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Azriel x Cam-Girl!Reader: His Personal Assistant - Part 2[*]

A/N: This one’s pretty light for October, but I wanted to have a bit of fun :)

Warnings: masturbation, sex toys, exhibitionism (?)

Word Count: 3,378

-Part 1-

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Your lips part, back bowing off the bed as you tip over the edge.

The small red dot flashes, showing the camera’s still recording, and if you squint, you can see the comments rolling in. Complimenting your form, your body, your moans, everything. Occasionally a critique from a guy who probably hasn’t been within three metres of a woman, but… Well, they brought you to fame. Of course there’s going to be the occasional creep.

Your lipstick’s smudged a little from when you slapped your hand over your mouth, and you run your tongue over your teeth before sitting upright, facing the camera. “Well, that’s it for tonight guys,” you pant, your tits pressing together as you lean closer to the recorder.

“As always, exclusive content will be going up on my private channel, so if you want to see a little more of me…” You give a feline grin, as your spine arches, thighs parting a little wider to serve as a reminder of what sort of content they’ll be getting.

How much is it. why isnt it free

Exclusive contant????

Id fuc u so good bby

The usual assortment of comments roll in, and you scan for a final talking point.

You’re working a job?

Bingo.

You give a wide smile, settling back onto your knees so they have a full view of your pretty nipples and the mess decorating your thighs. “I am working a job, yes! Stuffy corporate business—lots of men who could use a little fun, if you know what I mean,” you purr, winking at the camera, shifting to be comfortable without compromising their view.

You should definitely fuck your boss

Lush shout me out!

Where u working at

The smile widens into a grin, “I should fuck my boss? I did ask you guys that, didn’t I?” You laugh, dipping your head before straightening again, feigning a little embarrassment. Human. Draw them in. “He’s a bit of a stick-in-the-mud. Could really use a night out with a woman—or two,” you grin, tongue flicking out to wet your lips.

“Would you guys watch that? If I get him to fuck me?” You ask, already knowing the answers. Sure enough, the enthusiastic encouragements come spilling up the screen in rapid succession to one another. You laugh again, looking away from the camera, “well, I’m not sure if I can promise that, buuuttt…” Eyes return to the camera, looking up through your lashes, lips lifting into a feline grin. “The office I’ve been given doesn’t have any security cameras in, so… I could accidentally slip over one day… You know, happens to the best of us, sometimes,” you say, shrugging nonchalantly. “Maybe I could record a short little video for you guys.”

More questions spill in, asking for details, but now you’ve whet their appetite, it’s time to pull away. “Well, that’s it for tonight, everyone. Tune in next week for the stream, and get on that private channel for some additional content,” you purr, reaching forward to turn off the recorder. “Maybe I’ll do some personalised videos to someone who tips well.”

And it’s off.

You flop back into your bed, the vibrator bouncing besides you, arousal already drying on the rubbery toy. Excitement sizzles in your belly—filming yourself at work.

It could go so wrong…

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You lean over his desk, the deep V in the neck of your navy dress showing off just a little too much cleavage as you set the mug of coffee down.

To your utter irritation, he hadn’t shown any appreciation for the last one. Made by a professional! Now, you’ve taken to stopping in at different cafes, just to see if one of them can get it right. So far: nothing. Every single one has been sub-par, and it’s getting on your nerves.

It’s been nearly a full week since your first day, and you’re still no closer to cracking him. He’s almost always submerged in some sort of Matter, dealing with organising files on his computer, or stamping out email after email. Really, you don’t understand how he doesn’t bore himself to tears every day.

The only highlight has been Gabrielle who seems to be the only spark of life to exist on this miserable floor.

You’ve been on the lower ones, too, and it really is just this floor that seems to be completely devoid of any kind of life. Nobody’s talking by the water cooler, no hushed gossiping girls by the photocopier, and not even a single person waiting in the waiting room. It’s ridiculous. The only way you’re saved from insanity is the brief interactions you have with Gabe, and those are still too infrequent for you to consider yourself safe from the madness.

You sigh internally, moving onto the next stack of papers he’d made that need photocopying, swinging your hips subtly as you depart from the office. Not even the slight prickle of hairs rising at the nape of your neck to signal a sneaky peep.

Stick-in-the-mud.

Putting your bad luck aside, you begin formulating a rough outline for when you’ll have the chance to record that sweet, little video you kind of promised. Well. Technically you didn’t promise, so it’s not owed or anything, but…

It’s exciting!

Rhys had specifically told you not to—so you have to. That’s just how these things work, and he’s a fool if he doesn’t understand that appeal.

Either way, you’re looking forward to it. Fuck him if he thinks he’s going to spoil your fun.

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You slide your phone back into your bag, hastily wiping down the chair and opening the windows. You don’t want the cleaners getting any ideas, nor do you feel it would really fair to subject them to that sort of mess.

A quick sanitisation and few short spritzes of perfume later, and the room seems pretty normal. The small remote is still on the desk, vibrator deep inside your warm, wet cunt. You should probably take it out, but… It’s fun, and you could use a little excitement. Especially working long, boring hours like you currently are.

The door to your office swings open, and you spin on your heel, taking a startled step back, nearly toppling onto the desk as you do so. Your widened eyes flit to the source of the noise, just as Azriel steps over the threshold. He halts, pausing as if he hadn’t been expecting you.

With a hand over your heart, you lean fully against the desk, legs still a little weak from the orgasm. “What are you doing in here?” You ask, too rushed and too breathless to be acceptable. You clear your throat, straightening your dress—hoping you don’t smell of sweat.

Sharp hazel eyes run over your form, and it’s the most he’s looked at you since you arrived here. You’re unaccustomed to being at the centre of his attention, and all of a sudden you find yourself flushing under his scrutinising gaze.

His brow narrows, closing the door behind him, holding up the papers in his hand. “I was going to put these on your desk,” he says, moving silently across the room, aiming for where you’re leaning. “For tomorrow,” he explains.

You stiffen, then dart away—he’ll be able to smell sex on you if he gets too close, so you shift to be the opposite side of the furniture. “I was wondering which demon was sneaking those in,” you joke, bringing your gaze to meet his. It’s so piercing and intent, it’s difficult to maintain. Suddenly struggling to function under his attention. “Looks like it was you,” you smile.

Azriel’s eyes stab into you, raking beneath your skin, and you fight the urge to fidget. Instead you straighten your back, spine curving enough to push your chest out—just a little.

Your attention flicks over his shoulder to the door, which you know you locked. “Say, how did you get in here? I know I locked it so I wouldn’t be disturbed,” you ask, peering at him from across the desk. You’re now leaning the majority of your weight on the spinning chair, legs trembling slightly.

He’s quiet for a moment, and you wonder for a dreadful second if he somehow knows. You dismiss the thought quickly. There’s no way he does. You sprayed that perfume, and it’s pretty strong. He can’t have figured it out, there’s not enough evidence to even suggest you’d been doing anything other than flicking through emails and moving files about to the correct Matter.

He pulls something from his pocket, holing it up the metal ring. “Skeleton key,” he answers, simply. You nearly blanch at the information—he could have walked in at any moment. A flicker of arousal licks between your thighs as you imagine him walking in on you like that. How would he react?

He’d probably be pissed off for potentially getting some files dirty. Typical stick-in-the-mud behaviour.

You shift on your feet uncomfortably, “so, you have access to any room in this building?”

“That is how a skeleton key works, yes.” You blink at his tone. Narrow your eyes. The dry tone…the slight tug on his lips, as if suppressing a… “Oh my god you made a— You have humour.”

You stare at him, slightly mortified the thought slipped out, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Simply raises a brow, “I’m loosely acquainted with the concept.” You stare longer, unsure how to react, lips nervously twitching up at the edges. You nod, slowly, blinking—dumbfounded.

His lips curve almost imperceptibly, and you stiffen, for once unsure what to do, how to react. He seems to have difficulty suppressing his smile as he takes in your reaction, “I had no idea humour would have such a profound effect on you.”

You snap back to reality, tightening your grip on the chair. “No, it’s not that,” you explain hurriedly. He raises a brow, lips still slightly quirked in a way that only magnifies his beauty. Classically complimenting his features.

He’s waiting for your explanation.

You flush, realising you don’t have one.

“I just…didn’t expect it, is all,” you try, concealing your wince. But the slight lift of his mouth doesn’t fade, and you realise you should be using the time to make a move on him. Drop a couple of hints. Maybe he’ll be different outside of working hours.

Azriel opens his mouth to respond, and you prepare yourself for whatever quip he’s going to surprise you with, but instead his eyes flick down to your desk. More specifically, the small remote that’s connected to the device inside of you.

Your heart actually stops in your chest for a moment, time slowing as his brow narrows, and—picks it up.

For the few seconds he examines it, you’re paralysed, holding your breath and praying for the love of god he doesn’t recognise it.

“What is this?” He asks, and you have to control the sigh of relief that wants to whoosh from your lungs. You’re saved. “I have no idea,” you lie, unable help the smile that’s graced your lips.

His brow narrows, eyes flicking to yours as he holds the remote in his large hand, making it look tiny. “It’s not yours?” He asks, and you mentally kick yourself for the mistake. You should have said it was some kind of charger!

But you’re stuck now, so you nod stiffly, feigning ignorance.

His brow narrows further, flipping the device over in his hand, making you tense. If he presses one of those buttons… You don’t allow yourself to consider that path. No way.

“Are they for the lights?” He asks, peering closer at the small buttons. Seven in total, all different types of vibration. Labelled with their number, nothing else. You shrug, stepping out from behind your chair, moving to walk over to him, “no idea. I’ll drop it off at reception or something and see if they—”

He presses the the third button.

You stumble but catch yourself, thankful for the whisper-quiet motor. He won’t be able to hear anything, thank god.

Teeth dig into your lip as you halt, fingers pressing onto the hard wood of the desk, a shaky breath exhaling from your lips. Your mind scrambles for an excuse to take it from him, but you come up empty. All you can think about is the high-speed buzzing, how good it feels against your sensitive walls.

“Azriel…” you manage, unsurely, becoming temporarily breathless when those hazel eyes slice into, carving your exterior clean off. “I’m not sure it’s wise to press those if we don’t know what they do,” you argue, fairly soundly considering the situation.

He weighs your point, peering at the remote again. “Maybe if it’s on a different setting we’ll see what it is,” he says instead, and you have no time to prepare as he presses the fourth button. Your thighs tremble, nails digging into your palm.

“I’m really not sure—”

Fifth button.

You stumble backward, knees hitting your chair as you collapse down. The fall pushing the toy deeper inside of you, brushing against that wonderfully delicious spot, switching to a patterned pulse. Your teeth dig into your lip as you shift in the seat, attempting to relieve the pressure, but it only leads to the toy pushing harder into that spot, abusing it continuously as you bite back any reactions that would be off.

His attention switches to you, and you nearly come apart right then and there.

“Are you okay?” He questions, concern shining in his sharp eyes. You manage a nod, fingers digging into the arms of your chair, attempting to sit upright. You need an excuse to leave, to go to the bathroom, or something. If you don’t soon, you’re going to fall apart right before his eyes, and there’ll be no way for you to conceal that.

“Absolutely luscious,” you reply out of habit, mind too preoccupied to sift through each word, switching onto autopilot. His brow quirks, and you could really moan at the sight. Thankfully, you don’t, clamping your teeth together as you dig crescent shapes into the heel of your palm.

“Luscious?” He repeats, the letters dragging appetising from his throat, coated in something dark and syrupy, something that would melt and splash over your skin. He sounds vaguely confused, but you have no time to unpack that.

“Delicious,” you correct, weakly, “I meant delicious.”

Upon seeing his confused look, your mind whirrs and spins for an explanation. A dizzy smile makes its way to your lips, hopefully just appearing a little drowsy from a long day of hard work. “I know it’s a weird phrase. My friend and I used to say it all the time because it made us laugh.” The smile becomes a little too sleepy looking, appearing closer to blissed out. “Guess it stuck.”

For a moment, you don’t think he’ll believe you. His gaze pierces into you, and you tighten around the vibrator, bringing the sensations…deeper.

“Full of kinks and quirks, aren’t you?” He drawls, attention returning to the device, looking ready to press another button. “Maybe you should stop messing around with that,” you suggest with forced lightness. “What if it’s messing with someone’s computer?” You argue, being dragged closer and closer to the edge with every second. “I can think of at least one Director who would be pissed if someone was messing around after-hours and accidentally deleted some files.”

He gives you an indecipherable look, then says, with a little too much pride, “every single file on my computer is backed up and stored elsewhere. If someone hasn’t taken precautions, that’s their own fault.” And presses the sixth button.

If you had been standing, you would have collapsed.

As it is, your spine arches ever so slightly, and you shift in the chair again, fingers digging into the arms. The pleasure hums between your legs, and for a second you’re worried he’ll be able to see arousal dripping to the floor.

“Either way,” he says, seemingly completely unaware of the hell and heaven he’s putting you through—for better or for worse. “It doesn’t seem to be doing anything.” And sets it down on your desk.

Without thought or explanation, you snatch it up, holding the power button for three second. Blissful reprieve soothes your nerves, even as a small part wishes for her release. At the odd look he’s giving you, eyes gleaming with something you can’t read, you manage to fumble out a vague explanation for your antsy behaviour, “I’m a bit anal about things like that.”

Not your best word choice, but it’ll have to suffice.

“About strange devices and stranger buttons?” He asks, and you could hiss at him. He so nearly— You don’t even bother expending energy on what would have happened if he hadn’t put it down. How you would have come apart right before his eyes. How furious Rhys would be, if it got back to him.

You’re not sure Azriel would be the type of man your usual persuasions would work on.

So you just nod, tiredly. “It’s like with plug sockets,” you manage, albeit a bit breathlessly. “I can’t stand when they’re on but not plugged in. Seems like a waste of some kind. Bothers me.”

Azriel simply hums, making your thighs squeeze together, shifting nervously as you try to relieve the intense buzzing feeling—the memory of those delicious, rapid-fire pulses.

Your breathing begins to even out, and you reach for your bag, hoping to get out of the room as soon as possible. Escape the situation. You must seem a little too out of it, though.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” Azriel asks in that usual disinterested, monotone voice. Deep and rich. You manage to nod, “slightly unaccustomed to working a nine to five,” you explain, grabbing the device. “I’ll drop this off at reception on my way out,” you mutter, silently cursing your carelessness.

He shifts, and you realise he’s checking the time, brow raising. “A seven-thirty to half-ten, is more like it,” he corrects. You nearly groan as you realise how long you’ve been in this damn building for. In fact, you do groan, covering your face with your hands.

Heat shoots straight to your cunt when he laughs—actually laughs. Deep and delicious.

Bloody hell.

He’s so…different, outside work hours.

Maybe… No. No way. It wouldn’t work.

Unless…

“How was the coffee today?” You ask, sounding a bit too casual even to your own ears. His lips quirk and that’s it. You’re done for. He’s far too attractive to be working a job like this.

Well, you’re working a job like this, so you suppose it’s not too unbelievable.

Still.

“You can do better,” he replies, a faint smirk on his mouth. Damn him. You narrow your eyes, half teasing, half entirely serious. You take pleasure very seriously, even if it’s not sexual, and it seems his coffee may be the only thing that keeps him from throttling someone in this job.

“I don’t even know what I’m aiming for, Azriel,” you point out, a genuine smile curving your lips. “How do I know you’re not just sending me on a wild goose chase to create this perfect cup, huh?”

“I suppose you’ll just have to take my word for it and keep trying,” he replies easily, amusement gleaming in his hazel eyes.

“Or,” you say, and you can’t believe you’re actually trying this. “You could give me a taste of this heavenly coffee. Firstly, to prove that it actually exists,” —you glare at him— “and secondly, to see if it’s better than the ones I’ve made.” You offer him a challenging smile, “because I’m going to be furious if I have a sip and it’s not even half-decent.”

He regards you silently, features unreadable, but you don’t retract the offer. Stand with a straightened spine, staring him down.

“Okay, then.” He relents, and you blink. Wow. Great.

Where from here?

His lips curve into a quiet smile, “I’ll show you tomorrow. Be ready to leave at five past one.”

Huh.

That settles it, then.

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A Love Worth Changing For ~ Nico Hischier

Summary: Your commitment to yourself to stay out of a relationship becomes harder to keep when you meet someone who just might be worth breaking your promises for.

Word count: ~8,900

Warnings: Drinking (quite a bit), implied/vaguely mentioned smut, throwing up, toxic behaviours.

A/N: I kind of hate how this turned out, to be honest. It's not super well edited because I didn't want to read through it yet another time.

You didn’t want to be in a relationship. It was a promise you made to yourself. You wouldn’t get into a relationship until you were done with school. You had high expectations for yourself in your years at university. You wanted to do well, that was a given. Staying out of a relationship would only leave you with more time to study. But you also wanted these years to explore who you were as a person, casually date, figure out what you wanted in a partner and what kind of partner you wanted to be.

It wasn’t hard, at least not for the first few years. Until you decided to go to grad school and decided to keep your commitment to not having any romantic commitment. And then came your second hurdle, when you met Nico.

October 2021

Standing at the kitchen counter you fill a bowl with a bag of chips that you know will go mostly untouched in favour of drinks, but it was the thought that mattered, right? Your phone vibrates on the counter and your eyes fall to your bright screen. A text from Jack. Unlocking your phone you read the message, asking if he could bring a couple friends. Sighing to yourself you reply that it was fine, though you were a little nervous about who Jack was going to be bringing to a party you were already worried might be getting too large.

Before long your apartment is full of people, half of which you didn’t know, tagging along with the half that you did. You’re in the kitchen mixing yourself an unnecessarily strong drink of tequila and orange juice when you feel someone tap you on the shoulder. Turning around your eyes focus on Jack.

“Hey,” you greet, pulling him into a quick, friendly hug. Jack. You met him when you both arrived in New Jersey, him to play for the Devils and you to start your undergrad degree. It was an instant connection, but not the kind your friends had speculated. You understood that he was attractive, you knew that almost everyone seemed to fall for him. But your connection with him felt more like a brother than anything more. “How was your game?”

“It was good…It would be really cool if you would like watch a game once in awhile,” Jack jokes.

“I was busy,” you whine, taking a large sip of your drink.

“Busy with what?”

“Preparing this place to sustain the damage of another party,” you inform him. “And pre-gaming.”

“I see how it is, rather get drunk than come see me play.”

Rolling your eyes you lean back against the counter. “Honestly, yeah,” you joke. Your eyes travel over Jack’s shoulder, to the man standing behind him, hands shoved in his pockets, glancing around uncertainly. “Hi,” you call to him, catching his attention. “I’m Y/N.”

“Hey, uh, I’m Nico,” he tells you, shuffling his way between Jack and some other guy you had yet to meet. “Is this your place?”

“Yeah,” you tell him, hearing a shattering of glass from the other side of the kitchen. “Unfortunately,” you add with a breath of laughter. “I should go deal with that, I’ll talk to you later, Nico,” you tell him, placing your hand on his arm as you slip by him in the direction of the shattering sound.

After helping clean up the mess of broken glass and spilled beer you head back into the kitchen, needing another drink. You find Jack and Nico nearly exactly where you had left them, discussing something with an intensity that piques your interest.

“Am I missing something?” you ask Jack, pouring yourself another drink.

“He thinks you’re hot,” Jack states boldly.

You’re caught off guard by how easily he offers the information, especially when you see Nico elbow him in the side, clearly not wanting him to have said that. “Oh?” you say, turning to face Nico, a playful smile on your lips.

“I, uh,” Nico begins, eyes falling to the ground. “Yeah,” he finally mutters.

Giggling you take a sip of your drink, stepping a little closer to him. “Well, I think you’re pretty hot as well,” you tell him, hoping it would ease some of the awkward tension that had fallen on the conversation.

“This is gross,” Jack mutters, gulping back half of his beer in one go.

“You’re the one who brought it up, dumbass,” you remind him, spinning to lean against the counter beside Nico. “Tell me more about yourself,” you say to Nico.

“What do you want to know?”

Shrugging you glance down to his empty hands. “Do you not drink?”

“I offered to drive him home,” Nico tells you, nodding towards Jack.

“Drive Jack home?” you mutter, eyebrows furrowed. “Jack never goes home after he gets drunk here.”

“Oh, I, uh, didn’t know you two were-,” Nico stammers, shaking his head as he glances over to Jack with an incredulous look.

“That’s not what I meant,” you exclaim with wide eyes. “He sleeps on the couch.”

“Oh,” Nico chuckles.

“So, does that mean you’re going to have a drink?”

Nico shrugs, looking over at Jack, who was already on his third beer. “I still need to drive myself home.”

“I’m sure we can find you somewhere to sleep,” you tell him.

And find him somewhere to sleep was exactly what you did, in your bed right next to you.

When you wake up the next morning your arm is slung over Nico’s chest, your head on his shoulder. Slowly you pull your body away from him, tugging the sheets up over your naked body as you reach for your phone on the nightstand. 9:35 AM.

“Morning,” Nico mumbles tiredly.

“Morning,” you reply, glancing down at him with a soft smile. “How are you feeling?”

“Alright,” Nico shrugs. “Tired.”

“Me too,” you laugh. “Do you want some coffee or something?”

“If you’re going to make some for yourself I’ll have some.”

Climbing out of bed you pull some clothes on, shuffling out of your room to take in the damage from the night before. The kitchen counters are littered with cans and bottles, sticky with spilled drinks. Sighing to yourself you grab a bag, beginning the long process of post-party clean up. Nico is at your side a second later, tossing cans into the bag you were holding.

“You don’t need to clean up, it’s okay,” you assure him, not wanting him to feel obligated to help clean your apartment after a party you decided to throw.

“I don’t mind,” Nico shrugs. “I’m sure some of it is my mess.”

His justification makes you giggle, knowing that he had been one of the only people the night before to ask you where you wanted him to put his empty cans. You finish clearing off the counter together, wiping it down before making a pot of coffee. While it was brewing you stand at the counter, Nico in front of you, his hands on your hips as he looks down at you.

“So do you think I can get your number?” Nico asks.

Running your hands up his arms you rest them on his shoulders, smiling playfully up at him. “Yeah, I think maybe I could give you my number.”

Leaning down Nico presses his lips to yours again, gently and slowly, tugging your hips closer to his body.

“Get a room.”

Pulling back from Nico you look across the kitchen to where Jack was now standing. “You know this is my apartment, right?” you joke, pulling your arms back from Nico. “Do you want some coffee?”

“Sure,” Jack mumbles, leaning tiredly into the counter. “Do you have that girl’s number?”

“Who?” you ask, pressing your palms into the counter, hopping up onto it.

“You know, the one I was talking to.”

“Do you even remember her name?”

“Yeah,” Jack mutters dismissively.

“What is it then?”

“Do you have her number or not?” Jack exclaims, rubbing his fingers over his temples.

“Yes,” you tell him with a sigh. “I’m not giving you her number if you can’t even remember her name.”

Jack lets out a loud groan, shaking his head. “Fine, whatever,” he grumbles.

Nico glances up at you with a look that told you he agreed with your decision. “You remember my name, right?” you joke.

Nico chuckles, leaning up to press his lips to your again. “Of course,” he tells you.

After the coffee is done brewing you pour a few mugs, adding some cream to your coffee. Heading into the living room you curl up on the couch, leaning into Nico when he sits down beside you. The three of you sit in the living room, talking about the night before while finishing your coffee.

Shortly after finishing his coffee Jack decides to get an Uber home, leaving you and Nico alone again. You spend the majority of the day cuddled up with Nico on the couch, watching movie after movie as the hangover slowly begins to leave your body.

“When are you free for me to take you on a date?” Nico asks after the end of yet another movie.

Sitting up you pull your body away from Nico, turning to look over at him. “Nico, I do like you but I feel like I should tell you that I’m not really looking for anything serious right now.”

“Does that mean I don’t get to see you again?”

“No, that’s not what I mean,” you giggle, shaking your head. “I just wanted you to know that.”

“Okay,” Nico says with a shrug. “How about Wednesday night?”

“Wednesday night sounds good to me,” you reply, leaning over and kissing him gently.

Wednesday night comes around quickly and your date goes incredibly well. As does the next date, and all the ones after that. It wasn’t long till you were spending almost all your spare time together.

There was a connection you had with Nico that was undeniable. But you were holding onto your promise to yourself that you weren’t going to get into a relationship.

December 2021

You’re finally packing clothes for your trip home, having just finished your exams a few days earlier. Going home for the holidays was always one of the highlights of your year, when you could finally relax without worrying about assignments or classes or exams. Folding a few sweaters you set them into the suitcase on your bed, a sudden knock on your door startling you.

Heading through your apartment you hesitantly pull the door open, relaxing when you see Nico standing in front of you. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you before you left,” Nico explains, stepping inside. “And I wanted to bring you this.”

Your eyes fall to the wrapped box in his hand. “A Christmas present?”

“Yeah,” Nico chuckles, setting it into your hands.

“Why?” you whisper, looking up into his eyes. “You didn’t have to get me anything, we’re not-.”

“We’re not together, I know,” Nico interrupts, having heard the line from you over and over again at various times throughout the last few months. Not together, just friends with benefits...who also happened to be going on frequent dates.

Sighing you set the present down onto the table by the door, reaching over to take his hands. “Well, thank you,” you whisper, leaning up and pressing your lips to his. “But you really didn’t have to.”

“You’re welcome,” Nico says, pulling you into a hug. “When do you have to be at the airport?”

“Tomorrow morning at eight.”

“I can drive you…if you want,” Nico offers.

Pulling back you smile up at him, fingers running down his arms. “That would be great, thank you. Do you have plans tonight?”

“No.”

“Do you want to stay here tonight?”

A smirk forms on Nico’s lips, his hands finding their way to your hips. “Yes.”

Giggling you lean up, kissing him again. This time you don’t pull back immediately, your arms finding their way over his shoulders. His tongue brushes against yours and you push yourself closer to him, fingers curling into the fabric of his sweater.

“Let’s go to my room,” you mumble against his lips before taking his hand and pulling him through your apartment to your bedroom.

“Do you need to finish packing?” Nico asks, his eyes falling to the suitcase on your bed, piles of clothes laying around your room.

“It can wait,” you assure him, setting your suitcase onto the ground. You’re on the bed a second later, letting Nico pull your clothes off. Hands grasping at each other, both knowing that you’d have to go a few weeks without getting to see each other, without getting to touch each other.

Nico makes you finish more times than you ever had in one night, till you’re a shaky, flushed mess. Maybe it was because you would be apart from each other for awhile, maybe he was trying to leave a lasting impression, keep you from wanting to be with anyone else. Whatever the reason, you were more than okay with it.

“I should probably finish packing,” you whisper, head laying on Nico’s shoulder, fingers grazing over his chest.

“Do you need help or anything?” Nico offers.

“No, there’s not that much left to do,” you tell him as you pull some clothes back on.

Nico spends the rest of the evening keeping you company while you finish packing and doing last minute preparation around your apartment. By the time you get to bed that night you know that neither of you was going to end up with an adequate amount of sleep that night. But you didn’t mind if it meant spending more time with Nico.

June 2022

You were prepared to spend the summer away from Nico. You didn’t want to, that much you needed to admit. But you weren’t his girlfriend, he wasn’t your boyfriend. There was no reason for any variation to Nico’s normal summer plans.

So you had said goodbye to him the night before he flew back to Switzerland to spend time with his friends and family. You managed to hold back your emotions till he left and you couldn’t hold the tears back any longer.

You kept yourself busy, picking up extra shifts when you could to keep your mind off of missing him. You knew it wasn’t normal, to have these feelings for someone who you were refusing to be more than just friends with benefits with.

Of course the two of you continued talking, text messages being exchanged when the time difference would allow for it. But it wasn’t until he called you one evening that you were really reminded that whatever was going on between you two was a lot more than what you were willing to say out loud.

“Hey,” you greet as you answer the phone, sitting in your living room, watching re-runs of your favourite TV show.

“Hi,” Nico replies, his voice was quiet but you could hear a slight slur in his words. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, not a lot, watching TV,” you tell him, sitting up straighter on the couch, eyes narrowing as you stare at the other end of the couch. “What are-,” you can’t even finish asking what he was doing before he cuts you off.

“With who?” Nico asks and there’s something in his tone that makes you feel like it’s more of an accusation than a genuine question.

“Nobody…why?”

“You’re watching TV by yourself on a Friday night?”

“Well it’s 6PM here,” you remind him. “But yes, I’m watching TV alone, why?”

“Right,” Nico mutters. “I miss you.”

“Are you drunk?”

“No,” Nico replies quickly. “Yes,” he admits just as quickly, without you even needing to question him on it. “We went out for drinks, I had too many.”

“Well did you at least have fun?” you ask, holding back a laugh.

“Yeah…I wish you were here though.”

Your silent for a little too long, wracking your brain for what to say. ‘Me too’ didn’t feel right, even if it was the truth. “You’ll be back in a couple months,” you finally whisper.

“I don’t want to wait that long,” Nico mumbles. “I want you to come here.”

Laughing softly you roll your eyes to yourself, leaning back into the couch.

“I’m not joking,” Nico states, clearly taking offence to your laughter.

“I can’t,” you tell him, nervously fiddling with a loose thread on your shorts.

“Why not? I’ll buy you a flight, you can stay with me or I can get you a hotel or whatever, it doesn't matter.”

“That’s not the problem, Nico,” you tell him, though if you were seriously considering his suggestion it probably would have been a problem.

“Then what is?”

“We-,” you begin, pausing to take a deep breath. “We’re not together…I’m not your girlfriend, Nico. I’m not going to fly halfway across the world and meet your friends and family when we’re not even together,” you explain.

The silence that follows is so long that you begin to wonder if he was even still there. But you sit in the silence, with each second growing more and more uncomfortable.

“I love you.”

“Nico,” you whisper, eyes welling with tears. You weren’t even sure where your emotions were coming from, but they were beyond overwhelming. “You don’t…you don’t mean that. You’re drunk-.”

“I do,” Nico insists, knowing where you were about to go with your sentence. Maybe he wasn’t as drunk as you thought, but you didn’t want to truly admit that.

“Can we talk tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Nico mumbles.

“Get some sleep, okay?”

“Okay,” Nico whispers. “Have a good night.”

The two of you did talk the next day. But at no point did either of you bring up the night before. Maybe he didn’t remember it. Maybe he no longer wanted to discuss it now that his mind was no longer clouded by alcohol. Either way you were pretty sure it was the best outcome for both you and him.

October 2022

“I like this one,” you say, pointing out a small pumpkin sitting on the edge of a pallet in the pumpkin patch.

“It’s so small,” Nico comments, chuckling as he stands next to you, staring down at the little pumpkin.

Shrugging you lean down, picking it up. “It’s cute.”

“Like you,” Nico says with a smirk, already anticipating your response.

Rolling your eyes you jokingly take a step away from him. “Gross.”

Reaching over Nico takes your hand, tugging you back towards him. “I know you like it.”

Shaking your head you let go of his hand, running it up his arm to wrap around his shoulders. Pushing yourself onto your tip toes you press your lips to his. “I do,” you admit, stepping back from him. “Now pick your pumpkin so we can go home and carve them.”

After Nico picks out and pays for the pumpkins you head back to your apartment, stopping on your way there to pick up dinner and a couple bottles of wine.

“Do you want the shiraz or the zinfandel?” you call to Nico, pulling a couple glasses of wine out from the cupboard.

Glancing over your shoulder you watch Nico set the pumpkins down on the table, a smile on his face. “You know that I don’t know the difference.”

Giggling you open the drawer in the kitchen, rifling through it for your wine opener. “I want to try the zinfandel,” you tell him, jumping as you feel his hands on your hips, tugging your back into his chest.

“Sounds great to me,” Nico whispers, leaning down and kissing your neck gently.

With a quiet, pleasure filled sigh you let yourself melt into him, the warmth of his body radiating into you. “Thanks for doing this with me.”

“Doing what?” Nico asks, letting you turn around in his arms to face him.

“This whole pumpkin thing, I know it’s kind of stupid as adults,” you explain.

Nico shakes his head, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his arms. “It’s not stupid and you don’t need to thank me, I wanted to do this,” Nico assures you.

“I l-,” you begin, stopping yourself short as you realize what you were about to say. I love you. Swallowing heavily you pull yourself back from him, quickly turning around, fumbling with the wine opener.

“What were you going to say?”

Shaking your head you twist the screw into the cork, fingers shaking nervously. “Nothing, it doesn’t matter.”

“It does,” Nico insists, reaching over and placing his hand on your lower back, trying to get your attention again. “Just talk to me.”

“I said it doesn’t matter,” you snap, struggling to wiggle the cork out of the bottle. As the cork pops out of the top of the bottle the sudden change in force sends the bottle slipping across the counter, red wine sloshing out all over the counter as the bottle clatters onto the counter. “Fuck,” you mutter, eyes welling with tears as you reach for the bottle, quickly standing it back up.

As you reach for the towel hanging on the handle of the oven Nico catches your hands, pulling you to face him. “Slow down,” he says gently. “What’s going on?”

The tears that had welled up in your eyes were slipping down your cheeks now, your hands stilled by Nico’s hands stopping you from wiping them away. “I love you,” you exclaim. “Is that what you want to hear?”

Nico is quiet for a few seconds before wrapping his arms around you, rubbing your back gently. “I only want to hear it if you mean it.”

You don’t answer him. You knew you should answer him. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to say it again, you could barely say it once. “I need to clean up the wine,” you whisper, wiggling out of Nico’s arms.

“You should use the paper towel, you’ll stain that one,” Nico tells you, gesturing to the towel you had originally reached for.

“Right,” you whisper, nodding slowly as you stare up at him. You didn’t know what you had expected out of him after that, but it sure wasn’t cleaning tips. After cleaning up the wine from the counter you excuse yourself to the bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror. Wiping away the remnant of your tears you take a few deep breaths, eventually managing to calm yourself enough to venture back to the kitchen.

When you step into the room your eyes find Nico at the table, two glasses of wine and the pumpkins in front of him. “What-?”

“You don’t want to carve them anymore?” Nico asks.

“I-,” you begin, walking through the room to sit down at the table with him. “Yeah, I do.”

For awhile the two of you sit in relative silence, the energy in the room feeling tense. But by the time your glass of wine was empty the tension had dissipated.

You knew you loved him. You knew you meant it when you said it. You knew it before but something in that evening only made you love him even more. He didn’t push you. He didn’t make you feel bad. He was there for you, with you, in whatever way you wanted in that moment.

November 2022

“Jack, I don’t feel good,” you whisper, glancing around the packed night club.

Jack turns his attention away from the group of your friends that he was in the midst of a conversation with. His eyes land on you, nodding slowly as he reaches out, placing his hand on your side to steady your swaying body. “Come on,” he mumbles, guiding you through the building and into one of the single stall bathrooms.

You’re only in the bathroom for a second before you’re hovering over the toilet, the plethora of drinks you had consumed that night coming right back up.

“I’m going to get you some water,” Jack tells you, turning to open the door. “Stay here, okay?”

Nodding you flush the toilet, standing up and placing your hands on the edge of the counter, a steady surface to steady your not so steady self against. You turn the lock on the door, leaning into the counter again, taking deep breath to try to keep

Jack returns a few moments later with a glass of water which you gratefully take. After downing half the glass you feel your eyes fill with tears, drunk mind racing with emotions. “Does he hate me?” you mutter, looking over at Jack.

“What?�� Jack asks, eyebrows furrowed.

“Nico,” you whisper. “Does he hate me? He asked me to take things further again yesterday and I said no.”

“I don’t know, I haven’t talked to him in a few days,” Jack tells you. “Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?”

“Refusing to be his girlfriend and now you’re crying about him.”

Your eyes fall to the ground, trying to find some sort of valid explanation for him. “I don’t want to be in a relationship right now,” you finally whisper.

“Why? You’re obviously into him,” Jack retorts quickly.

“Because, I’m supposed to figure out who I am in university, Jack. I’m supposed to have crazy, fun experiences with new people and I’m not supposed to find the person I’m going to be with for the rest of my life right now and-.”

“He’s not asking you to marry him,” Jack interrupts. “Why are you worried about spending the rest of your life with him right now?”

“Because I don’t want to get my heart broken, I don’t want to get hurt,” you mutter.

“You’re crying about him in a bathroom,” Jack exclaims, shaking his head. “You’re already hurt.”

“No,” you whisper, sniffling softly, tears rolling down your cheeks again. You didn’t want to admit Jack was right, you didn’t want to admit that everything you had done in the last year to keep Nico at a distance had been for nothing. “I want to go home.”

“You can come back to my place,” Jack offers with a sigh, clearly not wanting his night to be over but also not about to leave you alone.

“I’ll just get an Uber,” you tell him, pulling your phone from your pocket.

“I’m not letting you Uber home alone right now.”

You knew it was coming from a place of concern, but you really didn’t want to be the one to wreck his plans for the night. Whatever those plans were. “Fine,” you mutter. “But I don’t want to force you to go home.”

“Well all your friends are here and they’re also drunk so what do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know,” you whine, tipping your head back to look at the ceiling. The tiles are spinning in your mind and your head feels heavy, but you manage to lift it again before the spinning brings on another round of nausea. Your eyes land on Jack, watching him typing something quickly into his phone. You manage to restrain your drunken nosiness from asking who he was talking to, staying silent.

“Nico is going to pick you up,” Jack tells you a few minutes later, making your heart race.

“No,” you exclaim, shaking your head. You couldn’t let him see you like this.

“He’s already on his way,” Jack tells you definitively. “Come on, I’ll walk outside with you and wait for him.”

“Jack,” you whine, following him out of the bathroom anyway. “This is mean.”

“I offered to take you home,” Jack snaps, clearly annoyed with you for making any attempts to help much harder than necessary.

Sighing you follow him outside, the cold night air feeling refreshing to your nightclub-induced clammy skin. “I’m scared, Jack,” you whisper, standing next to him on the sidewalk.

“Why?”

“He hates me-.”

“He’s picking you up drunk at two in the morning, he doesn’t hate you.”

“Yes, he does,” you repeat. “He hates me but he’s nice a good guy and he’s just coming to pick me up because he’s not a shitty person and I-.”

“Shut up,” Jack groans. “Yeah, he’s a nice guy or whatever but he’s not nice enough to get out of bed and come here to take care of you if he doesn’t still like you.”

Just as Jack finished his sentence a familiar car pulls up along the side of the road. Quickly Jack yanks the passenger’s side door open. “Good luck,” he tells Nico as he guides you into the car.

“You okay?” Nico asks as you pull your seatbelt on, refusing to look across the car at him.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you mutter, eyes focusing out the side window, small raindrops beginning to splatter onto the clear glass. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“Of course I did,” Nico states and you can tell he’s glancing at you when he says it. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t want to either though,” he clarifies.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, finally glancing over at him. "I'm sorry for making this so hard, I'm sorry I can't be who you want me to be right now, I like you so much Nico but I just can't be with you right now."

"It's okay," Nico tells you, his own voice greatly contrasting your unsteady, high-pitched tone. "I'm not going to push anything, if you want me around I'll be here. I'll wait for you."

January 2023

New Year's Eve. It was the one holiday that you seemed to never have a single tradition for. You had spent your New Year's Eve in a new location every year, from your bedroom to house parties to bars. This year though it was going to spent at a nightclub. A nightclub with as many friends as you could possibly wrangle into spending their night’s in a sweaty, loud, sticky nightclub downtown…including Nico.

You had gotten to Jack’s place just after eight, having spent the better part of three hours getting ready with your best friends at your apartment. You had to admit though, the time paid off, your outfit giving you an almost dangerous amount of confidence.

“Where’s Nico?” you ask Jack, watching him pour another round of shots.

You watch Jack’s lips curl into a teasing smirk, glancing at you for a second before returning to his bartending role. “Very interested in him for not being with him.”

“Shut up,” you mutter, taking a sip of your vodka soda. “I’m just curious, it doesn’t mean anything.”

“Here,” Jack states, handing you a shot glass, filled to the brim with tequila. As you reach to take the shot glass he pulls it away, holding it out of your reach. “You have to promise that you’re not going to end up puking and crying about him tonight.”

“Fuck off,” you mutter, reaching over and taking the shot glass from his hand, quickly dumping it into your mouth. You force the liquid down your throat with a wince, shuddering as you set the empty glass down onto the counter.

“If I hear you say you’re not feeling good I will be finding someone else to take care of you.”

“I’ve never been that drunk in my life before, Jack. Stop acting like it happens frequently,” you whine.

Jack chuckles, opening another beer. “You’re still that embarrassed about it, hey?”

“It was embarrassing,” you exclaim, glancing around the apartment, your interest piquing as your eyes sweep by the front door. Looking back you see Nico, struggling to yank his jacket off while holding a case of beer in one hand. “I’ll be right back,” you mutter to Jack, hurrying over to the door. “Need some help?” you ask Nico, taking the beer from his hand to let him take his jacket off.

“Thanks,” he says with a chuckle, balancing his coat on a stack over a hook on the wall. He turns his attention back you, his eyes gazing up and down your body. “You look hot,” he comments.

You can’t help but giggle at his comment, your cheeks reddening. “Well it took me long enough to get ready so I’m glad I got something out of it.” Turning around you head towards the kitchen with Nico’s beer.

Nico has his hands on your hips, stopping you in your tracks a moment later. “You can get anything you want looking like that,” Nico whispers.

Your breath catches in your throat, your back hitting Nico’s chest as you come to a stop. “It’s nine, Nico. We’ve got at least three more hours to go.”

“And?” Nico mumbles.

Giggling you lean back into him, tipping your head back to look up at him. “And if you keep this up I won’t be able to make it till midnight without trying to get you back to my place.”

Nico chuckles, his hand slipping around to your ass as he moves to walk towards the kitchen. Your cheeks warm even further at the contact, watching him take the beer from you, unloading a few of them into Jack’s fridge.

By the time you get to the club that night you’re a little more than tipsy, knowing you wouldn’t need to spend much money at the bar that night. The night had started with a lot of flirting between you and Nico, but once you arrived at the club you found yourself swept away with a few of your other friends.

Before you knew it you were standing in a group with just a couple of your friends and quite a few men you had never met before. There’s a man standing next to you who had his hands on you more than was accidental. A hand on your back as he squeezed by to order another drink, fingers brushing against yours, body pressing to yours while he leaned in to try to hear something someone said. You didn’t dislike it, you knew he was flirting with you and part of you was enthralled by that, by the attention. But every time it happened your mind would find its way back to Nico.

“Let’s get you another drink,” Peter, who you had just discovered the name of, says.

Your eyes glance down at your empty drink before letting him guide you to the bar with his hand on your waist. You order your drink and Peter pulls out his wallet. The two of you make small talk while you sip on your new drink. He was attractive, you had to admit that. But that’s about where it stopped. There was nothing about his personality that enticed you, but selfishly you did like the attention.

But you’re not able to see where things would go with him because the next thing you know Nico is pushing his way through the crowd to be at your side.

“What are you doing?” Nico asks you, not even acknowledging the man you were talking to.

Shrugging your shoulders your eyes flick back and forth from Nico to Peter and back to Nico. “What do you mean?”

Nico shakes his head with a cold chuckle, reaching down and taking your hand. “Come on, you’re done here.”

“Nico,” you whisper, eyes drilling into his. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t,” Nico mutters, shaking his head. “You know what I’m talking about, let’s go.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you state definitively, staring into his eyes as you match his intensity.

“What’s going on?” Peter interjects, catching both you and Nico’s attention.

“I think you should go,” Nico tells him before you have a chance to get a single word in.

“Why?” Peter asks with a cold chuckle. “She clearly isn’t interested in you, why would I go anywhere?”

You don’t even process what’s happening till Peter is stumbling backwards, hand on his jaw where Nico’s fist had just met with it. Thankfully a bouncer pulls Peter back before he can retaliate, Nico frozen in place, just as stunned by his actions as everyone else in that club.

You weren’t happy with Nico’s actions but you turn towards him anyway, grasping his arms a second later. “What the hell?” you exclaim, frantic eyes searching his for any type of answer.

Before Nico has a chance to say anything a bouncer is at his side, nodding towards the door. “You gotta go.”

“I-,” Nico begins before turning in the direction of the door, knowing he wasn’t going to argue his way out of this one.

You watch the bouncer guiding Nico towards the door, realizing you weren’t also being kicked out. You didn’t need to go. You could stay, you could keep drinking, celebrate New Years in this club. But the further and further Nico got with the bouncer the more uneasy you felt. So you let your legs carry you through the club and out the front door, into the freezing night air with Nico.

“Nico,” you call as you watch him walking away from the club, clearly with no real destination in mind.

“What?” Nico snaps, turning back around to look at you. “What do you want?”

“You’re really mad at me right now?” you yell, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to keep yourself warm.

“Yes,” Nico exclaims. “Are you serious right now?”

“I’m not your girlfriend, Nico.”

Nico shakes his head, laughing coldly. “I guess not,” Nico yells. “But whatever, it doesn’t matter anymore, I’m fucking done with this, I’m done with you.”

“Nico,” you mumble, walking closer to him, hoping something, anything you would say could convince him that it wasn’t that serious. “Please don’t say that.”

“No, I’m over this, I’m not going to keep fighting for you if you don’t give a fuck about me.”

“I do care about you,” you yell back at him, your voice hoarse and shaky. “I care about you so much, Nico, you don’t even know.”

“If you cared about me you wouldn’t be trying to fuck other guys right in front of me.”

“I-,” you begin, realizing you didn’t even know what your justification was about to be. Because, to be honest, you didn’t have one. “I’m sorry,” you finally croak.

“Just go back inside, I don’t fucking care,” Nico mutters, slurred words finally giving away his drunken state.

“I do,” you yell, walking closer to him. “I don’t want to go back inside, Nico. I don’t want to leave you…I do care.”

“Why?” Nico snaps, staring down at you intently now that you were standing just a foot in front of him.

“Because I love you,” you exclaim, the words leaving your mouth before you even had a chance to process them.

“Then don’t try to fuck other people,” Nico mutters, sliding his jacket off his arms now that you were close enough for him to realize you were shaking, gently placing it over your shoulders.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper again, tears welling in your eyes. You slip your arms into his jacket, tugging it tight around your body. “Please, I can’t lose you. I don’t want to be with him, I don’t want to be with anyone else. I want you.”

Nico steps back, taking a deep breath as he looks around the night sky for a minute. “Okay,” Nico mutters and you’re sure it’s more to himself than to you. “Do you want to go back in?”

“I’m not leaving you,” you tell him.

“It’s New Years, go be with your friends, I’m the one who fucked up.”

“No, you didn’t,” you whisper. “I mean, I don’t think you should have punched him but I’m not letting you take all the blame for this...Do you want to come over to my place?”

“Okay…sure, yeah, if that’s what you want to do,” Nico says, reaching over and pulling you into him, rubbing his hand along your arm, trying to warm you up.

So the two of you head back to your apartment, spending the rest of New Year's Eve together, just the two of you and a bottle of champagne.

It wasn’t the New Year's Eve you were expecting. It wasn’t necessarily the New Year's Eve you wanted, but maybe it was the New Year's Eve you needed. The wake up call that you had gone far beyond just friends with benefits. Even if you weren’t ready to accept it.

February 2023

Things had changed after the New Year's Eve incident. Neither of you had verbally talked about what had changed but you both knew it had. It was the second time you told him you loved him. The second time neither of you acknowledged it after it happened. I don’t want to be with anyone else. Your words had continued echoing in your mind and you knew you should deal with those thoughts, those feelings.

But you didn’t.

Maybe you really wanted to keep your commitment to yourself, to not get into a relationship till you had graduated. Maybe you were scared to take that step. Maybe you were embarrassed to ask for that after pushing it away for so long.

So you fell back into the routine you had before. Frequent dates and spending most of your time together in between. It was different, yet the routines remained the same for months.

June 2023

“I need a date to the awards ceremony,” Nico says, referring to the NHL Awards that were approaching quickly.

“I don’t think you need a date,” you reply, looking up over the top of your phone to the other end of the couch, where Nico was sitting.

“Okay…I want a date for the awards,” Nico tells you, reframing his statement.

“Okay,” you mutter, accepting his rephrased sentence.

“Are you going to come with me?”

“No,” you mumble, sitting up straighter on the couch.

“Why not?”

Rolling your eyes you lock your phone, tossing it down next to you. “Nico, you know why. I’m not your girlfriend.”

“This is a big deal for me,” Nico exclaims, clearly already knowing you were going to put up a fight about this. “Just come with me as a friend then.”

“You don’t bring just a friend to that kind of event. I know that much,” you tell him.

Suddenly Nico is on his feet, pacing the length of your living room, making it halfway back before throwing his hands up in defeat. “You can’t just be there for me, support me, even once. I’m getting tired of this…whatever this is.”

“I’m sorry,” you tell him, his words hitting you hard. “I do, I do want to support, I promise.”

Just three days later you’re standing in a fitting room, pulling a dress onto your body. Stepping out of the room your eyes land on Nico, waiting for his reaction to this one. It was the fifth dress you had tried on, Nico telling you he liked all of them.

“I like it,” Nico says, his eyes roaming over your body.

Groaning loudly you turn towards the mirror, adjusting the dress slightly. “Why’d you even insist on coming if you’re not going to give me any input?”

“Because I’m buying it for you,” Nico tells you in a matter-of-fact tone.

“No, you’re not,” you tell him, though it would be pretty helpful for your grad student budget.

“I’m not arguing with you about this.”

“Me neither,” you reply, stepping back into the fitting room to try on another one.

Eventually you narrow it down enough that Nico finally gives his input, once he was simply picking between two dresses. At the till you try to pull your wallet out, Nico’s hand landing on your hands.

“I’m not letting you pay for it, Nico,” you whisper, trying to keep your disagreement out of ear shot of the sales attendant.

“Yes, you are. It doesn’t have to mean whatever you’re thinking, just let me buy the fucking dress,” Nico mutters, his voice carrying an unusually stern tone.

“Okay,” you whisper, eyes widening, stepping back as you watch Nico pull his wallet out and pay for the dress. He carries the bag for you, silence falling between you until you were outside, away from the sanctity of the boutique.

“What’s your problem?” you snap, standing next to Nico’s car, watching him set the bag down into the backseat.

“What?” Nico asks with a loud sigh, slamming the car door a little harder than necessary.

“I don’t know...you’re mad at me for not dating you and-.”

“I’m not mad at you for not dating me,” Nico interrupts. “I’m mad that we are dating and you refuse to admit it.”

“We’re not together,” you state definitively, arms crossed over your chest.

“Okay, whatever, then this is done,” Nico mutters, shaking his head. “Get in the car.”

“I want to go home,” you tell him, yanking the car door open.

“Well that’s where I’m taking you,” Nico grumbles, sliding into the driver’s seat of the car.

The drive back to your apartment is silent, your eyes focused directly ahead of you, the drive seeming longer than you had remembered. Nico pulls into the parking lot, turning the car around so that your side of the car was facing the door, something he had done since the first time he dropped you off at home. Opening the door you slip out, glancing back to find Nico handing you the bag with the dress.

“I don’t want the fucking dress, Nico. I’m not doing this anymore.”

He nods slowly, your words sinking in. “Well what am I going to do with it? Just take it.”

Sighing you reach over, taking the bag from him, knowing it would be easier than continuing to argue about it. “Alright, well,” you mutter, glancing around. “Goodbye…I guess.”

“Bye,” Nico replies, voice strained, eyes barely meeting yours.

You shut the door slowly, walk into your apartment even slower, knowing that if you really did leave it like that it was a big statement. A big statement you weren’t even sure you wanted to be making. But you keep going, till you’re up in your apartment and your eyes are filling with tears.

Your best friend Liv is at your apartment shortly after you tell her what had happened, with a couple bottles of wine and take-out.

“I just don’t get it,” Liv says, sitting on the couch with half a glass of red wine in her hand. “You like him, you two are always together, going on dates. Why won’t you just let him in? Make it official?”

Shrugging you swirl the wine around in your glass, swallowing heavily as another round of tears form in your eyes. “Because I said I wouldn’t, Liv. I promised myself, I would experience things, I would figure myself out before getting into a real relationship.”

“But you’re not doing that,” Liv points out. “You keep saying you don’t want anything serious but you’ve been, what, casually dating this guy for like a year and a half? When’s the last time you went on a date with anyone else?”

Shrugging you try to think back, try to remember the last time you actually even seriously entertained the idea of a date with another man. “I don’t know, last year, I guess.”

“When’s the last time you hooked up with anyone other than him?”

“Liv, I don’t know. It’s been awhile, I get it,” you exclaim, sighing loudly. “I’m scared.”

“Scared of what?” Liv asks, voice gentle and reassuring despite your outburst. “You’ve always been scared of getting hurt. But if you don’t let yourself be with someone you’re never going to even have the opportunity for what else could happen.”

“No,” you whisper, wiping away a few tears that had pooled under your eyes. “I’m scared that I pushed him away…for good this time.”

Liv reaches over, placing her hand on your leg. “You’ve been doing this for a year, I don’t think this has to be the last time…if you’re actually going to let him in this time. But if you’re not, if you’re still not ready, maybe it should be for good.”

Liv stays with you for most of the night, watching reality tv and finishing off the wine she had brought over. You didn’t talk much more about Nico, wanting to get your mind off of the situation for awhile, to let yourself calm down.

You contemplated reaching out to Nico. From hours after to days after. But you didn’t know what to say and he wasn’t saying anything either. So you didn’t say anything at all, till you were only a couple days away from the NHL Awards and all you could think about was Nico telling you that he wanted you to be there to support him.

Pulling your phone out you scroll through your contacts, finding the one you were looking for and pressing the call button.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Hey, um, if I book a flight to Nashville and a hotel and everything can you bring me with you on Monday?”

“To the awards?”

“Yeah.”

“No. What the hell? You’ve been fucking with Nico’s feelings for so long and now you’re going to try to come with me instead?”

“No, that’s not what I mean, Jack,” you mumble, tears welling in your eyes. “I just…I want to be there for him, I can’t miss it, Jack, I can’t. I fucked up, I know I’ve been a shitty person to him and I don’t know how I can change that but I need to see him and I need him to know that I care and I don’t want to lose him and-.”

“Okay,” Jack exclaims, cutting you off. “Holy shit, yeah, okay, you can come. Are you okay?”

“I don’t know,” you admit, pulling your knees to your chest, staring across the living room at the dark TV, your reflection looking back at you. “I love him, Jack.”

“But you don’t want to be with him.”

“I do.”

“You need to tell him that then. I’ll text you later, okay?”

“Thank you, Jack.”

“Of course. But you really need to figure this out with him because I can’t handle being in the middle of you two fighting.”

“I will.”

You woke up extra early the morning of the awards. Not on purpose, you had an entire day to get ready. But you were too anxious to stay asleep. So you pulled yourself out of bed and tried to spread out the process of getting ready through the day so you wouldn’t have much time to ruminate on everything alone in the quiet hotel room.

Finally you’re heading down the elevator after what felt like the longest day of your life to meet Jack out front on the way to the arena.

“You look good,” Jack tells you as you pull your seatbelt on, adjusting your dress.

“Thanks,” you whisper, your mind so preoccupied with Nico that you were barely registering anything that was happening around you.

When you get to the venue your stomach is churning with so much anxiety you begin to worry you might throw up. “I don’t know what to say to him,” you admit as you walk next to him.

“Sorry might be a good start.”

“Yeah,” you whisper, more to yourself than to anyone else. You force a few deep breaths into your lungs as you follow Jack, till you’re standing just a few feet away from Nico. When your eyes meet you can visibly see the confusion flash across his face, eyes darting between you and Jack.

“What?” Nico begins, Jack stepping back as he says it.

“I’m not getting in the middle of this,” Jack says, hurrying off in the other direction to leave you alone with Nico.

“I’m sorry,” you say, voice shaky. “I’m so sorry, Nico. I shouldn’t have pushed you away so much. And maybe this is too little, too late, I don’t know, but I want to be here for you. You can tell me to go, I understand if you don’t want me here.”

“Of course I want you here,” Nico tells you, reaching over and taking your hand, tugging you closer. “I just can’t keep doing this. I want to be with you, I want this to be real and if not-.”

“I want that too,” you whisper, shaky fingers clutching at Nico’s arms.

“What? Why? Why now?” Nico asks, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Because I realized how stupid I’ve been. I was scared, I was holding onto this idea that I needed to figure something out before I let myself get into a relationship,” you tell him, trying so hard to come up with words that would explain everything, make everything okay. “I was waiting for something, some revelation or something, but I don’t even know what I was waiting for because I don’t want anything else, I just want to be with you and I’m sorry that I didn’t just accept that earlier. I shouldn’t have made you wait like this.”

Nico nods as he listens to your rambling explanation, watching your eyes welling with tears. When you finish talking Nico pulls you into him, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “I would have waited as long as you needed.”

Sniffling you pull back, wiping away the tears from your eyes before they could roll onto your cheeks. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be crying like this,” you say with nervous laugh. “I, um, I don’t know what to do now…we’re here to celebrate you, how…where…what happens now?”

Nico chuckles quietly, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours gently. “Just stay with me, you don’t need to worry about anything else.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you say, taking Nico’s hand in yours, moving to his side. “I love you,” you whisper.

Nico glances down at you, his lips curling into a smile. “I love you too.”

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youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms · 1 year

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Could You Just Try To Listen?

Words: 1175

Warnings: angst, me almost forgetting about Luke's adorable dog named Roxy, probably poor writing and OOC characters but whatever

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I've been writing some angst lately. It's a lot of fun tho

My requests still are closed, vibing with life like that.

Based off of the bridge of Taylor Swift's song Sad Beautiful Tragic

Distance, timing, breakdown, fighting Silence, the train runs off its tracks Kiss me, try to fix it, could you just try to listen? Hang up, give up and for the life of us, we can't get back

Also the end being based off of Taylor's song That Was The Moment I Knew

Anywho, enjoy

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Y/N stared at the empty seat in front of her. He was supposed to be home over an hour ago. Where was he? She checked her phone again and saw that he still hadn't texted her back. She sighed as she turned it off. This wasn't the first time it had happened. She got up and began to clear away the table. Putting the uneaten food into containers and then cleaning the plates before placing them into the washer.

She glanced at the table as she heard the noise of her phone vibrating. She knew from the rhythm that it was a call, but she ignored it. She continued to clean up and get ready for bed. She heard her phone go off a few more times as she removed her makeup and jewelry. Changed into pajamas before she finally checked it.

6 missed calls and around 20 texts. At least had finally remembered that she existed. She still ignored him. She didn't want to deal with it. With him. She just wanted to forget about this. Forget that for the millionth time he forgot her.

So when the time came and he opened the door, Y/N just stared at the TV and continued to pet Roxy. She heard him drop his bag as he shut the door. She was silent as he walked over to her.

"Y/N, are you okay." She nodded, "You didn't call me back. Or respond to my text." She shrugged, "Y/N?"

"Do you know what today is?"

"Friday."

"So that's all it is? Just a friday?"

"Should it be more."

She scoffed as she stood up. "It's Friday October 5th." She crossed her arms, "Does that sound familiar to you Luke?"

"Y/N, I--"

"You promised me that you'd be here! And you didn't have a case, Luke! You...you what? Forgot? Got caught up? Lied?" When he didn't say anything she sighed and sat back down on the couch. "Luke, this isn't the first time even."

"What do you mean?"

She looked at him hopelessly, "We've been growing in distance. It feels like your never here and when you are it's like you're not! All it feels like is that you need me for is sex."

He sat next to her, "It's not."

She leaned her head back, letting it fall back onto the small table behind it. "I thought it would be different, you know? Different than when you were on the Fugitive Task Force. Different because we're married. But it seems like ever since that last one happened all that has happened is distance between the two of us." She lifted her head to look at him again, "You were supposed to be here today. Two weeks ago for date night. 3 weeks before that my birthday. 5 days before that my sisters engagement party." She rubbed her eyes, "Everyone was asking where you were and I had to tell them that you were at work." She looked down at her hands, "Even though you promised me you would take off to be at those events." She ran a hand though her hair, "And those are only in the past month and a half."

"So you're blaming my job?"

She scoffed, " I am not blaming you're job, I'm blaming you!"

"How is that not blaming my job, Y/N?!" He angrily stood up, "My job that helps pay the bills while you are jobless going through school! I mean, you seriously think I can be home all of the time?"

"I know that you can't Luke! But what I do fucking want is for you to keep your promises! Promises that you make to be here when it's important! I mean fuck, Luke, it's our 2nd wedding anniversary and you couldn't seem less interested!"

"We've had another anniversaries and we'll have more, it's just one!"

"One of how many, Luke? One of one? Two? Three, four, five, six, seven?!" She angrily stood up, "Did you know that if the couple is lucky enough to make it through their first year, they usually divorce at 7? Did you know that?"

When he didn't say anything she just let out a small scream and stormed to their bedroom. She didn't even grab a suitcase. Just clothes and a travel bag full of her bathroom products. She stormed out of the room with the bag and clothes in her arms. She grabbed her purse and keys before storming to the door.

That was when Luke finally spoke again. "Where're you going, Y/N?"

She stopped to look at him, "Anywhere else. I'm not gonna sit here and listen to you say it's fucking okay that you missed those things. But it's not. God only knows what everyone was thinking when you didn't show to my birthday and then at my sisters engagement. You should have been at both of those events! I kept looking at the door, waiting for you to walk through them, but you didn't. You didn't walk through them. Everyone left and all I had from you was a text saying sorry, you had a local case, but you were done. But the team was going to O'Keefe's and you were joining them."

"I asked you to join us."

She let out an exasperated sigh, "But I didn't, you know what I did do though?

He looked like he was thinking for a moment before continuing, "You weren't home that day. When I asked you, you told me you were staying at your sisters. When you came home I..."

He trailed off and she continued, "You got mad at me. Because I didn't respond. And I got mad at you for not being there. We went back and forth. Just like now." He walked over to her and tried to wrap his arms around her, but she just shrugged him off. He tried to kiss her but she pushed him away. "You're not even listening, Luke. We can't just kiss and make up, it's more than that."

"Then what is it? What can I do to make it up?"

She shook her head, "I don't think you can, Luke. I've been trying to get you to notice for months now, but you haven't, not once." She ran a hand though her hair, "I think we just ran our course."

"So are you suggesting, what? We get a divorce?"

"Luke, I should have done this before. After my birthday. You should have been here and if you had, I would have been happy. This was just the tipping point." She placed her hand on the door knob and twisted it open. "I'm sorry Luke. I really am."

And as she walked out of that door, that was the moment Luke knew that she was the only person he needed. And that was the moment Luke knew that he was never going to get her back. That this really was the final moment that just pushed it over the edge.

That was the moment he knew that he should have been there.

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fangirlinsince1998 · 2 years

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Rooftop escape

Hi guys. I literally have not written in about 2 years but had this weird as fantasy in the middle of class today (yes blame me and call a girl out) it is PURE FILTH of Ashton. So enjoy. 4.1K

I was dragging my feet towards my favourite rooftop bar. The last week had been upright hell; nothing could describe it better. I had picked a fight with my best friend over something that was so irrelevant (and now far too stubborn to make up) and had been broken up with by my situationship. I know, situationship, but this had been going on for about 7 months, so maybe I was absolutely off better without someone who wouldn’t even claim me as their own.

Not to throw a pity party but that is why my feet were dragging towards the hotel’s luxurious rooftop bar. I deserved it. I deserved to sit just for one night to wallow in my own feelings whilst drinking a pint of my favourite beer and stare over the city.

The elevator chimed as we reached the 17th floor. There was a chill in the air but the October evening was beautiful and autumnal. Not a lot of people were situated on the roof but the waiter greeted me with a friendly smile and showed me to a table in the far corner. I thanked him briefly and sat down, grabbing my book and ordering a nice IPA. I know, who even am I, sitting with a book, in a bar by herself, but I needed this time right now, to not think about anything that was going on, and since it wasn’t busy at the bar I felt less watched and judged. The whole ‘you shouldn’t care what people think’ attitude had gotten on my last nerve, because I do care, I do care what people think of me and I will absolutely feel judged and called out.

The waiter came over with the beer as I flipped a page: “just let me know if you need anything else, I’ll be right over there” he pointed by the entrance to the hotel. I nodded with a smile “thank you very much” as my eyes drifted back to the book. As I was sipping the beer I kept reading over the same sentences again and again without taking in what the words were saying. I sighed and put the book down, stole a few glances around, the bar had gotten a bit more crowded as the darkness was falling. I pulled out my tobacco and started rolling a cigarette as my phone chimed:

I think we need to talk

That was all it said. The sender being the guy that had not even had the guts to ask me out properly. I sighed again and rubbed my eyes.

There is nothing to talk about

I typed out and hit send before I could even overthink it. I deserved better, and I had finally realised that. It did take a breakup and a week of crying but deep down I knew that this was for the better. I rested my head in my hands for a few seconds before grabbing my lighter and lighting my cigarette. The smoke filling my lungs as my phone vibrated again, I rolled my eyes and looked down

I know I made the call, but I regret now, I miss you

Obviously, he misses me, it’s a Friday night at 9pm, it is probably because he doesn’t want to go out or open up tinder to find another person to hook up with. I blew a puff of smoke out as I locked the phone again, not even taking the energy to respond to the message. Who does that. My heart ached at the thought, who just breaks up with someone just like that, and then a week later comes to terms with that that wasn’t what they wanted. Unreal.

“Can I buy you a refill, you look like you need it” a voice chimed in with a small hint of a smile in the tone. I looked up as I took another drag of my cigarette, staring at the not even just handsome, but beautiful man in front of me: “Is it that obvious that I need one?” I chimed back. He chuckled softly brushing his curls out of his face, “is it rude if I say yes?” I smiled at the response, humour, “well kind of but you are also absolutely right”. He stood still watching me for a second as I took another drag of the cigarette, almost finishing it off, “wanna talk about it?” I looked at him, “you know, I normally don’t do myself in spilling my guts to strangers”, my defences where kicking in a little but I was also intrigued by the sheer boldness of the handsome man.

“Well what about spilling your guts to a friend?” he reached his hand out, as if we had meant to be meeting, “Ashton”, I smiled as I took his hand. His hand being almost the double of mine, his fingertips feeling rough against my palm as he slid his hand into mine, “you know, that doesn’t sound too bad” I smiled, “Y/N”. His face broke into a grin as he retreated his hand and turned around, “ill grab you that drink”.

Here we were 3 hours later, had chatted through literally every single topic in the world. He had heard the story about my ex-situation and my best friend, and probably every single scenario that had caused hurt in the last 2 years of my life, whilst he had shared his insecurities about his lifestyle as a musician, being sober and ex-partners. I was on my 4th pint as he rolled up a joint for himself. He held it towards me “want a puff?” I giggled, heat rising to my cheeks, “no I don’t really smoke, it makes me super anxious”, he grinned, “well pick your poison I guess”, I held my glass up, “cheers to that”.

Under the table his legs extended and brushed against mine, a small sigh left my lips as I dwelled on the innocent move. His eyes locked with mine, staring me down, as if he was staring deep into my soul. His leg brushing up against mine again. This time it had to be on purpose. He took a long drag from is joint. I don’t know if it was the few drinks that gave me the courage, but the words left my mouth before I could even stop them: “You do this often?” he raised an eyebrow as he exhaled the smoke in my direction, “what do you mean,” “I mean come to the rooftop bars of hotels, use your rockstar charm to get to know girls, making it seem all innocent,” “You think I have rockstar charm?” I rolled my eyes “that was absolutely not what I needed you to focus on in that question,” he chuckled and hummed, the sound going straight to my brain and core. His foot hooked behind my leg and pulled it closer to him. My breathing stopped for just a split second before he continued:

“No Y/N, I don’t do this often,” he leaned back as he finished his joint, “so what makes this time different,” I held my breath, not wanting to push him too far, “who would I be to pass on a pretty face like yours when you’re sitting here by yourself” my cheeks started to heat up as I kept eye contact with him, “I have a pretty face?” it was his turn to roll his eyes, “that is what you focused on in that sentence,” I leaned in on my elbows closer to him, “yes that is what I will focus on”, he copied my movements and moved in closer to me, his chin resting on his palms, the tension in the air filling with electricity as his other leg hooked behind my other under the table,

“yes baby, you have a fucking pretty face, and you don’t need me to tell you that,” I could feel his eyes going from my eyes to my lips and back up again. His tongue poked out as he licked his lips. My eyes following his every move. “So do you,” I blurted out, “I have a pretty face?” his voice low, I leaned in a little closer and whispered “you don’t even know” from here I could see every freckle on his face and every little frown line he had as he was staring me down. His face inching closer to mine, and for just a second I thought he was going to kiss me there and then. But he pulled back, breaking the connection just a little bit as he cleared his throat, “this is really going to sound like I do this often, but I do have a hotel room in the hotel if you want to relocate, it is getting quite chilly,” a small giggle left my lips, “quite chilly” I murmured, we both knew that was absolute bs but I took it, “yeah babe, that sounds like a plan,” a look of relief washed over his face as he pushed himself away from the table and stood up waiting for me.

I packed my book back into my bag and grabbed my phone heading towards him. His eyes locked with mine, and just for a second the whole world disappeared around us. In that moment, it was only us. A feeling I hadn’t felt in a while, but maybe it was just the alcohol speaking and the fact that the tall handsome man was walking next to me. He glanced down at me as he pressed the elevator button. Few seconds passed and the doors opened smoothly. We got in on opposite sides, as he pressed the button 10.

I couldn’t for the life of me figure out if the tension in the air was awkward or if it was the sexual frustration of two adults not knowing what we were getting ourselves into. I gazed over at him and met his eyes instantly. His eyes locked straight into mine as he had already been staring.

“Fuck it,” he whispered as he crossed the elevator in a big stride and pushed me up against the wall as his lips crashed against mine. For just a split second I was flabbergasted, not too sure what was going on, but it was only that one second it took before my hands grasped at his roots as I opened my mouth to deepen the kiss. He broke away for a moment to catch his breath before leaning back in, this time taking his time. His lips moulded into mine as he sucked onto my bottom left. A soft whine escaped my lips as he pushed he harder into the wall behind me. His body firm and big against mine. I opened my mouth further as his tongue slowly slipped into my mouth, timid and exploring; taking his time as he deepened the kiss. The ding of the elevator got us pushing each other away and taking deep frantic breaths.

He looked at me and started laughing softly, “I’m sorry,” he paused “I just couldn’t help myself,” I looked him dead in the eye as I responded “good,” “good” he said back is he grabbed for my hand and dragged me out the open doors towards one of the room doors.

As soon as the key card opened the door he was on me again. My centre pulsating at the mere thought of this stunning man claiming his mouth on mine. He slammed shut the door as he unbuttoned my jacket I was wearing, throwing it down behind him carelessly and pushing me against the wall. His hands groping for my wrists finally finding them and guiding the above my head, “I know we haven’t talked this through” he whispered in my ear, goosebumps erupting all over my body, “and I need you to tell me if anything is not working for you,” I swallowed “but all I can think about is how badly I need to fuck you,” not sure to even test the waters on what this man was into I just spoke my mind, “I need you to do that, hard and rough, can you do that for me baby,” I moaned back as his lips latched onto my neck.

He paused for just a second which made me think I had said something wrong, or that he wasn’t into rough sex, but then I could physically feel his lips curving up in a smile, “oh look at who is being a good girl, are you sure you can handle that,” I had to squeeze my thighs together as the words good girl reached my ears, “why don’t you see for yourself Ashton, and I’ll show you what a good girl I can be,” as the words left my mouth he moaned out loud. I don’t think I have every heard anything quite as attractive before, but he didn’t even give me time to dwell upon it before his lips were back on mine, his tongue invading my mouth deliciously. I moaned in response, trying to get my hands away from his grasp to touch him.

He shook his head as he released my hands that instantly fell to his jacket and started unzipping it. I dropped to the floor, just as the same time he did. Down on his knees, my hands now in his hair as I looked at him in anticipation. I tucked on the roots as he let out a growl, before dragging his large hands from my ankles, up my thighs and under my skirt. He pulled at the nylon tights I was wearing and tore them down my legs in a swift motion. His breath was fanning over my core, I could feel it even through the layer of my skirt and my cotton thong I was wearing. I closed my eyes briefly, but opened them quickly as his palms spread out over my thighs, the tips of his fingers lingering at the hem of my thong.

“Eyes on me,” he commanded, I gulped, as I my eyes found his again, pupils fully blown as he lifted my skirt and scrunched it in his hands, making our eye contact last. His face leaned in closer as his poked out his tongue and licked a strip from my clothed core to my clit. Even through the fabric of my panties and obscene moan left my lips. His nose nudged my clit as he went in one more time, dampening my underwear even more than it already was. I pulled at his hair, and his hum in response made my knees buckle and my eyes shut.

“Didn’t I say eyes on me,” he spoke harshly, clearly watching my every move, “yes” I breathed out. He pulled his face away from my still clothed core “I thought you were going to be a good girl for me,” I swallowed harshly, “I am,” I breathed out, fully knowing this was not the response he wanted from me.

“I don’t think you are,” he got to his feet swiftly, towering over me pushing me towards the desk, bumping me into it harshly. I let out a gasp, his hands let go of my skirt and travelled up my body, dragging my top off and throwing it on the floor with the other discarded items. His hands cupping my breasts before on travelled up to my mouth, tracing my lips before gently pushing the digits in. I moaned as I took the invitation and sucked his thumb into my mouth with pleasure and for just a second his eyes glazed over as I worked my tongue over his fingers sucking it harshly, imagining what I’d rather have in my mouth instead. His other hand travelling up the valley of my breast towards my neck.

We both knew this was unspoken territory and he was testing the waters, and as my eyes darkened as his big hand wrapped around my neck he smiled, “you are full of surprises” he exhaled as I let go off his finger to let out a strangled breath whilst he put more pressure on my throat. “Look at you,” he whispered as he dragged is finger down my breasts and over my hardened nipples. He spun me around harshly, making me face the mirror behind us “no literally, look at you,”

I made eye contact with myself in the mirror, as his hand around my throat lifted me towards him, his front pressing against my back, as he got closed and slowly bit down on my earlobe. His breath fanning across the side of my face made me moan again, the tension in the air was unbearable. I needed him now. Right now. My eyes took him in behind me, his large frame draped over mine, his hand squeezing my throat harder as for just a second my breath stopped. Every single cell in my body was tingling waiting for his next move.

“You’re looking so fucking pretty for me, all desperate,” he sighed as he rutted against me. I could feel his hard on press against my back side, “are you gonna do something about it, or does a girl have to do everything by herself” I shot back. He pulled me closer to him as his hips started grinding into me harder. “Watch your mouth,” He responded, “or else?” I shot back, “be a good boy for me and fuck me,”.

Even to that he had no come back as his hands left my body for a split second to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants. His fingers hooked in my thong pulling it to the side. I was watching him through the mirror as he stared down at my heat, probably at this point drenching me so badly it could probably be seen smeared on the insides of my thighs. “What has gotten you this wet baby,” his eyes locked with mine through the mirror, and just as I was about to respond, he dragged his fingers down my slick folds.

I moaned out loud, not being able to stop myself, his eyes never leaving my face, “you.” I breathed out. “You have gotten me this wet, since the moment you sat down at that stupid table”. He chuckled clearly happy with the response. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, sucking the two digits in, he hummed in response, my eyes glued to his every move, “tasting even better than I imagined,”

“You know what, I think I’d feel even better than you’d imagined too,” he tutted, “getting impatient are we now,” his tip slowly dragging through my folds, and just before I could respond he pressed his tip in. My head fell down hanging on my shoulders as I moaned out. I had always been vocal but the noises this man was hearing was far more than I normally let out. I just couldn’t help it, he lit every single part of my body on fire, making me more alert than ever.

“yes just like that baby,” I whispered as I lifted my head back up to look at him, His eyes staring down at were our bodies were connected. He pushed in further, my heat clenching around him harder than ever, burning but in the most delicious way. “Yes you’re taking me so well,” he breathed out, as he also bottomed out. To say I was so wet I was dripping down my thighs was an understatement, making his entrance smooth.

“Look at me while I fuck you” he moaned out as he pulled out and slammed back in. I sighed in relief as he started pounding into me. My boobs moving back and forth harshly before his one hand grabbing me under them pulling me flush against him. “I fucking love this” he moaned as he through the mirror was eyeing my nipple piercing adorning my right breast. Our eyes met in the mirror as his other hand grabbed my hair pulling it harshly to get me closer to him, if even physically possible. I swore under my breath as a stream of profanities and praises “yes Ash, just like that, don’t stop” and obviously feeding into my praises to the fullest he moaned out louder “you feel fucking incredible,” as he sped up, thrusting into me harder.

The vein on the underside of his cock rubbing against my walls so harshly I wasn’t even sure how long I’d last. His hand from my breast apparently read my mind as it snaked its way down my stomach as he toyed with my clot, “yes, cum for me,” he let out a strangled breath, “I can feel you are close,” I moaned at the pure attention he was giving to me, eating it up and for a brief second just thinking, man I really deserved someone like this always, someone who pays attention and makes it happen. But before the stream of thought could continue he head fell against my shoulder has he pounded into me, my knees turning into jelly as he bit down on my neck. I moaned louder, “fuck,” I gasped out as he latched his tongue over his bite mark. His lips afterwards connecting further with my neck, sucking and biting down as his rhythm was slowing down.

“Ashton,” I moaned out, his eyes shotting up meeting mine in the mirror, “I’m so close,” I whispered, and as if he just fully understood “what do you need from me,” he panted in between thrusts. “Your hands,” I whispered as my core was tightening, “what about them baby, tell me where you need them,” even in this moment his teasing didn’t stop.

“Around my neck,” he hummed clearly waiting for me to beg, and I gladly did at this point, “please choke, me, please I need your hands on my throat,” he smiled as he picked up his thrusts going into me harder, his front slapping into my ass hardly clearly chasing his own high.

His hands settled on my neck, as just as he intensified the pressure of them on me, I came. And I came hard, moans and fucks leaving my mouth as he was fucking me through the orgasm. Even as my vision started to clear up again, his hand still squeezing my neck, I reached up behind me, and grabbed his hair, pulling harshly, my lips catching his in an awkward open mouthed kiss just needing him closer, needing to taste him.

His forehead hit mine as our sweaty skin connected, “come on baby, cum for me” I whispered as he pounded into me further. “Be a good boy,” I continued and apparently that was all he needed as well, he pulled out swiftly and spilled his hot cum on my backside as the most delicious moans were leaving his lips.

I stared at him transfixed by his beauty has his eyes were wired shut as he came down from his high. His body collapsing over mine in an instant. His breath fanning against the side of my face as our breathing synchronized of us both coming down from our highs.

He lifted his head to look at me, a grin spreading all over his face as he blew a strand of curly hair away from his forehead, as he pealed himself away from me. I sighed at the loss of his body against mine but was quickly turned around. He was facing me his hands cupping my cheeks, as bent down and planted a slow and steady kiss on my mouth, lingering on the feeling.

“You are fucking incredible, do you know that” I smiled as I kissed him again, opening my mouth and let his tongue explore mine. Not rushing through it this time, taking our time, exploring each other with more care. My heart swelled at the act. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he sighed, sounding almost as sad as I felt about not kissing him anymore. Something in me was aching, “and then let’s go to bed” he continued reading my thoughts once again; as if he felt the sadness of the hook-up being over and separating our ways. I smiled gently as I cupped his face, and kissed him slowly, “that sounds wonderful,”

To be continued…..

#ashton irwin smut #5sos #5sos fanfic #ashton irwin #ashton irwin imagine #one night stand #fan fic #ashton irwin fanfic #smut #smutsmutsmut #calum hood #luke hemmings #michael clifford #im sorry

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dick or treat

itsy🕷️bitsy: DICK or TREAT! 🍬 It's October 31st.... 🎃🎃🎃 U know what that means?? YOU GUESSED IT! 👻👻 Happy SLUT-O-WEEN.💦💦 The last day of COCKtober… 💦😫😭😭 don’t be a bore 😴 ….so make sure you DRESS 👠 like a TOTAL 💅🏻 WHORE! 🤸😈🥵 send to ♋️ HALLOWEEN HOES 👯♀️ before MIDNIGHT 🌚 CUMS or you’ll be CURSED 🌀😱 with a NO 🚫 NUT 🥜 NOVEMBER 😩😩👻

itsy🕷️bitsy: I AM SO SORRY

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Read on AO3 or below the cut!

It takes Peter nine full seconds to realize he made an earth-shattering mistake.

The thing is, he’s a horrible victim of circumstance, not that it will make any difference to the cruel, capricious universe. He just wasn’t paying attention. Peter was brushing his teeth with one hand, copied the message from Ned with his other, and mis-clicked. ‘MJ😳❤️’ is right above ‘Mr. Stark💡’, and he was so focused on not sending it to ‘May🌷’ that he didn’t realize what his fat thumb had done.

“NO!” His gasp is agonizing and garbled around the toothpaste he’s spitting everywhere as he frantically taps at his phone, trying desperately to unsend the message. He’s panicking, and that’s not good because the app freezes and force closes, and every second counts here because you can only unsend before two minutes are up—the tick of the clock has never sounded louder, oh for the love of—

By the time Peter gets the text message open again, the worst copypasta in the world blazing at him with all of those horrible emojis, the little gray text in the corner already reads Read 8:32AM.

He’s so screwed.

***

“You WHAT?!”

Ned’s yell is loud enough that the entire homeroom turns to look at them, and Peter thumps his head down on the history textbook in front of him. Mr. Harrington doesn’t really care what they do during the morning announcements, but even he looks perturbed by Ned’s shout.

And now Ned’s hyperventilating, which isn’t really helping Peter feel better about the situation.

“You wished Iron Man a happy slutoween.” Ned hisses, and they’re really lucky there’s a Latin test today, or Connor and Alexandra sitting next to them in the back of the room would be paying more attention instead of cramming last-minute flashcards. “Did he say anything?”

“No,” Peter sinks down further in his chair, wondering if Mr. Harrington would even care if he went boneless. If he melted into the floor and just never got up. “But he read it. I’m toast, dude.”

“Oh yeah,” Ned agrees unhelpfully and far too quickly, nodding like a bobblehead. “Do you think Captain America will come to your funeral?”

Braining himself with his history book is looking more appealing by the minute.

***

“Maybe you can pretend someone stole your phone,” Ned offers, as he has been all morning, coming up with less and less plausible excuses. Peter sighs, leaning over their woodshop project, measuring out the piece of wood they were about to cut. “Or you could say you fell on it and the suggested autofill feature wrote it.”

“On what planet could autofill have done that?” Peter looks up at his friend incredulously, and Ned shrugs.

“Through God, all things are possible.” Peter’s expression gets even more bewildered, and Ned throws up his hands. “I don’t know, my lola says it a lot!”

“I think God has abandoned me,” Peter says, mournfully staring into the abyss.

***

It’s 1:46PM when Peter gets a response.

He knows because the vibration almost gives him a heart attack, as it has all day - he turned off all notifications for everything, and the only text he’s gotten all day was from May, about movie tickets for Sunday—but he pulls out his phone like it’s going to bite him, anxiety thrumming like a physical pulse under his skin.

Mr. Stark💡: Joe’s Pizza, 3:30.

“Oh God,” Peter’s sweating, he can feel it rushing over him, making him clammy. He doesn’t have a specific scenario in mind for what’s going to happen in 104 minutes and counting, but every cell in his body is yelling BAD. “Oh my God.”

“What?” MJ asks, appearing over his shoulder out of nowhere like she’s so prone doing, and she sees the text messages before he can do anything. “Oh my God, Peter.”

“I know,” Peter starts, feeling numb, but MJ is laughing, maybe harder than he’s ever seen her laugh, full tears welling in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks.

“How does this shit always,” MJ can’t get through her sentence without wheezing, still fighting through the tears. “happen to you? You’re ridiculous.”

“I know.” Peter’s hands fly into his hair, pulling at it in distress. “That’s the problem!”

***

Tony’s waiting on the roof when Peter flips up onto it, which is already weird. Mr. Stark is never on time to anything, let alone early.

“Mr. Stark, I am so sorry.” Peter starts in immediately, words coming out in a nervous rush. “It was an accident I swear—”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. reads my text messages out loud, kid.” Tony cuts to the chase, eyes are indecipherable behind his sunglasses, and his words stop Peter cold in his tracks.

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes, spiderling,” Tony raises an eyebrow, thumb hooked in his suit pocket. “Want to take a guess where I was?”

He feels like he might faint. Why couldn’t a sinkhole just open and swallow him already?

“A national security meeting.” Tony shakes his head, as if that isn’t supposed to make Peter flip out. “Congrats, kid. You definitely passed on your message to…what was it, sixty-nine ‘Halloween Hoes’? Including the Vice President of the United States of America, naturally.”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. doesn’t screen them for importance?” Peter asks desperately, and Tony huffs out a breath.

“She has an algorithm to detect unusual patterns in personal messages. You know, in case it isn’t you texting?” Peter covers his face with his hands, and Tony snorts quietly. “This one was bizarre enough, it triggered her protocol.”

“If I throw myself off this roof, do you think I’d die?”

“Bold of you to assume I’m going to let you get off the hook that easily.” Tony claps a hand on Peter’s shoulder, warm through the breathable fabric of the suit. “FRI reads the emojis out loud too, you know. Longest sixty-three seconds of my life. I thought I’d seen it all, Pete, but you’ve proven me wrong once again. How the hell did you even come up with that monstrosity?”

“It’s just a thing,” Peter chokes out, and honestly he might actually pass out, the way the blood has rushed to his face. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be another color other than scarlet. “Every Halloween it just—goes around.”

“Slutoween, you mean,” Tony corrects, and Peter would really rather never hear that out of his mouth again. “I already knew you were bisexual, by the way, you have that pin on your backpack and Spidey swung at pride.”

“What?!” Peter shouts, because that’s not where he was expecting this to go, and suddenly Tony is the one that looks a little nervous.

“Well - ‘dick or treat’ kind of seems like a hint, if you know what I mean.” Tony spreads his hands helplessly. “Do we need to have the Talk?”

“What? No.” Peter waves him off frantically. “No, no, no. No. I am good. So good. Beyond good.”

Tony snickers, but at least he doesn’t look mad, and Peter will take his blessings where he can get them. He rubs a hand over his face, looking up at his mentor sheepishly. “…what are the odds we can forget this ever happened and never mention it again?”

“Nope. Not possible,” Tony shakes his head, clapping Peter companionably on the back once again. “You gave me the material of the century kid, and you managed to terrorize me while doing it. This will be paid back in full.”

“Through God, all things are possible.” Peter counters.

Tony laughs.

#marvel #mcu #spiderman #peter parker #tony stark #iron man #irondad #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #spiderson #irondad and spiderson

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It was one of my goals to get back out for a real ride before October and today was the day. Almost 7 weeks since the accident. The feeling of wind in my face with the suns rays was everything. Down a bike, a kit, garmin, glasses, teeth and brain cells but even that could not stop the smile today (although I hope no one witnessed that dental disaster). I also ended September over my 20,000 km distance goal so feeling pretty blessed.

The concussion effects are still there but I feel gradual improvement. The gravel on the trails today was maybe a bit too much vibration and I am nursing a headache again, however small steps forward is the plan.

#self #me #theelementaryparticles #health & fitness #fitblr #healthy #cycling #bike #cyclist #bikeride #gravelbike #outdoors #strava #concussion

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 6 months

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Hello M, hoping I made it in time! Sending you a request for Vampire!Maglor x reader with prompt 8 please? Thank you so much, hope you’re doing well and have a great day!

Awww! I am doing very well, actually! As for your request:

"Rescue"

Pairing: Vampire! Maglor x Reader (second person POV)

Location and time: London /Late 20th century England

Prompt 8: "I've got you, darling. And if anyone tries to hurt you, I will rip them to shreds."

Themes: Angst | Happy ending

Wordcount: 800+words

Warnings: Vampirism | Some explicit language | Walking home alone at night | Being followed | Catcalling (nothing explicit or graphic)

Summary: After having to return home late at night, you find that you’re not walking on your own.

Minors DNI | You are responsible for the media you consume

A/n: this is for the @fellowshipofthefics October challenge.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

You looked at the time. It was eleven p.m., and the streets were empty save for the rare pedestrian. Picking your way past darkened streets and a labyrinth of alleys, you pull your jacket even closer. Whether it was to ward off the cold or to make yourself more inconspicuous, you could not say.

Well y/n, this is what you get for losing track of time at the office.

There was no one now. At least there was no one you would stop to have a casual conversation with. A pervasive fog crept in, making the light from nearby streetlights look strange and almost magical. You could not stop to admire the scene, no matter how much you ached to do so. The fog grew thicker. It was now so cold that your very breath turned to mist before your eyes every time you exhaled. You shivered.

A bottle shattered nearby, forcing you to walk even faster as shadows formed and grew. Worry gnarled at you when those shadows grew and you slipped down another alley, this time a shortcut to your home.

“What’s your name?”

Fuck me. You ignored the question and pretended as if you could not hear. There were footsteps now, growing louder as more than one person followed you down the alley. It was so dark now; there wasn’t going to be any street lights to be found until you reached the other side, and the only light you had to guide was the dim light of a full noon.

“Come on, love, give us a name.”

Shitshitshit.

The alley seemed to stretch on forever. You threw a quick, nervous glance over your shoulder. There were at least three people—that much, you could say. You fumbled around in your bag for your phone, then cursed yourself when you realized the battery had died just as you were about to board the train. You could not call him, and he insisted on being called when you left your place of work. The footsteps grew louder and were followed by laughter. You kept your eye on the end of the alley, hoping and praying he could feel your dread through the bond you shared with him.

Breathe. One step forward. Then another. Breathe again.

The words repeated themselves over and over again, like a prayer. Someone drew near. In fact, it made the hair on the back of your neck stand up even as fear chilled your heart. You braced yourself, then shook when a sudden rush of cold wind brushed past your arm.

“Who the fuck are you?”

The question was full of confusion and thick with terror. You turned, your sight now blocked by a towering figure garbed in rich black velvet.

“The question should be, who the fuck are you?” Maglor drawled in that soft, angelic voice of his. “And more importantly, who the fuck do any of you think you are, following my lady like this?"

You looked around his arm. The man—at least it was a man—took a step back, startled. “We meant no harm,” he muttered quickly, and took another step back. “We just wanted to know her name and—”

Maglor growled—vicious and otherworldly. The walls around you vibrated from the power it held. “Finish that sentence,” he warned, “and it will be the last thing you ever say.”

He then bared his teeth. The others fell back, then turned on their heels and ran. Once the alley was empty of them, Maglor turned to face you.

“You are cold. Let’s get you home.”

“The others… they saw your…”

“My fangs?” Maglor chuckled. “No one will believe them. And they will not say a word, not unless they want to give themselves away.”

“But they could come back,” you protested. “They would be ready.”

“I will take care of it,” he vowed under his breath.

“Maglor.” You stopped and looked back the way you came. Then you looked at him. His fangs were gone, but his eyes still shone with a strange, reflective light. “You promised not to harm anyone.”

“I am not going to harm them, little one.” Maglor leaned in, his eyes now bright with mischief. “I will simply glamor them into behaving. Then anyone who walks this way will be safe.”

He laughed when you rolled your eyes and stomped the rest of the way. “I envy that, being able to flutter your pretty eyelashes and glamor someone. Alright. Glamor away.”

The walk home was pleasant after that, but the experience left you shaken. Maglor questioned you, bit his tongue when you told him about the phone, then made you swear to call him once you were ready to leave work, so he could accompany you and keep you safe.

“You do not have to do all of that,” you contested. It may endanger him. Someone may see him for what he truly was. A vampire. “Really. You don’t need to—”

"Let me do this for you. It would honor me if you did."

"Alright. And thank you for saving me from them. I don't know how to even thank you."

"I've got you, darling. Alright?” Maglor drew you into a loose embrace. “And if anyone tries to hurt you, I will rip them to shreds."

“Maglor!”

His laughter did a great deal to throw off the chills that had gripped your heart. You finally felt safe.

#fotfics #fotfics trick or treat #maglor #maglor imagine #Vampire! Maglor #maglor x reader #x reader #reader insert #reader insert request

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Kinktober: Day 12🎃

Title: Mine Kink: Over-stimulation, tied up, fingering, slight dirty talking, some oral October 12, 2022

Kinktober Masterlist

Tag List: @thisbicc @galactict3a @chuuberrysworld @penguinlovestowrite @tobycisnt @k3rrpii

If interested in joining my tag list feel free to click here. And fill the form out.

You knew better than to walk out of the house in that costume. Especially going to your boyfriend’s Halloween party. Wearing a sexy nurse costume, and walking in a house with a lot of people was asking for trouble. When Ran greeted you, you saw the way his eyebrow twitched. Your cleavage was showing, a lot and the dress was barely covering your ass. If you moved the wrong way, you would have been flashing everyone.

He tried to ignore the way people undressed you with their eyes, but he almost snapped when someone ‘accidentally’ brushed their hand against your ass. He grabbed you by your arm and took you to his bedroom. No one bothered to stop him, too busy drinking and partying to notice the host and his girlfriend had completely disappeared.

Now you found yourself tied to his bed, a vibrator pressed to your clit and Ran fingering you. He kept your costume on, but your panties were tossed somewhere in the room. You couldn’t even try to keep quiet, since it was too much pressure and stimulation.

“RAN PLEASE! I can’t anymore,” you begged. Your legs started to shake as your third orgasm hit you, harder than the first two. You arched your back practically screaming his name. Your juices soaked the bed sheets and dress that you were warning.

A sob escaped you as you tried to pull away from Ran, but he held your hips still. He reached over to his drawer and grabbed the tape before taping the vibrator in a way that will overstimulate your clit. You couldn’t move away from the rough vibrations as he turned it on high.

“You wanted to be a slut, well I am going to treat you like one. I won’t stop until you are soaked with your cum. And then walk you downstairs like a prized trophy.”

You shook your head and thrashed around as he shoved his fingers into you again. He moved his fingers in and out of you at a fast rate. You were completely fucked out, and Ran knew you were completely dumb.

“I haven’t even fucked you yet. Look at you, already dumb. My sexy dumb baby.” He cooed as your eyes rolled in the back of your head and you came for the fourth time, squirting. Your juices dripped down his arm and he smirked. He removed his fingers and leaned down to your core. He slipped his tongue into you, but you were too far gone. You whimpered as fat tears ran down your face and whimpered. It was physically getting too painful, Ran looked up at you. He decided he would stop since you looked like you were going to pass out. But he wanted you to cum one more time.

“Give me one more baby girl. Then your punishment would be over. Okay?” He cooed and placed several kisses on your lips. He removed the vibrator and started to rub your clit fast and hard.

“No more, please Rannie~ can’t hurt…”

“One more, then we can stop okay? Cum for me baby girl.” He whispered and you arched your back off of the bed. After a few more minutes you came for the fifth time, crying out. He untied your legs and arms and pulled you to his chest.

“Good girl, you were so good for me.” He showered you in small kisses. You slowly fell asleep against him. He went to the restroom and cleaned his hands and arms before grabbing a rag. He went back to you and cleaned you up before tucking you in. He went back downstairs and he noticed a lot of people had already left.

“Where did everyone go?”

“Well, your girl was a bit too loud and people got concerned before they realized what was going on,” Rindou said.

“Awe man, wanted them to see how she looks after.”

“Gross bro, I’m going to my room.”

#tokyo revenge #tokyo rev #rindou haitani #ran haitani #ran tokyo revengers #ran x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #Minors Do Not Interact #MDNI

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Mark Farina Halloween 2015 Live Set

This is a 3-hour audio recording of Mark Farina Halloween 2015 live set recorded in Orange County, California, on October 31, 2015.

Mark F'ing Farina. Easily in the top 5 deep house dj's. Probably in the top three. Maybe in the top 2?

Come on. I've never heard someone deliver such deep funk so consistently. Every. Single. Time.

So this is an interesting recording. It's not from my archive of classic rave recordings, nor something recorded recently. This is the audio counterpart to a live video stream I did all the way back in 2015.

Today, post Covid, the mention of live streaming elicits not even a yawn, we are so desensitized to it by now. For obvious reasons, the real streaming revolution happened 2019-2021. So I consider it a little feather in my cap that Rave Tapes was running good-sounding, multi-cam streams long before the trend took off.

The event? A cozy Halloween party hosted by Swerve Underground, the monthly event hosted by producer/dj Wally Callerio of Dufflebag Recordings and partner/dj 1st Nature. Wally has been a respected producer for years and had the right connections to pull some amazing names down to their Orange County venue, an hour south of Los Angeles. Names like Dereck Carter, Doc Martin, and other titans of the deep house movement.

So when the opportunity came up to do a live video stream of their Halloween party, taking place in a cool bohemian art space, with special guest Mark Farina? Pfft. It was the chance I had been waiting for, lol!

So, miraculously, the whole thing went off almost without a hitch. I say almost because I believe power was cut to the decks at one point. But considering it was a 2+ hour set, we forgot about it almost instantly after power was restored. Otherwise, the internet connection was good, my gear held up. It happened. In fact, here's the video evidence:

youtube

So this is the audio to that. While the audio in the YouTube version sounds unbelievably clean, this sounds even better. I finally went back and properly mixed the four audio channels, left-right stereo pair from the dj decks, then left-right stereo pair from the room mic.

It sounds absolutely pristine, if I do say so myself. I had to decide how loud to keep the mic levels vs the feed from the dj mixer. I think I am happy with these levels but I might change my mind and update the file at some point.

The content? Well, it's good ol' reliable Mark Farina. Of course every dj has a "look" and Farina certainly has his trademark glasses and scruffy chin. But man, when you see that familiar visage behind the decks and hear the funky bass line over the system, you know you have nothing to worry about. You know you're in for a good time.

Last time I saw Farina was EDC 2022 Bionic Jungle stage. It was very late Sat night. Actually very early morning Sunday about 4 am. Still dark and trippy.

Saturday. Hump day. People are grinding in more ways than one. And Mark is closing out little Bionic Jungle. I don't mean little in a condescending way. Actually, the inconspicuousness of the stage is what made it so great. It was def an intimate space and you could get right up close to your favorite deep house dj's. My only issue that night was that it wasn't going to yield a complete Rave Tapes recording. Yes, I recorded while I danced there. But knew I was arriving late because of another set, and I knew I was leaving early because I don't like getting stuck in parking. While there may have been an hour of material, the other issue was there was a nasty buzzing coming from some vibrating stage rigging.

So that's probably why I'm mentioning EDC here, because it's a good opportunity to discuss it since there will never be a Rave Tapes recording from that night to link it to.

I guess my point is, be it at Swerve Halloween 2015, EDC 2022, or the other times I've heard Farina play, Farina always, ALWAYS, delivers a top shelf performance.

While I'm always eager to bring these live sets to you for the sake of your listening pleasure, truth be told, I get excited when posting these because in most cases it's the first time I get to have easy SoundCloud access to the mixes, too.

And with this one, I'm over-the-moon thrilled for completely selfish reasons ;)

Nevertheless, please enjoy!

Follow and support Mark Farina!

Mark Farina Instagram

Mark Farina Beatport

Mark Farina Spotify

Mark Farina SoundCloud

#mark farina #halloween 2015 #live set #mushroom jazz #rave tapes #deep house #SoundCloud #Youtube

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shwazzberryswriting · 2 years

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Happy Birthday, Princess!

Pairing: Johnny x F Reader x Jaehyun (M/F, M/M, M/F/M)

Genre: One Shot, AU - Non-Idol, PWP - Complete Smut (tho if you read between the lines there are hints to more heh)

Summary: Johnny treats his Princess on her birthday

Word count: 6.2k

Rating/Warnings: Mature/Not Beta Read, Explicit Sexual Content: Dom/Sub elements, Daddy/Princess & Daddy/Pet Role Play, Switch!Jaehyun, Collaring, Blow Jobs, Cunnilingus, Rimming, Anal Play, Anal and Vaginal Fingering, Impact Play, Overstimulation, Squirting, Double Penetration in 2 Holes, Multiple Orgasms, Cum Play, Rough Sex, Cum Shot

Minors DNI! 18+ ONLY

Author’s Note:

First: Part 1 of my Neohub Kinktober Event!!! I'm excited for this to be my first fic for this event! My own personal Kinktober List** will have a couple fics that won't be a part of the Neohub event, so check out my list if you're curious for what's to come in October!

Second: This was requested!!! Nonny OP Please forgive me for taking so long to fulfill this request!! 😭 🙏 Thank you for your patience. I hope this fulfills your fantasies! Johnny and Jaehyun have a great dynamic that makes their smut so hot!

Apologies in advance for any mistakes! 💚

Happy Halloween! Enjoy this awesome holiday! 🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡

Please let me know of any technical errors or if you have feedback/questions

“OK, Princess, open your eyes!”

Blinking, her eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight in the living room. Golden streaks of the setting sun lit up the glass surface of the coffee table. Before her was a bubble gum pink box.

Johnny sat to her left. One hand resting on his knee, stroking his silk pants. Steady eyes with his beautiful face staring affectionately at her.

“Happy birthday!” he exclaimed, perfect set of teeth shining with his handsome smile. “Come on, Princess. Open your present! I had it custom made.”

“Oh, Daddy, thank you!” she said, grabbing the silk covered box.

Johnny always provided her with the most luxurious gifts in the world. Nothing but the best for his Princess. The rectangular box seemed big enough for a necklace.

Or maybe a pair of handcuffs?

Untying the silk ribbon, she let it fall to the floor as she pulled off the lid. A soft gasp parted her lips.

“It’s so pretty.”

Inside was a thick pink leather collar. On one end was a metal loop; attached to it was a metal chain leash, matching pink leather handle at the end. Diamonds encrusted along the choker strap spelled out, “Princess” in neat cursive font.

“Do you want to put it on?” He held his hand out to her, palm up.

“Yes, thank you Daddy.” Scooping the ends of her pigtails into a loose bun at the crown of her head, she turned her back to him. “I’ve been wanting a collar for months now, Daddy. Am I going to be your Kitty tonight?”

“No, Princess, this collar is for me. To make sure you don’t go wandering off too much tonight.”

“Are you taking me out for dinner?” She’d worn a remote controlled vibrator to dinner the last time he bought her a gift. “I loved that Peruvian bistro we visited last month.”

“I’ll take you back another day. I have an extra present for you, Princess. Today marks our 2 Year Anniversary, too.”

The doorbell rang. Johnny grinned, hand patting her knee before getting up. Her eyes followed his long legs in his well fitted silk pants.

She wanted him naked as her eyes focused on the lines of his pecs and abs peeking through the unbuttoned silk blazer. Teasing her with a glimpse at his perfect body.

“Hey, did you have a hard time finding the place?”

“Not at all.” The guest was a man, his voice smooth and clear. “Where’s your birthday girl?”

“Princess,” Johnny called, turning his head around, “come say hi to my special friend.”

Placing the empty gift box onto the coffee table, she joined them, chain to her collar in her left hand. Johnny was shutting the door as she stood face to face with a very handsome man, almost as tall as her Daddy.

His milky skin glowed, making his peachy pink lips pop out, contrasting his dark brown eyes. His chiseled jaw and high cheekbones just made his perfectly symmetrical face all the more difficult to look away from. She wanted to reach out and caress every smooth inch of his handsome face.

“Princess, this is my friend - a brother of mine - Jaehyun,” Johnny said, standing behind her, taking the metal chain leash from her hand. He placed his free hand on her hip. “He’s your birthday treat, baby. Do you like your second Daddy for the night? Jae, want to wish our Princess a happy birthday?”

Fire injected into her veins, eyes locked with the new man. Jaehyun bit his bottom lip, smile appearing with flushed cheeks.

“What a cutie you are.” Jaehyun’s fingers reached out to touch the hem of her dress at the front of her thighs. “Happy birthday, Princess. Johnny and I wanted to give you a super special birthday party tonight. You’ve got soft thighs, Princess. Daddy Jae likes that.”

“What do you say, Princess?” Johnny said behind her, forcing her neck and head to jolt backwards as he tugged on the chain. She took a step backwards, away from Jaehyun.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she said, eyes remaining locked with Jaehyun. Her chest ached in a way that made her stomach flutter too. She would have remembered someone as handsome as Jaehyun…his dark eyes consuming her was familiar because of Johnny. A glance was enough to let her know that he wanted her, always. “I’ve been asking Daddy Johnny for a second Daddy for weeks.” She turned to Johnny and threw her arms around his waist. Eyes shut, deep inhale of his soothing musk. Her shoulders relaxed, heartbeat slowing. “Thank you, Daddy. You spoil me so much.”

“Thank me by showing Daddy Jae a good time, Princess.” His free hand reached behind her, unzipping her dress. “Let him unwrap you. You’re his special little present tonight.”

Taking Jaehyun’s hand, she led him up the stairs, Johnny behind them, connected to her still with the chain to her collar. Johnny and Jaehyun sang “Happy Birthday” on their walk to their bedroom, delighting her with the focused attention. Up past Johnny’s newest Monet painting; a gift to himself for spoiling her.

The laughs and clapping slowly dissipated as they entered the master bed. Hands on her hips, Jaehyun positioned her front to face the foot of the bed as he stood behind her. Goosebumps scattered up her spine when she felt his fingertips push her lacy dress off her shoulders, heat gliding right up against her bare skin.

“What’s this, Princess?”

Heat surged up her ass, licking over towards her clitoris. A twinge at her abdomen created goosebumps up to her chest.

Jaehyun's thumb pressed against the giant diamond encrusted buttplug seated at her asshole. Her walls shook, muscles squeezing the stretcher Johnny inserted earlier.

“That was this morning’s present.” She moaned as Jaehyun palmed her tits over her lacy bra, her ass slamming against his front. A sharp pressure twisted into her guts. “Daddy spoils me so much.”

“Nothing but the best for my Princess.”

Johnny stood beside them, right hand touching her chin. He bent down and kissed her as Jaehyun’s hand wrapped around her throat, fingers stroking her skin.

She whined onto Johnny’s tongue as Jaehyun’s hold tightened, wrist jerking her head up to shove her face harder against Johnny. Hand massaging his jaw, Johnny broke the kiss as his eyes darted up to Jaehyun before focusing back on her.

“Get on the bed, Princess,” Jaehyun said, releasing her. “Lie down. I want to explore your beautiful body. Treat every inch of that perfect body with my kisses.”

“Not yet.” Johnny tugged on the chain, making her turn to look at him. He released the chain before unhooking her bra and pulling it off her shoulders. Swiftly, his thumbs tugged her cotton pink thong down her legs. “Don’t act up too much, Princess. I have to share you, and you know how I feel about sharing. You’re precious, baby.”

The heat in her chest boiled angrily, her nipples ached. She sat down on the bed, nodding, eyes focused on Jaehyun.

His left eyebrow ticked upwards for a second as he pulled his jeans and boxers off. Her chest ached, a giggle and smile appearing. A feeling she almost recognized overcame her for a moment, tears welling her eyes.

Deep inhale of breath, hand cupping her breast, she focused on the heat growng in her cunt. Jaehyun’s body was chiseled, curves perfectly shaping his abs and pecs. Slim waist with barely a blemish on his milky smooth body.

She laid down on her back, letting Jaehyun stand between her legs. Heat pricked her cheeks with his focus fixated on her. Her body shook with her heart ramming furiously against her chest.

His dark eyes slowly drifted down her body, flicking back and forth as they landed on the heat between her legs. Tongue licking his pillowy lips, a grin appeared, dimple in his left cheek deepening.

“Such a beautiful body.” Cool, smooth voice sending chills down her spine. His giant palms gliding up her thighs to her sides, moving up to cup her breasts. “Daddy Jaehyun wants to kiss you from head to toe, Princess. Celebrate the most lovely, gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. For your Special Day.”

“Daddy?” She tilted her head up, eyes searching for Johnny. He was seated beside her, right leg crossed over his left, patiently watching Jaehyun massage her body. His angular cheeks sharp as his face remained passive. “Is it OK for D-daddy Jae to kiss me?”

“It’s your Special Day, Princess.” Fingers from his free hand tucked her loose tendrils behind her ear. “I’ll let you decide if Daddy Jae can kiss you from your head to your toes. Do you want that, Princess?” “Yes Daddy!” Her chest heaved as she breathed out her excited response.

Eyes shut, she felt Jaehyun’s body over hers. Skin silky soft. Body heavy and firm. Lips floral, burning hers up.

She whimpered as his tongue pushed against her lips. The pressure of her stretcher intensified as Jaehyun’s hips rocked back and forth over her. Her whole body singed like the flames of a lighter licking over an old, fuzzy dryer sheet.

Instant. Fast. A flash of thrilling violence all over.

Wet kisses landed on her neck. Peppered across her chest. Warmed the valley of her chest.

Her skin tingled as his fingers slid down her arms. Caressed her breasts as his tongue licked the sweat off her belly.

“You’re so sweet, Princess.” Jaehyun’s tongue flicked across the patch of pubes over her slit. “Daddy’s going to eat this slick, wet pussy-” two fingers slid down over her folds before he grasped the end of the buttplug, stretcher feeling loose with her slick dripping down the curve of her ass “-and feel how tight this little hole is.”

Red stars burst against her eyelids as she shut them tight, feeling the buttplug pull out of her. The discomforting pressure tickling her asshole and nerves all day was gone, sending goosebumps up her body. Her nipples ached.

A wet, fleshy pressure was gliding over her clit. She cried out, fingers grasping onto the duvet. Jaehyun sucked on her hot bud.

“D-daddy Jae!” The pointed tip of his tongue licked down her slit, tickling the sensitive perineum between her pussy and asshole before it torturously flicked her puckered hole. His tongue circled around her wet rim before he sucked hard, raspy hum reverberating into her. She squeaked out a weak pant. “Daddy!”

“You like your asshole being eaten like that, Princess?” Johnny traced a delicate touch over her left nipple, pad of his index finger barely brushing her skin. “I know what my Princess likes.”

With such sugary sweetness in his tone, her ears ached like a rotting tooth coming into contact with honey as he cooed out, "My precious Princess."

She looked up at him, his eyes drifting from the hardened brown nub he was twisting between his thumb and index finger and then down to watch Jaehyun devour her ass and pussy.

“Can you speak?” A delicate grin as his eyes drank in the sight before him.

“Yes, Daddy.”

They locked eyes. He wet his lips. Jaehyun’s thumbs pulled her folds apart, tongue pressing right up against her sensitive clit, lapping up and down as his moan started out low. She bit her bottom lip, trying not to howl at every good sensation Jaehyun gave to her body.

He was whimpering. Groaning high, sweet notes into her. Her cunt and stomach shook with the vibrations of his sweet mewls. Her slick was pooling out, mixing with his spit.

The tip of one finger pushed against her rim. Her asshole quivered, nerves thrashing deep inside her walls.

Johnny’s fingers twisted both of her nipples, making her shut her eyes. Fire surged down her chest and up her stomach, colliding at the coil deep within her cunt. It was tightening at lightning speed, snapping her mind blank.

“Daddy!”

Jaehyun laid his palm flat over her stomach, attempting to still her shaking body. His finger curled up against her asshole as his tongue lapped up her clit and labia, head bobbing furiously.

The blend of pain and pleasure everywhere was too much. Her mind’s single focus was the tight coil’s pressure shooting straight to her clit.

The release exploded out of her cunt, hips thrashing wildly against Jaehyun's hold. She managed to whimper out a whine as she was incapable of holding in the fluids gushing out of her.

Wetness was everywhere. Her butt was soaked, feeling the damp duvet under her. Slit and thighs moist with droplets of her slick. Sweat was trickling out of every pore on her body.

Johnny’s lips a calming touch as he kissed her lips. Instantly, he kissed and licked the sweat off her temples and neck. His gentle hum reverberated down her sinuses.

“What do you say to Daddy Jae for making you squirt?”

“T-t-thank you f-for the b-birthday present D-daddy!”

Jaehyun’s middle finger was inside of her pussy. She mewled, eyes shut tight. He pushed in and pulled out. Thumb circled her clit as his finger continued to pump in and out of her.

He kissed the inside of her thighs. As much as she wanted to open her eyes and watch Jaehyun finger fuck her, her body refused. Eyes muscles constricted as he played with her cunt.

Continually, he burned her up, just like the flame of a lighter against the used up dryer sheet. Over and and over with his tongue and fingers. Quick flashes of thrilling violence.

“Daddy-daddy, daddy-y-yes-d-daddy-yes.”

“That’s enough.” Johnny’s hand clamped over her mouth. A sharp pain dug at the nape of her neck. Johnny let go of the chain, much to her neck's relief. The collar was hot, slipping against her sweat drenched neck. “Didn’t I tell you not to act up too much?”

A cold shiver hit her chest. Her body numbed. Tears welled at the corners of her eyes. Seeing his eyebrows stitched together, lips pressed tight as his hand remained over her mouth had her body ice up in shame.

“I’m sorry Daddy.” She sat up the moment Johnny released her. She disentangled from Jaehyun’s arms curled around her legs to stand on her knees. Wrapping her arms around Johnny’s neck she kissed his cheek. “Daddy, I’m so sorry. Let me love you. Let me give you a titty fuck. Can I suck on your balls, Daddy? Cum on my face to remind me I’m yours?”

His arm was around her waist, pulling her body against his. A loud smack hit her ears before she felt the sting of Johnny’s palm on her ass. Eyebrows scrunched up, she moaned as she refused to break eye contact

“You didn’t need to let Daddy Jae know just how much you enjoyed his kisses. Who’s your Daddy?” Her ass burned like she’d slid down a metal slide as he smacked her again. And again. Third slap so forceful her hips jerked painfully against him. The skin of her ass was hot and aching. “Hm? Who’s your Daddy, Princess?”

“You are, Daddy.” She kissed him, whimpering against his lips as his fingers kneaded her stinging ass. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, mouth pressed against his collarbone as she felt his thumb circle around the entrance to her asshole. “Daddy.”

“So wet and loose, Princess.” He pushed in, one knuckle sinking in with ease. She shook, trying not to move as the uncomfortably pleasant pressure tickling her all day returned. “Your ass is mine tonight, understand?”

He pushed in deeper, mouth hanging open with hers as she inhaled deeply. The reassuring smile with his head nod, letting her know Daddy Johnny was proud of his Princess. The pressure was riding up deep inside of her, the coil at her core tightening.

“For now, Princess, what do you want Daddy Jae to do?”

“D-daddy Jae,” - she stopped to whimper as Johnny pulled his thumb out of her ass, the titillating pressure gone - “will you please keep kissing me here?”

Her fingers brushed over her curly pubes.

“Lie down on the bed, Princess.” Johnny left her side as she laid down flat on her back. Jaehyun was on his knees between her legs, fingers massaging the inside of her pliable thighs. “Such a tasty pussy, Princess.” He moaned as he licked up her slit. His tongue flicked against her asshole and taint, causing her hips to shake. “Even your tight asshole is a little sweet.”

Their moans joined the lewd squelches of Jaehyun assaulting her cunt. Tongue sliding all over her labia as his thumb glided over the rim of her asshole. Blinking away the tears forming at the corners of her eyes, she focused on Johnny taking his clothes off, eyes staring at Jaehyun’s naked body with hers.

“Daddy.”

She licked her lips as Johnny kicked his boxers away, large hand stroking his hardened rod. Her eyes focused on the heavenly thick cock, precum spilling out as his thumb rubbed his slit. His free hand reached out and massaged Jaehyun’s ass. The coil deep within twisted painfully as she watched Johnny’s hand dip between Jaehyun’s legs, out of her line of sight. Jaehyun whimpered into her.

“Daddy,” her voice trembled, mind frenzied with the motions of Jaehyun’s tongue on her, “are you playing with Daddy Jae?”

“Do you want to see it, Princess?” Johnny’s gaze met hers, his mouth curving up into a smile. The sounds of his wet strokes quickened, making Jaehyun shake the bed with his bucking hips. Hands on her thighs Jaehyun stilled as he moaned sweetly onto her clit. “Yeah, Jae, you like this? Let’s see if your flat ass tastes as sweet.”

Johnny’s face disappeared behind Jaehyun’s ass, though she saw his forehead bob up and down. The high pitched whimpers Jaehyun pushed into her shook her insides.

His tongue wiggled inside of her cunt, making her grab his wet tresses. Her moans joined the lewd noises Johnny was making as he ate Jaehyun’s ass.

Jaehyun’s uneven breathing affected the suction of his lips on her clit. She whined as the heat’s intensity lessened. Jaehyun’s fingers stilled. He threw his head up and moaned.

“Johnny! Daddy-fuck!”

She moaned with Jaehyun, fingers grasping his. Their fingers intertwined over her thighs. Jaehyun gave out a weak moan.

“There’s my little pet.” Johnny chuckled sweetly, head raising over Jaehyun's pale body. One hand stroked up over Jaehyun’s ass. Jaehyun gave a weak whimper, hips bucking. Face turning over his shoulder to look at Johnny. “Like how Daddy’s playing with your tight little hole? Miss how good I treat you?”

“Yes,” Jaehyun breathed out softly. She wanted to sit up and kiss Jaehyun, consume the moan Johnny had gotten out of him. “Daddy, I like your finger right there.”

She bit her bottom lip, chest feeling heavy as she watched Johnny’s eyes fixed on whatever he was doing to Jaehyun’s ass. He smirked whenever Jaehyun moaned or shook against her body.

Wasn’t this supposed to be about her?

“Daddy,” she called out, voice whining, “I can’t see anything. Can I-”

“Do you want a better view of your Daddies playing with each other, Princess?” Johnny looked up, making eye contact with her. “Come, here Jae. Show time for our Princess.”

“Princess,” Jaehyun was getting up, hand grabbing her wrist, “play with yourself to let us know how much you like our show.”

She whimpered as she pressed two fingers over her clit and rubbed it in a circular motion, following the direction from Jaehyun’s hold.

“Look at that fine ass body.” Johnny grabbed Jaehyun’s wrist, tugging it away from her. “Princess, keep playing with your precious little pussy. Are you ready for the show?”

They stood at the foot of the bed, facing each other. Johnny released Jaehyun’s wrist, fingers drifting to glide down the pubes of Jaehyun’s happy trail. Gasping, Jaehyun shut his eyes, thrusting his hips forward with his hands on his hips. Johnny’s large hand was encircled around Jaehyun’s reddening shaft.

Jaehyun touched Johnny’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss. They were quiet as Jaehyun caressed a hand over Johnny’s thick eight pack abs, tongues pushing into each other’s mouths. Jaehyun breathed loudly through his mouth as Johnny kissed his thick, smooth neck.

“Yes, Daddy.” She exhaled out a whiny moan as she slid her middle finger against her clit, trying to match Johnny’s jerks on Jaehyun’s cock. “So fucking sexy, Daddy.”

“Do you hear that, hm?” Johnny’s hand grasped onto Jaehyun’s hip and pushed him to face the bed, his back against Johnny’s front. Hand pumping down Jaehyun’s veiny length, Johnny kissed his shoulder as he made eye contact with her. “Our Princess likes this, Jae. Do you like it?” Jaehyun’s high pitched moan rang against the walls as he thrust forward, eyes shut tight. His pants became shorter, erratic. “Sounds like a yes. What do you think, Princess?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She pushed her middle finger into her cunt, knees pressed together, right arm clamped between her plump thighs. Moaning, her free hand shot to grab her left breast. Fingers rubbing the engorged brown bud her two Daddies had played with to hypersensitivity. Nerves in her clit danced wildly. “Daddy Jae likes it.”

“I do,” Jaehyun rasped out. His hands grabbed Johnny’s arms. “I-I’m going to-”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Johnny let go of Jaehyun’s cock, getting a small sprinkling of precum to dribble out at the tip. “You need to cum inside our Princess. It’s her birthday, and it’s what she wants.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

One hand at his throat, Johnny pulled Jaehyun up against his chest.

“I think Daddy Jae needs to suck my dick for not returning the fucking favor.” He let go of Jaehyun’s leaking cock, slapped it - getting a grunt from Jaehyun - and pushed Jaehyun to his knees. “Suck Daddy’s cock, selfish slut. Utter amateur shit to cum from a fucking handjob like that.”

Wordlessly, on his knees, profile facing the Birthday Girl, Jaehyun looked up at Johnny and fisted his thick, lengthy rod. One hand holding Jaehyun’s shoulder, Johnny shut his eyes and hissed. Teeth bared, eyebrows furrowed.

She opened her legs and circled her middle finger over her clit with the slick she’d captured from her cunt. The sight of the two handsome men connected - pleasured moans colliding into a sweet melody in her ears - she moaned as her body’s rising heat distracted her focus. Chest and face burning up, head fuzzy from heat.

Jaehyun hummed, low and slow, thin lips blending in with Johnny’s reddened length. Pulling back, he slurped up against the smooth mushroom domed tip. Before he could go back down, Johnny pushed him away.

She yelped as she slid across the bed, left ankle in Johnny’s hold. Heat shot up from her pussy to her chest. Her sinuses singed as Johnny’s palm landed on her wet slit

“Didn’t I teach you how to play with your pussy, brat?”

Biting onto the knuckle of her middle finger, she muffled the moans that Johnny was forcing out with his fingers. Middle and ring finger thrusting hard into her cunt, he was relentless as he went in deeper. Fingers curling in, thumb rubbing her clit. Her cunt squelched with his rough pumps, unleashing thick spurts of her slick between her thighs.

“Daddy didn’t teach you to be lazy, Princess. Put in” -his index finger joined the next push- “some” -her fluids flowed out over his fingers- “fucking effort” -she mewled- “lazy brat.”

Thoughts shredded to dust, her whole body was ablaze as Johnny rutted furiously. Thumb flicking her clit with his pumps, he laughed as her bladder shook from the hard squeeze. Fluids flooded out of her, flying into the air before splattering and soaking into the bedsheets. She mewled, hips bucking, toes curled.

“Fuck, Princess, you look like you’ve just gone to the waterpark.” Johnny’s fingers were gone. Holding them up in the air, Johnny tilted the tips of his coated fingers down toward her body. Her face flared as her slick dribbled down onto her stomach and over her left thigh. “Aren’t you a lucky Birthday Girl? You’ve cummed twice. Come thank Daddy.”

Hands hooked under her armpits, Johnny pulled her to his side as he sat against the headboard. She whined lazily as her head rested on his stomach, ear pressed against his sweaty abs.

Nipples tingling, she dragged her hand over his damp leg. Her fingertips dipped into the valleys of his muscles. Pussy walls throbbing as she admired his mountainous thighs.

She hummed softly with closed lips as her fingers grazed over the shaft of his gorgeous cock. Pink and smooth. So thick that she struggled to keep a steady grip as she stroked him. His hand touched the top of her head as she opened her mouth and pushed the tip in.

His silence encouraged her to push in more with every head bob in and hand stroke down. Suck in harder. Moan more. And louder. Twist her wrist so her fingers were massaging his balls. He rewarded her with a soft approving hum.

Encouraged - his short “Mmm” rang like angels singing up above in heaven - she lifted his cock to hold against his stomach. Swirling her tongue over his wet, salty nut, she shut her eyes to savor a short sigh from Johnny.

Hand pressing his cock against his belly, the pointed tip of her tongue glided up the smooth, fleshy center parting of his balls.

Soft hiss against his teeth.

She sucked in his right nut. Licked it before sucking it again.

“What are you doing, Jae? Stop touching yourself and prepare our Princess for the main event.”

Johnny had both hands on her head, thumbs stroking the top tenderly. Mouth shut he gave a hum. Strokes at her head stilled.

His fingers pushed down and he thrust up into her, tip shoved against her tonsils, balls slapping her chin. She stopped moving, gagging on his cock as he thrust against her, hands keeping her in place.

“You’re so beautiful when you look like a filthy, sinful slut, Princess. Daddy’s so proud of you-” he fisted her hair, thrusting halted “-for thanking me like this.”

She tried not to retch as he freed her throat. Fist at his base, he swirled his wet tip over her lips before letting her go.

Johnny had her lay down flat on her back as Jaehyun’s lilty guffaw sent a calming shiver down her back. His fingertips on her knees drew a soft coo out of her. She looked up at Johnny, seated on his knees beside her.

“I love you, Princess,” Johnny breathed out as she grabbed his pulsating cock. Tongue swirling his earth heavy musk, she took hold of his shaft. “Just the tip for now, baby.”

Her eyes shut, nose filled with Johnny’s scent. Thighs and ass cheeks soothed by Jaehyun’s massages. Jaehyun’s tongue shoved into her cunt, thumb flicking her clit. He grunted into her. Sweat pooled down her body, chest shaking.

Her body spun and she lost sense of gravity as she felt him push one knuckle into her ass. She grabbed Jaehyun’s hair as he sucked on her clit. She mewled onto Johnny’s cock before he pulled out, face passive as he stared at her slimy spit coating his cock.

Jaehyun’s knuckle in her asshole pushed in deeper. Both her ass and pussy walls shook. Her core’s coil instantly twirled tight, forcing air out of her lungs. Her chest ached.

“Do you want us all to be happy, Princess?” Jaehyun was gone from between her legs. “Are you ready for your Daddies to give you the ride of your life?”

“Ride? Are you taking me somewhere?”

Both men laughed, Johnny bent down and kissed her at the top of her head. Jaehyun laid down to her left, chuckles catching at his throat as his dimples pushed deep into his skin. Her face flared with heat as she felt Jaehyun’s lips on her cheek.

“Daddy Johnny said your ass is his, so that means this pretty cunt-” he inhaled softly, middle finger sinking into her folds “-is mine. Princess, is this your first time being double dicked?”

“Yes, Daddy Jae.” She giggled. Sharp, hot tingles singed up her chest. “I want my Daddys inside me.”

Her slick coated his fingers, gliding over her folds. Her walls shook as he pumped two fingers inside. She whimpered, head rested against his chest as she felt his fingers glide from her cunt to her ass.

Her slick coating the rim of her asshole had her stomach and ass clench. She mewled as her walls squeezed down on his fingers, hands grabbing his neck.

“Fuck, Princess, Daddy Jae’s making your ass look so fucking sexy.” She inhaled through her mouth as she felt Johnny spooning her from behind, hand on her calf lifting it to hook over his leg. “Daddy’s waited all fucking day to fuck your ass. All fucking day. Happy birthday, Princess.”

She mewled, hand shooting to grab his wrist at her hip. His hot, sticky tip pushed up against her wet rim. Jaehyun’s lips were on her neck, sucking and nipping at her delicate skin. A finger flicked her nipple as he guffawed against her throat.

“Come on, Princess,” Jaehyun cooed, two fingers gliding over her clit before rubbing down, “relax your muscles, OK?” He pressed a kiss to her cheek as she felt Johnny’s hot lips on the back of her shoulder. “Let’s-” he slid the burning head of his cock against her clit “-take our time.”

The tips of both his and Johnny’s cocks sunk into her. The pressure from either end created a force that prickled her cervix. Hands on his neck, she pressed her lips to Jaehyun’s. She cried against his lips as she felt Johnny’s cock stretch her asshole.

“Fuck, Princess, you’re so fucking tight.”

Her eyes were closed. All she tasted was Jaehyun’s salty, dewy lips. Johnny’s grip at her hip was bruising her. Heavy push pressing the bed springs against her from below.

With shaking hips, she thrust back, crying against Jaehyun’s lips as Johnny’s length sunk in deeper, tip hitting a hot spot that made her ass walls shake. Johnny moaned, palm slapping her ass. The impact reverberated pleasure deep into her core.

Jaehyun’s tongue pushed into her mouth, hand groping her hip, directly over Johnny’s hold. She felt split open from between her legs up to her belly. Coil deep in her cunt twisting evermore painfully sweet.

“Fuck.” Jaehyun hissed long and soft as his hot cock pushed into her cunt. Her eyes were shut, mind focused on the pressure at her guts. “So-fucking-tight-so-fuck-so-fucking…tight."

“Jaehyun!” Her fingernails dragged down his arm as he thrust sharply into her. He rocked his hips back and forth, creating a shallow friction. Blood flooded her brain like a tsunami, making her lose sense of anything. “Daddy!”

Johnny was grunting into the back of her neck. Thrusting up into her ass when Jaehyun pulled back. Their slow, careful thrusts created a new bloody tsunami in her brain. She blabbered incoherently as spit flew out of her lips, tears streaming down her cheeks. Face burning like she was falling headfirst into the fiery gates of hell.

“Such a tight ass.” Johnny’s voice was muffled as he spoke through gritted teeth. “That stretcher only did so much, Princess.”

“Daddy.” Her voice was hoarse, barely more than a gasp. “Big-so big. Full. I’m-full.”

Johnny’s laughs reverberated up her spine. The coil at her core spun tighter as his cock pushed her walls apart. It felt so full and thick, she lost vision when his tip hit against her G-spot.

“Squeezing my cock so tight, Princess.” Johnny kissed her shoulder. “Barely halfway in and this is all you can take.”

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“Shh!” Hand pulling her face toward him, he kissed her. “You’ll still make me cum. Daddy loves how tight and small your asshole is. Still so pure, Princess.” Her coil was so tight her hips shook. “Your hole won’t be able to hold all this cum, Princess. You won’t mind Daddy marking you.”

Johnny stilled when she felt a burst of wetness against her ass. The hot cum was inside of her, making her insides moist. Curves of her ass were covered in his thick seed. Groaning, Johnny slid his softening shaft against her ass, smearing the cum.

Jaehyun’s grip on her hip tightened. He breathed erratically through his mouth as the snaps of his hips strengthened. Her nipples ached as he gave a high pitched mewl.

“Princess, you’re mine! So fucking tight!”

She cried, fingernails continually scratching his sweaty, smooth skin. His cock was moving with longer strokes in and out of her, his tip hitting her cervix with such force she gasped for air with his every move. She lost sense of everything, the only thing her mind could hold onto was Jaehyun's stuttering groan as fire consumed her whole body.

Red. Blistering heat. She’d fallen into hell, the Devil consuming her.

* * *

She heard the splash of water before feeling her whole body relaxed and warm. She’d been placed inside a hot bubble bath.

Slowly opening her eyes, she was in the familiar clawfoot bathtub of Johnny’s master bath.

The window curtains were closed, but she could tell it was dark outside. On the sink countertop sat two lit cucumber scented candles.

Seated on the toilet - lid down - sat Johnny, facing her. He was fully clothed in crisp black trousers and a pristine white button up top. Beautiful locks of hair slicked up in a perfect quiff.

“Princess, how do you feel?” He immediately bent down beside her. His hand dove under the bubbles to scoop up the chamomile infused water and poured it over her left shoulder.

“Daddy?”

“I’m here, Princess. You’re safe.”

“What happened?” She reached up, hand touching his cheek. “You and Daddy Jae were fucking me so good-I’m sorry Da-”

He kissed her lips, thumb stroking gently against her cheek.

“No apologies needed, Princess. Daddy Jae and I had a great time. How do you feel? It’s your birthday, what matters is how you feel.”

She sat up slightly, looking down at the pearly, fluffy bubbles. Floating over her, clinging to her damp skin. The warmth of the bath water radiated through her entire body.

Her fingers glided up her thighs, delicately brushing over her slit. Her insides felt heavy, and ached. But her skin felt the familiar sweet dull throb. Her swollen lips radiated with a pain like a sunburn. Neck, throbbing near her shoulders - as if she had a carpet burn.

“I feel amazing, Daddy. Thank you for the best birthday present a Princess could ask for.”

“I want you to be happy, Princess.” His hand slipped under the water as they kissed. She gasped onto his tongue as his thumb circled around her clit. Palming the inside of her thigh, he chuckled. Pressing his forehead to hers when they broke the kiss, his hand left the water. “I have some business to take care of. I won’t be gone long, promise. When I return, we’ll eat cake.”

“OK, Daddy. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Princess. Happy birthday.”

He kissed her one more time before getting up. Drying his arms and hands on the towel beside the sink, he winked at her. Blew her a kiss before leaving.

She grabbed the green bar of soap, humming to herself. Lathering up her neck and shoulders with the jasmine scented soap. Fingers massaging her aching muscles.

The sounds of whistling joined her humming. A moment later Jaehyun entered from where Johnny exited just minutes ago.

“Hi Princess.”

He walked over, bending down beside her. Just like Johnny did.

Something about the gentle half grin itched her mind, as if she’d forgotten to lock the front door. Eyes fixed on his beautiful face, she wanted to let go of the sensation.

The collar to his unbuttoned shirt flapped against his Adam’s apple. She was fixated, swallowing air as he spoke.

“Daddy Johnny wants to make sure you’re safe while he’s out.” Index finger gliding over the foamy peaks of the bubbles in the tub, Jaehyun retrieved his hand when his finger was a millimeter away from her shoulder

“Oh, I’ve been home alone when Daddy has to go do business before.”

“That’s great, but you don’t mind if I help take care of you, do you?”

“Not at all.” She set the soap down and reached for her washcloth. Jaehyun took it from her and dipped it into the bath water before bringing it up to wash her shoulder. “Thank you.”

He nodded, gentle smile appearing as his dimple appeared. She giggled, feeling heat hit her cheeks. His hair flopped over his forehead.

The door locking sensation made her stomach flip.

Did she forget to do something?

The gentle touch of the washcloth moving down her arm unleashed a warmth into her chest. Mind clouded with fire, she tilted her head toward his, pressing her lips against his.

“Thank you for cleaning me, Daddy.”

Jaehyun’s hand dipped under the water, fingers pinching her nipple. Her cheeks burned as fiery blood rushed up faster to her head. A smirk crossed his lips as his eyes locked with hers.

“I want you all to myself, Princess.”

She shut her eyes as he kissed her again, this time harder, tongue licking her lips.

She was his, all his.

The End?

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The Forest, the Trees, the Fire I: CATALYST

Chapter 3

woawoawoa chapter 3 :) this chapter more than doubles the word count of the story thus far! Authors: @ectolemonades, me, @attackradish. Artist: @/crunchysart

For the full characters list, word count, content warning, and a directory to all the currently available chapters and related content, see the Table of Contents!

full summary: The world outside of Amity Park has learned about the existence of ghosts, and the time for first impressions has arrived. The delicate public consciousness could be disrupted by the slightest ripple. Danny Fenton is being ripped apart from all sides, and when he finally breaks, the ripples will be very big indeed.

warnings: self-worth issues, small meltdowns, that kinda thing

words: 3388

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October 6, 2006

Danny tried to find a way to rest his head without the school bus vibrating his brains out. They’d left city limits forever ago, and the excitement that gripped everyone this morning had died down. Sitting next to Tucker had fought off the boredom for most of the trip, but conversation ran dry a couple miles back. Even the back of the bus had gotten quiet. There’s only so many unique 'would you rather?' scenarios that a group of teenagers who already see each other every week for football anyway can think up.

Danny leaned his head against the seat in front of him, the bitter bus seat smell prickling his nostrils. Gravity dragged his body into an increasingly uncomfortable slouch, the vinyl clinging to his forehead and stretching his facial features upwards until his skin stung. Bone ground against bone as his vertebrae tried to accommodate the unnatural arch his neck had been forced into. Eventually the discomfort won over the exhaustion, and Danny sat up straight again, unsatisfied and unchanged. Bound to do it again. Like Sisyphus.

They had to have been on this bus for AT LEAST, like, half an hour.

“You’d think they’d build a laser tag place a little closer to the city. You know, so people could actually go there,” Tucker remarked.

“Well, isn't this some GIW thing? I bet they saw one of those dilapidated roadside fun-whatevers and just said ‘kids like these, right?’ and nabbed it without thinking.”

“Well, they’d be right. Laser tag rules." Tucker slid off his headphones. "Really, how badly could they ruin something like laser tag?“

“It’s the GIW. They’ll find a way.”

“C’mon, Danny. A year ago you woulda been even more excited for this trip than me! Even if it is about hunting ghosts, it’s not like we haven’t done that before." Tucker rubbed his shoulder against Danny's and adopted his best 'cheer up, Sport, we're on our way to Disney as we speak!' voice. "Could be fun!”

As patronizing as he was being (and Danny immediately got him back for that shoulder rub), Tucker was right. Spending half the school day at a laser tag place should have been a dream come true! Maybe he could let himself enjoy this.

“Tell you what," Danny said. "I will keep myself open to the possibility of having fun! Whether it happens or not is none of my business."

“That’s more like it! I was beginning to worry Sam’s goth spores finally took over your frontal lobe.”

“Not yet, Tuck. I haven’t fallen that far.”

“I dunno, you seem pretty close,” he teased.

“Am not!”

“I’m gonna come to class one day and I’ll see you in a long sleeved striped shirt and guyliner.”

“That’s emo, not goth.”

“A-HA! And since when do you care about that distinction, my friend who totally isn’t infested with spores?”

“Shut up!” Danny shoved him playfully.

“You’re just saying that because…”

“HEY! I THINK I SEE IT!” shouted Mikey from the front of the bus. Conversation burst from its grave as the students clamored to catch a glimpse of their destination.

“Alright, everyone, settle down! We’re almost there, but let’s stay professional and orderly.” Mr. Lancer shakily stood up at the head of the bus. “What did I say about opening windows? Mr. Baxter! Stay on your side of the aisle.” He plopped down again.

“Hey, Danny, what do you see?” asked Tucker.

Braving the buzz of the glass, Danny pressed against the window for the widest view ahead. Amid the fields of soybeans and rotting grain elevators stood a warehouse with a highlighter-colored wall and a parking lot. Out front was a sign in an inscrutable font on an impressive pole. He couldn’t read it at all through the vibrations.

“Well?”

“It’s big. I think the front is spray painted or something.”

“Oh, maybe the building’s an independent thing. You know how the government is about spray paint.”

“Let’s hope,” Danny sighed.

They lurched around in their seats as the bus slowed and veered into the parking lot, where another bus was already unloading. Danny waved when he saw Sam in the crowd, but she didn’t look over. The bus parked, and Mr Lancer rose to block the front.

“Okay! Just a reminder that we are not going to be rushing inside right off the bat! We are going to gather by the front of the bus and then go in in an orderly fashion.”

Danny and Tucker stayed in their seats as the A-listers barged to the front of the bus. They only followed once they were urged to hurry up.

When Danny got a better look at the spray paint mural, disappointment settled on his shoulders. It was covered in gross-looking cartoon ghosts getting shot at by some guy in sunglasses. Sighing, he braced for the ectophobic propaganda that was undoubtedly going to be inside. Damn. Right after he got his hopes up.

There was way more going on in the foyer than he expected. It wasn’t just a tight room with a front counter; there were a couple arcade machines and quite a few benches. They seemed to be prepped for larger crowds, at least for Amity. Plastered on the walls were some “informative” posters about ghosts and what to do if you see one. Guides on how to support the GIW in your community and bullshit like that. There was also a sorry-looking ball pit in the corner.

Mr. Lancer and Ms. Driftwind, the bio teacher, had ganged up on some of the staff. They were all huddled around a clipboard and pointing at students intermittently.

“C’mon, Danny. I see Sam brooding near the ball pit. Whatever we're waiting for, it’s gonna take a while, so we might as well hang out.” Tucker gestured for him to follow with a jerk of his chin.

Sam started talking without even looking up at them. "Do you think they have a snack bar here?"

Danny looked around. "I don't see any."

"Me neither. But it would be weird not to have one, right? At an entertainment center?"

Tucker boldly stuck his feet in the ball pit without even looking. "Maybe they can't get catering all the way out here?"

"You don't get catering for a snack bar. You just get ingredients shipped."

Danny grabbed a ball out of the pit and ignored the way Sam recoiled in disgust. "If the GIW owns the whole building, it's probably weird. Maybe they have a sketchy cafeteria in the back. 'Hello, hip kids! Come on back for a radical snack! We have hot dogs, and they're made out of normal meat.'"

His friends laughed. Somehow, they ended up talking about how weird American commercials for Japanese video games were, and before they knew it they were all in the ball pit, passionately pelting each other with plastic while doing impressions of overly-enthusiastic TV gamers. Danny went wide with a ball aimed at Tucker, and it hit Mr. Lancer in the side. He glared. Whoops.

Ms. Driftwood clapped her hands rhythmically to get the scattered teenagers' attention. "Ravens! A third of you will be heading in to hear the rules now. If and when we call your name, please group up neatly by this door."

Before long, Dash's wish had come true and they were both in the first group together. Better yet, Danny's friends weren't joining them. Joyous day.

"Alright, kids! Have fun!"

As they passed through the door, someone yelled "kill somebody, Baxter!" and Danny felt the weight of an omen there.

As soon as he could, he got out of Dash's line of sight and to the back of the line. He knew he'd be found eventually, but at least for now there were a couple other A-listers in the group, and they were too busy hyping each other up to even look in his direction. When the door opened, they were the first through it.

As the rest of the students filed in, he saw a few people’s shirts light up, and a wave of nostalgia washed over him. Years ago, he’d begged his parents to take him to a local rock show when he’d heard there was a meteorite, and while he was there he saw some rocks that fluoresced under UV light.

He wondered if ghosts were fluorescent. Crap. What if he was fluorescent? He couldn’t just step out of line, everyone would notice and there would be questions. The door was several steps away. Ancients, what if this was the end? Shit shit shit shit. Shit!

Ghosts do not fluoresce under UV light.

Danny relaxed his shoulders. He hated being this paranoid about everything. It was over, he was okay, that’s what mattered. Breathing as deeply as he could without getting stares, he waited for the blacklights to start being fun again. They didn’t.

“So. Who here has played laser tag before?” asked a laser room employee. Several hands shot up.

“Okay, cool, cool. So you know how this is going to go. Everyone else, this is for you. See the vests and blasters against the wall? You’re going to need to put the vests on, making sure the big triangle is centered on your chest.”

There were students suiting up before the instructor had finished talking. Danny subconsciously calculated how long he should wait until grabbing a vest of his own to draw the least attention.

“Ok, everyone is doing good so far! Now, as some of you have already heard, this is going to be a little different than usual laser tag. You’re going to be taking the role of GIW operatives, fighting against ghosts hidden in the maze. Fake ones, of course.” The instructor chuckled at his own joke.

“There’s a variety of targets hidden in the maze, some ghostly and some harmless. The more ghosts you shoot, the more points you get! If you shoot a civilian target, you lose points. And it’s not just a glorified shooting range, you gotta be careful and have sharp reflexes. If you don’t shoot the ghost within a few seconds after it jumps out at you, you lose a life. Everyone got that?”

The group nodded and murmured with agreement.

“Are you guys ready to kick some slimy ghost butt?”

A halfhearted “yeah” rippled through the room.

“Alright, we can do better than that! Are you guys ready?”

A “yeah” that was equal parts excited and begrudging rang out. Danny wished he could melt people with his mind. First they desecrate laser tag and blacklights, then they talk about how he’s less than human and deserves to fucking die, and they stick him in a confined space with his bully and demand that he play enthusiastic? Fuck you.

The instructor seemed appeased.

“Alright then, soldiers, let’s go go go!” He swung open the doors to the course and the crowd bolted out, with Danny caught in the flow. The techno music hit him like a wall. He didn’t see Dash, and he didn’t want to. He’d already turned a corner by the time he called out.

“Hey, where’s Fenton? I need him to watch my six.”

Danny unwound his shoulders a little. That wasn’t a problem he’d have to deal with for a while.

Turning another corner, he nearly slammed face first into a fluorescent green cutout. He shoved down his instinctual response to go ghost, instead swinging his gun up and shooting at the little black thing in its chest. His gun flashed and made an approving noise, and the cutout folded back against the wall.

As Danny made his way deeper into the maze, his mood brightened. Not by much, but… noticeably. The beat got his blood pumping, he was waist deep in fog, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t shot ghosts before. Even the blacklights were regaining some appeal.

The next cutout was of the Box Ghost, who he happily gunned down. A shoddy representation of Technus swung out behind him, and was taken down just as fast. It felt good. Pretty much all the ghosts here were either perfectly generic or ones he had grudges against. They even had that jerk with the red eyes and the memory powers, who Danny took out with a masterful 360 no-scope. Not that his gun had a scope, but it was still cool.

His spirits dropped when he turned a corner and saw Dash Baxter in the middle of the path. He was looking down another hallway, and hadn’t noticed him yet.

Dash lowered his gun, smiling like he’d cleverly avoided a trap. A second later, his vest buzzed violently.

“Hey, what’s the big idea?“

Curiosity got the better of Danny, and he jogged over to see what had Dash worked up. It was a cutout of him. Well, of Phantom. Dash’s vest buzzed again.

“I’m not shooting Phantom!” Dash threw down his gun with a loud clatter. “This thing’s freaking busted.”

His vest buzzed a third time, and a loud recording rang out overhead. “Player sixteen: eliminated.”

“No, some genius set up the course wrong! I’d better get a second round after this.”

A tinny laser sound rang out, and the cutout sprung shut.

“Phantom’s a ghost, idiot,” said Elliot, before running off to score more points.

“Idiot?! You think I'M the idiot here?! He's on our side!” Dash’s nose crinkled into a full snarl, and his eyes flashed in Danny’s direction.

“I bet you feel the same way, Mr. Fenton Works! Huh?” Dash marched up and seized him by the shoulder straps. “Bet you’d shoot him down while he was distracted saving someone, or some shit, because… I don’t know, there’s something fuckin' wrong with you or something!” Dash threw him aside.

The commotion was drawing a crowd. There were two students behind Dash, and Danny heard footsteps behind him. He wasn’t getting a chance to appease Dash, not that he wanted that asshole to think they were on the same side of anything.

“Fact, we all got saved by Phantom just a couple weeks ago when that weirdo meat lady attacked at Star's birthday party!"

“Dash, Phantom’s putting on an act. We all know that,” said Valerie.

“What act? You think he’d be risking his life every night saving people from ghosts if it was all an act? If he wanted us dead he’d let us freaking die!”

Liam scoffed. “He wants us to think ghosts can be trusted, duh. And it looks like it’s working. Why do you care? Do you have a crush on him or something?”

The tensed muscles in Dash’s neck spelled death. “Why you little—!” Dash lunged forward. A hand seized his arm.

“Hey!" One of the staff materialized from the shadows. "That kind of behavior isn’t going to fly here. Mr. Baxter, right? You’ll be coming with me.”

“Hell no! Why don’t you explain why Phantom’s set up as an enemy? Trying to get us to turn on our local hero? Thinning out the competition?”

“You’re coming with me, this isn’t a request. We’ll talk about this later.”

“Make me!” Dash squared his shoulders and puffed out his chest.

The staff member shrugged. “You look like you play sports. Think for a moment. You’re at a school-sponsored event. Wanna bet that there won’t be consequences?”

Dash scowled, then his shoulders sunk. He sulked after the agent, leaving awkward silence in his wake. Danny just stood there. You don’t just start playing again after something like that.

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In time, the round was officially over, and Danny went back into the lobby without looking at the leaderboard.

“Man, Danny, you look almost as bad coming out as you did going in. Was it really that bad?” Tucker asked.

Danny blew through his teeth. “It’s complicated.”

“Complicated?” Sam’s fork foraged through the green stuff she brought from home. “Does it have something to do with whatever Dash did that got him escorted outside?”

“In fact, it has everything to do with what Dash did.” Danny scowled.

“Well, don’t leave us hanging, what did he do?”

“Must’ve been something pretty bad. He never gets more than a slap on the wrist.”

“He decided to make a big old scene about Phantom being a hero, how he saved our lives and shouldn’t be hated like other ghosts and whatever.”

Tucker glanced around, then leaned in close.

“Isn’t that… a good thing, though?” he whispered.

“No,” Danny hissed. “I’m not letting myself be endorsed by Dash fucking Baxter. He's the worst bully at Casper, he doesn’t get to like Phantom.”

Sam shrugged. “Maybe this could be to our advantage. He might leave you alone if he thinks you’re on the same side.”

“Maybe!” Danny cursed himself and lowered his voice. “It might’ve been nice to catch a bit of slack. But I’m not gonna degrade myself by walking up to him and telling him he’s not alone, that I care about Phantom too and no hard feelings and we can help him together and it’s all going to be ok. I’m past groveling for his approval.”

“…Are you past buying dumb tracksuits too?” asked Sam dryly.

An icy shock stabbed through Danny's chest. It was just a joke. He knew it was a joke, they teased each other like this all the time. This was stupid. It’s no big deal. It’s not like he didn’t deserve it.

The shock faded into a buzzing ball of dread and weight. Tucker’s concerned face had been replaced with a lighthearted smile, and the corners of Sam’s lips were turned subtly upwards. They didn’t mean anything by it, on any other day he’d have laughed and quipped right back.

He stood up. Everything was just a bit too much. Tucker said something, but Danny was already on his way to the front doors.

Fresh air filled his lungs. He hadn’t realized how much the echoing cacophony was getting to him. Out here, every sound was clear and distinct. Bits of gravel left over from snow season crunched under his feet. Cars occasionally whooshed past on the highway. Getting caught out here could mean trouble, but he doubted anyone would come out. Eventually settling for a yellow parking bumper near the corner of the building, he sat down and braced his elbows on his knees.

Right as his shoulders were relaxing, he heard the weather stripping of the front doors scrape across the concrete. He bolted out of sight.

“Mr. Lancer, I think you know what I brought you out here to discuss.”

Danny’s ears perked up.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what got into him. He’s a good kid, best quarterback we’ve had in years.”

“I’m sure he is, he didn’t strike me as a delinquent. Neat hair, strong posture, and as you said a football player. Good all-American young man. But that boy’s been exposed to some dangerous ideas, and it seems like some of them have begun to take root.”

Mr. Lancer sighed, with a concern that Danny wasn’t used to hearing. “Is he going to be put on a watchlist?”

“No, nothing that drastic. He’s a teenager, he’s bound to make some stupid mistakes. The government understands that. But to make sure nothing worse comes of this, it would be a good idea to sign him up for some mandatory counseling sessions on ghosts and respecting authorities.”

“I’ll make sure that happens. Thank you for being so understanding.”

“Of course. The GIW is here to keep you safe, not to bring down the hammer on impressionable teenagers.”

Danny sneered at that last sentence. As if.

“Thank you again, regardless.”

He heard them go back inside. Knowing that they had just used the front door made getting back in unnoticed suddenly feel a lot more daunting. Maybe he’d just wait around for the trip to end and merge in with the rest of the students as they lined up for the bus. Look for ladybugs in the grass or something. And he wouldn’t have to deal with the consequences of bailing on Sam and Tucker either. He could just wait until they forgot or it got too awkward to mention so they wouldn’t try to apologize to him even though he was the one in the wrong.

That’s what he’d do. It was gonna be a long wait.

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