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starythewriter · 7 months

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VINNIE HACKER X Y/N

JOKER X HARLEY QUINN MASQUERADE BALL

TW: rough sex.

KINKTOBER SPECIAL!

A/N: I do not know if I will contiune to make KINKTOBER stories for the reminder of October… if y’all really like this one then I might Aswell!

But trust me December will have a new special everyday!

you and vinnie had decided to go to a Halloween masquerade ball, you got ready dressing up as harley Quinn, while he dressed up as the joker.

once you were done you took some selfies, photos, and vinnie snapped you a photo…

he looked so fucking hot…

you started to think it all the things you would do to him while you were alone….

you put your phone down finishing your makeup.

you made sure to call up Jack Harlow, and urban. Jack was getting ready when you called.

urban picked up “hey my love… what’s up?”

Y/N: “urban… I have a question sir… what are you dressing up as for the masquerade ball?”

urban: “Batman… why?”

Y:N: “fun… sounds kinda hottt… I’ll be attending as harley quinn you know we should meet up… I wanna talk in person…”

you say clicking your tongue.

urban: “sounds perfect… let’s meet up by the entrance… since I’m coming with Jack and your coming with vinnie… signal to me and we’ll sneak off.”

he said with a smirk on his face.

you had such a bright smirk after that call… you were curios if Jack knew anything about your arrangement…

you finished up your pony tails and, headed towards the masquerade ball, you texted vinnie:

“hey Vincent… I’m headed to the masquerade ball”

“alright Y/N see you there. I’m going over Aswell.”

you quickly arrived you saw so many people, but urban, Jack and vinnie were yet to be there.

you went inside, coming across Jack…

who was dressed up as a vampire…

“hey Jack… how are you… you look fabulous…”

“I’m great Y/N… thank you… you look delicous”

you felt some sexual tension…

you grabbed a cup with red wine as a waiter passed by.

“thank you Jack… maybe I’ll let you have a taste…” rubbed your hand down his crotch to his knee….

you walked away graceful.

Jack Harlow’s POV: I saw Y/N’s beautiful harley Quinn costume… Y/N looked so hot, before Y/N walked off, they slid their hand down my crotch… I was so turned on… I kept my eye contact and felt… just entranced… I wanted to fuck Y/N right then and there… I saw Y/N walk towards vinnie…

I’m not sure what, Y/N was planning… but I couldn’t help but be intrigued even if I didn’t want to… I knew my soul was aching for Y/N.

Your POV:

you walked off seeing vinnie… but you saw urban too… urban was distracted so you rushed over to vinnie. you kissed him slowly… “fuck… Y/N… someones horny huh?”

“yes vin… I’ve been in a heat… glad to see you looking so hot”

“ you know… we could go into the bathrooms….”

“vin… *kiss* be patient… tonight is all about me… and you and the rest of them have to earn your time with me”

you giggled….

you surprised all 3, you wanted to let loose and just have fun tonight…

you walked off to urban, with your red wine almost finished… “hey urban… you look smoking hottt…”

you say Moaning at the end of your sentence…

“you look better… you know… I could use my strength to rip those fish nets off”

it was WAY, too early into the night for you to engage into any sexual fun…

but… “urban.. follow me”

you quickly led him,upstairs you slowly started to makeout with him… you didn’t give two fucks… you just needed someone.

URBAN’s POV: Y/N is… breath taking and just so sexy… I kept grinding up onto her… making her moan loudly… I was hoping that vinnie could hear… I was enjoying this so much…I feel like I can’t control myself when I’m around Y/N, slowly Y/N started to kiss my neck causing me to groan… I was so ready to start fucking her… but she grabbed my shoulders slowly grinding onto me… and have me a kiss before kneeling down…

“Y/N what are you doing?”

Y/N, didn’t answer… I let out a gigantic groan…. feeling Y/N, work my growing bulge with their mouth…

my pleasure was short lived as Y/N, stopped and left me with a kiss…

YOUR POV: you had some fun with urban, Jack and vinnie….

you kept walking around seeing cake auctions, all types of drinks.

you took some drinks and started to grove onto the dance floor having some fun…

you slowly made your way downstairs bumping back into vinnie…

“come here vinnie… let’s dance”

you both got into the 1st dance floor, dancing, grooving…

he spun you around…

you both were having the best time….

“Y/N…. your making me horny… let’s head over here”

he lead you into a room, their were low lights…

it was clearly gonna be used but you both didn’t care…

you slowly made out with vinnie…

his hands were all over your body… You knew he could be rough…but you wanted more…you felt yourself wanting more from him… you pulled away kissing him again… he pushed you on top of a table…your body was pressed against each other… he unbuttoned your shirt and ran his fingers along your stomach… he sucked on your breasts…

you moaned quietly…you could see the fire in his eyes… he wanted to take your clothes off but he wanted to do it slow…He moved down, slowly unbuttoning your pants… you could feel yourself hardening… you bit his lip asking him what he wants to do next… he smirked… “take it… I promise we can go slower…” you smiled at him… you unbuttoned his dress shirt pulling it off him, you kissed him deeply, his lips were moving against yours… he started to rub your clit through your underwear.

You moaned loudly as you felt yourself getting closer to orgasm…you moaned softly against his lips trying to hold back… he kissed your neck and bit it… “fuck vinnie! I’m so close!” he kissed you and started to push your underwear down your legs…

you moaned louder… you felt your pussy starting to get wet… you reached behind you grabbing your panties off and tossing them aside…

you felt your pussy starting to drip.

you felt urbane…

you started kissing vinnie… you both were in sync, as you started to thrust into vinnie… He moaned as you hit him in just the right spot… you moaned louder, feeling the orgasm starting to build…

“VINCE!!! I AM SO CLOSE!!” you screamed at the top of your lungs.

Vincent pulled out…

he was dripping with sweat… he was breathing heavily. He grabbed you and helped you up… you were both still panting heavily…… you both made out some more… slowly you both got redressed and spent the rest of the night together…

THE END!

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stusbunker · 5 months

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Spotless: Fermata

Chapter Five

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Sam/Madison, Chase the waiter

Word Count: 1815

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, Dean casually getting dressed in front of the reader, third wheelin', Dean is a smooth motherfucker, unbeta'd

Series Masterlist

Divider courtesy of @cafekitsune

The glossy finish of Dean’s desk stuck to the sweat of your palms as you sat on the surface, waiting for him to finally decide on an outfit that Bela wouldn’t roll her eyes at the moment she saw him. He had been going through his wardrobe in front of you for the better part of an hour and you were both on the cusp of entirely different versions of frustration. He strutted out from his massive closet, pants undone and flashing you the same pair of boxer briefs you had been salivating over all morning. His shirt was open, showing off his one and only tattoo, high on his peck as he futzed with the collar, trying to get it to lay right and then he started to button.

“Can’t believe you set me up with some hoity toity wardrobe Nazi,” Dean grumbled a repeated accusation in a new and more colorful way.

“Don’t give me that crap, I know how much you like playing dress up,” you shot back.

He spun and glared at you. “Traitor. Even Charlie knows this dog-and-pony show is not the same as fighting orcs in the valley.”

You put on a face of mock sympathy. “You poor, poor thing, having to wear the free shit designers send you out in the wild.”

Dean flipped you off with one hand while tucking in his freshly buttoned shirt with the other. The way his shoulders stretched the gray fabric was more distracting than the thickness of the offensive finger.

“I’m not wearing a tie for fucking coffee,” Dean griped.

“No, you’re not. People’d think you went to church first and the last thing I want to start is cult rumors for either of you.”

Dean hopped on the balls of his feet as he zipped his fly, finally standing before you in an acceptable outfit. You looked him over as he fiddled with his cuffs.

“Roll them up, shows off your arms,” you coached him, as he went between glancing in the mirror on the back of the door to across the room for your appraisal.

Dean chuckled, but did as he was told.

“So, you calling in the paps or just seeing who catches on on their own?”

“I’ll have Bela post something, showing off you and her plate with a tag to the restaurant. I might snag some candids just in case, but I’m guessing you’ll get noticed.”

Dean dug through his rack of belts as you talked. “Can’t you get fired for leaking photos to the press?”

“Technically that is my job description, dude. But honestly? Only if I’m making extra money off of it— or if my boss decides to be a bigger dick than usual,” you sighed, avoiding scrolling through your phone as it buzzed next to your hip.

Dean smirked. “I’ll show you a bigger dick than—”

“None of that, god, Dean, shove down the locker room talk for like two hours. Please?”

He rolled his eyes and threaded his belt. “When it’s go time, I will be fucking angelic. I promise. I’ll show everybody what a gentleman I am. But you can’t just toss me a perfect spiral and get mad when I run with it.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “You hate football.”

Dean marched back across the room with a pair of Italian leather ankle boots and sat on the edge of his ridiculous bed to put them on. “No, I hate the televised corruption of football. It shouldn’t take twenty or thirty minutes for a two minute drill. But I wouldn’t say no to landing the Halftime show of the Super Bowl.”

“Noted.” You fell to the temptation of your phone, now that more of Dean was hidden than exposed. Bela had texted you twice, both with mirror selfies, you snapped a picture as Dean finger gunned his reflection to send back. She replied with a stream of positive emojis and you barked a laugh.

“What?!” Dean demanded.

“Outfit approved,” you spun your screen so Dean could read Bela’s response and his stupid face went from concentrating to smug in two seconds flat. He waggled his eyebrows at you but you stole your screen back before he could go scrolling through the conversation. His finger hung in the now empty air.

You typed a simple ‘you’re welcome’ to Bela and put your phone aside, screen down as Dean started on his hair in the en suite bathroom. You hopped off the desk and slinked into the doorway, bored and anxious in equal measure.

Staging public appearances had always been a hit or miss with Dean.

“You gonna be alright being Sam’s third wheel? I know you want to make this seem like it’s just me and Bela out, but we could still make it a group thing.”

“I’m so not dressed for an outing with Bela—”

Dean huffed as he washed the product from his hands.

“And we really need the focus to be on you, less distractions, better angles for candids, all that crap,” you said, professionally side-stepping the question.

“Yay,” Dean muttered with mock enthusiasm.

“You love the spotlight, remember?”

“Not the same thing. But I guess I have to live with it, don’t I?” Dean lamented, waiting for you to move out of the doorway and lead the way downstairs. He called for Sam, telling him that it was time to go over his shoulder. Something had shifted between you and you felt every ounce of his regret at the forced circumstances like it was a second skin.

Sam’s laugh, somewhere to your left, drew you out of your careful scrutiny of Dean’s posture across the patio. Madison had been telling a story, and though they both knew you were only there for work purposes, you still felt guilty for ignoring the conversation. You turned and faced the table and took a sip of your coffee. Sam gave you a squint, but didn’t say anything about your sudden return to reality, bless him.

“I think I’m going to do the eggs benedict scrambler. What are you thinking, Y/N?” Madison reminded you to look at the menu.

“Uh, I think I’m leaning more towards lunch, actually,” you said, because you really hadn’t processed anything on the laminated list in front of you.

Sam sipped his fresh squeezed grapefruit juice and you tried to speed read as your waiter returned with a cheerful look on his face.

“How’s it going over here? All set to order?” His name was Chase and he either was a bodybuilder on the side or he was an actor, which didn’t really take skill to parcel out in L.A., but it was still obvious.

Sam, the traitor, answered happily, “sure thing. I’ll have the kale frittatas and could we get a pitcher of Bloody Marys, please?”

“Okay, then,” Madison chuckled, shaking her head at Sam trying to get her tipsy in the middle of the day.

“Definitely, man,” Chase the waiter replied, typing in the order on his tablet. He then turned to Madison, which earned him an appreciative smile as your eyes darted back down onto the options.

You didn’t bother listening to what she ordered, too busy deciding on something you could eat without too much distraction. There was a certain columnist at Rolling Stone whom you wanted to get back in her good graces and if you could get her a good enough shot of Dean being Mister Charming, the better.

“What about you, doll?” Okay, you didn’t have an ounce of a fuck to give to this waiter who probably thought he was being slick.

“I’ll take another water and— the DELICIOUS BREAKFAST SELECTION with wheat toast.”

“Got it. Alright, that’s all in and I’ll be back with your drinks in a sec.” Chase finally left, freeing you from scripted social interaction. Sam gave you a reassuring head tilt and turned back to Madison. Both of them were polite enough to not point out you did not actually order a lunch selection.

Bela and Dean were near the railing of the patio, perfect for visibility from passersby, but what caught your attention most was that they seemed to be genuinely smiling at one another as they talked over their meals. The urge to join them welled up, to know what had two people so close to you so amused, to be included in their tiny bubble. You stayed put, managing to snap a few pictures of them before the table next you was seated.

So far, it felt like it was working.

The rest of the meal went by in a blur, you checking your phone more than was strictly polite but neither Sam nor Madison seemed to mind. The waiter continued to be a little extra, but all you cared about was the couple of people that had gathered across the street not so subtly snapping pictures. Bela’s post must have done its job. Dean and Bela lingered after he paid the check and you wondered if they were waiting on your permission or actually enjoying themselves. But before you could text either of them a posh car pulled up next to the patio and Bela was standing up to confirm her ride.

You watched on bated breath, Dean ushering Bela out of the iron gate of the patio with a hand on the small of her back. He was always at ease with physical touch and you were grateful for that fact as he sold your lies. Bela turned to face Dean outside the waiting car. She smiled up at him and he said something, making her bite her bottom lip. Oh, shit, she was milking this!

That’s when he leaned in and planted a quick kiss on her lips, just a breath longer than a peck. Sam kicked you under the table but you ignored him. They were really doing this and you couldn’t deny they looked damn good together. Dean held the door as Bela climbed into the backseat and closed it when she was situated. He tapped the roof and turned to walk towards where he parked the impala. He kept his head up, but you could see the slight smirk on his lips which only deepened as you gave him a double thumbs up as he passed your corner of the patio.

Fucker had this down.

You watched Dean walk away, hoping the photographers got that because you were not prepared for the goodbye kiss. And when Sam nudged your ankle for the second time you sighed and glared at him. He just raised his eyebrows. You ducked your head, trying to hide the heat on your cheeks. Which didn’t really make sense, you had gotten caught staring, so you chalked it up to mild embarrassment. It wasn’t jealousy, you had set this whole thing up. You were fine.

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Chapter Six: A Due

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myyoungroyalsblog · 2 years

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Marcus

Oof okay, here we go *cracks knuckles*

The way he introduced himself to Simon was very kind and sweet, and the converstation they had (although brief) was very friendly. He complimented his singing and even invited him out to karaoke.

When Simon needed help to go and check on Sara, he helped him and understood his worry.

At karaoke he introduced him to his friends and convinced him to sing and hyped him up. (it did seem a bit pushy to me, and the song choice wasn't "appropiate" in my opinion, but it did look like Simon had fun.)

When Simon went to his house, Marcus told him how he feelt. And Simon listened.

When Wilhelm and Felice went to the shooting range, he was friendly with both of them.

When Simon didn't answer his texts, he went to his friends (Ayub and Rosh) to ask about him. (For me, this was an "orange" flag, because on the one hand it's nice that he cared about him, but on the other, I don't think someone who is sick would outright stop texting you, and if something was indeed wrong with him, you would hear about it from his friends or Sara, they would let you know. Also, it's no one elses business if Simon didn't answer your texts, he shouldn't have said that to his friends.)

Now, here's where it gets interesting

Simon went to visit him at the stables to talk with him. Simon told him that he isn't ready for anything serious, he told him how he feels in that moment, but Marcus made it about them, how they are both not in a hurry, when that was not what Simon said or meant. He didn't listen.

He then asked if this was about Wilhelm, and how he hasn't watched the video (gold star for being a decent person?), how he isn't like him, that he would never hurt him. That is something you cannot say with certainty.

Again, Simon says that he never said that. How he thinks that he's great and kind and "perfect", but he's just isn't ready. He tells him how he feels, again, just like when Marcus did when Simon went to his house, and Simon listened. But now, Marcus doesn't listen.

Simon is saying that he isn't ready right now.

But Marcus goes on

You don't need role models for a healthy relationship, and you cannot compare an abusive relationship between Simon's parents and what Simon and Wilhelm had. That comment made no sense.

And if that wasn't enough, he then says this

When did Simon ever say or indicate that he's like his dad? You do not bring that sort of thing up unless the other person voices those fears. He was way out of line.

He then forces him into a hug (which reminded me of the hug Micke gave him in Episode 1 in the previous season, where Simon looked extremely uncomfortable), and says how he knows he doesn't want to destroy something this beautiful. Putting words in Simon's mouth. And how they will take it slow, which again, shows how he didn't listen to Simon. Because he just said that he isn't ready right now.

The next day he went to the rowing match to support him, which was sweet.

Moving foward, they are hanging out on a hill outside his car, eating pizza and chatting. Like a date, which again, sweet. Simon then asks him to go to the Masquerade Ball with him, but he says it's not really his thing.

Simon was excited to take him, but he respects his decision (so do I).

It's the night of the Ball and he surprises him and wants to go with him, even disguses himself as a waiter which was a smart move.

When approached my Wilhelm at the Ball, he is friendly when talking with him, even saying he is nice later to Simon.

Now, the final conversation.

Simon goes to the stables to talk to him, again, and tries to explain. But Marcus is already on the defensive, saying that he isn't enough compared to a prince. But Wilhelm isn't a prince to Simon, he's just Wille. Simon tells him again how he told him he wasn't ready and he didn't listen.

Then, he says that Simon plays the victim.

It just shows how he doesn't know Simon at all, becasue he doesn't play the victim, he is the victim (of the video, the bullying,...) and drama is the last thing Simon wants, he just wants to put eveything that happened behind him, and it most certainly doesn't "turn him on".

👑

It seemed to me that a fucking 16 year old (a minor!) is more mature than an 18 year old, so yeah, Marcus never stood a chance against Wilhelm and he can go suck it.

#i might have missed something or maybe some things i said you dont agree with and thats okay! this is just my view #feel free to add!#i dont think he's the worst person ever #but some things he said were toxic and manipulative #not saying Simon was perfect either! This is about Marcus!#young royals #yr s2 spoilers #mine

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ms-snape · 1 year

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Girl where did u go🙁 rescue us with some Ziyech fics

ONLY ONE CAN HAVE HER

Note(please read): I'm so sorry to take that long, I now I haven't take any request but I'm actually really busy with my exams and all, Ntw all the imagines that I actually write are from my french Wattpad account "Skylar_sky9", I'll write about your request soon that I can, I promise, good reading💗.

Summary: Mason and Hakim are in love with the same girl but it's her choice to make.

Y/n's POV

Day: Monday

I check the time on my phone for the thousandth time this evening, the restaurant was filling up more and more and I already regretted having agreed to come, glance at the waiter who gives me a sympathetic look, it was too much for me, so I decide to leave before I get more humiliated, once I get home I take off the dress I was wearing and collapse on the bed without bothering to take off the little layer of makeup on my face, I felt so stupid at that moment.

Hakim's POV

I look at the ball at my feet more angry than ever at my coach, tonight I had planned to go to dinner with Y/n , I had been trying to find the courage to propose to him for months, but Potter told me forced me to train more worst of all and that i couldn't even call him since my phone was dead literally when i got back to the locker room it wouldn't turn on i decided to go to her house and explain everything to her after practice which seemed to be endless.

Y/N's POV

I was lying on my bed staring at the ceiling, I couldn't sleep considering all the questions that were going through my head, among them, why Hakim had stood me up, he looked delighted when I had agreed to go on a date with him, maybe he had a big impediment, but if so why hadn't he called me or just texted? Suddenly the doorbell rings, I jump, hoping inside that it's Hakim, I go down the stairs quickly and open the front door to...Mason..

"hi, sorry, did I wake you up?" he asked, looking at my pyjamas which didn't hide much.

"no, I can't sleep anyway, so what brings you?"

"So... I knew you had an appointment with Hakim tonight, but I saw him in a club not even an hour ago" I felt my heart break at his words I really thought that he had a impediment, but in fact he was having fun in a club not even caring that I had spent two hours waiting for him.

"he didn't even come" I said in a whisper, I felt Mason's hand grab mine, I looked up to see that he was giving me a meal a sympathetic look just like the restaurant waiter.

"You know if you had gone with me, it wouldn't have happened at all, it's like that and you would have had a wonderful evening," he said, rubbing the top of my hand with his thumb.

"I don't know if I can..."

"Y/n... a familiar voice calls out to me, I look behind Mason to see Hakim on the threshold.

" what is he doing here?" he asked pointing to Mason.

"He came to comfort me after you stood me up to go have fun in a club" he was confused a moment before he says.

"I was not in a club but training, I wanted to call you to postpone the meeting to another day, like Saturday, but my phone is dead"

"no actually Saturday she's having dinner with me, right Y/n?" Mason holds me by the waist, Hakim gives me a pleading look waiting for my answer, I didn't know what to say, I wanted to tell him that it was wrong, but at the same time I wanted to make him feel what I felt when he didn't show up.

"Yes it's true" I just said

Day: Thursday

I was sitting in the locker room putting on my shoes to finally leave, I hadn't seen Hakim since that evening and I had to admit that I missed him, suddenly my phone vibrated telling me that I had received a message.

~ hello Y/n Y/l/n

We invite you to participate to a game this Friday where two players from the men's and women's Chelsea team will face a surprise activity~

With the email there was a boutton to accept and another one to refuse , I was hesitant to press accept but did it anyway thinking it might be fun.

Day: Friday

I was sitting at a table in a dark room immediately regretting having accepted, because I had to do the lie detector with Guro who was in the same team as me and also... Hakim and Mason.

<well guys we start with the first question which is just a test) said a man named Luke who was in charge of asking us the questions.

"What's your names?"

(Hakim) (Mason) (Y/n) (Guro) the man at the corner of the room goes the thumbs up we indicate that we were telling the truth.

About ten questions later they had Mason and Guro taken out of the room because they had both lied once leaving me with Hakim.

"Okay guys, only you two are left so we're going to spice things up a bit"

"Hakim this question is for you have you ever had a crush on anyone in the Chelsea women's team" I turn to Hakim who looked a little nervous, but he calmed down quickly before answering

"Yes" my heart was racing as I turned to the man who gave a thumbs up indicating that Hakim was telling the truth.

"wait, wait seriously? are you still it or it's in the past..." asked Luke

"actually I still am"

"ok ok, it's your turn Y/n you have the same question except it's about the men's team" I didn't know if I should answer hoping that the machine wouldn't work or tell the truth.

"I...same yes" I avoided Hakim's gaze while I was saying that, I knew that just by my expression he would have known who I was talking about. We had finally finished and could finally go home, while I was going out to my car someone called out to me.

"Y/n "I turn around to see Hakim running towards me, he stops and looks me straight in the eyes.

"Earlier, when you said you had a crush on someone in the men's team, you were talking about Mason, right?"

"Why do you think that?" Asking him I confuse.

"well you agreed to go to dinner with him tomorrow"

"yes, and I had also agreed to go to dinner with you but you didn't come" said I didn't cross my arms.

"he was lying to you, I was not in aclub I was training because Mason told the coach I needed to improve, he knew we weren't going to have dinner together so he did everything so that I don't show up, and you hate me" he said sincerely. there I knew he was telling the truth even without a lie detector , but I was upset because of what Mason did.

"Actually, when I said that earlier I wasn't talking about a Mason, I was talking about you" said shyly, I didn't know what he was going to answer to that and I was afraid of rejection, he grabbed my chin and lifted my head then... kissed me.

"I was talking about you too" he said to me " then? Do you still want to have dinner with Mason tomorrow or would you rather spend the day with me?"

"I choose the second option"

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That's it that's all.

Thank you for reading and see you soon for a new imagine. Send me your idea.

Lovee u💗

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crystalninjaphoenix · 7 months

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Eye of the Storm

Switch AU

A JSE Fanfic

Almost forgot to queue this because I was having so much fun with my friends haha. Anyway I'm very tired as I write this author's note so I'll be brief. This is mostly setup for the next chapter, and some exposition. JJ and Marvin look into some magic stuff, once again investigating that strange crystal ball. Meanwhile, Schneep thinks he's found where Jackie is. And yeah. A buncha stuff happens. Enjoy haha.

More of This AU | | First Chapter | Previous Chapter

Hey JJ. Those sound like some pretty serious issues. Do you want to meet up to talk about it in person?

JJ read the text from Persephone again, then looked up and scanned the restaurant. He was in the Waffle Cone, the same place where Aoife first introduced him to Persephone, the head of the Magic Circle. He was even sitting at the same table against the left wall. The waiter had been over a couple times to ask for his order, but he explained through writing that he wanted to wait for someone.

After what felt like forever, Persephone finally walked in. She noticed JJ right away and hurried over. “I am so sorry, I got caught up at work,” she said, sitting down.

Magic Circle things?

“No, I mean my actual job. What, d’you think running a magician coven pays the bills?” She laughed, then became serious once more. “Okay. But let’s get to this right away. This sounds like a complicated mess you’re in. Where do you want to start?”

JJ thought about it. Do you remember what I told you about Anti?

“The mind-control, right?” Persephone nodded. “That’s... pretty bad. Any magician who put someone under a spell like that would be immediately locked up for using strong black magic. This Distorter thing was able to just... do that?”

Well, Anti had been isolated for a couple days, JJ said. By that group I was looking for. IRIS. I think Distorter took advantage of that to... break him down.

“Hmm.” Persephone pursed her lips. “It’s... hard to know where to stand on Distorter. Aoife and I have done some research. He might be a Void, but I’ve never heard of a Void being so proficient in mental powers.”

What is a Void?

“Someone who has been consumed by a dark power.”

JJ sighed. That would make sense.

“But if Distorter is a Void, he’s not a normal one,” Persephone emphasized. “And honestly, a Void status would not help us to figure out Anti’s situation.” She paused. “Do you guys have any ideas at all?”

Our friend Stacy seemed to distract Distorter before, JJ recalled. Anti came out of the trance for a time while he was concerned with her.

“So you can distract him for a minute. That’s good. I did bring a list of counterspells.” Persephone reached into her purse and pulled out a few pieces of paper stapled together. “Maybe you could cast one while Distorter is distracted and it’ll dispel the power keeping Anti under his control.”

JJ raised an eyebrow at the list. Each page was covered in handwriting, on both sides. That’s a lot.

“There’s a lot of counterspells. And they’re always very long, which, by the way, have I ever mentioned how impressive it is that you can cast magic without spell words or some sort of implement like a wand?”

Practice, JJ said. My stage mask IS an implement, though, so if you see me wearing it casually, it’s because it makes things easier. But back to the topic at hand. What if the Circle helped with these counterspells? We both know multiple magicians makes magic stronger. Everyone couldn’t fit in the hospital, but surely we could bring Anti to the meeting house.

“Counterspells don’t work like that,” Persephone muttered sadly. “They’re sort of... they run opposite to all the usual rules. It’s why most magicians don’t even try to learn them. And I don’t think there’s a spell spell that could help your friend Anti.”

JJ sighed. He expected that, honestly. But it didn’t mean he wasn’t disappointed. What about IRIS? he asked.

“Oh yeah, we can totally help you find another one of their facilities if you need to,” Persephone said. “But remember. It was very tiring for us.”

Of course I remember that. He could vividly feel the lurch as their spells slammed into IRIS’s strange artificial power over and over again.

“So you have to be sure where this facility is,” she said. “And be sure that your friend is there. We probably won’t be able to do that two nights in a row. Hell, maybe not even two weeks in a row.”

That complicated things. It meant that JJ would have to rely on Schneep to find where Jackie was. But he nodded understandingly anyway. We’ll be sure. Now. Is there anything you want to tell me?

“Found anything else out about that crystal ball with the time magic in it?”

JJ shook his head. Not at all. I haven’t seen any more strange images in it. He’d tried a couple times, late at night mostly, staring into his own reflection in the hope that he could somehow divine a solution to this... this calamity they were in. Can you help with that?

“I can’t, but Aoife can. She’s the diviner, remember?” Persephone gave a little chuckle. “Call her sometime. Or... text her. Or you could FaceTime her, then she could see your signs.”

JJ groaned a little. How have I never thought about video calls for sign communication?

Persephone laughed. “Everyone has a blind spot. Don’t worry about it. Call her sometime, okay?”

I certainly will after realizing that.

“Great. Did you order food?”

JJ was a bit surprised at the sudden change in subject, but he rolled with it. No, I figured I should wait for you. I’m not too hungry anyway.

“Well I am. So let’s get something. We can talk about more magic while we do. I’m sure you have more questions about the Circle.”

And so they ordered.

———————

True to his word, Jameson called Aoife almost as soon as he got home, pausing only to tell Marvin everything Persephone had told him. Marvin was just as disappointed as he was to hear the Circle couldn’t help with Anti. “It woul’ve been awkward, anyway,” he said, covering up said disappointment. “We woul’ be jus’ standin’ around as you and all your magician friends did t’at.” And when JJ mentioned he was going to go up to the workroom and call Aoife about the crystal ball, Marvin said he would come, too. “I’m jus’ as curious about the t’ing as you are, y’know.” JJ pointed out that the wheelchair couldn’t go upstairs. But Marvin insisted. So JJ gave in and helped him up.

So now the two of them were there. Marvin sat in the room’s one chair—a swivel chair paired with the desk—while JJ propped his phone up using the pop socket and a scarf, and called Aoife through FaceTime.

It took a while before she picked up. When she did, it looked like she was somewhere... old? An old library? The reference section of an old library? JJ could see bookshelves of binders behind her. “Jameson? What’s up?” she asked in a quiet voice.

Is this a bad time? JJ asked.

“No, it’s fine, I was just doing paperwork for an old case. It can wait. What is it?”

I wanted to ask more about this. JJ held up the black crystal ball, careful not to touch it with his hands and instead using another scarf as a barrier.

“Have you seen anything else in there?”

JJ shook his head, put the crystal ball down again, and signed, The opposite, actually. I’ve been trying but nothing happens.

“What have you been doing to try?”

JJ paused. Last time it activated when I just touched it, so... that? And pouring magic into it.

Aoife shook her head. “I don’t think that would do anything.”

Why not? It did last time.

“How do I put this... sometimes old magic items will randomly become super sensitive. I’m not sure how old the crystal ball is, but I know I had it for years, and the Circle had it for years before me.”

JJ frowned. Somehow, that explanation sounded... wrong. Like it wasn’t what was happening. What about me pouring magic into it?

“Raw power?” Aoife asked. When JJ nodded, she continued. “Yeah no, that wouldn’t work. Divination is very specific magic, very tricky to wield. Most people can’t do it on their own, they need special tools. And before you say the crystal ball could be a tool, I’ll remind you it isn’t even supposed to have time magic in the first place. It’s not the right kind of crystal.”

“T’is is all very fascinatin’, and I do mean t’at,” Marvin said. “But can we get it t’work at all, t’en?”

“Oh! God, Marvin, you scared the bejeezus out of me.”

“Sorry! Forgot I was out of frame.” Marvin wheeled the desk chair into view of the phone with his good leg and cane. “Hello, Aoife. Nice t’see ye.”

“Nice t’see ye too,” Aoife repeated, her Irish accent briefly becoming stronger. “Anyway. You want it to work again?”

JJ nodded.

“Well, check first that it still has magic in it. Do you know how to do a Revelation?”

Another nod. JJ learned it after seeing Persephone do it one time.

“Do it, then.”

JJ held a hand over the crystal ball. He pulled his stage mask down over his face and concentrated. A light blue mist curled around his fingers and fell onto the crystal.

The black crystal surface changed immediately, the reflections on it disappearing. Instead, a tunnel appeared. It seemed to disappear into the crystal, a vortex of blue and orange swirling into infinity. It only appeared for a second, and then it was gone, and the ordinary reflections were back.

Aoife started to say something, but was interrupted when Marvin shouted. He wheeled closer to the table where the crystal was. “T’at—! T’at was—! T’at—!”

Marvin? JJ signed, confused. Calm down.

“Spiral!” Marvin shouted. “The spiral tunnel!”

What’s the spiral tunnel? JJ asked, confused.

“I... I-I don’ remember!” Marvin clutched his head. “I don’ remember, but t’at’s it!”

“Have you seen that before?” Aoife asked from the phone screen.

“Yes!” Marvin’s head shot up again and he pointed at her insistently. “Yes, I’ve seen it before!”

When? JJ asked, curious.

“I... I don’ remember!” Marvin slumped in his seat. “But I know I have. I know I have.”

“Well, that spiral tunnel also appeared when Persephone Revealed the crystal’s magic to us a couple weeks ago, so it must be a sign of that time magic,” Aoife said. “You’re JJ’s man-out-of-time friend. Maybe... you saw it when you arrived here. Or, now.”

We never figured out where that time magic came from, either, JJ recalled.

“Do you t’ink...” Marvin paused, swallowing a lump in his throat. “Is t’ere any way I caused it?”

“Did you ever come into contact with the crystal?” Aoife asked.

“Yes... one day, the day Distorter... used Anti to take me to...” Marvin’s voice got steadily quieter, until eventually it faded away entirely.

JJ’s eyes widened. Marvin, didn’t you see Anti in the reflection of the crystal? And then he attacked you?

“From behind...” Marvin whispered, revelation dawning on his face. “The way he got me t’at day. From behind. A-and I saw him behind me in the crystal.”

“Alright, forget what I said about old magic items being sensitive,” Aoife dismissed. “The reason Jameson saw visions while simply touching it is probably because the crystal was recently imbued with the magic at that point. By now it’s settled so it will be harder to activate.”

“You agree, t’en?” Marvin pressed. “T’at magic came from me?”

“Most likely. From what I know, the timeline seems to add up. Marvin, you’re a witch, aren’t you?”

“I’m—e-excuse me?”

“Someone who uses magickal items and rituals on a regular basis,” Aoife explained.

“I... do have my magickal cards,” Marvin said slowly. “But how do you know t’at?”

Aoife blinked. “I’m... not sure. It must have been one of my feelings.”

We always trust Aoife’s feelings, JJ said to Marvin. She did think something was wrong about those IRIS cameras, remember?

“Alrigh’, alrigh’.” Marvin decided to move on. “But what does me bein’ a... witch... have t’do with t’is whole mess?”

“That’s the question,” Aoife mused. “As a witch you don’t have magic of your own, you shouldn’t be able to imbue objects with power by yourself. Did you have your cards at that point?”

“...no.” Marvin slowly shook his head.

This is all very confusing, JJ said. But, I called you for a purpose, Aoife. How do I use the crystal ball’s magic again? To see the visions?

“Hmm.” Aoife thought about it. “Marvin. Can you touch it first? Maybe it needs... a refresh?”

“I s’pose it’s worth a try,” Marvin said, shrugging. He pushed his chair right up to the table and reached out. “Do I... pick it up?” JJ nodded, so Marvin took a deep breath and grabbed the crystal ball in both hands. He stared at his reflection on its surface.

“Do you see anything unusual?” Aoife asked quietly.

“I t’ink...” Marvin paused. “I t’ink the room behind me is diff’rent? T’ere are no bookshelves, and the walls are lighter in color.” He laughed. “T’at’s not as big a clue for the future as Anti bein’ behind me. All t’is means is I’ll be in a different room eventually.”

That’s still proof that there’s some time magic still in there, Jameson said. Aoife? Do you think I can activate it now?

“Touch it and see if you see anything,” Aoife suggested.

JJ nodded slowly. He reached out to take the crystal ball from Marvin—

An image flashed before his eyes. A single vision, one of the many he’d seen that day. Jackie, sitting at a computer screen in a dark room. Only now... now the image was clearer. Crisper. He could see more of the room, though its plain office-like appearance told him nothing. What mattered more... was the image he could see on the sleeve of the white coat Jackie was wearing. It resembled an eye, with three circles for irises.

And then it was gone.

“You saw somet’ing, didn’ you?” Marvin asked. “Your expression... went all shocked... all of a sudden.”

JJ took a deep breath, and raised his hands to sign shakily. I saw Jackie sitting in an office, at a computer. He was wearing a white coat... with IRIS’s logo on it.

“...oh,” Marvin whispered.

Well, that’s not very helpful, JJ said, trying to dismiss the shock of what he’d seen. We know Jackie is working for IRIS now.

“Sometimes it helps to think of visions as guidance, or as confirmation,” Aoife said.

“So... it’s tellin’ us t’at we shoul’ definitely find Jackie before we deal with Anti’s situation?” Marvin guessed.

Or it’s confirming that Jackie really is working for them like we thought, JJ said. Then he paused. I saw that same vision before... just less clear. Was it... always trying to tell us this...?

“It must have,” Aoife confirmed.

“If it was tellin’ us the same t’ing weeks ago... does t’at mean our future is locked...?” The expression on Marvin’s face could only be described as ‘overwhelmed by gloom.’

“Now boys,” Aoife said firmly. “That’s not true. The whole reason divination is hard for those who don’t have the natural talent is because the future is so uncertain. Having the same vision twice in a row just means it hasn’t changed yet. Or, it has, but that particular event isn’t what changed. Or it has but the meaning of the event is different now. It’s all very complicated. Don’t worry too much about the future.”

JJ blinked, as if that concept was completely foreign to him.

“We’ll work on t’at,” Marvin said hurriedly.

“In any case, it’s possible that the crystal ball won’t be able to show you visions frequently,” Aoife said. “Okay? So don’t put all your hopes on that, either.”

We’ll try, JJ said. But if we do want to see a vision, Marvin has to do it first?

“Seems like it. But really.” Aoife brought her phone close to her face and narrowed her eyes. “Try not to worry. It’s not good for you, JJ.”

JJ laughed. I’ll try. I’ll talk to you again some other time, okay?

“Okay.” Aoife leaned back again. “Goodbye, then.”

Goodbye. And with that, JJ ended the call.

———————

Schneep’s eyes were really starting to hurt. He’d been doing nothing but stare at a computer screen ever since they decided to focus their efforts on finding Jackie. Had he... gone to sleep last night? He couldn’t remember. And honestly, he didn’t feel too worse for wear if he didn’t. That scared him a little. Sure, it was helpful, but he didn’t ask for that.

He would have taken the chance to be immune to Distorter’s tricks if it was offered. But it was not offered.

“Hör auf darüber nachzudenken,” he muttered to himself. Stop thinking about it. Stop thinking about it. But he couldn’t help it. How could he not think about it?

By continuing to look through IRIS’s files. That’s how.

He lied to himself earlier when he said he’d done nothing but stare at the computer screen. In truth, he snuck up north yesterday to try and download more of IRIS’s database. He got some. Would it be enough? Would it be...

...

Yes. It was enough.

Schneep reread what he’d found over and over again. This was up to date, right? It was accurate, right?

Yes. Yes!

He had to call the others. He had to talk to them. Who first? Hah. He wondered that, but there was only really one option. And so he picked up his phone and dialed Rama’s number.

It rang for a long time before the other end picked up. “Who is this?” Rama asked.

Right. He’d gotten another new phone. “Rama? It is me, Henrik,” he said. “I found him.”

Rama’s attitude instantly shifted. “You did?! Where? Where is Jackie?!”

“He is stationed at an IRIS facility east of Mirygale,” Schneep said quietly. “It was converted from an old prison, like the one to the north. Recently, yes, too. I have the coordinates. For, ah, ah... for the GPS. I mean.”

“Can you text them to me?”

“Now? Yes, hold onto your... hat.” Schneep pulled the phone away from his ear and sent a text to Rama, making sure to carefully copy down the coordinates on his computer screen. “There. Did you get that?”

A moment of silence. “Yes, I did.”

“Good. We must act as soon as possible. We must act to find him and, ahhh... get him out of there. Or, stop him? He’s doing nothing, I’m sure, but IRIS has goals, and they might be... something he is helping with... not knowingly.”

“Henrik? Are you... okay?” Rama asked, sounding concerned.

“What are you meaning? Of course I am.”

“You sound, uh... really fucking weird.”

“Am I? I mean, do I?” Schneep leaned back in his chair and stared at the motel ceiling. “I do not feel weird.”

“Well, maybe you do but you don’t realize it. How much sleep did you get last night?”

He didn’t remember. “I’m sure it was enough, I feel full of energy.”

“Yeah, ‘I’m sure it was enough’ is not how well-rested people respond to that question. Take a moment to actually look at yourself.”

“In the mirror?” Schneep asked, and giggled.

“I meant metaphorically,” Rama said seriously. “Look inward. Think about how you feel. You may think you’re full of energy, but that could just be your body running on adrenaline.”

“I don’t want to look inward, there are things there now,” Schneep whispered. “The Distorter was here. I saw him when he did not want me to. It’s because there are things there now. I have a scar on... I have them all over.”

“Henrik,” Rama said softly.

“This is not the time. We have to go get Jackie.” Schneep stood up, stumbling for a moment before something in his legs naturally corrected him. No, wait. That was just him. He did that. By himself. “I will be right where you want to meet me, and I will be there right away.”

“We can’t go get Jackie right away,” Rama said, pain in their voice. “I fucking want to, but... but apparently the IRIS facilities have themselves some strange shield around them that makes it impossible for you to see anything even when you know it’s there. Last time, when they went looking for Anti, JJ had to get a lot of other magicians to help him break that shield. So even if we go there, we can’t do anything.”

“I don’t want to do nothing.” Why did his eyes feel wet? Why did they feel... weak? He’d thought about this recently, he wondered if they were a different shade of blue. Or maybe only one? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t want to look into the mirror to check for sure. “I-I don’t want to do nothing,” he said again, voice breaking.

“You won’t be doing nothing. Waiting isn’t nothing.” Rama was clearly trying to reassure him, but he didn’t think it was working.

“I wait for everything,” Schneep muttered. He stood in the center of the room, one arm dangling loosely as the other pressed the phone close to his face. “I waited for so much. I wait, I wait, I wait, the only thing there was the worry, the... more than worry, the... Furcht. I cannot remember what the word is. But it was just me and it, and the wait, the wait, the wait for them to come... And then when the wait is over they take you back and it starts again, and you look at yourself, and you think... you think there is something in there that was not before... I was asleep. I was asleep. Except for the mistake. I was asleep. But I knew even before the mistake...”

“Henrik!” Rama’s shout snapped Schneep out of whatever trance he’d just slipped into. “You need to rest.”

“I don’t want to fall asleep.” Schneep’s own voice was so quiet he wasn’t sure Rama could hear him. “Even if it was better than the mistake where I was not. I don’t want to fall asleep.”

“You have to try. You cannot function without it. As I can tell just over the phone.” Rama paused. “Nothing... nothing will happen to you, okay? There won’t be anything new when you wake up.”

“...do you promise?” Schneep hated that he just asked that. Like a child looking to their parents for reassurance that there was nothing in the closet. But he... he had to. He had to have that reassurance, real or imagined.

“I promise,” Rama said. “And when we break through IRIS’s shield, I will call you to tell you. And then we can go get Jackie. Okay?”

“Okay.” He took a deep breath. “Thank you, Rama. I am sorry I’m being so... foolish.”

“You’re the least foolish person I know, Henrik.”

“...Thank you,” Schneep said again, and hung up.

So maybe he did still need sleep. And as he laid down on the bed and drifted off, that fact brought him a strange comfort.

———————

Do you think we could try tonight?

Tonight? I guess we could call an urgent meeting like we did last time. Are you sure tho? Thats really soon.

Yes. I’m sure.

“So you’ll be tryin’ t’at same spell with the Circle now, t’en?” Marvin asked, looking over at JJ in the entrance hall from his spot in the living room.

JJ nodded. I really don’t think we should waste any time.

“Because of the crystal ball visions?”

No, but they certainly didn’t help, JJ said. Will you be okay with me gone? If I recall, last time you were home alone while I was out at this, you left the house late at night on sketchy instructions from Schneep.

“I did, but t’at’s how I got my cards bask, isn’ it?” Marvin shuffled said cards on his lap. Mr. Flufflington, lying on the sofa nearby, suddenly raised his head in surprise at the shuffle sound. “Oh, sorry, Mister. Didn’ mean to wake you up. Anyway, don’ worry about me, Jems, I’m not plannin’ on goin’ anywhere.”

You weren’t planning on going anywhere last time, either, JJ pointed out.

“Well, I’m even less so now.”

JJ stared at him for a moment, then nodded. I’ll be back late again. Don’t wait for me.

“Good night, t’en. And good luck.”

Good night. JJ said that, then left, the front door locking behind him.

Well, with Marvin alone he had to figure out how to spend the rest of the night. Normally he’d read a book and then head to bed... but after earlier, he wanted to look at his cards some more. He was trying to form new patterns with them, balancing a tray across his wheelchair arms for a flat surface.

The two unknowns were bothering him. The jokers. He didn’t know why he had this nagging feeling that they were important. Was it simply because they didn’t know what their symbols meant?

Curious, he separated the two of them from the rest, lying them face-down on the tray so he could examine the runes on the back. An angled spiral with an X over it. That was a much more complicated symbol than any of the others. Did that mean it was powerful? The higher-value cards did seem to have broader concepts—and maybe more powerful runes. Jokers were wild. They could be anything. That was a sort of power.

What would happen if he tried to make a pattern with them?

Marvin debated that for a second, and then decided that nothing ventured, nothing gained. All of the successful patterns he’d found so far had needed at least one of the aces, so he grabbed the Ace of Hearts, with its rune meaning “mark” or “creation.” He placed it in between the two jokers, trying to find an arrangement where the lines on the back designs of the cards matched up. But nothing worked. Maybe he needed more cards?

He searched through the deck and found the King of Hearts. The rune on its back meant, funny enough, “heart” or “life.” Then he grabbed the Five of Hearts (“leaf” or “growth”) as well, because why not make this a heart suit party? Idly, he started messing with the five cards, shifting their positions relative to the others, bending close over—

Marvin screamed. His leg—his broken leg, it—it hurt again! “Fuck!” It was piercing, burning, sharp pain—

Instinctively, he swept a hand over the five cards, dislodging the formation they’d been in. And the pain instantly stopped. He sat there, breathing, for a moment, getting over the sudden agony and its even more sudden disappearance. Then, tentatively, he reached down and gently prodded the injury. It didn’t feel like it had rebroken. Good. Good.

“What the fucking hell was that about?” Marvin asked himself. He looked down at the cards. What pattern had they been in...? Right. The two jokers vertical on either side, with the other three horizontal and stacked on top of each other. Though he was morbidly curious to try it again, he resisted; he didn’t really feel like experiencing his leg breaking all over again. That wasn’t what happened, of course... but it certainly felt like it.

And though that probably should have warned him off from experimenting with his cards for the night, it didn’t. He merely put the jokers to the side once more and resumed. Their angled spirals seemed to shift in the corner of his eyes. Getting smaller and bigger, closing and opening.

———————

Schneep was awoken by a ringing sound. He started up, panic rushing into his heart—then realized it was his phone. Quickly he reached over to the nightstand and picked it up to check the caller ID. It was Rama again. So soon?

Wait... it wasn’t soon at all. The clock on the nightstand read 7:01... am, not pm. And there was early gray sunlight coming through the curtains. And his stomach was rumbling. When was the last time he’d eaten something?

The phone was still ringing. Sitting up, Schneep answered the call. “Hello?”

“Henrik? It’s Rama. Good morning.”

“It is morning, isn’t it?” he muttered, then laughed. “I have been asleep since you last called me.”

“Good,” they said firmly, sincerely. “It sounded like you needed it.”

“I did, I did.” Schneep nodded. “But to serious business. I can only guess you’re calling me because of Jackie.”

“Yes. Jameson and his magicians did that same spell, they found a second IRIS facility right where you said it would be. Well, it was a bit complicated, we had to actually drive out to the location first and that took a while—but after all that, it was there. We are planning on going there today. In only a couple hours if possible.”

“Good.” Schneep nodded. “Give me time to get ready and eat something.”

“You’re coming?!” Rama didn’t bother to hide their surprise. “But... your history...”

“I know,” Schneep said quietly. “But that is why I must go with you. Together we can provide Jackie with enough reasons to see sense. You can tell him why it was such a bad idea to leave... and I can tell him what IRIS is truly doing.”

Rama was silent for a moment. Then they sighed. “It’s up to you. What time would be okay with you? Nine o’clock?”

“That sounds good. Let’s meet at the park again. Will it be just the two of us?”

“No, Jameson is coming too.”

“Not Marvin, though?” Strange, Schneep would’ve thought Marvin would insist on coming even with a broken leg.

“No, he said he wanted to work on things with those magick cards of his. As for Jack and Stacy, well, Jack says someone should stay behind with Anti in case there are any developments. And Stacy has work again. She really wants to help, though. But I do not think this moment is her calling, you know?”

“I understand.” Schneep took a deep breath and stood up. “Nine o’clock at the park. I will see you there. We will finish this.”

“We will finish this,” Rama agreed. “See you then.” And they hung up.

Schneep lowered the phone. His hands were shaking. But he would do this. He would go get Jackie back.

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chapter thirty-nine: i’m drifting from the crescent summary: Goldie runs into Scrooge and the twins in Italy. warnings: references to sex, nothing explicit wordcount: 4142 playlist (will be updated as chapters are posted): shorturl.at/bfBCQ ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33776632/chapters/99133086 site link: https://sites.google.com/view/running-in-circles/chapters/chapter39

here’s chapter thirty-nine!! text will also be included in this post for those of you that don’t use ao3:

2003; Naples:

There were a few important things to remember when traveling to Italy (especially Naples):

Don’t tip the waiters

Get some gelato

Bring something that can fight against magic

Naples was well-known to be Magica De Spell’s homestead, as she’d built her house on Mount Vesuvius for whatever reason and made money by selling spells and potions and curses to the locals while continuing in her quest to destroy Scrooge. Everyone knew about this and despite her attempts to murder Scrooge and his family (and Goldie, on occasion), she’d never been caught or arrested or tried for anything. So she just kept on doing whatever she wanted.

But Naples was beautiful and nice to visit every once in a while. Goldie couldn’t let an annoying witch get in the way of her vacation plans, even if she knew she could just vacation somewhere else. But it wasn’t like there was a Casa Infante anywhere else in the world! She deserved the treats she liked, who cared if she might die while she ate them?

Her current visit to Naples was happening in late September of 2003, after a quick trip to Duckburg to grab some important gear. She could never be too careful when it came to Magica De Spell, and Scrooge always had the latest magic-fighting supplies.

But for the first time in a long time, she noticed that the locals seemed…calm. Usually they were a bit on edge, waiting for De Spell to strike or start freaking out and shooting lightning out of her head. But everyone was fine.

Goldie enjoyed her usual shopping and cuisine when the strangeness finally annoyed her enough to comment. She walked into a mostly empty book store and up to the counter, leaning on her arm in front of the cashier.

“You speak English?”

Though Goldie knew some Italian, she wasn’t conversational and didn’t feel like struggling through her sentences at the moment.

“Yes,” the young girl said with a nod, her dark brown curls bouncing all around her head. “How can I help you?”

“You can tell me why everyone’s acting different,” Goldie said quickly. She paused and realized her comment was too vague. “I mean, um…did something happen to the old witch on the volcano?”

The girl smiled brightly. “She’s gone!”

“Oh?”

“Well, we think she’s gone.” The girl pointed to a coworker of hers organizing books on the other side of the store. “Sofia thinks she’s just putting together a really elaborate scheme. But no one’s seen or heard from her in over a year.”

Goldie stood up and blinked slowly. “Oh.” She didn’t expect that. “Well that’s good.”

“It is! She’s been around my entire life and I’ve never seen my parents so relaxed.”

Goldie nodded. She had a very distinct feeling that De Spell’s disappearance had something to do with Scrooge, though she couldn’t imagine he would kill her. And getting her arrested wouldn’t really do any good, since she could easily break out or erase some cop’s memories or any sort of magical nonsense. So whatever he did, it must’ve been effective.

“Thanks,” she said with a wave, heading back out the door.

Goldie was immediately bombarded with happily screaming children running by as she left the store. They were chasing each other and laughing about something or other and one of them had short, messy blonde hair that reminded her of Dickie.

Dickie, who she’d left back in Dawson with a babysitter.

Goldie sighed and looked towards the water. She’d been trying her best to take care of the kid, but it was stressful. Dickie was a little ball of energy and she loved to talk and Goldie didn’t know what to do with all that. She didn’t hate kids, but she wasn’t good at spending a lot of time with them. She wasn’t exactly nurturing and they could tell, she knew.

And they didn’t like traveling in the ways that she did. Kids wanted to play and run and splash around, while Goldie just liked to walk slowly and eat and relax and not think about anything or anyone.

She didn’t tell the kid where she was going, just that she’d be gone for a week on business. Maybe she could try taking Dickie on a trip sometime to see how it goes. Just to Seattle or Juneau or something close by.

Goldie wandered the streets and decided to grab herself some pistachio gelato, since what else were vacations for than eating all the things she didn’t normally eat? She grabbed her treat and started walking towards the water to enjoy the beautiful view, especially since the sun was going to set soon.

She was checking something on her PDA when a loud tourist almost walked right into her - the girl was shouting something and waving her arms around and managed to smack Goldie’s gelato right out of her hands.

“Oops!”

“Hey!”

The two women looked at each other, one ready to yell and the other ready to apologize, but then they froze and stared.

“Um…”

“You need to watch where you’re walking, Dellaaaa……..oh.”

Goldie stared at the familiar twins, blinking slowly. Was this real?

They looked at her awkwardly and then turned around as an older gentleman joined them.

“What’s goin’...ah. Of course.” He rolled his eyes. “Goldie O’Gilt.”

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(MANY HOURS EARLIER)

Scrooge held his hands up in the air and used his cane to point directly ahead of them. “There it is, kids! The Aragonese Castle!”

“Yeah, we could see it from the other side of the bridge, Uncle Scrooge,” Della said. “It’s huge!”

“Let me guess. We have to climb all the way up to the very top to find whatever it is you’re looking for, am I right?” Donald added.

“Correct!” Scrooge shouted excitedly. He started to march forward, headed right towards the nearest set of stairs. “We’re looking for a place of worship built in the early 1700’s. So keep your eyes peeled!”

Della let out a loud whoop and started up the stairs while Donald sighed and slowly climbed, one foot at a time. “Sure. I’ll just watch out for signs that say ‘this room was built in 1704’.”

“You say that like it’s not a real possibility!”

Donald scowled at his sister and rolled his eyes. He didn’t particularly like adventuring, but it was even worse when Scrooge didn’t tell them any good details about what they were after. At least if the prize was cool he’d have some motivation. As they were currently, he just wanted to go back to sleep. Or look at the castle like a museum, instead of as a hiding spot for a mysterious artifact.

Della danced around the rooms, having gone far ahead of the two men thanks to her youth and vigor. She loved when Uncle Scrooge kept information from them, giving them an opportunity to figure out the mystery for themselves. It added another layer of excitement to what was already a fun adventure. There was certainly something nice about being able to travel halfway across the world on a whim.

With Della in front and Donald far behind, Scrooge took his time checking out every part of the castle he could sneak his way into. There were areas cut off - probably considered unsafe for visitors - but at his age he could pretend he got lost or didn’t see the sign and wandered in the wrong direction. Sometimes it was nice being old.

After a few hours of searching, he came across a room that resembled the inside of a church. There were crosses on the walls and remnants of stone that could’ve once been used as pews. He walked into the room slowly - this was an area of the castle that was marked with ‘DO NOT ENTER’ signs - and ran his hand on top of some of the stone. It was very, very dusty.

“Hmm…” Scrooge hummed, looking all around the room. There weren’t any tables or desks or drawers. But that didn’t mean he’d hit a dead end.

He walked over to the wall and started pressing against each stone gently. There was no guarantee that he was looking in the right place, but he had a gut feeling, and Scrooge McDuck knew to never ignore his gut.

Donald managed to catch up and join him after about fifteen minutes of Scrooge checking out stones. Coincidentally, as soon as Della entered the room, Donald smacked his foot into something and screeched out in pain.

Scrooge and Della rushed over at the sound of Donald’s scream, but while Della tended to her brother, Scrooge was immediately distracted.

“Donald! Ye did it!” he shouted happily, reaching down to the stone his nephew had hit.

It was loose and sticking out, which explained Donald’s mishap, but Scrooge could see a distinctly shiny object inside that was beckoning to him. Asking to be taken! He knew he was destined to be the new owner of such an artifact - and it was nice that they found it without having to fight any demons or Catholic ghosts or whatever.

“Lucky me!” Donald said sarcastically, leaning against the wall and holding his aching foot.

Della gave his shoulder an awkward pat, but the three of them were all caught off-guard by the sound of moving and cracking stone. Donald stood up and backed away from the wall, but it was too late - the spot he’d leaned against had set something loose that should not have been set loose.

“Alright you two, we need to get out of here now!” Scrooge shouted and pointed at the door.

“Right!” Della grabbed Donald’s arm and dragged him out. “Don’t get stuck, Uncle Scrooge!”

The trillionaire rolled up his sleeves and smiled, placing the treasure into his pocket. “No need to worry about me - I’m-!”

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(THE PRESENT)

“Scrooge McDuck. Funny running into you here.”

“Is it?” Della asked suspiciously. “Or did you hear about our amazing adventure and came to steal the prize?!”

Donald smacked himself in the forehead at his sister’s outburst, but Goldie just raised an eyebrow. “What prize is that?”

Scrooge smacked Della on the arm and stepped between them and Goldie. “As if ye dinnae already know!”

“I promise I wasn’t stalking you, Scroogey, I’m just as surprised to see you as you are me!”

He glared. “If only your promises werenae worth squat!”

Goldie rolled her eyes and poked him in the chest. “Get off my back, you annoying old man! I’m just here enjoying the food and taking a break! Or, well. I was.” She pointed at her gelato melting on the ground and then crossed her arms over her chest.

Scrooge stared at her for a few seconds, clearly trying to decide if she was lying or not. Then he looked back at Della, who quipped out a quiet “sorry!” about the ruined treat. “I…I can buy ye a new one.”

Goldie raised an eyebrow - now she was suspicious. “Yeah, I’d hope so.”

She directed them to the shop she’d just come from and made sure to get an extra scoop this time. It wasn’t going to bankrupt Scrooge and he owed her for being so rude before (not that he didn’t have reason to suspect her all the time, but come on. Sometimes coincidences really do happen).

The four sat at the little outdoor tables and enjoyed their desserts - Donald and Della at one table, Scrooge and Goldie at the other.

“Let me try some of yours,” Goldie said with her spoon in her mouth.

He pouted. “Only if I can have some of yours.”

Slowly, Goldie scooped a bit of her gelato (pistachio again, since she was enjoying it last time) and held it up to Scrooge’s beak. “Open wide, sourdough.”

Scrooge blushed deeply but did as she said, enjoying the flavor on his tongue. Then Goldie took the spoon back and licked the excess gelato off of it, making Scrooge blush even harder. Why did she have to be so…like that?

She leaned forward and smirked at him, prompting Scrooge to copy her and scoop a bit of his coffee-flavored gelato. Once again, he was the one blushing as she took his spoon into her mouth.

“Mmm…not bad. Mine’s better, though,” Goldie said with a knowing smile.

Scrooge sighed and hoped he didn’t look as embarrassed as he felt. “If ye say so.”

“So what treasure did you come here for? Scarlino’s Gold Coins? The Affable’s Arrows? Something underwater?”

He shook his head, happy the conversation was shifting to something he was better equipped to handle. “No, no, none of those.” He hesitated for a second before taking off his hat and reaching into it, slowly pulling out a small black cylinder covered in intricate carvings.

Goldie stared at it for a second and then snapped her fingers in realization. “Is that the Cappadocian Cylinder?”

Scrooge smirked and held it up between them so the setting sun would shine on all the different grooves and lines. “It sure is.”

“Did you see if it works yet?”

He shook his head and leaned down, talking quietly. “I didnae tell the kids about that. Yet.”

Goldie chuckled. “You don’t think teenagers would be responsible with time travel? Shocking.”

Scrooge held the cylinder in his hand, rubbing the carvings gently with his fingers. “You’re not any more responsible, O’Gilt,” he said quickly, but his heart wasn’t in it. “I just keep thinkin’ about…what I could do with this.”

“Maybe it’s more appropriate to say…what you’ve already done, right?” Goldie said, poking the top of the cylinder. “I’ve definitely seen two of you in the same place before.”

“Yes, well…” Scrooge breathed out a laugh. “I’ve run into myself once or twice. So I suppose you’re right.”

“Any immediate plans?”

Scrooge was staring at the artifact, unable to tear his eyes away. “Just one. Somethin’ I know I’ve done so I’ve got to make it to do it.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Just need to take care of some things that I missed out on in 1915 or so.”

Goldie’s eyes widened. She hadn’t expected him to bring that up ever again, but immediately she was struck by a memory of something one of the orphans told her when she’d left the ice. It had something to do with Scrooge and some sort of…goat farm. She finally understood what happened there. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

“And we already know what your plans are,” Scrooge said with an annoyed frown.

“What do you mean?”

“Ye dinnae remember? Cambodia?” he asked, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Your hair’s the right color and I know ye stole from me last week.”

Goldie hummed. “You can’t blame me for forgetting about something from fifty years ago, Scrooge.”

“Yes, well…” He huffed and looked back and forth between Goldie and the cylinder. “Either I’m goin’ to let ye borrow this or you’re goin’ to steal it from me.”

She ate more of her gelato. “There’s no fun in you just handing it to me.”

Scrooge looked up at her and they locked eyes for a moment - both wondering what the next move in their endless game of chess was going to be. But then someone else decided for them.

“Uncle Scrooge!” Della said as she and Donald came over to their table. “Are you two done flirting yet? We wanna go to the pier!”

Scrooge glared, blushing a bit. “We werenae-! Argh, yes, fine, let’s go. Come on, Goldie.”

Della and Donald rushed ahead, while Scrooge held out his hand to help Goldie out of her chair. She stared at his hand like it was something foreign, despite the fact that they were in the middle of the conversation so why wouldn’t she go with? But it still felt weird. It always felt weird to be with Scrooge and his family.

She took his hand and they followed the twins, fingers entwined just the slightest bit as they walked.

Goldie was about to continue their conversation when Della suddenly rushed ahead and into the arms of a handsome young man - and then Donald started yelling at her and running after them. She tilted her head to the side, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

“So I guess she’s at that age, huh?”

Scrooge shook his head. “Della’s been at that age for a while now. You just havenae been around to see it.”

With that little comment, Goldie pulled her hand away and shoved her hands in her pockets. She wanted to fight him about that - why should she have been around to see it? She wasn’t her mother or her aunt or her anything - but it wasn’t worth the effort or the distraction.

“Did you hear about De Spell?” she asked instead.

Scrooge smirked. “What about her?”

“That she’s…gone, or something. You know what that’s about, sourdough?”

“Let’s just say…Magica De Spell is not somethin’ we’ll have to worry about ever again.” He placed a hand against his chest and patted it a few times before letting it fall to his side. “She’d been especially awful towards me and my family the past few years so it was nice to get rid of her.”

Goldie stared at him, surprised. “Did you…kill her?”

“Wha-?! No, of course not!” Scrooge looked offended, though he and Goldie were both aware that he’d taken a life in self-defense before. “I…banished her from this realm, you could say.”

“Ah,” Goldie answered quietly, though she still had a suspicious look on her face. Something told her that Scrooge wasn’t sharing the whole truth, though she didn’t have any guesses about it. She supposed it was something that she’d probably learn eventually.

They walked silently for a minute, taking in the night air, and as soon as Goldie realized they were near the water, she also noticed the kids were gone. “Where’d they-?”

“They’re around,” Scrooge said with a shrug. “They know where to find us.”

Well, if he wasn’t concerned then she wouldn’t be either. Goldie tried not to be charmed by Scrooge’s outstretched hand as they made their way down the pier (was this a privately-owned pier? Eh, it was late, who would notice?) and sat on the end.

Both ducks tried their best to ignore the creaks of old bones as they crouched down, but a particularly loud crack from Scrooge’s spine caught them off guard. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before bursting into laughter. They didn’t have a lot of opportunities to just sit and laugh together, but it always felt nice.

And they did sit and laugh for a bit - for a few hours, in fact, while staring out at the water and enjoying the reflection of the moon and the streetlights from a distance away. They talked about each other’s lives and work and families. Goldie asked him about S.H.U.S.H., about Matilda and Hortense, about Duckworth, about his parents. He asked her how she felt about the new CEO of the Blackjack Hotels, a woman she had mixed feelings about. And then, to Goldie’s complete surprise, he asked her about the Dawson orphans. She wouldn’t tell him everything, of course, but she told him more than before. They could’ve talked forever and a day if Goldie hadn’t decided to look at her PDA.

“How are you not tired, old man?” Goldie said as she checked the time for the first time in several hours. “It’s- oh my God, it’s after three, and you’re still wide awake!”

“Jet lag, I suppose.” Scrooge shrugged again. He started to stand up and reached a hand out to Goldie once more, ignoring the creak of his back. “We just arrived in Italy this mornin’.”

Goldie yawned as quietly as she could, taking his hand and allowing him to help her up. “Makes sense. And how long are you staying in Italy?”

Their hands stayed intertwined as Scrooge considered the actual meaning behind her question - the ‘do you have a hotel?’, the ‘where are you staying tonight?’, the ‘do you want to spend the night with me?’-type questions that often came with her words. He opened his mouth to answer, but their moment was interrupted.

“Uncle Scrooge!”

The old ducks turned their heads to see Donald Duck rushing towards them, waving his hands around frantically. Goldie pulled her hands out of Scrooge’s, but he didn’t seem to notice. “What’s wrong, Donald?”

He was leaning against his knees and breathing hard. Either he was in bad shape or he’d been running for way too long. “It’s…” He spoke between pants. “...Della! She…ugh. She went into…some club…can’t…get in…”

Goldie raised an eyebrow. “Why can’t you get in?”

Donald lifted his head and glared, his cheeks bright red. “The bouncer said…” He turned his head away and glared in another direction. “...he said I look too lame to get in!”

After taking a second to register his words, Goldie snickered into her hand while Scrooge crossed his arms over his chest. “How am I supposed to help with that? Della’s a smart lass, she willnae get into any trouble.”

“Ugh!” Donald threw his hands up into the air. “I need money! Money will get me in!”

Scrooge was obviously very offended by the suggestion, and Goldie stayed back as the two men got into an argument. There was nothing that could make someone feel like more of an outsider than watching two family members fight. She felt very out of place suddenly, which was especially sad considering how nice her evening had been going. Hours and hours of sitting and chatting with Scrooge, which is something she’d been wanting to do with him for years, and now it was soured.

“Fine! Then…well, hey, Goldie!” Donald turned towards her. “Can I borrow a few hundred dollars?”

Goldie didn’t even have a chance to respond (with a ‘no’, obviously) before Scrooge’s cane smacked against Donald’s hands. “Absolutely not! No nephew of mine will go around beggin’ strangers for money!”

She made a face, though Scrooge didn’t see it. Strangers?

“She’s not a stranger, she’s practically family!” Donald said with a scowl.

“She’s not family,” Scrooge responded without a second of hesitation. “So dinnae treat her like someone ye can mooch off of!”

Though it was clearly not his intention to offend her, Goldie felt her heart sink. She knew she wasn’t family. How could she not be aware of that, from the little quips and comments and side glances? From the way that Donald and Della seemed permanently uncomfortable around her, to the way that Scrooge made it clear he thought she’d hurt them the same way she so often hurt him.

Her chest was hot and hurting and she needed a distraction. She needed an excuse to leave. She could just go, really, but being on the end of a long pier made it a bit difficult.

Then…it happened.

“What the-?!”

All the lights went out. Every single light in the city was suddenly black and the three ducks standing out in the middle of the water couldn’t have felt more uneasy. It was pitch black and the only sounds were coming from the gulf.

Goldie realized this was her opportunity. She took a deep breath and ran back towards the city, confident that she was going in the right direction. She knew which way to go, though she didn’t know what was going on with the power. She certainly didn’t do that with her mind. But one of the rules she’d been living by all her life was to take every opportunity that came her way.

Scrooge and Donald yipped at the sound of footsteps, followed immediately by Scrooge’s familiar shout of, “Goldie?!”

“I-I think she left, Uncle Scrooge.”

“Why would she-?” Scrooge patted around his jacket and pockets. “Oh, you’ve got to be-...do ye have a flashlight on ye?”

Donald shuffled around in his backpack for a minute before pulling out a small flashlight; it was working well enough for him to shine light all around them. “...sorry. It looked like you were having a nice time.”

Scrooge grabbed the flashlight out of his nephew’s hand and started shining into his own pockets. He stopped and sighed, then started walking back towards the city and waved for Donald to follow. “It’s fine. I knew it would happen eventually.”

“...did she take the Cylinder?”

“Yes, Donald, she took the Cylinder.”

“Della’s gonna be so mad.”

“Yes, probably. But let’s just go find her and then figure out what’s going on here, alright?”

Donald couldn’t see his uncle’s face, but he had a feeling he was sadder than he was letting on. Goldie had a certain impact on his mood, even though he tried to pretend otherwise. “Yeah, okay.”

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REAL HISTORY FACTS: - Casa Infante is where my Neopolitan friend took me for gelato when I visited her in 2019 lol their gelato is a million times better than anything I had in Rome - The Aragonese Castle! It's a medievel castle near the island of Ischia. It's been occupied by many different people over the centuries. - Cappadocian Cylinder is my own creation lol Let's connect it to the castle! The Aragonese Castle was once home to an abbey of Basilian monks. Basilian monks follow the rule of Basil the Great. Basil the Great, with his brother and friend, are known as the Cappadocian Fathers. What do they have to do with time travel, you may ask? Absolutely nothing. The Cappadocian Fathers believed that all people come in threes - like the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost - and that each individual shares a common humanity with two other individuals. If I understood what I read correctly anyway lol So idk. A common humanity between three separate beings...maybe those beings don't need to exist all at once. The Cylinder uses the linked spirits of two beings to allow someone to travel space and time like they're on a zipline. This makes sense. I didn't feel the need to explain any other mystical artifacts I made up but for some reason I wanted to do it here. - Yeah there was a huge blackout in Italy (and some other countries in Europe) on September 28, 2003. A lot of people had to sleep on the streets that night apparently 'cause it was the same night as a big art festival called White Night that I would love to go to someday

DUCK FRANCHISE REFERENCES: - Magica does live in Naples and sell spells and potions n stuff to the locals in the comics. Well the selling spells part depends on the author but that seems to be the most consistent. - Obviously Magica being gone is a reference to Scrooge defeating her and she got trapped in the dime, you remember - Scrooge now has access to time travel! He's gonna go back and meet Magica for the first time lol and then take people-goats and make a farm for them and make some money - Initially I was gonna have a sex scene in this chapter so I could make a joke about Magica trapped in the coin and able to see and hear everything but I decided Magica doesn't deserve that punishment lol

#ducktales #scroldie #goldie o'gilt #scrooge mcduck #della duck #donald duck #fic #fics #running in circles

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neonponders · 1 year

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I posted 6,040 times in 2022

That's 1,858 more posts than 2021!

562 posts created (9%)

5,478 posts reblogged (91%)

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I tagged 6,010 of my posts in 2022

#harringrove - 3,628 posts

#fanart - 2,054 posts

#neonponders - 1,038 posts

#billy hargrove - 892 posts

#ficlet - 800 posts

#s4 - 681 posts

#steve harrington - 577 posts

#gif set - 539 posts

#text post - 400 posts

#oh 🥺 - 370 posts

Longest Tag: 105 characters

#but i know angst is coming so i'm saving the rest for a new chapter so i can segue through the angst haha

My Top Posts in 2022:

No one can un-convince me that Billy did not learn the world ‘amigo’ merely by being in California.

That came straight out of his favorite chef and dealer, Argyle’s mouth.

325 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

Enough “no one can understand why they’re a couple” tropes.

I want moments where Robin points at Billy while telling Steve, “Marry him.”

Bonus points if it’s totally stupid like Steve mistook San Francisco as San Flamingo when he was a kid and calls it that to this day. Max just pats Billy’s arm and informs, “That one’s yours.”

327 notes - Posted November 22, 2022

You know those Reddit stories of men experiencing actual love/affection from their significant others for the first time in their lives? Like the guy whose girlfriend washed his hair for him and he cried?

That’s Billy.

(and Steve, after he realizes how much work HE put into relationships without getting anything back. Then his efforts are finally returned and he has to lie down.)

328 notes - Posted October 7, 2022

I want Billy to be so goddamn clingy once he knows Steve means it.

417 notes - Posted October 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Thinking about a scenario where Billy and Steve become dads, but once their daughter is walking, talking, and really thinking for herself (4 or 5 years old), Billy becomes the kind of dad who’s very quiet. Not quite negligent, but he stands aside and lets Steve do everything.

It gets to a point where their daughter asks Steve if her daddy doesn’t love her. (Kids are blunt with their words but this really slices Steve open.)

Steve tells Billy, and Billy doesn’t really get time to consider anything. He doesn’t have the time to look for therapists (he’s already in therapy, but that’s for complex ptsd, not parenting) or to ask his little girl if she’d go to a park or anything with him. They already had planned to go to some kid’s birthday party at a restaurant on a boat dock.

At the party, they really only know the birthday kid’s family. But they get to know some snotty little asshole real fast because he just won’t leave their little girl alone. She’s on the verge of spilling tears when Billy interrupts, “Kid, can you swim?”

“Duh, I can swim,” he responded, all proud.

Billy picked him up and chucked him into the lake. “Well look at that. He can swim - ”

The kid’s dad comes over swinging. Gets lucky and lands one punch before Billy decimates the man. He doesn’t waste time. Kick to the balls, hit to the gut, the face, and he falls right into the lake next to his kid.

Billy scoops up his daughter and waves off the waiters and busboys who look like they feel obligated to do something, but aren’t getting paid enough in their summer jobs to fight a raging father.

Steve is beside his family in an instant, bag already packed and money on their table while their baby curls herself very small in her daddy’s big arms. “When we get home, I’m teaching you how to throw a punch. You can practice on Big Teddy. He won’t ruin your tea parties anymore.”

At home, she puts a sparkly star sticker on her daddy’s bruised cheek. He asks for a sticker every day until it heals. She kisses it just in case, and long after it’s healed and it’s a fifty/fifty chance that the kiss will be a raspberry instead.

Steve might be the dad who helps his daughter feel big, but Billy’s the one who helps her not fear being small.

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#tumblr year in review #neonponders #harringrove #thanks for encouraging my bs haha <3

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But Hey! YOU'RE OK.

May, 2023

Everyone knows that I'm not the kind of person that judges.

However, in the spirit of full disclosure, there are a few things I encounter in life that make me want to bite my tongue.

I group them thusly: 1) People, 2) The Universe, 3) Other People.

1) Minorities, Non-Minorities.

2) Animals, Vegetables, Minerals, Fate, Unresponsive Deities, Consequences, Gravity, Karma, Luck and Sutra. (Oh yeah, and Smart Phones.)

3) Asians, Latinos, Europeans, Non-Scottish, Eskimos, Africans, Indians, Those Other Indians, Old, Young, Pedestrians, Doctors, Teachers, Lawyers, Red Heads, Blondies, Baldies, Store Clerks, Customers, Good Looking, Ugly, Healthy, Sick, The English, The French, The French Again, Relatives, Strangers, Cat Lovers, The Few, The Proud, The Marines, Hunters, Vegetarians, Bowlers, Soccer Fans, Pundits, Politicians, Activitists, Homeless, Homely, Gym Rats, Runners, Cooks, Journalists, Singers, Actors, Flight Attendants, Pilots, Mechanics, Bus Drivers, Truck Drivers, Motorcyclists, Surfers, Dentists, Barbers, Highway Maintenance Workers, Insurance Claims Workers, Laundry Workers, Loan Clerks, Supervisors, Managers, Vice Presidents, Owners, Stockholders, Police, Crooks, Optometrists, Pharmicists, Postal Workers, Proctologists, The Village People, Salesman/woman/person, Weather Forecasters, Social Workers, Tax Preparers, Taxpayers, Umpires, Waiters, Writers, Window Washers, He, Her, Them, They and so on and so forth...

Of course this is just a sample of the nattering nabobs of nimroddery that get on my very last nerve no matter how pleasant and easygoing I am.

So let's list a few of the specific gormless twits who give my speedo a wedgie.

Men flexing and preening in the locker room

Men over 30 wearing their ball cap backwards

People with aboriginal tattoos who are not, and never were, an original abo

People who always text, refuse to make voice calls and still expect an immediate response

Drivers who stereotype other drivers just because they are driving like (you know) those people

People who honk at me

Stupid drivers who don't respond when I honk at them

Drivers going too fast, or, too slow, in my lane

Men hugging men

Anyone hugging me

Anyone wearing shorts in cold weather

People wearing pajamas anywhere everywhere

Everyone east of Missouri and north of Virginia

People who get there before I do

People who make stupid lists

People in front of me in line holding me up

People that whisper, talk, laugh and oooh and aaah at the movies

Mono maniacal contumaciously rabid sports fans

That person on my lawn "Get the %$&@ off!"

Everyone younger than me

Old fogies

People wearing masks outdoors or in cars

People who put ketchup on hot dogs

Everyone taller than me

Short people with an attitude (they all have one)

That My Pillow Guy

If you made the list - no offense - there may be nothing wrong with you.

It's possible it's just me.

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babyboibucky · 3 years

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The Match - Part 5

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You find yourself in the middle of a predicament.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: SMUT as always, sort of public sex??? Unprotected sexy times, emotional damage lmao

A/N: Buckle up, babies!!! You’re in for a rollercoaster ride for this chapter ajckjasncjak I apologize in advance and please don’t hate me

AND BTW if you guys haven’t seen, I found the perfect playlist for this series lmao I saw the title and I was like HOLD UP this is perfect https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3Eg5ZH6wMq4iocF5fWSesb?si=aff157a6198a4446

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

Still awake, baby?

Fuck.

You screamed into your pillow upon reading Bucky’s text. It was quarter to midnight and you couldn’t sleep, especially not after Bucky told you that he wanted to make the relationship official.

It’d only been three months and you felt like he was moving too fast. And when he promised that he would find a way to snatch your heart the old-fashioned way? You wanted to explode because obviously, he already did.

But you weren’t going to say that to someone who already had a huge ego (and cock, too).

You composed yourself and typed in your reply, throwing your phone to your side after sending it.

Yeah. Why are you still up tho?

Not even a minute later and your phone began to ring. You sat up on your bed and squeezed your pillow, hating how Bucky had such an effect on you. Jesus, what are you, a high school student?!

You stared at his name on your screen before swiping and accepting the call.

“What’s up?” You answered as calmly as you could.

Bucky’s low chuckle sounded so fucking sexy that you had to bite your lower lip to prevent a moan from escaping.

“Still working. Can’t concentrate though, I keep remembering how you looked like with my cock in your mouth.”

You exhaled through your nose, “Jesus, you’re insatiable.” You said.

“Only for you, baby. You know that.” He said and your heart did a little somersault inside your chest.

“Don’t stay up too late, you have an early meeting tomorrow, right?” You asked, trying to change the topic because if you didn’t, you were sure how things would go.

Bucky let out another chuckle, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll just finish signing some papers and then I’m off to bed.”

You hummed and laid back down on the bed. It was completely silent but it wasn’t awkward. You heard the shuffling of paper on Bucky’s end, followed by the squeaking of a chair.

“You still there?” Bucky asked.

“Mhmm, you done?” You asked back.

“A few more papers left, baby. Can you wait ‘til I finish?”

There was something about talking to Bucky on the phone like this, so casual and so...mundane. It felt natural and comfortable, to think that this was the first phone conversation you had with him. He only sent you texts previously so this was new, but you had to admit, you loved it.

Bucky heard you yawning and let out a soft laugh. He sounded sleepy too when he spoke, “Almost done.” He reassured.

“Let’s have dinner tomorrow.” He added.

“Yeah, okay. As long as it’s not in the same restaurant we went to after my promotion.” You groaned at the memory.

Bucky snorted, “We’re banned there, babe. Even if I wanted to go back there, they wouldn’t allow it.” He said.

“No shit, Sherlock. We got caught in their bathroom, of course they’ll ban us.” You huffed out.

“I was looking forward to dessert, you know.” You pouted.

“I got my dessert though.” You could hear Bucky’s smug smirk through the phone.

“Are you done?” Bucky whispered into your ear as he placed an arm on the back of the booth.

You shivered at his voice and nodded, grabbing your champagne and drinking it in one go.

“I promised you something, didn’t I? That I’ll give you something right before dessert? Meet me in the bathroom in five. Again, don’t be late.”

And with that, Bucky slid out of the booth and adjusted his suit before leaving for the bathroom. You clutched your heart and waved at the waiter who passed by, requesting for a refill and downing it before following Bucky.

You adjusted the black dress that Bucky bought you, you were surprised at how perfect the fit was. The lovely dress though, made you uncomfortable because of its length and the fact that Bucky still had your panties with him was making you feel even more conscious.

You were immediately pulled into the men’s bathroom as soon as you got there. Bucky tugged you into one of the cubicles and wasted no time to bend you over, lifting your skirt up to squeeze your ass.

“I knew I picked the right dress, you look good enough to eat.” Bucky grunted as he unbuckled his belt.

You moaned and pressed your palms against the door, pushing out your ass towards Bucky until you felt him line his tip up to your entrance. In one swift move, Bucky bottomed out and didn’t give you enough time to adjust.

It was fast and violent, the way Bucky fucked you inside that stall. Both of you were too caught up in the pleasure to even hear the commotion happening outside.

“Not gonna last long, Bucky...” you whimpered, feeling your legs tremble.

You’d been on edge the entire time, having been denied your orgasm earlier. And Bucky kept on squeezing your thigh teasingly during dinner, palm always inching higher until it settled close to your bare mound.

Of course, you wouldn’t last long!

“I know, baby.” Bucky said, sucking the skin on your exposed shoulder as he continued to fuck you from behind.

Once done with the sex escapade, the both of you were welcomed by the restaurant’s manager with a disapproving (and scarred) look on his face.

You blushed at the memory, “Let’s not do that again, please?” You said.

Bucky laughed, “Fine, fine. But dinner tomorrow, okay?”

You yawned at the same time you hummed, “Just dinner.”

“Wholesome dinner.” He confirmed. “Alright, I’m done with work. Sleep now, baby.” He cooed and you nodded even though Bucky couldn’t see you.

You heard footsteps and then the sound of the door closing shut.

“Good night, baby.”

“Hmm, good night, Bucky.”

To say you were giddy the next day was an understatement. You were on cloud nine after having a phone conversation with Bucky last night. You even greeted Janet the snitch a very good morning when you shared the elevator with her.

You entered your floor and offered everyone a smile, but you also noticed that they seemed to be preoccupied talking to each other.

“What’s up?” You asked Martha and the other girls who were huddled together.

“Haven’t you heard?” She asked. “Sophia shared an elevator ride with Mister Barnes earlier. He called a flower shop, asked for their most expensive bouquet and then went on to make dinner reservations at an elite restaurant!”

You paled at the discovery and cleared your throat, “And that’s a big deal because?”

Martha snickered, “Girl, we’re talking about James Barnes here, a rich and eligible bachelor. It is a big deal. And ugh, I wonder who the lucky lady is! What I’d do to be her.” Martha dreamily said.

“Do you think it’s an employee here? Fuck, I’d be so envious if that girl happens to be working here!” Sophia added.

“Is that even allowed? Sounds pretty scandalous to me.” Kate chimed in.

“Oh my god. Remember the pantry incident that Janet reported? What if that was Mister Barnes and his girl? Damn, that’s juicy. It’d be horrifying if they get caught.” Kate added.

Your head felt light-headed at all the information that was going on. Hearing their conversations felt like a bucket of iced water was being poured on you. It was like a moment of a major realization.

Shit, what has gotten into you, getting all tangled up in this mess? Damn you, Tinder!

Even if Bucky agreed to take things slow, you realized that it wouldn’t really help. If news got out that you were dating the CEO of your company, you’d still receive some backlash for it.

Maybe making it official wasn’t the right thing to do. At least, not yet.

“Ladies, gossip time is over.” You announced and tried to stay calm. “And speaking of Barnes, I need to submit a report.”

You nervously knocked on Bucky’s door, hoping that he was back from his early morning meeting. You could hear him talking inside and thought that maybe he was busy.

“Come in.” He called before you could even turn around.

Slowly, you opened the door and slipped inside his office. Bucky was on his chair, talking to someone over the phone. When he saw that it was you, he quickly put his phone on mute and smiled.

“Yes, baby? What do you need?” He asked softly.

Goddammit! Bucky was surely getting used to that pet name. Initially, he’d only call you that in the throes of pleasure. But somehow, Bucky began to use it so casually that it made you nervous. What if he slipped and called you that during a meeting, in front of everyone?

You hated how Bucky was becoming soft and gentle around you, well, except maybe when he was in a certain mood. It was confusing the hell out of you. But you also enjoyed being the only one to witness his soft side.

Was his offer to make things official because he truly liked you or was the fucking that good to make him want to commit all of a sudden?

“I uhh, I think I’ll just come back later if you’re busy.” You stammered.

Bucky held up a finger and then unmuted his phone, “Hey, something important came up. I’ll call you again later.” He said and quickly ended the call before turning to you.

“You know I’m never too busy for you.” He said, his eyes the softest you’d ever seen.

There goes your heart.

“I think...” you trailed, not sure how you were going to say it.

Bucky raised his eyebrows at you, urging for you to continue. You heaved out a deep sigh. Your hands balled into fists at your side as you walked closer to his desk.

“Can we raincheck on the dinner tonight?” You asked.

Bucky frowned, “Why?”

You shrugged, “No reason.”

“Lie to me one more time and I’ll have you on my lap for some spanking.”

How the hell does Bucky do that? Become all sweet and soft and then rough and dominating all of a sudden?!

You squeezed your thighs together because the image of Bucky’s hand landing on your ass was doing things to you. You willed yourself not to give in, you came here for a reason.

“There are rumors about you. Someone heard you making dinner reservations and now everyone’s talking about it. I just...” you paused to check Bucky’s reaction but as usual, you couldn’t read his face.

“Maybe making this official isn’t...the right thing to do.”

Bucky pushed himself up from the chair slowly and stalked towards you. Was he mad? Fuck, you hoped he wasn’t. When he reached you, his hand came up to brush your cheek with his knuckles.

“What do you want then?” He asked.

Shit, you never actually thought about it. What do you want? Keep things casual between you and Bucky? Completely stop whatever it was that was going on between the two of you?

“I don’t know.” You shrugged.

“I like you.” Bucky stated and stepped back. “You’re intelligent and you don’t take shit from anyone, myself included. When you said you wanted to take things slow, I agreed to it. Hence, the flowers and dinner. Now that I’m giving it to you, you still don’t want it.”

Bucky’s livid. He was composed but the way his jaw tensed as he spoke was enough proof that he was mad, really mad. It’s his calm demeanor despite being angry that somehow scared you. The calm before the storm. What the storm was going to be? You didn’t know and honestly, you weren’t sure whether it was something that you even want to find out.

Maybe you were being confusing or indecisive but only because things happened too quickly for you to even properly process it. To think that you addressed your concerns last night, you actually that Bucky understood where your feelings were stemming from. However, it seemed to have gone over his head.

“Bucky, I don’t think you’re getting my point here.” You explained, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“If you heard what your employees have been saying about you and your...girl, you’d understand.” You said and placed your hands on your hips.

Bucky made a face, “Then make me understand. What did you hear?” he asked.

“We already talked about this last night! They’d think that the promotion was given to me because we fucked! That’s going to taint my image for the rest of my life.” You huffed out.

Bucky rubbed his face with his hand as he paced back and forth, “They’re idiots if they think of that. What do you want me to do? Give a detailed presentation why I decided to promote you? Go through your evaluation one by one? He sarcastically said.

“Oh my god, Bucky. You really don’t get it, do you?” You let out a humorless laugh.

He shrugged, “You’re confusing the hell out of me. Just tell me what the hell you want to happen.”

“Maybe I just want keep things professional.” You blurted out in the spur of the moment.

You didn’t mean it. You so didn’t mean it. Fuck. You word vomitted and now you were going to regret it.

Something in Bucky ticked, you saw it. He approached you until he was towering over your frame. It was intimidating to say the least, the way Bucky stared down at you with a blank expression on his face.

“What if I don’t want to?” Bucky asked, his eyes looking down at your lips for a quick second before moving back up to your eyes.

“I wasn’t asking for your permission.” you retorted and you’re not sure why.

Bucky exhaled through his nose and this time, you could read his face. He was fuming.

“I told you, you’re mine.” He said through gritted teeth.

The tension in the air was thick. The close proximity was making you dizzy, Bucky was so close that his scent was invading your senses. His jaw was clenched tightly as he looked down at you with piercing eyes and you were so tempted to just grab his face and kiss him and tell him that you liked him too.

But of course, your pride just had to be in the way.

“You don’t own me, Bucky. I am my own person.”

Another word vomit. You were Bucky’s the moment he laid his hands on you and you liked it.

Bucky inhaled and shrugged, loosening up before taking a step back. “So you want to keep it professional, huh?”

No.

“Yes.”

Bucky nodded, “You’re lying. I know you are. But okay then, professional it is. Let’s see how long you can keep lying to yourself.”

You watched Bucky walk back to his desk, sitting down on his chair with his arms crossed over his wide chest. His face was void of any emotion all of a sudden, he didn’t even look angry anymore and you hated how you couldn’t seem to figure him out.

“Anything else you’d like to discuss?” he asked, the professional tone of his voice sending chills down your spine, but not in a good way.

You slightly nodded, placing a folder on top of his desk before backing away. “It’s this month’s report.”

“Okay. You’re dismissed.” He casually said, grabbing the folder and skimming through your report as if you weren’t standing right in front of him.

You felt a pang of pain hit you right in the heart when he looked up at you questioningly, as if he was wondering why the fuck you still haven’t left his office. At that moment, you wanted to take back all the things you said and just give in to your damn feelings.

But would you really let your career nosedive just to be with Bucky? You weren’t sure if you were ready for that.

You straightened up and maintained a calm demeanor, “That’s all. Thanks, Bucky.”

“That’s Mister Barnes for you.”

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rafescoke · 3 years

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Maybank ; Rafe Cameron

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Request: how about y/n is jj’s older sister and shes dating rafe but they keep it a secret bcs rafe is a dick he doesn’t want to be seen w a pogue. jj knows that his sister is dating rafe and he kinda hates rafe for keeping they relationship as a secret. then sarah threw a party n invited the pogues n they play truth or dare n a random kook dared rafe to sniff coke on some random girl’s belly n rafe accepted it without thinking abt what y/n thinks n they fight @rafeswh0ree

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Rafe would do anything to protect his title, even if it causes the girl he loves to stray away.

Warnings: Pure angst, mentions of substance!

A/N: you know the drill. . . send requests!

(Y/N) doesn’t want to remember the day her little brother found out about her relationship with a certain kook prince.

Being a year younger than (Y/N), it’s funny how he acts like a total older brother to her; always so protective, and not letting any boys touch her.

It was a Friday, and (Y/N) had sneaked out to meet Rafe by the beach. The night sky was almost perfect; the moon was illuminating them, and the waves were calming.

Rafe pressed a kiss against her lips, mumbling how much he loves her when the sound of a backpack hitting the soft sand startled them.

“What the fuck?”

(Y/N) scampered from Rafe, fixing her fallen top and running towards JJ who was already making his way back to his bike. His eyebrows were furrowed, his heart banging.

(Y/N) pulled his shoulder, “JJ, stop. It’s not what you think!”

“Wait, wait, what do you mean? Did he drown and you had to give him CPR?” He scoffed, prying his shoulders away and walking backward slowly. “This is so low of you, (Y/N). Fuck.”

JJ noticed that something was different with his sister a few months ago. The sneaky texts under the table, the sudden smile at her phone screen. . . he had thought of the actions as nothing more than (Y/N) contacting her friends.

And when he saw her in Figure 8 two weeks ago, in a fancy restaurant he works part-time in, she had told him that her new friend had brought her there.

As if she would ever have a kook friend.

Of course it wasn’t a kook friend. It was a kook boyfriend.

“JJ, please! Why are you like this?”

JJ turned his heels to look at (Y/N) properly. His nostrils were flaring, and his eyes were wild. Trying to contain his anger, “Your fucking boyfriend is a drug addict and I’m not letting you date someone who choked my friends before!”

He waited, and extended his hands. “It’s me or Rafe. Stay if you want to stay with him, and come with me if you want to come back home.”

“You’re crazy,” she whispered, letting a tear rolled down her cheeks. She thought of many scenarios where JJ will eventually find out about her and Rafe, but this wasn’t in her list.

“Me or Rafe.”

(Y/N) remembers exactly the way JJ walked away disappointedly, his head hanging low and his hands balled up in a fist.

It took her weeks to regain JJ’s trust and fix their relationship, and though JJ still hasn’t accepted Rafe, he’s okay. He’s quiet, sometimes seething at the boy, but he knows how much (Y/N) loves him.

“Hey,” Rafe smiles, placing a kiss directly on her cheeks. Her hot body from the scorching sun slowly tempers down, and she melts into his touch.

Pulling him close, she nestles into his chest. “Sarah’s having a party tonight.”

“Yeah? You’re coming?”

“We’re coming, Rafe,” she sighs. The sprinkling water from the fast motion of the boat hits her on her face, and she wipes them away before looking up to this handsome face.

She rubs her thumb against his cheeks, feeling him soften. “If I ask you something, can you not be mad?”

“Is this about letting everyone know about us?” He asks, his hands resting above her hips. He removes them and wraps his face, sighing.

(Y/N) bites her lips, already knowing the answer to her question. “Never mind.”

“We talked about this, (Y/N).”

“I know, so I’m not going to fight with you on this again,” she sits up straight, inching away from him. “I mean, after almost a year of dating, I think you’d—”

“You’re forcing this.”

“I’m not!” She stands up, groaning. “God, you’re starting a fight again!”

The silence between them grows again, both sulking and shouting in their heads. After a while, (Y/N) moves to the front deck of the boat and Rafe curses silently, knowing that the plan he had about strolling by the stream with the girl he loves is a failure.

But it’s not his fault, is it? He just can’t show her off. It’s bad enough that her brother’s aware of their relationship, and Rafe had to make sure that son of a bitch never opens his mouth to anyone.

“Hey, yo, JJ, got a minute?”

The blonde waiter grunted, eyeing Rafe with so much hatred before placing a cold mineral bottle on the table.

“Rafe, don’t cause any scene,” Topper warned, staring at the both of them. He could sense something was wrong, but he didn’t put this mind into it. He thought of it as nothing more than Rafe’s daily fights with the pogues.

JJ didn’t reply, not wanting to see his smug face what more to talk to him, but as he tried to return back to the kitchen, Rafe gripped his wrist tightly.

“Just a minute,” he smiled.

JJ quirked his head to the back of the kitchen where the workers usually smoke. Rafe nodded, letting go of his wrist, and whispered something to Topper.

“What do you want?” JJ asked once they were in the back alley, watching as Rafe lighted a cigarette and bringing the stick to his lips.

“How’s (Y/N)?”

“Isn’t that your problem?” The blonde boy scoffed, “Hey, man, look. I appreciate this family bonding activity you’re trying to have, but you’re no family. I care about (Y/N), and I’m in no way letting her be with you.”

What angered JJ more wasn’t the fact that he didn’t reply, but it was the superior look he plastered on his face. He felt the urge to slap and hurt him more than anything else.

“If there’s one thing we can agree on—” he said, blowing a puff of smoke. JJ inched backward, not wanting the smell of tobacco to linger on his uniform or he’ll be in trouble. “—is that we both care for her. I understand if you don’t want anyone else to know about me and (Y/N), and I hope it will stay that way.”

“You don’t want me to tell anyone else?”

“Yeah,” Rafe smiled. “It’s bad enough I have to pull you away in the middle of my lunch. Can’t afford to do that with more people.”

“Is it because you’re embarrassed to be seen with her?”

“Can you do that for me?” Rafe asked, ignoring his last question.

“Fuck you, Cameron.”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Rafe laughed, patting his shoulder and watching as he flinched away. “I think I’ll see you around more than we both want to, Maybank.”

“Hey,” (Y/N) whispers, placing a hand against his shoulder. “What’s wrong? You’re in a daze.”

“You’re not mad at me anymore?” He asks, tilting his head up. That was quick, but he likes it. She can never be mad at him for more than 30 minutes.

She crosses her arms, “You want me to be mad at you?”

He shrugs and pulls her to his lap. “You’re hotter when you’re mad.”

. . .

If there’s one thing Rafe’s sure of, he hates parties when he will be the one to clean up the mess the next morning.

Ward and Rose are out for the weekend for their anniversary, and Wheezie is somewhere for a summer camp she has been begging Ward to go to.

Like always, Sarah Cameron takes this opportunity as a way to host the biggest party of the year, inviting all of her pogue friends and letting Rafe do the honor of inviting the kooks.

(Y/N) walks in with her best friend, having to pretend to not be so familiar with the whole house as if she’s not dating the son of Ward Cameron.

“Yo, this house is huge.”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) agrees, walking towards the drinks area and grabbing boozes for her and her friend. “Hey, I’m going to see someone, can you wait for me down here?”

Before she can walk away, Sarah Cameron appears excitedly and pulls her into a tight hug. “(Y/N)! What a surprise! JJ’s outside, if you’re looking for him.”

“Trust me, I’m not looking for him,” she laughs, “Have you seen Rafe? I, um, I called him up before for some stuff.”

“Oh, yeah, he’s on the porch,” she replies, and before (Y/N) can make a move, she holds her tightly. “Be careful. He’s got the heaviest stuff with him.”

As if she doesn’t know that.

She smiles, muttering her thanks before heading towards the porch. It’s hard to pretend to not know who Rafe is after spending her whole year with him.

Sure enough, Rafe is sitting by Topper’s side with his other friends surrounding them, his hair messily parted and his nose red. She sighs, knowing exactly what state he’s in.

“Yo, Maybank,” Topper laughs, pulling the empty seat beside him. “Come sit.”

Rafe looks up to the sound of her name, and before she can register the look on his face, he bows down again.

“Hey,” she greets, sitting beside Topper. “You’re okay?”

“This party’s the shit,” he answers, obviously in a drunken state, and pats Rafe’s back. “Yo, yo, you got the same ring as my boy right here.”

Topper grabs the gold ring hanging from (Y/N)’s necklace, bringing it closer under the light and taking Rafe’s hand. “Wow, are you guys soulmates?”

The boys around them laugh, and (Y/N) pulls her necklace away before anyone can guess anything. She watches as Rafe grunts, still so busy trying to separate the powder in lines.

“Wanna try a line?”

“She can’t, Topper.”

All eyes are on Rafe now, who’s rubbing his nose and licking his lips. Rafe never stops anyone from doing a line and even asked Wheezie if she wanted to try one before, so the words that came out of his mouth appear as a shock to all of them.

“Why?” (Y/N) asks, tilting her head to one side. If he doesn’t want to show her off to his friends, he might as well stop trying to control her life. She looks back to Topper, “I’ll try a line, Tops.”

Topper smiles, giving her a rolled-up 100 dollars bill and pushing his chair back to allow her in. (Y/N) takes the chance to brush her back against Rafe’s front, hearing his ragged breath all the sudden.

She bends down, giving Rafe the perfect view of her back, and snorts a line. She falls onto Rafe’s lap as he pulls her close, breathing into her sweet smell as she throws her head back from the sudden tingling in her stomach.

“Stand up,” he orders in her ears, “Stand up, (Y/N).”

Before Rafe can push her off, she stands up quickly and makes her way back to her previous seat. She only tried coke once, way before she met Rafe, and she had thought of it as nothing more but the last time she tried the substance. She prefers drinking to get her mind off since then.

“You’re joining the game later?” Topper asks, glancing down at her short skirt. (Y/N) mindlessly pulls her dress down, and throws her head back once again.

“What game?”

“Truth or dare,” he smiles.

“I don’t play children’s games,” she fakes yawn, “Are you playing?”

“I don’t think so,” he replies, licking his lips. “Like you said, I don’t play children’s games.”

Whatever Topper’s doing to get (Y/N)’s attention; it’s just not working. She’s way too head over heels for the boy beside him, who’s still red and flustered from the brief teasing she had for him a few moments ago.

“(Y/N), wanna grab a drink?”

Both (Y/N) and Topper look up to Rafe. He’s trying his hardest not to look at her again and busies himself with the powder. “You don’t look quite comfortable with Topper.”

“Oh, I’m fine,” she replies, watching as his head snaps back to her. She licks her lips, “We’re alright, aren’t we, Tops?”

Topper nods, more than ready to have a fling with the pretty girl beside him, pogue or not pogue.

“Okay,” Rafe replies, “Whatever you say.”

Whatever (Y/N)’s doing to grab his attention; she’s doing a great job at it. Rafe’s jaw tenses at the sound of her laughter, and he has to look the other way when Topper’s hands sneak their way to around her shoulders.

He’s almost glad when Sarah comes to tell them something about the game starting. He sneaks to beside (Y/N), giving her a soft touch on her back, and off he goes to sit on the opposite side of her.

His mind’s still woozy, and he’s struggling to even open his eyes. The booming music still thrums against his eardrums, and the drinks he had earlier keeps every muscle of his active and ready to do anything crazy.

“You’re playing?” Someone asks him from the right.

What else can happen from a silly game of truth or dare?

“Yeah.”

Rafe hopes (Y/N) isn’t playing, because he knows the stupid things his friends would ask her. Always being the topic of his friends’ conversations, he’s clear with their intentions towards (Y/N).

And he’s not making any of it a reality.

“Topper, truth or dare.”

“Truth,” he answers, and Rafe’s eyes snap back to (Y/N). Surprisingly, her eyes are already on him, her stare so pierced that Rafe has to shift his position to ignore the aching in the pits of his stomach.

Rafe doesn’t care enough to listen to whatever his best friend’s saying, and his eyes stay on (Y/N). The girl smiles at him, and his eyes trail down to her chest.

Of course she would wear something like a top that doesn’t cover half of her chest.

He looks away, biting his lips.

“(Y/N)! Truth or dare?”

(Y/N) groans at Topper, crossing her arms and yelling ‘I’m not playing’. Her friends moan at her, pressuring her to keep the game going, and after a few pleas and more groans, she sighs.

She’s so easy to manipulate.

Rafe stares at her again, licking his lips.

“Dare.”

The crowd cheer, but the volume is down to mute to Rafe, who’s too busy having her glued to his brain. She looks wonderful under the dim lights, and Rafe wants nothing more than to have her screaming under him.

“I dare you to make out with the hottest person in the room.”

“Change the game,” Rafe says to no one in particular, sitting up straighter. “Change the game.”

“Yo, what?” Kelce asks, “What’s wrong with you?”

Rafe ignores his friend, and stares at the girl.

(Y/N) stands up from her seat and walks towards Topper, and Rafe can feel his heart stopping. His fear is coming to reality, and she’s so close to Topper they’re practically kissing.

He lays his head against the cushion, his heart aching.

“Yo, Rafe, it’s your turn!”

Rafe sits up straighter, rubbing his eyes and looking around the group as everyone else stares at him. He groans, feeling so tired and not having a clue where he have gone to a few minutes ago.

It might the aftermath of the coke, but it doesn’t feel as good as always.

How long did he pass out?

“Truth or dare, Rafe.”

“I’m not playing,” he mumbles, rubbing his temple.

“If you’re backing out now, you’ll have to pay a hundred bucks.”

What the fuck?

“Since when?” He asks, looking up to the random girl he has seen around the country club a few times. “That’s not the rules.”

“It is now.”

“Fine. Dare.”

Anything to put an end to this game.

“I dare you to do a line on Jessie’s back.”

The room grows silent, and Rafe can feel all stares at him. He blinks, trying to register what he just heard, and laughs. “Just a line?”

(Y/N) bites her lips. He wouldn’t do it, would he?

Somehow, JJ finds his way behind the couch (Y/N) is sitting on. He places a hand comfortably on her shoulder and watches her jerk. “You’re okay?”

She doesn’t reply, but JJ knows the answer all too well.

Rafe’s friends clear the table off from drinks and Jessie lays her bare back against the glass table. Rafe doesn’t look up to her to ask for permission or to give her any reassurances, and it feels as if he wants to do it too.

JJ’s grip around her shoulder tightens, “You should go.”

She shakes her head, staring at the scene before her.

The intoxicating powder is poured by an excited Topper directly on Jessie’s stomach, and (Y/N) feels sick to her core. She feels like screaming, because why wouldn’t he say no?

It’s not like a hundred bucks would be too much for him to stop playing.

Rafe dips his head to the same level as Jessie’s head, and (Y/N) stares at the girl bites her lips the same way (Y/N) does when Rafe’s close to her.

Except he’s close to someone else.

The crowd erupts into a loud roar again as Rafe finally stands up from the lines, his head becoming more bumping and his respiratory rate increasing.

The kook prince doing a line on some hot girl in Figure 8.

What a headline.

His eyes look up to the people around him, but (Y/N) is nowhere in sight.

“Where is she?” He asks Topper. His hands found themselves wrapped around Topper’s shoulders for balance.

“Where is who?”

“My girlfriend,” he answers, not thinking much. “I have to go.”

“What girlfriend, Rafe?” Topper laughs. “Man, you’re in too deep. The game’s not finished.”

“I’ll pay the hundred,” he replies and makes his way out of the party. His sight is becoming so blurry that he falls by the side of the pool a few times before he sees the sight of her climbing JJ’s bike.

“Hey, hey, where are you going?” He asks, standing in front of the bike and not letting JJ turn to the exit. “The party’s not finished!”

“Fuck off, Cameron,” JJ replies, blocking Rafe’s view of his girlfriend. (Y/N) stares down to her lap, not wanting to look him in the eyes, and Rafe’s breath hitches at the silence.

“What did I do?”

Before Rafe can hear any explanation, JJ pushes him down to the side road and he groans from the sudden impact. He looks up to the blonde and lunges for him, only for them to end up by the side of the road.

“Oh my god, stop!” (Y/N) yells, trying to pry her brother away from Rafe. “JJ, he’s not thinking straight. Let’s just go!”

“Don’t get near (Y/N) ever again!” JJ yells, his eyes flaring up in anger and his knuckles turning purple. “She deserves someone better than a cheating fuck like you!”

Out of all the responses Rafe can give to JJ, he lets out the coldest laugh, and the sound of his voice carries throughout the dark neighborhood.

“I’m cheating? She was cheating on me too!”

“What are you saying?” (Y/N) scoffs, “I wasn’t cheating, Rafe, I’m not you.”

“Yeah? The kiss with Topper?”

“That wasn’t a kiss! I gave him a peck on his cheeks!”

“That doesn’t excuse the fact you didn’t kiss me.”

“Is that why you’re acting like a dick? Because I didn’t kiss you when Tops asked me to kiss the hottest guy in the room?” She laughs. This whole thing seems funny all of a sudden after hearing Rafe’s side of the story. “I thought you want us to stay lowkey.”

“Whatever, can you get your fucking bodyguard off me?” Rafe replies, “And don’t call him Tops. It’s like you’re begging to get fucked by him.”

JJ makes a move again, but (Y/N) quickly pulls him away. She wipes her eyes with the back of her hands, and Rafe wishes he hadn’t said the words out loud.

JJ finally lets go of him and walks to his bike, feeling so tired but pumped at the same time from the brief fight with Rafe. He wanted more than anything for them to break up, but what just happened isn’t exactly what he had in mind.

“So you’re going?”

“There’s no reason for me to stay, Rafe,” she replies. “You don’t even want to admit that we’re dating. Are you embarrassed of me?”

When he doesn’t reply, (Y/N) pushes his chest that he staggers backward, still so woozy and lightheaded he feels like fainting.

“Are. You. Embarrassed. Of. Me?”

Rafe stays silent, looking down to the ground and wishing the world would just swallow him up.

“Go to hell, Rafe,” she replies, and Rafe inches backward when her gold ring he had bought for her to match his own ring rolls down to his feet. He quickly looks up to her.

She’s not breaking up with him, is she?

If he felt like he has gone through hell before, this feeling is a lot worse.

Part #2

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yourfavisball · 2 years

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new flag! the circle flag

#(youre looking from the other side. its flat)#WAITER!!! WHO PUT TEXT IN MY BALLS!?!#(ONE DIMENSIONAL its one dimensional)#long post #(mobile only)

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velvett-tearss · 3 years

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Checkmate — Eren Jaeger

summary: A vicious cycle where you and Eren fight over who gets to light the match while dousing each other in gasoline.

warnings: toxic relationship, manipulation, domestic altercation, slut-shaming, gaslighting, cheating, heavy cursing, suggestive themes, mentions of alcohol and marijuana use, fem!reader (she/her)

genre: modern au, angst (?)

word count: 3.4k

a/n: my venus scorpio hates to love Eren lmao pls don’t think this is a healthy relationship, (lmk if i forgot any other warnings pls), this was on repeat while i wrote, hope you enjoy it <3 (again, pls lmk if I missed anything!) and stay safe!

You knew it was wrong. Everything about you and him was wrong. Nothing could justify it anymore, you knew that much. You didn't think you could lose yourself in the game, but you had.

And, all of it was Eren's fault.

He didn't worry about feelings, responsibilities, or duty. He didn't care if he came back later than he said he would you, if he left you waiting in that pretty dress you had picked out just for him.

And, you loathed that about him. You loathed that Eren Jaeger was free. Totally and utterly free of everything and anything. Nothing would hold him back. He wouldn't allow it to come to pass.

He had his freedom, but you had something else.

You questioned things when you weren't satisfied with the answer you had been given. You did things just to see what would happen after. You pushed people just to see how long it would take from them to fall over the edge.

You had often been told you were simply too much to deal with. That you pushed people's buttons until they no longer wanted to be around you. That you stole parts of their sanity until they had no choice other than to run away.

But, you never saw it like that. You didn't mean to be a parasite who ate away at people's peace and patience. You simply liked testing your boundaries.

So, you preferred the word curious.

Maybe Eren had been walking around the earth without shackles his entire life, but you knew everyone was a prisoner to something, even someone like him.

Naturally, you wanted to see what it would take for Eren to break. He was so shameless, so completely free of any care in the world. Eren obeyed his own rules and his alone. He was such an inconsistent asshole half the time, but you couldn't help yourself.

You wouldn't forgive yourself if you had looked away from that charming smile and those pretty teal eyes.

Despite the facade of him being a simple-minded person, you found out what was truly hiding underneath the mask.

Eren was intemperate with a sharp tongue and a loud mouth. He did things his way, and there would be no other option. There was such a mix of emotions boiling inside him, it was like it was asking to be disrupted.

How could you not indulge yourself?

You knew it would be gratifying to see how he would react when backed into a corner. Would he cry like the others? Would he fall to his knees and beg for your forgiveness? Or, would he shut down?

How long would it take for him to leave you?

Eren was already known to be hot-headed, and you wondered what it was like to burn. You figured it wouldn't take long to find out how far you could push him. He was the crybaby type, so you didn't think he would be hard to crack.

But, he wasn't like the others.

See, Eren Jaeger wasn't a person who would easily crack. He wasn't the guy who gave up under pressure. In fact, he was the complete opposite. He was a fighter, and he would stop at nothing till victory was his.

It was only too bad for him that you were the same. Your thirst would only be quenched when you saw him break. You needed it more than you had ever needed anything.

You pushed, and he pushed harder. You shouted, and he shouted louder. You bitched and moaned and complained and did awful things to him, and Eren did them right back.

It was an endless cycle between the two of you.

You would do something to tick him off. Maybe it was telling him how Jean looked so sexy in black or how Armin's intelligence was out of this world you didn't know how he wasn't dating anyone.

Perhaps you were a parasite who ate away at your own liberty to do what you wished. You stretched yourself to push him into a corner, and it always worked.

Whatever it was, Eren would explode on you. You knew it pushed his buttons, it fucked with his mind, and that's why you did it. Because maybe it would be the day he finally gave in to the pain you inflicted on him and leave you for good.

Sometimes it would be him doing something that rubbed you the wrong way. Perhaps you wore something too short, so he called you a whore before fucking you like one. Or, he didn't answer your texts all night because he was with God-knows-who.

You shouted at him, called him all sorts of different names, and even trashed his apartment if you felt like it. Eren would fight with you, blame you for pushing him far enough as to dip a toe in the unforgiving pool of infidelity, and the two of you wouldn't speak for a week or so.

"I can't even walk around my own damn apartment without you being so annoying!" Eren shouted with so much force you held back a flinch. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, green eyes wondering about the room.

You didn't know if he was shit-faced, high, or a mix of both. You didn't care anymore. It seemed like you had been arguing for hours, but who really knew? All perception of time was lost on you when you were around Eren.

All this started because he asked you to stay the night at his apartment. He usually preferred to go out and have some fun around town, but this was his way of making it up to you for leaving you stranded at the restaurant on your last date.

Well, it was a way for the both of you to make up with each other. Before Eren decided to steal your phone and drive away without you, the waiter serving you had left his number for you. It was only the consequence of your actions earlier that night.

You spent most of the evening flirting with him every chance you got. Batting your eyelashes at him, leaning against the table the slightest so he could get a peak of the dainty little necklace that sat pretty on your cleavage.

He wasn't even that attractive, really — you and Eren both knew that — but he still let his emotions get the best of him. If there was one thing you could trust to be consistent it was his red-hot anger.

"Don't leave when I'm talking to you!" Eren ordered, green eyes blazing hard at the back of your head. He watched you walked around the house, following you to continue your argument. "What? You're gonna go and cry like a little bitch now?"

"Why can't you leave me alone, Eren?!" you screamed, grabbing your sweater and shoving it into your bag. You turned around only to find him inches from your face. "I'm not staying here if you're gonna be a dick!"

He let out a dry chuckle as you continued gathering your things. "What a perfect fucking excuse to go fuck that jerk in your class, right?" Eren hissed, reaching to grab your arm. "Gosh, can't you ever just keep your legs closed for a night?!"

"Keep my legs closed?!" you shot back, shoving him away from you. "You're the one who's been out doing who-knows-what, Eren! You're the one who comes home with lipstick stains from whichever whore you fucked!"

"You shouldn't talk about your friends like that."

You snapped your neck to him.

His face was stony with his jaw clenched, and his hands balled up in fists. None of those things frightened you, though; it was those eyes of him. Those pretty green eyes that had once stared at you so sweetly, so lovingly long ago.

Now, all you could see were glaciers in his irises.

You swallowed down the thick lump in your throat. "You are such a fucking dick." you declared, averting your gaze from his cold one. You advanced to the door, but he caught your arm in his grip again.

"Let go of me." you ordered, attempting to pry his hand off your arm, but he wouldn't budge. "Fuck, Eren. Are you fucking stupid and deaf? I said—"

Your voice got caught in your throat when he shoved you against the wall of his bedroom. He had you caged in, one hand pinning you to the wall and the other right beside you.

It seemed like Eren learned from the last time he tried to keep you from escaping. His last efforts of getting you to stay put were always futile, and you somehow still managed to break away every time.

He always tried to grab you a second time, but you left his cheek with a bright red outline of your palm, smacking him good and hard before leaving his apartment in a fray.

None of your past escapes mattered right now, so you continued squirming around in effort to release yourself from his iron clutch. "Wow, I guess you're not as stupid as you look." you scoffed, your other hand clawing at his.

"Don't be such a bitch." Eren ordered, but you continued your attempts to leave that were only feeble against his strength.

"Why don't you go with your other girlfriends, hmm?" You scoffed, reaching for his wrist and struggling to release your arm. "Tch, Eren, you're fucking hurting me. Stop—"

He brought you towards him, pulling you into his arms. You let out a grunt of disapproval as you tried to shimmy out of his crushing hug. "Oh, my gosh, let me go! I don't want you!" you protested, pushing your hand against his hard chest to create space between you, but he thrusted you back into his chest.

"Don't be such a bitch." Eren murmured into your ear. He had one hand wrapped around your upper back, keeping you close to him, while the other held your wrist tightly to stop you from pushing him away.

His shirt still smelled like the cologne you gifted him for his last birthday. Eren was extra kind to you that day, holding your hand and giving you kisses on the cheek.

The fresh scent was familiar on your nose. You breathed it in, allowing yourself to give in to his touch. "I'm not a bitch." you told him, closing your eyes. You hoped it would help you travel back in time to that beautiful spring day.

He only grunted in response, leaning his head against the top of yours. You felt the slight brush of air down your neck when he let out a sigh. The hand that held your wrist released it, finding purchase on your waist.

A few moments of silence passed between the two of you. Eren's fingers found solace in the ends of your hair. You hadn't realized how much his words affected you until you felt your hair twirl around his fingers.

Did he really think you were a bitch? Is that why as much as you loved his cologne, you could still smell the unfamiliar scent of someone else on him?

If he cared about you, why would he leave you alone in his messy apartment all night? Why would he even bother inviting you? Why did he make an effort to speak to you so lovely that your heart fluttered?

"I just wanted to have a nice time with my girl, and you're making that so difficult. Why?" Eren questioned softly, a strand of your hair between his fingers. "Why do you go out of your way to do shit that irritates me?"

Tears prickled your eyes. "I could ask you the same thing." you replied, holding back the urge to sniffle. How could you not cry when he hurt you? You loved him with so much of yourself, and everything he did seemed like it was just to cause you harm.

"You're so mean to me, Eren. You never treat me like you should."

"I know." he said, the movement of his mouth against your head. "I don't mean to treat you like that, baby. I'm sorry. I really am." You didn't believe him, though. You didn't even want to look into his eyes because you feared you would be right.

You let out a sigh, wiping the tear that escaped the corner of your eye on his shirt. "You're bad for me, Eren." you stated, turning your head to rest against his shoulder. "You're a bad guy and a bad boyfriend. You cheat on me and call my names, and you make me cry."

Eren hummed, rubbing your back in circles. "I'll be better. I'll try harder this time." he offered, his tone almost sounding pleading on your ears. "I promise I'll do better for you."

You didn't believe it. Eren couldn't do better. He was sick with an incurable disease. He no longer felt safe in his own body. He couldn't trust his thoughts to lead him to the correct answer. It all started when he met you, and your infection spread throughout his entire system.

You had infiltrated his way of thinking and acting, his way of feeling and speaking. Eren Jaeger would never be the same person he was before he met you.

He couldn't hide his disdain when he was around his friends, not with all the remarks you made of them. Did you really think Jean was better looking than him? Was it his hair?

Maybe he should start spending more time in the library. Would that make him him look smarter in your eyes? Would you come to him for help with your homework or would you still go to Armin?

And, it was in your silence that his questions of doubt were answered. "You don't believe me." Eren stated as if he were reading the very thoughts from your mind.

A bolt of lightning shot through your spine at his tone. This was the side of your boyfriend you hadn't quite figured out yet. He could loving and playful and crack jokes all day, and mean and standoffish where he wouldn’t even look at you, but he could also be fucking sadist.

His fist curled into the roots of your hair, yanking your head back to meet his gaze. There was a sharp ache pounding on the back of your head, but you forgot all about it when you saw the slight curl of his lip.

"No one else would put up with you. You know that, don't you?" Eren asked you, green eyes appearing darker than they ever had. "You know no one would ever give you the time of day like I do."

"I know." you managed to tell him, leaning into where he gripped your hair to ease the pain you felt.

"Do you?" he questioned, raising a brow.

You tried your best to keep the hammering of your heart against your chest from showing on your face. Eren may have been a sadist, but he wasn't the only one.

"Yes, Eren." you stated, deciding to take a risk and place a gentle hand on his shoulder. You felt him tense under your touch. "You misunderstand me. I only what what's best for you and me. That's all I ever wanted."

He furrowed a brow at your words.

Sure, you would admit that Eren had power over you. He was stronger than you, taller than you, quicker than you. He was the one who had your back against a wall, and it was your hair in his fist.

But, you had something he didn't. You honed the skill he wouldn't be able to polish for years to come. He may have been overly aggressive and carried the ability to make an environment where he would always be the person with the most power, but you had experience.

And, that was something he couldn’t create.

"I've done so much for you, Eren. Why would I go through all this struggle if I didn't want to be with you?" you explained, forcing a pout on your lips. "Is that how you feel about me?"

His grip on your head began to loosen. "No," Eren forced out, eyebrows so scrunched forward they lost their sharpness. "That's not what I want. I was—"

"If you know that, then why would you stand me up?" you demanded, gazing you at him. "If you know all I want is for you to be happy, why would you start a fight with me? You know I would never hurt you like that, baby."

"I didn't mean to start a fight." Eren admitted, swallowing. "I just don't want you to leave me. I don't want to be alone. I don't know what—"

"I know. You don't have to explain it to me, baby. I know exactly what you're thinking." you told him, reaching for his hand to hold in yours. "It's okay, Eren. I know you wouldn't ever want to hurt me, right?"

He nodded, teal eyes watching as you brought his hand to your pillowy lips. You placed a feathery kiss against his knuckles. It had been so soft, so sweet that he wanted to cry.

He had just had car sex with one of the girls who lived in your dormitory's building, and you were kind enough to give him another chance. He did something that hurt you, and you still only wanted what was best for him.

"I love you." Eren sputtered out. His eyes were wide at you, and his voice sounded like he was begging you for something you refused to give him.

You let out a sweet sigh, eyes snapping to his. "You love me?" you repeated, taking a moment to savor the way the words felt on your tongue. Your brows furrowed at the words. "Do you really?"

He nodded quickly, maneuvering his hand to hold yours. He peppered kisses along your fingers, your knuckles. "I do. I really fucking do. I love you." Eren assured, kissing the inside of your hand before grabbing the side of your face.

You raised a brow as he planted soft, needy kisses along your cheeks. "How much do you love me, Eren?" you inquired, bringing your hand to massage his scalp.

Eren swallowed, looking up at you. He was quiet. You blinked back at him, waiting for his answer. You had been so surprised to find he had nothing to offer you in that moment.

You quirked a brow at his silence. "How much, Eren? How much do you love me?" you repeated, voice advancing from a curious tone to a demanding one.

He shook his head, bringing your lips to meet his gently. He tasted like . . . was it honey? Or was it just how sweet the lies he told sounded on your ears?

You weren't able to tell what his mouth tasted like, but you knew you had earned another spit sister? Had he kissed her the way he kissed you? Did he feed her the same lies he did you? Could she taste him? Was she able to put a finger on what the candied flavor on his lips was?

Eren pulled back from you slightly. You couldn’t tell if it was his turquoise eyes that were glassy or if it was yours. "Too much." he told you, lips brushing against yours. "I love you too much." He collided his face with yours, tongue slipping into your open mouth.

His kisses travelled lower — along your jaw, down your nec. He sucked hard when he found your pulse-point, only stopping once a soft moan escaped your swollen lips.

There really wasn't a way you would ever leave him, even if you tried to. Despite all the fights, all the times you professed your hate for him, all the times you tried tried to break it off, Eren stayed with you.

But, it was the same for him. Even if you hurt him, flirt with his friends right in front of him, cuss him out and manipulate him the way you had already done a profuse amount of times in the past, Eren would always love you. How could he not?

Maybe it was because both of you were equally fucked in the head, or because you both loved the concept of pain whether you be playing the role of the inflicted or inflicter, but in some twisted way, you never wanted to leave him.

Somewhere in the messed up relationship that you two had, you realized you loved him. God, you fucking loved him, even if he treated you like a pet.

And, he was your favorite toy. Yours to use and to lie and to fuck. Whether Eren Jaeger was so free he couldn't help but trample over you, or you were too much, too curious that you pushed him to the very brink and a little more, one thing wouldn't change.

You knew it was wrong. Everything about you and him was wrong. Nothing could justify it, you figured that much. You didn't think you could lose yourself in the game, but you did.

And, all of it was Eren's fault.

note: welp they were toxic huh

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baeklination · 3 years

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Evening Standard

Date: 210905

Warnings: SMUT 🔞, au! one nighter Baek, fucking, sucking, eating out, face sitting, fingering (three kinds), collar, gen.expl.lang.

Pairing: Baekhyun x F. Reader

WC: 5k

NOTE: Compared to my other wham-bam intros I'd almost consider this a slow burn...

Masterlist

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"So you're hardcore, never thought about… having the upper hand, so to speak?", he asks, curiously waiting on your answer.

You'd come out with at least half a mindset to play - to play the femme fatale even - although you'd never admit it to yourself, especially not using that term, but your carefully laid plans had come crashing down when you bumped into the man that was Baekhyun. Not in a bad way, on the contrary; him not putting up a front, shooting you a disarming smile when he saw you at the other end of the bar counter made you lose yours and astonishingly comfortably join him for a drink - which now had turned into three.

"Hardcore is a bit… I don't know. I'm just more comfortable being...uncomfortable?"

Force of habit moves the back of your hand to your mouth when you laugh, but realising it you put your elbow on the back of the couch and rest your head against your fist. Baekhyun's eyes widen for a millisecond.

"Ah-ha, so you're into…", he muses jovially, taking the last sip of his drink.

"I don't mean physically uncomfortable, not necessarily", you explain. "I'm just more of a…"

"Yes-girl..?"

"Ye-", you start, but close your mouth and chuckle through your nose. "You know what I mean."

"So if it was my last day on earth and my greatest wish was for you to domina- what's with the face..!"

"Nothing, nothing. Go on, your greatest wish…"

"Yeah, if it was my number one wish you'd say no, not gonna happen?"

"Argh… I guess it depends on what you wanted me to do."

"Oh, so there is something?", he asks, a hint of teasing peeking through.

"Well, maybe if…"

Baekhyun leans in closer, his pendant catching the light, and caresses your wrist ever so softly.

"Come on, tell me", he pleads, excited like a schoolboy. "I'm so curious about you."

"Maybe if you asked for...", you say at length and tap your fingers just below your neck.

At first he squints, but when he gets it he straightens up with his mouth open.

"Aah..."

Biting his lip, he shakes his head and lets it rest in his palm.

"Hope that day comes soon…"

"Baekhyun!", you gasp. "Don't say that, that's morbid..!"

"Says the woman who wants me on a leash", he guffaws.

"I didn't-!" Flustered, you hide your face in your arm, then run your hand through your hair. "But would you let me?"

He tips his head, pauses, and pushes a piece of hair behind your ear, his slender fingers fitting perfectly behind it.

"I'd like you to."

The whole night had carried on with such ease; from the smile to hi, the hi to the immersion of conversation - and now to this. Pure attraction - sexual and intellectual, without the cliche lines and coquettish behaviour - had made it obvious this was where you were headed, but still… Right now, Baekhyun is as sensual as anything you've ever seen. You start to say something, but get interrupted by a waiter asking if you want to order anything else.

"Actually, I think we're ready to settle the tab...right?", Baekhyun says suavely and looks at you.

•

"It's a little weird." you type on your phone and hand it to Baekhyun, sitting by the opposite window in the cab. He reads it, looks at you and mouths "what?" before typing an answer: "am I your first one nighter?". You snicker into your hand at his text and wave your hand no. "I mean cus we haven't even kissed yet". The light from your phone shines on his amusement. He hands you the phone back with a sly smile. "Do you want me to kiss you now?"

"No."

Working the night shift probably means your cabbie has seen his unfair share of drunken make-out sessions, but you're not gonna be one of them.

•

A little stumble while taking off your shoes is what sets the ball rolling.

"Oh, careful", Baekhyun says, placing a hand on your waist before kneeling down. "Let me help you."

Not only does he nimbly undo the clasps of your shoes, but he puts them neatly to the side like a true gentleman and stands up. Just shy of your backside is where his hands land; not squeezing, trying to feel you up, only resting. Half of his face is shadowed but still visible, the squint in his eyes and slight pout of his mouth as he looks at you.

The first kiss is Baekhyun's plush letter of intent, sweetly pressing his mouth onto yours and letting it linger that extra bit before enveloping it again, this time stroking his tongue against yours. Moving his hands upwards he puts one on your neck, his thumb pressing behind your ear, the other on the door. You yank his shirt up with a woosh, making him chuckle alluringly, and hums when he feels your hands on his bare skin.

"Come with me", he says, taking your hand, guiding you to the bedroom.

You've barely entered it before he's on you again, nudging your back against the wall.

Sliding his hands under your dress he feels to find the edge of your underwear, but suddenly breaks your kiss, smiles, and goes back in, running his thumbs over where it should be.

"I'm...gonna have to taste you…", he whispers, licking the rim of your ear and kneels down.

As soon as you lift your leg he parts your folds and sucks wetly on your clit.

"Mmm…", he moans as he makes out with your pussy.

His finger glides into you with ease but without surprise - your readiness makes you suck in through your teeth and moan out his name. He looks up, flicking your clit.

"Say that again."

The tug you give his hair only encourages him to add another finger and swallow you.

"Ah… Shi, Baekhyun…"

He sucks at your clit one last time before standing up, burying his tongue in your mouth, both taste and smell of yourself clear.

After pulling out he rubs his slender fingers, covered in fluids, up and down your clit.

"Oh, don't come just yet, Y/N...", he coos when hearing your reaction. "Let me go change for you, okay?"

"Mm...okay. I'll wait in the living room. "

"It's not anything you're not gonna see anyways", he says with a smile.

"I know… But I like a good reveal. Don't."

"Don't what?", he chuckles.

"You were gonna say something about revealing yourself or-"

"I wasn't..!"

"-or something to that effect. I can see it on your face, Baekhyun."

"I'd never ruin the sexy little moment we've got going here", he says, kissing your neck. "I'd never say you must really like a good reveal, not wearing any underwear..."

"I knew it!"

"Nah, nah, come here", he says when you jerk sideways, his sensual mode back on. "It was really sexy." Slipping his palm between your legs he adds "How you just showed me everything…"

"I noticed...", you say, pushing his fingers in again.

"Maybe you'll show me some more later...", he moans in your mouth, slowly pumping into you. "Show me this."

"Play with myself..?"

"Mm-hm. If you're not too shy."

A part of you is, even though you want to do it - especially when Baekhyun's method of persuasion is so pleasurable, his knuckles lightly bouncing off your entrance.

"But first things first", he says, pinching his neck and pulls away. "There's some wine in the kitchen if you want, I think."

"You?"

"No, I'm good. But help yourself, please."

•

Opting for water instead of opening a new bottle of wine, you take out a glass, but slip when trying to close it.

"Shit", you whisper, waiting for the cringey slam, but there isn't one.

Of course. Of course Baekhyun's red acrylic cabinets are soft close, and why wouldn't they be? What rooms you've seen so far - living, bed and bathroom - have all been up to snuff. Kind of like he is, at least today: clean, polished. Nothing over the top, but doesn't mind a little something extra.

Hearing the soft bumping together of hangers you put the glass on the counter and round the wall, casually leaning against it in the corridor. Or rather: try to look as if you're casually leaning. Truth be told you're not as confident as you were back at the bar - which wasn't very confident to begin with. "Should I tell him to sit? Is that okay? What if I choke him out? No, wait, that's a choker - he said collar. They're two different types, right? Aeh, don't overanalyze, he knows you're a sub. "

"I guess some would call me a switch", he said, turning his hand to and fro.

"Oh, really..?"

Laughing at your big eyes and tilting his head he went on:

"Honestly, I think more men like a bit of...extra sauce, shall we say, than they feel comfortable admitting to, asking for. Women as well, but the other way round."

"Gotta love stereotypes and wholesome traditions", you smirked, raising your glass. "This might sound dumb, but...do you know beforehand what you want, like "today I feel kinda subby", or..?"

"Naah, sometimes… But it's more often more fluid than that. Say you like both riding and doggy - if you got both regularly you wouldn't be disappointed if your man wanted this one or that on a particular day, right?"

"Aah, you go with the flow, sort of?"

"Yeah. You get what I'm saying."

"Except for…who says doggy!?"

•

If there's a warm way to freeze, that's what you do when Baekhyun steps in the doorway. You don't know if you'd imagined he'd look softer shouldering the submissive role, but wearing nothing but black boxers and a black leather collar - chain lead in hand - he definitely doesn't. The momentary jolt of his visual that straightened you up dissipates when he starts walking towards you and you press your back against the wall breathing through the tension.

"I thought you might like to do the honours", he says, holding out his hand.

"I...wow…"

You're utterly gobsmacked.

"Is the lead too much?", he asks, not forgetting this actually is your first rodeo.

"No", you assure him and fasten it to his collar.

"Do you like it?"

He smiles and wraps his arms around your waist, kisses your neck; his stiffened cock press against you with such distinction you could've been wearing nothing as you arch deeper into it.

"You look like I just spent a thousand bucks…"

"Yeah..?", he chuckles appreciatively, teasing you with wet kisses. "So what would you want for that money...?"

"Eh…", you think out loud, rubbing the links together in your hand.

"You don't know what to do now...", he guesses gently.

A bit embarrassed but also not embarrassed at all you shake your head.

"Not really."

"Maybe...sit down?", he asks, nodding sideways.

"Yeah...let's…", you agree, an idea popping up in your head.

It's exhilarating having Baekhyun walk behind you - even more so to see his expression when you, not he, sits down first.

You drag the lead downward, but when he only bends his upper body for the kiss you nudge his knee from behind.

"Come here."

He chuckles on your lips and straddles you. It's different from what you're used to, being the one underneath, having that weight on your lap, but it's titillating. You slide your hand between his legs and fill it with his clothed cock. He sinks down, exhaling slowly.

"Mm… I like this...", he whispers, grinding his hard crotch against your palm.

Releasing the tension on the lead so he can sit up straight you tickle his balls with your nails. A faint jerk and lick of his lips before he starts massaging his length, rolling against your thighs.

His fingers go up to the waistband to bring it out so you give the lead a soft tug.

"No. Not yet."

"Are you teasing me?"

"Just making sure you really, really want it", you smile.

"You know what a hard cock looks like. This…", he says, gripping himself. "...says I really want it."

He's right. And there's no denying you want it too.

"Stand up."

The smell of pre-cum is evident as soon as his cock bounces out, and no wonder, considering how long he's waited.

"Ohh...mm", he moans when you take his balls in your mouth, pleasantly surprised by the unorthodox start.

Collecting a ball of spit in your hand you grab him; there's no give whatsoever. It's the same in your mouth as you steer his length down and press it past your lips - hard and smooth.

"Fuck me a little", you smile at him, swirling your hand around him.

"Fuck you a little?", he echoes and bites his lip.

Careful not to make you gag he slowly fucks you in the mouth, his hands firmly on either side of your head. Looking up, past his glowing body, his Adam's apple sticks up just above the collar when he drops his head.

"Aghhh…", he breathes out loudly. "Mthat's a good mouth...Mmm…"

Taking his cock in his hand he guides the head of it, letting the smooth surface stroke your mouth before slipping out again.

"Mm", he groans, gripping tighter. "I'm really ready…"

As you want, Baekhyun lies down first, tearing the condom package with his teeth, watching with lust dripping from his eyes as you spread his legs even wider. When you drag the chain over his ass he presses upwards and moves to pump himself.

"If you touch yourself I might nip", you warn him, nodding to his balls.

"Uh, don't tempt me…", he groans, squeezing his thigh.

Now hoping he will, you kiss his hole with a little extra juice, sucking long before flicking over it. You let him get away with holding on a touch too long when he puts the condom on, but not when his hand starts moving - all intentional on his part. His stomach stops undulating when you, raising your brows, hover over his balls. Not as hard as his cock, but still firm, like soft rubber, they feel on your teeth as you softly press. Baekhyun sucks in through his teeth, the saliva clicking in his mouth.

"Again…", he moans, licking his lips. "A little harder…"

So you bite a pinch harder, getting a groan in return; stroking your hair, he yelps from every bite.

"Don't make me come before I've even fucked you...", he breathes out. "Ah..!"

Sitting up, opening your legs, you look at him.

"Well, then maybe it's time you did…"

He takes a deep breath in and chuckles when he exhales.

"Yeah...", he says, pushing up your dress. "... about time I get to see you naked."

Throwing it off to the side he takes a second to soak it all in, then cup your breast, kissing it deeply; you push forward, Baekhyun's blood-rushed cock now only inches away, waiting to be had.

As if he needed to make sure, his hand glides in between your legs, slipping across your entrance and clit. Rubbing softly with his thumb, he buries his tongue in your mouth, humming with hunger before getting behind you. The chain dangles on your ass, so you wrap it around your hand before gripping the headboard.

Finally his thighs caress the back of yours; the head of his cock glides around, looking for your entrance; squeezes into the tight space. You both moan with every slow thrust to stretch you out, almost sighs of relief from finally being penetrated - or penetrating.

Nothing but heavy breathing and the occasional wet clap is heard in the room as Baekhyun leans over your back, strokes your breast, waist and thigh. Grabbing the headboard - hand slightly overlapping yours - he gently holds the other around your throat, fucking ever so slowly, kissing the skin on your back, then move his fingers to your clit. Circling, in sync with his thrusts, he's not trying to make you come, merely wants to give you every pleasure he can.

"Mm...how did your pussy get so sweet…", he mumbles against your back and straightens up, tightening the lead.

With airy breaths from his throat he intensifies his thrusts, holding onto your hips. It almost does feel like you spent money on him, the way he's paying attention, not rushing. Slowly, but very surely he slides in and out, your drenched pussy gladly receiving his head on your sweet spot.

"Faster..."

"You wanna come?", he asks wetly, pulling your hand from its leverage. "Then let me fuck you properly…"

Getting you on your back - his arms now gripping the headboard - he pushes his cock in, and starts rolling his hips, soon pounding you into the mattress. Bracing overhead with one arm, the other goes to your clit, flicking ferociously.

"Oh, fff…", you stutter, at the same time feeling Baekhyun's hand on your neck, lips sucking on yours.

"That's right, come for me, baby…", he whispers in your mouth, thrusting deeper. "Shit…"

A solar flare rips through your core, your feet digging into the bed, Baekhyun pressing down hard on your body - he's coming - groaning in your ear, using up every bit of energy left ramming into you.

Swallowing hard, your mouth dry as earth, you turn to him - or rather his hair since his head is buried in a pillow.

"You came?", you pant, in disbelief at the timing.

The hair nods and lets out a muffled, exhausted, chuckle before rolling over with a loud cry.

"Ah, shit", he groans, putting his arm over his face, grimacing. "I almost came before you...when your pussy started pulsating around me…"

You roll to your stomach, laughing.

"I've had worse…"

Running his hand along your arm he pants:

"You're really sexy, you know that?"

•

"Can I turn it off?", he asks about the lighting.

Post-sex, Baekhyun has gone back to a sweeter, more charming disposition, the casual way he was at the bar, making sure you were hydrated and fed before going to bed.

"Mm-hm", you nod and cosy down.

He sighs loudly as he lies down, putting his arm on your stomach.

"You know, I'm really glad you didn't pull the "my friend stood me up"-card back at the bar."

"People don't say that, do they?"

"What, you've nev- yeah, okay, if a girl looks like you we don't give a shit what our imaginary friends are doing..."

"Ah, so you have used that line..!", you triumphantly catch him.

"Once or twice maybe. Saying I went it to shake the cold or something stupid like that…", he chuckles, a tad embarrassed at his silliness. "Don't think less of me..?"

"Please… After what you just did to me..?", you snicker. "But honestly, I'm really glad you didn't turn out to be a creep."

He laughs loudly, by the sound of it putting his hand on his chest, then inches closer to spoon.

•

Despite your brave efforts to go back to sleep, not feel cold, not wake Baekhyun up, - not stub your toe in the dark - you can't. You have to pee.

For some reason it feels like you should put a t-shirt on, but squinting your eyes you can't see anyone laying around (nor remember seeing any for that matter), so you'll have to do without. "It would've come off in two minutes anyway", you think and carefully lift the covers, cursing the crispness you revelled in only hours before. Keeping arms and legs close to your body you sneak out into the hallway, like a freezing thief.

Not countless, the times you've promised yourself to never go to bed without washing up, but well in their ten's - and looking at your reflection in the mirror now the tally goes up once again. You didn't actually have to look, the dried mascara rolling around like gravel in your eyes was evident from when you opened your eyes. Finding a bottle of lotion you spread some on folded toilet paper and manage to swipe away the worst of it. "One is none", you think, work up a lather on your face with Baekhyun's hand soap and bend over to rinse it off. Like a ton of bricks the arousal hits: Baekhyun's hands going around your waist, his cock pressing in, filling you to the point of bursting, stroking you…

All through washing, drying, brushing your teeth with your finger (which works remarkably well) you feel him on your body.

"If he's not up I'll wake him, I don't care…", you laugh as you do a final inventory of freshness.

Much improved you - curiously enough in sneaking mode again - open the door.

"JE-sus!", you burst out, jumping out of your skin at seeing Baekhyun waiting right outside.

"Oh…I'm sorry", he says smiling, crowding the doorway.

"Shit, you scared me to bits…", you exhale heavily, stepping backwards as he comes in.

"Just checking to see you were alright", he says and turns you to the mirror, standing behind. "The water ran for so long."

"I just washed up…", you murmur, feeling his cock against your back, his hands around your breasts, mouth on your neck.

Lifting your leg to rest on the bathtub he parts your folds and whispers for you to look. Not quite ready for it, he moans with amusement at finding you're already wet and sucks it off the tips of his fingers before going down again.

"Few things make me harder than finding a girl wet in the middle of the night…", he whispers, letting his fingers glide into your pussy. When he hears the squelching crowd the silence he pushes his cock harder against you. "...and not so little either."

Not knowing where to put your hands they go to your thighs, his thighs, his shoulders, until he grabs your right one, lining it up with his own.

"Don't be shy to watch yourself", he remarks, turning your head by the chin and penetrates you with all four.

It's obscene. Not that you (or he) haven't done it before, but together… Your mouth falls open as you drop your head back.

"Rub your clit…", he asks hoarsely, almost breathing as hard as you.

You part your folds, giving him a good view in the mirror and slide your soaking fingers upward. You immediately let out a pained whine when you start flicking from side to side, and have to fight to stay upright. You know you're loud, yet Baekhyun's trembling moans seem even louder as he anticipates your orgasm. And mumbling curses, rubbing hard, being fingered hard, you do; pushing your pelvis forward, hand flicking as fast as you can, Baekhyun's shaking you, you cry right out.

"That's it...that's it…", he coos as you ride it out, bringing his hand up to stroke your pussy, mixing with yours.

"Ahh…", you pant, trying to catch your breath. "I have to sit down...shit…"

"Mmm, I don't doubt it", he giggles in your neck. "That orgasm was a work of art."

Work of art? You're pretty sure it was one of your less complimentary faces - wailing, near on contorted - but you appreciate his sentiment, nodding with a huff as you sit on the tub. Entirely naturally, having it swaying right in front of you, you take his cock in your mouth, taking you time, savouring the taste of it. Baekhyun's hand goes to the wall and he thrusts ever so slightly, running his hand through his hair.

"I thought you needed a rest...", he moans.

"I do...", you reiterate, pumping him.

"Can you rest while you ride me..? A slow-ride?"

Reading a yes in your expression, he goes to a drawer and takes out a condom.

"Let's go to the living room."

When he flicks off the light everything is bathed in shadows and a dark blue hue, but it's not as dark as you can't discern Baekhyun's features. Sitting on the armrest of the sofa you wait as he rolls the condom on and sits down a bit.

"Do you ever finger yourself?", you ask him.

"Me? Yeah, of course."

Putting one of his feet on the cushion, he wets his finger and looks at you.

"Do you want me to?"

When you nod he plays, teases himself over his anal, licking his lips.

"Do you want me to stick it in..?" His voice is stickier, turned on by performing. "To fuck myself..?"

Your core tightens.

"If...you want to."

He holds his breath as he penetrates himself, exhaling lengthily while squeezing the rest in and moving his balls up for you to see better. Easy as anything he keeps dipping, pressing his balls, working himself up, moaning faintly on every exhale.

Sitting next to him you kiss him, stroke his thigh.

"Do you want to try?"

"Me? Oh… No, I don't want to hurt you…"

"You wouldn't", he chuckles, but lets it pass. "Maybe next time."

Pulling out, he hums when you straddle him.

"Remember, take it nice and slow. Don't strain yourself..."

His cheeky ways earn him a very slow ride. Finding your entrance with his head you sink down in slow motion. He doesn't notice at first, simply closes his eyes and rests his head back - enjoying the massage - but on the way up he can't keep from lifting his cock to slide in again.

"What are you doing..?", you coo, stopping altogether, just above the head. "You said nice and slow."

"I'm too hard to go that slow", he smiles on your lips and lifts his ass off the sofa by the heels.

He rolls his cock into you, holding you still by your cheeks, spreading them.

Bit by bit he goes faster until his hands go from your ass to your neck and he drowns you in succulent kisses, grunts, and lays you down on your back. The sofa is cool and sticks to your damp skin. He wastes no time getting his cock back into you and starts ramming, grounding his foot on the floor for leverage. With your legs fully spread Baekhyun has all the access he needs, holding on tightly, pounding even tighter, the light from outside covering him in a bluish tint. He sucks in deeply and groans.

"I wanna fuck my balls into you too..."

It defeats logic, but is sexy in a crude way, so you tell him to do it. Pressing your legs even closer to your body he bends over you, ramming almost straight down. He immediately trembles, the act itself - seeing himself in such a vulgar position - turning him on. He manages to kiss you, perhaps a band-aid for your strenuous pose, before dropping his head on your chest. You don't care if your ass is covered in bruises in the morning. His sweaty crotch continuously pounding your hole is worth it. His wails vibrating in your ribcage is worth it. Every other thrust they come, higher and higher in both pitch and volume until the floods open.

"Oh, shit, oh shit", he repeats until he slams hard but slower, moaning exhaustedly as his cum fills the condom.

You lay panting, hearts beating out of your chests, until your damp hairline turns cold.

"Are you gonna carry me to the bed?", you joke.

"Ha!", he exclaims. "I don't think- wait, was I too rough?"

It's your turn to laugh. If you could've reached without moving you would've kissed him on the head, but settle for ruffling his hair.

"I would've said. But I think you may have broken my back…"

"Okay", he says, sitting up with new energy, tying the condom. "I'll give you a piggyback."

"Eh!"

Snickering, you get up, stop in the kitchen for some water, and get back to the bedroom.

"I can't believe you found your way out of here in the dark", he says, turning on the lamp on your side, lying down.

"Snail-paced. Maybe...you scoot in a bit so I fit..?"

"Maybe...you let me eat you out..?", he smiles cheekily, playing with your fingers.

"Already..?"

"I'm a big boy with a big appetite", he says, shrugging his shoulders.

•

"Lower."

"I don't want to suffocate you…"

"You won't."

Lowering yourself you're thinking the angle isn't quite right - until you feel his pointed tongue flicking across your anal. Your chest rises with your moan, but you're careful to stay down. He swallows you with hot lips, letting go with a smack, before licking again, dipping his tongue in with a warm breath. Kissing his way up to your entrance he moans desperately as he alternates between sucking and feverishly flicking, moving nimbly across, round and inside your pussy.

"Rub under my clit…", you sigh, stroking your breast.

When his nudging fails to make you go lower he smacks your ass.

"Sit down."

You do as he asks, the spank adding even more fuel to your build up - you can tell it's gonna be a big one. When you part your folds, he gratefully takes your clit in his mouth, keeping it there while you ride him, grinding back and forth, clutching at the headboard.

"I'm gonna come…", you stutter, sliding a hand under his neck.

He sticks his tongue out and licks as fast as he can, breathing hard. Right when he drags it backwards, as if striking a match, he ignites your orgasm. Shaking uncontrollably in his mouth you wail and claw at his neck.

Not wanting to overexert him, you only grind one time, then bend over, putting your forehead to the headboard, but he reaches up and kisses your pussy clear of your fluids, enjoying every bit of it.

"Are you gonna come down from there..?", he jokes, when you stay upright, resting, so you slide down under the covers, switching the light off.

"About tomorrow..?"

"Yeah..?", you ask, turning a little.

"Just… Now that I had you for a night snack, will you have me for breakfast..?"

There's a thud, followed by Baekhyun laughing.

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finding out their s/o is pregnant ft. haikyuu

Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x female! reader, Hinata Shouyo x female! Reader, Kozume Kenma x female! reader, Miya Atsumu x female! reader, Oikawa Tooru x female! reader, Sawamura Daichi x female! reader, Tendou Satori x female! reader

Rating: pg 13?

Genre: PURE FLUFF, established relationships, mood swing, a tiny fight with slight jealousy on Oikawa’s part, and some crackheadedness :)

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and anxiety

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary/ Request: “hi hi hi !! i just found your page and i love it it's so cute uwu🤩

could i request hc/drabble (anything really) of finding out their s/o is pregnant with tendou, daichi, hinata, bokuto, atsumu, kenma, oikawa

just a crumb of something to itch my brain please 👉🏻👈🏻”

A/n: Hello, thank you so much for requesting this. I had such a lovely time writing this and being all mushy. Just like all my other works, I had to find a way to make it a teeny bit of crackheaded. I hope you enjoy this work and thank you again. Also thank you to @meowstea for helping me brainstorm this (I adore you). Thank you to @plutointhestars and @jeonsjiddies for beta reading this for me. Requests are open, just please read my rules before sending in an ask. Also, if there’s any other warnings that need to be added, please let me know. I’ll be happy to add them for y’all. Hope y’all enjoy, any feedback would be greatly appreciated :)

Bokuto Koutarou

It was your five-year anniversary with Bokuto and instead of going out, Bokuto wanted to be your personal chef for the night.

Weeks prior to your anniversary date, Bokuto spent his free time watching cooking videos and memorizing recipes of foods that had your eyes glimmer.

Seeing all his hard work and puppy eyes, how could you say no.

So here you were, admiring the love of your life happily cook a meal for you.

The delightful aroma causes you to unconsciously rub your growing tummy, the aroma making your mouth water.

You were currently twelve weeks pregnant and you’ve thought of ways to tell Bokuto but all ideas that came through your head didn’t seem like enough.

“Hey, honey? Did you hear me?”

“Sorry Bo, what did you say?”

“I was thinking now that we are married, you know, we could maybe start trying for a baby?”His words had you freeze in your spot.

You weren’t sure if you felt relieved or a bit terrified of being put on the spot.

Almost if he sensed your silence, he turned around with the frying pan in hand starting to mutter apologies for being blunt.

Before he could get any more words out, you interrupted him but didn’t meet his eyes.

“We are pregnant, Bo.” You whispered and closed your eyes as you waited for anything to ease you.

Instead of being met with his words, you heard the frying pan clatter on the floor.

“What?”

You took a deep breath and prepared to meet his disappointed face but instead, you were met with a teary-eyed Bokuto.

Quickly, you made your way to your husband and pulled him towards you.

You sat him down on the chair you were in and you took his large hand in yours to place a kiss on his knuckles before directing his palm to rest on your growing tummy.

Bokuto’s eyes fluttered shut as he started to fully process it, his large hand on your tummy making you feel happy.

Once his eyes opened, Bokuto pulled you into his lap and covered your face with sweet kisses while whispering the sweetest words only for your ears.

“Baby, I love you so much! Thank you for making me so damn happy!”

Your heart was full of utter warmth and happiness that you felt like you were on cloud nine.

Hinata Shouyo

Hinata treated you like a queen. He always wanted to take you to the most beautiful restaurants with a perfect scenery just to see you glow in happiness.

Of course, you mentioned that you were happy with just being cuddled against his warm body at home but he always said that his queen deserves the best.

So that brings you to one of the fanciest restaurants that you have ever been to.

You felt a bit uncomfortable because of how your fancy clothes clung to your growing belly. Your worried mind raced through different scenarios that you completely missed the waiter asking you what you would like to drink.

“We would like a bottle of wine. Tonight feels like a special night.”

Without thinking you answered, “No, I can’t drink alcohol for nine months. It’s bad for the baby.”

“Nine months? Baby?” Hinata muttered under his breath until it hit him.

The waiter and Hinata looked at you with wide eyes and it took you a moment to realize what you had said.

“Surprise?” You shyly giggled at their reactions.

Before you could say anything more, Hinata jumped out of his chair to pull you into his arms.

“Hey everyone, I’m going to be a dad!” The waiter and the people that were sitting near you congratulated the two of you.

Hinata’s hands cupped your face and placed a loving kiss on your lips and thanked you for making him the happiest person in the universe.

Kozume Kenma

It was Kenma’s birthday and by his request, it was just a day at home. He wanted to spend his special day with the most important person to him in the comfort of your shared home.

And of course, you could not deny his request.

You planned to make his favorite food while he played a few of his favorite games.

While you waited for the food to simmer, you pulled out Kenma’s special gift and opened it to make sure everything was perfect for the thousandth time.

Today was the day you were finally going to tell him that you were carrying his child. You didn’t know how much longer you could continue to hide it since your belly was starting to show as each week passed.

You set up the dining table and called Kenma to come to eat with you.

Your heart pounded in your chest when you saw your boyfriend walk into the dining room with a smile on his face.

“Happy Birthday, baby! Before we eat, I do have a really special gift for you.”

With shaky hands, you handed Kenma the gift. You carefully watched his every move as he opened the box in his hands.

“Player three is coming in 2022?”

He read out loud, clearly confused as he looked up at you.“We are having another person in our relationship?”

Kenma looked like a puppy that’s been kicked as his eyes watered and you panicked.

“Baby, no! Look at the rest of the box.” Your hand caressed his cheek as he pulled out an ultrasound picture from the box.

Once it hit him, Kenma giggled and pulled you to sit on his lap. He nuzzled his face on the crook of your neck and sighed happily.

“So that’s why you have been wearing my clothes lately. Thank you, baby. I love you so much.” Kenma whispered contently against your neck.

Miya Atsumu

It was the last set of the game. One more point and your boyfriend’s team would win the team.

It was the last game of the season and Atsumu asked you to come to see him play.

He wanted to go to the game with you by his side but you had other plans for him.

Of course, there was no way he didn’t leave the house with a huge pout on his face. So you had to bribe him with cooking his favorite meal when you came home together.

Almost immediately when he left, your best friend, Osamu’s girlfriend, pulled up to your parking lot, waiting for you to head to Atsumu's big game.

“The poster’s in the back seat, I wrote what you sent in the last text and before you ask, the ultrasound is there too.”

Your nerves grew as you saw your boyfriend prepare to set the last point. You closed your eyes as you tried to calm your nerves.

Once you opened your eyes, you saw that Atsumu was looking right at you and smiled when your eyes met. He immediately hit the ball and scored right away.

When Atsumu scored the winning point, his teammates rushed up to him to celebrate.

Osamu’s girlfriend nudged your side as you both made your way to your boyfriend on the court.

Osamu saw the two of you head closer to the court and he called his twin over, already knowing what was going to happen.

Your body shook with nerves as you turned the poster around to let Atsumu read it.

“Congratulations Dad?”

Shaking his head at his twin, Osamu smacked the back of Atsumu’s head as he pointed to the ultrasound.

When it clicked in his head, Atsumu dropped himself onto his knees and nuzzled his face onto your baby bump.

“My beautiful prize, thank you.”

Oikawa Tooru

You knew it wasn’t Oikawa’s fault but who would stay calm when the waiter wouldn’t stop flirting with your husband right in front of you.

It surely didn’t help that your pregnancy heightened almost all of your emotions.

Oikawa knew you were no longer enjoying the meal when he saw you unintentionally playing with your food.

He tried to talk to you but all he would get was really short answers. He could no longer sit there when he saw you get teary-eyed so he held your hand and walked out of the restaurant after he paid for the meal.

The ride to your shared home was silent, you avoided your husband’s concerned eyes by looking outside the passenger window.

Once you got home, you kept on walking ahead of Oikawa and the feeling of his eyes burning the back of your head riled you so much more.

“Baby, let’s talk. What’s wrong?”

“You know what’s wrong.”

“No, I don’t. Baby, you’re acting like a pregnant woman.”

“That’s because I am, you giant idiot.”

Oikawa’s eyes widened at your words as his mouth trembled.

“You what?”

“You know what I said, you big dummy.”

His arm reached out to you and pulled you into his chest. He placed one of his hands on the nape of your neck while the other rested on your lower back.

“I know, baby. Just wanted to hear you say it again just to make sure that I’m not dreaming.”

“I am carrying your child, Tooru.”

His hold on your body became tighter as you said it again.

“My dream has become true, thank you.”

Sawamura Daichi

Nothing about today seemed out of the ordinary, just another casual day where you took a stroll in the park, hand in hand with Daichi.

Every step you took had you feeling sudden happiness that made your eyes tear up.

There were days where you would feel like this but those days were starting to feel like they were happening very often.

You took the time to not only admire the beautiful park but your boyfriend.

He seemed very distracted by whatever he was looking at so you followed his gaze and it led you to a playground full of toddlers.

Your heart fluttered at the sight of Daichi unconsciously smiling.

The endearing moment came to an end when a little boy ran up to you with a woman running right behind him.

“Congrats, you have a child in there!” The little boy pointed at your tummy before turning back to the woman who was a few steps away.

Daichi’s eyes were stuck on your stomach while you started recalling the tiniest of things.

Your hold on Daichi’s hand tightened when you remembered that your period hasn’t come.

Your eyes met your boyfriend’s and it’s as if you both had the same thought.

That’s what led you to this moment, Daichi sitting along with you on the bathroom floor as you wait for the results of three pregnancy tests.

The timer on your phone went off and your heart pounded violently against your chest as you turned the timer off.

Your boyfriend’s hand reached for yours as if telling you that he’d be by your side regardless of the situation.

His free hand reached for the pregnancy tests sitting beside you and counted to three to see the final results

One…

Two…

And three positive tests that had Daichi’s eyes and yours simultaneously tear up.

Before you could say anything, his lips crashed against yours as he cupped your face in the palm of his hands.

“I’ll be here for the two of you, always and forever.”

Tendou Satori

Your husband, Tendou, went out to go buy a couple of things needed at home and medicine since you were feeling a bit under the weather.

But the thing you didn’t tell him was that you were late.

One of your friends had come over minutes after Tendou left to give you a few pregnancy tests because you wanted to make sure before you told him anything.

You couldn’t bear to spend every minute sitting down by the tests so you paced around the bed until your alarm went off.

Without peeking at the pregnancy tests, you sat down on Tendou’s side of the bed and held his pillow in your arms, his scent instantly calming you.

When you felt ready, you flipped each test around to be met with a bold “Pregnant” on the screen.

You stayed frozen on the bed as you continued to stare at the tests in slight disbelief.

You couldn’t tell how long you stayed frozen but you knew it was a while when your husband walked through the door, rambling.

“Hey, Princess. I found these really cute shoes that couldn’t wait for the future.”

“Princess, what are you- Oh!”

His eyes landed on the positive pregnancy tests and he softly cooed at you. Tendou sat right in front of you and caressed the apple of your cheeks as he whispered sweet words to comfort you.

He gently laid on the bed with you right against him and peppered tiny kisses on your forehead.

“I knew those baby shoes were calling to me for some reason.”

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I wish this trip never ends (sstbthw part 2) - h.h

Word count: 3768

Warning: angst, swear, mention of smoking

Pairing : harry holland

Request: no.

N/A: okay, i took me almost a whole month to write this but i'm kinda need to work on school too. Remember, english is not my first language, so be kind if you spot mistakes, i really tried my best. I asked you who the reader was supposed to end up with ... I'll let you figure it out but ... don't hate me for the end ... because after all ... it might not be the end. Don’t hesitate to tell me what you think of the fic! Love you all! xx

taglist : @angeliquekalampoka , @harryhollandsgirlfriend (the one and only harry holland's girlfriend to me)

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previously - and you can find part 3

Restoring a relationship of trust and regaining the bond that you both had was particularly difficult. You had to learn to find your place in Harrison's life, but also in his relationship with Grace. You were roommates and friends, but it was complicated to plan meetings with Harrison's busy schedule. Between his job search after the cancellation of his Netflix series, his photo shoots, his dates with Grace, those with his family. It was getting harder and harder to find a moment to reunite with the two of you. It was without counting your schedule.

You were supposed to meet at noon for lunch at that restaurant Harrison told you about where he took his mother earlier this year, for Mother's Day. You felt uncomfortable going to such a place. It was very fancy; you had taken a look at the menu and you knew in advance that you would not be able to afford to split the bill. That was sometimes one of the downsides of being friends with Tom and Harrison. They sometimes forgot that their salary was significantly higher than yours. After all, they were still simple, good-natured guys, never saying no to a quick takeout meal or ordering pizza, drinking a beer at the local pub. And sometimes, they offered to go to prestigious places, not paying attention to money, wanting to please their friends or family.

Currently you were in your room. You were throwing countless of clothes across the room, trying to choose what you could wear to this lunch. Harry stopped dead when one of your dresses flew out of your room, right in front of his nose, blocking his way. You had left your door open and your spontaneity got the better of your best friend.

“Easy, Tiger. I had no idea your clothes had the capacity of Dr. Strange's cape.” He joked before coming into your bedroom.

You turned to find Harry leaning against your doorframe, a smirk encrusted on his face. You gave him an unamused frown and his smile widened. This wasn’t funny at all; you were stressed as hell. It’s not like you still had feelings for Harrison and try to impress him – to be honest, you still had feeling for your friend, but not as intense as before, you had drawn a definitive line on the possibility of a romantic relationship with him, which had helped you a lot. – But you didn’t want to be dressed down and looked like a clown.

“Come on Munchkin, it’s just a lunch. At worst, Harrison can still make it looks like he invited you out for charity, sort of “Make a Wish” event” Harry joked, in his significant humor.

“Go to hell, Robert. Don’t you have a pack bag to make, mister “I’m going to Spain to help my superstar brother to hold his tea while he’s filming”?”

“Rude… I’m a film director, now”

Not for that, you thought to yourself, but don't have the balls to tell your best friend. You didn't want to take this joke too far. You smiled at his cute pretending offended face. You pouted mockingly before biting your lip. You loved the dynamics of your relationship so much. Your humor, sarcasm, your outspokenness, that's what brought you together. Harry pulled you lightly from your closet with a comforting wink. He chose Yves Saint Laurent poppy red wool jersey flared pants that Tom gave you on your birthday. You smiled at his choice. You liked these pair of pants because they were sparkling with vitality, the color was flamboyant. Harry then gave you a satin pearl-colored shirt from Zara and you laughed at the drastic brand difference.

“Oh I see. A classy look but no more than £ 1000 that's pretty smart,” you joked.

The choice of your outfit once again proved the reality of hanging out with wealthy people. You were not poor; you could even be grateful for the life you had had. But it would never occur to you to give your friends clothes that were going over the miles and cents. To be honest, you wanted it. You wanted to live up to the gifts your friends sometimes gave you. But the truth seemed quite different: you had cried over the price of a used Rolex you wanted to give Tom for his birthday. Even having saved for 6 months, you could not afford such a gift.

“Shut up, don’t be so dramatic. Wear that necklace Harrison gave you for Christmas. I’m sure you’ll look fine”

“Thank you,Baz…I guess. ”

You kissed his cheek and then invited him out of your room so you could get ready. It didn't take you more than thirty minutes, time to put on the outfit your best friend had chosen and to put on light makeup. When you were finally ready, you walked to Tom's room. He had offered to take you to the restaurant where you were to join Harrison. But when you got to his ajar door, you could hear the soft sound of a slight snoring. You let out a chuckle before ordering an Uber. You knew he had spent almost a full month in Los Angeles and hadn't returned until early last week. You wanted to leave him as much as possible alone so that he could rest before his trip to Spain for the reshoots of his film Uncharted. Tom was a boy who loved being in touch with those close to him, but you also felt his need to recharge his batteries. That's why you preferred to let him sleep.

You went down to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water before leaving. When your Uber arrived, you left a note on the refrigerator to let the boys know you were safely gone. It was little everyday things that made you look normal that you enjoy. A post-it on the fridge, a table organizing household chores had been drawn up. Note to yourself; It was Harrison's turn to take care of the laundry.

☙♡❧

You had really hoped this was just a grotesque nightmare. That it wasn't real. He was going to arrive; he was just stuck into the traffic. Isn't it?

But you were there, waiting for over an hour and a half, without any news from your friend. Some people watched you with pity eyes, the others didn't give you any attention. You internally thank Harry for choosing your outfit. You didn't look like a lost kitten in this prestigious setting. It didn't prevent you from being ashamed right now. The waiter had urged you to order several times but you had told him that you were expecting someone, that he would arrive any minute. The last time, you didn't know if you were trying to convince him or yourself.

But it never happened. Harrison never came to your dinner. You were alone, sitting at a table, pathetically waiting for your friend to show up. It didn't look like him. He had never stand you up before. And not to improve this embarrassing moment, the waiter came to you again. This time, with a man in a suit. He was elegant, carried himself proud but diplomatic. They stopped at your table, a tight smile on their faces. No doubt the man in the suit was to be the manager.

"Miss, my employee told me that you seemed to have occupied this table for a while now. I am sorry to tell you that if you do not order a few things, you will have to leave the establishment"

You looked at him with misty eyes. You have never been so ashamed in your life. You just nod your head, not trusting your voice just yet. After taking a deep breath, you finally apologize to them before telling them that you are going to leave. The manager of the restaurant, out of politeness awkwardly apologizing for this uncomfortable situation.

You've finished the Dry Martini that you allowed yourself to, paying for it with whatever pride you have left. You pulled your cellphone out of your purse and decided to call one of the boys. After three rings, he picked up.

"Hey ... can you please pick me up?"

Your voice was shaky, you were so ashamed but it was less distressing than having to walk the Walk of Shame to your house or cry in an uber. You hung up and shared your location. You left the lobby, leaving the restaurant, standing in front of the entrance to the establishment. The air refreshed your cheeks burning with shame. Luckily it wasn't raining today. Which was pretty nice compared to that early summer you had had.

When you saw Harry's car pulled up in front of you, you slid into the passenger seat without a word. The curly redhead gave you a heartwarming smile but you definitely could see a spark of annoyance in his eyes. You sigh, resigned while shrugging your shoulders. It was obvious that your friendship with Harrison was still shaky.

"I'm sorry, love. He's a jerk about it."

Coincidentally, like a mitigating circumstance, your phone vibrated, receiving a notification from Harrison. You were chewing your lip with a sort of anguish and irritation, watching the message the blond had sent you.

"I'm sorry. So sorry. My agent called me for a pretty urgent casting briefing. She's detained me until now. Are you still okay for this dinner?"

You were angry. You were mature enough and had known the boys long enough to understand their obligations. The fact that Harrison had a lastminute meeting with his agent and missed your dinner wasn't a problem. The problem was, he made you wait for over an hour and a half before notifying you. You wanted him to call you to let you know, or a simple text just after he knew for the meeting. You typed a short answer, shorter than this was impossible. "No". You rested your head against the headrest, turning your gaze to your best friend.

"Hey, he's a Netflix star now" you replied to his last words.

Your voice cracked on the last syllables and your eyes filled with tears. You weren't usually that emotional but the anguish and shame really took over you. Harry noticed, unsure of how to instantly respond to your distress. He would have liked to stop on an emergency lane to take you in his arms but he already had 2 penalties to pay, respectively for speeding and prohibited parking ... a third fine would not be really welcome. He simply placed his hand on your thigh, drawing circles on your pants to comfort you. He simply moved his hand to shift gears and instantly rested it on your leg whenever he had the chance. This gesture soothed you, enjoying the touch, grateful to have someone as your best friend to mop up your pain.

☙♡❧

Arriving at the apartment, no sign of Harrison. When you walked in the kitchen, you saw Tom sitting at the counter, scrolling his phone. He looked up at you, not directly noticing your annoyed expression.

"Wow..you're ... gorgeous. I love these pants on you"

You smiled, a little amused by the compliment. Of course he loved the pants, it was a gift from him. But your smile didn’t reach your eyes. With a look on your expression then on the clock, the actor understood that something went wrong. Harry was right behind and still no trace of Harrison. It was suspicious. Tom gave you a worried look.

"Do I have to ask…Never mind, I’m still going to ask. How was lunch with Harrison?"

"I don't know, why don't you ask him? Oh wait... right, he didn't show up" you said sarcastically although you could hear the hurt in your voice.

Tom frowned, biting the inside of his lower lip in annoyance. Harrison was his best mate since forever and he knew him so well. It seemed strange from Harrison to not show up. The blond has told him he was happy to see you again and walking through this whole awkward “feeling situation” because he didn’t want to lose you. In a quick movement, he rose from his stool to walk around the counter. The next second, he took you in his comforting arms and you finally let yourself go under the sight of the two Holland brothers.

“It seems like you need a break of all this shit” Tom said while he ran his fingers through your hair.

You let a little laugh escape through your tears. He wasn't wrong. You really needed to get away from this whole situation for a moment. But how? Harry watched the scene unsure of what to do. You were his best friend and it seemed like the solace you found was never in his arms. He had tried in the car, however, as best he could. He walked over to the counter to make you both a cup of tea. It seems that as cliché as it sounds, tea comforts you, as the English person you used to be. As the redhead waited patiently for the water to boil, a flash of genius - according to him - crossed the glare of his eyes.

“Why doen't she come with us to Spain?”

His brother's words seemed to suit Tom, who released his hold on you. You opened your eyes wide, not sure of what you had just heard. Go to Spain, with them? Once again, you knew you were going to argue on this proposition. The idea was not bad, Spain seemed a rather pleasant country. But you had just graduated and had a student job to save as much as possible. However, you could not afford to leave for several days in Spain, at the last minute. Plus, what were you going to do while Tom was filming and Harry was assisting him? He was sure the film's production crew wasn't going to give you a pass because Tom had decided.

“Yeah! That’s it, you’re coming with us”

“Tom, I have a student job. I can’t just…decide to go to Spain.”

“You never take a leave, come on. It’s not negotiable”

You were looking at Harry for help but he just shrugged. After all, he was the one who had initiated the idea of including you on the trip. You were trying to find a valid excuse to stay home. You really didn't want to impose yourself.

“I can’t afford that” you said, trying your best to convince him to quit the idea.

“I don’t care, it’s not even a problem. You coming to Spain with us.”

"Omg, does Z dominate you in bed to make you so bossy in life?"

Harry almost spitted his tea and laughed out loud while Tom gave you shocked eyes with pinky cheeks. You had always been sassy but hanging out with the boys had made you even more sassy than ever. How many times haven't you heard Tuwaine or Harry make fun of Harrison or Tom on the sex subject? Being a girl seemed to make you an untouchable character. The boys had never teased you about your relationships or your sexual partners. And while you've always had feelings for Harrison, you've had your own experiences. Anyway, you had just gone with the flow and Tom's brand-new romantic relationship with his co-star gave you the perfect opportunity.

“That's not the point.” stammered the actor.

Your smile widened, proud of your joke and the way Tom reacted. You heard Harry clear his throat. He had his phone in his hand and his own smile didn't bode well for you.

"The production is okay but it's at Tom's expense."

“You got to be kidding me…”

☙♡❧

You ended up in Spain with two of your best friends. You knew you had limited time before Tom had to fly back to Los Angeles for some Spider-man: No Way Home reshoots. So, you enjoyed as much as possible: accompanying the boys to the golf course - even though you weren't very involved in the sport -, spending time to visit touristic places when they were on set, talking with Rachael and other people from the set. You really enjoyed your trip.

On Wednesday evening you went out to a restaurant with Tom, Harry and two other friends/tom’s colleagues. You couldn't deny that it was fun. You had the opportunity to sunbathe a little while walking through the streets of Madrid. Spain was doing you good and not once did you think about your wobbly friendship with Harrison. You've just left the restaurant when a few fans politely show up to take pictures with Tom. You couldn't help but smile at the thought of how kind Tom had always taken in a few snaps when his fans approached him respectfully - and there weren't too many of them -. You sighed with pleasure before stepping away from the group. You leaned against a wall and took out the packet of cigarettes that Tom had asked you to keep in your clutch bag. Being an occasional smoker, he wouldn't blame you if you took one from him. You tilted your head back to admire the dark starry night when you felt a presence by your side. You narrowed your eyes in mischief as you looked sideways: Harry was there, his nose wrinkled from your cigarette. He didn't like it too much Silence filled your bubble despite the hubbub outside. You were in public and it was not surprising to meet travelers and Madrid residents mingling with the crowd to enjoy this pleasant evening.

"I wish this trip never ends." You finally said, breaking the silence.

Harry didn't know what to say to that. Instead, he was just looking at you. You were a little tanned, the Madrid sun had done wonders on you; your loose hair framed your face and the summer dress you had chosen for the restaurant looked great on you: It was a short red floral summer dress with a shingle collar. Light enough to keep you from suffocating but decent to wear on any casual occasion. You were beautiful, stunning. His heart exploded at the sight of you, so much that it hurt a few times.

"I wish I had been there for you more." he finally confessed

You finally turned your head towards him and shrug your shoulders, smiling shyly but sincerely.

“You were working, Baz”

“I meant…not only here in Spain. I’m sorry to have let you down recently”

You give him a confused look. He hadn't been a bad friend but he kept implying it. You just shook your head negatively to brush his words away. Harry had always been important to you. He had been the first to step towards you. It was him who introduced you to the rest of the gang. He had always been concerned about you.

The night you met, you immediately clicked up with him. And to be honest, for a moment, you thought he liked you that night. But he never took that step towards you and you never did either. You dreaded that if you kissed him, he would think you were interested in his notoriety by proxy. So you just acted like any reasonable person would - accept the status he gave you. And the second time he asked you to join him with his brother and his friends, you met Harrison and your heart exploded.

"I'm glad you brought me here"

“I'm happy you accepted to come.”

“I didn't really have the choice, Baz” you joked.

He laughed slightly. You weren't wrong, he and Tom had practically dragged you onto the plane, leaving you no choice to be by their side. But you could only thank them, especially Harry who had the idea. You took another hit on your cigarette before leaning back to check out where Tom was with his fans. He seemed to be talking with the girls and didn't seem overwhelmed. So, you didn't want to interrupt him and were just going to wait for him to finish. Harry played with his hands nervously, looking straight ahead and then at you. He seemed to be repeating this game for several seconds before finally asking the question that was in his mind.

“Have you heard from Harrison?” Harry asked quite casually

“He sent me several texts to apologize and wished me to have a good time in Madrid.”

“Do you still have feelings for him?”

You swallow hard before looking at him. There was an indecipherable glint in his eyes and you weren't sure what to make of it. You drew another puff from your cigarette, maybe that would save you from entering this conversation. But Harry's presence was all around you and you couldn't really escape. So you've decided to be honest.

“It’s complicated. I suppose so...”

“Mhmm”

“But my friendship with Haz is important, I don't want to lose him because of it.”

“Yeah, you can't imagine how well I understand you” he sighed

“What do you mean? Who’s the lucky girl..or guy ?”

Harry turned to you frankly and you did the same, stubbing out the half-smoked cigarette. You are well aware that the conversation was taking a more serious turn. He moistened his lips and walked over to you. Harry was full of things: he was full-loving, sarcastic, talented, daring, impertinent. But Harry was mostly awkward when it came to love. Not just an attraction, no, love with real feeling. Delicately, hesitantly, he reached out to your cheek, stroking it with the back of his fingers, cautiously. You were frozen, your eyes fixed on him admiring his audacity.

"She's the most beautiful girl I ever seen." he said with a small smile.

Harry walked over to you and your heart was pounding at breakneck speed. Harry had ... feelings for you? You were really confused. Since when had he developed his feelings? Why didn't he tell you about it? Why hadn't he tried anything so far? So, were you right from the start? Was there a tension between you since the beginning of your friendship, since your met? But above all, did you want him to take that step? Instinctively, your body responded. You parted your lips and closed your eyes. You enjoyed the warmth of his hand on your cheek and were waiting for the touch of his lips. But it never happened.

"Hey baz, y/n..we're going back to the hotel" Tom said, taking his eyes off his phone. "I…Mhmm sorry, did I interrupt something?"

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