good job,” Beau said, raising his whiskey with a wink. You laughed in slight embarrassment and wiped the corner of your mouth.
While Cassie called over the closest server to get them started with some appetizers for the table, you turned to Beau.
“You know, I did a painting class with Emily today,” you told him. “She did great! Has a nice little bowl to put her jewelry in.”
He raised his brows, smiling. “Is that so? What do you know. My little girl’s a budding artist. Is she gonna go all broody and steal even more of my vinyl?”
You shook your head in amusement.
“She’s a teenager. They don’t need any excuses to be broody,” Jenny remarked.
“Fair enough,” Beau chuckled.  
“Actually, she asked me to be on her podcast,” you said. “She wanted to see if you’d join in for a segment.”
The man looked uncertain at that. You understood his reservations, because you had the same ones. Cassie and Jenny looked amused by the idea of him getting recorded and put on social media by his sixteen-year-old.
“Look, I know, but she just wants to ask us a few questions,” you said. “Like who should pay on a date, that sort of thing.”
Beau rested his elbows on the table and folded his hands. The humor in his green eyes shone under the soft gold lamplight.
“Well, that’s easy. I was raised to be a gentleman,” he said. “I wouldn’t feel right letting a woman pay for me.”
You tilted your head in interest. A smile started to play on your lips as you leaned forward on your folded arms.
“Huh. Well, I think whoever asks the person out should pay,” you posed. “That doesn’t necessarily mean the man pays every time.”
Beau’s lips twitched, but there was a subtle shake of his head.
“I don’t know. That just doesn’t sit right with me for some reason,” he said. 
You turned to Jenny and Cassie for some support, and they both gave Beau an unimpressed look.
“You mean to tell me you wouldn’t let me pay for my own drinks?” you asked. “I have a job. I make money, same as you.”
At that, Beau chuckled. “Hey now, I didn’t say you couldn’t pay for your own. But you’re certainly not paying for mine.”
“So in your world, I can’t ever treat my man if I want to?” you challenged.
“What, you mean to tell me you don’t like getting spoiled?” Beau countered.
When you smiled, it had an amused, almost flirtatious edge that began to make him hot under the collar. 
“Occasionally, sure I do,” you replied. “But then again, who doesn’t like getting spoiled now and again?”
“Doesn’t have to be about who pays either,” Cassie interjected. 
“It sure doesn’t,” Jenny agreed. The women laughed and clinked their drinks together, leaving Beau with a warming face under his beard. He once again chuckled, conceding defeat. 
Conversation spiraled from there, in which Jenny mentioned something about her and Beau’s latest finished case about Brett, a skydiving, former firefighter’s murder.
It was a coverup for a larger scheme within his old firehouse—where firefighters had been looting homes after they’d been cleared out of a fire. Brett’s friend had been killed on one of those jobs, and not by accident either.
“That’s awful,” you said with a frown, once she finished explaining.
Against your will, it made you think of your ex-fiancé, Michael. He was still an active firefighter. While he had been a shitty boyfriend, at the very least you’d never had reason to question his integrity as a first responder.
“Yeah, it was hard on the father too. He’s the unit chief, and the whole operation was happening on his watch,” Beau said. “One of his own firefighters killed his son. It’s damn near unthinkable.”
Beau’s mood had shifted the moment Jenny brought up this case, you noticed. He was staring mostly into his half-empty whiskey glass, as if contemplating a refill.
“We said we wouldn’t talk shop tonight,” Cassie said. She seemed to notice his downshift as well. She got up out of her seat in the booth. “Let me get the next round. Another tequila?”
“Sure,” you shrugged. You’d probably pace yourself this time.  
“Not for me, I’m good with this,” Beau said. 
He held that whiskey between his hands, and you were glad that he was going slow. Your conversation with Emily about his own bout with grief and loss was still fresh in your mind. While your heart broke for him, you were also a little worried for him. Had this latest case opened up some old wounds?
“I’ll go with you,” Jenny said. You slid out of the booth so Jenny could as well. It left you and Beau to talk, while Jenny and Cassie went up to the bar together.
Cassie tried to get the bartender’s attention, but she glanced at her friend out of the corner of her eye.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Fine. Why?” Jenny replied. But she wasn’t meeting Cassie’s gaze. She was watching you and Beau, almost in melancholy.
Cassie’s brows furrowed as she realized what was happening. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed it before, considering both of their professions. 
“Aw, Jenny…” Cassie breathed. She wondered just how long her friend had been harboring some feelings for Beau Arlen.
Knowing she was “caught,” Jenny gave a wry smile.
“Don’t. It’s not a big deal,” she said quietly. “He likes her.”
Cassie sighed. “I think so. Even if he doesn’t realize it yet.”
“He deserves something good,” Jenny said. Her smile was a bit more genuine this time. Cassie nodded in agreement.
“So does she, after what she’s gone through.”
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“So how are you doing?” you asked Beau. It was the first time you’d been alone with this man since that horse riding lesson last week, and part of you was feeling a bit nervous.
Just friends, like you told Emily. You had to remind yourself. Just friends…until evidence points to the contrary.
At your question, Beau heaved a sigh, running a hand over his face. Suddenly he looked more tired than he did before. The laugh lines around his eyes looked more like the telltale signs of stress.
“Well, first off, we found the missing backpacker,” he said. “It seems the poor young man fell down a cliff while hiking.”
Your brows furrowed and you covered your mouth with a hand. “Oh my God.”
Beau nodded in grim confirmation. His gaze met yours.
“But I also wanted to tell you this in person when you got back. I’ve also got a silver lining on our mountain man, Walter,” he continued. “He confessed to murdering Paige. He’s keeping tight-lipped about Mary and Luke, but we’ve got him dead set to rights on at least one of the murders.”
You processed that with a shaky breath. Then you nodded.
“We’re gonna keep working on him from every angle, I promise,” Beau said. Just like he’d promised you before—that he would get justice for Mary. You believed him.
“Thank you,” you said. Your gaze softened, and you contemplated laying your hand over his on the table. You just barely stopped yourself.
Instead, you cleared your throat and swiped some of your hair over your shoulder.
“Any other news, hot off the press?” you joked, trying to alleviate the heaviness in your heart. Beau quirked a smile. He leaned back in his seat and carded a hand through his hair.
“Ahh. Well…you know I’m investing my ex-wife’s husband,” he said drolly, sipping his whiskey. “And that’s going about as well as it sounds. I can’t get into the details of course…but he might be dealing in something shady.”
Your eyes widened. “Shady, or dangerous?”
Beau realized how he’d let that last bit slip out. He wished he hadn’t. Not only did he not want to worry you, but he didn’t want you anywhere near his open cases.
“I’m keeping close tabs on Carla and Emily just to be safe,” he admitted. 
Your face became the picture of concern. But before you could respond, a man approached the table, tall and lean, with a shaggy cut of dark blonde hair. He wore a pair of faded jeans, boots, and a gray and red Chicago FD shirt. 
Your face paled, and your mouth parted in surprise. 
“Hey there, stranger,” he said with a smile. 
“Michael?” you gasped.
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AN: 🫣 Yep, we're going there lol. But how did you like the horseback riding lesson? Or her little day out with Emily? Or the bit of fun at the bar, before Michael showed up?
You'll definitely be seeing more of that guy in Part 5...
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“Michael?” you gasped. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Beau’s eyes widened. Michael was younger than him, closer to your age. And cocky too.  
“Hey, baby,” Michael said. His smile quirked with charm, but his next words were anything but charming. 
“We need to talk,” he said, raising his brows.
“We actually don’t,” you retorted in a firmer voice. Cold even. You straightened in your seat. 
Beau saw none of your softness and good humor from earlier. This was a different woman, and he was actually proud of you for standing your ground. Though he realized then that he’d never gotten on your bad side. (He hoped he never did.)
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➪the one where you make a deal with hayden before you’re both set to race together.
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The stands were supposed to be packed tonight. 
The thought made a chill run through you, an excitement washing over your body at the many eyes that would be on you when you entered the pits. 
You loved the attention and lived for the adrenaline that never failed to kick in whenever you got behind the wheel of your beloved Mustang. 
It had seen better days, the front and sides having a few dents here and there, but it gave it character. It’s been through a lot, seen some pretty wild races and has even helped you win more than a few during the three years you’ve been participating in racing at the Speedway.
There wasn’t much to the interior, a single seat next to various metal rods that helped with any impact you might come in contact with when on the track, as well as to keep the car as light as possible. 
The exterior shined. One half of the car was a bright red while the other was a simple white, each side displaying the number 34 in opposite colors. The white was tinted brown and grey, dust and scratches littering both sides as you have had your fair share of bumps and close-calls. Luckily, the worst that has happened to you was a hard hit to the passenger side that sent you spinning but not to the point of causing any serious damage. 
You were in the first heat for the Super Stocks and were usually always placed in the middle row. It was never long before you made your way to first place.
The gates weren’t open yet and wouldn’t be for another half hour, so you decide to get in a few extra minutes of practice. You stopped just as your friend, Mila, was pulling in from doing a bit of her own practicing. “Hey,” she greeted you with a smile. You returned it as she nodded towards your car. “How’s she feeling?”
“Good,” you answer loudly, hoping she could hear you over the loud engine. “All fixed up.” You were referring to the last race you did, when you nearly lost control and ended up bumping into the barriers. It cost you the race, but the fans loved it whenever things like that happened, so you didn’t mind much.
“Glad to hear it,” she says. “Hey, I heard about the switch between Chase and some guy from the second heat. Have you met him yet?”
Despite racing here for over three years, you never really cared to become friends with your fellow drivers. You saw them all as competition, with the only exception being Mila since she was in the Bone Stock lineup. 
“No, not yet,” you reply and hear the sound of another engine from behind you.
“I think you might meet him soon,” she teased as a neon orange and black Chevy drove past you and sped out onto the track. 
The driver looked over at you before picking up speed and leaving you behind, making you ask the question, “That’s him?”
“That’s him,” she confirmed before waving at one of the maintenance guys. “I gotta go get ready, but good luck! Here’s to hoping he doesn’t give you any trouble out there.”
You nod and give her a thumbs up, watching as she pulls into the pits before you follow in the direction of the new addition to the heat. Chase was a pretty aggressive driver, so you were happy to see him go, but you were also used to his erratic ways of the road and knew how he functioned behind the wheel.
The new guy was completely new territory for you, and you could only hope he wasn’t as much of a hard-ass as Chase was.
You had a feeling you were wrong to hope that as you passed the Chevy, your mind in the clouds as you tried to get a feel for the track. He passed you again within seconds but slowed down considerably when he was in front of you. You tried to pass him by moving to the outer edge of the track, but he blocked you from doing so. You tried closer to the middle and inner edge but he didn’t let you do that either. 
Sitting back with a huff, you settle on trailing behind him for a bit before he takes off, the increasing volume of the engine being the only thing you could hear as you watch him pull into the pits. 
You follow him in, letting the Mini Stocks practice a bit before they were set to race when the gates opened. 
You stop near the back of the restricted area and pry back the red netting on your window before lifting yourself out of the car. Tossing your helmet onto the seat, you turn to face the new guy and watch as he does the same, his light brown hair looking almost blond in the setting sunlight. 
He looked as cocky as he drove and you didn’t have enough time to make up any more assumptions about him before he was making his way towards you, the neon orange helmet tucked under his right arm as he extended his left one out to you. “Hey, it’s Y/n, right?” 
You narrow your eyes at his held out hand before crossing your arms. “That’s right,” you answer and he laughs as he drops his arm back down to his side when he realized you weren’t going to shake his hand. You’d be lying if you said the black jumpsuit that was identical to yours, with the neon orange 05 on the right shoulder, didn’t add to his overall attractive appearance. “You’re the new guy?”
He raised a brow, his lips turning upwards in a smirk. “If by ‘new guy’, you mean the same guy who has been racing here for the past two years,” his voice dripped in mockery and his eyes held a sense of mischief. “Then, yeah, I’m the new guy. The name is Hayden. I’m also the guy who was transferred to the first heat.”
You purse your lips and lean back against your car. “I can see that,” you nod towards the track. “That was quite the show you put on out there. You’re very efficient at blocking.”
“Yeah, you liked that?” He didn’t pay your annoyed tone any mind as he shrugged. “I just had to show the guys what they’ve been missing out on during the last two years. This transfer has been long overdue as I shouldn’t have been in the second phase for as long as I was. Just wait until you see me later tonight, when the track’s full.”
Cocky fucker.
You roll your eyes and cross your arms tighter. “Seeing as you’ll be behind me the whole time, I don’t think I will be able to see you, after all,”
He seemed impressed yet surprised by your words, his head dropping slightly as a deep laugh left his lips. “You might want to raise your expectations,” he says as he leaned down so his head was closer to yours. It was then when you were able to see just how blue his eyes are and how they looked so bright in this lighting. He was beautiful, but really fucking annoying. “Because I’m going to win tonight.”
And cocky. Fuck, you missed Chase already. 
You narrowed your eyes again. “In your dreams,”
“Ah, that’s where I’ve seen you before,” he replied instantly, his tongue tracing the undersides of his teeth as he placed his hand flat against the roof of your car, partially trapping you against it. “I knew you looked familiar.”
You refrain from screaming out at his ability to quickly give back everything you threw out and lifted your head just slightly to come off as imitating. “You’re going to lose tonight,” 
Hayden’s smirk just grew, the tip of his tongue running along his upper lip quickly. “Alright, let’s make a deal,” he said and stood back up to his natural height, his frame now blocking the sun from your view. You almost opened your mouth to thank him for unknowingly keeping the sun out of your eyes before you remembered that this guy was your competition. Instead, you raise one brow in silent question. “If I win, you do something for me. Anything I want.”
You squint at him, your eyes flickering to the curve of his mouth without meaning to. “And when I win?”
“Confident, aren’t you? Can’t say I didn’t expect that from a pretty girl like you,” he shrugs and the compliment would’ve made you swoon if it weren’t for the smugness that underlined it. “If you win, I’ll do whatever you want.”
Dropping your shoulders, you feign being intrigued. “Like?” 
“Like,” he pretended he was in thought. “Let you pass me in the next one, purposely lose, rear end our competition, go down on you, whatever you want.”
The last offer caught you off guard and you reel back in surprise, hating how you felt your face heat up at his words. There was no way you’d let this guy get to you and turn you on before a race. No matter how attractive he is. “Once again, in your dreams,” you say but add, “You’re on.”
Hayden held his free hand out and you untangled your arms to be able to grab it. Once your hand was clasped in his, he tugged you forward a bit and you stumbled into his chest. He leans down so his mouth is hovering near your ear. “Good luck, princess,” he murmured and the way his breath hit your skin had you repressing a visible chill. “You’re gonna need it.” 
He lets go and backs away, not bothering to give you a second glance while you were left staring at his retreating form. He quickly fell into a conversation with another driver from the Mini Stocks group and you took the time to look at his car. 
The Chevy was in great shape, the neon orange damn near spotless, with the exception of dents and scratches here and there. The front half was covered in the bright color while the back faded into a jet black, the perfect contrast to the orange 05 that was painted on each side. 
You held back a small grin when you caught sight of the gold Star Wars sticker close to the back of the car. He must have a strong fondness for the movies if he went as far as putting the large logo on a place that was in clear view to everyone who would be watching. 
Questioning how you had failed to notice Hayden or his car during the past two years, you spare him one last glance before turning back around and beginning to prepare for the race. 
As you let your eyes trail over to him, they widened slightly when they locked onto his. He had already been looking at you, his arm still draped over his helmet and a sly smirk on his lips as the other driver went on about whatever it was they were talking about.
You send him a sarcastic smile before breaking eye contact and trying to ignore the pool of heat settling in your bones. 
-
As much as you hated to admit it, Hayden was good.
Like, really good. 
He had successfully secured his place in the finale, as did you, and had proven his previous claims of winning were not just him being a cocky guy. He came first in every single race and had even overlapped the poor souls who started at the back of the heat. 
He intimidated you and you weren’t sure why you felt the smallest bit intrigued by him. 
He was very attractive, both his looks and personality adding to that fact. You weren’t usually into the guys who were so full of themselves, but maybe that was because they usually never lived up to their claims, unlike how Hayden did.
He was good, and he knew he was good, and he used that to his advantage. 
It was no wonder he was so overly confident. He had every right to be, but, with that being said…you, too, were confident with your own words. 
You’ve won countless races now, and you’d be damned if you didn’t at least give it a shot, even if Hayden was one of the best drivers you had ever seen. He was definitely one of the strongest ones in the heat now, but he was also the new guy.
And the new guy needed to know his place, no matter how undeniably fine he is. 
So, as you wait behind the pace truck with Hayden a few cars behind you, you try your best to ignore the nervousness that was quickly beginning to settle in your bones. 
Despite doing this well over a hundred times, you still get a bit nervous before each race. You couldn’t help it, it was basic human instincts to become anxious before doing something that could possibly end with you being seriously injured or worse. 
You tried to get him out of your head as the truck led you around the track a couple of times. 
He was just another competitor. That’s all he will ever be to you. He’s no different than the others. 
At least that’s what you kept telling yourself as the announcer waved the green flag. 
As soon as the pace truck left the track, the fourteen cars were off. You were lucky enough to be placed in the second row on the outside, so you were able to go from fourth to third relatively quickly. 
Seeing as Hayden was put close to the back, starting in twelfth place, you were expecting it to take him quite some time to catch up. Usually whenever a racer is doing super well, like he is, they get put close to the back to give the other racers a bit of a chance to prove themselves. 
To say you were surprised to hear what the announcers narrated through the speakers as you passed by them would be an understatement. “Number five, Hayden Christensen, easily makes his way from tenth to ninth and now ninth to eighth,” you refrained from taking your eyes off the track and peeking behind you to see it for yourself. “He’s now passed two cars, taking the risky route on the outside of the track to land himself in sixth.”
“No fucking way,” you mutter to yourself, gripping the wheel tighter as you take the same route Hayden did in order to pass the driver in second place. 
This guy was something else. 
Despite driving for quite some time now, you found yourself beyond nervous driving near the outside of the track, so the fact that Hayden could do it so effortlessly was mildly infuriating but also impressive. 
You could only imagine the smirk he wore as he passed yet another driver and then another, now only two cars behind you. It was unbelievable that he had managed to go from twelfth to fourth in only three laps out of twenty. 
You were seriously regretting being so confident when you were talking with him earlier as you were clearly in way over your head on this one. There was no doubt in your mind that the other drivers from the second heat were probably ecstatic that he switched. Now they actually have a decent chance at winning. 
But you were still ahead of him for now, and fuck if you weren’t determined to keep it that way. 
Keeping closely behind the driver in first place, who you knew was a guy named Curtis based off of his car, you pick up speed the second you’re clear of the turn. You successfully pass him and are in first, but the excitement is short lived as you hear the speakers announce that Hayden did the same thing to the guy in third and that he is now in the top three. 
You feel heat creeping up your body and were glad that both the front windows were required to be removed as it allowed somewhat of a cross breeze to pass through the thick material of your helmet. You were beginning to feel overwhelmed, something you hadn’t felt since the first few races you did before that feeling turned into adrenaline. You lived for that sensation of your nerves fading away and being replaced by energy.
It was what you were holding onto now as you began your thirteenth lap with Hayden now in second, a mere few meters behind you. 
He could pass you at any given moment, any time he seemed fit, really, and you hated that he held that power over you. Hated that he had proven he was a better driver than you and really fucking hated the way he made you feel inferior to him. 
Borderline feeling a bit embarrassed now, you desperately tried to ignore the very real fact that there was a very little chance of you actually winning this race. 
A very real chance that you would have to go through with the deal you had made with Hayden beforehand, back when you clearly had no idea what you were getting yourself into. 
You knew you needed to stop thinking about it, you knew that you were currently driving distracted but you couldn’t stop your wandering mind.  
It was on the nineteenth lap when Hayden, who had been teasing you for the last few laps, finally pulled ahead of you and was now in first. It was on the last lap when Curtis decided that coming in third was not acceptable and had gotten a bit too aggressive on the last leg of the track. 
It was then when he took over your position and successfully rammed you, causing you to spin out a few times. Luckily for you, and for everyone behind you, your skills and the fact that you were a really good driver didn’t let you down. 
You over correct multiple times before the side of your car slammed into the barrier. Thankfully when your head slammed against the frame of the window, your helmet took a good portion of the impact and you were only left slightly dizzy. 
Blinking away the blurriness, you look to your right and watch as the last few cars speed around you and cross the finish line, the last one being Hayden’s as he had long since won and had caught up with the cars in the back. 
As he makes his way to the designated area where he would indulge in a quick victory interview, you allow the tow truck driver to pull off the bright red netting on your window. You don’t bother taking off the suddenly too heavy helmet as you take his outstretched hand and let him pull you out of your car. 
The middle aged man leads you over to the awaiting ambulance, this being protocol after being involved in a crash of any kind. You sit in the back, your legs draped over the side as the paramedic gently takes your helmet off, the only background noise being Hayden’s cocky voice sounding through the various speakers around the track.
Due to your pounding head, you could only make out a few lines, “That was a close call at the end there, how does it feel to have come out on top?”
“Rewarding,” came his confident reply. You didn’t bother to try to continue listening after that.
With your helmet off, it allowed you to have a clearer vision of what was going on around you, and your heart deflated at the sight of your car. It was dented all over, one from the impact of Curtis’ car, one from when you hit the barrier and one from when another driver rear ended you afterwards. Oddly enough, you never felt that last hit, unless that was what caused your head to hit the door frame.
Caught up in answering the countless questions that the paramedic, who went by the name of Troy, you failed to notice that Hayden’s interview had wrapped up and he was currently leaning against the open door of the ambulance, his own helmet discarded a long time ago. “Hi, princess,” 
You glance up at him and scoff at the smirk he wears as Troy gently lifts your left arm, doing the standard check for any broken bones or strained muscles. 
“That was quite the show you put on at the end,” he continued when you didn’t greet him back. “I almost wished I had stayed behind you so I could’ve had a front row seat of it.”
You glare at him and allow Troy to tilt your head to the side as he inspected your neck, not so secretly listening in on your and Hayden’s conversation. “Me too,” you give him a tight smile. “Because then it would’ve been you who spun out and not me.”
Hayden shakes his head at that. “No,” he laughed. “I wouldn’t have been so distracted and allowed that idiot to get so close to me.” ‘That idiot’ being Curtis. You could tell he wanted to call the aggressive driver something else, a less PG name, but refrained from doing so as he was in the presence of the higher ups and refused to get written up over someone as pathetic as Curtis. 
You ignore his words and sit up once Troy reaches for something further back in the ambulance. Over the speakers you hear the announcer say something along the lines of, “Number thirty four, Y/n Y/l/n, is reportedly just suffering from a headache after that hard hit she endured on the last lap of the race,” you were still so surprised how fast information got spread around here, but you supposed that was how it was supposed to be, given the audience was more than likely curious as to how the racer was doing after crashing in the intense way like you just did. 
“So, have you figured out what you want me to do, yet?”
He had won fair and square, and you had lost. You weren’t one to talk shit then not stay true to your word once everything blew up in your face. 
Hayden looked you up and down, his eyes narrowing on the way your chest rose and fell under the black jumpsuit you wore. When you caught his gaze he looked away in thought. “I haven’t quite decided yet,” he answers and you roll your eyes.
You didn’t get the chance to respond as you heard someone else speak from their place against the other door of the ambulance. 
“Hey, Y/l/n,” you look over and see Josh, another racer who finished fourth and had a front row seat of your spin out. He tucked his helmet under his arm and sent you a sly grin. ��That was quite the crash. I honestly can’t believe you walked away with only a headache.”
You shrug, glancing at Hayden and noting the way he glared at the other man, clearly pissed that he had interrupted your conversation. “What can I say?” You force out a smile, keeping your eyes on Josh. “I’m a professional.”
Josh looked you up and down before raising a brow and nodding. “I guess you are,” he sent Hayden a quick smile in a form of greeting before looking back at you. “Either way that was fucking epic. I hope we can see each other more often. It might be nice to have an ally on the track.”
You tighten your smile and nod once. “Sure, thanks,”
He pats Hayden on the back before walking away, missing the way he shot daggers into his retreating form. Once Josh was out of sight, Hayden turned back to face you, his stance against the car never faltering as he says, “I think I know what I want you to do for me,”
-
The way Hayden eye fucked you earlier should’ve been enough of an answer. 
The way he got so annoyed when Josh was openingly flirting with you in front of him should’ve been enough. 
The way he stood so close behind you as you both waited for the space to clear out should’ve been more than enough. 
It was still light out when you had first gone out on the track to begin racing, and it was well past being dark out when you finished, stuck in the back of the ambulance for a bit longer while the track cleared and the stands became empty. 
An hour after your crash and you had been cleared for any further injuries, instead of switching to your everyday car and heading home to spend the rest of the night in bed, you find yourself in the small confinements of Hayden’s black and orange Chevy.
It was tucked away in the far corner of the set up area, hidden behind various shelves of tools and car parts and out of sight to anyone who was still around. Though you had been nearly one hundred percent sure that everyone had gone home for the night, there was a small possibility that in your haste to keep up with Hayden’s long strides you may have missed someone hiding out or getting ready to leave.
Still, if you were worried about someone still being around, you didn’t show it as you rocked your body against Hayden’s, your kiss swollen lips begging for a break that he didn’t grant as he kept you close to him. His hands ran up the length of the simple white tank top you wore under the suit, the same one that had been discarded and thrown somewhere off to the right where the passenger seat would normally be in a standard car. 
You supposed what you were currently doing could be considered cock warming, with the way he was deep inside you, your tight walls wrapped around him in a way that left you breathless. 
You couldn’t even bring yourself to be embarrassed anymore at the fact that you had failed, quite epically, on the night when the stands were at their fullest. Hundreds of people had seen you spin out, and though you had your fair share of bumps and bruises, you had never been involved in something as severe as you were just over an hour ago.
Gone was your headache and you welcomed the feeling of lust and need as you gripped Hayden’s shoulders tightly. With his body firmly pressed to yours, you don’t even need to move your hips yet as you were fully content with the way his tongue battled with yours. His was overpowering yours easily and you’d be lying if you were to say his dominance didn’t turn you on.
You’d also be lying to say that you didn’t picture yourself in this exact situation way earlier in the day, back when the two of you were bickering back and forth before you were set to race. Sure, his cockiness was irritating, but add that to his overall appearance and he was just your type. 
It was undeniable how good looking this guy is, and the sexual tension was apparent right from the start. It was clear this whole interaction would end in one of two ways; one, you would go on to be envious of one another for the rest of your racing careers and ignore the tension as best as you could, or two, you end the feud by sleeping together. 
You couldn’t be more glad that the second option was the one that came out on top. 
And from the sound of his throaty grunts and groans, Hayden was equally as glad. 
The way he sounded had you clenching tightly around him in an attempt to stop yourself from slamming your hips down against his. He was so unbelievably hot.
Hot in the way he kept you pressed firmly against him.
Hot in the way he wasn’t shy or embarrassed to verbally express the way he was currently feeling. The way you were making him feel. 
Hot in the way he took control of the heated kiss, angling your head so he could have full and complete access to your mouth. 
Hot in the way he was in complete control on and off the track. 
And that’s without mentioning his appearance. 
Needing to pull away for air, he allowed you to do so before tucking his head away in the space of your neck. His lips peppered kisses along your damp skin, the air flow in the car surprisingly bad. 
Sure, the cross breeze was immaculate when he was driving, but that was because of his speed and atmosphere. Out there he was used to the way his eyes would become dry relatively quickly due to the air whipping past him, but when he was in his usual spot at the back of the set up location, the air was damn near non-existent.
His skin was heated before, when he had claimed his victory of finishing first place in all his races, and his skin was heated now, but for a completely different reason. 
He was hot and bothered and unbelievably turned on, because of you. 
Hayden couldn’t deny the attraction he felt the second he saw you. He was used to girls falling at his feet and throwing themselves at him, so when you didn’t do either of those things and instead returned his confident energy, he was pretty much done for right then and there. 
He also couldn’t deny that, despite how your race ended, you were a pretty good driver. You weren’t throwing his words back at him earlier when he had made the deal with you just to get under his skin. No, you threw them back because you knew you had the potential to be as good as you said you were. 
But he would never admit that he was nervous for a fraction of a second when trailing you as you did a decent job at blocking his attempts to pass. A decent job at preventing his inevitable win. 
He knew right then and there that, given the opportunity, he would train you to be even better, possibly better than him, if you wanted the practice. 
But that was for a later time.
Right now he was painfully hard and twitching with need from his place deep inside you. And the small whines and moans you were letting out didn’t help his case in the slightest. 
He pulled away from your neck, marveling at the fresh mark he had sucked onto your soft skin with a smirk. “You have no idea how hard it was for me to concentrate out there,” he says, surprising you.
You open your eyes and tilt your chin to look down at him, this position making your form the smallest bit taller than his. “What?” You ask and ignore the way your voice sounded so breathless and overused already. “Really?”
“Mhm,” he hummed against the thin skin of your throat before sucking another mark there. “You had me turned on the whole time, since our first meeting. I was hard from the second you accepted that deal with me.”
“Fuck,” you whine and thread your fingers through his sandy hair. “Don’t tell me that, please.”
He smirked against your neck before pulling away to guide your lips to his in a bruising kiss, murmuring, “Why not?” against your mouth.
“Because,” you sighed heavily, twisting the fabric of his white tee in the fingers of your free hand. His jumpsuit had only been partly discarded, the article pulled halfway down his body so he was able to free himself and so you could sink down onto him without anything in the way. “I won’t be able to think about anything else after this when I’m allowed to get back out there again.”
“Good,” was all he said and moved his hands down to tightly grip your waist. “I don’t want you to think about anything else after this other than the fact that I won and you lost, quite brutally at that.”
“Hayden,” you moan in surprise, giving him a look of warning that he quickly brushes off.
“Don’t bother trying to argue,” he dismissed you before giving a sharp thrust of his hips. “We both know who the real winner is. Now, stick to your promise and ride me.”
His words, so vulgar, send a shockwave of need through you. 
How could you not oblige?
Your hands move to hold onto his shoulders as you lift your body up, the feeling of him dragging against your walls after having been wrapped around him for so long had you rolling your eyes. 
A deep groan reverberated from his mouth as you sunk back onto him, repeating the action a few times slowly to create a steady motion. “Just like that, baby,” it came out more breathless than you expected him to sound, like he was getting the relief he had been needing all night. “You feel so good, been thinking about this since you got out of that car.”
His words surprised you and they had your movements faltering just a bit as they sunk in. “Really?” You ask and the look he gives you has you shocked that he was single. He is single, right? The next words that leave your mouth weren’t ones you were planning on asking, but you couldn’t help it after thinking this through, “Wait, are you single?”
Hayden laughed at that before he realized you were actually asking him that. What made you think about his relationship status in a situation like this, he had no idea, but he couldn’t lie and say that the way you were suddenly so worried about it wasn’t the smallest bit heart warming. 
“Are you seriously asking me that after being wrapped around me for ten minutes?” 
Your face flushed at his words and he quickly decided that the sight of you being so flustered was one of the best things he has ever seen. “I don’t know,” you trail off, slowing the grinding of your hips to a still. “I don’t want this to just be one sided….I don’t want to think about you going home to someone else after this.”
You didn’t mean to make things so serious, but you couldn’t help it. You were undeniably attracted to this guy and hated to think that he belonged to someone else and was fine with sleeping with other people while in a relationship. 
You were afraid that you had ruined the mood with that one, but Hayden didn’t let you think that for too long as he gently ran his hands up the sides of your body. “One sided?” He asked but not in a mocking or teasing way. “It’s going to be hard for me to think about anything other than this every time I’m on the track.”
Heat rushed to your face again and you tucked your head away in the space between his neck and shoulder. “Stop,”
“I mean it,” he pressed, reaching one hand up to press his fingers against the skin of your throat. “You don’t know how hot you looked out there. I don’t know how these other guys can concentrate when they know you’re out there with them. You don’t know how hard it was for me to finish that stupid race.”
“You’re not the only one who was distracted,” you trail off when you lifted your hips again and slowly guided him back into you, your eyes narrowing on the way he harshly swallowed in an attempt to hold back his groan so you could continue. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I don’t think guys realize how attractive girls find it when a man knows how to drive like that. It’s hot.”
“Yeah?” He laughed breathlessly, his eyes narrowing as he began to guide your hips into a more firm movement. “Do you think I’m hot?”
How could you not? The look you gave him when he asked that had him laughing and giving you a smug smirk. “Hot?” You reiterate and reach a hand down to grip his wrist while your other one tangled into his hair. “You’re damn near edible.”
He was slightly concerned when he had to hold himself back from coming when those words left your mouth as they weren’t what he was expecting to hear. Gone was his cocky attitude and smirks and what replaced them was a fucked out expression. All he could bring himself to say was, “We’ll keep that in mind for next time,”
And just like that, your worried thoughts from before were gone and you were left feeling reassured that this would not be the first and last time you found yourself wrapped around him. 
With a newfound confidence, you place your hands flat against his shoulders and begin to fuck yourself onto him faster than before. With each lift of your hips he inched deeper and deeper into you, exploring parts of you that you didn’t even know you had. 
He was stretching you out so good and was effectively ruining you for every other guy. He invaded your walls and was the first one to ever hit that sweet spot inside of you. The feeling of his tip pressing against that sensitive space deep within you had your eyes squeezing shut and your hands holding onto him tighter, your head falling into the crevice of his shoulder.
Moans were freely leaving your lips at this point, your care about someone who hadn’t left yet possibly hearing you non-existent. You had never felt this way before, despite being pretty well experienced in this kind of thing. Hayden was hitting all the spots inside you that had you seeing stars behind your eyelids, and his own sounds were ones you found yourself desperate to keep hearing. 
His hands held you in a tight grip by your waist, his own hips lifting to meet you halfway. He sets a brutal pace that has you whining loudly, your hands sliding up to grip the sides of his jaw as you lift your head from his neck. 
After being impaled on him for so long, the build up to your release was creeping up on you without warning. You already felt sensitive and stretched beyond belief, but you also couldn’t deny how well your body fit with his and how well you took him.
It was something you tried to ignore as you knew it would boost his already overfilled confidence, but it seemed as though he was thinking the same thing, “You’re taking me so well. So good. Like you were made for me,” he breathed out, his eyes closing tightly as he felt his own release steadily approaching. “Just for me.”
Yeah, it was safe to say that Hayden was successfully ruining any and all future endeavors with potential lovers. 
“I need to feel it,” he mumbled, referring to your inevitable high you’ve been feeling all night. Your legs began to shake and burn due to overexertion while your core begged for release. It seemed as though you weren’t the only one begging, as he opened his mouth to plead a quiet, hushed, “Please.”
 To hear him beg for you like that had your eyes rolling back and your mouth falling open in a desperate whine of his name, your body stilling its movements while his hips continued to thrust into you. 
He chases his own release while you try to recover from yours, the slick movement of him nudging against your walls making you shake from the sensitivity. A few more deep thrusts later and he was there, his deep, throaty groans being the only sounds you were met with. 
You both were struggling to catch your breath and you were briefly reminded of the very first time you ever got behind the wheel before a race. Your heart was racing and you were sweating, your chest rising and falling quickly in an attempt to regulate your breathing. 
Almost unwillingly, you lift yourself up and allow him to tuck himself away again before he reaches behind him to tug his shirt off. He hands it to you with a sheepish smile and pulls his jumpsuit back up while you use his shirt to clean yourself up. 
Once he was covered back up, with the exception of the zipper not being pulled up all the way, and you had tossed the shirt aside and tugged your underwear back on, he turned your body around and pulled you against him.
With your back now pressed against his chest he wraps his arms around you in a surprise embrace as you didn’t expect him to be so gentle or for him to feel the need to take care of you afterwards. 
You lean further back and rest your head on his shoulder, your hands resting over his. “So, did I live up to my end of the deal?” You asked after a few minutes. 
Hayden laughs from behind you, the sound breathless despite him being able to regain control over his breathing. “I forgot that that’s what started all this,” he muttered and you don’t bother hiding the small smile that formed on your lips as you knew he wouldn’t see it. “You were perfect.”
You roll your eyes. “Shut up,”
“I mean it,” he protests and leans down to press a kiss to the side of your head. He watched as you pressed the heels of your palms against your closed eyes and suddenly felt guilt beginning to chip away at him. “Is your head hurting again?”
He hated to think that your accident from earlier was still very much affecting you and you hid it from him during the whole thing. Despite his overall attitude, he found himself caring deeply for you and wanted to make sure you didn’t regret what happened now that it was over. 
You shake your head and press your body closer to his. “No,” you answer and brush your nose along the underside of his jaw. “I feel perfectly fine.” 
Hayden nods at that and tightens his hold on you after realizing that it had loosened while he was lost in his own head. “Are you sure?” He asks again, needing reassurance that you were okay now that you had come back down from your high. “That was quite the hit you took earlier.”
Your heart swelled at his concern and you lifted your head so you were able to look into his eyes. “I’m fine,” you say again and continue when he gave you a look that said he didn’t believe you, “Trust me, the only part of me that hurts right now are my legs, and I have you to thank for that.”
Your words successfully put him at ease and it was then when you saw the return of his smirk. “There’s no need to thank me, princess. It was bound to happen, anyway,” he shrugged and you just shook your head. “With that being said, I hope you don’t think that this was just a way to sleep with you then leave it at that. Believe it or not, I’m not a hookup kinda guy.”
His confession surprised you and you were beginning to believe that this guy was full of surprises. You debated on teasing him, but decided not to when you realized that his prior tough guy persona was just a facade. You felt reassured as you remembered the pang of sadness you felt earlier when you thought this was just going to be a one time thing. “I believe it,” you murmured and leaned up to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “Because I’m not a hookup kinda girl, either.”
Hayden smiled at that and you took pride in the fact that you were able to wipe off that smirk he wore so proudly. “Good,” was all he said and pressed another kiss to your mouth, this one a bit longer than the first one. 
You smile as you pull away and turn to face the front again, ignoring the cramp beginning to form in your legs due to the lack of space as you ask the dreaded question, “So, how screwed do you think my car is?”
-
Nearly two days had passed until you were able to see the aftermath of your accident.
Your car was fucked, for lack of better words. 
While you were normally out on the track three times a week, you would have to sit out the next two races for this week while your team worked on fixing up the exterior of your car. 
The state of your beloved Mustang had your heart breaking just a bit as you watched the guys smooth out the dents and fix up loose bars. You watched them work for a bit before deciding that you had seen enough. 
You exit the garage and bump into someone as you did so. They steady you and when you hear the deep laugh of Hayden your face heats up quickly. “Where are you going in such a rush?” He asks and keeps his hands on your arms. 
You sigh and look up at his annoyingly pretty eyes. It had been a day since you had seen him and you were embarrassed to say you missed him. You had never felt this way before and having him standing here in front of you in casual clothing instead of work clothing was not helping. “I’m running away from my responsibilities,” you muttered. 
He laughed again and peered into the garage behind you. “How bad is it?” 
Sighing, you tug him closer to you and press your head against his chest. “Really bad,” 
Hayden wraps his arms around you and you breathe in the scent of his woodsy cologne. He was wearing a simple white tee and black jeans, his usual jumpsuit nowhere to be found as he wasn’t set to race until a few hours from now. You were convinced that he could make even the most unflattering clothing look good. “I’m sorry,” he offered and you rolled your eyes, pulling away to look up at him. His height was one of the things that had initially caught your attention, so to see him up close like this was a bit intimidating.
“Are you?” You ask and place your hands flat against his back. “That crash was how I found myself having to pay up my end of our deal.”
He smirks at that and looks to the side and easily ignores the stares of the other drivers as they watch the two most competitive racers intimately embrace. No one ever expected you to get close to another driver, let alone be seen wrapped up in their arms. It was unheard of. “So, I’m assuming you won’t be on the tracks tonight?” He ignores your attempt at riling him up and looks back down at you.
You sigh again, “Nope,”
Hayden shakes his head and presses a kiss to your temple. “I got something that will make you feel better,” he murmurs.  “Do you want to see it?”
You pull away from him and raise a brow, your curiosity getting the better of you as you take his hand and allow him to lead you towards the pits. There you were met with the sight of his car, and your face immediately heats up when you remember the events that took place the last time you saw it. The last time you were in it, you should say. The thought had you holding back a smirk, “A quickie before you’re set to race?” You ask as he pulls you towards the Chevy. “That’s a bit risky with all these people around, even for you.”
Hayden just laughs and shakes his head again. “That wasn’t what I had in mind,” he says and guides you towards the left side of the car. He stands back and lets you look at the smooth metal and at first you were confused, but then you looked closer. 
Next to the large Star Wars sticker was a new one, though much smaller. Tucked away just above the tire was a bright red 34 and it took you no time at all to realize that was your racing number, as well as your color. 
You step away from the car but keep your back to Hayden, a dumb grin seeming to be stuck on your lips. The fact that he had put your number and trademark color on his car meant he was serious about whatever it was between you, despite only knowing you for a very short period of time. You were glad that he was also feeling the same way you were. 
At your lack of response, Hayden felt his heart begin to beat quicker and he quickly tried thinking of a way to talk himself out of this, but ultimately ended up with nothing. “Is it too much?” He asked instead. 
Shaking your head, you turn to face him. “No,” you answer and step towards him. “No, I like it.” 
He breathes out a sigh of relief when you tuck yourself under his arm. 
“Does this mean we’re dating now?” 
He raised a brow at that. “I thought we already were,” he said back and that was all the confirmation you needed. The hot guy whose arm you were safely under was yours and you were his. “Since you can’t race tonight, can I count on you to cheer me on?” 
“Of course,” you answer and add, “Can I count on you to put on a good show?”
“Always,” he grins. “But it might be tough for me to concentrate on driving since we fucked in the front seat only a day ago.”
“So, you’ll be thinking of me? Perfect,” you stand on the tips of your toes to kiss him quickly. A kiss that was far too short for his liking as he pouted when you pulled away. “You better go get ready. If you win tonight, I promise you’ll like your reward.” 
You wiggle your brows as you turn and walk back to the garage, leaving Hayden to stand by himself with a semi-hard on.
If he had any doubts before, they were all put to rest by your teasing promise. He was going to win tonight. He had to. 
You knew Hayden was a good driver when you were competing against him, but here in the stands it was undeniable. He was always quick to correct, over-correct and dodge when he needed to and was unbelievably good at passing people, even on the risky turns. 
Saying you weren’t hot and bothered would be a massive lie and you were praying to anyone listening that he would win. You didn’t have any doubts, though, as he was the best one on the track by far. 
That was proven as the night went on and his place in first never faltered. You weren’t surprised when he finished the night at the top of the leaderboard, and as he gave his winning speech while he looked towards the stands with a wild glint in his eyes, you had a feeling you knew exactly who he was searching for.
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Part 2
+ @jesusfootsandles thank you for the awareness you spread in regards to the creeps who post about Jack <3 and your bio is one of the best things I've ever read x
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max-nico · 6 months
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Sonic has been called an "overprotective big brother" over the years many times. Not his fault that Tails is small, impressionable, and reckless. He's known the kid since he was a toddler, if anyone else had been around that long they would understand too.
Or at least he thought they would, but it seems he was wrong because his own two best friends–Amy and Knuckles–are the ones who call him overprotective the most. This is a huge betrayal on their part, especially when they bring up valid points like Tails' intelligence and skill, because how could he disagree. Sonic has the coolest, most awesome and amazing, little brother ever. 
With that being said, Sonic is pretty sure he has the right to interrogate the little fox this time. He's like 90% sure his panic is warranted when he sees his little brother load and cock a very real and deadly gun. Because that kid is 9. He is 9, and he is putting on his watch and his plane gear to leave, and for some reason he needs a weapon wherever he's going. Sonic thinks he has a right to exercise at least a little big brother privilege here, honestly it would be negligent to not at least question him. 
"Hey bud. Whatcha up to?"
Tails' ear flicks toward him as he packs a few things into the Tornado. "You remember that hard drive that GUN thought they stole from me, but I actually knew they wanted it so I lowered a few of my defense systems so that they could grab it and leave me alone?"
The answer is no, Sonic has no recollection of that happening at all. Though he supposes it's his own fault for only half listening when Tails was talking. He's really gotta break that habit.
"Sure do." Sonic lies.
"Well, I actually have a little bit of data on there that I forgot to back up to another hard drive since I didn't think I needed it, so I'm going to go get it."
"And you need a weapon for that? Why don't you just ask Shadow?"
Tails finally turns to face Sonic, floating down off the Tornado and in front of Sonic. He stands with his hands on his hips, leaning just a little into his personal space. He takes the chance to absentmindedly scratch behind his little brother's ears, making him push his head into his hand.
"I did, actually. He's the one who told me to bring some weapons, he said he wants to help me improve my stealth techniques."
"Huh, and he didn't even bother to text me about it." Sonic huffs. It comes out playfully, but he won't deny being a little peeved that Shadow didn't message him. Tails is a genius and can make his own decisions, sure, but he's also not even in double digits. Sonic is literally his guardian, he feels like he should've been consulted about this. "I find that quite rude."
Tails smacks Sonic with one of his tails. The fur gets trapped in the small quills on his face, which makes his brother giggle.
"Then how do you find that, hm?"
"I find that the person who did it has another thing coming."
Sonic is so gonna fill his pillows with quills and shaving cream again. The fox constantly complains about not being able to get his quills out of any furniture, but he also got his fur stuck on Sonic's face, he figures this is pretty good retribution.
"Sure I do."
This is what Sonic means. Where did his wholesome brother go? Ignoring the fact that he has been a little menace since they first met, this is obviously team Dark's fault. Their devious ways are corrupting his little brother, who has obviously only learned nice things from him, like dad jokes and spindashing.
Tails has been constantly hanging out with team Dark for a few months now. After spending time with Rouge on Amy's last birthday he seemed to acquire a sort of childish fascination with them. Honestly, Sonic didn't really see it as a bad thing at first. They got Tails to spend more time out of his lab, and they always seemed to take care of him so Sonic had no qualms as long as Tails was having fun.
Then the habits came. Habits that Sonic had managed to completely purge a couple years back. Sure, he's not building bombs willy nilly anymore (as far as he knows anyway), but a few weeks ago Tails showed him the Empire nuclear launch codes just because he could.
Just yesterday they were having a conversation about a grocery store in station square. Amy had apparently told him that the cashier was kind of rude, so he asked if she wanted him to "blow up the entire store". She laughed and said no thanks, but when Sonic just shook his head at him Tails had the audacity to say "he'll make sure there's no one in it", as if that was the problem with what he said.
Sonic will not claim to have clean hands. He will not say he's never killed anybody on purpose or on accident, but is it so much to want to spare his brother from the same fate? Sonic still has nightmares over things like that, and even if his little brother is joking, he just can't find it in himself to laugh.
It's obvious Sonic will have to talk to Shadow and Rouge soon, he would talk to Omega as well but the robot honestly just does whatever he wants. Sonic can respect it. He cannot, however, respect Shadow and Rouge teaching his kid brother bad stuff, like how to get away with murder and other things of the like.
"I'll be back before you know it, Sonic, I swear!"
It's obvious Sonic has just missed most of the one sided conversation Tails was just having with him, he zoned out again. Damn it.
"And I'll have my communicator on me so if anything goes wrong, you'll be the first to know! I'll stay safe, Shadow will be with me."
Tails says that as if it's any comfort to Sonic. He may trust Shadow with his life but he does not trust him with children. He's sure Tails will come out physically unscathed, but mentally? This is going to be a trainwreck.
Sonic sighs. He already knows he won't be able to convince him not to go, at least not in the small timeframe he has, so he just pulls the kid in for a hug instead. "Call me as soon as you're able, okay?"
"I will, promise!"
"And if you're not back and not answering in 24 hours, I'm coming to find you myself."
"Yes, Sonic." Tails says, pulling away.
"And I'll give Shadow a piece of my mind if I have to, you know I will."
"I'm leaving now."
"And so will Knuckles and Amy!"
"Goodbye!"
"Remember what I said about calling!"
"I can't hear you anymore!"
Sonic smiles as Tails starts his plane, the kid will be fine, he knows it. After all, he's sure Shadow and Rouge know the consequences if he's not.
woe, the brothers be upon ye I wrote this in like two sittings and its barely been edited, I'll probably put this on ao3 later after I've looked at it again lol. you're welcome to hit me up in my dms or askbox, but if it's a request I would prefer my ask box lol. Remember you have to be nice to me forever and ever and ever if you decide to talk to me btw
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lets-get-saucy · 2 months
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Media Girl - Emily Sonnett - Pt 1
Emily Sonnett x reader
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 Summary: Sonnett isn’t very active on social media, but a certain media girl catches her attention. You work for Gotham assisting with their social media and notice a certain blonde become more active with content as the weeks go on.
Warnings: just cute fluff but we’ll see where it goes ;)
a/n: originally was only supposed to be one part but inspiration struck so not really sure yet how many parts it will be
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You were new to the city, new to the job, well new to most things currently going on in your life. You had just gotten a job as a social media coordinator for Gotham FC, and it was your first week on the job. You had a social media job prior to this, but sports media was new to you. This week was mainly training for you, Sharon another coordinator on the team was showing you the ropes. What the training center was like, the different types of content Gotham expected, basically the run of the show.
While it was your first week on the job it was also the teams first week back at training. The air was filled with an excited energy, the team having won the championship just a few months ago. You had interacted with a few players, making tiktoks or creating Instagram post, so far they were all kind to you and super easy to work with. However, there were a few players who didn’t participate much even though they seemed to have great connections with the other players during training.
One was Emily Sonnett, a recent transfer to Gotham along with Rose Lavelle. Whenever asked if she wanted to partake in something for social media the blonde would find a way out. You shrugged it off, not everyone was into making a tiktok or posting on Instagram so you couldn’t blame the girl. But there was something about her that stood out to you. She was always making others laugh, dancing or cracking a joke that would send others around her into fits of laughter.
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As the weeks went on you couldn’t help yourself from watching Sonnett. You were drawn to her, and slowly she was coming around to participating in content more. It started off with a simple tiktok video where you asked the players a question.
“Whats something you miss most from home?” You asked from behind the camera.
“Waffle House” Sonnett said as a quick response, smiling into the camera her dimples popping out.
You stopped the video quirking your eyebrow at the other woman.
“You miss Waffle House?”
“Yeah, I mean I know New York has Waffle Houses but not that many. Back home there’s one on practically every corner. And don’t get me wrong the bagels here are great but your really can’t beat a waffle from Waffle House” the blonde rambled on gesturing with her hands.
You found yourself giggling at her, finding Emily to be quite charming.
“Where are you from?” you find yourself asking.
You had done research on the players when you got the job, but nothing to deep mostly just professional history.
“Georgia” she answered.
“Do you miss it?” at this point you know you should be moving on to other players to finish filming so you can edit and post the tiktok, but you can’t seem to pull yourself away from the woman in front of you. Her blue eyes looking into yours.
“Yeah sometimes,” Emily shrugs. “I do miss the weather. I’m not cut out for the cold.”
You laugh at her response, “Its not too bad, and don’t worry it gets hot up here to.”
Before Emily can respond Rose comes over laughing telling Emily about a funny incident that just happened. You didn’t want to leave Emily but you both had a job to do so you offered her a smile before finding another player to add to the video you were making.
However, as the weeks went on you couldn’t help but notice Emily taking more interest in Gotham’s social media. She would volunteer for videos when you would ask players if they wanted to participate. The first few weeks of you job, Emily would almost always tell you she didn’t want to be a part of them. But now she was a regular in Gotham’s content. This continued for a few weeks, Emily seemingly growing more and more comfortable with getting posted on Gotham’s social media accounts. She would pose for pictures or participate in various silly videos and after you two would talk. Sometimes she would crack jokes causing you to laugh but other times you both would talk about genuine things. You learned each other’s favorite places to eat in New York, each other’s favorite foods, sports you played as a kid. These conversations would continue until one of her teammates would interrupt cutting the conversations short.
Even when you weren’t actively making content you couldn’t stop thinking about the blonde. During practices you would stand on the side of the field, trying to get content but you could keep your eyes off Emily. The way her leg muscles looked as she ran or how the sun reflected off her hair, you were mesmerized.
Sometime during practices you would feel eyes on you and when you looked Emily would turn away quickly, her cheeks turning red. Smiling to yourself you would turn your attention back to whatever content you were working on at the time, but you mind would still be focused on the blonde woman. Even across the field you could hear her. Emilys voice carrying as she called out things to her teammates during practice.
It was after practice one day and you were walking through the training center typing up an Instagram post when you heard Emily talking to someone.
“Its not like that, she’s just a friend” the blonde said, “plus we’ve never even hung out outside of practice.”
You stop walking, hiding behind a corner. You know you shouldn’t be listening in to the private conversation, but you do anyways.
“Well ask her on a date then” a voice you recognize as Kelley response to Emily, “you’ve talked about her for weeks now.”
You heart drops, the realization that you have a crush on Emily Sonnett sinking it, your stomach drops as it also hits you that she likes another woman.
“Kelley, I can’t do that”
Before either of them can say anything else you turn around walking in the other direction trying to get away as quickly as possible. Your heart pounding you make it to your office sitting down at your desk trying to take a deep breath. When did this happen? When did you develop feelings for Emily? Thinking back over the past few weeks it hits you. All the shared moments when you would talk to her. Her eyes meeting yours as you spoke. Her fingers grazing your back when she walked past you. How her voice along could bring a smile to your face. Or when she would tell a joke, even if it wasn’t funny you would laugh. You bury your face in your hands letting out a groan. You were screwed, totally completely screwed. Since you first meet Emily, you began falling for her, but it was all one-sided and now you were probably going to have to watch her fall in love with someone else while you stood on the sides and watched. Rubbing your hands on your face you sat up. While your heart might be weighing heavy you still had a job to do.
The rest of the day goes by in a blur as you post content and plan out new ideas to pitch to your boss. Before you know it you’re making your way across the parking lot to go home for the day. You’re half way to your car when you hear a familiar voice call out to you. Turning around you see a nervous looking Emily walking towards you.
“Hey” she says as she gets closer, fiddling with her bag.
“Hi” you mumble back, wanting nothing more than to get home and hide under blankets on your couch eating ice cream.
“Are you okay?” Emily ask you, looking concerned.
“Yeah, I’m fine its just been a long day” you lie, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as she looks at you.
Emily looks around fiddling with her bag. She looks… nervous.
“So, I was.. I” Emily looks around not meeting your eyes. “Do you want to get coffee with me sometime?” she ask so quickly you barely catch what she said.
“Coffee?” you arch an eyebrow.
“Yes, or something else if you don’t like coffee. Theres a really nice smoothie place or”
“Coffee sounds great” you cut her off.
“Awesome!” she smiles finally meeting your eyes.
Her blue eyes twinkle in the late afternoon sun making them appear bluer. Even though your still upset that she’s interested in someone else, maybe a friendship could work out. You enjoyed being around Emily, so if that meant just being friends then maybe you could learn to be okay with that. You did just realize your feelings for her today after all.
“Theres this coffee shop not too far from here, maybe we could meet one morning before practice” you suggest.
“Yeah, sounds good” she smiles.
You exchange information, promising to finalize your coffee plans before you saying goodbye for the day. You watch as Emily makes her way over to her car before you get into yours. Sighing you learn your head back wishing you never realized your feelings for the blonde. On the bright side, you were now friends with Emily Sonnett. You hadn’t even realized your feelings for the other woman until just a few hours before, you could ignore them if it means being friends with her.
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