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Made For Each Other - Max Verstappen

Words: 3,486 Summary: Max never put much stock into love at first sight until meeting her. Note(s)/Warning(s): Near Physical Cheating, Some Emotional Cheating (on Kelly not reader). So this is the toxic!max fic I mentioned and uh yeah this isn’t super like toxic but it’s something. Also, I will not apologize for inserting found family into this fic.

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“What?” Max presses his lips together, jaw twitching and he’s happy that P isn’t here, but with Daniil’s parents. “Things haven’t been good for us in awhile.” Maybe ever. He thinks and nearly winces, because they had been good in the beginning. But things had changed halfway through the 2021 season and it had only gotten worse as the weeks and months went on. “Kelly, it is unfair to you for me to pretend that I want to be with you anymore.” He nearly says that once the season was over he was already planning on breaking up with her, but manages to hold his tongue. She’s looking at him in that way that he hates, that’s caused arguments because it reminds him of his father. “What do you want me to tell P?” He can’t help the sigh of relief that escapes him at her easy acceptance. “Tell her that I will always love her and that if she ever wants to talk to me, she can call and I’ll do my best to answer.” “Okay.” Her voice is quiet and she looks around his apartment. “There shouldn’t be much here, but what you do find, have it shipped to me.” “Of course.”

He watches as Kelly walks towards the front door and maybe he shouldn’t say anything, doesn’t want to give her false hope, but he can’t help it. “Kelly.” She stops, her hand on the door knob ready to turn it. “Thank you for the past few years and all your support.” He sees her shoulders move as she sighs. “Your welcome, Max.” And then she turns the handle and walks out of his apartment.

He watches the door for a moment, feeling like if he looks away, suddenly she’ll be back. But the handle doesn’t turn and he’s spinning around to move to the couch where he had thrown his phone when Kelly had unexpectedly come here.

His thumb quickly moves across the screen, opening his last text message thread and sending a simple text.

I broke up with her.

It stares up at him and three dots appear along with those little check marks and he can’t help but smile. And god if the media could see him now, smiling after just breaking up with his girlfriend of so long, they’d use this as some sort of proof that he is the devil.

And now what?

His smile grows and his thumb moves again.

And now I come to you.

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“You know, I thought you athletes had to train. Keep fit for the season.” She teases as he watches her move around her small kitchen. “I’ve barely been here a day and you’re kicking me out?” She shakes her head at him. “No it’s just I know that China got canceled, but you do have another race soon.” He shrugs, “It’s at the very end of the month. Besides, there's a gym close by. I can go there.” “And did you tell your trainer that you wouldn’t be home so he shouldn’t drop off any food or expect you?” His eyes widened. “Fuck.” He curses, scrambling out of the kitchen and to the bedroom where his phone is, her laughter ringing in his ears.

Calling Brad, he hears the phone ring three times before his trainer picks up. “Hello,” “Hey Brad, uh I’m not home right now. I mean, I’m not in the uh country.” “Did they call you for some testing?” “Uh no. I’m not there either. Just took a bit of a break, so don’t worry about meals or anything.” There’s a bit of silence before Brad speaks again. “Max, is everything alright?” “Yeah, yes. Everything is fine. I just needed a bit of a break. I’ll see you in Milton on the twenty-first, yeah?” “Sure.” “Great.” And Max hangs up the call, feeling a bit like a hurricane.

“You’ve made me go crazy.” He tells her when he sees her standing in the door of the bedroom, raising an arm when she doesn’t move. She immediately moves into his space, wrapping her arms around his waist, as his arm wraps around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Have I?” “Yes. Meeting you has made me crazy.” “Do you regret it?” “No.” The answer is swift and firm, because no he could never regret it.

So much had changed since he had seen her for the first time just barely two weeks ago. Most of those changes happened in the past forty-eight hours. But he liked those changes.

He liked how he felt ever since she first looked at him, shook his hand, said his name. Liked how she made him smile and laugh. Maybe it was fucked but he liked how in Austrailia when he won and he nearly kissed her at the afterparty, she had to press her hand on his chest and hold him back. Remind him that he had a girlfriend. Had to stop him from pulling out his phone to call her and break up with her right then and there. Liked that despite that, she had taken his unlocked phone, added her number and told him to text her. Pressed her lips to his cheek and let the scent of her bury itself in his brain. He liked that when he first texted her asking when he could see her again, she hadn’t asked who, just told him they could talk when he was single. Liked that barely a day later he had texted her telling her he was and now he was here, with her, in her home.

Max loved however, her. The way she kissed him when he showed up at her doorstep. The then slight shyness she had over her giving him her number and her text, though there was no guilt or apology to be found in her words. Just more disbelief that she had done so. How she smelled, her house smelled. The way she sat, how her fingers brushed over his skin. How passionate she was about her job, about the music she listened to, and the candle that sat beside her bathtub.

And so it comes out. “I love you.”

He shouldn’t be saying it. People would and will call him crazy for it, but he knows himself. He knows what he’s feeling. And he loves her. Loves this woman that he hasn’t even known for a month. And fuck, people like to talk about how love at first sight doesn’t exist and you don’t know when someone is the one immediately or so soon after meeting them, but that isn’t true. There are outliers. He’s got a cousin that married her husband barely a year after dating him and they are happier than any couple he’s ever seen. One of the guys he grew up karting with met his girlfriend and a month later they were moving in together. He thinks they have three kids or maybe it’s four now.

And she, she feels like he was made for her and only her.

“I love you too.” The words aren’t whispered, no shame or doubt on them. Just certainty and he doesn’t know that she’s thinking the same thing. That she was made just for him.

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She doesn’t come to the next race no matter how much he begs. Even when he’s about to run late for his flight back to the factory, head buried her neck as he pleads with her to come. But she only laughs, brushing her fingers through his hair.

“You just barely made a statement about no longer being with Kelly.” And he kind of hates that there’s no distaste in her voice about him having a girlfriend when they met. He knows that if she had been seeing someone his blood would be boiling everytime his name got brought up or even hinted at. “Give it a bit to settle.” He straightens with a bit of frown, “I won’t hide you.” She laughs, eyes lighting up and it makes him smile. “I’m not asking you too. Just for patience. I don’t want your PR team to end up hating me.” “Miami, then?” She shakes her head, pushing him away. “You have a plane to catch, Max.” “Imola?” He asks, backing up. Eyes widening a bit when she shakes her head again. “Monaco?” “Max!” And she’s laughing again. “Spain?” And this time she nods her head and he groans, picking up his duffel bag that’s been sitting by the door for probably thirty minutes now. “That is so fair away. You will make me wait that long?” “Oh, poor baby. Having to wait just a little over a month.” He pokes his bottom lip out, unashamed to pout. Because yes, not having her with him for the next four races sounded like torture. He had only gotten a taste of what her support was like in Australia. He wanted all of it now.

She must see that on his face because her smile turns fond, no more teasing and she’s capturing his lips in a quick kiss. “It will go by faster than you think, Max. And it gives me enough time to get everything situated so I can really be comfortable working from anywhere in the world.” “So, you’ll join me for the rest of the season?” “Yes.” He grins, pressing their lips together once, then twice. “If it does not go by fast like you say,” She stops him before he can continue. “Go, Max, it will. And I’m always a call away.”

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The press eagerly awaits Max’s arrival in Baku. Hoping to see the two time world champion, downtrodden, miserable, regretful. Instead they get an even better story. He arrives at the track on the phone laughing, smile wide and body relaxed. It wasn’t the image of a man who had just separated from his girlfriend of a few years. It was the image of a man happier than he ever had been before.

They all want to ask questions, want to ask who he’s talking to, what or who perhaps has him smiling. Why did he and Kelly break up? Did he break up with her? Did she with him? But none of them are willing to risk the odd relationship that Red Bull has with the press, kind even generous until you cross the line.

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“No more races without you.” He murmurs when she arrives at his hotel in Spain, his breath causing goosebumps to appear on her neck. “No more.” She agrees, before pulling slightly away, just so they can look at each other. “Hi.” She greets. He smiles at her. “Hi.” “Congrats on Monaco.” He huffs, but something warm fills him with her words. “You said that on the phone.” “That was on the phone.” She teases, before lifting her arms to loop them around his neck. “Proud of you, Max.” He doesn’t know how to respond to that, to how sincere her words are, so he presses their lips together.

“I love you.” She breathes when they break apart, panting slightly with shiny and swollen lips. “I love you too.”

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The camera's shuttering intensifies as soon as Max’s car that he was given for the race weekend arrives at the track on Saturday. And it only gets worse when instead of just locking the car and starting his walk to the red bull garage, he rounds to the other side, opening the passenger door and helping a woman get out.

This woman is not one that any of them recognize. She is not Max’s mother or sister. She is not Kelly or some sort of model, super, instagram, or swimsuit. And even better they don’t recognize this Max. Who as soon as she is out of the car, purse in hands, shuts the door for her, which is fairly typical for him. But what is not is the way he presses his lips to hers for a quick kiss, before snaking an arm around her waist, a sort of love sick smile on his face as they begin the walk.

“I can’t believe you wanted me to come to one of these things earlier.” She murmurs to him, giving a wave to all the cameras. If she was going to do this, be with Max, she’d have to get used to them and quickly. “I still wish you had.” He murmurs back, squeezing her waist and turning his head to press his nose quickly to the top of her head. “Did you tell anyone about me or that I was coming?” She asks, though she already has a feeling what the answer is as they move further into the paddock and sees some of the drivers do double takes. He smirks, “now why would I do that?” She shakes her head, “your PR team is going to kill you and I’m going to watch.” Her eyes then catch on a slightly familiar man who’s looking at Max with murder in his eyes and she amends her statement. “Daniel is going to kill you and I’m going to watch.” Max pales slightly as he takes a look at the man she only knows from his stories and a few brief clips she’s seen on youtube.

As soon as they enter Red Bull’s hospitality for the weekend, Daniel pounces. Dragging Max and her since Max refuses to let go of her, to Max’s drivers room.

When the door closes, Daniel shoves Max though she expects more gently than he normally would due to her and stands in front of the door, hands on his hips, anger and disappointment warring on his face.

“Max.” “Daniel.” He replies, though it's a bit meek and she can’t help but give his hand a quick squeeze before letting go and stepping away. Not returning to his side despite the offended and hurt look he gives her. She shakes her head. “I told you that you could tell people.”

Daniel turns to look at her, giving her a quick grin. “I like you.” He declares before turning back to Max, grin gone.

“Seriously Max. First there was Kelly and you breaking up, which I found out through social media and you still haven’t told me how that whole thing went down.” She winces at the exasperation in Daniel’s voice. She knew from Max how close they were, considering themselves brothers just about and she couldn’t imagine how Daniel felt learning about Max’s breakup from social media and not the man himself.

“And now this!” He waves his hands around between her and Max. “I’m sure you're great.” He tells her quickly and she gives him a sheepish smile. “I mean really Max. What gives?” Max stares at the older man, unsure of what exactly to say to him.

It wasn’t like he didn’t think the people he was closest to weren’t going to have a reaction to the news of his breakup and now new relationship. It’s just that besides Daniel none of them had really reached out wanting to know what happened because they were all right with not knowing. They knew that if Max wanted to talk about it with them, he would. But Daniel was different.

He talked to Daniel about everything. A side effect of the older man having to deal with him as a teammate for those few years when he was so young and trying to really figure himself out. They had developed a different kind of relationship. One where he knew that he could go to Daniel with anything and everything and receive no judgment, only support. Daniel to him was a weird cross of a friend, brother, and father.

“I’m sorry.” He apologizes and his hands tighten into fists a little. Always unsure of himself when apologizing. “I should have called. Told you, explained what happened.” He hesitates, but knows that Daniel deserves the truth. “I nearly did.” And wasn’t that the truth. There were many times he nearly called or texted Daniel to tell him about the stunning girl he saw, then met, then nearly kissed, then got together with. But he hadn’t. He knew if he told Daniel, he’d end up telling everyone. Daniel stares at him, face giving away nothing, making him fidget, before he sighs and gives Max a smile. “It’s all good mate. You’re a bit of a cunt. But,” he shrugs, grinning. “You’ve always been like that.” Max lets out a laugh, relaxing at the familiar energy of Daniel. “Yeah, just a bit.”

He turns to look at his girlfriend, who's looking between the two of them with a smile, beckoning her back to his side. Enjoying how she easily fits into his side. “Daniel, this is my girlfriend,” and he knows his voice is lovesick when he says her name with the way Daniel looks at him. “Darling, Daniel.” “It’s nice to meet you, Daniel. Max talks about you a lot.” Daniel’s eyes flicker to Max, expecting some sort of an embarrassment or denial, but the younger man just nods. And that’s good enough for Daniel, who immediately grins at her before pulling her into a hug. “Nice to meet you as well. Max treating you well? I taught him everything he knows.” He tells her with a wink when he releases her. She lets out a small giggle at his words, but nods. “Very well. And thank you for your services.” She winks, making Daniel laugh.

“Oh, you are amazing. Now, tell me how this happened and what happened with Kelly.” He says gesturing between the two of them, sitting on the folding chair in the room, while they sit on the couch. “They are very much connected.” She laughs, before patting Max on the arm and sitting back fully.

“Oh, no.” Max groans, running a hand over his face. Daniel was going to have a fucking laugh. “So, we met a little before the Australian Grand Prix. Nearly had an incident there.” He tilts his head towards her and Daniel nods, understanding what he’s saying. “I actually nearly broke it off there. She managed to stop me however. But when I got home to Monaco, I broke up with Kelly then and there. Was already planning on doing it at the end of the season.” Daniel nods. “You mentioned that before.” “Yeah.” Max sighs, before telling him the rest.

Daniel stares at him for a moment after he's done before shaking his head, with a sort of breathless laugh. “Only you, Max. Only you. I’m happy for you though.” Max smiles at the older man’s easy acceptance. “Thank you.” “PR’s going to kill you for not giving them any warning.” He rolls his eyes, she had been telling him the same thing. “They won’t do anything. Besides, didn't they want me to be more personable?” “Don’t think this is what they meant or had in mind.” She tells him. “Probably hoping you’d vlog. Do what Charles and Lando do.” His nose wrinkles at the idea, making her and Daniel laugh.

—

“You’re good for him.” Daniel murmurs as they watch qualifying. She turns her head a little, still keeping most of her focus on the track. “Think so?” “Know so.” He corrects, taking a moment to flash her a smile. “Max and Kelly,” he sighs. “They had a lot of issues.” She says for him. “Wanted different things or the same things but not at the same time.” “Yeah,” the older man breathes, feeling at ease with how much she knows. “She made him happy at first ya know? But you,” he pauses to shake his head. “You make him into the person I think he would’ve been without Jos. Relaxed, at ease, happy.” His voice is a little quieter with the last word and she has to blink so she doesn’t start to cry. “I want him to be happy. And I know we fell into this fast, but Max.” She sighs, feeling a smile stretch across her lips as her heart flutters in her chest all at his name, at the thought of him. “I was made for him.” Daniel chuckles, taking in the infatuated, lovesick, expression on her face. It was the same look he had seen earlier on Max. It was nice to see that it really did go both ways. “There might be some fuss around it, but it’ll die down eventually.” He hesitates not wanting his next words to seem to much, but thinks fuck it. They went to the extremes here, and she’d have to get used to it fast with Max, if she wasn’t already. “I’ll message a few drivers that I know will support you and Max. We’ll have your guys back with the media or anyone else.” His support and approval make her reach out, squeezing his forearm for a few seconds. “Thank you, Daniel. It means the world to me.”

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The Girl Next Door: Chapter 1 (Hazel Callahan)

The Girl Next Door

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You hadn’t been close with your neighbor Hazel for a few years. But you find her beat up in the locker room after fight club and all of that changes.

Chapter 1

You reunite with Hazel and clean her up after fight club

CW: mentions of blood and injury, allusions to violence, cursing, not beta read

You make your way to the locker room after staying behind at school to work on a group project. You forgot your hoodie in your gym locker, so you are grabbing it quickly before heading home.

While you are at your locker you hear the door open and close. Someone else has entered the locker room, but you don’t think anything of it.

As you go to leave you walk past the bathroom and you see someone standing in front of one of the sinks. She is facing the other way but you can see her reflection in the mirror. You notice that there is blood on her face and dripping down her shirt, paired with a swollen eye. You are obviously concerned and stop to take a closer look. Upon further inspection you realize that it is your neighbor.

“Hazel?” You call as you approach her. She sees you in the mirror and turns around. Why does she look amused?

“Hey!” She greets you like the circumstances are normal.

“What the hell happened to you?” This wasn’t the best school, but you would never have thought someone would get attacked like this.

“Oh this?” She looks down at her bloody shirt and shrugs. “I was just in fight club.”

“Who are you? Brad Pitt?” You are a little angry, what the hell is fight club and how did someone sweet and innocent like Hazel end up in it? You can’t help but feel bad for thinking that she looks kind of hot like this.

“No, no, of course not. Some of my friends have started a self defense club, we call it fight club because we learn to defend ourselves by fighting eachother.”

You sigh and decide to save your questions for later and give in to your instinct to take care of her.

“Why don’t we get you cleaned up?” You suggest to her.

She shifts uncomfortably and scratches the back of her head. She avoids eye contact by looking at the floor.

“You don’t have to do that. I’m fine, really,” she protests.

“I can’t just leave you here like this. I know we aren’t close anymore but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.” You mean every word. Hazel started to distance herself from you towards the end of middle school. You never knew why. You settled in with the popular crowd and Hazel settled in to her own niche. But it hurt you so badly and came right as you realized you had feelings for her. You have pushed those feelings down over the years, you’ve even had a girlfriend. But seeing Hazel like this, your old feelings are bubbling up to the surface.

Her eyes just widen, surprised, as if you had been the one to push her away. She tries to hide it, but a smile starts to creep across her face. “I guess I could use some help cleaning up. It doesn’t usually get so messy, I swear.”

“Oh believe me, I’m going to need to hear more about this fight club. But right now we need to do something about all of this blood,” your voice is tender, you are not sure exactly what she’s been through today and you want to be delicate.

You put your things down and grab a paper towel. You wet it and get closer to Hazel. As you reach towards her face she takes a sharp breath in. You aren’t sure why though, you haven’t even touched her yet.

“I promise I’m going to be as gentle as I can, but it’s still going to hurt,” you explain.

Hazel just nods and closes her eyes.

You begin to dab the wet paper towel on her face and the blood starts to come off. She winces with pain and says “ow” every once in a while, her eyes still sealed shut.

“Why don’t you talk to me? It’ll distract you from the pain.” You are suggesting it for her, but also for you. You’ve really missed talking to Hazel.

She opens her eyes to look at you with a tense expression.

“Right, right. Good idea. Um… how have you been?”

“Well I haven’t been punched in the face recently, so better than you,” you laugh a little and she does too.

“Fight club is great, for real. Yeah we get a little banged up, but it’s a safe space.”

You can’t help but laugh more as you echo “safe space.”

You expect her to continue to defend her new venture but she quickly changes the subject instead.

“So, how’s your um,” Hazel pauses to clear her throat, “girlfriend?”

That takes you by surprise. You didn’t really talk to Hazel at all but you guess that it makes sense that she would know which lesbians are in relationships with each other.

“Oh, we actually broke up. Last week,” you tell her shyly. It’s weird discussing your love life with someone that has your old feelings for her creeping up on you.

“I’m… sorry to hear that.” Does she sound relieved? It wasn’t a secret that your ex wasn’t exactly the nicest to you, so that must be it.

“It was for the best. Things weren’t exactly good between us,” you admit.

“You deserve so much better than her!” Hazel blurts out unexpectedly.

“I… thank you. That means a lot to me.” She just nods her head.

You take a step back and her eyes widen, seeming to think it was her fault.

“I’m done,” you tell her and you see a wave of relief come over her.

“What are we going to do about that shirt?”

“I’ll just change when I get home.” Hazel tells you.

“No, no.” You protest and pick up your hoodie. You offer it to her “take this.”

Hazel’s eyes dart around nervously. “That’s, um, okay.”

“You are going to get your little fight club disbanded” you warn, “if anyone sees you walking around with blood all over you like that. It’s bad enough that you’ve got a black eye. Plus everyone is still freaking out about that girl getting beat up by the Huntington football player.”

Hazel takes a nervous breath and starts to pull her shirt off. Your eyes widen and you know you should look away but it’s hard to when she reveals her toned stomach and sports bra. “What are you…” you begin to question frantically.

She cuts you off, “I don’t want to get any blood on your sweatshirt.”

You nod and finally peel your eyes off of her. You look away but leave your hand out so she can take the hoodie.

After a moment she clears her throat and you look back at her. You can’t help but smile a little bit seeing your hoodie on Hazel.

“I better get going,” she says and she starts to walk away. You step in front of her.

“Your eye is practically swollen shut. You can’t drive like that. I’ll give you a ride home.”

She freezes like a dear in headlights. She looks like she’s about to protest but she knows you are right.

“But my car? How am I supposed to get back to it, get to school tomorrow?” She asks nervously.

“I’ll just drive you to school tomorrow,” you tell her with a smirk. You can’t help it. The thought of getting to spend more time with Hazel excites you. She looks a little intimidated by how forward you are. She avoids eye contact. “I guess I’ll grab my stuff.”

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SLUT!

chapter eight: dying to see how this one ends

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Following the fight, Peter saw the back of a squad car for the first time. He was taken straight to the local police station while few officers stayed behind to get stories from witnesses in the gym.

At the station, Peter was put in a holding cell and given an ice pack for his busted knuckles. After half an hour of sitting alone, the door to the cell opened and Brad Davis was pushed inside. He had two tissues stuffed up his nose and a black eye forming on his right eye. The boys made eye contact but felt too defeated to fear the other.

“What are you doing here?” Peter asked when Brad plopped beside him on the bench.

“What do you think? The police showed up and one of the soccer girls showed them the video of me saying I slipped something in Y/n’s drink. I can’t believe it. Did you know that’s a felony?”

“Uh, yeah.” Peter said flatly. “You’re really not supposed to do that.”

“How was I supposed to know? I’ve never done it before.” Brad mumbled. “And I wouldn’t again.”

“Would you really never do it again?” Peter asked skeptically. Brad was quiet for a minute and stared off at the wall. Peter silently handed over his ice pack and Brad accepted it with a sarcastic smile. He put it on his black eye and sighed.

“I don’t know. I don’t know why I’m so angry all the time. Or why I let it ruin my friendship with Y/n. Have you ever wanted a girl so badly that you start to hate her?”

“No.” Peter said without hesitation.

“Oh.” Brad said and turned away from Peter.

Another 30 minutes went by and Peter was starting to spiral. He paced back and forth in the cell while chewing his nails.

“What’s taking them so long?” He whined.

“They’ll get you when they’re done booking you. Don’t freak out. It’s annoying.” Brad mumbled.

“Of course I’m freaking out. If I get convicted, I’m going to jail.”

“Relax. You’ll be fine. Assault is a misdemeanor. And I’m sure your scrawny ass is a first offender so you’ll get a fine at best.” Brad rolled his eyes.

“Woah. How’d you know that?” Peter stopped pacing and looking at Brad in surprise.

“I’ve been arrested for misdemeanors before. My dad just bails me out.”

“Which I’m sure he’ll do this time.” Peter rolled his eyes and sat back down.

“No. I called him when they brought me in but my mom answered.” Brad said as he looked at the ground.

“What did she say?” Peter wondered when he saw how distant Brad sounded. Brad turned his face away from Peter and rubbed the back of his neck.

“She said her best friend in college killed herself after a boy told everyone she gave him an STD. She said she couldn’t handle the bullying.” Brad said quietly. Peter stared at him for a minute and debated making him feel worse. There was a lesson to be learned here and Peter needed to know Brad understood the gravity of his actions.

“You could’ve done the same to Y/n, you know.” Peter said in a soft voice. He wasn’t being accusatory, just honest.

“She never would’ve done that.” Brad scoffed but Peter could tell he didn’t believe himself.

“How do you know?” Peter asked. “You didn’t know her. And you didn’t let anyone know her either. You told everyone who she was and they believed you. You erased her. She very well could have hurt herself to take her name back.”

“I didn’t think it was that bad for her. It was just a joke.” Brad said after a long beat of silence.

“To you. To you, “slut” was just a word. To her, it was her entire identity. All because of you.” Peter told him, feeling angry again. He wasn’t worried about protecting Brads feelings anymore. Now, he wanted him to take some accountability. Brad was quiet for a minute as he thought about the way he treated you the past few years.

“The first time I called her a slut, I didn’t realize how easy it would be to do it a second time.” Brad admitted.

“Me either.” Peter realized and pictured your face the time he called you a slut. He blinked back tears as he replayed the night he lost you. Brad noticed Peter was tearing up and felt himself get emotional. He cleared his throat and tried to choke it down but he couldn’t stop the tears that threatened his eyes.

“I didn’t think I’d end up like this. I didn’t think I’d be this guy.” Brad said quietly.

“You don’t have to be this guy forever. You can change.” Peter told him.

“How?” Brad shrugged helplessly. “She’s never gonna forgive me.”

“She might not. But you can still apologize. And then be better to the next girl.”

“What if I can’t be better? What if this is all I am?”

“I don’t think is all you are. Y/n told me you used to be a good friend.”

“She said that?” Brad asked in surprise.

“Yeah. So I know you can be better. You just have to try.” Peter told him. While Brad thought about the conversation, Peter heard footsteps approaching the cell. He looked up and saw May walking up with an officer.

“Hey, jailbird.” May said while a tight, very sarcastic smile.

“May?” Peter got up and walked over to her.

“Come on. They said I can take you home. Isn’t that nice? I get to take my nephew home from jail.” She said sarcastically as a the officer unlocked the cell. Peter got out and immediately hugged May.

“May, I’m so sorry. I can explain everything.”

“You don’t have to. She already told me what happened.” May said and pointed through a window into the station lobby. Peter could see you sitting in one of the waiting room chairs and blinked in surprise.

“She’s here?” He asked May in disbelief.

“Yeah. She’s the one that called me. The cops told me she got here right after you did. That’s your girlfriend right?” May asked. Peter felt his heart sink when he realized he had yet to tell May that you had broken up.

“What did she tell you?” Peter asked to change the topic.

“She said you stood up for her when the boys were calling her a slut. But why do I feel like that’s now the whole story?” May asked skeptically. Peter looked her in the eyes and sighed knowing he was about to disappoint her.

“Because it’s not the whole story. I called her a slut too.” Peter admitted.

“My nephew called a woman a slut? Is that how I raised you?” May asked and folded her arms.

“No. It’s not.”

“Then why did you do that? I thought she was your girlfriend?”

“Because I was angry. And I wanted to hurt her the way she hurt me.”

“Hm. I see. And did you feel better after you called her that?” May asked him.

“No.” Peter sighed. “I felt worse.”

“I thought so. Go apologize. Now.” May turned him around and pushed him in your direction. Peter wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans before going out into the waiting room. When you saw him coming towards you, you stood up and nervously folded your arms.

“Hey.” He smiled weakly.

“Hi, Peter.” You nodded curtly.

“What are you doing here?” He asked you.

“I had to talk to the police to give my statement about Brads party.“ You explained and left out the party about wanting to make sure he was okay.

“My aunt said you told her what happened. Thank you for that. I don’t know how I would’ve explained to her what happened.”

“You’re welcome. And I should be thanking you too. You beat the shit out of Brad for me. I would’ve done it myself but I’m a little more of a kicker.” You halfheartedly joked, making Peter relax a little.

“You don’t have to thank me. I should’ve done it the first time I heard him call you a slut.” Peter replied. You shrugged in agreement as Peter thought back to that night at the party.

“And you should’ve beat me up when I called you one.” He added as he stared at the floor.

“Yeah. Maybe I should’ve.” You laughed softly. An awkward silence settled between you and neither of you knew what to say. Luckily, it didn’t last long as May came out into the waiting room and stood beside Peter.

“Ready to go home?” She asked him.

“I guess I don’t have any other choice since I am definitely not allowed back on campus.” Peter sighed.

“Actually, they were going to expel you but since I saw Brad throw the first punch, they lowered it to just a suspicion.“ You told him. Peter looked at you curiously and you smiled timidly.

“But Brad didn’t-“ Peter began.

“A lot of people saw him start the fight.” You shrugged. “The school understood that you were just acting in self defense. So don’t worry. Your scholarship is okay.”

“You covered for me?” Peter whispered in disbelief.

“Yeah, well. You covered me first.” You shrugged and avoided eye contact. Peter broke into a smile and you finally looked into his eyes to smile as well. The moment was interrupted by Brad shouting from his holding cell.

“Y/n!” He called to you. You gave Peter a confused look before motioning for him to follow you to where Brad was.

“What do you want?” You asked him.

“I wanted to tell you that I’m so sorry. About all of it.” Brad told you. You looked at Peter skeptically before looking back at Brad.

“You’re sorry?” You doubted.

“I am. I never meant for it to go this far. I don’t expect you to ever forgive me but I just need you to know how sorry I am.” Brad apologized. You smiled at the unexpected apology and nodded your head.

“I appreciate the apology, Brad. That’s not something I ever thought I’d hear from you.” You told him. Peter smiled as he watched the interaction and hoped what he had said to Brad is what inspired him to try to be better.

“Now that we’re cool, do you think you could tell them I didn’t actually slip something in your drink?” Brad asked. “I’ll get kicked out of school if they convict me and my parents already said they’re not bailing me out.”

Your smile dropped when you realized the apology was just a way to gain your trust so he could ask for a favor. He didn’t actually care and he definitely hadn’t changed. Peter shut his eyes in disappointment and hung his head in shame. He thought his conversation with Brad would’ve had some effect on him but it clearly didn’t.

“Oh. You want me to tell the police that you didn’t do something that we both know you actually did do?”

“Yes. Please?” Brad pleaded as he rested his cheek against one of the bars.

“Oh. I get it. Kinda like how you told people that I did things we both know I didn’t do?” You asked and tilted your head to the side. Peter folded his lips to hold back his laughter when he realized what you were doing. Unfortunately for Brad, he hadn’t caught on yet.

“Yeah. Like that.” Brad nodded eagerly. You laughed warmly and nudged Peter, prompting him to laugh as well. Brad was a little confused but laughed as well and assumed you were going to take his side. Your laughter came to an abrupt halt as you faced Brad.

“No.” You stated.

“What? But you have to. I could go to jail.” Brad said and shook the bars angrily.

“And I hope you do.” You said simply.

“What? Come on. Don’t do this to me. Peter already got his revenge.”

“That’s right. He did. But I didn’t.” You reminded him. “And personally, I think there are enough pathetic, predatory losers in New York. Serving some time might knock those worrisome traits of yours loose.”

“You need to really think about this. If I go to jail, I could lose everything.” Brad whispered harshly.

“I lost everything.” You shrugged. “My friends, my dignity, my name. Now it’s your turn.”

“Don’t do this. I’ll get kicked out of school. And it’s impossible to get a job when you have a conviction. Especially for something like this. You have to help me. This will ruin my reputation.”

“At least your reputation will be accurate. Mine never was.” You replied as you looked him right in the eyes. Brads face crumbled and he found himself at a loss for words.

“Goodbye, Brad.” You smiled tightly and walked away. Peter followed after you and joined up with May back in the waiting room.

“Would you like me to drive you back to campus?” May offered as you all walked out of the station together.

“Thank you. But I think I’m gonna wander around the city for a bit. Campus is a little…hostile right now. I think I want to avoid all the attention for a little bit.”

“Well you are welcome to join us for dinner if you’d like.” She smiled kindly.

“I don’t think she wants to do that, May.” Peter mumbled. You made eye contact with him and exchanged polite smiles.

“Thank you again, but I think it’s for the best if I don’t. I would like to talk, though.” You said to Peter.

“Yeah. Of course.” Peter nodded. May got into the car to give the two of you some privacy. You and Peter stood facing each other but didn’t make eye contact. Peter didn’t know what to say, so he got straight to the point.

“Look, I can’t tell you how sorry I am that I called you a slut. And that I didn’t believe you at the party. There is no excuse for what I said and did. I was angry so I called you exactly what I knew would hurt you. I guess that I’m not as good of a guy as either of us thought. You deserve a gentleman. And I’m sorry I couldn’t be that for you.”

“It’s not okay that you called me that. But I forgive you.” You told him.

“You do?” Peter smiled in surprise.

“I do. If you hadn’t gotten Brad and his friends to admit what they had done, I never would’ve gotten my name back. I had people I’ve never even seen before apologizing to me. So if you can risk your scholarship to get my reputation back, I can forgive you.”

“I’d do anything for you.” He told you as he stared into your eyes. You could see how guilty he felt when you looked into his eyes but you couldn’t get him using that word out of his head.

“Where do we go from here?” He asked after a beat of silence. You put a smile on your face and patted Peters shoulders.

“From here, you’re gonna go eat dinner with your aunt. I’m gonna go get some food with my friends, since I actually have them now. And we’re gonna see each other on Thursday in class.”

“Oh. Right. Okay. I’ll see you in class then.” Peter smiled tightly and hoped it didn’t let his disappointment show. He started walking to his car when he heard your voice again.

“Hey Peter?” You called and he turned around.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for getting your knuckles bloody for me.” You smiled at him.

“Anytime.” He smiled back. He got into the passenger seat of Mays car and waited until he couldn’t see you in the side view mirror before breaking down. May rubbed his back and said nothing as Peter cried in his hands.

“I love her. And I ruined it. I fucked it all up.” He cried.

“You don’t know that.” May said kindly. “You might still get a chance to make things right.”

“I don’t think so. She just wants to be friends.“

“I’m sorry, honey.”

“It’s okay. She could’ve written me out of her life entirely. At least we get to be friends now.” Peter said as he wiped his face. May frowned and cupped his chin.

“Let’s go home, honey.” May said. “It’ll be better in the morning.

In the morning, Peter woke up to an email confirming his suspension. He was allowed to return to campus a week later and when he did, he had everyone’s eyes on him. He kept his head down and made his way to the chemistry class he had with you. You exchanged friendly smiles with each other but that was it. Your relationship stayed in a sorta friends but sorta strangers area until the end of the semester. With one week until finals, you finally talked again.

“Hey.” You said as you caught up to him after class. Peter looked around the hallway for who you might be talking to and found no one.

“Me?” He asked.

“Yeah, you. I wanted to show you something.” You smiled coyly and handed him the test you had just gotten back in class. Peter saw a big “96” written on the top in red ink, your highest score yet.

“Woah, 96? That’s really awesome. Great job. I knew you could do it.” Peter smiled proudly and handed it back to you.

“Thank you. I never thought I’d actually pass this class. Turns out I just needed a tutor.” You said with a small shrug. Peter smiled fondly at you and nodded his head. He didn’t know why you were suddenly talking to him, but he didn’t mind it.

“You were always smart.” He insisted. “You just needed someone to explain it in a new way. I’m proud of you. That should go up on the tiny fridge in your dorm.”

“If I had a magnet or even knew where to get one, I would.” You joked. Peter laughed before a comfortable silence settled between you. You looked at each other for a moment before you took a deep breath and looked down at the test.

“So, uh, we have our final coming up soon so I was wondering if you were free to study together sometime? Maybe in the library?” You asked him.

“Oh, sure. I can definitely help you.” He nodded enthusiastically.

“Great, thanks. And maybe we can get some food after.” You suggested.

“Yeah. Totally.” He agreed.

“Like a date.” You added. Peters eyes lit up as he processed what you had said.

“You want to go on a date? With me?”

“I’ve been thinking.” You began. “You were the first person at this school who took the time to get to know me. And in that time, I got to know you too. I know you’re not a mean person. I know you aren’t like the guys who used to make fun of me. And I know I’ve said plenty of things in moments of anger that I wished I could take back. So I have a proposition for you.”

“Which is?” Peter wondered.

“If you ever call me that word again, we’re done for good. No second chances. But since I believe you’re sorry and wouldn’t do it again, I would like to give us another shot. What do you think?”

“I would also like that very much please.” Peter said immediately. You laughed at his quick answer and held out your hand. Peter took it and you walked down the hallway together. He walked you to your next class, just like old times, and stopped outside the door. You were about to say goodbye when he pulled you into a hug. You melted into his arms and hugged him back, closing all the distance that had grown between you.

“Thank you for giving me a second chance.” He said for just you to hear.

“I had too. I missed you too much for that to have been our end.”

“I missed you too.” He said as he pulled out of the hug but kept his arms around you. You looked into his eyes for a minute and smiled softly.

“For the record, I loved you too.” You told him. Peter gasped a little before breaking into a cool and collected smile.

“For the record, I was all in from the moment you borrowed my pen. Not that it’s a competition or anything.” He shrugged, making you laugh a little.

“You know, I still have that pen. It’s really good, too. Is that your thing? You give helpless girls pens and hope they’ll fall in love with you?” You teased him.

“That’s exactly what I do. You’re just the first it’s ever worked on.” He humored you.

“Oh yeah? And just how many girls have you given pens too?a rough estimate would be nice. I’d like to know who my competition is.”

“Oh, jeez. That’s hard to say. It’s gotta be hundreds of girls. Maybe even thousands. I’ve given a pen to more girls than you could ever imagine.“

“Wow. Thats a lot of girls to give pens too. I didn’t realize you were such a busy boy. Are you some kind of slut or something?” You asked with a slight gasp to poke fun at the reputation that used to weigh you down.

“I think I might be actually, yeah.” He sighed and shrugged his shoulder.

“I see.” You chuckled. “That must be why we get along so well.

“Wait, why?” Peter wondered and no longer followed the joke.

“Because.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “Takes one to know one.”

THE END

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softwebss · 2 years

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Hi! Can you write somethinh with MJ confessing to fem reader? Or gender neutral, don't make difference

accident-prone . michelle jones

♡ synopsis: mj fixes you up after a mishap in gym class, and she accidentally confesses to you // gender neutral reader

♡ warnings: fluff, mentions of bruising, first aid, injury + a bit of swearing, a suggestive reference at the end

♡ a/n: oml anon I'm so sorry for posting this SO late skldwffga :((( I've been really busy w exams and studying for midterms so I didn't find the inspiration or time to even start!!! but I hope you like it <3

"you're such a dumbass," mj smirked, teaching you how to do the math problem you were stuggling in properly. Honestly, you studied barely anything. the complications of the formula were bugging you, and you really didn't want to fail in your midterms. "tell me something I don't know!" you groaned, scribbling the wrong answer and writing the correct one. "WATCH OUT!" mj shouted out of the blue. you looked up from your notebook, puzzled. BANG! The sheer impact of the basketball made your head fizz, and you felt your brain bang against your head. it all went black, and the last thing you heard was a muffled yell from mj. studying in the basketball court was not a good idea. "THE FUCK WAS THAT, BRAD?!" mj was on extreme stress. her crush, the literal love of her life just got smacked in the head with a basketball. great, wasn't it? she just tried warning you, but damnit your slow reaction time just ruined it all. mj had everything she wanted, you and her having some sweet alone time, finishing up some math assignments like usual. she finally mustered the courage up to make a move, because your oblivious self didn't have a clue. or so she thought. mj shoved the door behind her, carrying her bookbag inside the room. there you were, sprawled across the sofa, with a bruised forehead. you dozed peacefully, and she smiled at the way you slept, careless of who or what was around you. the sudden slam of the door made you shuffle a bit. mj froze in her place, afraid of what you might do or say. yeahhhh, she did just technically kidnap you, you could say that. it wasn't that bad. your eyes fluttered open, and the might thing that you spotted was the grey blanket laid onto you. you groaned, rubbing the previously hit area. mj smiled at your cuteness. it was absolutely heart wrenching to her. "what the fuck happened," you groaned. mj plopped the bag on a nearby couch and leant downwards to fetch something from a fridge. "you, my friend, just got hit in the head with a baskeball," she mumbled, clearing the fridge out to find her ice pack.

"I DID WHAT?"

"courtesy of Brad Davis, of course," she added. you smacked yourself in the forehead to emphasis the stupidity you just heard. that made the ringing in your head even worse.

"aha!" she announced, carrying the ice pack towards you. your breath hitched at the sight of her care towards you. mj caressed your head and told you to lean back.

"love, if you keep moving your head I won't be able to fix it up, and there will be a gigantic bruise," mj cooed. you stiffened, crooning your neck toward her. "l-love?" you choked.

"DUMB, DUMB!" she cut off, looking sideways, trying to advert your eyes. "I MEANT DUMB- HAHA-" she nervously laughed, holding the ice pack against you. did she... did she just call you love? the slip of tongue was so absent minded of her. she mentally facepalmed. mj tried to distract you by further examined your injury, trying to soothe the pain. you looked her in the eyes and noticed the beauty of them. how could you not have noticed that before? she looked you and sighed relentlessly. your eyes were closed now, soothed by her touch. the ice pack made the bruise go halfway away. she, on the other hand, thought you were asleep. but you felt her gaze on you, and the sheer care that she showed for you made you just melt. "I love you so goddamn much," you breathed out unconsiously. it was a whisper, but it meant the world to her. when she heard you, she leant down and grabbed your collar.

"WHA-" you exclaimed at the sudden gesture, as she pulled you in and kissed you. it wasn't a big deal, your biggest crush just kissed you, you told yourself.

but honestly? it meant the fucking world. the tenderness of her soft lips against yours, the touch of her skin creeping up on her. an arm snaked around your waist, and you ran a hand through her hair. the feeling of electric shocks ran through you.

a ball of warmness mixed with flurries of anxious butterflies churned in your stomach. "you're so accident-prone" she grinned, pulling away from you, the sensation still electrifying you. and lets just say, that day ended with the both of you on top of each other, doing something you probably weren't supposed to do

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piratesfromspace · 2 years

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Forget the pain (Rooster x Reader)

Pairing: Rooster x Reader

It’s my headcanon Rooster wouldn’t mind helping you get better when you’re on your period. So here is a little something about just that. This is pure comforting filth.

Warnings: hurt & comfort, very explicit, smut, menstrual sex, blood kink (kinda), oral, no penetration, tiny bit of size kink (Rooster is tall ok). Word count: 1.4k

Imagine 1 // Imagine 2 // MASTERLIST

“Wow, are you ok?”

Rooster features immediately steel at your sight. You are only wearing your underwear and a white top tank, laid in a fetal position on your bed. Your knees are tucked against your chest, eyes closed and eyebrows knitted in a pained expression.

“What happened?” he inquires, a hint of panic in his voice. “It’s just… Ngh… Nevermind, I’m gonna be okay…” you grunt through gritted teeth. “Who did this to you?” he adds, tone urgent, anger already bubbling under his skin. “Tell me! Who?” he goes on, voice raising, muscles in his arms already flexing.

“Brad, for fuck sake…” you answer, searching for his eyes. “You can be such a dumbass.” you continue, trying to smile through the pain. “I’m just on my period.” He inhales loudly, and calms down enough to sit next to you. The mattress of your bed dips a little. His knuckles reach for your fevered cheek. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, I-I…” he stammers. He knows his anger - his fear - is something he still can't quite control.

“Shut up, just hold me tight, please.” you cut short his lengthy explanation about how he’s losing his mind at the idea of someone hurting you - you’ve heard it a couple of times already. He goes to therapy for this. Now is not the time to examine it further.

“Yes, Ma’am” he complies, kicking off his shoes and settling on the bed against your back, his strong arms holding you.

You’re not that small, you follow the same training as him, all the intense sessions at the gym and in the sky molding your body to be as efficient and dangerous as his. But Rooster is definitely taller than you, and as he tucks you against his broad chest, intertwining his legs with yours, you feel immediately safer.

He carefully lays one large hand on your belly. His warm palm is no match for the feeling of your inside being currently ripped out, but it helps you relax a little at least. You take comfort wherever you can on days like this.

He noses at your neck, pressing his face against the soft skin there. “You smell good.” he whispers after a while.

“Yeah, I just took a shower” you pause, a grin growing on your face “Maybe you should try it too, you know?” you add playfully. “I’m trying to be nice, and that’s how I’m rewarded??” Rooster protests. He squeezes you in retaliation, tickling your sides while you erupt in laughter and tries to escape. The joyful fight is cut short when your guts protest the sudden activity, and sharp pain courses through your belly again. Your whole body tenses and locks abruptly. Bradley notices and babbles excuses, he pets your hair while you swear under your breath, exhaling slowly to try and ride the wave of pure hurt.

“I want to help you, love, like last time, remember? Do you want to?” he offers. You almost blush at his question, because, well, last time, he wanted to try and see if sex would make it better. He had sneaked his hand between your legs and he had made you come again and again until your nerves had been flooded with enough pleasure to act as a shield from the torture of your guts. It worked perfectly.

You nod your approval, but instead of slipping his fingers in your panties, he unlatches himself from your body, and brings your underwear down your legs. He’s still behind you, and he starts kissing his way down your back, hands open wide on your hips.

“Brad, what are you doing?” you protest, face half smushed into your pillow. “I want to make you feel good. I want to taste you.” he says against the small of your back “I want to lick your pussy until the only thing in your mind is me. Until you're not hurting anymore.” he adds, opening your legs from behind, forcing one leg down straight and the other at a right angle.

“Jesus…” you mutter, already dazed, hands gripping the pillow tightly. You sometimes forget how blunt he can be with his words, and how hot it makes you. His skilled hands gently but firmly handling your limbs only add to the feeling. Still, you know you’re bleeding and when you can feel his warm breath against your ass, you get too self-conscious to not stop him.

“Brad… I’m sorry, I-there might be blood, I don’t know if…” Fuck. He licks a wide stripe along the seam of your cunt, and the air is punched out of your lungs. Both his palms cover the top back of your thighs, keeping you in place and slowly spreading your folds open.

“I don’t care baby” he drawls. He licks again, pressing his tongue at the top of your slit when he reaches it. “A little blood doesn’t scare me.” he huffs against your core, before going back. His tongue explores your cunt for long minutes, and you let him search every little corner of your flesh for sensitive spots. Every now and then, his teeth are lightly scraping against your skin, a stark contrast with the warmth of his mouth when he engulfs you whole. He eats you like you’re his favorite meal and he wants to savor every bite of it. Lick every last drop.

You’re writhing on the sheets, face burning from his shamelessness and the obscenity of him going down on you from behind, greedily lapping at your blood and your wetness.

You’re going liquid under his ministrations, and by the time he finally seals his mouth on your clit and sucks, you’re so wet his fingers slip when they try to hold your lips open. You cry into the pillow because it feels so good, you’re not gonna last long. Your knuckles are growing white, tight on the sheets. You wish you could hold him instead though. At this angle, you can’t grip his hair and hold his head and dictate the rhythm, you have to trust him to give you what you need.

It’s like he senses your frustration and he leaves you for a second. “Let go, I got you baby” his voice is strained, almost as if he were drunk. Drunk but still thirsty for more. He’s enjoying this as much as you.

He dives back into your open pussy, focusing on your swollen clit. Hands pressing you down against the mattress, against his hungry mouth. He’s getting rougher, he leans his entire body into it, locking your hips and legs in place so you won’t squirm away.

“Rooster…” you beg “I’m gonna… fuck, don’t stop” you wheezes. Pressure builds and builds in your burning core, and it hits you, waves of ecstasy sweeping over your trembling form. Rooster doesn’t stop, he brings you down on his tongue, grinds your cunt against it. He can’t get enough of you. You ride it as long as you can, pushing through the overstimulation until a second high makes your body seize. You muffle your own screams in the pillow, already stained by your tears and saliva. He holds you tight, finally slowing his frantic pace. He licks at your wetness a few more times, drinking the tremors of your spasming cunt.

When he emerges from between your legs, and shifts on the bed to lay in front of you, his chin is covered in your slick. There’s no trace of blood though. He wipes his lips - pink and shiny from his previous activity - with the back of his hand, and you can’t refrain from grabbing his T-shirt to kiss him. He tastes like you, sweet and tangy, and just a slight note of iron - your blood you guess - at the back of his tongue.

“Did it work? Because if not, I’ll be glad to try again” he offers prudently, voice low. “I think so, yeah… Thanks Rooster”, you bury your face against his chest. “But I need to shower again now. Maybe you can come with me?” you look at him, a mischievous smile growing on your lips. “I was not kidding earlier, you kinda stink” you complete as you scrunch your nose for emphasis.

“Oh I swear you’re gonna be in trouble Lieutenant…” he playfully threatens, sweeping you in his arms and marching to the bathroom while your giggles grow louder with each step.

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ultram0th · 1 year

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“…thank you for the pointers, Mr. Rowe,” the smaller guy, Chuck, said with a big smile on his face.

Brad grinned back and nodded, slapping a beefy hand onto the tiny’s man’s shoulder, completely engulfing it. “Of course,” he said. “I’m always happy to help guys pack on muscle. We can get you to this size soon.” For emphasis, the bodybuilder brought both of his arms in front of his chiseled chest and flexed, his pecs inflating with power.

Brad had been approached by Chuck in the gym who wanted to ask for some workout tips, stating that he was a major source of fitness inspiration for the guy. Brad was honored and rather enjoyed it when he could interact with his fans, so he was all too happy to give the little guy a pointer or two on how to pack on muscle. Plus, he could tell by the longing stare in Chuck’s eyes that the smaller guy found him attractive, hence he figured he could be nice and flex for him.

But Brad’s generous attitude was immediately halted when he felt a cool gust of air brush over him, discovering that he could’t move out of his flexed position. He strained his massive muscles and tried with all of his might to bring his arms down and stop puffing out his pecs, but all to no avail.

Brad started to panic when he couldn’t even open up his mouth or make a noise— he was completely frozen in place like a living statue.

“There we go,” Chuck cheered as he clapped his hands together excitedly. “I knew that there’d be no way you could resist striking a pose, and I knew that’d be the perfect position to keep you in.”

Brad couldn’t even move his eyes and he screamed internally, feeling so utterly weak and powerless as he was stuck like a stone. He wasn’t even sure if his heart was picking up speed in his panic nor could he even feel himself breathe. All he was capable of was looking out forwards while maintaining his pose.

Chuck walked circles around the helpless muscle man. “I wasn’t lying when I said that you were a source of motivation though,” he said as he looked over the wide expanse of the bodybuilder’s form. “But not so much for me, since I’m not interested in bulking up. But my clients have raved about how they would love an up close and personal inspection so that they could feel motivated to work out.”

Brad could hear what sounded like numerous footsteps approaching down the hallway, making him start to panic even further. Had he been capable, he would’ve been begging for help or trying to make a bet in order to get released. He couldn’t be stuck performing a pseudo most muscular pose for the rest of his life!

“I’m not heartless though,” Chuck mocked. “In fact, I came up with a way both parties can enjoy themselves.” He gently caressed the crazy width of Brad’s broad back.

The simple touch of another man’s hand on his frozen skin lit up fires of lust inside of Brad. Had he been able to, Brad would’ve moaned out loud at the touch and his cock would’ve been rock hard. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel a pressure growing deep inside of him as if he were getting close to orgasm.

“Nice right?” Chuck laughed. “Every touch of a man will only cause you get more and more turned on; too bad statues can’t cum. Maybe I’ll check back on you in a year or two… if I remember.”

Chuck smirked back at the petrified Brad as he exited the room. Brad wasn’t alone for long though, as three bodybuilders walked inside, each one carrying their gym bags with them. Once they were inside the small room, each one gasped as they took in the sight before them.

“Holy shit!” the one in red exclaimed, rushing forward to examine Brad. “The gym actually installed a Brad Rowe statue!”

Brad bristled inside at being called a statue and he tried to muster any strength he still had to plead with the other men to help him. It was useless though as he was completely immobile and voiceless.

“It’s so lifelike,” the one in blue mused.

The one in yellow stepped forward and placed an admiring hand on Brad’s plump pec. Again, simply at the feel of another man’s warm, beefy hand on his muscle sent fireworks of pleasure throughout Brad. His mind immediately clouded over and instead of internally begging for help, he begged for the other men to feel up his stone muscles. Their hands were like lightening, sending darts of pleasure all throughout his core.

“Check out his booty,” the one in red laughed, going so far as to cup each muscular cheek in his large hands.

Had he been able to, Brad would’ve black out from the sheer force of cumming. The orgasm that he couldn’t reach was building up inside of him, creating such an impossible pressure that was only growing larger and larger as the three other bodybuilders ran admiring and disbelieving hands over his pecs, his biceps, his thighs. One even grazed his cock and Brad wished more than anything that he could cum.

He felt so turned on by the beefy hands on his vast form and he craved more and more. Had his cock been able to move, it would’ve been at full mast, shooting off load after load as the men felt up his petrified muscles.

The bodybuilder in blue ran over to the door and opened it, poking his head out. “Hey!” he shouted down the hall. “You guys have to come and see this!”

Brad could barely concentrate with the pleasured pressure that kept growing inside of him, making him feel like he was about to explode into a mess of hormones and cum. But the sounds of other muscle men approaching created such a sense of excitement. That was quickly fogged over when one of the men flicked his hard nipple, nearly making him black out as his horniness exploded to unforeseen proportions.

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samaraj · 2 years

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Pairing - Bradley Bradshaw x OC Savannah Shay

Warnings - Smut

Story - A passionate weekend, a confession, a top gun pilot and a girl called Savannah

“It’s so good to see you sweetheart”. Your Aunt Penny pulled you to her side in the cramped bar. “But you have to tell him .. I know how you feel darling but he really has a right to know”.

“Pen ..”

“Sweetheart .. please”.

“I haven’t heard from him in months Pen. We spent one weekend together and he ..” You chewed on your bottom lip. “He made it clear that he was focused on his job .. he didn’t want a relationship and he even told me a family wasn’t on the cards. Something about his Dad leaving him?”

“Goose didn’t leave him love. He died when Bradley was a young boy”. Penny sighed. “There’s a whole lot of hurt there still”.

“He told me Pen. We talked about jobs and stuff … family came up too. He came right out with it, said he didn’t want kids at all. Thought .. he’d call at least?”

“Love, he lost his Dad young .. then his mum when he was a young adult. He’s lost a lot”. Your Aunt Penny rubbed your arm softly. “Rooster has a tough exterior but .. there’s a lot you don’t know about him”.

“Well I can’t just turn up in his life and say hey brad guess what!” You gestured to your growing bump. “You knocked me up and now your gonna be a Dad! Like it or not”.

“Honey …” Your Aunt Penny rolled her eyes. “How he takes it is his choice ok? But you have to do …” She drifted off, looking out the window.

“What?” You looked around her and saw Hangman and Phoenix heading into the bar. “Oh no! Thought you said they weren’t here? You said they were on some kind of mission somewhere!” You started to panic. That was the reason you came to see your Aunt .. knowing you could have the chance to talk to her without worrying about seeing Rooster.

“Mav told me that!” Penny got out her phone. “Jesus there’s a bloody message!”

“What?” You tugged at your oversized t shirt suddenly wishing you’d bought a sweater.

“From Mav. They abandoned the mission and arrived back at base”. Penny ran her hand through her hair.

“Shit that means …”

“Honey .. I had no idea. I thought we’d have this weekend together”. Penny watched as Phoenix laughed at Hangman before opening the bar door. “You can’t avoid this .. either leave now or stay”.

“Fuck”. You swore and realised Phoenix had seen you. No way out now.

“Sav?” Phoenix nudged Hangman as they both walked over. “That you?”

“Oh yeah .. just dropped by to see Pen”. You smiled as your heart raced. “Nice to see you guys”.

“Hey Sav”. Hangman ordered drinks then eyed you suspiciously. “You look different”.

You cringed, knowing you’d put on some weight but the bar was hiding your 5 month bump.

“Been binging too much with exams you know? I need to hit the gym”. You shrugged but noticed Phoenix eying you.

Hangman glanced at you again before noticing someone at the bar and engaging in conversation. You breathed a sigh of relief.

“You sure that’s it?” Phoenix stared at you as Penny cleared her throat.

“Yeah why?” You busied yourself wiping down the benches, praying that she’d leave it alone.

“No reason”. Phoenix took a sip of her beer. “Rooster is coming you know”.

“Rooster? Oh right”.

“You couldn’t have forgotten him”. Phoenix smiled. “You two were inseparable last time you were here”.

“For one weekend Phoenix”.

“Still .. Rooster really liked you”.

“Yeah well ..” You shrugged. “I liked him too but his life is just hectic you know?”

“Course I do. I live his life”. Phoenix smiled. “Uh speak of the devil”.

You followed her gaze as Rooster walked into the bar. He hadn’t changed. Sunglasses on, that same Hawaiian shirt that he loved. His skin looked a bit more tanned since you saw him last, but otherwise he was the same pilot that had stolen your heart.

“Pen?” You whispered, nudging your Aunt. “I need .. I can’t Pen”. You inched your way towards the bar door and spun around quickly before hurrying out.

“Sav?”

You kept walking quickly even though Phoenix was calling out your name. You finally made it into the back office and quickly shut the door. Your eyes fixated on your white sneakers while you mentally tried to figure out what to do.

“What now?” You couldn’t hide in the office forever. Rooster and his friends would drink for hours!

“Savanah?”

You jumped at the sound of his voice .. Bradley Bradshaw was standing on the otherside. You covered your mouth with your hands as you tried to think of a way out of the cluttered office. You eyed the small window then shook your head when you realized you’d never fit.

“I know you’re in there”.

You rested your head against the timber realizing how ridiculous the whole situation was. You were an adult hiding out in an office because you couldn’t confront the position you were in.

“Yeah I’m just .. I’m ..” You drifted off. “I’m just trying to find something for Pen”. You slapped your forehead.

“Sav .. what’s going on? You literally bolted out the bar. Don’t you wanna see me?”

“No it’s not that Bradley .. look it’s hard to explain”. You wiped at your eyes. “Uh .. can you meet me in the carpark maybe? Give me ten minutes?”

“The car park? .. guess I can do that”.

“I just need a moment”. You paused and listened as his footsteps faded. You glanced at your watch and waited. This was it .. you couldn’t get out of it now. All the months you spent crying, analyzing your choices, wondering about Rooster ..soon he’d know and nothing would be the same. You breathed in and out a couple of times before grabbing Penny’s jacket and putting it on.

As you walked into the carpark hugging the jacket over your stomach you saw Rooster leaning up against his truck. He was looking in the other direction so you saw his side profile. He still made your heart skip a beat after this time apart. Slowly he turned to look at you.

“Hey you ok?” He started to walk towards you as your lip trembled. God you hated your raging hormones. “Savannah?”

“I’m ok”. You stood in front of him as his eyes scanned yours. He looked hesitant after seeing the apprehension on your face. “Brad I’m sorry .. I mean .. I should have tried to contact you. I should have let Mav know at least .. but .. it happened and it was a shock and then ..”

“Darling you’re pretty when you ramble”. Rooster brushed your hair away from your face. “What’s going on?”

Slowly you stepped back from him and opened up penny’s jacket. Your hands moved protectively over your bump as you watched the mixture of expressions cross his face.

“This is what’s going on Brad. I’m pregnant”. You paused. “I’m having your baby”.

“Mine?” Bradley stared at you then slapped his forehead. “I didn’t mean ..”

“I’ve not been with anyone else Bradley .. a year before you and nobody after”.

“I just .. i mean .. I was careful”. Rooster rubbed at his eyes and you felt your heart sink. “I always used a condom”.

“Nothing is foolproof Brad”. You swallowed. “Look it’s ok .. I don’t want anything from you. I don’t need you to support us in any way ok? My parents have been great and I’ve got Aunt Pen and other friends. I graduate next month so I’ll be working and supporting us”. You wiped at the tears that had fallen down your face. “I don’t need a god dammed thing from you Bradley. Your life doesn’t have to change ok? Go back to flying planes and forget that we ever had this conversation!”

“Forget?” Bradley paused for a moment but you could tell by the way his jaw clenched that he was upset. “Why the hell did you tell me then?”

“Because I had to! You wouldn’t leave me alone till I came out the office!”

“Jesus”. Rooster rubbed at his jaw turn his eyes flickered to Phoenix and Hangman who came out the bar. Your eyes followed his and you knew the two could see your baby bump. There was no going back now.

“I’m going Bradley. I told you .. now you know. You choose what you want from here. You’re a big boy I think you can do that much”.

“Savannah ..”

“Go back to your buddies, go back to flying .. we’re not going to cramp your style”. You suddenly shoved at his chest hard before storming off. You were angry and hurt, his reaction was what you predicted. He didn’t want this baby.

“Sav?” Phoenix’s hand grabbed your arm. “Thought you were .. just .. give him some time”.

“I shouldn’t have to”. You smiled sadly noticing the way Hangman eyed Rooster. “I’m ok though .. going back to my life and yeah .., gonna look after this little one”. You shrugged suddenly feeling stupid that you had to explain to anyone. “See you guys”.

You waved at Penny as you fumbled to get your keys out your pocket. You saw that she was deep in conversation with Maverick who was sitting at the bar. They were no doubt talking about you and your pregnancy. You knew that you’d put Penny in a difficult position by asking her not to tell Maverick earlier. They had just started dating and you prayed that this wouldn’t cause a strain on their relationship.

“Fucking great”. You got in your car and started the ignition. You saw Phoenix deep in conversation with Rooster while Hangman was shaking his head. “Time to go”. You drove in silence wondering whether he was mad at you? Maybe he was just shocked? Confused? Maybe this was really the last time you’d see him?

You got back to Penny’s apartment and immediately went in your room to pack. You planned to leave in the morning and go back to your life, after all .. now that Rooster knew and was around it would just make things uncomfortable.

You had barely closed your suitcase when the doorbell rang. You assumed it would be Phoenix if anyone, she’d probably want to talk to you and to see if you were ok.

“I’m coming”. You yelled out as you fumbled with the key. You pulled the door open to find Rooster, hands in his pockets.

“What are you doing here?” You folded your arms against your chest. “I’m trying to pack so I don’t have time ..”

“Can I come in?” Rooster paused. “Please?”

You sighed then held the door open, noticing the tray of drinks and paper bag he was holding.

“I uh .. picked up coffee and Penny sent some muffins”. Rooster held them out to you.

“Oh ok”. You took the food and drinks, placing them on the coffee table. “We can talk here if you want. But like I said, I don’t have long because ..”

“I’m sorry”. Rooster breathed out deeply. “I freaked out .. I never .. I mean I didn’t think I wanted kids. I know what my job is like. My dad .. he died doing it and I remember waiting for him to come home and he never did”. Rooster watched you sit on the lounge before sitting down next to you.

“Bradley ..”

“No just listen please ..” Rooster shifted on the lounge. “I’m just so fucking scared .. I’ve made a point of never getting close to anyone, never letting anyone get attached to me. I’ve never had anyone need me before or rely on me. I’ve done that on purpose”.

“I know Bradley .. this wasn’t on the cards for me either. In the future maybe but not right now”. You paused. “I’m scared too. I have a baby growing inside of me Brad .. I’m worried that I won’t be a good mother, that I’ll mess things up like my own mother did”.

“Hey .. you won’t”. Rooster scratched the back of his neck. A sign you’d picked up on when he was nervous.

“Well that’s how I feel but .. I can’t let my fears get the better of me. I’m going to have a little person that needs me”.

“I know .. I’m sorry Sav. You turning up just now telling me that you’re pregnant”. Rooster swallowed. “I acted like a complete dickhead I know. I was just shocked .. Then all my fears got stired up .. i was too caught up in my god dammed head”.

“Brad .. I get that you don’t want to be a father. That you don’t want this baby. And I’m telling you that you ..”

“No that’s not it!” Rooster grabbed your hands. “That’s not it .. I mean, I thought that was it but watching you drive away scared me more. Truth is, you’re all I’ve thought about these past few months. Ask Mav .. you’ve messed with my head big time”.

“You’ve thought of me?”

“I’ve been caught out many times. Thinking of you when i should be focused flying .. been grounded mid flight because of you”. Rooster smiled softly.

“It’s not just me Brad”. You breathed out deeply. “It’s me plus one”.

“Think I played a part in that”.

“Yeah you did”. You swallowed feeling suddenly emotional. “You know Im grateful that you’ve told me how you feel about me, but you can still walk away you know that right?”

“Why the fuck would I do that?” Rooster cupped your face. “I want you .. i want this baby”.

“Really Brad? You really mean that?”

“Cross my heart love”. Rooster smiled. “Doesn’t mean I’m not scared shitless though”.

“So am I”.

Suddenly Rooster was kissing you and you were right back to your weekend with him .. his mouth felt the same, he smelled the same .. god how you’d missed him.

“Bradley ..” You breathed against his mouth as the kisses you shared made your toes curl. “Take me to bed or lose me forever”.

You felt him smile against your mouth before he leaned down and picked you up bridal style.

“Last room on the left”. You mumbled against his mouth as Rooster carried you like you were nothing. His mouth barely left yours as he navigated through the cramped hallway and into your room, kicking the door closed with his foot.

“You sure?” He looked down at you as you lay on your bed.

“Are you?”

“Yes Mam”

“Then come here”. You smiled as he pulled off his t shirt and undid his jeans before crawling over your body and undressing you. When you were clad in nothing more than your white bra and panties, Rooster kissed your neck then made his way down your body. You noticed the tension in his arms as he kept his weight off you.

“Brad”. You moaned as he lifted your bra cup up and covered your nipple with his mouth. His finger tweaked the other one gently.

“These are bigger”. Rooster smirked against your skin. “God you’re beautiful”.

You sucked in a breath as he continued down your body. His hands rubbed your stomach softly and you sat up on your elbows as you watched him take in your form.

“I made a baby”.

“We made a baby”. You corrected him.

“I did this … I can’t believe it”. Rooster kissed your stomach softly. “This is amazing .. you feel amazing”.

“You might feel him kick if you’re lucky”.

“Him?” Rooster looked up at you in shock. “It’s a boy?”

“Yeah .. haven’t told anyone”. You smiled. “We’re having a son Brad”.

“Jesus”. Rooster covered your stomach in kisses. “No more surprises ok? Don’t think I can handle any more!”

“You ok?” You ran your hand across his cheek.

“I’m ok Love .. I just can’t believe all this”. Rooster smiled at you, his hands still caressing your belly. “But as much as I’d like to keep talking about our baby, I really need to focus on my job”.

“Your job?” You laughed as Rooster shushed you and slipped your underwear off. His hands parted your thighs and he settled in between them.

“Yeah my job ..” He kissed your inner thigh as you threw your head back. “To make you cum”.

“Oh …” The moment his mouth sucked on your clit you were gone. He had an extremely talented mouth and seemed to play you like an instrument. His fingers eased inside your body and soon he had you right on the brink. His talented tongue flicked across your swollen nub as you gripped the sheets tight. Your toes curled and you screamed his name over and over again as you came undone.

“Brad”. You said breathlessly as you watched him wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. He smiled then lay next to you flat on his back.

“Ride me”. Rooster helped you straddle his waist as his hands moved from your hips across to the swell of your stomach. You moved up on your knees and lined him up at your entrance before easing down slowly.

“Oh god”. You felt that familiar stretch and burn.

“Slow love”. Rooster sucked on his thumb before moving his hand in between your legs. The sensation helped you relax and soon you had him deeply inside of you. “That’s it .. fuck you feel amazing. So tight around me”.

You began to move slowly and you marveled in the way that Rooster’s eyes were roaming across your body. From your face to the movement of your breasts, then in between your legs.

“You ok?” He gazed at you intently. “Talk to me”

“So good Brad …you feel so good”. Your hands rested on his chest. “Feel so good inside me”.

“Fuck .. you look like a goddess”. Rooster’s hands rested on your hips, guiding you into a slightly faster pace. He moved forward, capturing your nipple in his mouth. “These .. god baby you have no idea ..”

You felt your body flush. He had this affect on you .. knowing just how to set you on fire quickly. You were relieved that he loved the changes in your body .. the way his hands kept moving over your stomach and breasts told you that. You started to grow in confidence so leaned up on your knees slightly and started to really ride him.

“Fuck just like that .. Jesus”. Rooster watched you reach your hands back, grabbing his thighs as you started to really move. His hands grabbed your breasts as you rolled your hips.

“So fucking turned on right now .. god your body” Rooster was practically moaning. “Tight pussy, gorgeous tits …full of my baby”.

“Please .. Brad” You loved when he talked dirty and you were glad that your condition hasn’t changed anything.

“Everyone’s gonna know who you belong too huh? Who put this baby in you”. Rooster started to thrust up into you. “Can feel you clenching. You gonna cum for me love?”

“Yes ..” You panted above him.

“Cum on my cock”.

“Bradley!” You felt it starting. Coiling in your stomach and your heart beating loudly. “Please!”

“Let go”.

That was all it took for your second release to hit you hard and your ears rang from the sounds you were making.You felt the urge to fall forward, as suddenly your arms and legs felt like jelly. Rooster seemed to understand and he quickly sat up so that it was easier for you to rest your arms on his shoulders while the continued to thrust into you.

You moved to watch his face and he stared at you. His face and chest covered in a light sheen of sweat, his breathing ragged and his cheeks slightly flushed pink. You wished you could pause this moment because he never looked sexier to you than when he was about to climax.

“Need you Brad”. You felt his hands on your hips, stilling your movements as he chased his release. You felt him before you heard any sounds leave his mouth. He grunted into your shoulder as he came inside you with a few jerks of his hips. Warmth filled your body and then there was silence except for the sounds of breathing. His hands roamed your body, moving gently across your skin exactly how he was every single time.

“You ok?” His breath tickled your neck but was quickly replaced by his mouth, kissing the skin of your jaw.

“More than ok”.

“I came inside you”. He laughed. “Guess I can now that you’re pregnant”.

“Can’t get me pregnant twice Bradshaw”. You looked at him and smiled.

“I’m really gonna be a father”. Rooster stared at you before resting his forehead on yours. He slowly moved his hips, slipping out of your body and pulling you in closer.

“Yes you are .. we have a lot to look forward to”. You paused then grabbed at his wrist, placing his hand to the side of your stomach. “Can you feel that? I mean it’s only early and not like full on kicks but …”

“I can … kind of like a soft ..”

“Flutter?” You laughed. “That’s your son Brad”.

“Jesus”. Rooster placed his large palm across your stomach. “Probably woke him up with all that screaming you were doing woman”.

“Probably”.

“You sure .. sex is ok?”

“Brad! Yes sex is ok .. I can have sex right up till I give birth”. You paused. “That’s if you’d want to”.

“Of course I want to! You’re bloody gorgeous”. Roosters hands were back on your skin and you smiled, realizing that you might never leave your bed now that his fingers ghosted over the swell of your breasts, stomach and the juncture of your thighs. “You never looked sexier. Your full breasts, stomach .. everything”.

“Brad”. Your hands moved to his hair, tugging slightly as his mouth latched onto your breast. “Again?”

“Again .. now that I’ve gotten that out my system I’m gonna worship you”.

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thevampsworld96 · 10 months

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Show Me - BWS

Hey, everyone. I hope you are all doing well today and that it was a great Monday. While I was at the gym, this fic came to my mind. I really want to improve on my writing, so I'm open to any feedback or requests.

Hope you enjoy this. I loved writing it. I'm not really happy with the title. I didn't want to label it, so I'm sticking with this at the moment. Sorry if there is any spelling mistake or grammar. Enjoy and stay safe.

Warnkng: There some cursing

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"The way he was staring at you, I didn't like one bit. Like there were other people in the bar who were singke why was staring at you like that, what an idiot"

Said Brad walking in to the flat removing his coat and placing it on the sofa and then he removed his shoes as he entered the flat you walked ahead removing the high heels that were wearing your feet were very sore.

Brad carried, reflecting on what happened during the night out.

"He was undressing you throughout the whole night, imagining how you would be without anything on. I know that look I have seen it before in clubs"

He said to you as you sat down on the chair seeing how bad your feet were as they were red and swollen.

"Well, you can't really control any of mens eyes now, can you Brad"?

You say to him sarcastically smiling at him then removing tha earrings you had on while making your way to the shared bathroom to tale out your hair and remove the amount of make up you had on it was becoming very heavy and greasy which meant it was time to remove it all.

As you both entered the room, you sat down in front of your dressing table, seeing how you left it in a meas. Brushes and pallets were left out, unworn jewellery left to one side. You noticed Brad was also in the room now as he carried on remembering the images that he witnessed during the night.

"Be honest with me you liked it, didn't you? You loved the way he looked at you the amount of attention he was giving you"

Brad looked at you with his dark brown eyes with his neck vein was on show as he began to raise his voice you remembered is the amount of alcohol he drank which didn't really help with the situation which made worry about the neighbour as you thought that they were able to hear you.

"Are you feeling alright? Cause you sound fucking mad"

You then turned around to face him.

"What the fuck do you think I am"? You say to him.

"I don't really know anymore why don't you tell me go on I'm listening"

He says while leaning against the bed gazing at you.

"I can't even believe what you're saying, Bradley," you say to him while your mouth is left parted.

You didn't like the way he was acting the number of times you explained to him the conversation that you had with this guy it meant nothing to you it was another guy who you didn't have feelings for what so ever. There was only one man for you, and that was Brad, of course, when he was jealous it was one of the side of him you really didn't like.

"Why did you speak to him? Seriously, wasn't I enough for you tonight, Y/N? " He said, "Did you like the small interaction you both shared?" He said to you sarcastically, but inside, it really bothered him as the jealousy began to grow inside of him.

"OK, let explain he offered to buy me a drink, which, in fact, I politely refused, informing him that I am taken cause I already have someone who can buy me millions of drinks"

You explained and now you were the one who was raising your voice at him as you were arguing over something so small and pointless you weren't really fussed about the neighbours at this point but still you worried if they would hear the argument that the pair of you were having.

"I even told him multiple times that I have a boyfriend"

You explained, and now you were the one who was raising your voice at him.

"I even told him multiple times that I have a boyfriend, but now I am not even sure."

You said to him pushing the tears that began to flood up your eyes.

"Do you have what?"

He asked, looking very confused.

"Do I still have a boyfriend? Cause honestly, it doesn't feel like it. My so called boyfriend didn't even look at me all night or even found time during the night to look at me or compliment me you used to do it every night do all those things Brad you always made me feel special loved. Where is that man, the man I fell in love with. You really need to tell me cause I am not sure why my boyfriend didn't come and dance with me just like we used to"

You paused for a few seconds, facing back to the mirror while Brad remained quiet. You looked at the makeup, which began to vanish from your eyes, so then you resumed, removing all the products you had on your face.

"So yes, to answer your questions, I did appreciate him taking the time staring at me and admiring me the way I looked. The issue was he wasn't you Brad he was just another person"

You said to him, and all he did was sit and listen to what you had to say with arms folded. He still remained silent, shocked with the words you had spoken.

The jealousy drowning every inch of him, his chest moving fast almost if he ran a marathon. His hands were clunched together, which then made its way to his hair, his fingers running through each strand of hair.

Brad couldn't accept the words you have said that you liked to be looked at by other men that weren't him the only man who look at you admiring every inch of your body was him and him only everyone else was definitely off limits.

He never trusted others who were around the bar they were thinking all sorts of things to do with you, which were, of course, restricted. They could stare and attempt to make a move on you but what he wanted to see is how other men in the bar try their very best to have you to make you feel the pleasure that he gave you did the others have the guts to do that with you.

It was definitely a gamble be he was definitely aware you wouldn't really give a fuck about them, always leaving them or making up an excuse and not bother coming back but the more he kept considering if which made him feel something he wasn't really capable to know about.

The words the bickering played inside his head constantly, but it was a side that he never really saw in you, but he loved it.

He then got up from the bed and walked over to you.

"I actually have a better idea. Why did you even come back home with me? you could have gone home with him"

He said you rolled your eyes once at the comment that was made, but it didn't end there as he carried on saying these words in your ear.

"Oh I bet you would liked that wouldn't you?" He said while he huffed.

You felt his breath hitting your ear you aimed to move away from, but he was too fast to grab a hold of your arm.

He then pressed his chest against your back, pushed the hair away from your neck to leave small sweet kisses along your soft, smooth fragrance neck, and to again whisper something in your ears.

"He wouldn't really know what would give you the greatest pleasure he wouldn't know how to make your legs shake like the way I do"

His hands then changed their course they were now travelling down to your legs while you watched his sparkling brown eyes closely while he left kisses down your neck. Once again, you watched the reflection glare back at you.

He then spoken again in a gentle voice.

"He wouldn't really know how you love it the most slowly, calm deep and passionately"

He said to you while his body was glued to yours, which you were now trapped between his warn body and the dressing table which stood in front of you.

"Why don't you fuck yourself"

Say to him, falling into his pressing as his hips grinded into you. You saw him smirking as he moved his hands up to the zipper of your red dress. One strap had fallen, revealing your skin he then let the dress fall to the ground.

"Go then Simpson show me who can fuck me best"

You say to him angrily.

"Trust me, you will be begging for more"

He said as be got to work...

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deputy-buck · 6 months

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This is a transfer post from my old blog!

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Anon I’d like to personally propose we get married immediately- also i will be saying “boathouse” instead of “wheelhouse” now. also I so didn’t mean to take this long-

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GabeWalt: Dumbasses, idiots, literally so oblivious to the fact that everyone else can see them. Walt teases Gabe about the Iraqi hitting on him relentlessly, asking Gabe to take his glasses off as though Walt ““sees something”” and then just saying, “Oh, it’s just a set of beautiful eyes, false alarm.” AND WALKS AWAY-

ManimalChaffin: Clingy👏Bfs👏 Seriously, Jacks has no sense of personal space, he will hang off Chaffin like a jungle gym despite the fact that Chaffin is at least a head shorter than him. Chaffin likes it, likes the physical weighted presence of Jacks right there, knowing he’s nearly always within reach. Once one of them gets out of the Corps, they get an apartment together, adopt a little Jack Russell and name it Shelby.

Manimal/Chaffin/Gabe: Chaffin now has two clingy motherfuckers to deal with, and even though Garza is a little lighter than Jacks, he seems to forget how strong his grip is, often leaving little finger-shaped bruises on Chaffin’s biceps and forearms. Jacks will often shimmy between them and put both his elbows on one of each of their shoulders, Garza will lean into the touch while James stays solid. Garza bends to Jacks, Jacks bends to Chaffin, Chaffin watches out for both of them. It works for them.

BradPoke: Poke forced his way into Brad’s life and Brad got attached- simple as that. Antonio for sure has Brad wrapped around his finger, they banter of course, but Brad will always give way to whatever Poke wants. Brad also doesn’t really know what the fuck to do with a boyfriend so he just kinda waits for Antonio to plan dates and other excursions, observing and taking mental notes from other gay couples, Poke knows he’s doing it and thinks it’s adorable.

StineyTeren: Stiney stole a pair of T’s PT shorts the first day they trained together. It was an accident sort of, being assigned to share a barracks room meant that they shared the same laundry facility as everyone else in the barracks building, there are limited washers available to begin with and good luck getting two open washers. He was trying to be nice! He really was just trying to be nice, he thought Teren didn’t like him because T was so quiet, so Stiney thought it was a good idea to throw T’s laundry in with his own. Uhh, turns out they’re the same size in bottoms, and it turns out Teren labels all his clothes on the inner waistband and collar. Teren noticed it when they were grappling in the sandpits, Stiney’s shorts rode up to his waist and flipped down when he leaned and lunged for T’s legs, T saw the little Sharpie’d block letters on the tag and got distracted, allowing Stiney to finally take him to the ground on the first try. Things between them unfolded from there :)

WaltTrombley: It took so long for Trombley to admit he liked Walt too. So many freakouts, both internal and physical, he was a mess, Walt was patient though, letting Trombley settle down on his own time. Walt ““made a move”” on one of their last days at the abandoned tank repair yard. Bringing him to one of the odd buildings that was deemed too unstable for overnight shelter, Walt grabbed Trombley’s hand when they were behind enough cover that Walt knew nobody could see them and pulled the younger Marine close to his side, sort of leaning on him beings as Trombley is a little taller than him, but still walking. James blurted out “I’m not gay!” yet made no move to let go of Hasser’s hand or push him away, if anything he was the one to intertwine their fingers, rubbing his thumb over the back of Walt’s thumb.

ChaffinGabe: They’re worse about insults than Brad and Ray- That’s their show of affection in public. In private though, James gets a little sappy, Garza will catch James just staring and smiling at him, and when confronted all James says is, “Just can’t believe I got so damn lucky with you.” before pulling Gabe into a sweet, smile-broken kiss. Garza isn’t much better about staring, he can’t help it when Chaffin is fiddling with a new project he picked up, so caught up in how happy James looks.

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GabeWalt: Gabe -just like everyone else honestly- is easily distracted by Walt’s mouth. No, seriously, Gabe has completely forgotten what he was saying mid-sentence all because Walt started chewing at his bottom lip. Walt knows.

Walt for sure knows and does it on purpose but acts all coy. “Ya’okay Gabe?” and pinches his eyebrows together in mock worry, all the while Gabe is desperately trying -and failing- to not get hard right there.

Sometimes he’s painfully honest about why his thoughts sputtered out, “’m fine, just really wanna fuck your mouth right now.” Making Walt grin and bite the tip of his tongue.

ManimalChaffin: Stupid asses. In their tent at Camp Matilda, they fooled around a lot at night. Both of their racks were toward the center of the room which put them closest to the radio they left on all night for white noise, so most of their noises are covered up. Jacks sneaks his way to Chaffin’s rack almost every night, immediately tugging at James’ boxers even before their mouths meet, he’s just so damn eager to get Chaffin’s cock in his mouth. James pets down Anthony’s shoulders and back, not hesitating to squeeze the nape of his neck hard enough to bruise when he cums. Everyone in the tent is already covered in bruises from grappling so it’s not suspicious.

Manimal/Chaffin/Gabe: Gabe didn’t get sexually involved until they returned from their first OIF deployment. It should have been embarrassing how fast they booked a cheap room at a hotel only a klick away from Camp Pendleton’s main gate. They already had their post-deployment long as fuck showers so they didn’t have to wait once they got through the hotel room door. Anthony was already rucking up Garza’s shirt, big hands exploring deceptively soft skin, too excited to finally be able to touch instead of just stealing a couple glances in the showers. Chaffin was really no better, palming his own stiffy and grinning at the other two like they were prizes -which they are to him- and saying how bad he wants to fuck the both of them ‘til they can’t walk.

BradPoke: Brad is a total fuckin’ bottom and it came as no surprise to Tony; he took one look at Brad and just knew this motherfucker was submissive and breedable a bottom- He lets Brad dictate when and where they fuck because he knows Brad hates being all vulnerable ‘n shit, white boy needs to plan and feel in control. It starts pretty much the same every time: Brad eagle-eyeing Poke all day on base, Tony acting like he doesn’t notice but intentionally keeps his body language open and happy to let Brad know he’s not in any type of mood, Brad will ask if Tony wants to have a drink at his place once they’re released, Tony will agree and sometimes give Brad a knowing little once-over and sometimes he won’t. They end up grinding against each other like indignant teenagers on Brad’s couch the second they sit down, Antonio knocking Brad’s stupidly gangly legs apart and pinning his wrists above his head, rubbing his Cammie-clad crotch against Brad’s matching crotch.

“Think you’re fuckin slick, trying to get in your ATL’s pants? That’s just sick, dog.” Tony will say, grinning against Brad’s mouth while he reaches for the velcro and buttons of Brad’s blouse, Brad already going for Tony’s trousers and easily getting them open now that his hands aren’t pinned.

“Like you’re any better.” Brad huffs, letting his head tip back and his eyes flutter closed, a shaky breath leaving him just from wrapping his hand around Antonio’s cock, anticipating the feeling of it filling him almost too full.

StineyTeren: T regularly makes jokes that Stiney should have joined the Navy with his dick-sucking skills and how much he likes being fucked, he would have been a Fleet Admiral in no time. He likes making T feel good, okay? Ain’t his fault Teren makes the prettiest little noises when Stiney takes him all the way down his throat. Praise, lots of praise comes out of Teren’s mouth no matter what they’re doing, but especially when Stiney is prepping himself, three fingers thrusting in and out of his hole, trying to curl them enough to rub at the right spot. T will eventually take pity on the smaller Marine and replace Stiney’s fingers with his own, murmuring praise in Stiney’s ear while he squirms. Also a lot of T getting all hot ‘n bothered over Stiney in his shirts and hoodies, making Stiney wear one of his shirts almost every time they fuck.

WaltTrombley: Imagine sappy, sweet, patient sex... and triple the sweetness. It took a while for Trombley to get comfortable being naked around Walt in a setting that wasn’t just functionally efficient like showering on-base or changing in field tents, so it was huge when James tugged off his own shirt as he crawled over Walt. Lounging back on the couch, an old copy of Band of Brothers propped on his chest, Walt quickly abandons the book to direct his full attention to the pretty, shirtless boy suddenly in his lap. Trombley doesn’t say a word at first as he bends down to press his lips to the other man’s, his left hand cupping Walt’s cheek while he slips his other hand up Walt’s shirt, just petting over ribs for a while before speaking.

“Want you to touch me, Hasser. Will you touch me?” James nearly begs, shifting his hips to grind down against Walt, fingers now toying with the button of Walt’s pants, he won’t pop the button if Walt doesn’t tell him to.

“Yeah, fuck,” Walt groans, “yeah I’ll touch you. Where? You gotta tell me where, baby.” Walt greedily runs his hands over the exposed, freckled skin of James’ torso, dragging his nails up the younger man’s back to leave faint red trails for later, eager to please and ecstatic that Trombley wants to be touched. Trombley initially responds with a kiss, running his tongue over Walt’s bottom lip to ask to deepen it, and once granted he pushes impossibly closer, whimpering and pulling back when he realizes Walt isn’t going to touch him without basically written authorization.

“Want you to jerk me off.” James mumbles like he’s embarrassed, eyes glassy and trusting. In the end, Trombley finds out that being with another man isn’t going to damn him to eternal hell immediately... and that it’s not just his own callouses he likes the feeling of against his cock-

ChaffinGabe: It’s like a fight sometimes, both struggling to get the upper hand, hands gripping and pinning until the other gives. They like it, they get off on it, so they keep doing it. Gabe usually gives first, not because James is stronger than him or anything, it just gets him in a certain mindset when Chaffin either gets him pinned or they’ve been grappling for an extended period of time. It gets to a point where Garza wants to see just how far James will go, wants to feel everything James has to give, wants James to take all he has to give. The physical strain and sweat are what gets to Chaffin, he’ll admit it’s a little gross to most people that he likes it when he can see the trails of sweat dripping down Gabe’s body, but it’s Gabe, and to Chaffin it just gets him so fucking hard knowing he’s the one making Garza strain and exert that much energy in order to sweat for him.

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kouros-herc · 1 year

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In No Time Flat (Self Para)

[See the One Last Hope series for context]

Herc rifled around the piles of papers on the chairs at his desk. Where had he put it, where had he put it, where had he put it. He mumbled this to himself as he turned things over in his hands. Straightening up, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the frame of his qualification certificates against the back wall.

Nope, ok. Rounding his desk, Herc opened his top draw, still muttering to himsef. Where the hell had he put his wallet? “Xero Mama, Xero. I know, I know, I know.” He spoke to the picture of his parents frame on his desk. How many times had she told him that he had to leave things like that in a consistent place so he always knew where to look for them?

Pulling out his holdall from underneath the desk he began to root through it. The office was full of his stuff - no matter how hard he tried to keep it tidy, there always seemed to be a spare pair of trainers lurking in the corner, or a fleece he’d forgotten to put on before he went home the previous day. Plus folders in piles instead of back in their place on the shelf - because he was seeing that client again tomorrow he still needed it! But eventually, heaping his towel out onto his desk chair - finally perfectly set up so it didn’t give him a crick in his neck, he found his wallet lying at the bottom of the bag.

“Sorry everybody, sorry.” He waved it to the awaiting group as he made his way out into the reception area.

“C’mon Herc, hurry up and let’s go!” Brad was stamping his feet in the cold as the rest of them waited outside the gym. Herc looked back over his shoulder and patted the air as if to tell them all to just be a little patient please!

The gym staff were all gathered outside, layered up in their hats and coats and thick scarves, eager to be off. Phase one of the Christmas do was over, and phase two involved the boss buying the first round. No wonder they were getting impatient.

Reception computer off at the switch. Lights off in the main gym. Check the changing room lights and heaters were off. Check the thermostat hadn’t been messed with. Master switch for the power off.

Prime the alarm. Step outside.

Main lock. Top lock. Bottom lock.

Final wobble to be sure it was locked. Keys in his right hand pocket and zipped up.

Done.

No more did he triple check everything before he left, no more nervously patting his pocket for the keys every fifth second. Now he knew their familiar weight in his pocket. He knew the process so well he could do it in his sleep, and he’d never fucked it up yet - even the few times he’d accidentally left lights or heaters on, the world hadn’t ended, the pavement hadn’t opened up to swallow him whole, nobody had swooped in to tell him he couldn’t run the gym - this had all been some horrible mistake! - and kick him to the kerb.

No... this was his gym.

He turned to look at the rest of his staff. Q had grabbed Merida, they were charging up off the street as soon as he turned around - clearly waiting was a fools errand. Cora was tapping her foot impatiently. Ren seemed to have disappeared already, but no doubt would reappear when they actually got to the bar. Michael was talking Laurel’s ear off, but it was good to see him starting to make friends with other staff members.

“Right c’mon boss, don’t keep thirsty people waiting!” Brad beckoned with his head. “Don’t you know dehydration is bad for a person?”

Herc shook his head with a laugh, walking away from the gym.

“You didn’t actually make it out last year, did you?” Brad asked, falling into step with Herc as they made their way down Main Street.

“No, uh... I-”

“‘Course that was Dan’s leaving do... wasn’t it? Wait!” Brad suddenly stopped, grabbing Herc’s arm, his face splitting into a big smile. “I guess that makes this your anniversary as the boss!”

Hercules blinked. Had it really been that little time? He felt like it could still have been that fateful night. Like maybe Daniel was about to come and catch them up and grab the keys and tell Herc ‘thanks for locking up buddy.’ He felt like he could have blinked and been back there again. But then it felt like an eternity too, like the version of him that had wept in an empty office that night was a man he didn’t even know.

The weight of it all had threatened to crush him that night, yet here he was, pushing through it... but not alone. Sure, he had got them through this year, his first year as the boss... but they had got him through it. The patience when he got things wrong, the shrugs when he had made it to meetings slightly late, the friendly hand on the shoulder when he felt like he was losing the way.

“Cheer up mate, might never happen-” the bouncer snorted, shaking Herc out of his daydream as he inspected his ID.

Maybe it wouldn’t... maybe he wouldn’t run this place into the ground. Maybe, just maybe, he’d make a go of it and not let everyone down.

“Right-” He drummed his hands on the bar countertop, a press of his staff on all sides.

“Who’s having what?”

#feat hot brad #(hey hot brad we love you thanks for being my necessary NPC here)#also To Build a Home coming on while I wrote this #the destiny. the fate. perfetto #(why yes the title is from Zero to Hero)#self para

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piers-wifey · 2 years

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More S.T.A.R.S. shenanigans cuz I loves the chaotic elite squad

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Chris, Joseph and Forest love playing pranks on their fellow teammates. Especially poor Brad has to suffer under their constant shenanigans

One time Joseph snuck a big ass rubber bat into the S.T.A.R.S. office and prepared a hella confusing construction which would cause the rubber bat to fall down and right into the face of everyone who opened the door

Brad screeched like a little girl when he was attacked by the bat and gave everyone a tinnitus

Another time someone had put a fake spider in one of Brad's drawers and nearly gave him a heart attack. Everyone accused Joseph, because he's the prankster of the group and known for sneaking both fake and real animals into the office and for picking on Brad of course. But it was Becca who hid the spider in there. She may seem super sweet and innocent but don't underestimate her. It's often the quiet once who you need to look out for the most

After a few rounds of black jack, which Joseph had lost, he was dared by Forest to either slap Chief Irons' head or to run through the RPD only wearing his underwear. Of course Joseph chose the latter and needless to say that everyone at the RPD had something to tell their friends and families later that day

Richard and Chris are the ones who are sent to the nurse station the most because of their own stupidity. They practically live there

Like, they literally have races to the cafeteria to save themselves one of the few good spots there or to be the first at the buffet. And believe me when I say that you don't want to accidentally step in front of them when it's Taco Tuesday at the RPD

One time they had to be send to the nurse, both with a concussion, because they both ignored the warning sign that said "Wet floor" and slipped on the freshly mopped floor; sending them both flying down the entire hallway. Those boys are a hazard to themselves. Better glue them to their chairs cuz only God knows what kind of stupid ideas they come up with next when you leave them out of your sight for even a split second

But of course Chris/Richard isn't the only dangerous combination S.T.A.R.S. has to offer. The besties Chris and Forest are equally as dumb together. If not worse. I mean who else thinks it's a good idea to run towards each other at full speed while each of them is holding one of those big inflatable exercise balls?

And who else if not them was responsible for this big gaping hole in one of the walls in the gym of the RPD?

Wesker made them run 50 laps as punishment

Kenneth and Barry have arms wrestling contests at least once a week and the others take this as an opportunity to earn some extra cash. The best thing is: You never know who's going to win this time cuz both are pretty equal in their strength

The entire S.T.A.R.S. squad got both their Captains customized mugs. Enrico's says: "World's best Captain" while Wesker's has instructions on how to smile and be less grumpy written on them

Tag list: @thatgoblin @ravenrune @bsaa-bitch @simpforabba @sevythebeanqueen @dagrans @albertweskerxchrisredfield @eviltothecore13

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gatzilksis-2 · 2 years

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The Unbreakable Smell Spell, Pt. 2

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Part Two: Need (18+)

(Part One)

Living with The Brad was miserable. There was never a moment of clean air for Danny. His nose, mouth, lungs were all constantly filled with the smells of dirty gym socks, sweaty clothes, and of course, more farts than a human should naturally.

Nothing compared to a day two weeks into the year.

Danny came into the dorm room with a bag full of books. He avoided going "home" at all costs, so he spent a lot of time at the library.

He dropped the bag.

The farts were thicker than ever before. Danny's stomach turned, his eyes watered, and he covered his nose and mouth with a hand. "Oh my god."

The Brad was sprawled across his bed, giant bare feet hanging off the end. He slept, breathing heavily.

Danny had to do something. The Brad was scary, but he needed clean air. He stepped over a pile of soiled gym clothes and leaned closer.

BLRT! BWRRRRRRRRRRT! BRRWAAAAAA!

Danny backed away as soon as the disgustingly long fart began. His face heated, reddening with fury. Danny grabbed one of several half-empty bottles of water on Brad's nightstand and threw one at the sweaty, farting man.

It collided with his crotch.

The Brad jumped up at once with a great snore and another explosive fart. He grabbed his crotch. "Dude, did you really just throw something at me?"

Danny hadn't been aiming for his nuts. Looking the man in his angry face, Danny regretted his action. "I--Please don't kill me."

The Brad's face turned from red back to white. His royal blue eyes developed a spark, and his mouth spread into a smile.

That wasn't a good sign.

"I'm not going to kill you, but what the fuck is your problem?"

Did he not smell his unbelievably disgusting gas replacing every centimeter of oxygen?

"All of this!" It came out of Danny's mouth without him pushing it. His frustration had returned with the stupid question. "It fucking stinks, and I'm really sick of it."

Brad wasn't listening. He walked through piles of clothes and trash to his laptop. The towering man leaned to open a window on the screen.

"You're not gonna say anything?"

"Working on it." The Brad scrolled through what looked like emails. "There it is!"

"Whatever. I'm going to get my room changed." Danny walked to the door.

"Continua magicae. Odor pedum, odor crepitu, odor sudore. Liga per lunam!"

Danny stopped and turned back. The words were Latin, and they flowed in a rhyme that could only be one thing.

He laughed. "Nice try. Do you actually think you can cast spells?"

"All I needed was a full moon. You looked at the sky tonight?" Brad's grin returned, and he straightened up and crossed his arms. "You don't believe, that's fine. You will."

"Okay, then." Danny couldn't stay here any longer. He grabbed the doorknob and walked out of the smelly room.

The Brad was completely insane. He actually believed he could perform magic spells. The thought was ridiculous. Someone would have heard about it by now if magic was real.

Danny reached the steps and opened the door. The stairwell air was clean. Too clean. The smell of floor cleaner intensified with his first step.

His stomach lurched, and he covered his mouth, holding back vomit.

"What the hell?" Danny backed out of the stairwell.

The hallway of his residency building smelled old and dusty, like an old hotel. The dust odor became extreme, just as the clean smell had.

Danny tried to breathe through it, but he couldn't take deep breaths. The air was making him sick.

"No."

He threw up on the carpet. A door opened, and The Brad stepped out of their shared room. His smile couldn't have been bigger. "Something wrong, Danny?"

It was the spell. It wasn’t possible, but here he was. "What the hell did you do to me?"

Danny walked back to Brad. The gross guy grabbed his shoulders and pushed him to his knees. "Brad, no!"

The hulking Brad turned and pushed Danny's face against his red gym shorts. Danny took an unintentional breath as he struggled. The musty, sweaty smell of his ass wasn't bad.

Wait.

The spell...

BRBL-PLLLLRRRRRT!

The fart shook Danny's face. He tried to get away, but Brad was too strong.

The odor filled Danny's nose. It was better than clean air. As soon as the smell was inside him, he felt worlds better. His stomach was immediately relieved. He could take deep breaths--

The spell was real.

He could no longer breathe clean air, only the various stinks of The Brad.

To Be Continued...

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youryanderedaddy · 3 years

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Love Fuel

Summary: You were Jason’s first love before you broke his heart and rejected him. It’s all your fault that he can’t move on.

Tw: female reader, obsessive behavior, incel behavior, nice guy behavior, self - hatred, threats of non-con, implied non - con, implied masturbation, bullying based on appearance (not reader), deregatory language, kidnapping, misogyny, generalizations, stalking

this is a hot mess but its 1 am and i am tired, ik that incels are bad irl (obviously), but this is fiction and I kinda wanted to explore the dynamic and shit.

Everyone used to call him JJ or The-Big-Jay back in high school. Well, most of the time his classmates weren’t really calling out to him or even talking to him, the names were whispered behind his back, after he had just passed the hallway, or on bad days - right to his face. The jocks, these dumb motherfuckers, would beat him up, mock him for whatever stupid reasons they had chosen to use as an excuse to torment the smaller and weaker. The popular girls would giggle like brainless bimbos as Kyle or Brad or any other football player stole his glasses or continuously punched him in the guts until he threw up all over the floor. Even the nerds, the kids at the bottom of the school hierarchy, messed with Jason from time to time when they wanted to feel the oh - so desired rush of power they so rarely managed to experience.

Looking back, Jason could see why his classmates hated him so much - he was everything that society deemed as wrong and unattractive. He was thin, pale, “scrawny” as the others called him, on the shorter side, and on top of that the teen was terribly shy and introverted, never having the guts to stand up to his bullies or even tell someone about the abuse. The male spent most of his free time at home, playing hours upon hours of video games, watching anime and reading books he was simply too young to understand or look critically at. As he grew older, the man began to view the world as it trully was - a dark, miserable place that ate up sore losers like him. Men were primitive and foolish, which somehow managed to soften their faults. Women, on the other hand, were calculative and manipulative, greedy and sinful. His whole life they had done nothing but reject him when he needed love and support the most. Of course, there were many other reason why the brunette detested the weaker sex. In his eyes women were evil two - faced sluts, showing off their bodies yet acting innocent and hurt once someone finally decided to use them for the only thing they were actually good for.

But you Jason hated the most. You reminded him that no matter how much he hated the outside world, he would always hate himself the most. He had to admit you were pretty, painfully so, with a perfect little body to match your looks and a sweet sugary smile that almost deceived him years ago. As much as the man regretted his weakness, he had fallen right into your trap at the time.

You weren’t the most popular girl, but you had your fair share of friends, all nice and loyal like puppies. You weren’t the smartest either, but unlike the other stupid giggling sluts you always tried to do your best. You were beautiful just like them but you were actually kind to the pathetic bullied kid no one else bothered to acknowledge even existed outside of being a punching bag. You always asked him whether he was alright and often took him to the infirmary when he looked paler and sicker than usual. You talked to him as if he was a normal human being and despite the initial doubt, Jason appreciated it.

It was the last day of your senior year when the teen finally gained the courage to confess. He was shaking the whole time and by the end of his little speech there were small tears in the corner of his eye. You were the first girl the male cared about, the first one to show him kindness, to offer him friendship without asking for something in return. You were the only one who could make him feel deserving of love, worthy of affection. And then you took it all away in a matter of seconds.

“I am sorry, bud.” You had said that day after giving him a half - hearted hug and an apologetic smile, that started to seem more and more like a mocking grin the longer the teen started at you. “I already have a boyfriend, but I am really flattered. I am sure that you will find a lovely girl once you start college.” You had added quickly, cheerfully, rubbing the salt all over his wounds, honey dripping from your plump red lips. He had wanted to kiss them, bruise them, bite them until your stupid lying mouth was filled with blood. Obviously you didn’t have a boyfriend or he would have known by now, he stalked your social media religiously after all. Even if you had one, he probably treated you like shit. And how could you even suggest him finding another woman? As if he wanted any of the stupid money - grabbing sluts out there. As if some of them could replace you.

The boy was too furious to form a proper response besides “Fuck you, bitch”. His cheeks turned red and he didn’t realise that the bitter words had escaped his lips before he could stop them, then his legs took him far away from that shithole of a school. He didn’t manage to see your reaction before running away but it didn’t matter anymore. You were just like the others.

***

That day Jason swore to show you just how small and insignificant you had made him feel. He wanted to see you crumble, cry and beg for forgiveness, desperate for his love but never good enough to get it. The man formed a plan to change himself and come back for you once he had erased each and every trace of his past. The brunette came to terms with his terrible social anxiety and decided that he needed to gain social abilities more than anything. That’s why, as much as he dreamt of working from home as a boring programmer with an even more boring, but flexible working schelude, the male chose to study something that involved a lot more human interactions. The next step was to hit the gym for the first time and get a monthly subscription. It wasn’t hard to see that females nowadays liked brain - dead athletes with defined jawline and cheekbones, toned chests and strong muscled bodies, so if he wanted to impress you, he had to look his best. It wasn’t easy at first - it felt like everyone in the fitness salon had their eyes on his weak frame, laughing and pointing their fingers at his imperfections, but things gradually got better as time went on. The trainings became easier to get through and from time to time they even helped the man forget about his loneliness and nihilism.

Jason soon returned to his old habbit of spending hours looking through your accounts - Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, he knew all of your usernames, each post, every picture and text. He couldn’t believe how much of a desperate attention whore you had become over the years. The male remembered you in your long brown skirts, cozy sweatshirts and pure-white shirts, all the gray buttons closed to the very top, blushing, laughing, smiling like the adorable Goody-two-shoes you were. Now you were smirking seductively in every photo, overconfident and vibrant, flaunting your tits for every man to see and wearing tight little dresses that barelly covered your ass combined with heels so high and sharp they could be used as a weapon. You were such a stupid slut it was disgusting, and he couldn’t stop himself from jerking off every single time he saw your pretty little face on the screen. He wanted to cum down your throat so badly it was ridiculous, and even after knowing that you had probably already had hundreds of cocks shoved deep inside your pussy, the brunette still wished to see you split open on his, taking his lenght like a good little cocksleeve.

***

The moment when he could see you again finally came. How many years had passed since graduation - five, ten, fifthteen? It hardly mattered. Jason was successful, at last. The male had his own business that was doing surprisingly well, there were some guys from the gym he could call friends and the best thing, he looked absolutely unrecognizable. There was nothing left of the tiny scrawny kid with quiet voice that everyone stepped over, he was now replaced by a strong capable man, determined to get what was rightfully his and his alone.

It wasn’t hard to find you since the brunette knew everything about you - where your job was, what time you finished, how long it took you to go home and what path you took. You lived alone and worked as a barista in a small local cafe even now that you had finished your studies in your dream faculty. Turns out the princess wasn’t so great and smart after all, having to resort to working a minimal - wage job day and night just to be able to pay her rent. Jason was absolutely delighted though, he loved your stupid dead - end job and your endless struggles to survive in the materialistic world honestly and fairly without selling yourself like a common whore. On one hand the male was happy that you had clung onto your last bit of innocence and on the other your pitiful lifestyle gave him the chance to snatch you away much easier. And that’s exactly what he did.

***

You woke up confused just like he had expected, bombarding him with questions, asking him who he was was, begging him to let you go, to at least explain what’s happening. You were so dumb, but God, you were still so pretty, if not prettier than before. You cried so beautifully when Jason told you you belonged to him now and you cried even more when he slammed his cold rough lips over yours in a deep wet kiss. You whimpered and whined while the male sucked on your lower lip and bit down, good, he wanted it to hurt. The stalker couldn’t wait to be inside you, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

He climbed on top of you and pinned your wrists to the floor before tying them up with delicate red rope and tightening it. It wasn’t like the man was scared of you slipping away and hurting him, you were too weak and tiny to stand a chance against his years of power - lifting and muscle - training anyways, he just wanted you to be as uncomfortable and squirmish as possible. Your tormentor wished for you to be in worse pain than he had been during his youthful years, and he knew exactly what to do. Next thing you knew Jason had ripped your dress apart, leaving you vulnerable and exposed in just your plain old panties and bra. Cold shivers ran down your spine when the chilly air hit your naked flesh and you finally realized there wasn’t getting away from this. You had to stay there, limbs bound together, unable to move or fight back, the stranger’s hands caressing your neck before moving dangerously close to your clothed breasts. You felt so sick you were going to throw up for sure if your abductor didn’t step back so you decided to use your last resort.

“Jason, please stop!” You screamed out of the blue, forcing the brunette to freeze instantly at the use of his birth name. You had already called him a pervert and a psycho which didn’t seem to faze him, but the name clearly caught him off guard. This only seemed to prove your theory further - the man really was your former classmate, despite the only similarity between them being the dark distant look in his eyes. “I beg you, don’t hurt me!” You continued, hoping to at least buy yourself more time before the assault took place.

He gulped loudly and stared at your quivering form. The impossible had happened, you had recognized him and now together with fear, there was also pity in your gaze, the one emotion your captor absolutely despised. You used to be the only one who pitied him, and even now that he was bigger, better and stronger than before, you still had the guts to pity him. It drove him insane but any attempt to hurt or touch you was fruitless now - your soft skin was suddenly burning his fingers like hellfire.

“You must be thinking that I am a monster.” Jason started out dryly, chuckling bitterly, humorlessly even. He clenched his fists unconsciously and brought them to the floor in a fit of rage, missing your head by mere inches. Your heart was beating like crazy and you only hoped the mandman couldn’t hear it. “A freak.” The man spat out the word like it was a curse and for a split second his eyes softened before turning into two spinning torches. “Right?” You were sure that if looks could kill, his would have you dead by the end of the night so you quickly nodded your head no.

“You are lying to me again, pretty girl.” The brunette replied feisty, "pretty” rolling off his tongue like an insult. Then he broke into hoarse maniac laugher and lowered his head so his face leveled up with yours, so close you could feel his warm breath on your tear - stained cheek. “When I am done with you, you wouldn’t be so pretty anymore, darling.” Your captor growled and attacked your neck, sinking his teeth deep into the flesh. “You will see exaclty how ugly my love is.”

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Forever and Never

A/N: One more chapter! You guys are a dream, thank you so much for reading ❤️

Warnings: mentions of marijuana, derogatory terms for homosexuality, blood/gore and death/dying

Word Count: 5690

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Eight: All Die Young

“Um… I think besides everything with Ricky… the night of homecoming was one of the most traumatic experiences of my life.”

“With Bradley Lewis’s death.”

“Yeah. I-I mean, it started off as a normal day, a-a great day, actually.”

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Awaking to a text from Stanley Barber, informing me that he was driving us to school, was a heavenly sight. Almost as heavenly as waking up beside the boy, himself in the near future. Grabbing my phone off its charger, I rolled onto my stomach and texted him back, my feet giddily kicking in the air. It amazed me how he could change my entire demeanor within seconds. I could go from a sniveling baby to a hopping and skipping lovesick fool when it comes to Stan. And I don’t even think he meant to have this much of an effect on me. I wondered if I had the same effect on him? I never really paid much attention to it, just accepted the fact that he would never reciprocate my feelings. Even during that time, I had no idea if we were a couple or just adoring each other. It didn’t matter, though. Stan was finally looking at me the way I wanted him to.

Jacob stared at me with unease as I skipped down the stairs, prancing my way into the kitchen for breakfast. “Mom, (Y/N)’s being weird.” He called out as he opened the front door to leave. Pam hushed him before handing me a plate of food.

“Hush, now, Jacob. Let her be in a good mood for once.”

“For once?” I frowned and sat myself down. Pam smiled over at me and gingerly kissed my forehead as I began eating.

“Yes. For once.”

When I finished eating and readying myself for the day, I received a text message from Stan.

Stan: I’m outside

Me: omw

Pocketing my cell, I called out to my family before stepping outside to see Stan in his car with a grin on his face. “Good morning, lovely!” He called out above his music as I strode up to the vehicle, climbing inside. I gave him my usual greeting before leaning over and kissing his cheek. He chuckled and waited for me to strap myself in before riding down our street. It was clear he was in a good mood, because he let me pick the music for the ride. As Waterloo by ABBA flowed out of the drawn-down car windows, I felt the comforting warmth of his hand latch onto mine. Our combined hands shook to the beat of the music as we happily sang the words to the song. Remember when I said I had only been this happy one other time? This was even better. There were never any consequences to being with Stan, never a dull moment, never a hint of doubt between our bond. I’d never been as close to anyone as I was to him. And now at last, we were even closer in more ways than one.

Stepping onto the school campus, we were no longer strangers. I still walked within my bubble, and I probably always will throughout my life, but from now on there was no need to allow Stan inside. He was planning to be beside me through it all. He wasn’t afraid to be alienated with me any longer, we were to embrace it together. We were going to allow the stares, the whispers, the rumors. Allow them to act as water on a duck’s back. I was proud of him, I was proud of us. Even as I felt the dark brown glare of Ricky Berry trail after the two of us, watching our bashful and lovestruck glances throughout classes, the way we held hands in the halls. I was certain he got the message that I was no longer his, despite the forceful way he claimed me the previous week.

At lunch, I was just about to declare my spot in line when I felt a gentle hold on my arm. Stan, with a warm grin, pulled me away and walked us to an empty table. “Um, Stan, I’d kinda like to eat lunch today.”

“I know, Nugget,” He held up two brown sacks. “I made lunch for the both of us.” The way his grin grew prideful made my heart swell in affection. We sat across from each other as he slid the bag over to me.

“Awe, Stanley, you didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to, though,” He shrugged and watched as I took each item out of the bag and carefully organized them. “So, about homecoming. I was thinking we could make a big deal out of it. If you want to.”

“I totally want to,” I nodded, eyes trained on my task. “What were you planning, beautiful?”

I didn’t miss the bashful blush tinting his cheeks when I snuck a glance up at him. “Uh… Well, I was thinking when I pick you up, we can take, like, a shitload of pictures. Like, just let Aunt Pam go at it. She’ll love it.”

“Oh, yeah, definitely.”

“And then after the dance, I wanna take you out to eat.”

“Really? Where to?”

“Nothing too fancy. You don’t like all that. I was driving around yesterday and saw this restaurant that specializes in their pasta,” I suddenly felt the tip of my nose being gently pinched. Looking up, Stan was playfully wiggling my nose with a goofy grin on his face. “I know how much you love pasta.”

“I do,” I laughed and swatted his hand away. “And after that? Are we robbing a bank and driving off into the night?”

“If only,” He wistfully sighed. “But alas, I’m afraid we’ll have to remain trapped within Brownsville until we’re old enough to run away.”

I gave a mischievous smirk. “The entire act of running away is rebellious. Why wait until we’re allowed?”

“Because, frankly, I don’t feel like running away,” We shared a laugh. “But in all seriousness, we go to my house and just chill. We can have a dance contest. Our last was a tie, remember?”

The antsy excitement rushed through my veins the closer the night approached. I was never one for making a scene about school dances, but this time was different. It was my senior year, I had Stan, Ricky was out of the picture. Or at least, he was for the next hour. After lunch, Stan walked me to photography class, the two of us hand-in-hand as we had been for the entire day. Approaching the door, he wished me a good class before leaning in and pecking my lips. Our fingertips lingered as he pulled away and continued to his own class. Feeling my burning cheeks, I turned to go into the room, but an arm blocked my path. “Hey, Zip.”

Inwardly groaning, I looked up at Ricky. His bruises were beginning to fade, the dark ring around his right eye taking its time to heal. I silently hissed at the sight of him. “What.”

“Listen, I just wanted to apologize. Brad talked to me the other day and… made me realize that what I did was really fucked up. Really, babe, I didn’t mean to hurt you-”

“You’re so fucking lucky I haven’t called the police on you, Ricky-”

“Yes, I know,” He sighed, discreetly rolling his eyes. “And I really appreciate it. Gives me a chance to better myself, you know? Help you better yourself. And what better way to make up for what I did than to make homecoming the most magical night for you? Yeah? We still on for tonight?”

My eyes dangerously widened at his hopeful smile, his expression melting under my fiery stare. “Are you kidding me?! Hell no! You think I wanna be anywhere near you?!”

“(Y/N)-”

“Besides, I already have another date.” I shrugged and moved to duck under his arm, but he leaned against the doorframe to decline me access inside. I quickly backed away from him, my fear kicking in at his brash behavior.

“What, Stan The Faggot? You’re really going with that fucking twink when you could be going with me?” He laughed right in my face. I lifted my chin and stepped forward.

“Don’t ever speak about Stanley that way. He’s the most kind-hearted person I’ve ever met and is an even better boyfriend than you’ll ever be to anyone-”

“Boyfriend?!” He cackled. “I knew it. How could I not? It was so obvious! You’re fucking crazy.”

“Excuse me?!”

“You don’t see the way he dresses? He’s fucking weird, (Y/N). He’s a goddamn drug dealer. What is he gonna offer you? Huh? Free weed? Babe… Come on, you are so better off with me.”

He lightly shook his head with a smile of disbelief as I took out my phone. “I just remembered. You’re not supposed to be near me, talking to me, or even looking at me. I think Jacob would love to hear about this-”

“Fuck you.” Ricky hissed before stomping away, leaving me in an empty hallway that was filled with the ringing of the tardy bell not too long afterwards. At that point, I was just about sick of guys. I was irritable during gym class, running off my anger and letting it steam off my shoulders. When the coach told us we could stop, I took greedy gulps of air and trudged to a nearby bench to rest. As I plopped down, I noticed Syd and Dina walking together to the opposite side of the field. It was good to know they were to finally talk everything out. Now for her and Stan to make up…

I was thankful for a split second for the shadow that casted over the burning sun raining down on me, but huffed upon seeing who it was. Some guy from my math class stood before me. He was shirtless, displaying his six-pack and chest glistening with sweat. He beamed down at me with a suave smirk. “Hey, Zip.”

“Hey.”

“So… I know you and Ricky are… you know. So, since the dance is tonight-”

“Sorry, I already have a date.”

“Right,” He nodded slowly, beginning to back away. “I should’ve known. No worries.”

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“And he just walked away?!” Stan laughed on our drive home from school. My hold on his hand tightened as I tried to hold in my own laugh.

“No, he ran away!” I snorted, triggering the increase of his laughter.

“What is that, the fourth guy today?”

“Don’t remind me.” I rolled my eyes as he pulled up to my house. Unbuckling myself, I froze at Stan’s intentuous stare. He reached over and grabbed my hand again, raising it to his lips.

“I expect you to dazzle everyone like you usually do.” He kissed my knuckles.

My breath hitched. “Of course. And I expect you to do better than me, like you usually do. What time should I be ready?”

“I’m picking you up at eight. On the dot.”

“On the dot, got it.” I leaned over and pressed my lips to his. He returned it and tilted his head to try and deepen it, but I pulled away with a giggle. Stan watched in awe as I got out of the car, snatching up my backpack as I did. Waving him off, I turned and headed inside my house.

I had to look perfect. Not just for Stan, but for me. This was a new era of myself, I had shedded my skin and materialized as something beautiful. I had to showcase just how beautiful I’ve become. So, after my shower, I struck up a playlist and dolled myself up. Starting off with my hair, I simply pinned it up with white butterfly hair clips. My makeup was nothing special, other than the baby pink eyeshadow and the small application of glitter over it. To seal up the look, I added cherry lip gloss to give my lips a bit of a pop. I hoped Stan would appreciate it. My face burned at the thought of him tasting the cherry on my mouth. Backing away from my mirror before I exploded, I entered my closet. My dress was something I never thought I would ever wear. It matched my makeup in baby pink. An off-the-shoulder look that hugged my torso and flared out to the floor. I managed to zip it up myself before slipping on a pair of white heels. Turning to my reflection, I let out a breath.

I had never looked any more beautiful, I think. I remember gazing at my parents’ wedding photo as a child and wishing to look as beautiful as my mother one day. I wondered if she was looking down at me, proud of who I had become at that point. Gazing fondly down at the ring on my pinky, I blinked back the stinging of my tears.

Yeah, she’s proud.

An eager three knocks sounded at my door and I hurried to open it. Pam immediately teared up the moment her eyes settled on me, camera ready in her hand. “Oh, my baby… You look so gorgeous! Just like your mom!” She gushed. I could only chuckle as she took multiple pictures of me. Hearing a taunting laugh, I looked down the hall to see Jacob leaning against the wall, silently mocking his mother’s excitement. I kindly showed my middle finger to him, much to Pam’s disappointment. “Oh, come on. Now it’s in the picture! Jake, leave your sister alone!”

“Sorry, ma’am.” He feigned innocence and batted his eyelashes at me. I playfully sneered at him before David’s voice sounded from downstairs.

“(Y/N), Stan is here!”

Grabbing my phone, I checked the time. Eight o’clock. On the dot. That punctual bastard. Clutching my phone in my hand, I nervously made my way to the top of the stairs. Everyone was waiting for me at the bottom, including Stan. God, he looked so cute. He was wearing his baby blue suit, some sort of black and tan shirt beneath that oddly went well with the suit. Leave it to Stan to defy the laws of fashion. I could tell he paid extra care to his hair, the way it was styled perfectly for his curls to sit off to the left side of his forehead. I was sure I was grinning like a maniac as I descended the stairs, but Stan’s expression was the reason I was grinning. He looked absolutely astonished and at a loss for words. His jaw was dropped and eyes were bulging as he watched me walk closer to him. When I quietly greeted him, he couldn’t even respond. Great job, (Y/N), you broke him.

“How’d I do?” I whispered and hooked arms with him. At my touch, he snapped out of his haze and beamed at me.

“You certainly did not disappoint, lovely.”

“Awe, and you aren’t looking too bad yourself, beautiful.”

Pam squealed from the sidelines before rushing over to us. “Stanley, doesn’t she look stunning?”

“Absolutely, Aunt Pam.” He grinned at the older woman as she began taking photo after photo of us. We decided to indulge her and pose for each one. All the while, I felt a red hot glare from the side. Glancing its way, I noticed Jacob fuming at the sight of Stan and I hugged up on each other. His Big Brother Mode was going to activate the second Pam was done with us. To my horror, she finished sooner than I thought. As she excitedly showed our photos to David, I watched as Jacob slowly approached us. Just as he opened his mouth to spit some sort of threat towards the poor, unsuspecting Stan, I turned to the front door and flung it open.

“Well, we really have to go! We’re already late, you know.” I chuckled and gently shoved Stan out of the house.

“Oh! Yeah, of course!” Pam called out after us. “You two be careful out there! And have fun!”

“And (Y/N)-” Jacob began to add in a warning, but I waved him off, mouthing an ‘I know’ as Stan scrambled to hold the car door open for me. I quietly thanked him and climbed inside. The car ride to the dance was very pleasant. The hum of soft rock music fit the mood of our night as we quietly sang along. Stan found a parking spot rather quickly and leaned back in his seat after turning the car off. Bringing the visor down, I checked myself in the mirror, gently running my fingers over my white gold hoop earrings gifted to me by my dad for my previous birthday. They were pretty expensive and I hardly wore them, so why not? Hearing a click, I turned to see Stan lighting up a joint. After he took a hit, he looked my way and smiled, offering it to me. Without any hesitation, I joined him in a quick session. As I took my third hit, I felt his eyes on me.

“What?” I raised a brow and exhaled the smoke. His eyes shown in adoration.

“What a sight you are…”

“A sight? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, you’re sitting in my old-school car, looking like a goddess and smoking a joint. You’re so beautiful… Just perfection.”

“Jeez, maybe I should get dolled up to smoke more often.” I joked and handed it back to him. We shared a chuckle before Stan put the smoke out. He gave me a wink before getting out of the car and rounding it to let me out.

Our highs kicked in the moment we stepped into the gymnasium. Our clammy hands found each other as we walked further in. I let him lead me through the sea of dancing bodies and bouncing balloons, the two of us hitting them out of our way as we ended up near the bleachers. When we stopped, we overlooked the scene before us as I leaned my head on his shoulder. “Best theater in town, Stan.”

“Best theater in town, (Y/N),” He looked down at me with furrowed brows. “So, why aren’t you on stage?”

“I don’t perform without my co-star.”

“Well, in that case.” He took hold of both my hands and swung us around. At that, we let loose, broadcasting our best secret dance contest moves to anyone willing to watch. I thought it was perfect. The two outcasts, both outcasts for difference reasons, wildly dancing together away from everyone else. And yet, they were the life of the party. It was meant to be. My feet stung from the stomping and jumping I was doing in my heels, but I couldn’t care less.

“I fucking hate this song!” I joyfully shouted, eliciting a laugh from my date.

“Me, too!” From the sound of our laughter, it was clear the two of us were high. Three songs later, in the middle of my rounds of spinning, I felt Stan’s hands on my waist, attempting to stop me. When I did, my surroundings rotated around me and I leaned into him for support. Looking up, I saw Sydney awkwardly smiling at the both of us.

“Oh! Hey, Syd! I love your dress.” I smiled and gestured to her attire. Her smile widened.

“Thanks, (Y/N), y-you look great.”

“Awe, thanks.” I gushed and bashfully waved her off. My attention turned to Stan, who had a look of indifference on his face, but a hint of pain in his eyes. Sydney noticed it, too, and looked back at me.

“Uh… Can I borrow Stan for a second?”

“Go ahead.” I motioned. Stan stared at me for a second before following Syd onto the bleachers. I suddenly felt very out of place, so I decided to keep my hands busy and get myself some punch. Thankfully, I found Dina there, pouring herself a cup. When she noticed me, she quickly set it back down on the table and reached her arms out for a hug. “Dina, you look so good!”

“Are you kidding me?!” We engulfed each other in a tight hug before pulling away. “You look fucking amazing! You always have to show out, huh?”

“I try…” I lowered my voice. As the two of us talked, lonely guys would come up to us and ask to dance, but we would hold hands and politely decline. After the third walked away, Dina turned to me.

“Hey, so… In detention… The thing that Jenny said about Ricky. Was that true…?” The hesitancy in her voice made me deeply inhale as I nodded in confirmation. Instantly, her eyes welled up with tears as her hands covered her mouth. “(Y/N)... I’m so sorry. If I had known, I would’ve been there for you.”

“No, no, Dina!” I quickly took her hands into mine, my heart wrenching. “It’s okay! I’m okay…”

“You’re okay? H-How are you okay?” She frowned and blinked back her tears. A warm smile twitched its way onto my face.

“Stan… he’s been making everything better…” I admitted. Dina’s face lit up before she hugged me all over again.

“Oh my god, (Y/N)! I’m so happy for you! God, you fucking deserve it, girl!” She exclaimed as I hugged back, quietly laughing at her excitement. Our hug was cut short, when Dina caught sight of our dates heading toward us. I turned to them and happily watched as they approached us, their hands lazily clasped together. Sydney held out Stan’s hand over to mine and I gladly took over. “Stan!” Dina grinned at him as he allowed me to lean against his side.

“Dina, you look, um… you look like a Christmas tree.” He awkwardly complimented as I rolled my eyes. Dina looked down at herself.

“Thanks, dude.”

“Uh-huh.” He nodded before his eye caught something. “Oh, god. Whitaker’s still watching us.” He sighed. We directed our gaze to our principal, who indeed was standing across the gym, arms folded and a piercing gaze on the four of us.

“It’s probably the most exciting thing that’s ever happened in his entire life.” Sydney crossed her arms, as well, as we all grinned. Stan leaned forward and placed his other hand over ours as he hummed.

“I don’t know, guys. I mean, we’re wanted criminals. Why are we out here in the open? Exposed. First rule of the heist is split the loot and split the fuck up, right?”

“We don’t have any loot, Stan.” I raised a brow in false confusion as Dina smirked at me.

“Yeah, all we did was disrespect this fine institution.”

“And disrespect ourselves.” Sydney finished, Stan humming again before we all shared a soft laugh. Stan’s smile disappeared as a slow song came on. I barely recognized it, but he sure seemed to know it. His free hand reached up to cover his eyes.

“Oh, no. On principle, I just- I can’t,” He groaned and began to free himself from my grasp. “Sorry, this playlist is all over the map. I’ll- I’ll be back.” He squeezed between Syd and I to leave, but I followed right behind. He was nearly at the DJ table, when I managed to stop his striding.

“Stan! Stan, wait!” I laughed and turned him to me. “Come on, I wanna dance to this.”

“(Y/N), I have to enlighten that poor DJ over there.”

“After this song?” I pouted and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I don’t care about the music. I’ll dance to anything with you.”

“That is a lie, but fine,” He sighed before his hands rested on my waist. Our dance started off with timid shuffling, Stan clearly not used to slow dancing. I chuckled and directed his eyes away from his shoes.

“Stan, it’s just swaying, I promise.” I whispered. He gave me an incredulous look before moving with me to the music. Of course, since it’s Stan, he had to add in a few spins that had us stumbling. We laughed aloud when we almost toppled over, and we earned a few weird stares, but we didn’t give a shit. Just as it seemed we were getting the hang of it, a voice that rang throughout the gym interrupted the song and dance.

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen,” Mr File announced from the stage. “If I may have your attention. Stop talking. Look up here please.”

“Thank god, they stopped the song.” Stan whispered in my ear as we turned to the stage. I playfully and gently hit his chest as our teacher continued.

“It is my privilege to introduce your homecoming king and queen, Jeff Butters and Julie Frasheski!”

As the homecoming royalty hopped on stage, we all clapped and cheered for them, Stan and I exchanging looks that said ‘I have no idea who these people are’. “What up, Westinghouse!” Jeff exclaimed into the microphone, his queen by his side, the both of them wearing sashes and crowns. “Yeah! Where my boys at? Whoo! Where do I begin? I wanna thank my mom for meeting my dad-”

His amusing speech was cut off by Bradley Lewis running onstage and clamping his hand over the mic. “Listen up!” He yelled as the feedback screeched. Our smiles dropped as he swayed, clearly drunk. As Mr File tried to take the mic from him, he thrashed about and moved away. “Give me a second! I would like to take this moment to talk about something very important that affects everyone here.”

“What the fuck…?” I muttered and watched as he turned to the middle of the crowd.

“Sydney Novak!” His exclamation sent a flinch through Stan and I, and I felt him tense under my hold on his arm. “Hey, Sydney! Raise your hand! Raise your hand! Give a wave so everybody can see you!” When she didn’t comply, he moved on, proceeding to pull out Sydney’s supposed diary and flipping through it, exposing all of her secrets to the whole school. He told about how at Ricky’s party, she had kissed Dina upstairs. As he spoke, he hopped off the stage and pushed past people to stalk closer to his victim, the path to her and Dina made clear. I could see the panic in Sydney’s eyes. My blood boiled at the derogatory term he used for her sexuality, but Stan was just about ready to pop. His jaw was severely clenched and his face was flushed red in anger. I felt him move forward, but kept an arm in front of him. But there was no holding him back after the next thing Brad exposed. “And my god, don’t even get me started on the daddy issues on this one. I mean, it’s fucking worse than Zip’s! And we all know about that!” That comment punched me straight in the gut and Stan ripped his arm from my hold, pushing his way through the crowd. “Everyone in Sydney’s life thinks that she’s a piece of shit. And I mean everyone!” His cackling was interrupted when Stan broke through everyone.

“Hey, man! Leave her alone!” He went to stand in front of his friend, but Brad immediately swung, his fist connecting with Stan’s face and sending him to the ground, unconscious. My breathing stuttered before I wordlessly shoved everyone out of the way, trying to get to his limp form. There were a few people separating us that wouldn’t budge. I growled as Brad continued, shaking his fist from the blow.

“But that is not even the weirdest thing about Sydney… Novak,” He took a few steps forward, and I watched as Sydney wiped a tear from her eye. This whole situation was fucked. “Get this. Sydney claims that she has-”

To this day, I have no fucking clue how it happened, but Brad’s words were cut short when his blood and brains exploded onto everyone near him. Including me. I heard nothing but white noise the second the blood platter smacked into my hair, onto my face, my dress, my shoes. Brad’s headless body fell limp to the ground, the remaining of his brains spilling out from where his head should have been. His head should’ve been there… His head should be there! I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak. My eyes were glued to the bloodied corpse on the ground. I was sure everyone was screaming and running around, but I couldn’t do the same. I saw shaking Dina’s form, trembling as she moved, but my focus snapped right back to the fucking corpse. I should’ve moved. I should’ve screamed. I should’ve ran. I should have been crying and gagging and panicking, but I just… I couldn’t. I don’t know what the fuck.

“(Y/N)!” I felt a hand pulling me by the arm, but I was in such a state of shock that I blindly let whoever drag me out of the school- no, the crime scene. I felt the cool air nip at my exposed skin, but I still couldn’t have been bothered to react to anything. It wasn’t until I felt a piece of bloody meat slip down my face and disappear into my dress that I could breathe again. I let out a blood-curdling scream as I felt it run down my skin.

“It’s in my dress! It’s touching me!” I cried. The mess of curls in front of me whipped around to face me. Through my teary-eyed vision, I could make out that it was Stan. He was awake, he was fine. But I wasn’t.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?!”

“It’s in my fucking dress!” I gagged as I felt it run down my stomach. “Stan, a piece of his fucking brain-”

He firmly grabbed me by the shoulders and rushed me to his car. I hyperventilated as he placed me in the passenger seat. Before closing the door, he reached into my dress from the bottom and slid his hand from my knees, past my thighs and planted his palm on my stomach. He gagged when his hand touched the meat, grabbing hold of it and ripping his hand from my dress, throwing the flesh to the ground. Stumbling a bit, he shut my door and rounded the car to drive. I had to ride with my window down, letting the wind blow against my face to prevent the contents in my stomach from resurfacing into Stan’s car. He drove all around town, calling out for Sydney. He would glance over at me every once and awhile when I would gag or groan, but that was it.

What a sight I was.

Do I look beautiful now, Stan?

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When Stan decided to give up on the search for Sydney, he sped us to his house. The sirens of police cars and ambulances echoed within my empty mind. But the moment I left the car, I hurled my guts up into Stan’s yard. He caught me before I could fall and rubbed my back until I emptied my stomach. Then when I was done, I did the same for him.

I had no concept of time, I can’t remember how long we were throwing up in his front lawn, but when we were done, he guided me inside the house and down to his room. The second he let go of me to retrieve new clothes, my entire body trembled and shook uncontrollably. “S-Stan… S-S-Stan.” I whimpered out. He returned to me with clothes tucked under one of his arms. He held me by the elbow and guided me to his bathroom, sitting me down on the toilet lid before starting up the shower for me.

“Nugget? Hey, do you want me to-”

“N-No.” I don’t know why I said that. I needed him in that room with me. He was patient enough to look away as I undressed, nearly falling a few times, and stepped into the shower. He left the door slightly ajar, so I was sure he could hear my sobbing as I sat down, letting the water rinse me of Bradley Lewis’s blood and guts.

I returned to Stan in one of his sweatshirts and a pair of his sweatpants. He stood from his bed and carefully watched the way I moved. The way I slowly blinked and walked two steps at a time toward him. Silently, he lifted his covers for me to lay down. I stared at him emptily for a few beats before complying, my back facing him. I felt his lips on my neck and gladly welcomed the kiss before he whispered into my ear, “I’m gonna shower now, okay? I won’t be long.”

“Go ahead.” I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. As Stan showered, my shaking hands reached up and freed my locks from my hair clips. I tried to keep my crying near-silent as I did so, but I wasn’t too sure how loud I was being. Within time, he had returned and laid down beside me in bed. And from the warmth I felt when his back touched mine, I could tell he was shirtless. It was painfully silent as we both unevenly breathed. I bit my fingers to keep myself from crying again. Everything about me felt unbalanced. I wanted to be beaten even. It’s what I deserved for not taking care of myself.

“Hey.” Stan’s whisper broke my train of thought.

“H-Hey…”

“You asleep?”

“No… You?”

“No.” He muttered as I felt the bed dip when he turned around to spoon me. His leg draped over mine as his arms pulled me closer. He pressed his lips to the side of my neck as he deeply inhaled. I closed my eyes and willed myself to ask the question brewing in my mind,

“Do you have any idea what the fuck happened? B-Brad just… h-he fucking…”

“I know,” He murmured against my skin, his hold tightening as well as his throat. I could tell by the way he choked on his breath. “I… I’ll explain it another day. N-Not tonight.”

As we fell asleep an hour later, I knew he’d never explain it.

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A pebble struck Danny's shoulder and he yelped, crashing into Tucker. The two exhausted boys collapsed on the track field. Several of their classmates ran around them, laughing and hurling insults as they passed. One leapt over them, nearly clocking Danny in the head with her foot.

Danny growled and snatched up the pebble, but before he could throw it back at his classmates, the pebble jerked out of his hand. Frustrated, he looked around for a new one, but movement drew his eyes back to the original pebble as it rolled across the bare earth of the track. Danny's eyes widened.

Tucker pushed Danny off his chest. "I know being clumsy is sort of your thing, but--"

"Tucker!" Danny scrambled to his knees, grabbed his friend's shoulder and pointed at the pebble. He didn't need to say anything else. The dim green glow surrounding the pebble said enough.

It was rolling toward the bleachers.

Danny struggled to his feet and chased after it without another word. Tucker followed, though he had plenty of words such as you know not every ghost is friendly like your boyfriend, right? and you know luring targets to a secondary location is kidnapping 101, right? and do we have to run?

Phantom (because of course it was Phantom; he would never allow another ghost to come within miles of the school) smiled up at Danny as soon as he rounded the bleachers. Phantom had tucked himself into the shadows instead of turning himself invisible, but his glow kept him from truly being obscured. If it hadn't been such a bright, sunny day, Danny would have spotted his glow far sooner--as would all the other kids.

The pebble leapt into Phantom's waiting palm, the green energy around both disappearing upon contact. "Sorry," Phantom said, his voice raspy, the word barely distinct. "Had to...get...your attention...somehow."

Bright green ectoplasm saturated the dirt around him.

Danny gasped, "Phantom!" and then banged his head against a metal footrest. He yelped. Tucker actually reached Phantom first, dropping to his hands and knees and crawling forward. Danny quickly followed his example.

"Skulker," Phantom croaked by way of explanation.

"Hey, man, maybe you shouldn't talk right now," Tucker said gently as he stopped beside Phantom's legs.

Danny ignored the ectoplasm on the ground--the cold tingle as his knees entered the puddle, the way it soaked into his gym shorts--and crawled up to Phantom's side. Dutifully and without needing to be asked, Phantom rolled off his elbow and onto his back, stretching out so Danny and Tucker could see the damage.

The most obvious and eye-catching was a slash along his side. Most of the ectoplasm was leaking from there, although Phantom's hand obscured most of the wound. Ectoplasm didn't bleed like blood--it was too thick and wasn't pumped through the body--so to create a puddle like the one Danny was crouched in, Phantom must have been waiting there a while.

Danny swallowed. Waiting for Tuck and me to finally reach the bleachers...

If they weren't such slow runners they would have completed the lap sooner, they would have reached the bleachers sooner, and Phantom wouldn't have needed to suffer as long.

Danny guiltily allowed his gaze to move upward, intent on looking Phantom in the eyes, but he stopped at Phantom's throat. It was shaped oddly. And discolored. Gently, slowly, he reached forward and lightly touched just below Phantom's jaw.

"He crushed your windpipe?" Danny asked in a whisper.

He lifted his eyes to find Phantom watching him. "It's...healing," Phantom rasped.

"Definitely don't want to talk, dude," Tucker said, sounding as stressed as Danny. "We'll get you patched up in no time."

Phantom pinched his eyes shut. "Please. Hurts."

Danny bit his lip. He lifted his hand to Phantom's face and gently brushed his white hair aside. Phantom didn't say anything more or open his eyes, but he turned his head, pressing into Danny's touch.

"Sorry we took so long," Danny said, his voice shaking.

"Yeah," Tucker said, equally guilt-ridden, "maybe you should have tried getting Sam's attention."

"Tried." Phantom's lips twitched. "Too fast. Missed."

Tucker forced a laugh. "Oh, I get it. You could only catch us slowpokes."

"Yes."

Danny turned to Tucker. "Go find Sam and tell her we need the ghost medkit. And get my backpack from my locker in the locker room--I stowed some of those pain blockers Frostbite gave us in there."

Tucker nodded. He grabbed Phantom's hand and gave it a quick squeeze. "Hang in there, ghost-dude."

Phantom forced his eyes open and flashed Tucker a grin.

Tucker patted his hand before crawling out from beneath the bleachers and charging onto the track field. Danny watched him go through the gaps in the bleachers. They were close to the school doors and the finish line, which was likely where Sam was waiting for them, so fortunately Tucker didn't look too conspicuous running in a direction opposite to everyone else. He could probably claim he needed to use the bathroom.

Unfortunately, whether they had noticed Tucker leaving the bleachers or noticed Danny and him heading toward them earlier, Dash and several of his football teammates were looking and pointing in Danny's direction. He cringed and ducked down. They were still pretty far away (they had yet to cross the finish line) but given how fast Danny knew they could run, it was only a matter of time before they arrived to investigate.

"What?" Phantom croaked.

"Dash is looking this way." Danny glanced down at Phantom. For all that Phantom was staring up at him, it looked as though he was struggling to keep his eyes open. His gaze, usually so intense, particularly when staring at Danny, lacked the kind of focus Danny was used to. He ran his fingers through Phantom's hair. "It's probably nothing," he said, forcing a smile. "You can rest."

Phantom's eyes slipped closed without argument. "If he...hurts you...I'll kick his...butt."

"Uh-huh," Danny said doubtfully. "Maybe once you're better." He chewed on his lip, looking down at Phantom's wounds. "Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?" There wasn't much he could do without supplies...

Phantom leaned his head back, encouraging Danny to continue stroking his fingers through his hair.

Danny smiled. He brushed the white hair off Phantom's forehead and leaned down to kiss just below his hairline. As he sat back again, he saw Phantom smiling as well. Shadows passed in front of the bleachers, and Danny bit his lip.

Phantom forced his eyes open. "Danny?"

Danny stroked Phantom's hair until those green eyes closed once more. "We're about to get some extra help, that's all."

Phantom frowned. "Only one...I need."

"Yeah, well--"

"Hey, Fentina, what are you and the techno-geek hiding under--"

Dash's voice cut off in a gasp, echoed by several others. Danny pinched his eyes shut and cringed.

"Danny Phantom!"

"Holy shit, it's really him."

"What's all that green stuff?"

"Oh my god, is that ghost blood?"

A large hand grabbed Danny's shoulder and shoved him to the side, throwing him into the dirt. "Out of the way, Fen-Freak, we have to get him out of here!"

"No!" Danny scrambled onto his knees again and grabbed Dash's arm. "Ghosts need privacy when they're wounded, you can't--"

Dash used the arm Danny was holding to throw him backward. Other hands--Kwan's, he thought--caught him before he could fall into the dirt again. "Get him out of here!" Dash ordered.

Thrown off balance without his legs under him, Kwan easily dragged Danny away from Phantom. He fought, wiggling in Kwan's grasp, trying to free his arms. "I had it under control!" he shouted, frustrated. "You don't need to do this!"

"Yeah right," Kwan said sarcastically, "just let us handle this, Fenton. We've actually dealt with injuries before."

Danny watched, dismayed, as Dash scooped Phantom into his arms. The ghost was wincing in pain, teeth visibly gritted, but soon there were too many jocks between them to see what was happening.

Someone outside the bleachers shouted, "It's Phantom! He's hurt!" a call that was swiftly picked up by others.

Sunlight fell on Danny as they passed from beneath the bleachers. "He's not some football player," he objected to Kwan's previous comment, "he's a ghost. You don't--"

Kwan threw Danny onto the ground. He landed on his front, air woofing from his lungs and sending a puff of dirt to float in front of his face.

"He's a person," Kwan snapped before charging back under the bleachers.

Danny pushed himself onto his knees, coughed, and patted dirt from his gym shirt. "Gee," he muttered darkly to himself, "I hadn't noticed. I'm only dating him..."

He climbed to his feet and turned to face the bleachers. Some of the jocks were pouring out again, and a moment later, Dash carried Phantom out into the sunlight. Phantom was still grimacing, one eye tightly pinched shut, but the remaining eye searched the surrounding humans. When it finally landed on Danny, Phantom's eyes and forehead visibly relaxed, though his jaw remained clenched.

Danny ran forward. Another jock, Brad, stopped him before he could reach Phantom and shoved him back. "Back off!" he shouted.

Danny stumbled backward, tripped over his heel, and fell to the ground again. Phantom opened his mouth--he seemed to be saying something, but either no one heard his butchered voice over the noise they were making or they ignored whatever he was saying.

Danny stood up, but the crowd grew between them, bolstered by those that were leaving the track. Soon it was no longer only Dash and his football friends crowding around Phantom but half their class. Worse, Dash's friends were building a wall around Phantom, forcing the crowd to move back as Dash carried Phantom forward.

Danny, the resident loser on the field, quickly found himself shoved farther and farther away from Phantom.

"Is he okay?"

"What happened?"

"Is he bleeding?"

"Oh my god, oh my god, what do we do?"

"Phantom!"

"Put me down!"

Danny sucked in a breath. For all that the voice sounded like it had been scraped by rocks, it was unmistakably Phantom's. "He shouldn't be yelling," Danny muttered anxiously to himself. "Oh hell, he shouldn't yell..."

Whether he was fit enough to raise his voice, however, Phantom had succeeded in halting the crowd. Danny jumped a few times, trying to see over his classmates. The crowd wasn't moving anymore, so Dash must have stopped. Danny thought he saw Dash kneeling on the ground--obeying Phantom's wishes--but it was difficult to tell with so many people between them.

Danny gritted his teeth. "Right," he muttered. "Time to get obnoxious, Fenton. Make them listen." He raised his voice and shouted, "Excuse me, I actually know how ghosts work!" He began shoving between his classmates, forcing his way through. "I can help him!" He squeezed between Mikey and a cheerleader and then around Kevin. "This isn't how you help ghosts!"

Brad grabbed Danny's arm before he could go farther, halting him at the jock wall. Danny leaned to the side and peered through the gap between Brad and Russel. Phantom had been set on the ground and Dash and Kwan were pressing what looked like someone's gym shirt against the wound, trying to stem bleeding that would have been little more than a trickle if they had only left Phantom under the bleachers instead of making a spectacle of him.

Paulina knelt by Phantom and was pulling his head and shoulders onto her lap, tears overflowing her eyes. Danny would never have dared, given Phantom's injured throat, but Phantom seemed oblivious to the angle Paulina was forcing on him just as he was oblivious to the boys pressing on his wound. Instead, Phantom had both hands clasped over his ears.

His grimace revealed sharpened canines.

Danny sucked in a breath. Phantom often complained human emotions were too "loud" when they got upset. Danny didn't fully understand, but he would be willing to bet a group of exhausted teenagers worrying over their fallen hero counted as more than a little "loud". What kind of mental state that would push Phantom into when he was already weak and injured...

"Dash!" Danny shouted. Dash ignored him. "Dash!"

Dash's head shot up and he glared at Danny.

"You have to get everyone away from him!" Danny shouted, undaunted as Brad squeezed his arm in warning. "With his wound and everyone around him like this, you're going to throw him into an instinctive state. He's--"

"Did your parents teach you that, Fenton?"

Danny froze. That didn't sound like the usual belittling tone Dash used on him. Dash actually sounded angry.

"How do we know your parents weren't the ones who did this to him?" Kwan added.

"Wha--" Danny's word cut off in a hiss as Brad's grip turned suddenly, painfully tight.

The crowd, perhaps sensing the accusation, grew quieter. One by one, faces turned toward Danny.

Dash leapt to his feet. Ectoplasm stained his fingers green. "Is that what happened, Fen-Freak?" He advanced toward Danny. Danny tried to step back, but where before Brad's hand had kept him from moving forward, now it stopped him from going anywhere. "Is that why you're the one that found him? Your parents tipped you off so you could collect their specimen?"

"No!" the word burst out of Danny's mouth with such force he actually recoiled.

Unfortunately, Dash didn't listen and the crowd was beginning to mutter their own accusations. Danny only heard a few, most of which were directed at his parents for attacking Phantom on a near daily basis, but with Danny's parents nowhere in sight and adults besides, his classmates had set their sights on a more easily accessible target.

Him.

Danny tried and failed to take another step back. "Wait! That's not fair, I never--"

"He's friends with that mayor who hates Phantom too!" someone shouted.

"I am not!" Danny objected, offended. He looked around, alarmed to see so many glaring at him, but he squared his shoulders. "Look," he said, "yeah, my parents are ghost hunters, but that just means I actually know what I'm talking about. More so than any of you. And I'm telling you, you all need to--"

A fist struck his cheek, the blow strong enough to wrench his head to the side. Danny cried out and would have fallen to the ground if Brad hadn't been holding onto his arm. As it was, Danny's legs gave out and his arm was wrenched painfully upward as he fell to his knees.

A second later, his arm was released.

Danny would have thought Brad intentionally let him go if someone hadn't screamed, had Paulina not shouted Phantom's name, had Dash not cried out in fear.

Danny pressed a hand to his throbbing eye and scrambled to his feet. His classmates had thrown themselves apart before him, creating a clear path back to the bleachers. Why became clear as Danny's good eye fell on Phantom. For all that green glowing ectoplasm continued to flow from his wound, Phantom had grabbed Dash by his gym shirt and was pinning him to the bleachers. Several yards above ground.

As Danny watched, shocked, Phantom pulled Dash toward himself and then slammed him against the bleachers again. "What did you do?" he roared, his voice deeper, the echo more resonant, distorting the words.

A cold wind blew across the grass, pulling at Danny's shirt.

"Wh-wh-what?" Dash stuttered.

"You hurt him!"

"No! I mean--it's--he's--"

"I heard his pain!" Even several yards away, Danny heard and felt the air vibrate as Phantom growled. The hair on his arms and neck stood on end. Something like a green aura flashed around Phantom. Several of his classmates backed away. "What. Did. You. Do."

Danny ran forward. Someone grabbed his arm, but he shook himself free. "Phantom!" he shouted up at the ghost as he neared. "Phantom, I'm fine!"

Phantom didn't move, but he stopped shouting. He was too high up for Danny to reach. He ran around to the front of the bleachers and began running up the stairs instead.

"It was just a misunderstanding!" he continued. "Right Dash?"

"Uhhhhhh?!" Dash screamed uncertainly back at him.

"Say yes, you idiot!"

"Danny?" Phantom said, his deep voice sounding suddenly lost.

Danny finally reached the highest seat and looked over the side. As if sensing him there, Phantom tilted his head back and looked up at him. His eyes glowed a brilliant green, the whites of his scalera, his pupils, swallowed up in the bright shining light.

Danny forced a shaky smile on his lips, fear for Phantom warring with a wholly inappropriate admiration. "Hey," he said softly. "See? I'm fine."

Phantom floated higher, carrying Dash with him. The jock whimpered in fear and clung to Phantom's forearms. "Are you?" Phantom questioned.

He released Dash's shirt so only one hand was holding him in the air and reached for Danny's face. Dash squawked in fear--he did not let go of Phantom's moving forearm, however. Phantom's fingers pushed beneath the hand Danny had clasped over his eye, forcing him to remove it. Danny didn't know the damage Dash had caused, but he guessed from the throbbing in his cheek and eye, he would have a black eye in a matter of minutes.

Phantom's hand glowed with blue energy, his fingers turning ice cold. Danny sighed and leaned into the touch.

"You're hurt," Phantom said, almost like a reproach.

Danny snorted. "Like you're one to talk." He laid his hand over Phantom's. "It was just a misunderstanding. I'm safe. You don't have to fight anyone."

Phantom's brow furrowed slightly. "But they were so angry. And afraid. You were afraid."

Danny looked past Phantom at the crowd of students gaping up at them and then back at Phantom. "What about now?"

"Worried. Afraid." Phantom's nose wrinkled. "Mostly."

Danny grinned cheekily. "Aww, is your power display turning some of them on?"

"Turning you on more," Phantom muttered, his cheeks gaining a green blush.

Danny cleared his throat. "They're worried for you because you're in no shape to be flying around like this. Get over here and sit down already."

Phantom hesitated. He looked down at Dash. Another growl rumbled in his chest, and this time Danny was close enough to feel the vibration in the air. "He hurt you."

"He's sorry, though, right, Dash?"

Dash nodded furiously.

"He won't do it ever again, right, Dash?"

"No!"

"Not even when I call him a major fucking asshole for not listening to me, right, Dash?"

"Fenton!" Dash cried. "Yes! Fine! You were right!"

Phantom sighed. "I don't feel so good..."

Danny wrapped his fingers around Phantom's wrist and backed away from the bleacher's edge. To maintain contact with him, Phantom dutifully followed him onto the bleachers, turning himself and Dash intangible so they could float through the bars. As soon as Dash's--solid--feet touched the bleachers, they gave out and he collapsed onto a seat. Phantom let go of his shirt and kept floating toward Danny until he landed against his chest.

All at once, Phantom's flight, the green aura, the cold wind, the solid green glow in his eyes winked out. He closed his eyes and fell into Danny's arms, his hand falling from Danny's face. His weight drove Danny to collapse on a bleacher seat himself. He grunted.

He half expected Dash to run to safety but Dash was at his side in a moment, fretting. "Shit, shit," he swore. "Is he okay? What the hell was that all about, Fenton?!"

Danny sighed, Phantom's white hair dancing in front of his mouth. "Hey, Dash, the next time I tell you you're forcing an injured ghost into an instinctual state, maybe you should listen, yeah?"

"Uh..."

Danny sighed again. "Never mind. Just help me--we need to lay him down. He passed out."

"Ghosts do that?"

"When they use too much energy. He...I don't know, he might have drawn some from his core."

Danny looked up as Dash helped spread Phantom out over a bleacher seat. Tucker and Sam were running toward them, the bag with the first aid kit held above Sam's head as she waved her arm. He wanted to sigh in relief, but the crowd--no longer entertained from the side of the bleachers--was making its way to the front. Paulina was already climbing the stairs.

"Fuck," Danny groaned.

"You said he needs privacy before?" Dash asked.

"Um. Yeah. Except for Sam and Tucker--they're bringing the medical supplies that actually work on ghosts."

Dash puffed out his chest. "Right then!" He pounded down the steps of the bleachers, shaking the metal seats. "Back off!" he shouted. "Ghosts need privacy when they're injured, you idiots!"

Danny bit his lip and looked down at Phantom. If Phantom hadn't defended him as he had, if he hadn't reacted to Danny's pain so quickly, Danny would probably have been beaten by the football team--perhaps even his whole gym class. They certainly had no problem doing so when he had filled in for the mascot and they lost their homecoming game during freshman year.

Still...once the crisis of Phantom's injuries passed...how many of them were going to remember Danny had calmed him down? How many would recognize what had happened as something more than just a hero protecting someone? How many would recognize a ghost defending his mate?

Note to self, he thought, brushing his fingers through Phantom's hair, don't underestimate Phantom's protective instincts.

#Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #Pitch Pearl #pitchpearl #birthday present for a friend on the discord server #she requested Phantom losing control while protecting Danny #(I actually finished this a month ago but put off posting it until now lol)

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