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chasing-classics · 4 years

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It’s a Spectrum

Summary: You are Nate Jacob’s little sister and Fezco’s girlfriend. You frequently cheat on Fez with Maddy, who cheats on Nate with you. Just toxic relationships all around that ultimately leads to sinful (and euphoric) pleasure. Enjoy!

Maddy Perez x reader x Fezco

Warnings: Smut! Smut! Smut! Cheating, toxic relationships

Word count: 2525

“Do you think sexuality is a spectrum?”

You couldn’t help but laugh out loud, causing Maddy to jokingly smack your arm.

“I’m serious, y/n! Do you?” she pressed but the slight smile and suppressed laugh didn’t escape your notice.

“Maddy, you’re asking me that after we just fucked for like the tenth time this month,” you grinned, shimmying on your skirt as you got up from her bed.

“Don’t leave,” she frowned, yanking you back into her bed next to her.

She gently grabbed the back of your head, pulling you into another sweet, but passionate kiss. This is what she always did, it was how Maddy maintained control. A little gasp escaped your lips as her mouth moved from yours down to your chest. You weren’t stupid. Ever since your older brother Nate and her broke up the very first time about a year ago, you and Maddy had been in and out of each other’s beds. You felt no remorse for the times she was in a relationship with your brother, but would sneak around to be with you. She’d be in your bed fingering you until you cried out her name while Nate was at football practice. Both of you would shower together when Nate would be out with McKay or your father. You’d sneak kisses here and there at school. Now, Nate was a complete asshole and everyone knew it, but he wasn’t stupid. It took blackmailing him with the photos you found on his phone to get him to leave you and Maddy alone. Ever since then, you all lived fucked up lives. Nate and Maddy would fight, which would lead her to take out her frustrations on you in bed. She’d cheat on him with you. . .and you’d end up hurt when she’d go back to him.

Your phone buzzed from the pile of clothes on her floor. You could’ve sworn she growled, but still let you go to answer it. As hard as you tried, you couldn’t stop the small smile that graced your lips. Maddy glared at your phone.

“It’s him, isn’t it?”

You sighed and put your phone down, turning to face her. “You said it wasn’t going to be a problem,” you raised your eyebrows. Maddy rolled her eyes. “You’re dating my brother while fucking me, but I can’t date Fez?”

“Depends, who makes you cum harder?” she smirked before pulling you back into bed.

Your tongues fought for dominance, which Maddy of course won. Your hands traveled down her body, wanting to be as close to her as possible. Suddenly, she pulled away and looked into your e/c eyes.

“I love you,” she admitted.

You smiled sadly, brushing her hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear.

“I know. . .but you’ll always choose him.”

You didn’t say anything as both of your eyes lightly brimmed with tears. It was the truth. She’d always choose your brother. It left a hollow, stinging feeling in your gut. You didn’t know if you were in love with Maddy, but you knew you had love for her. You hated the way Nate treated her. She deserved better. She deserved to be loved the right way. But so did you and you knew deep down she’d never leave your brother for good. She’d always go back to him. It wasn’t long before your skirt was pushed back down and you both were crying out in pure bliss, you leaving shortly after as Nate’s name appeared on her phone.

If Fez had a problem with yours and Maddy’s relationship he never said anything about it. You knew it must have been a blow to his ego, but Fez was also laid back to a fault. He loved you, that much you knew. He loved you to the point he’d let you sleep with other people if it’s what made you happy. And you felt awful for it. The hickies Maddy made sure to leave along your neck and tits were meant as a message to not only Nate, but to Fez as well. Even if Maddy loved Nate, she had feelings for you too. When you had told her that you began dating Fez, her possessive side came out and manifested in various ways. Surprisingly, Fez didn’t back down from the challenge. He never got upset when you came to him smelling like Maddy’s perfume, or that after-sex glow clear as day on your face. He just made sure Ashtray was downstairs before he led you to his bed and claimed you for himself. As if to remind the both of you that while Maddy fucked you, you were his.

“Not so hard babe,” you whimpered, currently on your boyfriend’s lap as his hands gripped your hips. His dick balls-deep inside of you as he fucked into you raw.

“Too sore from earlier?” he breathed out, moaning as your pussy involuntarily squeezed his thick cock.

You didn’t respond to that. You didn’t know how to. The school’s winter dance was currently going on and you knew it would be an absolute shit show when Nate chose to take some random girl instead of Maddy. You wanted to avoid the guaranteed drama, leaving you in the predicament you were currently in. Fezco had just finished up a job for Mouse and you could tell by the dominance he was displaying towards you that he needed to let off some steam. So, here you were. Fez began lifting you off his lap, only to thrust his hips back into you as he yanked you back down causing you both to moan loudly. He captured one of your rosey buds into his mouth and sucked as they bounced in tune with his thrusts. Sex with Maddy was nerve-wracking and sinful, but with Fezco it had always been euphoric.

“I love you Y/N.”

You froze, hands holding onto his pale shoulders.

“But?” you questioned.

“This thing with Perez, it needs to stop,” he looked up at you, hands now gently holding you. “I just want to love you the way you deserve. Just the two of us. Let me do that for you.”

“Fez, I-I-,”

“Yo Fez, we got a big problem,” Ashtray’s voice on the walkie talkie abruptly cut you off. Fez sighed and patted you thigh, signaling you to get up. Reaching over, he grabbed the walkie.

“What is it Ash?”

Before Ashtray could respond you both heard the front door swung open. Fez quickly jumped up, one hand pulling up his boxers, and the other grabbing the gun he kept strapped under the mattress. You grabbed the blankets in an attempt to cover yourself up while your boyfriend stood protectively in front of you. Fez’s door slammed open, revealing a very distraught Maddy. The blanket fell from your grasp, Fez still holding his pistol.

“Y/n,” she whispered and it was at that point you knew. Nate broke her heart once again and she was here because you’d always been available to her. He broke your heart and she’d come to break yours.

“Maddy. I can’t do it anymore,” you whimpered. You had to end things. You couldn’t handle the turmoil anymore. It wasn’t fair to you and it sure as shit wasn’t fair to Fez.

“Please. I need you.”

Before you could say anything Fez cut you off.

“Babe. It’s cool,’’ he then turned his attention back to Maddy.

‘’This is the last time, you hear? I’m not gonna let you keep breaking her heart. Just ‘cause you like getting smacked around by your man and getting fucked over doesn’t mean she has to be the same way with you.’’

Ouch. The hurt was evident in Maddy’s eyes before it quickly gave way to anger towards Fez. She sucked in her bottom lip before slowly nodding. Both of their eyes were directed at you then, Fez gently pulling you up and leaning down to kiss you. You froze, awestruck at what you assumed they were implying.

Fez held you close to him, his dick slowly hardening against your lower stomach as you made out. You shivered when you felt Maddy’s hands against your back. You turned to face her and she quickly pulled you in for a kiss, much rougher than the way Fezco kisses you. His hands cupped your breasts from behind as his fingers tweaked and tugged at your hardened nipples. You felt so exposed as both of them touched you, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying the attention you were receiving.

“Ahh,” you moaned out as Fez licked the side of your neck, biting into it.

“Bed,” he ordered.

Maddy made herself comfortable, legs spread out and didn’t break contact with you as she tossed her thong to the side of the bed.

“You know what to do baby,” she smirked, eyeing the way you looked as Fez rubbed your arms while rubbing his cock against your bare ass.

You slowly crawled to her, making sure to shake your ass for Fez as you did. Dropping the lower half of your body against the mattress your tongue made it’s way inside of her needy pussy. Her perfectly manicured hand wrapped around your hair and pulled you closer.

“That’s it, slut” she moaned out.

SLAP!

You gasped against her when you felt Fez’s hand come in contact with your right ass cheek. Maddy moaned in response, shoving you deeper into her. Fez’s hands gripped your ass, spreading the cheeks so he could see all of you.

“She’s real wet, you like the attention you’re getting lil mama?” the sound of his deep voice sent shivers down to your core. You whimpered in response, feeling the cool night air against your heated pussy. You continued to lap at Maddy, alternating between fingering her and thrusting your tongue deep into her. She rubbed your head and whispered words of encouragement all while Fez’s thumb swiped at your drenched folds. The bed dipped as he kneeled on the mattress and just based off the heat you felt, you knew what to expect next.

“Be a good girl for me,” Fez grunted as he shoved his entire length inside of you in one thrust.

Before you could cry out Maddy held both of your hands in hers, moaning as your tongue inched her closer to her climax. Fez held nothing back as both of his hands gripped your hips to hold you against him while he drilled into your tightness. His balls slapped against your sensitive pussy making you cry out against Maddy’s. The sounds of skin slapping against skin, Fez’s grunts, Maddy’s moans, and your muffled cries filled the room. You could feel Maddy’s thighs tensing up, her pussy clenching around your soaked fingers and tongue. The way her hands gripped yours tighter.

Your eyes closed in pleasure as Maddy’s back arched off the bed, her cum dripping into your tongue and some on your plump lips. She panted, looking down at you with adoration. If this was really the last time she’d have you like this, she wanted this burned in her memory. Your juicy lips covered in her cum, hair messed up from the way she held you, and your beautiful face looking back up at her while your boyfriend brutally pounded into you from behind.

Not one to be left out, Fez’s hand held onto your shoulder as he thrust harder if that was even possible. Your moans spurred him on and you knew he was sending his own message. She’s mine. He reached depths you didn’t even know existed and you could tell by the way his dick pulsed inside of you that seeing you with Maddy brought out the dominant side in him that lurked beneath that laidback, reserved persona of his.

You were pulled up so that you were balanced on your knees, your back against the front of Fezco’s body and on full display for Maddy. Your tits bounced as his cock disappeared into your tight opening. Your own juices already dripping down your thighs as the most vulgar sounds came from Fez’s rough thrusts. You were already moaning to the point you were convinced poor Ashtray heard it from downstairs when Maddy got on her knees in front of you and pulled you into the most sinful kiss you had ever experienced.

Her hands traveled down your body, one quickly finding your swollen clit, the other finding hers’. You didn’t dare look away from her as you both moaned in unison, the assault on your clit coupled with the feeling of Fezco’s large cock filling you repeatedly was too much.

‘’I-I’m going to c-cum,’’ you moaned out, both of your lovers moaning in response.

Fez continued holding you, his arms wrapped firmly around your abdomen and chest while he breathed into your neck from behind. ‘’Cum for us mama. Milk my dick,’’ he grunted. Maddy pressed her lips to yours as her fingers dove deeper into her pussy and rubbed your clit frantically. She bit down on your bottom lip, sending you over the edge.

‘’FUCK,’’ Fez moaned as he shot his thick cum into you, the feeling too much to bare as your own orgasm took over you. Maddy followed soon after, her second orgasm causing her legs to tremble as juices flowed from her pussy onto her hand and between her legs. You were sandwiched between the two, shaking and struggling to regain your breath. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you came down from your high. As usual, Fez talked you through your orgasm.

‘’It’s ok baby. I got you,’’ he whispered, turning your head so he could press a kiss to your cheek as the last bit of his cum emptied into your sensitive core. If Maddy and Fez hadn’t been propping you up, you would’ve collapsed then and there, a debauched mess. You felt Maddy kiss you one last time, her hand holding your arm and reluctantly letting go. She stood on wobbly legs, avoiding your gaze until she was back in her short dress.

‘’Bye y/n,’’ the small crack in her voice didn’t escape you. You wish it didn’t hurt seeing her walk away, but a part of you left with her. You wondered how long it would last before Nate smooth-talked his way back with her. You wondered how much it would hurt to see her go through it all again.

The feeling of Fez kissing your shoulder brought you out of your head, you finally turning to face him as you both laid on your sides in his bed. He looked down at you with those gorgeous blue eyes, pulling you to rest your head against his chest as he played with your hair.

‘’I love you,’’ you whispered.

‘’I know. . .but you’ll always choose her.’’

#euphoria #fezco x reader #maddy x reader #maddy perez #fezco #smut #fezco imagine #maddy imagine #euphoria imagine #fez #angus cloud #alexa demie #nate jacobs

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nightshade-minho · 4 years

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-Blue Book- (3)

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Chan being an ass.

Over the next two days, Chan found himself spending nearly all of his time with you. You had warmed up to him a lot, but was still a little cautious. He had to build up trust...somehow.

Spending time with you was excruciatingly boring. All you seemed to do was draw, and sitting next to you while you did was getting tiring.

However, whenever he would come close to giving up, something would happen to put him right back on track- whether it was Miyoung smiling at him from across the hallway, tucking her hair behind her ear like she always did...or Minho, shamelessly asking her out for a fucking date. Right in front of his salad.

No, literally.

He watched in horror as Minho chuckled, speaking to her on the phone in that raspy voice of his that was the fakest shit Chan had ever heard.

"Yeah, okay, babe. Bye~" Minho cooed, cutting the call and putting his phone down, resuming his meal as he dug into his chicken nonchalantly.

"Babe?" Changbin asked, smirking from the opposite end of the table.

"Hmm, yeah. Got a problem with that?" Minho asked, seemingly replying to Changbin but staring right at Chan as he said it.

"No." Chan lied, voice a little shaky.

"Oh, but don't embarrass him like this, Minho. He's only been wanting to ask her out for like, two years...yet you did it in five minutes." Hyunjin said, laughing.

Chan's grip on his fork tightened. He prided himself in being a patient person, more or less...yet these two definitely had the potential to turn him into a cold-blooded murderer.

"Where are you taking her?" Jisung asked, mouth full.

"To the carnival, tomorrow afternoon. I'm going to win her one of those giant plushies. I've always been good at those games."

"How romantic~" Jisung smiled. "You know we'll be there too though, right?"

"Uh huh." Minho grinned at Chan. "Don't worry! I won't leave my best friends for a girl. We'll be right there with you, the whole time."

"Sounds great. Don't know if Chan will like that idea, though..."

Minho tilted his head, tutting.

"Channiee~ you know I'll back off if you get the book, right?"

That was it. Chan stood up, spoon and fork clattering onto his plate as he left the table, fuming. His stomach growled with hunger as he pushed open the café door, walking out onto the street with his bag slung over his shoulder.

He'd just have his dinner at home.

***

"Wow. You really pissed him off." Jeongin noted.

Minho rolled his eyes, stabbing his chicken with the fork. "I swear, he has such bland taste in girls. Miyoung is the most brainless creature I've ever met."

"Why would you put up with that, then? And why do you seem so intent on irritating him lately?" Felix asked, frowning.

"I'm not really putting up with anything. She's hot, and she has a smoking body. Brains don't matter when you look like that."

"You know Chan likes Miyoung for more than her appearance. Although I can't, for the life of me, imagine what that might be..."

"Whatever."

"You didn't answer my question."

Minho sighed, raising an eyebrow at Felix.

"I just don't like the way he's been lording over us all lately. He acts like he's our 'leader' or something. I feel like I can barely breathe around him- at least this gets him out of the way."

"See? It's a battle of the alphas, after all." Jisung guffawed, high-fiving Hyunjin.

"So this is all just some power struggle?" Felix asked, disbelief lacing his tone. "Why the fuck did you drag an innocent girl into it, then? She has nothing to do with any of it-"

"Eh, she just gets on my nerves. Two birds with one stone." He shrugged.

Felix shook his head. "You're an asshole."

He smirked. "I know."

***

Chan knew exactly where to find you.

True to form, you were on the same park bench as always, legs crossed as you listened to music with your eyes closed.

"Hey..."

You opened one eye slightly as you realized who it was. Taking the earbuds out, you smiled.

"Oh hey...I didn't expect to see you again until tomorrow morning."

"Yeah well, I kinda knew you would be here."

You patted the spot next to you, and Chan hesitantly sat down.

"Where's your book? You're not drawing?"

"It's too dark for that." You pointed out, a lopsided smile gracing your face.

"Why are you here then?"

"My mom and her date went to this fancy restaurant." You explained. "And I didn't want to be all alone at home, so I just came out here."

"Ah. This place is just as pretty at night..."

"Mmhmm."

Chan sighed as he watched you play with your hair. It was kind of cute, how you tried to mask your nervousness by occupying your hands with meaningless actions.

"So what will you be having for dinner, then?"

"Probably ramen out of a packet. I hope we still have some left..."

Chan pressed his lips together. "Would you...um, would you like to come join me for dinner? At my house?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Oh..." You blushed, looking down. "I mean, yeah, sure-"

"Great!" You looked up, the smile on Chan's face so kind that you almost teared up.

God, Y/n, get yourself together...

You had no idea why he was being so nice to you at first, and had been wary initially...but the last few days had changed that. He seemed to enjoy spending time with you, and that was somewhat of a novelty- a person showing interest in you, that is.

Chan grinned at you, grabbing your wrist as he pulled you up. "Let's go!~"

***

"This is my room."

You gasped. "Wow, it's so big!"

"Yeah." He chuckled. "It used to be a gym, I think...but my parents let me change it up."

"That's so cool." You went over to the posterboard, smiling as your eyes ran over all the polaroids and memorabilia Chan had collected over the years.

"My room isn't as personalized as yours...but this makes me want to give it a makeover." You smiled, going over to the window and marvelling at the size of it.

"Wow...you must get a lot of sunlight in the mornings..." You said in awe, pressing your nose up against the glass as you looked down.

"I do." He said, mind blank as he watched you fangirl over his room. You were so overly enthusiastic about everything...he wished he could be the same.

You turned around, that wide smile ever-present on your face. As you opened your mouth to say something else, you were interrupted by the sound of your stomach growling.

"Ah, I almost forgot. I brought you here to feed you." He winked, opening his door as he stepped back out.

"Come on, we can visit my bedroom some other time~" Your cheeks heated up at his words as he went back downstairs.

"Wait for me!" You followed him quickly as he made his way to the dinner table.

"Where are your parents?" You asked as you sat at the table.

"They're on a business trip, princess, and my siblings are at their friends'. So...we have the house all to ourselves." He winked again, and you quickly looked back down at your empty plate.

You thanked the maid as she served the food. It was pasta, and your stomach growled again as soon as you laid eyes on it.

"Wow, you're hungry, huh? Sounds like there's a baby bear living in your stomach~" He teased. You giggled, shaking your head as you took a bite.

"Oh wow, it's delicious."

"It better be, my parents don't pay her for nothing." He said, starting to eat.

There was silence for a while as the two of you filled your empty stomachs...but somehow, it wasn't awkward. Chan looked up at you from time to time, chuckling at how fast you ate.

"Slow down, babygirl."

Your eyes widened as you looked up at him. That pet name, fuck.

Chan raised an eyebrow, picking up on how affected you were by it.

"Hmm, you like that name?"

You shook your head vehemently, going back to your meal- but your cheeks never stopped burning.

He hadn't expected to see you so flustered, when he'd literally just called you a name.

Wrapped around his finger, indeed.

***

"It feels weird hanging out without Chan." Jeongin sighed, adjusting the pillow under his chin as he lay on the mattress in Felix's basement, watching as Changbin and Jisung faced off in Call of Duty.

"Yeah? I feel like it's better. I don't feel like I have to walk on eggshells." Hyunjin shrugged, prompting Minho to smile widely.

"See? He gets it."

"I don't know, Chan being here sure keeps these guys in line." Seungmin flicked his thumb towards Changbin and Jisung (the two of them mock-wrestling as the latter suspected that the former had cheated), not looking up from his book.

Changbin looked up from the headlock Jisung had him in.

"Oh shut up. Guys, I don't really understand why we pick on some random girl in school when we have our very own nerd right here." He sneered.

"There's a difference between being a nerd and having brains...something which you clearly don't know much about. I'll cut you some slack." Seungmin smirked.

"For fuck's sake, stop fighting." Jisung said as he poked Changbin's side, squeezing harder.

"Oh, the irony." Jeongin groaned, rubbing his forehead as he watched the two roll around on the floor.

Felix sighed as he buried his head in his hands, too tired to follow the conversation anymore.

What had happened to them?

***

"You should come over again."

"Yeah...I will. Some other time. My mom's expecting me, unfortunately." You said apologetically.

"At least let me walk you home?"

You paused, smiling slowly. "Alright."

The two of you walked side by side, the cool night breeze ruffling your hair.

"What are your hobbies?" You asked after some minutes of silence, curiously.

"Well. I like swimming, and also football." He paused, wondering if he should tell you more or not.

"I...I also like making music."

"Woah. That's amazing. Next time, you should show me some of your songs."

"Uh, yeah, sure. Some of them are kinda private, though..."

"That's okay. You only need to show me what you're comfortable with letting me hear." You said.

Chan smiled softly, nodding. For a second, it crossed his mind how you were willing to respect his privacy...and yet here he was, trying to violate yours by attempting to steal something that was clearly precious to you.

Miyoung. Think of Miyoung, He reminded himself.

You suddenly stopped, turning to him with a grin.

"We're here. Thanks for walking me home!"

"No problem..."

"See you later~" You waved as you walked backwards, turning around to open the gate.

"Wait-"

"Hm?" You twisted your neck to look at him questioningly.

"Uh...I was wondering, would you want to come with me to the carnival tomorrow? It'll be fun-"

"Yes! Sure!" You said, a little too eagerly.

"Great. It's a date."

"D-date?"

"Yeah." He smirked. "See you then, babygirl."

With that, he walked away, the image of your flustered face in his mind.

Miyoung would be his in no time.

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thoughtsaboutshows · 3 years

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80. “Stop stealing my clothes.”

Part two to the Roommate Prompt which is here.

Telling Roz she was moving in with Nick had been fun. And by fun, Sabrina meant that it was absolutely the last thing she wanted to do. In fact, Sabrina nearly killed her former roommate, just like she had threatened when she announced to Nick her predicament.

“You’re moving in with Nick.” Roz had asked her with wide eyes, already seeing the mess her friend was getting into. “Nick Scratch?”

“Yes.” Was all Sabrina had said. She knew what was coming next, but that didn’t stop the gasp that left her lungs and the immediate blush on her cheeks.

“The two of you alone in an apartment swimming in your sexual tension. That’s a good idea.” Roz had teased her.

“I’m not gonna have sex with him.” Sabrina defended.

“Sure.” Roz shrugged as she flipped her magazine, eyeing her friend as she packed.

Sabrina had all but promised her best friend she wouldn’t fall into Nick’s bed. And she had always kept her promises. Until now.

Sabrina hadn’t spent that much time with Nick before she moved in. But now that he was a near constant it was getting more difficult to ignore the flutters in her stomach she felt around him or the way he made her blood boil one way or another.

Living with your cousin’s best friend is hard. Living with your cousin’s best friend who just happens to be Nicholas Scratch, attractive and charming and mercilessly flirting, is harder. Sabrina figured it was easier to move in with him when her housing options changed than it would be to find someone completely new, but after a week with him she thought she might have been better off with a random.

It was a weird balance the two of them had, the air riddled with tension most of the time. She’d yelled at him for putting an empty orange juice carton back and he’d complained about there being no real milk. She didn’t like how he’d wait until the end of the day to do dishes when she’d rather him just do them right away. They fought, often. And when they weren’t fighting he was saying something suggestive or she was biting her lip at him in a way that made his heart speed up.

But some days were good. She’d share her dinner with him because she made a little too much and he’d join her on the couch for whatever late night horror movie happened to be on. The little digs became more frequent though, the conscious choices to drive each other crazy. They both felt the attraction, noticed the other’s wide pupils when talking to each other or dancing at Dorian’s. They’d definitely both shuddered when Nick pressed his lips to her neck or nibbled her ear when they moved. It was near impossible to come home to the same place after that, to separate bedrooms to deal with their separate thoughts that screamed in want for the same thing.

Nick was torn. There was a clear line from Ambrose he wasn’t supposed to cross. Yet Sabrina’s smile was wicked and her eyes were inviting and the little sigh that fell from her lips when he bit her neck sounded more like a plea to come to the other side. But he could brush that off as just dancing. Her gazes that linger too long could be explained by harmless flirting.

Sabrina was a wreck. She knew what her cousin had said and she knew what she had said to Roz, but she couldn’t get him out of her head now that he was everywhere. He was still an ass sometimes but she would often catch him looking at her with soft eyes, like she was precious to him. When his eyes weren’t tender they were hungry, often mirroring her own. And when she pressed her back up against them as they danced she could feel his desire for her. She could feel it in the growl as he kissed her neck to the hardness of his jeans. She wanted it too, but neither would ever admit it nor would they follow through.

So instead, they made each other miserable.

One particularly close night of dancing when Nick had slipped his hand under her shirt and touched her lower back, they came home and...nothing happened. Sabrina was through and fed up and decided she wasn’t going to make it easy for Nicholas Scratch.

She started taking her virtual yoga classes in the living room instead of her bedroom. She put on her best leggings and sports bras and made sure Nick was home when she did it. He left his room for a moment and stopped in his tracks, mesmerized by Sabrina Spellman doing the downward dog, yoga doing wonders for her body.

Nick retaliated by walking around almost constantly without a shirt. He worked hard at the gym, and had a body to prove it. He’d seen Sabrina staring a few times when she’d caught him without a shirt. So he’d make them scarce. Whether he was cooking, or watching TV, or doing his own homework, Sabrina noticed. It made her blood boil again, frustration of multiple kinds.

Sabrina took it a step further, coming to the conclusion that if Nick weren’t going to wear his shirts, she should. So when he was in class one day, she snuck in his room and stole a couple. They smelled like him and were incredibly soft and for a moment almost put them back. Perhaps wearing his clothes was too intimate, but then she remembered how he’d winked at her as he massaged her feet the previous night and she was annoyed again.

When Nick came home later he was struck by what was waiting for him in the kitchen. Sabrina Spellman had her hair in baby buns, dancing to some pop song as she cooked, wearing one of his dark grey shirts. And nothing else. He’d thought about this moment more times than he’d care to admit, Sabrina wearing his clothes and smelling like him. Nick imagined she’d slip it on after he worshipped her body, her wanting to be closer to him by wearing his shirt, despite what they’d just done.

“Hey, Nick.” Sabrina said in between singing lines of the song when she noticed he was there. His stunned expression was obvious, and his gaze trailing down her bare leg made her shiver. Though she covered it up well with a smile. “I’m making Alfredo, do you want some?”

Nick could feel his heart ringing in his ears. She looked so damn beautiful in his clothes and all he knew is he had to get out of there. So he mumbled a no thank you and sequestered himself in his room for the night. Sabrina smirked to herself, knowing her devious plan had worked.

She waited for Nick to stage his revenge but he didn’t, so she just kept wearing his shirts around the apartment. They were actually comfortable and found that their softness and scent felt like a warm hug, and she didn’t want to give that up.

Sabrina was sitting on the counter with a glass of wine, waiting for her popcorn to finish up in the microwave, when Nick came in the door from his night class. She smiled at him when he made it to the kitchen, a real smile because she was genuinely happy to see him, but he frowned. She was wearing his old high school football t-shirt, the one with his name on the back and worn collar. It hung off her shoulder and rode up her leg, exposing even more than normal as she sat, and he stared at her.

“For the love of God, Sabrina.” His voice was deep and husky and he sounded almost pained as he spoke. He wouldn’t meet her eyes, as if pushing these words out were near impossible. “Stop stealing my clothes.”

Sabrina cocked her head to the side and smirked at him. She’d picked that up from him with the increasing amount of time they spent together and he was grateful he was looking away, likely unable to handle it if he’d seen it.

“I figured you didn’t need them, with all the days you’ve been going shirtless.” Sabrina said to him. He looked at her then, and Sabrina saw want in his eyes. The pause he made before he responded to her, just staring at her, made her lose some of her nerve. It wasn’t so easy to be the one in charge when Nick was staring at her like that.

“That doesn’t mean you can just wear them,” He gestured to her and swallowed hard. “Like that.” It wasn’t that he didn’t want her in his clothes. He did. It was the fact he wanted to see her in his t-shirts every day, so badly, that made him feel like he needed to get her to stop.

“Like what?” She asked him as she hopped down from the counter. She leaned back against the stone and found her power again, enjoying the way Nick squirmed as the hem of the shirt rose at the crossing of her arms.

“You know like what.” Nick warned. This was as close as they had come to having an actual conversation about how they felt. He’d called her hot and she’d told him he was sexy, but they were joke-flirting then. Right now they were completely serious, and that was dangerous.

“Tell me.” She nearly demanded and he took another deep breath before walking over to her. He moved quickly and leaned closely, things taking a turn but neither of them caring.

The image of him, smelling like leather and pine, infiltrated her every sense. All she could see and feel was him, as her heart pounded against the walls of her chest with such force, it was surprising her his shirt didn’t burst. Her hands gripped the stone counter behind her as it pressed into her lower back. She didn’t feel it though, all she noticed was him.

He was over her, leaning against the counter and trapping her between him and it, arms on either side. The intensity in his gaze is what kept rooted her there and not slinking away. His face both nervous and in awe, as if he was towing the line. He was deciding in that very moment if he should do more than the brushing of her nose with his, should he capture her lips, or should he just breathe her in and admire from up close.

“Nick.” She breathed out and he could practically taste the wine on her tongue. The power behind her eyes matched his like she was begging and daring him at the same time to break the stalemate. He brushed the fly away hairs out of her face and she leaned into his touch, her heart pleading with her voice to tell him to touch her more. He seemed to get the picture though, because he moved his hand again to cup her cheek. With a final look and a nod from Sabrina, he leaned it. He’d just brushed her lips, barely even kissed her, when the microwave dinged and he pulled away with a curse.

The small contact had been enough though, and they were both panting and breathing and craving more. Sabrina’s body was on fire and he was completely intoxicated by her flushed face. But they were in that place again, huffing and staring at each other, wondering what’s gonna happen next.

Then like a bullet out of a gun, Nick was in front of her again.

“Fuck it.” He whispered and he felt her smile in response as he crashed his lips to hers with such force and fury it was a miracle they didn’t fall down. Her hands buried themselves in his hair and he groaned against her lips as she tugged harder. His hands were exploring everywhere, drifting underneath his own t-shirt and settling on her hips as he lifted her up onto the counter.

They stayed there for a few moments with her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, the kiss deepening every second until it was unclear whose breath was whose and it seemed they would never break apart. The need to breathe outweighed their desire eventually, but it didn’t last long. Sabrina had barely gotten out the word bedroom before Nick was kissing her again and carrying her to his bed.

They were a mess of desperation and pent-up want and need, neither thinking about the consequences of what they were doing. Nick was breaking a promise to his best friend. Sabrina, one to hers. But all that mattered was getting the release from the build up that had existed ever since they’d met each other.

It was more than just the thrill of the other being off-limits. What was happening now wasn’t just because it was forbidden, or because they’d been teasing each other for weeks. They had both always known it to be true that they had a connection. But it became more abundantly clear as he reached places in her no one had and as she called out his name with such a tenderness and looked at him with affection, that they were so much more to each other.

Later with her head on his chest and his kissing her hair over and over, they basked in their afterglow. Neither of them regretted it. And both couldn’t wait to explore what this more might be.

#nabrina #otp prompts #Nicholas Scratch #sabrina spellman #college au #roommates part 2 #maybe a future oneshot?

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Can’t Go Back Part 20

A/N: Here is the next Before chapter. It’s kind of long but I hope you guys like it. I took the feedback you gave me a couple of weeks ago and tried to incorporate more spark. As always, feedback is appreciated and much love. - Em

By Monday, I had turned off the sad feeling. My dad wasn’t home when I woke up. I could hear my mom in the kitchen making breakfast. I checked the weather while I got dressed. It was supposed to be nice today, so I picked a black pleated skirt and paired it with an oversized cream knitted sweater. Just to spite my dad, I put on my most traditional, reddest, red lipstick. A pair of black booties and my outfit was done. “I’m grabbing coffee on my way to school. Gotta go meet Justin!” I called as I ran down the stairs.

“Okay sweetie. Have a good day. Tell Justin I said hello.”

“I will. Love you. Bye.”

“Love you too.”

I texted Monty in the car. Meet me by the football field. I’m bringing coffee.

See you in twenty Doll.

I grabbed some extra napkins at Monet’s and headed to school.

Monty was waiting for me when I got there. I half ran down the hill towards him. I had left Justin’s coffee in the car. “Well don’t you look fancy today.” I blushed.

“I brought extra napkins and I have water in my bag so you can wipe off the lipstick.” I smiled before kissing him quickly. Then I handed him his coffee. He had been eying it discreetly.

“You’re turning me into an addict.” He grinned.

“Oh well.” I shrugged. He kissed me again. “You have red lipstick on now.”

“Napkin?” I laughed and dug it out. “Are you going to career day today?”

“You realize it’s not optional, right?”

“That doesn’t necessarily matter….” He trailed off.

“I’m dragging Justin. Don’t make me have to figure out how to explain why I’m dragging you along too.” I teased.

“Damn.”

“My parents are home, but you can come over tonight if you want. No sex though.”

“Any chance you can be quiet?” He wiggled his brows.

“I can, yes. But the squeaking wasn’t me. It was my bed.”

“Lovely. When are they going out of town again?”

“It’s April, so probably sometime early next month. Mum is done school for the semester at the end of the month. They usually go to a bed and breakfast for a weekend to celebrate.”

“I’ll clear my calendar.”

“I look forward to it.” I smirked. “I’ll see you at career day.”

“Fine.” He grumbled. I smirked again and made sure to swish my hips as I walked away. I thought I heard him saying something about evil, but I couldn’t be sure.

After a stop at my car and locker, I went out in search of my Justin. As expected, he was milling about and goofing off with Bryce. “Morning Justin.” I hugged him and handed him his coffee. “Morning boys.”

“No coffee for us?” Anders joked.

“No, maybe next time.” I joked back. “Hey Walker?”

“Yeah Addison?”

“You aren’t afraid to hurt my feelings, are you?”

“No?” He sounded unsure and his eyes narrowed. “Is this a trick?” He looked at Justin. “Are you going to kick my ass for something?”

“No. I have no idea where she’s going with this one.” He shrugged. I nodded at Monty and Scott when they joined us. Monty had already finished his coffee. I don’t think it’s me turning you into an addict.

“It’s not. I’m serious.”

“Okay then no.”

“And I can trust you to be honest with me?”

“Yes.”

“You can trust me to be honest Addy.” Justin complained.

“Not about this. Do you have plans after school?”

“No? Are you trying to ask me to hang out?”

“Yes and no. I need to take you lipstick shopping.”

“Uh, what?”

“I need you to tell me what red lipstick makes me look the most like a prostitute.” I stated, plainly. Bryce’s eyes went wide. Justin choked on his coffee. Bryce patted his back so he didn’t die in the middle of the hall. That would be a lot of paperwork for Principal Awful. I mean Bolan. The rest of the boys were blinking rapidly at me. Jeff spoke up.

“Who, why?”

“Who doesn’t matter. Why is because now I need to go buy six to spite them.” I grinned.

“You are a strange, strange little girl Addison Hawthorne.” He shook his head and smiled.

“I know. Now are you free or not?”

“I mean, I guess. I don’t want Justin to kill me though.”

“He won’t. Right Justin?”

“Uh, right.” He was looking at me sadly. He knew why I was asking.

Bryce and I were surprisingly civil with one another at Sephora. I picked out a couple of true reds. I texted Justin to let him know we hadn’t killed each other. That’s good. At home, I made myself some leftovers and turned on Netflix while I waited for Monty to show up. When he did, we watched a movie. Well, he watched it. I listened while I washed my face and stuff. Once ready for bed, we talked quietly before falling asleep. It felt so nice to fall asleep in his arms.

Friday night Monty came over again. There had been another… incident with his dad. It didn’t seem too bad this time. Just some bruising along his jaw and his wrist. I got him some ice from downstairs and brought up a snack. He smiled slightly when I handed him both bags. I kissed his cheek softly and finished getting ready for bed. We settled in my bed together and I grabbed the book I had started this morning. He got bored of looking at his phone quickly. So he decided to entertain himself by kissing my neck. “Are you enjoying yourself?” I asked as I turned a page, trying to ignore him.

“Very much yes.” He said into my neck. I tilted my neck a little more to give him better access. I was trying to ignore him. My attempts didn’t last long. Soon, I had abandoned my book, in favour of making out with my boyfriend. I slid my hands under his shirt. He groaned into my mouth when I traced his abs. In turn, he ran his hands along my stomach. I giggled softly. We were careful not to let things go too far or get too loud.

After we got our fill, I rolled over so I could rest my head on his shoulder. I kissed the bruise forming on his jaw. He smiled. Monty placed a kiss on my forehead and pulled my closer to him. My arm started to hurt a bit so I rolled over. We got comfortable spooning. I fit quite well as his little spoon. It was so nice.

“Did you want to see me tomorrow?” Monty asked as we cuddled.

“Of course.” I smiled. “Why?”

“I think it’s only fair that I introduce you to my hobby. It’s about time you learned the joys of baseball.”

“Only if you promise not to laugh when I’m terrible.”

“You couldn’t be terrible if you tried Addison.” He nuzzled my neck. I bit my lip to hold back a moan and a giggle.

“You have clearly never seen me attempt to do sports.”

“At least I’ll be entertained then.” I rolled over and as I expected, he had a shit eating smirk on his face.

“Hey!”

“What?”

“Ass.” I sat up and crossed my arms. I refused to look at him.

“I’m sorry.”

“Mhmm.” I really couldn’t say anything else. It would have given away my feelings too much.

“Come on baby. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” Montgomery sat up to kiss my shoulder softly. “I was kidding.” I bit my lip to keep from smiling too obviously. “Baby.” He whined. “Please? I’m sure you’ll do great.” I turned to look at him, grinning. When he saw my face, his eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. “Evil. You are an evil girl.” He laughed.

“But I’m your evil girl.”

“I know. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He moved suddenly and rolled us over, so he was on top of me. He leaned down and kissed me playfully. I giggled quietly at his sudden display of affection. His hands found their way to my hips and started tickling. I couldn’t hold back a laugh. We were supposed to be quiet since my parents were home.

I laughed louder than I meant to. He didn’t stop tickling me until we heard footsteps coming towards my room. We both froze. I covered my mouth. “Addison? Is everything okay in there?” My dad called from the other side of my door.

“Yeah Dad. I’m just reading and something funny happened.”

“Okay.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.” I called back.

“It’s not a problem. Don’t stay up too late tonight Addy.” Neither Monty or I breathed until his footsteps retreated and my parents’ bedroom door shut. I let out a sharp sigh. Monty let out a long breath and hung his head. I snorted softly to hold back a laugh. He shook his head and bit his lip. He shushed me softly. I couldn’t help it and let out a quiet laugh. Wrapping my arms around him, I could feel his body shaking. He moved to look at me smiling.

“That was close.” He whispered.

“So close.” I whispered back.

He climbed off me slowly and we got comfortable again. I rested my head on his chest. The quick lub dubs of his heartbeat relaxed me. When he rose his arm, I looked up at him. He covered his mouth and started laughing again. I couldn’t help but laugh along. “Better get your laughs in now. Since you can’t laugh at me tomorrow.” I told him when he had calmed down again. That got him laughing again. Finally, after another several random bouts of quiet laughter, we drifted off to sleep. Monty woke me up with soft kisses when his alarm went off before my parents woke up. Thankfully they slept in on Saturdays sometimes. I watched him get dressed from the comfort of my bed. This certainly is a nice way to wake up. Too bad we can’t do this every day.

“I’ll call you in a little while.” He said, before he leaned in to kiss me again.

“Okay.”

“Bye Bookworm.”

“Bye Casanova.”

I stayed in bed for a little while longer. It felt colder without my boyfriend there. Monty texted me about twenty minutes after he left to let me know he got home.

Just got in. I’m going to go shower. Wash the terror of almost getting caught by your dad off.

That’s good. I’m going to hop in the shower in a bit too. What should I wear today?

Something moveable. My old glove should fit you.

I can work with that.

Question is, do you need the little league one or the one I used in middle school? :P

I’m not that small de la Cruz. :P eyeroll emoji

Debateable Hawthorne. Does this count as full naming you?

No. And don’t try it.

One day.

Yes dear. You keep telling yourself that. :D

I will. Gotta shower. I didn’t answer him after that and went to shower myself.

When I got out, I saw I had a text from Justin. Are we going to career fair Monday?

Sorry I was in the shower. I don’t think its optional Justin.

Everything is optional if you make it that way.

No. That isn’t how life works. We are going. See what’s out there.

Ugh fine. If we have to. :P

We do. I’ll see you Monday. Try to stay out of trouble until then.

I make no promises. I rolled my eyes and threw my phone on the bed. Pulling out some clean yoga pants and a work out tank top, I got dressed. I decided to throw my hair in a bun while it was still damp. That way it stayed up and off my neck. It was warm out today so I would probably sweat regardless. Monty called me while I was putting on sunscreen.

“Hey beautiful.”

“Hey handsome. You’re on speaker. My hands are all covered in sunscreen.”

“No problem. I just realized we never said when we were meeting or where.”

“We didn’t.”

“How does one thirty sound? Watson park?” It was a more secluded park on the edge of town. We would have less of a chance of running into someone we knew there.

“Sounds great. I’ll see you then.” He hung up and I checked the time. It was just after twelve, so I had about an hour until I had to leave.

I could hear my parents in the living room as I came downstairs. My mom was watching something on History and dad was pretending to pay attention. They were cuddling. They really are cute together. “Justin and I are going to the park for a while later.”

“Make sure you put on extra sunscreen. It’s supposed to be sunny today.”

“I will Mum.”

“Tell Justin he’s welcome to come over for dinner if he wants.”

“I’ll see if he can Dad.”

“Okay.” Since my dad seemed to be in a good mood, I sat with them for a while after making myself a peach smoothie. Even though I had no idea what we were watching, I tried to follow it. Soon it became clear that it was a documentary on King Henry VIII. I’m pretty sure Mum has watched this one at least twice. No wonder Dad isn’t paying attention. My phone dinged, signaling a text from my boyfriend. I’m leaving now. See you in a bit baby.

Okay, see you soon. Drive safe.

You too.

“I’m going to head out now. I’ll see you lovebirds later.” I said as I gathered up my things.

“Okay honey, have fun with Justin.”

“Have fun. Remember your sunscreen and water.”

I got to the park shortly before one thirty and found an open area to wait for Montgomery in. I pulled out my notebook to jot down some general setting descriptions to use later. While I was looking around the park, I spotted him. He was walking towards me in a pair of sweats and his baseball practice shirt under a flannel. Not to be confused with the jersey. Or so I had been told by Justin, who had been told by Zach and Bryce. His baseball glove was in his back pocket. He was carrying an extra, which I assumed was for me in his left hand. A baseball was being tossed in the air with his right. I waved at him. He nodded at me and sped up in my direction. “Inspiration hit?” He asked upon reaching me. I was shoving my notebook back in my bag.

“Yeah. It’s just so pretty out today.”

“It is.” Monty nodded as he placed the few items he had with him on the ground. He sat down beside me and kissed me. “Hi.” He said softly.

“Hi.” I kissed him again.

They were both chaste kisses. Neither of us were sure just how alone we really were. We snuck looks around and didn’t see that many people. Definitely not anyone we knew. So, the next time we kissed, it was deeper and more passionate. Still publicly acceptable of course.

“Are you ready to learn how to throw a baseball?”

“I mean, it can’t go much worse than the time Justin tried to teach me to throw a football.”

“I feel like there is a very painful story around that.”

“Yeah. It’s best if I stick to,” I paused, knowing I was walking right into a sex joke, “round. I know how to shoot a basketball. He made sure of that.”

“That’s good. I need to hear that story sometime though Addy.” He stood up and held a hand out to me. I accepted it and he pulled me up. Now that we were both standing, I went in for a hug. His strong arms wrapped around me tightly. I felt so safe and secure. I wish we didn’t have to hide things so much. It is kind of fun though.

“You will eventually. Not today though.”

I watched him pick up both gloves and the ball. I left my bag on the ground since we wouldn’t be moving very far. I took the glove he handed me and put it on. Monty walked around me and placed his hand on my hips. “Do we want to throw horizontally towards that tree or vertically to the trash can?”

“Horizontally.”

“Okay.” He adjusted my position slightly. Then he went to stand to my right side. “So, you need to stand with your feet squared towards me.” I did as he instructed. “Feet shoulder width apart. Make sure your shoulders and feet are squared.” I adjusted my feet. Because I was nervous, I was a little tense. Okay maybe I was a lot tense. I wasn’t sure how this was going to go. The last time I had tried to be athletic with sports balls, I hit Justin in the groin with the football. I’m rather attached to Monty’s junk. And I don’t feel like making the boy cry today. Montgomery was watching me. I could feel it. I peeked up at him.

“Yes?”

“You are really tense Addy. You need to loosen up a bit.” He took in my stiff posture. “Actually, a lot.”

“Okay.” I shook myself out a little.

“Not enough.” He smiled. I shook out a bit more. He shook his head and ran his tongue along his top lip. His brown eyes narrowed at me as he smirked.

“What?” I asked as my eyes widened slightly.

He moved in the blink of an eye. One second, he was standing next to me. The next, he had he arms around my waist and had lifted me into the air. I laughed loudly, not caring who heard. Monty spun us around and we came to a messy tumble on the ground. We rolled around a little. I ended up on top, straddling him. His hands instinctively went to my hips to keep me steady. “Feeling loose?”

“I am now.” I grinned and kissed him again. He sat up as he kissed me before pulling away.

“Don’t get too carried away Addison. We are in a public park after all.” He smirked at me. I pushed him lightly. Standing, I held a hand out to him and we resumed our initial positions. “Feet and shoulders square.” He adjusted me slightly. “There, that’s good. Now you want to keep all of your movements close to your body.”

“Okay.” I nodded. “Can I have the ball now?”

“Patience Bookworm.”

Now that I was in the right position and loose, he stood facing in front of me so I could see how he wanted me to move. “You want to shift your weight back like this.” He demonstrated the motion. I mimicked it. “Good. Now you need some force, so you’ll want to push down with your back leg and stride forward.” I followed his movements. “With your upper body you want to go like this. Keeping your movements equal and opposite.” He held the ball in his glove with his pointer and middle fingers on top, his thumb and folded ring finger on the bottom. I watched as he separated his ball hand from his glove and brought it around back. “Move the ball pointing down as long as you can. And when you get into actually throwing it, hold it facing where I’m standing now. Don’t hold it facing backwards or towards me.” I nodded. Watching him move while he explained made so much more sense. I was significantly more at ease. “When you get to this point you want to start to smoothly rotate into the throw and release the ball.” He didn’t release it though. Instead, he motioned for me to copy his upper body movements. I copied them as best as I could. When I made an error, he came over and gently corrected it. He tucked my glove in a bit when I rotated. It took a few tries, but I got the hang of it. “Now we are going to put it all together, okay?”

“Okay.”

“As you stride, your upper body starts to move.” He demonstrated again, without releasing the ball. I copied his actions. “There you go. Try it a few more times.” Monty moved around to stand behind me in case he needed to correct anything.

After a few more tries without the ball, he finally let me try holding the ball. I couldn’t release it yet. Fundamental movements first. I mimicked how he had been holding it. He had me try with the ball a few more times until we were both confident that I had the motions down. “I think you’re ready to learn how to catch now.”

“Is that easier or harder than throwing?”

“There’s less steps. Whether it’s easier or not is more about if you can receive the ball.” My eyes shifted back and forth. I looked at him, confused. He backed up a few meters towards the oak tree. “It depends if you stab your arm out to catch or not. You don’t want to stab. You want to receive.” I nodded like I understood. “It’s easier to show you. Toss the ball to me.” I tossed it and he stuck his glove out to catch it. “That’s stabbing.” Monty walked back to me and handed me the baseball. Then he resumed his position a few meters away. When he waved me forward, I tossed it to him again. This time he caught it and his arm went from out to in. “That is receiving.”

“Ohhhh. Okay. I see.”

“Are you ready?” I nodded. He tossed me the ball lightly and I caught it in the glove. I smiled brightly at him. “Good. That’s really good. Now toss it back.” I did.

We tossed the ball back and forth for a few minutes, just so I could get used to catching it. “Are you ready to start throwing properly?”

“Yeah.” I grinned. My boyfriend was a surprisingly good teacher. He threw me the ball and I caught it properly. Taking a deep breath to focus, I threw the ball like he had shown me. I hopped a little when it went straight for his glove, and he caught it. He laughed and smiled at me. We continued our game for another ten minutes or so before taking a water break. He dropped his flannel on my bag and gave me a quick side hug.

“Wait here.” He said, holding up a finger.

“Alright?” Monty kissed the top of my head before running off to, I assumed, his Jeep. When he returned, he had his baseball hat with him. He held it out to me. I looked at him questioningly.

“Try it on. You’re doing good. Now we just need to make you look the part.” I took the well-worn hat from him after I pulled my hair out of the bun. It looked a little kinky, but I was able to finger comb the knots out. Placing it on my head, I grinned at him.

“How do I look?”

“Perfect.” He leaned in to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him closer to me. He nipped my lip. I pulled away.

“Public park, remember?” I smirked.

“I know, I know.”

“I don’t think I could look Deputy Standall in the eye if he had to break it up.”

“Nope. Never.” We both shuddered. “What do you say to a few more rounds?”

“Yes please. I’m good at this. No one has gotten hurt yet.”

“Yes, you are. I told you, you would be Addy.” I waved him off and we got back to our game.

On our walk back to our respective vehicles later that evening, we walked hand in hand. “Next time I’m teaching you how to bat.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? I feel like there’s more room for injury with that.”

“Seeing as you did this well with throwing and catching, batting shouldn’t be that hard for you.”

“If you say so.” I shrugged. We had made it to my car. He kissed me goodbye before I got in. And then kissed me again when I rolled the window down to say bye. And then one more time before I drove away. I couldn’t ignore the ever-growing number of butterflies in my stomach when we were together, or I thought about him. It seemed like every day I was getting closer and closer to saying the L word. There was still something in me that was saying to wait to say it though. There were still things we needed to discuss first. Like my dad. And his dad.

Later that week, my dad and I had gotten into another fight before school. It wasn’t even important. I blocked the memory from my brain as I went about my morning. Justin didn’t suspect anything had happened. I had learned I had to ignore most of what my dad said it me. It was frustrating that my dad was a dick, but there wasn’t anything I could do. I really just wanted to spend some alone time with Montgomery. It was hard having to pretend to simply tolerate him because he is friends with my friend’s friends.

I spotted my boyfriend walking to his locker while I was talking to Alex. “That’s really cool. Hey, I totally forgot I have to hand in a French assignment next period. It’s still in my locker. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Yeah. See you Addy.” He nodded. I tore a piece of paper out of my notebook and scribbled out a note. Walking calmly in Montgomery’s direction, I slipped the note in his hand as I passed. He didn’t acknowledge it except for an almost impercepable twitch of his lip.

There was an old class turned supply room on the second floor of the sciences building that no one used anymore. I waited for Monty there. It was warm so I took off my sweater. My head snapped up when he knocked. Jumping off the empty desk in the corner, I ran to open the door. I kissed him as soon as the door closed after grabbing his wrist and pulling him inside. “Not that I’m complaining, but what’s gotten into you Addison?”

“Nothing. I miss you, that’s all.”

“I miss you too.” He smirked. I smiled up at him. He leaned down and kissed me softly.

“I missed this.” I muttered against his lips as he walked me backwards to the desk I had previously occupied. He easily lifted me onto it.

“So did I.”

“Needed this.” He kissed down my check to my neck. I could feel him searching for that special spot under my ear. When he found it, I sucked in a sharp breath. He nibbled at the spot slightly. There was no doubt in my mind that there would be a mark by the end of next period.

Satisfied with his work, he kissed back up my neck and recaptured my lips in his. “Needed this so much.” I muttered.

“I know. Now stop talking.” I sighed in response. Slipping my hands under his shirt and around his torso, I scratched his lower back harshly. Monty sucked in a harsh breath. Have fun explaining that one at baseball practice. His fingers wound themselves in my hair. He gathered a small chunk at the base of my skull and tugged gently. Couldn’t pull too hard or we risked exposure. Before things could go any further, his phone buzzed in his pocket. “Fucking people, I swear.” He grumbled as he pulled away. He rolled his eyes as he read it. “Bryce wants to know if I want to spend my lunch hour practicing my long toss.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. Why would I want to spend an hour doing that, when I could spend an hour in here with my really hot girlfriend?”

“I mean, Bryce is kind of pretty. In a weird, tries too hard way.”

“Can I tell him you called him pretty?” Monty chuckled.

“No. I don’t need his ego getting even bigger. No one needs that.”

“Fine. It stays between us.” I pretended not to hear the “for now.” He added under his breath.

I hopped down from the desk and used my camera as a mirror. “You messed up my hair.”

“You carved into my back with your claws.”

“That’s easy to hide until practice. And you’ve never really complained before.”

“I’m not complaining.” He shrugged. I flipped my hair upside down and tried to shake it out some. Not trusting my boyfriend to not lie about my hair, I looked in my camera. It was a little better. In a pre-emptive attempt to cover the hickey that was forming, I braided my hair to the side. He pouted slightly.

“I don’t have a believable excuse for the hickey.”

“Fine.” He rolled his eyes dramatically. I stood on my tip toes to kiss him gently.

“I’ll see you later.” I whispered.

“See you.” He whispered back. I left first and made my way down to the cafeteria.

Justin looked at me when I sat down. “Where’ve you been?”

“Ladies room.”

“It’s been over ten minutes since lunch started.”

“There was a line.”

“Okay.” He shrugged. He didn’t seem too concerned when Montgomery sat down across from him five minutes later. My lunch was too appealing to him. As such, he missed the wanting gaze Monty sent my way.

“Did you get my text?” Bryce asked him.

“Yeah.”

“You didn’t answer?”

“I was busy.”

“Doing what?”

“Stuff.”

“What stuff? You holding out on us Monty?”

“Nah. It was math stuff.” He shrugged it off. I was shocked when Bryce didn’t press further.

The next morning, I walked to class with Justin. I was trying to stay involved in our conversation. But I couldn’t stop focusing on what my dad had said earlier. Was he right? Was there even a point? It is hard to get published. Maybe it would be a waste.

“There’s something wrong.”

“No, it’s fine Justin. My dad and I just got in a fight this morning is all.” I said.

He sighed heavily. “Of course, he did.”

“It’s nothing.”

“You’d think he would realize that he can’t dig at you forever.”

“I wouldn’t hold my breath on that one.” I shook my head and hugged him before running off to class. I ignored the small, sad feeling in my chest. I had resigned myself to the way my dad was a long time ago.

Monty was over at my place studying while my parents were out on date night.

“What did Justin mean this morning?”

“When?” I looked up from my textbook and quirked my brow across the table.

“This morning, when you were walking to class.”

“What do you mean?”

“I heard him say something about your dad when you passed us in the hall.”

“Oh. It wasn’t a big deal.”

“It seemed like a big deal to you.” I sighed and stood up.

“It was just a tiff.”

“A tiff?”

“Yes. A minor fight.”

“I know what a tiff is.” He huffed.

“It happens.”

“What happened?”

“My dad and I got into an argument this morning. It wasn’t a big deal.”

“What was the argument about?”

“I don’t know. Something stupid?” I shrugged and grabbed an apple from our fruit tree. I offered him one. He shook his head and stood up. I watched him as he picked up an orange from the basket.

“Something stupid?”

“Yeah.”

“Like what?”

I was quiet for a while. I didn’t want to deal with this now. You do. Maybe talking to him will help. It’s been long enough. You can’t keep this from him. Talk now before it blows up in your face.

“School.”

“School?”

“Registration for classes next year starts next week. And since junior year is important, I was looking at college admission requirements.”

“And that’s a bad thing?”

“Guess so.” I shrugged.

“What happened?”

“We got in a fight. He said some pretty hurtful stuff. I hurt inside for a second. Then I went to school.”

“What did he say?”

“Nothing he hasn’t said or implied before.” I was getting upset again.

“What did he say?”

“It doesn’t matter.” I sighed.

“Well, it upset you. So, it matters.”

“It really doesn’t.”

“Yes. It does.”

“There’s nothing I can do to change it. So, no. It does not matter.” I rolled my eyes to try to keep from crying.

“Addison.” He grabbed my arm gently.

“What?”

“It’s not healthy to ignore the fact that you’re upset. And if I can’t roll my eyes at you, you can’t roll your eyes at me.”

“That’s rich coming from you.”

“How do you think I know it’s not healthy?”

“I don’t take out my feelings on innocent people Montgomery.”

“Okay well first of all, I don’t know if you want to sit here and call Tyler Down innocent. Second of all, that’s the point.”

“That I don’t hurt people because I can’t deal with my emotions?”

“That you don’t do anything with your emotions. At least I’m expressing it. You sit and pretend everything is fine.”

“So, you admit that you can’t deal with your emotions.”

His eyes darkened. “We aren’t talking about me.”

“Maybe we should be.” I motioned to the bruise forming on his cheek.

“Well, we aren’t.”

“Fine.” I sighed. I wish he would just tell me about it. Pot, meet kettle. Shut up.

I was silent again as I played with my still untouched apple.

“You’re doing it again.” Monty said from the table. He had pushed aside his homework and was peeling his orange into individual slices before eating any. Interesting.

“He doesn’t like or agree with what I want to go to school for. Or where I want to go.”

“You’ve told me that.”

“Yeah, but he really doesn’t like it. Like turns into screaming matches doesn’t like.”

“Okay.” I realized after a few beats of silence that he was waiting for me to elaborate.

“Do you remember when I told you that I wanted to be a writer on our first date?”

“Yes. And you thought I would think it was stupid.”

“Yeah. You seemed confused.”

“I was. I still am to be honest. I’ve watched you write. I can tell you’re passionate about it.” “I’ve wanted to be a writer for as long as I can remember. I don’t think I really ever wanted to be anything else. At least, not after I understood that I couldn’t be a dog or a fictional character.” Monty bit back a chuckle. “I was six.” A look of understanding crossed his face. “But my parents, my dad mostly,” I paused, “once it became apparent to them that it wasn’t just a little kid big dreams thing, my choice was questioned. Anyway, this morning.”

Flashback

I was scrolling on my laptop while I ate my breakfast. I had both Ole Miss and NYU’s admissions pages up. I was cross referencing with the list of course offerings at Liberty next year. As I was scrolling through, I heard someone coming downstairs. I can take French and Algebra II. And Drama II. Hmmm. I’ll have sciences done. “Morning Addison.”

“Morning Dad.” I said, distractedly.

“What are you looking at?”

“Just stuff for school.” He walked over with his coffee to see.

“Oh. You still think you’re going to one of those schools.”

“What do you mean, ‘those’ schools?”

“I told you, you’d be better off going to Oxford. I’d even accept Cambridge.”

“And I told you I don’t want to study in England.”

“I don’t see how that matters. You probably won’t get into either of your choices anyway.”

“What do you mean? And if you don’t think I’ll get in there, how do you expect me to get into Oxford?”

“I mean you probably won’t get in. There are a lot of applicants Addison. They stand out.”

“We both know that isn’t what you mean. So why don’t you come out and say what you’re thinking?”

“You probably won’t have the marks.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“No need for the language.”

“I am in three Honours and AP classes. I will be in four next year. I’ve been at or near the top of my class since the sixth grade. Please explain to me how in the hell you think I won’t have the marks.”

“You’re in high school now. There are smarter people than you there.”

“Oh my God, Dad.” I shook my head. “I’ve gone to school with the same kids since kindergarten. It’s Liberty High. You didn’t send me to Hilcrest.”

“See, there are kids smarter than you. With as many applicants as these schools get, your marks won’t stand out. Besides, they aren’t even that good of schools.”

“They have some of the best writing programs in the country. And they are both very good schools outside of that.”

“You still think you’re going to school for writing. That’s sweet. But I won’t have my daughter wasting a degree on writing. An English degree will get you nowhere in the real world, Addison. And we both know you won’t marry rich. You can’t live off of your husband.”

I had heard his argument many times before from my parents, but the anger I had felt was beginning to dissipate none the less and that ever so familiar small feeling was coming back. I had to blink back tears. He didn’t see them. “It’s not a waste.”

“You can’t pay bills with books Addison.”

“Maybe I could.” I defended.

“Doubtful.” The fight that had been in me was rapidly leaving my body. I just wanted this argument to be over. I will not cry in front of him. I will not give him the satisfaction.

“Okay.” I muttered quietly. I looked at the clock on the stove. “I have to go or I’m going to be late.”

“Okay. Your mom and I have date night tonight.”

“I remember. Have fun.” In the car, I sat in the driveway for a couple of minutes and then shook my head. I had places to be.

End flashback

When I finished recounting my story, Montgomery came around to my side of the table. He sat down in the chair beside me and pulled me into his lap. It was only then that I realized I was shaking and that there were tears rolling down my face. He held me while I cried. I could feel him rubbing soothing circles on my back. I buried my face in his neck and cried. I was so tired of my dad making me feel small and unimportant. I didn’t want to deal with it anymore. But I knew there was nothing I could do. So, I had my feelings, and then just as Monty had argued that I do, I shut it off. I lifted my head from his neck and wiped away the remaining tears. He was looking at me with sad eyes. It was a look, it occurred to me, that I had probably given him-and Justin- countless times before.

“And it’s not just with school. He just… doesn’t really like me, I guess. Or maybe he does. But he doesn’t know how to show it? I don’t know.”

“Why didn’t you say something before?”

“I don’t know. It’s not a big deal to me. I’m used to it.” Montgomery sighed. We could both tell that this was just going to go around in circles.

“Okay. But you shouldn’t have to be used to it.”

“I know. But that isn’t my reality. So, I’ll live with it.” I shrugged and got up to get myself a glass of water.

“Talk to me next time?”

“Okay.” Maybe.

Monty walked over to me and kissed my neck softly. I smiled a little. After I put my cup down, he picked me up suddenly. I gasped and laughed in shock. “What are you doing?” He didn’t reply. I shrugged, not having any energy to fight his grip, as he carried me over to the couch. He plopped me down on the couch. There was a particularly evil smirk on his face when he sat down and turned to me. I gave him a confused frown. Then it happened. He started tickling me. I gasped again and started giggling and screeching uncontrollably. I was grinning at him and panting by the time he stopped.

“Feel better now?”

“Yes. Does this mean I can tickle you when you’re upset?”

“No. I’m not ticklish.” Sure. I’ll find the ticklish spot. It might take a while. But I’ll find it.

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pointnumbersixteen · 3 years

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Random Notes from a 3AM Rewatch of the First Half of Free Pass

1) “Help me, I can’t swim.” Golden, Mary.

(So, an aside from my life: I did something like this to one of my roommates my last year at university, for something like three days straight, because I’m a bit of an ass and it was funny. It’s amazing what people will feel sorry for if you personify it enough. Making the spaghetti cry “Mommy, please don’t let them take me, I’m scared,” was enough to get her to stop turning the fork anyway. I don’t think she finished a meal for all three days, until she finally scolded me into stopping. We stayed friends for a good seven years afterwards, though.)

2) Corn flakes are the worst.

3) I enjoy the way the Captain looks when he’s in the background judging people.

4) “I don’t think it’s that kind of film, mate!” Right you are, Pat. And I’m interested in learning where you got a peek at the kind of film, Cap.

5) I wonder when Henry VIII came to visit and how Humphrey was when it happened. He reigned for 38-ish years, I believe, which could have easily covered most of Humphrey’s life time (and Henry VIII was executing people right up until the end; he had Henry Howard- his previously executed wife, Catherine Howard’s cousin- executed nine days before his own death.), or, Humphrey might have been relatively young when Henry VIII was old- say, on one of his later progresses and been killed by any one of his children, for any number of reasons, as they were all pretty bloodthirsty. I’d like if we could fix a date to his death, because that would tell us who killed him and give hints at why, which I’m becoming very curious about.

6) Humphrey’s little ‘wheeee’ noise when Thomas picks him up is adorable.

7) But Thomas ruins it by using Humphrey as a football in the next room. Again, why are y’all so mean to Humphrey? What did he do to deserve this?

8) I really like the shot in this episode where Mike says that it’s just the two of them, with just Mike and Allison in the shot, and then it cuts and pans back to show all of the ghosts behind them with their reaction faces. I just find it to be a very satisfying shot for some reason.

9) I love the military drum cadence playing in the background as the crew unload their trucks, and Cap’s reaction faces to it and the sight of 1AD Adam.

10) “...check.” Julian’s face.

11) “Little horse go... clippy clippy clop.” That’s exactly what little horse does, Robin. I will never explain it any other way in my life.

12) I’m gonna have to go with Cap on his choice in men. Every else is drooling over Toby Nightingale, but I personally think 1AD Adam is better looking.

13) “What are they feeding the metal cow?” Mary, I love you. Why cow, of all things? But everything Mary and Pat exchange about the camera equipment is fantastic.

14) I confess, I would totally watch Life of Byron. It’s exactly the sort of trashy period romance I put on when I don’t want to think about things anymore.

15) I wonder how Humphrey’s body is being directed. It can’t see or hear. Is it attracted to other ghosts? It seems to turn up most when all of the ghosts are congregated together- unless one of these guys goes and gets Humphrey’s body without getting his head when there’s a group meeting? Which, come to think of it, I wouldn’t put past them. Or is it just following some sort of circuit, with the correct ways up the and down the stairs ingrained by hundreds of years of trial and error? That would be awful. It just falls down the stairs for the first century or so until the right way finally becomes muscle memory...

16) “Where the tiny peoples dance the memories.” “Yeah, if you like.”

#bbc ghosts #the captain #mary #headless humphrey #robin the cave man #pat butcher #julian fawcett #adam the first ad #toby nightingale

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babylon-cal · 4 years

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Wildflower {c.h}

Pairing : Calum x Gender Neutral Reader

Requested : by @wildflower-tae : hiiii!! first of all i love your blog,i've followed you for a long time and i love your content. can i request like a scenario/imagine/one shot idk what's the difference haha,with calum based on their song 'wildflower' ? you can do whenever you want with it. hope u have a good day/night. love u,stay safe ♡

Warnings : Mentions of Non-Descriptive Sex

Word Count : 1.7k

Wildflower (noun) a flower of an uncultivated variety or a flower growing freely without human intervention.

Nothing about how you two met was cliche. It wasn’t like those moments in cheesy HBO rom-coms where the two love interests would lock eyes with each other from across the room in a party, immediately knowing what to say and falling in love soon after. It wasn’t bumping into each other on the street, causing a clumsy exchange followed by soft glances and one of them asking for the other’s number. You and Calum had met naturally, on a random Saturday night. It wasn’t fate. It just happened. Maybe it was a coincidence.

You had snuck out your bedroom window, your feet landing on the grass below. Dressed in your large coat that was wrapped around your old t-shirt and fell to the mid-thigh of your jeans, you jogged across the lawn and out onto the street. The wind blew against your face and hair as you did so. You didn’t have a plan on where to go but you just let your legs carry you to wherever it wanted to, turning left into another street and past the corner shop that you always bought your ice cream from. You were walking now, your hands in the pocket of your coat, one of them fiddling with your pack of cigarettes, the cardboard slightly torn on the edges.

You approached the neighbourhood football field, the only source of light being a streetlight that stood a few metres away. The empty mass of green in the darkness was such a contrast to the usual bright and cheerful atmosphere of children running around after a football for hours, their giggles and yells floating into the air. The two goals that were on either end of the field had rusted posts, the white paint chipped in some places, exposing the reddish brown metal underneath. On the adjacent sides of the fields, were some empty wooden bleachers that looked unfamiliar since they were usually occupied by parents during the friendly football matches that the neighbourhood committee organised every month.

As you approached one of them, you noticed someone sitting on the top of the bleacher seats. He was wearing a dark coloured hoodie and sweatpants, with a beanie nestled neatly on his head. He had a cigarette between his fingers and he didn’t notice you to the left of him, swinging over the railing to land about 3 feet away from where he was.

“Got room for one more?,” His head turned to notice you, hands in your coat pocket, a small smile on your face. He blinked for a few seconds before speaking up.

“Sure, why not?” He took another hit of his cigarette as you sat next to him, a few inches of space between both your legs. You took out your pack and pulled out a tab. “Here, let me,” Calum said, offering to light it for you with his lighter. He was definitely more friendly that you would have thought him out to be, judging from how he looked at first glance. His thick eyebrows accompanied with the moderate amount of facial hair above his lip and across his jaw and chin made him come across as slightly intimidating, his voice being a contributing factor to that as well. You placed the cigarette between your lips as he lighted it for you, his eyes meeting yours momentarily. You used this to give him a cheeky, flirtatious look causing him to awkwardly look down at the flame, only to find a particular interest in the shape of your lips as an orange hue from the fire casted itself on them.

“I’m Calum, by the way,” his voice was deep but also soft at the same time, like the feeling you get across your arms when a warm blanket wraps around them when it’s raining outside. Tingles that lasted for a few seconds.

I hear you calling out my name, I love the sound

“Calum?” you repeated and took a puff. You hated how terrible it tasted - like a bunch of household chemicals, which was easy to say it might as well be, to be fair. The first time you smoked, you remembered it being so dry and it burned your throat but it calmed you down. Since then, it always felt like your lungs were wrapped in a warm blanket - like Calum’s voice did to you just a few seconds ago.

I love the taste

Only yourself and Calum knew how you ended up connected at the lips, the cigarettes dropped from your hands and falling through the crack between the rows and onto the grass below, burning themselves out. Your hands were wrapped around his neck, while he had one hand on your thigh as his other pressed against your back. You could taste the herbs and chemicals on his lips and was certain he could taste them on yours as well. However, you were too busy focusing on how it felt - surprisingly soft, not at all chapped, and the tiny hairs around them poked at your face. It tickled a little bit. His hand on your thigh radiated a heat that you had never found anywhere else.

And I can see it in your face, you’ve got a side you can’t explain

Kissing Calum felt like an escapade from the daily hustle of everyday life, being a victim of capitalism and forced social conformity. Conventions trying to label everybody and categorise them into boxes. Kissing Calum felt like a “fuck that” to all those things. It felt like eating chocolate cake at 3a.m. because no one can tell you not to or taking long drives across the empty streets at 7a.m. to watch the sunrise in a lookout because no one really takes the time to appreciate something like that anymore. Not like you would ever let this man you just met know this, regardless of whether he had his tongue in your mouth or not.

You always thought your mind to be like the universe - ever-expanding with all its multiple complex structures and forms, where no one really understands what they’re ALL for or how they got to be but it takes a long time for an outside body to discover and understand its functions, compositions and complexities. That was just how your brain was wired, you let it do its own thing - there was no need for intervention.

Unlike you, kissing a random stranger they had just met was out of Calum’s nature. At least, since he turned 20. However, there was something about your energy and presence that made him feel impulsive, dare he say maybe even careless. All of his personal convictions and promises he made to himself seemed to shrink and hide themselves in the back of his mind when he let go of his inhibitions to impulsively press his lips to yours.

You’re telling me you wanna come over, you wanna be closer

You pulled apart from the passionate exchange, your lips distanced by only a few inches. The heavy breathing led to the smell of tobacco and tar overwhelmingly stimulating your senses causing slight discomfort to settle at the back of your throat. Calum’s hand had moved further up your thigh, his large hand now resting on the side of your ass and the warmth radiated through the material of your jeans.

“Let’s go back to your place,” you suggested and he fully agreed. Going back with a man you just met? Sounds like a wish for the most awful things you could think of but you took the risk anyway, especially when he gave your ass a gentle squeeze and kissed you again for a few seconds. He let out a low hum as he did so, the small transfer of vibrations from his throat drove you absolutely mad.

Cuz I know where tonight is going

The walk back to Calum’s house was spent with paced footsteps and your hand gently held in his. The air was colder now, and you felt it breeze through your hair. During this time Calum had learnt a few things about you, realising that you were quite the opposite to him. As the headlights of the black Subaru shone as it drove in the opposite direction of your walk, the conversation between the two of you had led Calum to ask you what your plan for the future was.

“I don’t know,” was all you replied, a small smile tugged at your lips. His face was drawn to confusion soon enough, his eyebrows furrowing as he glanced at you.

“You don’t know? How do you not know?” By this point you were at his front door. He searched for his keys and unlocked the door.

“Less talking,” you replied, closing the door behind you as you entered and pulling him in by the collar to connect your lips hastily. Soon enough, a trail of clothes were left leading up to his room with the night ending in heavy breaths and the creaking of the beds shrouded in secrecy within the four walls.

You’re the only one that makes me…, everytime we…,

Calum had found your carefree, liberated nature absolutely fascinating and the sex felt like something out of a dream. Intense, passionate and almost like a haze when it ended but it was the best each of you could have asked for. It happened again, and Calum knew that if he gave in, you would be up all night tangled with each other.

I’ll tell you what I like

He had asked you for your number as you put your clothes on at the foot of the bed. If it wasn’t for the bedside lamp that he had turned on, the room would be in pitch darkness. As you tied your shoelaces, you looked up to him when he asked the question, the covers now covering the lower half of his body. You blinked over the tattoos that were intricately spread out across his torso, noticing a MMXII under his right collarbone.

My wildflower

“Well, I usually don’t give my number out,” you said walking towards him. “because i just like meeting people or bumping into them,” you paused “but..” you leaned in closer to his face “maybe I’ll see you around the football field again,” you pressed a kiss to his cheek and proceeded to leave his house, leaving him wondering and desperate to see you again and as much as he wanted to be able to see you what he wanted, he figured by now that you’re a wildflower, growing freely without human intervention.

#calum hood imagine #calum hood one shot #calum hood x reader #calum imagine #calum hood #calum one shot #calum #5sos imagin #5sos one shot

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spaceskam · 4 years

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a little bit of Alex attempting to chill for @bamfalexmanes ❤️

ao3

warning: mentions of forlex, mentions of noah

Alex woke up at 5 o’clock sharp.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Alex jumped at the voice and was about two seconds away from setting off his taser before he realized who had spoken. Isobel, for some reason, was standing at the foot of his bed with her arms crossed over her chest. He dropped the taser and took a deep breath, unable to stop staring at her like she’d lost her damn mind.

“Why are you here? No, how are you here? I have a fuck ton of security,” Alex said. Isobel gave that award-winning smile and came closer to sit on the edge of his bed.

“And I have a very talented brain,” she said, batting her eyelashes. Alex rolled his eyes. “I’ve decided you needed a day off. You’ve been stressed out and it’s stressing me out, so I called in sick for you and broke in to turn your alarm off and you woke up without it.”

“The alarm is just in case,” Alex said, still glaring at her. She rolled her eyes and shoved his shoulders in a failed attempt at making him lay back down. “You can’t just call into my work or decide I need a day off. I have shit to do.”

“Not anymore,” she insisted, “I called in and your superior completely understood and said to rest and I got Michael and Kyle to take on all your alien-investigation duties, so you’re free. And I’ve got your nice little woodland boyfriend to agree to a chill Alex day. No stress today, it’s forbidden.”

“I don’t actually trust them to do my work, so now I’m going to just stress more because I know they’ll fuck it up,” Alex shot back.

“Nope,” she said, patting his head, “Michael is pretty meticulous about doing things just the way you like it. It’s gross.” Alex kept his glare. “Seriously, go back to sleep.”

“I can’t sleep once I wake up.”

“Well, then stay in bed. I’ll cook you breakfast in bed or something.”

“Isobel--”

“Hush,” she said, pressing her finger to his lips and ignoring the annoyed look on his face, “You’ve done a lot for us, let us do something for you for once, okay?”

Reluctantly, Alex agreed and slowly laid back in bed.

“Isobel, if you’re making eggs, make sure you use the--”

“Nope! Not controlling anything today! La-la-la, can’t hear you being controlling!” she yelled, covering her ears as she left the room. Alex rolled his eyes and tried to relax.

Relaxing definitely didn’t come easy to him, it never had. He’d clung onto the little bit of control he had and, if he lost that, it stressed him out. He remembered always taking over in school projects and taking over making dinner when he was younger, always convinced that if he didn’t do it himself it wouldn’t get done right. As an adult, he clung to that control all the same. But Isobel had apparently done a lot to make him have a stress-less day, so he was going to enjoy it. Or try.

He made it five minutes before he grabbed his phone.

Isobel had put it on Do Not Disturb which he had to maintain a massive amount of willpower to not turn off. Instead, he went ahead and called Forrest himself. Then he would abide by Isobel’s relaxation rules.

“Excuse me, did I misread something? I thought it was let Alex relax day,” Forrest asked, amusement in his voice. Alex smiled and tried to focus on his light existence to help him relax.

“It is, but I’m convinced Isobel is deliberately using the wrong pan,” Alex admitted. Forrest snorted and Alex could hear the sounds of horses in the background. It was nice having a boyfriend on a ranch--he was always up as early as Alex.

“How dare she use the omelet pan for scrambled eggs?” Forrest teased.

“You say it like it’s funny,” Alex said. Forrest laughed easily.

“It is funny. Just relax, babe. Isobel has been planning this for, like, two weeks. She even made you guys a reservation at a spa. Which I’m only telling you because I know you don’t like surprises, but act surprised whenever y’all show up,” he informed. Alex took a deep breath.

“Thank you,” he said. Forrest hummed in response.

“And if you want me to come over and help you relax a little more tonight, I can. Shine the bat signal and I’ll be over in the blink of an eye,” Forrest said.

“I might take you up on that. Haven’t decided how effective Isobel’s relaxation techniques are going to work on me,” Alex admitted, letting the line fall silent. Eventually, though, he sighed and sat up. “Okay, I’m gonna try to enjoy it. Keep your afternoon free.”

“Every moment of every day is free if you’re the one asking.”

“Dork.”

“Always.”

Alex ended the call and put his phone in his dresser drawer. He was going to try. If Isobel went through all this trouble, it was the least he could do.

He stretched and grabbed the remote from the foot of the bed, turning on the TV and going to Netflix. He decided on New Girl (only because Forrest had already started watching it on his account) and tried to just relax.

And it was still hard.

“Aw, look at you, still laying in bed after twenty minutes,” Isobel teased, coming in with two plates of food. He tried not to be concerned when she sat beside him in bed. He usually didn’t eat in bed and he had a lot of memories of his father being angry at him for having food in his bedroom. But he was a grown ass man and he could wash the sheets.

“I’ve laid in bed longer than twenty minutes after I woke up before,” Alex said.

“I mean when you don’t have someone in bed being all distracting,” Isobel said. Alex didn’t correct her. “Thought so.”

For an episode of the show that Alex found funny enough, they sat and ate. Alex thanked her for cooking and tried not to think about if she used the wrong pan or the wrong spatula or the wrong plate. He allowed the plates to be put on the nightstand to take out of the room later and they both laid down and let it go to the next episode.

He felt himself start to relax a little more. Every time his mind tried to remind him of something he needed to do, he shut it down and reassured himself that Michael and Kyle were taking care of it. And if he snuck away later to call Michael to double check, Isobel didn’t need to know.

There was a point where Isobel started telling random stories about whatever she could think of. It was such a distinct thing that he chose not to say anything about. She was trying to open up. She was trying to be a friend. He was going to let her and reciprocate because that didn’t sound bad.

“Wait, wait, back up, you did what?” Alex laughed. Isobel grinned.

“Technically it was more Max and Michael’s doing, but they broke into the football team’s locker room and stole all of their socks after they laughed at me for something I don’t even remember. I think I was blacked out at the time, but they still just wanted to defend me,” Isobel said. Alex laughed and shook his head.

“But why their socks?”

“Small, but extremely annoying,” Isobel pointed out, “They threw them in the desert.”

“Jesus,” Alex laughed, “My brothers would never.”

“Well, you’re in luck because you’ve got people that would do it for you now,” she said, giving him that same wild smile. Alex huffed and nodded.

“Good, I’ll let you know if there’s any socks that need to be stolen.”

“I’ll keep it in mind.”

They laid there for awhile, until the birds had stopped chirping for the morning and the clock read 8:30. Then she suggested he get ready because she had some plans for the day. Already knowing what those were, he agreed.

He let himself take his time, actually taking his time on washing his face and fixing his hair. He wanted to look nice if he was supposed to be feeling nice. He got his prosthetic on and chose something nice but comfortable and decided it was good enough. When he came out of the bathroom, Isobel whistled her appreciation.

“Damn, I knew you had it in you to look good,” Isobel said.

“Here I was thinking I always looked good.”

“Eh, well, your fatigues make you look boxy and when you slick your hair back, you look like you’re trying to blend in too much. I like the messy look with the whole tank-top-open-button-up combo you got going on,” Isobel said, gesturing to him. Alex laughed and rolled his eyes.

“Well, thanks, I guess,” Alex snorted. He looked over to the nightstand to see that she’d already taken them to the kitchen. He just hoped she washed them. “So, what exactly are the plans for today?”

“I’ve got a few things in mind,” Isobel said, that sly little smile on her face. He huffed a laugh and mentally thanked Forrest again for spoiling it for him.

Within a few hours, Alex found himself laid out on a massage table a few feet away from Isobel. She didn’t say anything about it, but he had decided she had a left over couple’s spa trip that she forgot about making reservations for and decided to bring Alex along instead.

He was honestly thankful he didn’t have to be by himself. As awkward as it was to be basically naked a few feet away from your ex’s sister, it was a lot less awkward than it would’ve been if he found himself alone with a stranger that he couldn’t see properly. He needed to be aware of his surroundings to relax and it definitely helped that there were other people in the same room.

So he tried his best. He wasn’t a big fan of massages, having really conflicted feelings about being touched by strangers in general, but he tried. He imagined it was someone he knew, someone he trusted to touch him without making it uncomfortable. Basically anyone he’d hooked up with except for that cadet he hooked up with a few years into the Air Force who kept asking questions about why he had so many scars.

After the massage, they were taken to go get facials which Alex made about half-way through before he had to stop. Too much keeping his eyes closed and that was something he couldn’t do, but he thanked the woman anyway and made small talk while Isobel did the whole thing. It was actually pretty relaxing in a completely different way.

“This one is gonna be your favorite, I just know it,” Isobel insisted once the facials were over and they were headed to the next room. Alex was smiling easily for what felt like the first time in awhile. No forced smiles or no smiles that only lasted a few seconds. Isobel seemed to notice and she held her head up with pride.

They got manicures and pedicures next which had easily proved Isobel right. Part of Alex felt downright giddy about it. The last time he’d gotten a manicure and pedicure was on Maria’s 18th birthday and he barely even got to enjoy them that long. After DADT was repealed, he’d thought about going to get one, but couldn’t bring himself to go alone. But maybe he and Isobel needed to make this a regular thing.

“See, I told you you’d like it,” Isobel said.

“Thank you, Isobel, seriously,” Alex said. She smiled, shrugging a shoulder as if it wasn’t that big of a deal. But it was. He was actually relaxing for once. That meant a lot.

“Don’t mention it. Did I ever tell you about that time we went water skiing and Max broke his nose?”

It wasn’t until they went to a fancy restaurant that she had reservations at that he noticed she’d been talking a lot. Like, significantly more than usual. It wasn’t long that he caught on she was just trying to keep her mind off of real life too.

“Be honest,” Alex said halfway through their meal, “You needed today too.”

Isobel’s smile turned a bit sour and she took a deep breath. It was so distinctly Michael that it was almost jarring.

“Today would’ve been my 6th wedding anniversary,” she admitted. Alex tried to keep his reactions in check, but he couldn’t help the way he instantly felt bad that clearly no one else had known that.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, I just needed to do something to take my mind off it,” she insisted. Alex didn’t say anything, just stared at her. It most definitely wasn’t fine. “I just... I feel like I’m never going to stop missing this man I thought I knew.”

“Honestly? You probably won’t,” Alex said. Isobel scoffed.

“Well, thanks.”

“I mean, look, he was taken from you in a really horrible way. It’s not like he showed his true colors at all. You had, what, half a decade with a man who treated you well at all times and seemed to put your needs first and was kind. It makes sense for you to mourn him even if he wasn’t real,” Alex assured her.

“I hate it, though,” she admitted.

“If it helps, I didn’t even have that much with my dad and I’m still mourning him. It’s annoying and it’s frustrating, but it’s apart of life,” Alex assured her. She tilted her head.

“Alex, this day is supposed to be about comforting you,” she said playfully. He gave her a smile.

“It can be about both of us,” he said, “I tell you what, let’s make this day into something different. It’s no longer a wedding anniversary to a shitty man who lied, it’s now Isobel and Alex’s Annual Chill Day.”

Isobel laughed, “You really want to do this with me every year?”

“If you needed me to do this with you every month, I would,” Alex promised. He saw tears build in her eyes, but she blinked them away. “You’re my friend, Isobel, and one of the only people that hasn’t fucked me over. I don’t take that lightly.”

“Okay, then. Isobel and Alex’s Annual Chill Day it is,” she said, raising her glass of wine. He raised his to hers.

“Gotta love new traditions.”

And he did. That night, Isobel stayed over and he got one of the best night’s sleep he’d had in awhile. He didn’t even need a man in his bed to get it.

It helped knowing Isobel felt the same exactly way.

#isobel & Alex fic #isobel & alex #isobel evans #alex manes #rnm fic #my fic

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the-littlefangirl · 3 years

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TFATWS episode 2 rewatch commentary

We should've guessed John Walker was going to be an asshole the moment it was revealed he played football in high school

That remix of star spangled man is my villain origin story JEEEEEEESUS i want to punch something

They literally mass produced a Walker action figure in two weeks what the fuck

"Your new Captain America" GAAAAAAAAAAh * angry noises *

"For those who aren't familiar with John's resume" thank you GMA lady

My face during that whole speech: wtf and indignation intensify

Bucky's face: yep same.

Imagine being Sam and everywhere you go you're seeing your one (1) mistake spit in your face overandoverandover again that's g r e a t

Tbh that sambucky reunion was anticlimatic as fuck but i actually liked that, it was like WELL HERE WE GO AGAIN they can’t look at each other for 5 seconds before they need to start bickering

"You think it didn't break my heart" SAM SWEETIE

YeAH TELL HIM SAM

The way I know this clip by heart help me. It's still hilarious but it's even better now that I know that they literally just met and they're already bickering can you PLEASE stop you children

T H E B I G T H R E E

Spoiler it was a thing

Love how nonchalant Joaquín is about this entire situation lmao

"You sure about that"

*Fakes smiles* yeah, * screams *

Congrats at least you didn't rip your arm off this time that's what I call progress

is he… is he wearing high wasted skinny (jeans) combat pants?

Redwing i'm sorry for what's about to happen :(

"Look at you all stealthy" PLEASE

"it's white wolf, actually" n e r d

SAM MATERIALIZING OUT OF THIN AIR SAFHAJSFHA this is the second time that happened it’s so funny

H E LLO H O W A R E Y O U?

GOOD! WHAT DID I MISS! NOTHING

They're literally 5 CHILDREN CHILDREN PLEASE STOP

AND I CAN FLY WHO GIVES A SHIT fsdjhfadjkfh

L e t m e s e e

Four

Yeah

Five!

YeaH

“So they're strong. W h a t e v e r”

SFHJDASKFA we're superheroes ma'am vibes

3 supersoldiers what could possibly go wrong

REDWING MY BELOVED FAREWELL

"I always wanted to do that" *gets punched in the face* you deserved that

YEAH BABEE look at those wings

Why do the knockoff duo have a special handshake jesus fucking christ i hate them

“SAM JOHN WALKER CAPTAIN AMERICA” Sam: *Glares harder*

Sam is having a very shitty day

So are we going to ignore that Bucky did t h e t h i n g with the shield? Ok? Ok.

You can't tell me he wasn't thinking of just grabbing it like a toy and not returning it in the middle of the fight sfj

LOOK AT THOSE W I N G S

*whispers* t h e e arm thing

*Stares at the wall* I CAN'T WITH THAT SEQUENCE WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO MEJSFHJASFAH PLEASE they didn't have to go that far with the grunting noises PLEASE

John Walker getting his ass served is something that can be so personal<3

Also, I like that they've now established that he CAN lose a fight, which makes me wonder if he's also going to use his political influence as leverage against sam and bucky once he goes berserk

"It's one of the big three" "Aliens, androids or wizards" "pretty sure" lmao yeah I don't think that's the vindication Sam was looking for

"Look, I've done the work, okay" SHUT THE FUUUUUUCK UP

"You ever jump on top of a grenade" bucky finding out about it in the middle of a briefing during the war fic trope intensifies

"It's a reinforced helmet" well you're fucking losing the point there then you naive clown

Captain "Kind of the government" America??? NOPE NOPE GOODBYE N O P E NOOOOOOOOOOOPE

"Usually said by the people with the resources" daaamn

“I'm Battlestar. John's partner" A clown that’s what you are

Bucky: YES I'VE REACHED MY LIMIT STOP THE FUCKING CAR

"It'd be a whole lot easier if I had Cap's wingmen on my side" FUUUUUUUUUCK YOUUUUUUU

"It's always that last line" yeP

Erin Kellyman is??? So pretty???

"The GRC care more about the people who came back than the ones who never left" love how they keep putting those random bits since otherwise their position sounds??? Extremely reasonable?? BUT THEY ARE V I O L E N T R E V O L U T I O N E R S fuck off

"Let's take the shield, Sam" oh you BET he's been spiraling thinking about 3224 strategies on how to steal the shield during that flight

Sharon name drop:)

YES I KNOW YOU WERE ON THE RUN FOR TWO YEARS I'D REALLY HAVE WANTED TO SEE MORE OF IT JFC @marvel i hate you so much

The whole Baltimore sequence * chef's kiss *

ELI SWEETIE

Friendly reminder that Isaiah Bradley won a fight against the Winter Soldier. Proceed.

"I'm not a killer anymore" bucky sweetie

"You think you can wake up one day and decide who you wanna be" OOOOF

Carl Lumbly's acting f u c k

"How could nobody bring him up" SAM SWEETIE

I'm going to go ballistic now excuse me:))

This whole scene is so well written jesus fucking christ

Have you praised Anthony Mackie's performance today?

Twitter is this clear enough for you?????

Tbh i'm actually surprised marvel allow them to go there even if the situation didn't escalate.

They put the tiiiiniest handcuffs on bucky lmfao

How many more "bucky"s from Walker's mouth until someone punches him?

"He's too valuable of an asset to have tied up" YEAH BEEP BEEP ALARMS GOING OFF RIGHT THE FUCK NOW UHM THOSE WERE SOME… WORD CHOICES… THAT WERE USED… fuck you Walker

"It's something I use with couples" oh coME ON

SFHAJSDFH this is ridiculous i love it

Malcolm Spellman: * agressively takes notes on Stackie's interviews *

SOUL-GAZING EXERCISE LMFAO

THEY'RE SO STUPID I HATE THEM

Sambucky: *chaotic leg positioning*

Dr Raynor: WOW ALL RIGHT

I love that the staring contest thing is the conclusion of the bucky staring joke lmao

AND DON'T SAY SOMETHING CHILDISH

this is literally not about you bucky

"Maybe this is something you or Steve will never understand. But can you accept that I did what I thought was right?" YEAH!!!!

Why is everyone, on the show and outside of it too, acting as if Sam made that decision of out the blue and didn't think about it for six months straight, and look what happened! He got fucking played! He's feeling enough remorse as it is jfc

"Thanks Doc for making it weird I feel much better" LMFAO

Oh you KNOW that the shoulder clap is going to come back unironically and it's going to be soft as fuck

"I feel better" "I feel awful" props for the honesty boys!

"It wouldn't make sense to work with you" more like you're the fucking government's lap dog and we wouldn't touch that with a twelve feet long pole. Let's fucking go Sam let's fucking go

10/10 building of Walker actually being a fucking asSHOLE

The Power Broker name drop!

Yes Bucky SHOULD beat the SHIT out of Zemo. As a treat.

"We're going to go see Zemo" *CLASSICAL MUSIC STARTS BLASTING IN THE BACKGROUND*

Oh I love that last bird eye's shot at the end of the scene

Overall thoughts: This episode was MUCH MUCH better on second viewing. I do think it’s a little bit too fast paced so a lot of things keep happening and there’s not enough time to process them in between?? Again the best moments are the quiet ones like the flight back and the Baltimore scene, but mad props to everyone from jumping between comedy and drama so fucking well. Even though there are, in tone, some very opposite atmospheres in the episode it never feels chaotic, and the situations that happen are very well connected and don’t feel disjointed at all.

The highlight of the episode was definitely the two different ways Sam and Bucky are (avoiding) grieving over Steve, and how his legacy hangs between them at all times. It makes so much sense for Bucky to take the entire situation so personally because Steve was the One thing he knew he could trust, while Sam is trying to see the bigger picture and not just what Steve demanded of him.

Hope that makes sense!

#tfatws commentary #tfatws #tfatws spoilers

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nachohypno · 4 years

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Nate and Dave Ch. 1

Everything started like a normal day. But you probably already heard those lines.

When I woke up, it was raining outside. But that wasn’t going to stop me from going to class. I just had to reach the bus quickly enough.

I went to the bathroom and looked at myself at the mirror after washing my face. “Looking handsome” I said to myself. I tried to tidy my short black hair. I did the rest of the usual morning routine before heading out of the bathroom.

As I said, it was a normal day, like any other. I went to school in the bus, barely got wet by the rain so I was happy.

I quickly entered school and walked to my locker. I didn’t get wet! Maybe this day wasn’t going to be as bad as I thought!

I greeted a few of my friends as I passed by, but I won’t go into details with them. They were cool, but they aren’t as involved in this story as I would have liked.

I’ll get to them later.

My mind went from happiness to fear in just a few seconds, when I reached my locker.

I noticed a few of the football players passing beside me, but I hid using my locker. Close one, they probably didn’t notice me.

Spoke too soon.

I got approached by one of the guys that just passed by. One of the jocks.

“Do I know ya?” He asked, like it was the most normal thing to ask. Although, he seemed pretty confused. I had to be careful with my answer, it could either get me a punch on the gut or a safe escape.

“I don’t think so?” I didn’t know what to say. I’ve never been approached by one of them in a “friendly” way. He stared at me. It was a bit weird.

‘Why is he talking to me?’ Was one of the questions that came through my mind at the moment.

Suddenly, he snapped out of his staring contest and extended his hand for a shake. “Dave, nice to meet ya”

We shook hands. And he squeezed my hand a lot, I was surprised he didn’t actually break it because it hurted a lot. He mumbled a sorry after noticing my expression of pain.

Okay, that’s something weird. I was expecting one of the jocks going out of their way to harm me in some way, but not to apologize about it.

“It’s… alright. I’m Nate” I mumbled, obviously nervous.

He gave me a big smile, like trying to comfort me. I was pretty scared at this point. Everyone knew these guys were kinda shady.

“Oh, I think I’ve seen you at my biology class, right?” He said, still smiling. I nodded, and apparently that caused his smile to get bigger “Awesome, let’s sit together, bro!”

Oh, he wants me to do his homework. That explains it. Alright, I can do that.

I mean, if it’s that or being beat up, I prefer doing some extra homework.

Survival of the smartest.

I went inside the biology lab. Sat on my usual spot, not too far but not too close to the blackboard either. The perfect distance to avoid being called to the front by the professor.

My partner usually rotated. Not that I’m not a good classmate, but they usually have a better deal or something like that. And today, my partner was Dave the jock.

The guy took off his letterman jacket and hanged it from the back of the chair, then sat down beside me. He gave me another big smile as he stared at me while I prepared my stuff on the table.

“What?” I asked when he started to make me nervous with the whole staring act. I can’t remember when we started being classmates. I barely pay attention to the jocks. It’s like, seeing a letterman jacket means trouble for me. So I try to hide ASAP.

That’s being gay in here for ya.

“What what?” He chuckled. What was so funny?

“Why are you staring at me?”

“I don’t know. I just want to, is there a problem with that?” He said, quite roughly. The smile he had until now vanished, replaced by an expression of superiority.

I took a step back, a bit scared by his change of attitude. He noticed this, and quickly returned to his friendly attitude. “Uhm, sorry. Didn’t mean to sound rude”

He shrugged, again with a big smile. He seemed happy, probably planning something? I decided to stop pushing the subject, to not make him angry.

As soon as the professor entered, everyone shifted their looks to him. He greeted us, and started explaining today’s subject. As I said, like a normal day. I just had to wait until the man gave us a few quiz questions, answer mine and give the answers to Dave, then I would be free of punches.

As expected, professor Lewis gave us some questions and asked us to draw a dick- Sorry, the male reproductive system. I’m a senior, way past the point of finding this things funny. I noticed Dave was chuckling, and a few of his fellow jocks on the back also did.

I grabbed my book from the bag, opened it on the designated page and placed it on the middle of the table.

Dave just took out a sheet of paper, a pencil and a rubber. Greaaaat, he wanted to help.

Speaking about him, he went back to staring at me without rest. It started to get on my nerves again.

So, if he wanted me to make his homework, he could help a bit. “Alright, I’ll do the quiz. Meanwhile, you draw the male reproductive system-”

“Sure!” He beamed up, grabbed his pencil and started to copy it from the book. Weird, why was he so happy to draw a reproductive system? Probably the same reason he was chuckling earlier. Jocks don’t think a lot, I guess.

I started doing my work too. I wanted good and complete answers, but not more than necessary. This professor is a dick and would probably not give me a fair grade if I tried to outsmart him.

By the end of the class, Dave gave me his drawing and I wrote down our names. I wrote down his name next to mine on the answers sheet. He was laughing a bit, for some reason. “What’s so funny?” I asked.

“You seem kinda serious, bro. It’s cool, suits you”

“What do you mean?”

He smiled, but frowned a bit “I… Sorry, can’t tell” Weirdo, but alright. I got freed of the jock and class was over. I started to put my stuff back in my bag and got up.

“Heading to the cafeteria?” Asked my apparently new friend, since he didn’t seem able to leave my ass today. “We could have lunch together if you want”

“Uh… What?” I looked at him and noticed he was staring with lovely eyes. Oh, I get it now. He’s horny and wants a blowjob from the local fag.

Not my department though. I would never do that. I prefer being beaten up than allegedly raped at school. He’s older than me, I’ve heard that last week was his 18th birthday. I could try and get him expelled if he tried to touch me at all.

It’s not every day that you can have lunch with the jocks. I didn’t want to, but Dave already grabbed me by the shoulder and started talking very excitedly. And I mean it.

He asked about weird stuff about me. Favorite color, song, food, stuff like that. I assumed now that he just wanted to be friendly. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

I thought about that to try and comfort myself, because I was freaking out about having this random guy follow me around like some kind of puppy.

I heard about him. Everyone knew about the local football stars. This guy is the quarterback of our team, the Rottweilers.

He has a hot girlfriend, one of the cheerleaders if I recall correctly. He has the good looks, with blue eyes, short light brown hair, a handsome face. He seemed to be mischievously smiling at all times.

I knew he arrived at this year, transferred from another school and luckily, we barely interacted. He never tried to do anything to me which is a relief.

I’ve had some… encounters with the other jocks, and I was thankful that I’ve never returned to my house with a black eye.

We arrived to the cafeteria and he still wasn’t going to shut up, or let me go. I usually had my food at the school’s yard. Way more relaxing and nicer than the awfully crowded cafeteria.

Don’t think of me as that weird loner guy, a lot of people also preferred to have lunch on the school’s yard.

But, awful rain outside. I would probably catch a cold or something, so I didn’t have an option.

“Alrighttt” I said. Taking his hand out of my shoulder and moving to face him. “Look, I appreciate you wanting to hang out with me but…” I looked over at the football team’s table. “I really, really don’t want to go there”

He seemed a bit disappointed, but it quickly vanished as his usual smile returned “Sure, we can sit anywhere else, bro. Wherever you’re comfortable is fine”

I think he didn’t get the message, but still, it was better than nothing. We went to grab a food plate. I loved school’s pasta day.

I went to get a plate of pasta and sat in a random table. Dave sat right next to me.

This thing was getting unnerving. I had a theory though. Dave lost a bet and had to be around the weirdo all day, waiting for me to put my guard down. Well, my friend, not going to happen.

But sadly, he stuck around to me all day as I predicted. The rain already stopped, and I decided to head to the school yard to have some air before my next class.

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After a while, I stopped right on my tracks and turned to him “Alright, what do you want? Why are you following me around since this morning? Did you lose a bet or something?” I was trying to keep myself quiet though. I didn’t want to start a scene mid-schoolyard.

Dave got nervous. “Uh… Uhm… ‘Cuz… I’m…” He looked around frantically, beads of sweat started forming on his forehead. Maybe he couldn’t talk about it in public? Something felt wrong about this.

“Follow me” I said. He did as I told, with a sigh of relief. Like he just got saved from the worst thing happening.

We entered the library. I knew Mrs. Wells would be on her break, so I went to a silent spot, looked around to see if anyone was near and told him “Nobody here, spill the beans”

I shouldn’t play the bad cop. What if this was a trick to take me to an empty place and beat me up there? There’s always the possibility, so I was careful and prepared to run away.

He gulped and started, looking at me like he didn't have any other choice. “This may sound crazy but… I’m a werewolf”

Yeah, he was tricking me.

I turned around and started walking away, but he grabbed me by the shoulders and looked at me with pleading eyes. “Believe me bro, I’m not joking”

I sighed and got back in place. Not because I wanted to, but because he was stronger than me and I couldn’t walk away. I decided to keep going with this charade “If you were telling me the truth, can you prove it?”

He snorted “Pfft. Easy bro. Order me to do anything” His trademarked smile returned to his face.

“Pull down your pants” It was the first thing that came to mind, and he didn’t even hesitate.

He did so remaining with his big smile, as if he was happy to do such a stupid thing. “Oh god, pull them back up!” What if someone saw us?

Bah, who am I kidding? Nobody visits the school library willingly nowadays.

“How is that supposed to prove anything? I was joking!”

But he didn’t seem embarrassed, nor mad. He just laughed at what I said “That proves it, bro! I’m a werewolf and you’re my soulmate!”

I looked at him, startled. He has a girlfriend and came up to tell me that I, a guy who never talked to him, was his soulmate. And I’m the queen of England.

But, he kept explaining. “Let me tell ya. Werewolves, and many other supernatural creatures, are real. I’m one of them, and… This may be even weirder bro.”

He gulped “I still barely understand it. I thought it was a joke at first, but I’m realizing it wasn’t bro” He looked around again.

I did the same, nervously. I placed my face in my hands and just… tried to deal with it. Dave noticed my silence and continued with his explanation.

“Werewolves can recognize their soulmate by their smell. Apparently, it can happen after you reach adulthood” Made sense, if his birthday was a few days ago. I should ask around later to corroborate. “And when you find your soulmate, you’re… bound to them. In mind and body. I just want to be with ya bro, and do what you want. The thought of it makes me feel good, and happy”

Of course, I was speechless. It was a lot of information to process. One of the star players of my high school was saying I’m his soulmate, and that he wants to do whatever I want.

“A-are you r-really sure you’re not joking? This is a r-really big deal” I stutter when I’m nervous. And this was much more than I could handle at a normal morning.

“Look, it’s weird. But since this morning, every second I’ve been around you were the most beautiful moments of my life” He stared straight into my eyes “I love you, bro. And I’m not lying.”

I tried to calm myself down, I turned around and looked at the wall. If I kept looking at the jock I would probably panic.

“So… soulmates?” I asked, hopefully he would explain things further.

“Yeah bro. We’re bonded apparently. I won’t complain, I’m happy to have found you!” Now that I think of it, Dave being a werewolf would explain a few things. Like his smiling and laughing all day, following me around all day like some kind of domestic dog. And his outstanding school’s spirit.

“And… is there any limit to what you would do?” I wanted to make sure. Just curiosity.

He shook his head in denial. “Anything you want. No limits, bro”

I thought about something. I was excited. If everything turned out to be true, I just got myself an obedient werewolf jock. And the idea was like an instant turn on. “Kiss me”

He didn’t waste any second, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a make out session. My first kiss, with one of the football players. Who would have thought about it?

His tongue was surprisingly gentle when he entered, and his taste was unique so to say. But, for some reason, I couldn’t get enough of it. I could feel myself getting turned on as we kept going. He pulled me in closer to him and I felt something in his pants starting to grow.

I broke the kiss after some minutes, it would have been weird if someone saw us.

“Uhm… How was that? Never kissed a guy before” He asked, pretty excitedly.

“I-I don’t k-know… you were my first”

His smile grew bigger and he gave me a big bear hug. “I love you, bro” Oh, he was pretty romantic, huh.

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I decided to leave the library before Mrs. Wells returned from his break. Dave followed me like a happy puppy.

We went back to school and kept chatting about the soulmates subject, but not as loud as we did on the library. More like whispers between us.

“So when you said ‘no limits’, you really meant it? Like, really no limits?” I asked him.

“I would rip my heart off for you, if you want that” He put his hand over his chest, and tried to imitate a poet’s voice while closing his eyes.

“No! I would never ask you to do that, or to harm yourself! What kind of psychopath do you think I am?” I got a bit scared at what he said, thinking that I should be careful with my words, but his smile didn’t vanish. He laughed a bit and stared at me again.

“You look cute when you’re nervous” And now he’s flirty.

I sighed “Are you alright with flirting with me at school? I mean, don’t you have a girlfriend-”

“Gonna break up with her” He said, pretty fast.

“What? Why?”

“Isn’t it obvious, bro? I’ve found my soulmate!” He was really excited about this whole ordeal.

I wondered what his parents may think about their werewolf son being so happy for being completely controlled by a random guy from his class.

“Aren’t you nervous that you have to do everything I say?” Not like I asked for it but… I’m not complaining either. The guy is a stud.

“Nervous? Why would I be? I can’t wait to do as you say, bro”

“Alright, that’s it. I need a break” I walked to the nearest bathroom and he went in behind me. Nice. “Can you give me a few minutes? Uh… Wait for me outside”

He nodded blissfully and walked out.

I just washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror.

“Okay Nate, it’s cool. He’s a good guy, he just wants to make you happy. No need to be afraid of him, or anything like that. You’re the boss around here”

My little pep talk was working, but then…

The terror pair entered through the bathroom’s door.

Butch and Lucas, two players from the football team. I’ve crossed paths with them a few times, and they’re not the nice ones.

“Faggot!” Butch said, as he noticed me. They were bigger and stronger than me, so fighting would most likely be futile.

Unless…

As Lucas grabbed my hair and tried to drag me to the toilet stall, I yelled “DAVE!”.

My knight in shining armor heard my call. He busted through the door and pushed the pair away. I fell to the ground and he helped me up. “Are you hurt, bro? Let’s get outta here”

“What the fuck? You’re friends with faggot now?!” Asked Lucas, but Dave didn’t answer. We just walked out of the bathroom and I cleaned my face with a napkin.

I had a wicked thought at that moment. I could retaliate from all those years of putting my head in the toilet or being humiliated by these guys.

But that would be wrong. I’m better than them, and I would not use dave as a... weapon of revenge.

I remained silent during the rest of the day. It was all too much to handle. I just wanted for this shitty year to end.

Dave actively asked if I was alright or if I wanted anything. He also tried to cheer me up a bit, but to no avail.

I just felt bad.

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Classes were over and Dave insisted on taking me home in his car. I wanted to refuse, but he sounded very convincing.

Like, I would normally shrug him off, but he was one of the high school’s bullies and he still had some kind of power of intimidation over me, I guess.

“Are you alright, bro? Barely spoke after the bathroom thing” It’s weird. He’s trying to be a very cute and wholesome guy, but he mixes it with his… “normal” self and it brings me back to being wary of my answers.

“Yeah… Sorry, I’m alright” I said, trying to sound okay. I totally wasn’t, I was pissed. But it wasn’t his fault, so I didn’t want to involve him.

We arrived at my place and he had a sad puppy look on his face as I left the car. I didn’t have any intention of inviting him in.

I barely invited friends around (I’m not really a loner. I’m just an introvert, but as I mentioned before, I do have friends!)

“Well, call me if you need something. I love you… can’t wait to see you on Monday… Gonna count each second…” He said, dragging the words and trying to convince me with his blue puppy eyes.

Oh, for the love of god. Was he really going to be this persistent?

“Park the car and let’s go in” I said, sighing afterwards. I hope I wasn’t going to regret this choice.

“Really?! Thanks so much, bro!” He did as I told and went to my side.

We entered the house, I said out loud “I’m back mom! Brought a friend!” Dave smiled at that. I just waited for her answer to avoid being rude.

She answered with a “That’s so great, Nathan! Let me know if he stays for dinner!” that came from her bedroom. She was probably doing her daily yoga.

She would be busy for the evening, I think. Hopefully. I didn’t want her to notice the big guy and start asking questions.

I motioned Dave to follow me and we went to my room. Closed the door behind him and sat on my bed.

My house was your… normal suburban house, not too big, and not too small either. It was a nice place, a bit old, but I liked it.

“So… what do you want to do, bro?” The big guy sat on the floor, cross-legged. He was staring at me, smiling like an idiot.

I won’t lie, he’s hot as hell. And I’m all up for having a relationship with this… big wolf on campus?

I mean, I’m not so eager but… would it really be that bad? Jocks weren’t really my favorite type of person.

“Bark” I said. I wanted to test this thing out. He was apparently under my control and had to obey me. What could go wrong? He proved his loyalty after saving me from his teammates.

His eyes unfocused a bit as he gave a cute bark.

I extended my hand and said “Paw” then he put his hand on top of mine. His tongue was lolling out of his mouth at this point.

He was like possessed by a dog. And I’m sure that there’s a movie about that. And just when I thought about that, he started making that weird ‘purr’ dogs make when they feel good. Like a motor.

I moved closer to him and playfully scratched the back of his ears. “How does that feel?” I asked him.

“Hmm… Pretty good, bro…”

I smiled. Just like having a pet. A supernatural pet, yeah.

“Thanks for helping me today” I said, as I moved my hand to the back of his head. “I really appreciate it, kind of tired of those guys already”

He opened his eyes and looked at me “No problem. Nobody will ever hurt you again, bro. You have a soulmate now” He said with a wink, before going back to enjoying the scratching.

I stopped scratching and pulled him in for a kiss. I must admit, it feels good. I still wasn’t sure if this was a prank, but hell I was enjoying it.

He kissed me back, blissfully enjoying each second of it.

He seemed just as gentle as he was the first time, and I could feel his hot breath as we kept kissing. He was excited, I could tell.

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demonwifey · 4 years

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I was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader has a think for beetlejuice’s voice. Like a voice kink.

I struggled with it a little bit because I’ve barely written full on smut before so I hope you guys enjoy. I decided to do a different take and do a succubus reader instead of a human reader.

But still got through it and @paxenera actually got an ask like this as well so go check hers out too!💚💜🖤

Warnings: NSFW +18, succubus!reader

Word Count: 3,453

After a full 2 weeks in the human world Y/N was finally home. Back to the grim darkness that filled the sky. Back to the eerie sounds of wails and moans on the air. Back to a never ending sight of the dead walking around freely. The Netherworld. Home, sweet home.

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And it wasn’t easy being one of the Netherworld’s most infamous succubi. Y/N took the position after having met an early death when she was only 27. She practically lived a boring life when so why not find something a little more exciting and fulfilling in her after life. That’s when her case worker assigned her to work at the hottest Netherworld brothel, Dante’s Inferno. After spending what seemed like 3 months, actually 2 years in human time, she worked her way up to a full fledged succubus.

Of course, being a succubus came with it’s ups and downs. The upside was that Y/N felt more alive than ever. She had sexual power over desperate men. They made her feel in control in every single way. But that was also the downside. Her victims were only in it for their pleasure. They wanted her to take control as they filled their fantasies of being dominated by a sexy seductress demoness. But sometimes she wanted…less. Maybe Y/N wanted someone else to take control. Maybe she wanted to give the power to someone else.And there was only one man that gave Y/N exactly what she wanted. And his name was Beetlejuice.

The demon man came into her life just a year after fully becoming a succubus. The two ran into each other at Dante’s Inferno. Y/N was back to visit her old brothel friends and Beetlejuice was there for a good time. He spotted Y/N as soon as he walked in the door and knew he had to talk to her. The other succubi warned her not to mess around with Beetlejuice but Y/N was way too intrigued. After a night of endless flirting, she pulled the demon man into what used to be her old room. And the two were hooked on each other since

The pair were like ‘friends with benefits’. But friends that had deep mutual underlying feelings for each other that they would never admit. Whenever Y/N was home she would invite Beetlejuice over. While sex was one of their main bonds, they still just enjoyed each other’s company. Y/N loved Beetlejuice’s sweet talk and the ability to make her laugh. Beetlejuice loved her dominant personality and the fact that she always listened to him talk about anything.

Although Y/N genuinely liked listening to Beetlejuice’s wild stories, she also had her own selfish reasons for being so engaged; she loved listening to man’s voice. Most people in the Netherworld thought of Beetlejuice’s voice as literal nails on a chalkboard. But whenever she heard his deep scratchy voice scream out “Babes!” when he walked in the door, it drove her wild. Don’t even get her started on when they have sex. Hearing Beetlejuice’s voice moan and grunt over her was like she’d been sent to heaven.

Y/N wasn’t actually sure if Beetlejuice actually knew about her secret fixation or not; spoiler alert, he did. And she always took note at how he’d get more vulgar when telling certain stories. His yelling and swearing louder at the peak of a story made Y/N more aroused than she’d like to tell. And, of course, he’d never complained when she stopped him mid-sentence to attack his lips in a fever-ish kiss.

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Y/N walked out of her bathroom finally feeling refreshed from a steaming shower. Although she loved her succubus title, she hated the stench that would linger after spending a night with a human man. The smell of desperation and sex was perfect in the moment but she wanted it off of her once the high came down. Although many Netherworld occupants didn’t feel the need to follow basic hygiene since they were dead, Y/N did.

She sat down on her bed and pulled her long coily black hair into a low ponytail. After every feeding, the purple tips in Y/N’s hair would go back to their beaming tint. It symbolized that her demon needs were met. But yet again, her personal needs weren’t met.

While she was gone, Beetlejuice was also gone. Out trying to find unsuspecting humans to say his name three times. Another one of his far fetched plans that Y/N listened to but never took too seriously. And although both demons were in the human world, they never found time to see each other. Y/N was handling her own responsibilities so she never had time to stop and entertain the green haired demon.

As Y/N walked into her living room, she looked around for something to do. She was dressed in only her silk black robe and a pair of lace black panties with her breast remaining free. She plopped herself down on the couch and let her brain think. One of the many sources she had of entertainment was Beetlejuice. But he was gone so she had to find something else to keep her busy. Maybe she could just rest and rela-

*RIIIING*

Y/N rolled her eyes and groaned loudly. It was finally her day off and some random person had to interrupt that. Y/N got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen. Everything in the Netherworld was vintage and antique. Which made the 20 year old in her excited when she first moved in and saw an old landline phone hanging on the kitchen wall. This had better not be those dead football players again, she thought. Y/N grabbed the phone after the 4th ring.

“Hello~?” Y/N said in her now normal seductive tone. One of the things her mentors taught her was to always answer the phone like she was a sex operator. ‘It adds character’, they always said.

“Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to answer their phone.” The all too familiar voice of Beetlejuice echoed through the phone. Y/N felt a faint shiver run down her spine. She was caught up in her own thoughts for a second before clearing her voice and speaking again.

“H-hey, Beetlejuice. Long time no see, or hear, I guess.” She stammered a bit. Dammit, she was supposed to be one of the fiercest succubi in all of the Netherworld. Yet here she was losing that whole persona over a demon who wears stripes for a living.

“And whose fault is that, babes? I’ve called you like 100 times and you’ve never answered.” Beetlejuice claimed with a mock snarky attitude. Y/N scoffed.

“Okay, I’ve been in the human world working. Not all of us get to be free ghosts that come and go as we please.” She shot back, playfulness all in her voice. She then leaned her body against the wall next to the phone.

“You were in the human world? Why didn’t you tell me, babycakes? I could’ve made arrangements to see you!” Beetlejuice practically screamed through the phone.

“I did tell you, Beetlejuice. You just have very selective hearing when your hands are on my ass.” Y/N explained and the phone grew silent for a moment.

“…As true as that may be, we are going to disregard that.” Y/N laughed at the demon’s comment. That’s when he proceeded to tell Y/N about the new couple he was watching, the Maitlands. An average, middle class, white suburban couple. Apparently it was almost their time to die and Beetlejuice was going to use them to haunt their house. While listening to Beetlejuice mouth off about the couple, she moved back into the living room. Sitting herself back on the house while twirling the phone’s spiral cord between her fingers.

“Is that why you called, BJ? To tell me your new master plan? And how are you calling me from their anyway?”

“Oh, the Maitlands have an old rotary phone in their attic. Apparently the husband, Adam, likes to collect antiques. And I called cuz’ I wanted to check on you, duh. Gotta make sure my babes is okay.” Beetlejuice attempted to mumble the last part but the demoness still heard him. Pulling her finger out of the phone cord, Y/N placed her hand over her heart.

“Aw, isn’t that sweet? Mr. ‘Ghost with the Most’ does have a beating heart after all.” She mocked. This time Beetlejuice scoffed.

“Don’t go spreading it around, kitten. It only beats for you.” Y/N would’ve dived more into that last part had she not been too distracted by the pet name he used. Hearing his scratchy voice call her ‘kitten’ aroused her more than she’d like to admit. She squirmed in her spot on the couch, rubbing her exposed thighs together.

“Mmm, Beej you know how much I love it when you call me kitten~” Y/N purred out. She began moving the hand on her chest down the front of her body. His gritty voice mixed with the silk of her robe against her body was making her more and more aroused by the second.

“Getting a little worked up, are we, babycakes? You missed me that much?” Y/N could almost hear him smirk though the phone.

“Don’t get cocky, Beej. You already know which parts of me missed you.” Y/N’s hand grazed its way down to her thigh, not quite ready to touch herself completely.

“Hmm, let me guess. That pretty little pussy already wet for me?” And that was it. As his gruff tone echoed through Y/N’s phone, it was just enough to make her go further. She undid the band that closed the robe around her before pushing the silk fabric away and slipping her hand into her lace panties. Y/N slowly grazed her middle finger over the tip of her clit. Chills covered her body as she felt her pussy entirely soaked. She was too wrapped up in her own world to realize that she didn’t even answer Beetlejuice. And he didn’t like that one bit.

“I asked you a question, babes.” He practically growled through the phone. This caused Y/N’s succubus senses to heighten as her body was beginning to be overtaken by pleasure. Every instance of arousal she’d feel would be boosted by ten.

“Aaah~ Yes, baby. It’s so wet for you, Beej. Only you.” Y/N moaned as she began to circle her finger around the sensitive skin.

“God, kitten. You’ve got my dick rock hard right now.” Beetlejuice groaned out. The huskiness in his voice made her get even more wet, if that was even possible. And Y/N wasn’t oblivious. She knew Beetlejuice was touching himself as well. And, God, if that didn’t turn her just as much.

“Ahh, oh Beej~ I need you here. Please, I need you right now.” Y/N begged as the room was filled with nothing but her moans and sighs. She was never ashamed of begging for Beetlejuice, especially when she knew that’s what he wanted. His groans got longer and lower with each word she sighed out.

“Oh, babycakes, you trust and believe I’d be there right now if I could.” Beetlejuice moaned out. He wanted her, of course. He wanted to feel every inch of Y/N with his own hands. But right now, this is as close as he could get and he was going to make it worth her while. “Your fingers are in you, aren’t they?”

Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut, feeling more pleasure rise to her pussy as she went to slip her index and middle fingers into her wet opening, pumping them in and out slowly. “Mmm, yes. Ah, Beej, baby. And I’m so close.”

“Good. Now stop.” Beetlejuice commanded. Y/N’s eyes shot back open. He couldn’t be serious. Not when Y/N was getting so close to her desperate orgasm. One she’d been rightfully needing after two weeks.

“No, Beej, please. I’m so clo-” Y/N whined and protested but continued to rub herself. Beetlejuice knew this and wasn’t having any of it. When he told Y/N to do something, he meant it.

“I said stop, kitten. I wasn’t asking. ” His voice then got seriously stern, making Y/N feel all too timid. The man was how far away but she still felt the need to follow his commands. Although she let out a quiet whine, she moved her fingers away. The lack of contact made her upset but she still did as told. Beetlejuice knew Y/N all too well and he knew when she’d follow his demands.

“That’s a good girl. Now, stick your fingers in that pretty mouth of yours.” The green haired demon spoke. Y/N couldn’t do anything but oblige. She slowly moved her hand from her throbbing pussy upwards. She lifted her fingers to her lips and placed them slowly into her mouth. Y/N let out a long, drawn out, breathily moan as she tasted herself. Beetlejuice’s groan mirrored hers.

“Mm, fuck yeah, babes. You taste yourself? You taste how desperate you are for this dick?” Y/N continued to moan at his words as she moved her fingers around in her mouth. “Get your fingers all wet for me, kitten.”

Demoness just followed suit. She moved her tongue along her fingers to wet them excessively. Y/N let her imagination wander, thinking of them as Beeteljuice’s fingers. Thinking of how he would wet his fingers with her mouth and then slide them smoothly into her aching pussy, while whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

“Mmmph, Beetlejuice~” Y/N mumbled behind her fingers. She was getting restless. Fantasies could only take her so far before she wanted the real thing again.

On the other end of the phone, Beetlejuice was getting close to finishing himself. He stood in the Maitland’s attic, phone in one hand and leaking dick in the other. He stroked himself roughly, wishing it was Y/N’s mouth around his hardened erection instead. Taking a guess at how she looked in that moment made the man helpless. She was probably sprawled out on whatever surface with her legs propped open widely as an open invitation for him. He listened to her muffled moans through the phone’s receiver intently. God, the people he’d kill to see Y/N in such a helpless position again. Stuck in his own pleasure, Beetlejuice decided he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Okay, babes. Are they nice and wet now?” Beetlejuice asked, ready to give Y/N everything she needed.

Y/N pulled the fingers from her mouth and a small trail of saliva followed behind them. God, she thought, this was about to be too great. “Yes, baby.” She sighed out. The groan Beetlejuice let out was almost enough to make her come right at that moment.

“Mmm, perfect. Now put them inside you, kitten.” The demon man spoke though his own moans.

Y/N didn’t need to be told twice. Her body was hot and aching from her paused orgasm. She quickly moved her hand back into her panties before pushing them into her throbbing pussy entirely. Y/N practically screamed out at the missed contact. Beetlejuice growled louder at her scream and that only made it worse for her. She got back into the previous motion of fingering herself, this time more feverishly and without a slow pace. As she curled her finger against her g-spot as she spoke again.

“Beej, please. I want to come. Please let me come, baby. Oh god, I wanna come just for you, baby.” Y/N begged without hesitation. Her voice was getting higher as she was right on the edge of her orgasm.

“Come for me, kitten. Make that pretty pussy come for me.” Beetlejuice growled through his husky voice one last time as he was right on the edge with her.

Y/N’s moan could’ve reached all of the Netherworld as she finally got the release she so desperately craved. She arched her back against the couch as her pussy clenched and spasmed against her fingers several times. She grinded her hips up and down on her fingers as she rode out the sensation to its end. Beetlejuice wasn’t far behind as he pumped his dick just a few more times before his cum spilled all on the floor in front of him. Even though neither beings needed to breathe, the both gasped and panted like the wind had been knocked out of them. The only thing heard through the phone were harsh breaths back and forth. Finally, Beetlejuice was the first to speak.

“Hot damn, babes. We have got to do that more often.” Beetlejuice sighed out heavily. Y/N sighed along with him in agreement. Her body started to relax as she came down from her high.

“Mmm, believe or not Beetlejuice, I’d actually prefer the real thing.” She spoke while still rubbing below her. On the other end, Beetlejuice tucked himself back into his pants. Y/N also made an effort to get herself together. She removed her hand from her panties before pulling some on the robe back over her. Y/N didn’t even realize how tightly she was gripping the phone in her hand. She loosened her tight hold on the phone and then heard Beetlejuice chuckle on the other end at her comment.

“You and me both, kitten.” Y/N simply smiled at the man’s voice as Beetlejuice grinned on the other end.

“Honestly, you should just send one of your clones next time. That might make things a little easier.” Y/N joked. That’s when Beetlejuice let out a loud cackle and Y/N giggled with him. “No chance, Y/N. As if I’d let the boys enjoy you without me there.” He joked back. Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. She finally fixed her position on the couch back to how she laid before.

“Don’t you think that’s a little selfish, Beej?” She asked while grinning, already knowing what his answer would be.

“I can be selfish all I want, babes. It’s part of my character.” Beetlejuice said matter of factly and it was Y/N’s turn to let out a loud laugh. Once she stopped the line grew silent between the two for a moment. Y/N turned on her side, clutching the phone closer to her ear.

“Beej, how long are you gonna be gone for? I really do miss you.” The demoness spoke fondly. Again, the fiercest succubus in the Netherworld, but she would only let her shy and timid side show for Beetlejuice. Once the demon man heard those words, his dead heart ached longingly.

“Oh, babycakes. I don’t really know. But I promise, as soon as I’m done with these dopes here, you’ll be the first person I come to see.” He reassured sweetly. Y/N felt a small blush creep its way to her cheeks.

“You promise?” She asked flirtatiously. Beetlejuice let a wide smirk fill up his face.

“Yeah, kitten, I promise.” He spoke lowly and Y/N felt like she was melting. Before Y/N could say anything else, “Well, I gotta run, Y/N.”

Y/N sighed with disappointment. “Alright, have fun watching the Maitlands.” She said as she sat up on the couch.

“I’ll do what I can, babycakes.” The man spoke.

“Bye, Beej.” Y/N stopped but she wanted to say more. Yeah, she wanted to talk more but she wanted to add something to her goodbye. Something long lasting. Something like an ‘I love you’. But she didn’t.

She ended with, “You’d better keep your promise.” Before she heard Beetlejuice laugh one last time.

“I will, I’ll see you sooner than later, kitten. Bye.” And with that, the dial tone rang through her phone receiver.

Y/N sighed and let her body hang loose on the couch. Her hand fell to the side off the couch as the phone hung loosely in her finger. Y/N placed the back of her other hand on top of her forehead before getting lost in thought. She had it bad for Beetlejuice. And one day she was going to have to admit her feelings. Maybe when he came to see her after he was done with the Maitlands. She’d come straight and say ‘I love you, Beetlejuice’. One day she would have the courage to let the words out. Even though the demon man was already gone, all she could say was,

“Sooner than later, Beej.”

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crazy-bi-btch · 4 years

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Wrong- BI!Kevin Keller X Reader

Summary: Y/N and Kevin seem to be confused and unclear on some of their feelings toward each other

Paring: Kevin Keller X Reader

Warning: NSFW, Swearing( Rated M)

Word count: 3.7k

A/N: Um helloo, let me just say COLLEGE IS TIME CONSUMING!! Itscrazy I really want tot write but the only time I have time is when I’m on breaks. SO HERE YA GO A REQ THAT WAS MADE IN SEP OR OCT IDK! Req. by@maximumwolfkidfestival

PS: LISTEN TO WISH YOU WERE GAY BY BILLIE, it fits with the story uwu

I sat on the fluffy couch in the lounge in RHS my black fleece turtle neck tightening by the second. My thigh-high boots tickling my bare thighs, my fingers clutching my coffee.

“ Jesus Y/N you look like you’re going to kill the damn cup.” Archie laughed at me, as I snapped back to reality.

“ You okay…. You look pale?” My best friend whispered (Fashionista, self-esteem coach, etc.) Kevin placed his hand on my pale thigh. My heart jumped in excitement and my eyes were once again stuck on his constricting sweatshirt. This is so wrong

I coughed and looked away from him trying to concentrate on some random conversation Fangs had started with Archie and the others. Kevin took offense to Y/N silence. He thought maybe he had done something wrong.

Ever since Joaquin (his the last boyfriend) the only serpent friend, he had that understood him, was just him. Well, we all know what happened to him. Kevin realized the serpent’s understood and supported him like no one before, not even Betty. With dating a serpent you get to meet the others. So he meets Fangs, Ton, and Sweet Pea. Also, Y/N or as “fresh snake” as they called her at the time. But it wasn’t Joaquin had to leave when Kevin got closer with Y/N, clearly, they had a lot in common. Kevin was happy around his new friend. Y/n, on the other hand, she was happy but very confused. See she meet him when he was dating Joaquin, so she assumed he was gay. Ignorantly when Y/N saw him walk through the White Wyrm doors with Joaquin she assumed “ so not gay”.

Y/n remembers the exact day, her second day as a serpent chit chatting with Toni and see them both strut in. Kevin is taller and muscular than Joaquin. Instantly her eyes wandered to his arms and Adam’s apple that seemed to bop furiously from anxiousness. She was not gonna lie, he was extremely attractive. Her heart raced as she thought of many things she could do with that tall glass of-

“ Family…” Joaquin yelled, calling everyone’s, Kevin seemed extremely nervous now,” This is Kevin. My boyfriend.” I gulped eyes wide.” Well, maybe he is gay?” Toni snickered at me as she saw my reaction. I rolled my eyes and walked away from the now growing group surrounding Joaquin and his new hot boyfriend. The night was full of small talk and laughter with J’s new boyfriend.

As I decided that this whole love Fest going on was spoiling my drinks and mood, I plopped and started to make my way out saying a quick goodbye. Yes, I am bitter. Yes, I hate to love and anything to do with public affection. It makes my blood boil, okay, maybe jealousy makes me bitter but doesn’t everyone? Back to the story!

When I was on my way out Joaquin ran to me with Kevin following along.

“ Hey, Y/N wait up!” I rolled my eyes, but plastered a fake smile and turned around. Trust me I was done with J rubbing into our faces how hot his new Northside boyfriend.

“Hey j!” I exclaimed

“ I wanted to introduce you to my boyfriend!” I gulped and looked up at Kevin’s buff and tall figure. I swear I could be drooling.

“ H-hi” I coughed and extended my hand towards him and he gladly took it.

“ It’s really nice to meet you! Joaquin talks great things about you!” His soft but deep voice stated as his smile lit up the room. God, why was I not born a man!

“ Thank you.” I blushed, but realized it was wrong for me to feel this way. “ Well, see you around guys I’m going to head out.” They nodded, and I turned towards the doors and out into the chilly night.

I think we all know what happened to Joaquin and how he deciding to run away from hid problems were going to help. Kevin was devastated and who was there to console him? Me out of all the people. Jughead soon, then took orders into his own hand to rile and control the serpents. Once we settled into Riverdale high things got rocky with the Northsiders trying to accept us, but Kevin helped me out. We both knew the serpents and Nortsiders were both jealous of each other which made us the outsiders of the drama. Our friendship grew so immense that I didn’t realize until I was having sleepovers and mini-dates almost every day. What I did know was the way his smile made my knees weak, how my heartbeat raced as our eyes met in the hallways. Or the butterflies the rumble in me when we work out together and he takes his sweaty shirt off. I would make myself deny the aching feelings every day telling myself He’s your gay best friend it can’t be like that.

Now do you see why this friendship is hurting me? Sitting there watching as my friends talked and laughed and me bubbling with anger. They could have whoever they wanted yet I couldn’t. The knot in my throat, killing me.

“ I have to go.” I took my backpack and stormed out, leaving everyone shocked and silent.

I ignored everyone’s texts and comments. I decided I need some time alone and away from Kevin. So I hit up Reggie in look for a house party to attend to get drunk and make out with a stranger so the pain would go away. He replied quickly with an address and time. Bingo.

I dressed in a black lace bodysuit with black ripped jeans and red heels. My long black hair hugging around my cleavage, I felt like the hottest bitch on the block. By 10 pm I walked through the mansion of a random football player packed with people, music loud as could be, kegs around the house and chanting of boys mixed in also. I saw Reg and Instantly walked over.

“ Damn, Y/N you’re looking hot!” He chirped as he gave me a hug, let me just say Reggie has been nice to me since I saved his ass from his abusive father. I threatened to call the cops on his father as I showed him the pictures of Reggie’s bruises that I could easily turn him in with. “ Thank you!” I chirped in amusement.

“ Hey the group was asking for you they said you-”

“ Wait!” I spat, the group? They were invited also! I panicked and started to look around furiously.

“ Yeah, I invited them!” I glared at him and stormed into the huge kitchen and found as a bottle of vodka and took a huge gulp from it. By the third gulp, I felt myself become light as a feather. I impulsively walked towards Reggie again, he was with our group of friends talking, Kevin was listening also while he glanced around looking for someone. My drunk ass butted in, “ Hey guys what a coincidence. “ Before I let them answer I wrapped my fingers at the collar of Reggie’s button-down and kissed him hard. Adrenaline pumping and red lipstick smeared on Reggie’s lips. I pulled him closer and as I open one eye I saw as they stood again astonished, and Kevin seemed confused and hurt?

“ C’mon Reggie..” I whispered and I pulled him towards me as he dazedly followed.

We instantly found a wall close by where minimal people passed through. My lips tangling onto his, my hands grabbing his hair as soft pants left me.

I pressed his chest, back disconnecting our lips, “Let’s get more booze!” I squealed, but as I took a step I almost fell. Reggie sighed and help me up.

“ I think we’ve had enough tonight.” I whined and tried kissing him, because well I’m drunk and horny. Reggie knew he couldn’t take advantage of her friend like this and the real person she loved and wanted was her best friend, Kevin. What Y/N didn’t know was that Reggie and Kevin had a talk 3 weeks ago where Kevin confessed he is bisexual but was scared to show his love and sexual feelings towards a girl since he mostly felt that towards boys. Reggie needed that to realize Y/N and Kevin were too scared and confused to let each other feel. Reggie carried Y/N as she sniffled and whimpered as she seemed to mumble something about ‘fuck love’ or ‘ I hate him’. Reggie saw an annoyed Kevin but his expression soon changed as he saw Y/N drunk and in his arms.

“ What the hell happened?” Kevin growled as he took Y/N from Reggie.

“ Dude, relax, nothing! She’s really drunk and I think she needs you more than me.” Reggie calmly stated. Kevin gulped and saw my drunk state.

“ You! Kev..” I slurred and felt my eyes droop in slumber.

Next thing I knew I woke up in Kevin’s room, I looked at the clock and it was 2 am. I rubbed my eyes and saw him sleeping on his computer chair with a small blanket wrapped around himself. It wasn’t the first time she’s seen him peacefully sleep. I felt great, I thanked God that I didn’t drink more or I would have felt like hell. I felt guilty for leaving him hanging and lowkey was panicking if I was drunk enough to tell him how I felt. To avoid the conversation I slid off his bed and picked my heels up as I tiptoed out.

“ So you’re just gonna leave?” I heard a gruff voice. I cringed and turned around to see him sitting in the same spot the blanket in his hands now.

“ I can-”

“ Please do… I don’t know what’s going on Y/N? What happened to us?” His words hit an emotional string in my heart, which led me to tear up.

“ I’m sorry- I wish I could explain.” I sat at the edge of his bed avoiding his sight.

“ You act like we never tell each other everything!” His voice boomed making me flinch.

“ That’s the thing! I can’t fall in love with my best friend!” I yelled back tears falling down freely, my face became red from embarrassment. Kevin looked down his face matching hers.

“ I know you don’t-“

“I do, though.” Then there was silence as I looked him dead in the eyes. It felt like a dreamlike, this whole situation was merely a figment of my imagination as it’s been in the past.

“ Y/N…. I’m bisexual.” He sighed, his eyes watering. I took some steps to be face to face with him touching his face in awe.

“But-“ I suddenly feel out of breath. I racked my brain at the many times Kevin missed Joaquin and his past flings.

“ I never told anyone… because I was never sure... My first crush was a boy and well, I never understood the whole labels of gay or bi or pan..” I intensely watched as he also racked his brain to explain his feelings and thought that he stored away, “ I put my dad through hell when I came out as gay and know that I know I’m bi… he’s gonna hate me and you! I was scared to lose you!” I proclaimed almost begging. I smiled at him taking his hands in mine.

“ Neither will your dad or meleave you.” It seemed to comfort him enough that he sighed in relief. But I would be lying if I didn’t say this whole argument and emotional connection brought my raging hormones to an all-time high. I went in to hug him and he wrapped his buff arms around also.

“ So… we’re gonna ignore how you confess you loved me.” Kevin teased which made me hide my face like a five-year-old.

“ It's not my fault your extremely hot Kevin!” I squealed as I pulled away from him. He chuckled and threw me on the bed, making me squeal and bounce slightly. We both lay there on his bed, staring at each other with silly grins on our face.

“ I love you.” He said

“ I love you too.” I chirped, the butterflies rumbling in me again. His eyes seemed to wander down to the outfit I still had on that almost caused a nip slip right in front of him. I blushed madly and instantly shot up to cover myself. His knees dipped the bed behind me, his hands caressing the back of my neck as they ghosted on the black spaghetti strap of the lace bodysuit. My eyes closing in anticipation waiting for his hands to touch more of me. His hand, bringing my hair to onside as he lowered his face to my neck, his hot breath tickling it.

“ You don’t know how many times I’ve wanted to do this…” his lips feathering against my pressure point practically making me shake. Bravery seemed to seep into my blood as my hand came up to pull one strap of my shoulder and followed to the other. Kevin watched, in his head, taking notes. I turned on my knees seeing him face to face.

“ It’s my first time with a girl…” he gulped feeling ashamed. I smiled and caressed his face and pulled it away to pull my arms off the strap and pull the lace down around my waist exposing myself to him. He gulped his eyes glued to my chest, and something in both of us snapped. Call it frustration or hormonal overload, but we both felt it. Our lips clashing his big hands cupping my face with full force. He held on as if his life depended on it, my sighs and whimpers spilling out as his forceful touch sent electricity through my body and core. Kevin shoved his hand around my neck, squeezing as he watched with hooded eyes my reaction. I moaned loudly, “ Kev, please.” With one shove, I was on my back, pillows under me as Kevin crawled off me and placed himself between my thighs. I leaned up watching as he pulled his sweater and button-down shirt with full force and down cupping my chest. A cry fell through my lips as I stared at Kev in disbelief. His strong and soft hands vigorously palming and pulling making my eyes roll back and backache. For his first time with a girl he sure knew what to do.

“ Tell me if I’m hurting you.” He suddenly worried at my constant whimpers. I shuddered when he stopped.

“ Kevin harder…. Please, it doesn’t hurt, I promise just… touch me.” I cried in frustration pulling on his shoulder to meet his hots lips again. His left arm skimming the side of my body to my hip, leaving goosebumps along the way. A deep groan left him as my hips bucked up towards his trousers, only making me do it again and again. Kevin pulled away eyes closed with his mouth a gap as I watched his reaction as we grinded hard and fast. I knew this would legit push him to the edge, but I couldn’t stop.

“ Ah-” His voice cracked as he fisted my hips to a halt as he felt that familiar knot grow.

He glared at me as I playfully smirked up hands running up and down his abs.

“ You almost made me-” He panted in anger, I eagerly shook my hips away but it was no use. “ I’m in charge, not you.” He growled. I cocked my eyebrow as leaned back into the pillows.

“ C’mon Kevin, you know you like it when I edge you on,” I whispered innocently with my lower lip between my teeth as I touched my boobs. He groaned and melted at the sight, his fist ripping my belt and jeans off so quickly it scared me. I went ahead and wrapped my hands around his belt and jeans also pulling them down as we both panted in anticipation. I always saw the imprint of his dick, but I always assumed he was average, but was I wrong. Kevin tsked me when I went to the waistband of his boxers. “ Pleasee.” I begged my mouth watering. “ We waited this long, let me apologize.” He said as he nuzzled his nose onto my cheek and felt his hand lower to my olive-colored thong.

“ Fuck,” I whispered as my eyes fell shut, he seemed to freeze up because he didn’t move. I opened my eyes and saw them slightly unsure.

“ Hey, let me help you.” He nodded as he stared at my covered core. I took his wrist and guided it to the puddle that formed in my thong, biting my lip to hold back a sound. “ Now… p-put force with the pad on your fing-” A moan cut me off as he rubbed his pointer and middle finger. “ Shit… baby faster.” I hated and loved to be teased, but Kevins soft and rough movements were exhilarating. “ Like this?” He asked, looking at my blissful face. My hips bucked up towards his fingers, rocking back and forth. As he took that as a yes, he pulled down the only barrier between her and him. Frustrated, I took his fingers and spread my legs wider so his finger landed on the place I needed him the most. “ Rub it pleases,” I begged mercilessly, almost in tears from all the soft teasing. Kevin saw her distraught face and instantly did as told, almost moaning himself. She was hot, sticky and extremely wet. The soft nub her rubbed causing Y/N to fall back and become putty in his hands. He realized this was her spot, the spot he could use to his advantage. His fingers trying to mimic the number of movements he learned from straight porn.

“ Fuck-fuck shit Kev-” I cried watching as his fingers pressed down and went side to side on my clit almost convulsively good. Kevin rested his forehead against hers watching her eyes wide and mouth wide. “You’re so beautiful… only I make you this wild, right?” I nodded viciously staring into his soft eyes as I held my legs apart felling myself about to cum. A cry of his name signaled Kevin to stop. Anger poured in as he pulled away to look for a condom.

“ You fucker.” I growled in annoyance, I heard him chuckle as he looked through his drawer, “ Oh, it’s not funny.” I shot up and walked towards him right as he was going to turn around I push him up against the wall getting on my knees.

“ Wait-” Kevin began, but I cut him off as I shoved his boxers down and shoving his pink tip into my drooling mouth. Kevin hissed and clawed at my scalp, eyes wide as I took him in and out and fingers probing in and out of his butt. “ Shit… fuck…. Don’t stop.” he growled as his hips began to thrust into my hot warm mouth.

Kevin was on cloud 9 watching as her small mouth took him so well. Joaquin could never take him fully and this was life-changing. My core dripped down my thigh as I looked up to see him fully vulnerable, abdomen clenched, his eyes closed and mouth open. I pulled away with a plop and got up turning around, heading towards the door to the bathroom.

“ What the fuck-” He cried, I turned around innocently.

“ What?” I batted my eyes. His strong arms pulled me back and onto the bed where he pinned me down, his strong thighs pushing my legs apart. His mouth, biting and nipping down my neck, my nipples, and stomach. I watched contently as he tried to wrap the condom around himself.

“ I’m on birth control Kevin.” I sighed knocking the condom off his hands and taking his red/pink dick towards my entrance.

“ But-”

“ It’s fine, I want to feel all of you.” With that, he thrust in easily into my dripping core.

“ Fuck!” We cried as we held on to each other, eyes shut. Kevin never felt this before the hot wet and clenching feeling around him. He could cum just with that. And he wasn’t lying about that as he shook from holding on. I wiggled my hips so he could move, with that he moved out and in slowly his pelvic bone rubbing my clit. “ Ah! Harder… faster” I pleaded scratching his back. Kevin didn’t think straight before going faster and pounding more than ever. His huge member burying deep into the g-spot that wasn’t hit in years.

“ Fuck yeah…” Kevin muttered and panted as he wrapped his hand around her neck. Her face contoured into pure bliss. His pupils were blown as he saw her weak and vulnerable under his touch. Her hair spread around her pink cheeks. His mind seemed to only be there, present, as he pushed and buried into her feeling this new adrenaline to sex he never felt before when he slept with men. Her legs wrapped around him, her hands all over him and eager to have anything else push her over the edge. God fucking damn how he wanted to frame this mental picture of her.

“ Oh...shit… Kev... I’m going to…” I pried at his chest and my legs around his torso tightening. Kev growled and dropped his head into her chest as her walls twitched in anticipation around him. My hand instantly ran in between our bodies to rub insanely fast to come undone.

“ Ah fuck” Kev yelled as he grounded his hip a few times before I came around him, legs twitching, nails scratching, head back moaning and screaming. He followed along coming undone in me. We both lay there breathing heavily, eyes closed.

As we peeled off each other we stared at each other followed by giggles.

“ Well,does that mean we can finally not be angry at each other?” Kevin asked teasingly. I chuckled softly and pulled the blankets around us.

“ Hmm, maybe I’ll sleep on it,” I mumbled as I cuddled close to his warm body. He instantly engulfed me in his arms and stroked my hair kissing it softly.

“ I love you.”

“ I love you more… Goodnight.” I yawned.

#kevin keller x reader #riverdale smut #riverdale southside #sweet pea smut #riverdale #jughead jones #toni topez #Cheryl bombshell #betty cooper #fangs forgarty x reader #joaquin desantos #southside serpents

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insidious-intent · 5 years

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This is the interlude of how fratbro!Michael and emogay!Alex got together the night of the frat party. Be warned, here there be smut. Part one, part two, and part three exist already

Alex woke up, groggy and sweaty, senses slow in a way only a night of drinking and smoking get him. The room came into focus a little at a time, dark colored walls lined with posters of football players and…Ruth Bader Ginsberg? Fairy lights and random lamps litter the walls and floor. He tried to move and realized he was alone in an unfamiliar bed, sheets pooled around him, and he was entirely naked.

The hangover wasn’t bad enough for Alex to not remember what had happened last night. He was so fucked. Literally.

Last Night:

The party was full. The house was warm, bodies everywhere, music blaring loud enough to beat through his whole body. Alex squeezes through the gyrating masses, with Guerin close behind him. Alex felt an itch all over his body, the day’s frustration, lack of alcohol, and Guerin’s shirtlessness were all wounding him up fast.

Guerin grabbed his elbow and dragged him to the kitchen, where a giant pool bucket sat on the counter, neon blue liquid halfway full.

“Let’s get you drunk,” Guerin declared, making Alex roll his eyes. The kitchen was empty, so Alex could breathe a little, think a little clearer.

Guerin proceeded to make good on his claim, plying Alex with cup after solo cup of burning liquid. The drinks burned going down at first, but Alex needed a win, so he stopped thinking and accepted every cup Guerin handed him. Random dudes kept walking into the kitchen to chat up Guerin, and Alex realized most of them had to be his frat bros.

Alex felt hot, muscles loose from drinking, body heating. He must have lost his coat at some point, and he took off his sweater too. Leaning back against cool kitchen counter, watching Guerin do some caveman heterosexual dance with his fratbros, Alex realized he needed to slow down on the drinking.

Alex instead spent the time staring at Guerin - his stupid perfect body, and those stupid curls. Guerin, with his tiny waist, and an ass that wouldn’t quit. Alex wanted a whole night to worship that ass, on his knees, on his back, any way he could. Guerin’s lips that looked like they belonged stretched around Alex’s cock, long lashes that Guerin would look up through as he stayed on his knees.

Alex looked around to grab another drink, anything at this point, to stop this insane horny for Guerin loop he was caught in. But then he felt a body crowding him, and turning around came face to face with a smirking Guerin.

“You like what you see, Manes?” Guerin’s voice was low and scratchy, eyes on Alex’s lips. Alex couldn’t help but return the favor, and felt heat pool low in his stomach.

“You wish, Guerin,” Alex tried, voice trembling from the effort. Guerin’s smirk turned deeper.

Guerin tilted his head and brushed his lips along his jaw, caging in his body with arms on the counter on both sides. “I saw the way you were looking at me. Do you. Like. What. You. See?” he asked, punctuating his question with soft brush of his lips traveling up Alex’s jaw. Alex felt his breath stutter.

“You mean a sweaty drunk frat dude who probably thinks Tarantino is poetry, but probably can’t recite a single line of actual poetry? I see him, sure,” Alex knew he was being harsh, but the alcohol had loosened his tongue already.

The lips on his jaw stop moving, and Guerin pulled back to stare. “That’s what you think about me, Alex?” he asked, eyes flashing in a way that was entirely too sober for Alex’s good.

Before he could even think of a response, Guerin put his arms around Alex’s waist and pulled him close. “I think I could run laps around you with poetry, emo boy,” he said, voice low and dangerous. Alex would deny the responding whimper till his dying day.

Guerin’s smirk was infuriating. “I bet I can suck your brains out through your dick,” he said.

Alex smiled, this was a challenge he could easily win. “Okay,” he said, “lead the way, bro.”

Guerin grinned bright for a split second, then pushed off him only to grab his hand and pull him up towards the stairs. The people dancing and making out on the stairs greeted them, and more than a few of Guerin’s “brothers” thumped his shoulders in approval. Alex barely remembered the walking until he was suddenly in a room, and the door was being closed behind him.

As soon as the door closed, Alex pounced. Shoving Guerin on to the bed, he climbed over and straddled him. “Let’s see if you’re all talk now, dude,” Alex said, making quick work of Guerin’s belts and shorts. Guerin had him out of his shirt halfway already before Alex’s brain kicked into gear and he moved, taking a moment to remove his clothes and shoes.

Oh fuck.

Guerin, standing gloriously naked, with his strong thighs, and thick cock, was a wet dream come to life. Alex couldn’t decide if he wanted that cock in his mouth, or inside him, or create a sculpture to worship at for the rest of his life.

Guerin smirked, seeing Alex’s stare. Grabbing lube from...somewhere, Guerin stalked closer and pushed Alex back on the bed.

Alex pushed up on his elbows and raised an eyebrow. “You want a written invitation, Guerin?”

“Oh so you do know my name. So I know you’ll be screaming the right name later.”

Alex rolled eyes and waved his hands in a universal gesture of ‘get to it already.’

Guerin slid down his chest, lips a hot brand on his nipples, then his chest and stomach, finally coming to rest at the base of Alex’s cock. He stayed a moment, mouthing at the base, making Alex’s eyes roll back in his head.

Alex forced his eyes open, just in time to see Guerin swallow him whole, lips stretched obscene around his cock, sweaty curls plastered on his forehead. Alex wanted to push his fingers into those curls and pull. So that’s what he did. The resulting moan from Guerin vibrated up from his cock all the way behind his eyes. Alex couldn’t breathe.

Guerin pulled off for a moment to breathe, and bite the inside of Alex’s thigh, making him keen. He went back to his ministrations with a diligence no straight boy should be able to, and Alex silently apologized for making assumptions about Michael Guerin. Almost as soon as he started though, Guerin stopped and pulled off completely and Alex couldn’t help but whimper at the loss.

“You’re not straight, are you?” he asked between squirming from Guerin’s hand on his dick.

Guerin smirked. “Welcome to the SigEp party. It’s a real bisexual blast around here.”

Alex used the pause to flip them over, and pinned Guerin’s wrists down. “Well let me show you how I party, Guerin,” he said, grabbing the lube with one hand and got to work on himself.

He teased himself slowly, making sure his fingers were slow and deliberate. Alex had to close his eyes, lips parting as the first finger entered him. Beneath him, Guerin’s breathing got heavier.

“Oh fuck, fuck let me see Alex,” he pleaded, trying to get up from his position. Alex pushed him back with a hand on his chest. But he quickened the pace, knowing neither of them were going to last long anyways. Grabbing a condom, he put it on Guerin, relishing the groan he heard when he touched Guerin’s dick.

Lowering himself slowly, Alex bent over, nipples brushing Guerin’s, lips close. He moved his hips a little, enjoying the way it made Guerin throw his head back with a groan, eyes closed. Guerin’s hands came up to circle Alex’s waist, long clever fingers moving him just the right way to punch a moan out of both boys.

Alex moved over to kiss Guerin, biting his lips and moving his tongue with his. Guerin looked and felt exquisite, and Alex couldn’t even begin to remember why he was so angry at the boy earlier. He wanted to keep kissing those lips, keep his fingers deep in those curls. He pulled back a little and stared at Guerin, who stared right back, eyes wide and soft and full of awe.

“I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing,” Alex whispered lips right on Guerin’s. “and possibly i like the thrill of under me you so quite new.”

“Fuuuuck you Alex,” Guerin responded, in the same low tone, “Cummings, really?” Alex smiled, of fucking course Guerin knew his poetry. He snapped his hips up to move them faster, but Alex didn’t let him continue. They moved in rhythm, in sync with each other’s breathing, not fast, but not slow either.

Alex closed his eyes and moved his hands all over Guerin’s chest, pinching his nipples, circling his shoulders. In turn Guerin moved his hands from Alex’s waist to his thighs, cursing every time Alex snapped his hips and clenched around him.

Alex didn’t even know when Michael moved up and swung them over so he was on top. The next time Alex opened his eyes, it was to see Michael looking down into his eyes, golden curls framing his face, lips upturned in a soft smile.

“Of everything I’ve seen, it’s you I want to go on seeing,” Guerin spoke softly, deliberately. His voice wrapped around the diminished alcohol haze of Alex’s mind. “Of everything I’ve touched, it’s your flesh I want to go on touching.” Alex had to put a hand to his mouth to stop him from continuing, Guerin’s voice and Neruda’s poem mixed in his mind, fireflies of something more than desire.

Guerin stopped as if he understood what just happened, and moved one of his hands to grab Alex’s dick instead. Alex closed his eyes and let the strength of Michael Guerin’s body, his undeniably male smell, his smoke on whiskey voice carry him into a powerful orgasm. He felt more than heard Michael coming soon after, but he couldn’t find the strength to open his eyes.

They stayed there for a moment, Michael on top of Alex, still and inevitably there. He heard Michael get up with a loud groan and took a second to appreciate the view as he got up to get rid of the condom and grabbed a towel to clean them both up. Once they were both relatively non-sticky, Michael grabbed Alex and arranged them under the covers, snugly covering Alex as if he was a precious stuffed toy.

“So,” Guerin started, and Alex tried not to groan, “I totally rocked your world and won that challenge. Now you have to go out with me.”

Alex rolled his eyes, “there were no challenge and we never agreed to any terms. You also failed to ‘suck my brains through my dick’ like you said.”

“Admit it, dude, you lost.” Guerin pulled him in even tighter. “And we’re going out tomorrow.”

“Fine,” Alex grumbled, “now go the fuck to sleep.”

Silence settled around them easily, even though Alex could hear the noises of the party below, but they were muffled, distant.

Michael pushed his face into Alex’s neck, lips brushing skin. “Alex, I like kissing this and that of you,” Guerin’s smile was wide against Alex’s neck as he whispered.

“Me too, Michael.”

*** Now

When he got out of the bathroom, with a clear head and brushed teeth, Alex realized Michael stood at the door, recently showered and dressed. An uncharacteristically nervous look on his face, a drastic change from the ultra confident Michael he met last night.

“That was quite some drinking last night, Manes,” he said. Alex realized with a jolt he was being given an out, a way to sweep last night under the rug and end all possibility of any conversation with Michael right there and then.

Alex moved closer and put his hand on Michael’s chest, and looked up into amber eyes, and smiled.

“i like your body. I like what it does, I like its hows,” he said softly. He watched as Michael’s face lit up, eyes bright. “I like to feel the spine of your body and its bones -”

Michael didn’t let him finish, pulling him in with both hands on his waist, kissing him deeply. The kiss was unhurried, not laced with drunken lust. Here in the sober light of morning, Alex kissed this lovely boy, a rowdy frat boy, a secret poet.

They pulled apart to beam at each other, and this was so much better. The delight on Michael’s face that was reflected on his own, and the knowledge that they had found each other at the beginning of something, settled in his bones.

This was going to be fun.

#roswell new mexico #malex #malex fic #michael guerin #alex manes #my fic #my writing #fratbro!Michael #emogay!Alex #college au #this turned out a lot softer than I anticipated #but here ya go #next up we meet echo #and maybe maribel

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cowandcalf · 4 years

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10.14 - Spoilers

Random thoughts, no particular order.

Danny has some workdays off. He sits in a bar, at 10 am, alone, watching TV. I haven't decided yet if this is a sad picture or if Danny's having a good time, some me-time, away from the normal daily routine… I really don't know. Maybe he's somehow heartbroken over Grace being at college, far away from home, far away from her Danno. It might be all about a dad who must get used to the fact that his daughter grows up. And that hurts, a lot, especially Danny. He's a great dad. Because Danny doesn't look relaxed in this first scene at the bar, more like deeply immersed in serious thoughts. So maybe his face expresses all about the changes in his life he can't stop from happening.

Steve's worried about Danny and I know he has his reasons. So, it really might all be about Grace and college and moving away from home. Steve's looking out for his boy the only reason for his early call to check up on Danny. Okay, I mean Danny must have left the house around what time? 8:30 am? 9:00 am? Something like this? So, he's seen Steve just a moment ago, had a cup of coffee with him. He even petted Eddie before he went to drive off to this bar. And Steve is separated from Danny for how long exactly? For about 2 hours tops? Before Steve decides it's time for a call, to touch base, making sure he's fine. I mean…this, yeah, this is what I live for.

Steve calls Danny, asking him how he's doing. And it's not anywhere near lunchtime but Steve asks Danny to join him, to grab a bite to eat for lunch. Danny has this day off and Steve can't stand the thought thinking Danny might overthink things, having a bad time, a somber mood. Whatever. Anything is good enough to pretend it's all about caring instead of admitting he only wants to hear Danny's voice. Steve's worried, he misses him…

(Damn, right this moment, in the middle of writing this text there's some other thoughts popping up…GAHH!)

How could I forget about that? OHmYGoD! Steve has just had this awful moment with Eddie! He was terrified Eddie might die on that highway, disorientated, run over by a car. Steve's all shaken up emotionally. He can't really admit that fact to himself, not yet at least, only later when the vet is there with him…I got a little of that myself today – talking about anxiety… So, the call to Danny is also to calm Steve down from the recent, shocking events because Eddie is much, so much more than just a dog to him.

Eddie is the main supporting pillar of Steve's fragile world he hides in his heart and his shattered, scarred soul. Steve is still upset and who does he call? Danny.

He calls, just as Danny would have called him and he checks up on his boy. What a great, tender, comforting moment. Steve doesn't see Danny at work due to his short time-out, though Danny still lives at Steve's place (…if he hasn't forgotten his key…) and Steve sees him in the evening for sure but he wants to eat lunch with Danny although he knows Danny is off to have some good time with whatever he's coming up with. The call Steve gives Danny is similar to the one Danny gave Steve in 10.01, exactly the same. I love this continuity. Warms my heart and the inside of my body down to my little toes.

Danny and the unknown, sexy woman. She's a natural beauty. I love everything about her. From her hair to her fair skin, down to her curvy, hot as hell body, to the way she's dressed, wearing the badassery-is-my-first-name tag like she invented also sensuality. I appreciate the absence of heavily put-on make-up. She's gorgeous and perfect. What a woman!! Whoa, she's freaking hot! And so damn far away from Danny's comfort zone, it makes me want to bite something. That pick-up scene where she just entered the bar to catch up on Danny was a total turn-on, so special, totally out of the ordinary, so hot! Holy shit! This sexy brunette plays with Danny and makes one hot move on him after the other.

God, she's so sexy, full of sass and wits and she swaggers into the bar and within seconds she hits on Danny and it knocks me off my feet with the wave of passion and lust and joy of life breezing my way. Bow chica bow wow!

Danny goes with the flow. How could he not? Steve is still important, and he takes the call. Danny would never not take a call from Steve. But after that Danny's world spins out of control. This woman seduces him into a state where Danny's cock rules his body. They go and have a hot fuck in the woman's bathroom of that bar! Danny stumbles into a tiny, confined space with no windows and only walls around him and he's fine! I have a great live-sex-movie in my head with Danny having this impromptu sex and that's why I have to use other words! Let’s be dirty! He bangs her, right there, from behind, and Miss Sexy-and-Brunette has one palm spread wide against the mirror, and with her other hand she clamps the rim of the counter to catch the heavy snaps of Danny's hips against her ass. God, they watch each other in the mirror, Danny takes her from behind, face red and flushed from arousal and joy and a tiny bit embarrassment that he even sees himself fucking a stranger in a public toilette. A hookup, not even knowing her name and she lifts her skirt and pulls her panties aside to let Danny glide into her wet, hot pussy. Jesus!

I mean, what the hell? (I love Danny’s wet spots under his armpits on his shirt after the sex, that's a great detail.)

The absolute cutest thing happens afterward. Danny has never done this before..just savor this...Danny has never fucked a stranger in a bathroom. He’s not so adventurous and this all-in now or never guy and it shows a tiny bit in the way of his movements which aren't all that confident, just a tiny bit insecure but the desire is there, burning like a wildfire. I mean the red-kissed, sore skin on the sexy brunette’s throat makes my knees go weak.

We know how Danny approaches his women, not like this. He's very much hesitant, insecure, shy, careful, cautious that this event right there with Miss Sexy-and-Brunette?? This renders me damn speechless. Wow! I'm sure Danny calls her (the unknown, sexy woman he just had sex with) Vivienne in his head. I see him whispering hot nonsense in her ear while he comes inside her, and her eyes grab his gaze and lock on. She's so damn self-confident. Who had the condom? That had to be Miss Sexy. I really don't think Danny plans such an act on purpose. He has never done this before!! And he's a bit shaken from his courage and he's so damn sexy with this touch of shyness and the way he speaks to her afterward, coaxing her into giving her a lift…wow, man, Danny's such a hot a stud when he sets his passion loose!

I have no idea if they had had a chance for a relationship. It wasn't the question anyway. But Miss Sexy-and-Brunette is from the East Coast, she loves Jersey, she gets movie/baseball/football (?) quotes. She knows 'Romeo's'…she's such a great gal and I literally can see Danny falling in love iwith her just because she so very different compared to his previous women. She's a wild one and I'm not so sure if Danny could have handled her. Really, I'm not so sure. But she sounds perfect.

Everything that happens afterward seems to be fate, just bad luck, even if it kills you as a viewer, you can't turn back the clock. It's so terribly heartbreaking and this strong, incredible woman dies without telling Danny her name. She's outstanding and a tough she-warrior till the end. She fought so hard, she was so brave and everything...but it wasn't enough. God, I cried for both of them.

Danny had the hottest adventure in the morning because of her, Miss Sexy-and-Brunette and because of her asking him questions about his life Danny came up with some damn honest answers.

For example, Danny told her that Hawaii isn't the worst place to be. He said 'Hawaii 'grows on you'. Or when 'Vivienne' asks about Danny's reason for being in that bar and he answers the reason might be his ex-wife. And Rachel comes up and we get to know that Danny and she tried to make it work and they failed, again. As Danny said, they're better off as friends. So, Rachel's out of the picture. Hopefully forever.

But Life has other plans and this wonderful, sexy morning turns in another haunting, dark, life-sucking event. Danny relives a terrible nightmare – the one where his partner Grace got shot, that day 9/11, right next to him and he couldn't save her. It happens again that a woman dies in his hands. The circumstances are brutal. Danny has experienced paradise and heaven, love and passion, despair and bone-deep grief within hours. He's a mess. He can't deal with anything at the moment. He had it, this spark and it's gone, forever lost, seconds later.

And what’s with Steve? There's also some heavy shifting on the emotional side happening. He opens up to his ohana and we get some deep insights into his heart and his well-guarded feelings because of Eddie. He's honest with the vet-lady and it hurts my heart to know his job always comes first like as if he has no idea how to create a personal life. He would want a relationship with someone, but he can't fit it into his life and the vet-lady wasn't as important as it had to be to make it happen.

In the end, Danny and Steve are single again. They try hard to make things work, but it's not happening. Steve needs Eddie to get through his days and his ohana is always there for him. It breaks my heart how much everyone loves Eddie. Eddie has gone through the same war terror as Steve and neither of them came out sane and healthy. Both of them carry a heavy, invisible burden and that ties the bond between them even tighter.

Steve is going to break down when he gets to know what happened to Danny while he was hat home. God, he’s going to be a mess, too.

At the end of the day, Steve will do everything in his power to be there for Danny. They end up sitting on the couch, leaning into each other and helping one another to get through this mess that is life and love. But they always have each other. Danny lives at Steve's, Danny's single again, Steve's also single and one day, I'm sure of it, one day they stop being so stubborn and they will kiss and snuggle on the couch and they know they'll grow old together because they love each other deeply and uniquely.

There are so many more details. But again, let’s stop here. Thanks so much for reading!

Season 10 is quite outstanding. Great episode. It was poetic, sad, heartbreaking cinema.

#steve mcgarrett #danny williams #h50 #h50edit #my edit #10.14 #review #episode review #h50 review #cowandcalf muses #h50 spoilers #eddie #love and life #mcdanno

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Riverdale S4 Ep8 Thoughts *Spoilers*

- Lowkey forgot about the fucking videotapes lololololol Also that snapshot of Choni and the dumb doll was so weird

- Not them suddenly making Alice act like this??? It’s so weird, it’s like she, out of nowhere, devoted back to season one Alice and it just… doesn’t fit at all. Also not her mom pretending she didn’t already know she was having sex with Jughead??? Chic told Alice that Betty wore the black wig when she had sex with Jughead. And besides even though Jughead will be her future step brother when Alice marries FP, at least she’s using protection so like… calm down Alice.

- I really want them to make Alice and Betty have a good relationship but like i’m also upset that they’re only mending things between them and not hashing out Betty’s multitude of problems. Oh rip to Polly and their mom’s favoritism…

- Why is he sending Archie to Ms. Burble for sleeping in class lmao I mean normally you’d go to the principal or they wouldn’t care but okay he gets his session so whatever

- Archie is still involved in football??? He hasn’t been for like three seasons though I— if Ms. Burble said “cruising Fox Forest” does that mean she’s, one, insinuating that Archie isn’t straight, and two, that she talked to Kevin and we didn’t get to see it?

- ANYWAYS GIVE KJ THIS FUCKING AWARD OMGGGG A CRYING RN GIVE HIM THE AWWARD NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!

- AW THIS IS WHEN ARCHIE SAYS HE’S MOVING OUT 😭😭😭 But I wanna know why Dodger doesn’t know that Archie is the one who saved Dodger like??? Wouldn’t Dodger know who beat him up, and tell his ugly ass sister or wife or daughter or whoever the fuck she was and leave him alone out of respect while he heals or some shit

- Archie taking her advice and setting up the hotline 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 why can’t we have Ms. Burble all the time? Like, having her randomly come in, in the middle of the season is just so weird.

- Wait, so of ALL of those things… you decide she should lose the Vixens? They have nothing to do with Cheryl’s trauma but sure, if it’ll get her to her session...

- THE TEAR WHEN CHERYL LOOKED UP MY FUCKING HEART. “Then what’s… wrong… with me…” OMG CHERYL. MADELAINE IS SO GOOD!! THE SCREAM!!! GIVE HER AN AWARD TOO!!!

- MY BABY GIRL VERONICA!!!! God she always looks good. Also when is she going to move the fuck out of this toxic household :( She deserves so much but the last time she tried she was sucked right back in because she thought she could make her dad go on the good path with her and then sit just spired into all this boring fuckery :(((((

- MS. LUNA! Ugh my smart baby girl Veronica getting into Harvard!!!! She deserves it so much, she’s so smart ❤️❤️ Oh of course this has to do with her dumb ass father……… way to ruin it smh

- Now that I’m hearing Veronica Luna more it sounds a lot better despite me finding it weird rolling off the tongue at first.

- But finally they’re bringing all of this to fruition and making Veronica getting rid of her father in her life once and for all

- Jughead taking the candy is such a Jughead move. OMG Holden Caulfield???? JERONICA CRUMB??? WHERE SHE CALLED HIM HOLDEN CAULFIELD OMGGGG??????? Jeronica’s how we doing?

- Jughead breaking down aw bby

- JUGHEAD HUGGING HIS DAD CATCH ME CRYING!!! I love this soft Jughead I hope he’s around more often lol

- It’s so weird how they suddenly made Alice act this way, it’s not like her AT ALL. Even s1 Alice wouldn’t… it’s like some weird mix of them and it’s weird and random and I don’t like it at all. HOWEVER I’m glad she repaid Betty her money back which is like the start of them mending their relationship.

- No Archie just fucking call the police like you’re supposed to! Like Ms. Burble said nothing will happen or change overnight but c’mon :(

- Choni scenes FINALLY outside of the house and being cute we LOVE. And we miss the healthiest couple on this show! When they get back to how they were they can rule the show again 🥺❤️

- I’m not entirely sure why this face off between Veronica and Hiram actually seems interesting because it’s basically the exact same thing… but maybe it’s because she’s going to try and stay on her path and keep away from her father. Anyways FINALLY SHE CAN HAVE AN INTERESTING STORYLINE AGAIN!!!!

- Of course it’s Donna and Brett who are pointing out Betty, Archie, and Veronica as the killers… WE WERE ROOTING FOR YOU DONNA. WE WERE ROOTING FOR YOU.

- Why does Alice have a knife??? I know it’s probably not real because somehow that vibe I got was the same one when Betty saw the twins floating so um… anyways… now back to reality where this show makes it over the top for now reason and way too much as to where it’s boring as fuck.

- So, conclusion time… this episode was actually REALLY good and it felt like a breath of fresh air, but it felt… out of place. Like, making Alice suddenly act ooc because this entire season she’s been really good and got along with Betty (which obviously doesn’t take away what she has done to Betty previously) but out of nowhere she’s all uptight and some weird au version of s1 Alice????? The second thing I wish was different was how short the sessions are. All of them of course would need like episodes to divulge it all but it felt too… rushed. And knowing that after this we’ll go back to bat shit crazy just… sucks. It’s like after the bizarrodale episode (which was one of the best as we all know because * * * *) we went back to regular and it sucked ass that there’s so much potential they’re wasting on * and ** and shit

And while I like that they allowed Betty to tell her mom everything she’s wanted to for the past few seasons, why didn’t they focus on Betty at all? Betty has been through so much shit and has done awful things and she’s just as manipulative as her mother but without anyone calling her out on it, she’s not going to change so like… I wish they could have scrounged up enough time to give Betty her own small little session before Alice came into the room or something. But whatever maybe one day Ms. Burble will come back and do this stuff again.

#Riverdale #Veronica Lodge #Jughead Jones #Archie Andrews #anti-betty cooper #even though it’s not really anti lol #Cheryl Blossoom #Jeronica Nation #Toni Topaz #Kevin Keller

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Headcanon: The Umbrella Academy as Adults, Finally Playing the Game of Catch the Football That Their Father Never Would

Diego: Obviously, great thrower, great catcher. He definitely does those funky little dances that he does in the I Think We’re Alone Now scene with every successful catch. Everyone tells him to hurry up and throw the ball. “Do you WANT me to eat another raw egg?! Because I’ll do it! Right in front of your faces, again!” Everyone’s just like:

Allison: She’s definitely a bad thrower, but she’s caught enough bouqets at high profile celebrity weddings to make good in the other department. The whole time, she’s really encouraging and lowkey taking on the role in a game of catch that a good dad would, saying “Wow, good toss, Diego!” “Keep trying, Vanya. You can do it.” Or “Nice save, Luther.” Or “Great catch, Ben… That IS the reason the ball is magically hovering in the air, right, Vanya?” At one point in the game, she makes the Worst Mistake TM of saying “Wow, good effort, sport,” to Five after he catches the ball without instantly spacial jumping to where it will land. Needless to say, his young eyes give her a deadly, ancient glare.

Luther: Have you seen him toss that guy in the bank robbery scene?! Obviously a great thrower, but catcher? Not so much, after spending several years both with the moon’s convenient drop-proof anti-gravity, but also some in the kind of isolation as the lone member of the Umbrella Academy where who’s gonna toss your keys to you? Reginald? I don’t think so. Pogo? Alright, maybe, but those monkey hands looked hella stiff. (Though that might have just been because of using all the realistic and vivid CGI budget on Pogo’s face and the moon scene. Don’t @ me.) Anyways, what keys? Why would Luther even have keys to be tossed to in the first place? He nEVeR LeAvES. But the more important question is does he admit to Di-EGG-o that he’s a bad catch? Of course not. “Today’s just not my day, Diego.” “You’ll see, Diego.” “You’ll see, and you’ll change that smug ass expression when I catch one of your curved throws.” The great thing about that is that he eventually does, something no one has managed to do in all of their entire HISTORY as siblings and Diego’s jaw just drops. Allison cheers him on in an ABSOLUTELY SISTERLY AND PLATONIC WAY, by saying, “You go, Luther! Awesome catch, dude!”

Five: What can you really say about Five in a competition or even in a friendly game between siblings without mentioning that, duh, he cheats? While Reginald would call calculating the force of the throw and subsequent trajectory and velocity of the ball, using that to determine how fast he’d need to run to get to where is, but then just saying screw it and spacial jumping to EXACTLY WHERE IT WILL LAND adapting, the other siblings call it cheating and losing the spirit and point of the game. Five defends his actions by noting that, honestly, with the near-disaster that was preventing the apocalypse, they could all really use way more practice mastering their powers, especially if Ghost Reginald TM’s mention that at least some of them haven’t reached their full potential is to be believed. They all, of course agree with him, but as Diego puts it, “The cocky bastard doesn’t have to be so smug about it. He’s had that kind of attitude since we used train as a team.” When Five does commit to catching the ball without spacial jumps, he still does the calculations, so even though he stumbles and shuffles a bit when he reaches the ball, he always catches the slippery little thing.

(This would be a good time to side note that this takes place in a world where they all sat down together and shut down Luther’s Number One Bullshit TM and decided not to STRANGLE Vanya and to simply sit down and talk to the poor girl instead and prevent the apocalypse THAT WAY. However, Five is referencing in this particular defense of his antics that the Commission still does come down on them, and with full force, might I add. And when they all do battle once and for all AS A FAMILY TM, Five is unadmittedly still adjusting to the limited amount of jumps he can make in his child form, Vanya can only seem to use her powers for good when put directly in the vicinity of extreme and immediate danger to herself, Allison still feels uncomfortable making use of her Rumors, Luther has obviously had quite little practice actually fighting in his new Monkey Body TM, [If the scene where Hazel and Cha-Cha invade the house is anything to go by. Again, don’t @ me.] Klaus still can barely make Ben corporeal for more than an hour and a half at this point, Diego still for some reason seems content with only throwing and curving knives through the air when he could do that with so many other cool and helpful things, [Grenades, sticky grenades, micro-trackers, blunt objects, smoke bombs, poison darts and trip marbles come to mind to just name a few. Like, come on, dude. Seriously, step it up… *Ahem* What did I say, again? About not @ing me?] and Ben, well, we all have known since the beginning that Ben is hyper-powerful, but as aforementioned, the poor guy can’t physically show up for long. And WOW, that was a WAY longer side track then expected.)

Vanya: Vanya, Vanya, Vanya, what to say… Bad thrower, even worse catcher, unfortunately. But she has Grown Woman In A White Tuxedo Big Dick Energy to make up for these two small slights a hundred thousand times over. But make no mistake, she keeps trying her hardest the whole way through. Vanya, still recovering from her Leonard-related trauma and his nearly brainwashing her against her family, keeps feeling so surprised that they are including her in anything, really. Even when she gives a limp and nowhere near on-target toss that was supposed to be towards Allison, Klaus, the ultimately more near person to where the ball ends up, just says, “Hey, don’t worry Vanya, I got it. And if I know anything about God and how strange and fickle that bratty little girl can be, then maybe that’s where the ball was supposed to end up.” Another time in the game, Klaus encourages her again, saying, truthfully, after having already spent up all of Ben’s corporeal time, “Hey, sis, I know that you can’t see or hear it, but Baby Bentacles is cheering you on and giving you a massive thumbs up!” Luther, who used to spend his free time watching baseball, even gives Vanya a few helpful tips. “Now, for someone with your, er, skill level, you’re probably gonna stick to throwing the ball underhand, like this, see?” Diego had a different approach. Well, kinda. He still gave her verbal support: “Nice try, sis.” or “You’ve got this next throw.” But, no, what I meant by different approach is that he uses a newfound extention his powers to curve the trajectory of her throws, just enough to make every other few of them seem just close enough to earn her a “Wow, that one was pretty close, Vanya.”

Ben: This is a short one because, well, Tentacles. Four whole ass tentacles he can use to throw, catch and even juggle if he wants to. He. Is. A. Catch. Playing. Demon. For the hour and a half that he’s able to, anyway. After that he spends the rest of his time relaying his comments and encourage through Klaus. “Diego, Ben says, ‘no fair!’ You know you curved that ball so it was to high for me to catch!” “Luther, Ben wants to know what kind of throw was that? Your fingers were slippery then mine the time used machine lubricant to– Actually I’m not gonna share that.”

And finally Klaus: Klaus is an Absolute Wild Card, a Being of Utter and Complete Chaos Energy, a True Eldritch Horror, a Cryptid, a Banished Trickster Diety. I’m saying random shit at this point, but one (1) all of those things do in fact describe the cosmic anomaly to the Nth degree that is Klaus Hargreeves, a reason that even God herself stays in heaven because she, too lives in fear of what she has created, but also, and most importantly, two (2) this is all to point out that at the start of the game, no one really knows whether Klaus will we be good or not. He’s always been entirely unpredictable. Diego and Luther figure he probably won’t fair too well, due to his usually unathletic nature, but nobody else, save Ben, of course, knew what to think. So when the absolute mad man catches ball after ball after ball, every one is in shock and awe. Eventually, he catches onto everyone’s demeanor, and he gets a raw unfiltered confidence and bravado going. He catches a ball from Luther, who threw it so the thing would spin through the air really fast and he just roars, “I eat those!” like a chanpion. “I eat those,” he says again, spitting to his left. He’s the second person to catch a curved throw from Diego, and of course he slams the ball on the ground and exclaims, “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, I AM?” Every successful catch from a throw from one of the girls he just says, “ Ha! Got-Eem!” like every single sports bro you knew in middle/high school. “He can ski, but CAN Richard Funk?” Sorry, liberals, if you don’t speak random and totally obscure tumblr memery like Klaus and I, that is to say: He can catch, but can Klaus throw? And let me fucking tell you that no one in the entire goddamn Umbrella Academy was prepared for the heat seeking missiles that Klaus throws in the guise of an ordinary brown football. It was madness. At one point he screamed the “Kobe, how my ass taste?” line at Diego, even though basketball isn’t remotely the corresponding sport to a game of catch… with a football. Let’s just Richard CAN indeed Funk, and he NEVER RELENTS FOR ANYONE… Save Vanya, of course. But he throws the ball so hard to Five one time that the poor guy slides back a couple feet. “What fresh hell?” is his response. Sometimes, being the wild creature that he is, Klaus will just run up? And steal the catch? From one of his siblings? In a particularly memorable moment Klaus just bone rushes Diego to the ground, remains standing somehow, looks down at him to his right to say, “Move bitch, get out the way,” and without looking or flinching, also perfectly catches the ball the ball with his left hand. Luther just claps in thunderous applause, while Allison just whispers to Vanya, “I think Vietnam might have turned our brother into a supersoldier,” when in reality, Ben is smirking because he may or may not know that it may or may not all have to do with telekinetic abilities that he’s discovered in his sobriety.

All in all, I present to you, “The Hargreeves kids Playing Catch.”

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Soul notes: I have nothing else to add all of this is PERFECT honestly Klaus being a wild card is blessed content. I could definitely see him though swinging wildly between bizarrely good and just absolute butterfingers though when ghosts distract him as well until he figures out his powers more

but definitely as a kid just like turning his head to look at a ghost who just screamed and getting beaned in the face o o f

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