#shut up gav

[gavalaa]

I have been attempting to redesign the outfits of these characters and keep their color pallets and any other necessary things as well and I feel VERY HAPPY that someone else is also doing these because it makes me feel less alone! And I must SAY WITH ALL MY HEART, THEY’RE AMAZINGG?!?!

Weeee thank you for the kind words! Can’t wait to see your designs!!!! WE IN THIS REDESIGN ERA!

#gav answers #inbox #shut up gav

[altschmerzes]

i’ve reached the amatonormativity breaking point. i want to crawl into a cave and never experience shipping or jokes about how athletes on the same team who play well together Have to be in love or snide comments about Just Friends or the inevitability of And Then They Get Together forcibly stapled onto every single character dynamic or calling other people’s relationships into question because you think they’re too close to Not be In Love with each other or whatever else the world chooses to throw at me again. there is never any making it stop or even making people think for a second before barrelling headfirst into doing this constantly and without regard for what they’re reinforcing or shitting on as long as they get to have their fun. I’m Sick Of It. ive seen enough and im crawling back in the dirt like some kind of aromantic groundhog GOODBYE.

#gav gab #this is bitter and annoyed im sorry #ill snap out of it in a minute #aro blogging #get it all out of my face!!! forever!!!!!!!! #shut up about romance Shut Up About Romance SHUT UP ABOUT ROMANCE #i cant do ANYTHING without being inundated by this i can’t even ENJOY SPORTS #GOOD LORD

[x-v4mp3y3lin3r-x]

your evil, unprogressive "minecraft smp" versus my beautiful, unforgettable AH skycraft

#SHUT UP. SHUT UP SHUT UP #this is a joke #i don't miss achievement hunter. may those bitches rest in peace. #i've just been rewatching stuff like... man remember how fun that fandom was before everyone went insane #solar queen gav u will live forever in my heart

[risarchives]

read something somewhere that said freelancer probably felt like a freak when their powers first manifested. so now i think that when caelum told them that (this was cae's hypothesis by the way, which was proven to be wrong) they see him, an empathy demon, because they're a good and empathic person just like him and his siblings, they felt somewhat reassured and reminded that they're morally good. despite despite despite

#i just can't shut up about them can i #fl and darlin >> #redacted freelancer #love gav and fl together and the fact that they're easy to love individually #which is wonderful #they can be stand-alone characters and it will still work #redacted asmr #rambles

[reticent-writer]

Hey! Well, actually, I really like the set of stories about Teen!Reader and Alostor where the reader is classified as an assistant, I would like a story that shows how they met and how they get to the point where they consider him an assistant and their confidence to say him dad? Thank you, I'm sorry if the request was very long. (Writing this I remembered the fight Alastor and Lucifer had over Charlie about who she calls Dad, I felt it would still be a good scenario for indignation)

An: I had a storyboard for this exact thing but its messy and if you don't know me you probably wouldn't understand how my mind works but basically i have ocs for this

This took a bit longer because it happens before Alastor and reader dies plus I gave reader a family so...... some basic info

Y/n was born into a family that was picture perfect on the outside

father was a factory worker Mother was a dressmaker

Doll House by Melanie Martinez fits them perfectly

Y/n was the middle child of 5

When Y/n was born the eldest (Atticus boy) was 10, Second eldest 6 (Alma girl), Middle child (y/n)

when y/n turned 4 their parents had twins (Giles boy, Gideon boy)

This is a glimpse into my mind. It might not make sense.

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-1920-

Y/n is 10.

Your parents were perfectionists, especially when it came to the public eye. The L/n family was always the center of attention in your little town, deep in Louisiana.

You and your siblings were constantly dressed in Sunday's best.

"Kids make yourselves look presentable. A client is coming soon." Your mother called out from her 'workspace'. kids aren't allowed in there.

"Can't we just stay in our rooms." Atticus complained from his spot on the couch.

"Get. Dressed."

Atticus groaned as he got up to go to his room. On his way, he knocked on your door before opening it.

"You're supposed to wait for a response, Jackass."

"Next time you curse at me I'm poppin' you." He threatened but you knew he wouldn't do anything, "Mom said get dressed, tell Alma."

He closed the door before you could complain. You heard the shuffling of his feet as he ran to his room.

His room was at the end of the hall. the hall was short with 2 doors on each side. Alma was across from you and the twins were next to her.

Right across from your room is Alma's. She's going into her preteen years and started to spend more time in her room. Your mother says she's adjusting to becoming a woman and needs her time alone. She's also becoming very snappy.

You slowly opened your door to stare at hers. You slowly walk into the hallway and up to her door. You knock three time and wait for a responce. She didn't open the door.

"I heard Atticus." Her voice was horse and strained but you believed what your mother told you.

That was all you needed to get yourself ready.

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Your mother made all (except for Alma) of you sit in the living room and wait for the client.

*knock knock knock*

"He's here. You better behave." She says before opening the door with a smile only guests see, "Alastor, It's so good to see you again."

"Good to see you to, my dear and my my look at the children. They all seem to be in good health." He greeted all of you with a smile.

"Hello sir." Atticus spoke for all of you.

"You seem to be missing one." Alastor commented, making your mother chuckle.

"She's been feeling under the weather as of late, come along I need to take your measurements. Atticus, Y/n prepare some tea." She ordered.

Alastor and your mother went to her workspace and she shut the door.

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That night went smoothly until your father got home. He didn't like the fact that your mother was in her workspace with a man and the door closed, even if he was a client.

It caused fighting -well more than there normally is anyway- between your mother and father. It's always been easy to make your father mad.

It got worse when Alastor took notice of it he came by more often with the excuse of having gifts for you and your siblings.

He gave you a radio to listen to him when he went on air. Atticus was offered a job at the radio station. Alma got a set of jewelry.

This angered your father more and instead of taking it out on Alastor or your mother he took it out on you and your siblings. Atticus tried to protect all of you.

One day your father and Atticus got into a really bad fight and your brother was shot. He didn't make it.

It was around the same time when a horrid smell started coming from Alma's room. Your parents said she caught a fever and no one noticed but you didn't believe them anymore.

From then on you started distancing yourself from your family and growing closer to Alastor.

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When you got older (16) you started working with alastor at the radio station. He taught you how to live life without worry.

He treats you like your a person and not just your parent's child.

Your parents treated you like a decoration. Alastor treated you like a child he didn't know he wanted.

You found out he was a murder by accident. You forgot someone at the station late at night and went back to get it to see blood spattered in the talking booth.

At first you thought it was Alastors so you took a gun that the station had in case of emergencies and followed the trail.

Opening the back door you saw Alastor dragging the body. The two of you made eye contact. Your body moved without hesitation and helped him hide the body.

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Sadly, there are times a birth parent is a dud.

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This is long and not what I usually write but it's been stuck in my head for a while.

A/n: I've decided to cut the twins and make y/n the youngest. I had something for them originally but it's better for just Alma, Atticus and Y/n

Art by @ghostly-one

#male reader #female reader #gn reader #child reader #x child reader #teen reader #platonic #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel angst #reticent writes #reticent writer

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids 👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and whatever prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

[Here's part one or whatever. If I feel like making more I'll make more and/or post it to ao333333.]

💚👻👽👻💚

The world is on fire, and Danny is burning.

The GAV is in shreds; wherever he’s crashed, there’s no way to determine up or down. He’s entombed in wreckage. Everything is on fire and everything burns, and it takes Danny all his strength to peel himself from where he’s contorted around the driver’s seat chair, to drag himself through the twisted metal and shards of glass with nothing but his hands and his tears.

He hurts.

It hurts so badly.

He crawls, because he can’t tell if he has legs or a tail right now, and is too afraid to find out he can’t walk by injuring one of his legs permanently. It’s hard to see through the smoke and the tears. He can’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe even if he wanted to.

There are instincts unique to being dead. Danny can’t tell up or down, and he can’t tell where he is or remember how he got here, but his core tugs him towards somewhere dark. Somewhere cool. Somewhere enclosed, even—even better, so Danny can curl up and sob in peace.

Danny wedges himself into a dark corner, curls himself up as much as he can, and lets himself drop into his core.

*

Something is touching him somethingistouchinghimsomethingistouchinghim—

Danny pops out of his core with a scream. No words. No coherency. Everything hurts, and all he can do is scream.

Someone is touching him. The thing touching him is body-shaped. Human-shaped. Danny screams higher, louder—some part of his hindbrain knows that if he screams for real then there won’t be a human but there will be guts and gore and blood, but Danny’s too tired to scream for real, and too weak. His scream is only enough to send the human sprawling back instead.

More humans take the place of the first. Danny keens, fights back a sob—when another tries to rouse him from his hiding spot with an exposed hand, Danny flashes his teeth.

The human flinches, but doesn’t go away.

Danny feigns a fanged bite. The figure jumps back. Good.

He’s too weak to run. He’s too weak to walk through the walls of his hiding spot and dart away. His visibility flickers—probably how a human found him in the first place. He’s so tired. Everything hurts. But if he looks dangerous and acts dangerous, maybe they’ll leave him alone. They have to leave him alone.

Please, please leave him alone.

They don’t.

There’s something in his face. Danny doesn’t recognize the shape immediately, but eventually something clicks: a loop on a stick is a catchpole. The strangers are trying to capture him.

He’s so afraid of something else around his neck. His whole body racks with shivers. He can’t run. He can’t bite. Please, please, please—

It doesn’t latch to his hand. It latches to his wrist.

Danny is only peripherally aware of being dragged onto his knees, of being dragged into a container. By the time the doors shut in around him, his mind is empty of anything that isn’t fear and pain, pain, pain.

He drops into his core.

*

Danny wakes up in a container.

It’s not the same container. But all containers are the same.

Danny screams. The soundwaves vibrate the glass until it shakes, slamming against the floor until cracks form in the concrete beneath him.

Still, no cracks form in the container. When he wails a second time, there’s no strength behind it. He just sobs.

He’s alone. He’s alone and he’s contained and no one is coming to get him. His transportation is in pieces. He’s injured and he’s scared. He’s so scared. Everything hurts. He wants to hide in his core and he wants to run away and he wants to slither through the wall and he doesn’t have the energy into any of it.

Danny curls up in a corner, hopes he’s left alone—or better, released—and hides.

He doesn’t know how much time passes before he hears a click.

…But he hears a click. Danny peeks open an eye.

There’s…food. He thinks it’s food, anyway. Oatmeal? It’s in a bowl and it’s beige and it’s on a tray on the ground.

Danny sniffs. …The last captors hadn’t offered him food. They hadn’t thought he’d had needs, or that they ought to feed him.

It’s a miserable, aching feeling when he thinks this is a step up.

There’s a flimsy plastic spoon on the tray. When Danny jumps on the bowl, devouring the contents as quickly as his body will let him, the spoon goes down the hatch with the gruel.

Danny falls back asleep in the far corner of the container miserable, cold, in pain, and injured. But he falls asleep full.

It’s a luxury to not be hungry.

*

There’s a click.

Danny ignores it. He’s not hungry. He’s sleepy. His body is trying to conserve calories and metabolize new ones. He doesn’t want to wake up.

The oatmeal goes uneaten.

*

There’s a click. Danny’s eyes crack open.

Apparently he’s been asleep for a while, because there are three bowls of uneaten oatmeal on the ground, waiting for him. All are in varying stages of crusting over.

Whatever. Free food. Danny wolfs it down anyway, and tucks himself back into his corner. He’s almost him-shaped again. His human traits are slowly returning, cell by cell, piece by piece. He can almost feel the fractures he knows he’ll have in his legs!

…Wait. Wasn’t his container opaque?

It’s…not anymore. The walls are clear. Danny can see—or, well, until he gets his eyes back, can sort of feel—the room around him, and the trace presences of the beings who occupy it.

It’s a lab. Danny knew it would be, but his core still drops down, down down. He had been praying he’d never see a live specimen lab ever again. He certainly hadn’t wanted to see yet another one from inside the cage.

Humans come and go from the lab. Most are in white coats and pants, but they’re not GIW. Or, well, they’re probably not GIW, anyway, considering that they’ve been feeding him. The guys in white never think of his needs, since they don’t care if he Ends or not. There are monitors that fuzz and warp in his not-vision with details he can’t make out on screen, but knows instinctively that the monitors pertain to him.

And to his capture.

There are some visitors in odd colored suits. They talk. The colorful ones don’t approach him, but they…watch.

No one approaches. Good. Danny will bite them if they do.

With the see-through window, Danny can see the bright-suited blob shove a tray of food through a slot in his container.

It doesn’t fall to the floor, though. There’s a little mechanical thing that brings the oatmeal and flimsy spoon to a safe rest on the steel floor.

…Alright. Bone appetite. Danny’s hungry, and food is food. He pours most of the bowl straight into his stretched mouth and scrapes the rest in with a spoon.

More of his wounds are sealing. Healing. His core doesn’t throb so horribly with pain. The cracks in his soul are smoothing out. With consistent food and rest, Danny will be able to actually mount an escape.

Good. Danny licks the flecks of meal from the edges of his mouth. Good.

When he naps, this time, it’s on purpose.

Soon he’ll be healed enough to leave.

*

The clear window doesn’t go away. Danny’s poor sight doesn’t improve, but he can see people come and go. Danny’s never truly left alone. There is always at least one brightly-colored human around (or one dark, silent human), and an assortment of white-coated scientists milling about.

The clear window lets them see him, presumably. If Danny wants to escape, he’ll have to be careful not to be seen.

Quietly, so quietly. Danny slo-o-o-owly amps up the resonance of his core.

There are cameras. There must be. There are always cameras. Disrupting the electrical flow in and around his container is essential to getting himself out of sight.

The lights flicker. The human milling about all flock to monitors, silent voices coming muffled through the see-though walls of the container. Danny reels in his resonance just a touch—whoops.

But no one is looking.

Something twinges in Danny. Well…no one is looking.

Very, very quietly, Danny peels a relatively safe amount of ectoplasm away from his core. A Danny-shaped shadow forms, and, yeesh, does he really look that bad?

Whatever. There’s no time.

Danny turns himself invisible. He slips through the walls of his container, and leaves the lab to explore the base.

#the JL: uh. what the hell is this #the JL: I guess we can...it looks vaguely humanoid? Should we assume it's sentient? Let's get it to medbay— AH IT'S GONNA BITE ME #JL: Feral Baby Jail. STAT. #another Everyone in DP Is Dead Or Otherwise Inaccessible AU™ #dp x dc #dpxdc #danny phantom #dcu #dcu crossover #cryptid!au #tw injury #tw medical #I guess #There are VERY enthusiastic doctors on hand at all time WAITING to slap a bandaid on him as soon as they figure out communication #in the meantime #allergen friendly nutrient gruel it is baby!

[theprettynosferatu]

“I hate you so much”, she said. “I fucking despise you. You are the worst kind of person to ever blight this world and if I could, I would stomp you like the roach you are”. Her words were most certainly strong; however, they were somewhat undermined by her smile, by the sensual, almost dance-like movements of her body as she removed her top.

“I am well aware”, he said, reclining on the sofa.

“You have no idea. You fucking ruined my life, you piece of shit” she said before biting her lips in a perfect picture of lust. 

“And yet here you are. Again”

“You know damn well why I’m here, you monster”

He did. That was part of the charm of the whole affair. 

Her hatred for him had been long held, and nurtured lovingly for nearly a decade. In college, she took an instant dislike for his jokes and remarks, which she felt, rightly, to be sexist and dumb. As they matured politically, they found themselves staring at each other from opposite ends of the spectrum. As they entered professional life, her intelligence and skill propelled her well above him, a sin he could never overlook. It was an animosity as strong as true love, as enduring as the sun. And yet she looked at him with the tender eyes of a willing lover as she went to her knees.

It was true. She hated him. But she hated herself more. Or, more precisely, she hated how much her body adored him, how deeply it needed him. His… Every inch of her skin tingled in anticipation, and she realized how seductively she moved even despite her hardest efforts to stop it. It wasn’t her, she tried to remind herself. It was that damn… thing. Her breath came in short, panting bursts. Her eyes fixed on the bulge in his pants. She desperately wanted to blame some sort of mind control, of hypnosis, of strange, sci-fi implant in her brain for how pathetic she was being, and how delicious her pussy felt, eager with anticipation. Sadly, she knew better. She knew what would happen the second she saw his cock. Hell, she could almost smell it and it made her drool. And there was no magic behind it, no esoteric mystery driving her actions.

It was chemistry. She knew it as well as he did. She knew exactly how he had turned her into… this. She knew why her body loved it. She knew it wasn’t love. She realized, consciously, she was simply… fiending. Addicted. A victim of chemical dependency and his fucked up expolitation of her situation.

He always loved this part. When her eyes retained some defiance, her absolute hatred of him was on full display, her disgust with her own actions hidden behind a teasing smile, a bite of her lips. Her body was performing because it had learned exactly what he liked, how to get the drug it needed from him quickly… and the woman behind that body was trapped between her need and her true feelings. It was a delicious mix, especially because they both knew he could destroy her with a simple act, and there was nothing she could do about it. He could tell she was almost shaking, resisting the urge to rip off his pants- an urge he had trained her to resist simply by denying her what she craved most when she gave into it. 

Cum. His cum. 

She couldn’t help but blame herself. She had done the research, seeking to understand addiction in order to help people, analyzing how the brain reacted to different patterns of rewards and even chemicals… only for him to use all that and turn it against her. And she knew in one second all of it wouldn’t matter to her one bit.

He smiled. She was beautiful, no doubt about it- her jet-black hair, her big, dark eyes, her generous figure… but that wasn’t what attracted him the most. No, it was the way her brain shut off completely as soon as she saw the object of her obsession. That split second when she tried to fight it, when she hated herself for failing, and then…

It only took a single look, and her brain was flooded. Cock. His cock. His beautiful, perfect, delicious cock… Her mouth watered, her body started shaking as the last of her self-control gave way to the animalistic, primal need to…

Perfect. So perfect. The taste. The way she could feel the blood flowing through its veins. It’s strong, conquering hardness. Why would she ever fight against this? Why would she ever think of anything but feeling it in her mouth, taking it deep inside her throat, licking it adoringly? It grew and grew in her mind, pushing everything else away. Her job. Her dignity. Her family. Those things seemed so trivial, so miniscule next to the sensation this cock gave her, as if it made every inch of her skin as sensitive as her clit, her mind a raging inferno and yet perfectly calm: it made sense to worship. It made sense to love this cock. It was just… her place.

Every now and then she fought back. “I hate you”, she would say before moaning and taking him in her mouth, using her tongue to pry moans of pleasure from him, which in turn made her shiver. His pleasure was her pleasure, because his pleasure was a herald of the reward to come. “I hate you so much”, spoken with the loving tenderness of a schoolgirl declaring her love to her first crush. 

For a moment she thought of her husband, her daughter. She hated the way this cock made her feel. Hated that she loved it so much more than her family. Hated them for not letting her live in constant worship of the big, perfect cock. Hated herself for thinking it. Hated how good it felt to think about it. Hated how her pussy soaked her panties without it being touched.

“I hate you so much…” she didn’t mean it. Not anymore, not at that moment. But she knew he loved to hear her say it. Loved the power his cock had over her. And she needed to make him cum. Needed to taste it. Needed to swallow it. “You ruined me… you made me into a cock-addicted whore… your whore…”

He was close. She could feel it. Her entire body tensed up, ready to give in completely. “I hate that I love you…”

It happened. Her mind went blank as she swallowed every drop, convulsing in an orgasm that was more than just an orgasm: it was the fulfillment of her purpose, it was heaven and an embrace and complete, perfect peace. It was happiness. It was true love.

He watched her smile on the ground. This made it all worth it: the experiments, injecting himself to make his cum the most addictive substance on Earth… the most powerful of drugs. She was in complete ecstasy. Sure, it would last maybe an hour and she’d go back to hating him. But that wouldn’t last long. Sooner rather than later her body would need him again. She would shake. She would be unable to think of anything else. 

Yes, she would hate him. But addiction was stronger than hate. 

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[ahonice]

not my boyfriend

luke hughes x fem reader

word count: 9.6k (the google doc was forty pages long idk what happened i got carried away)

warnings: jokes about dying/being killed, drinking, mentions of harassment (none actually happens though, just a topic discussed.) cursing, party games, lots of fighting that could’ve been avoided, VERY unrealistic scenarios and timelines lol, reader is stubborn for no reason and pisses me off (sorry)

note: this takes place during luke’s first full season as a devil. also idk how season tickets work with the devils so... hope y’all enjoy, leave feedback and lmk what you think, love y’all babes <3!!!

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growing up in newark meant you were a devils fan by default. which wasn’t a bad thing, your father was a season ticket holder and often took you to games with him as you were the only one of your siblings who was still living at home.

you were the youngest of five, all others being boys, and the university you attended was only a five minute drive from your house so instead of moving into the dorms you continued to live at home. 

at each game you always wore unmarked jerseys, shirts, and hoodies. no number or last names on any of them, you weren’t a big enough fan to have a jersey that branded you so you stayed content with your blank ones. 

+++

it was the home opener for the devils and your father dragged you, along with all your brothers, out to attend the game with him. he managed to get tickets right behind the devils bench this year, you didn’t even want to know how much money he had to spend to get them. 

“dad isn’t this a bit much? the game is going to be the exact same if we were sitting in our normal seats, two levels above.” you asked him once everyone was situated and comfortable in their seats.

“oh shut up y/n, these seats are great and who knows maybe you’ll catch the eye of a cute hockey player and you can live out your trophy wife fantasies.” your brother, who was sitting two seats down from you, teased.

“shut up david.” you said reaching over your other brothers to hit him, which you did…three times.

“would you two cut it out, you’re attracting a crowd.” your father scolded.

he was right, not only were a few people sitting behind you watching, but so were a couple people on the bench in front of you.

you groaned in embarrassment and hid your face in your brother gavin’s shoulder. 

“kill me gav, kill me.” your voice was muffled.

“number forty three is staring pretty hard right now y/n.” gavin wiggled his eyebrows at you.

you shot your head up and made, brief, eye contact with a boy who looked around your age before he quickly looked away. another player, who looked just a little older than you, laughed at him before giving you a wink.

“i’m serious gavin, shoot me right here.” you said, pointing between your eyes. “like i’m a horse that just broke it’s leg.”

+++

after the game you went to dinner with your family before you parted ways. you had picked up your coworkers shift because he had a family emergency and wasn’t able to come in. during the summer between your senior year of high school and your freshman year of college you attended bartending school. you thought that working in the night life industry, especially as a young attractive woman, that you would be getting a lot of money in tips.

and you were correct.

your grandparents were covering your tuition, and since you were living at home there were no room and board charges, but you did have a car to pay for, books and school supplies, as well as an addiction to shopping that you had to support. so the job really was great.

it was a nice cocktail, lounge, styled bar. lots of business meetings took place, and overall upper class patrons were the ones who would visit. it wasn’t rare that local celebrities would stop by, or new yorkers wanting a lower tax on their tequila sunrise. so when a few people on the new jersey devils roster walked in, nobody was surprised. 

“y/n i’ll take bottle service for them tonight if you cover my side of the bar while i’m out? we can split their tip 70/30.” your coworker brian suggested after seeing them all make their way towards the private section, meaning they would not be ordering drinks themselves like all the other people in the establishment. 

“60/40, it’s a saturday night brian.” he rolled his eyes before agreeing, making his way over to the group as you began writing down tickets.

with brian gone you were now the only one behind the bar, it being a busy saturday night you didn’t really have any time to yourself. constantly getting new orders, or people confused why you needed their card to open a tab, you weren’t really planning on taking a break anytime soon. 

“what can i get you?” you asked whoever sat in the seat across from where you were currently fulfilling orders. you didn’t look up to properly acknowledge the customer, but you know they heard you because your question was quickly followed by a long “uhhhhh” before you placed the drinks you had been working on infront of their respective owners.

“while you uhhhh on that, i’m gonna go help customers that know what they want.” you didn’t really mean to be so rude, but you didn’t have time to provide good customer service.

“wait!” you had barely turned around before the customer stopped you. “i’m sorry, it’s just that i am not twenty one, so i don’t know what i can order here.”

“you’re not old enough to drink? how the hell did you get in? because if you used a fake i’m sorry but i’m gonna have to cut it.” you finally looked up from the glasses in front of you to see who exactly you were speaking with. he looked familiar, you couldn’t figure out where you knew him from. probably just a student you’ve seen around campus.

“no it’s nothing like that. i’m here with some of my teammates.” he nodded his head towards the private section where you could see brian making them drinks.

you looked back at his face again before the realization hit you.

“you were the player staring at me earlier.”

“you were the girl that slapped her brother in front of everyone earlier.”

you blushed at his recollection of you, he blushed at yours as well. 

“guilty.” you both said at the same time, causing some laughs to let out before the moment was interrupted by some people on the other side of the bar yelling that they wanted their drinks.

“i’ll be back in a little bit, sorry.” you apologized to the boy before turning to start making the drinks that the customers had ordered nearly five minutes ago, audibly groaning at the line that was forming all around the bar and the amount of people now entering.

+++

it ended up being nearly thirty minutes before the rush of orders you had gotten was cleared and you had time to go back to where that boy was sitting. you weren’t surprised that he was no longer there, but you were disappointed. 

you decided to take the rare break to your advantage and poured yourself a glass of apple juice, savoring the taste before you brought your attention towards the group in the back. brian must’ve really been working for those tips because you had never seen a group so entertained in your life. 

making eye contact with the boy, you smiled as he stood up from his seat, excusing himself from the group being met with a smirk from the guy he was sitting next to, who you recognized as the one who winked at you earlier.

“you know you guys are paying for bottle service, you don’t have to come up to the bar to order drinks. it’s kinda what it was made for.” you said once the boy had sat down in the seat he was in just an hour before.

“i know, but i don’t want the guys to make fun of me for ordering orange juice.”

“are you assuming that i wouldn’t make fun of you? because i would, and i will. i’m team apple juice.” you said, raising your glass filled with apple juice, into the air. 

“can’t drink on the job?” 

you laughed at how stupid of a question that was, just because you worked as a bartender doesn’t mean you have no decorum. “ couldn’t even if i wanted to, i’m nineteen.” 

“oh so you’re my age, well a year younger.” he smiled to himself. “i’m twenty.”

you nodded at his words, too busy closing out a tab to respond.

“how can you work here though? if you’re nineteen. don’t you have to be twenty one?” he asked.

“no, you need to be eighteen to serve alcohol in the states.” you responded, not even looking up.

“got it.” he trailed off, it quickly became awkward as you were too busy to give him the attention he was obviously looking for. “i’m luke by the way, don’t think i told you my name yet.”

“i’m y/n, but i’m pretty busy right now so maybe you could go back to your table. i don’t mean to be rude, but i can’t spend my whole shift talking to you and not working.” you told him, noticing the long line that was beginning to form again.

“oh yea of course, sorry. umm i’ll see you around.” luke said, getting up.

you didn’t respond and just walked over to the other side of the bar where the people who had been waiting the longest were.

luke sighed before walking back over to his group.

“what’s the matter lukey? couldn’t impress the hot girl by ordering an orange juice.”

“shut up jack.”

+++

it was only five days later that your father was bringing you along to another devils game and once again you got dressed in your unnamed jersey and a pair of leggings. you had work right after, having taken the closing shift tonight so you would be able to enjoy the game for at least an hour and a half before you would have to go.

“dad please tell me we aren’t in those seats again. you don’t need to be wasting your money like that, our usual seats are just fine.” you spoke as you followed your dad through the arena.

“sweetie, it is my money to spend and i wanted this. i never miss a home game, all of the money spent is being spent for good use.” you father responded, making his way down towards the glass. 

you had arrived after warm ups were finished so now you were just waiting for the game to actually start. playing a game on your phone, you were easily pulled into a trance and didn’t even realize that the players had made their way onto the ice until your father nudged you.

“y/n would you pay attention? the boy is looking at you again.” your head shot up at his words and you quickly made eye contact with the boy from last week, luke. 

he waved at you before turning around before you even had the chance to wave back.

“that was weird.” you said, not to anyone in particular, but you weren’t aware of your volume because that same guy that winked at you began laughing and pushed luke who was visibly blushing.

+++

“can i get an orange juice? on the rocks.” 

you turned around to see number forty three smiling at you, his hand behind his neck in an awkward stance.

“luke.”

“y/n.”

“is your group here today? we didn’t get any mentions of bottle service being needed tonight.”

“yeah, it was a last minute thing. i asked if we could come to this bar instead of the one we had planned on going to.”

“why? because the orange juice is that good?”

“without a doubt.” 

you laughed at his words before looking over at your coworker. 

“do you wanna do bottle service tonight? or should i?”

“i’ll do it. the general manager is here tonight and you know how she gets when it’s a group of men getting bottle service.” 

“got it, thank you brian.”

you looked back to see luke staring at you confused.

“why doesn’t she like men getting bottle service?”

“it’s not that, there have just been a few too many cases of us having to kick people out because of their behavior towards female bartenders.” 

“has that ever happened to you?” his voice suddenly angry, causing you to look at him funny.

“cool it casanova.” you laughed, ignoring his question because you have. that’s just what comes with a job in the night life industry though. “i have to get back to work, but i’ll see you around luke.” 

dejected, luke made his way to where his teammates were sitting.

“did you fuck up again?” 

“yes…? i honestly don’t know.”

+++

it had been two weeks since that night.

you hadn’t been able to make it to any of the devils games due to coming down with a bug, also causing you to miss school and work. it definitely wasn’t ideal considering it was nearly thanksgiving break, which meant it was nearly finals week. but you couldn’t complain, it was always nice to do nothing but binge watch investigation discovery and drink yellow gatorade all day.

“dad can i come with you to the game tonight? my fever is gone and i haven’t been sick in three days. i need to get out of the house badly.” you asked your father once he made it home from work.

“sure sweetie. i’m planning on leaving in half an hour, i want to make it to warm ups tonight.”  he replied, shuffling through the mail.

“got it dad, i’ll go get ready.”

+++

you quickly got ready for the game. deciding that you wouldn’t wear any makeup tonight, your eyelash extensions were enough to carry the rest of the face. tying your hair into a braid, you got dressed in an unmarked devils hoodie and leggings before throwing your shoes on.

“dad i’m ready if you wanna leave a little earlier.” you called out from upstairs, spraying your perfume on.

“sounds good hun, i’ll meet you in the car.” 

you were really excited for tonight's game, mainly because this was your first outing in civilization in nearly fourteen days, but a little part of you was excited to see luke again. 

a little part of you was afraid he had forgotten who you were, as you had only interacted a handful of times. 

a loud honk ripped you from your thoughts as you could hear your father yelling from outside.

“i’m about to leave without you y/n.”

+++

you sat in your seat playing on your phone as you anxiously waited for the game to start

“what’s got you so jittery?” your father asks, noticing your legs bouncing. “does it have anything to do with number forty three?”

your eyes widened at the second question that came from your father’s mouth.

“i have no idea what you’re talking about.” you spoke defensively.

“well i thought i might ask because he has been staring at you since he got onto the ice.”

you had been so caught up in your thoughts that you missed warmups beginning, and looking up you met luke’s eyes.

you gave him a smile and a small wave, which he returned before number eighty six rammed into his shoulders and luke went back to what he was supposed to be doing.

+++

after the game you decided to tackle the large load of school work that had been piling up from your sick days.

you managed to spend a good three hours uninterrupted before your phone began ringing. you picked it up to see your general manager's contact shown on the screen. groaning you answered the call, hoping she wasn’t going to call you in because there is nothing worse than a friday night shift.

“hey y/n, i’m sorry to bother you but this boy is currently asking about you at the bar and i need to know if you know him or if i need to ban him from the property.” she spoke.

your eyes widened, a little scared because this wouldn’t be the first time that you’ve had creepy men asking about you on your nights off.

“what is his name?” you ask, you doubted it but there was a chance you did know him.

“luke hughes.” you heard him yell in the background.

“yes darlene, i know him. he is harmless, please let him leave the jail cell.” you joked, knowing for a fact she had him held captive in the office. 

“he wants your number.” she whispered.

“just give it to him, and seriously let him go. him and his teammates tip a lot.”

+++

from: *** *** ****

y/n?

from: *** *** ****

this is luke. 

from: *** *** ****

i’m a little nervous that your boss gave me a fake number just so i would leave her alone, so if you could respond that would be greatly appreciated.

to: *** *** ****

i’m sorry, but you’ve reached the rejection hotline. the person who gave you this number is not interested.

from: *** *** ****

lovely.

to: *** *** ****

i’m totally kidding.

to: *** *** ****

this is y/n lmao.

from: luke hughes

that is not funny.

+++

over the course of the weekend you and luke texted a lot. 

mainly just basic information. favorite food, tv shows, some random questions.

from: luke hughes

why do you wear blank jerseys?

from: luke hughes

and blank everything else? you never have a name or number on you at games.

to: luke hughes

that’s just not something i’m into.

to: luke hughes

there isn’t a hockey player i like enough to wear their name or number.

that wasn’t entirely true. 

while you were a devils fan by default, you were a hurricanes fan and sebastian aho enthusiast by choice. 

you had multiple jerseys and shirts with his name and number all over them, but the devils only played the hurricanes on home ice a limited time each season so you weren’t able to break out your collection all that often. 

luckily for you, the hurricanes were playing the devils at the prudential center in five weeks and that was one of the only things you were truly looking forward to these days, as sad as that sounds.

+++

“the boy who keeps asking for you is here.” brian said to you as he entered the office. 

“what do you mean keeps? darlene just told me about the one time.” you responded, turning your attention off of the roblox game you were playing and towards your coworker.

“because i’ve only ever gotten darlene involved once. he kept asking for your schedule that night and i nearly called the cops.do you know how scared i was? not for you of course, just of the amount of paperwork and witness reports i’d have to deal with. did i ever tell you about the time that one psycho came in here with a butter knife and threatened–” 

“brian focus.” 

“right sorry. he has come in asking for you at least ten times now. if you want me to kick him out i will, i’ve been working out.” brian finished his rant by flexing his muscles, that weren’t even there.

“you’re 5’7 brian. no amount of muscle will make up for that.” you started, picking your phone up. “i’ve got it don’t worry, but thanks.”

to: luke hughes

are you stalking me?

to: luke hughes

because i will get a restraining order against you.

to: luke hughes

i don’t care how attractive you are.

from: luke hughes

so you think i’m attractive?

to: luke hughes

is that seriously all you got from that??

to: luke hughes

STOP BOTHERING MY COWORKERS !!!

from: luke hughes

will do.

from: luke hughes

as long as you agree to go out with me this week.

to: luke hughes

fine.

to: luke hughes

but only because i would like to go one night without my coworkers asking if they need to place your image on the blacklisted board.

from: luke hughes

yeah totally “only because”…

+++

“so you expect me to believe that after the game tonight you are going out with luke hughes. the rookie player for the new jersey devils?” your father asks.

“yes dad.” you deadpanned.

you had told him of your plans for after the game tonight forty minutes ago and he does not believe you in the slightest.

“what did you take for your migraine earlier?” he asks, chuckling. “oh no, did you get into my medicine cabinet? i’m pretty sure i bought those painkillers back in ‘eighty-nine.” 

“you’re hilarious. now can we leave please? warm ups are already almost over.” you said, unamused, while your father was bent over laughing at his stupid joke. “i’m going without you.”

“like hell you are.” he said, snapping up right and marching over to the front door. “if you are telling me the truth i have to meet this boy and talk to him…to ask him if you’re blackmailing him into this.”

he added that last part once he was already outside, you groaned as you heard him laughing from inside the car.

+++

to: luke hughes

i will be waiting in the car park after the game whenever you get out.

to: luke hughes

also my dad wants to meet you.

to: luke hughes

he says it’s because he needs to make sure i’m safe, but really he just thinks i’m lying to him about your existence in my life.

+++

“sweetie when is he coming? it is late and i’ve got work in the morning.” your father asks, for what feels like the hundredth time.

“dad, i’ve already told you that you can leave. i don’t need you here.” you replied, for what felt like the hundredth time.

“what if he kidnaps you? or kills you? he’s got money, he could cover it up in an instant.” he snaps his fingers when he said instant to emphasize his point.

“i would never do that sir.” a different voice cut in.

both you and your fathers heads whip around and you’re met with the sight of luke, looking very good in his suit.

“holy shit y/n you weren’t lying to me.” your dad says, walking up to where luke was standing to shake his hand. “let me tell you kid, i thought my daughter had lost her mind.” 

“dad. please stop.” you stated, annoyed at his behavior, finding a spot to stand next to luke. 

“right. sorry sweetie.” he said before turning his attention back towards luke. “have her home no later than midnight.” 

“yes sir.” luke stated, before your dad turned around and walked towards his car.

“so where are we going?” you ask. “you’re dressed like we’re going to a five star restaurant and i’m dressed like we’re going to a drive thru.” you explained, pointing to the major differences in your attire.

“i’ll meet you halfway.”

+++

“is it too late to tell you that i prefer qdoba?” you told luke as he pulled into the parking lot of a chipotle.

“i think i should take you home.” luke joked, before running around the car to open your door for you, slightly tripping in the process. 

“i should warn you though, i get queso and guac on my burritos.” you told him, knowing that he would be paying.

“what? that’s like an extra seven dollars.” he complains, holding the front door open for you to walk in.

“should’ve taken me to qdoba, it’s free there.” 

+++

the night went very well.

you and luke talked about anything and everything. 

it was fifteen minutes to midnight when luke pulled up in front of your house to say goodbye.

noticing that the lights were on, luke asked if your father really stayed up to see if he had brought you home on time.

“i can guarantee he is currently in his recliner and snoring.” you told luke before you both started walking up the porch steps.

“well i had lots of fun tonight. you should really send me a text whenever you’re bored at work, i can always use my celebrity status to get in while being underage.” luke said once you had made it to the front door.

“your C-list celebrity status?” you started.

“-oh come on, i’m a b-list at least.” he cut in.

“don’t you have better things to do than sit at a bar and drink orange juice?” you finished your thought.

“honestly no. i don’t have any friends in jersey that aren’t my teammates.”

“well if you ever want to go to a party or hang out with me and my friends you always can, just text me if you’re ever bored at home.” 

you said your proper goodbyes and once you stepped into your house you saw your father asleep in his recliner.

to: luke hughes

*image*

i told you he would be asleep. he would never know if we actually stayed out past curfew.

from: luke hughes

did you catch him mid snore in that photo? that’s honestly a violation.

+++

from: luke hughes

i’m bored.

to: luke hughes

what am i supposed to do about that?

from: luke hughes

😑😑😑

to: luke hughes

I’M KIDDING

to: luke hughes

do you not have a game tonight? because i’m planning on attending a frat party tonight if you would like to tag along.

to: luke hughes

unless you are now above frat parties after finishing school.

from: luke hughes

i’d love to join you.

to: luke hughes

great! i was planning on getting there at 10:30. do you just want to drive to my house? my friends are taking me btw and we could always just double buckle.

from: luke hughes

yea sure. what should i wear?

to: luke hughes

oh nothing too fancy just a tuxedo.

to: luke hughes

bowtie included.

from: luke hughes

i hate you.

+++

“will you all please promise to be nice to him and be on your best behavior? i think i actually like this one and i don’t him to be scared away.” you warned your friends who were currently in your room pregaming.

“hey don’t look at me, i’ll be nice as hell to your new boy toy.” your best friend, trinity, spoke. you rolled your eyes at her before looking at the boys who crowded on your floor.

“cal, bass, and tyler.” you spoke firmly, attempting to intimidate them. “i swear to god if any of you make him uncomfortable, all of my images and videos from syllabus week are getting posted on the main.”

“sir yes sir!” the three shouted in unison, only causing your eyes to roll back further into your head.

“just please be welcoming. talk to him, get to know him, do not force him to play rage cage if he does not want to.” you emphasized that last point at kade.

“if he doesn’t willingly play rage cage he isn’t the one for you y/n.”

you were about to make a snarky comment but were cut off by your phone going off.

from: luke hughes

hey i’m outside. should i knock or wait out here?

to: luke hughes

just come inside, front door is unlocked. 

to: luke hughes

we’re upstairs in my room, just follow the sound of shitty music. my friend bass has aux tonight.

you could feel the nerves bubbling up in your stomach. you hadn’t informed the group that your luke was luke hughes, they were all devils fans and were in the know about things so they definitely know who he is.

“he is coming upstairs right now, y’all i’m serious, best behavior.”

the sound of a knock made all five heads turn towards the door.

“no fucking way-”

“shut it!” you cut cal off. “hey luke, come in. there are shooters on my desk if you want something to pregame with. trinity is sober tonight so you don’t have to worry about driving.”

luke makes his way over to your dresser and grabs three shooters before making his way towards the spot next to you.

“everybody this is luke, luke this is everybody.” you motioned your hands back and forth. “tyler, cal, trinity, and bass.” 

you pointed to your friends, who were looking at the two of you with shock and disbelief on their faces, as you named them.

“let’s go to the party, i wanna play rage cage.” 

+++

“is bass your real name or is it just a nickname?” 

after arriving at the party you and your group established where trinity would be all night everyone started asking luke questions, the majority of them were about hockey and the nhl before you texted the groupchat and told them to shut their fucking mouths about his career.

“nickname. my name is sebastian, but this one-” bass grabs onto your shoulders and pulls you in front of him. “-says there is only one sebastian in her life and i am, unfortunately, not him so she started calling me bass and everybody else just latched onto it.”

you glared at him before speaking. “i was being sarcastic when i told you that, and you came up with the fucking nickname.”

“yeah, it’s not y/n’s fault you share a name with the love of her life and future husband.” tyler said, giggling after you hit his stomach.

“okay let’s go play rage cage, y’all need to shut up.” you said making your way outside, trinity informed everyone that she would stay in her spot and to text her if it is urgent. “luke do you play rage cage?”

it was an important question. 

sure most people favor cup pong or even flip up as a party game, but rage cage was what you and your friends dominated at every function.

“i have never played it before. haven’t even heard of it.” luke shrugged. 

everyone’s movements paused for a second before hell froze over.

“WHAT?”

“you’ve never heard of it?”

“what fucking school did you go to?”

“y/n get him out of my face.”

you weren’t even sure who said what, but luke had a slightly scared look on his face. 

“they’re joking luke, let me teach you how to play.”

+++

“so your future husband's name is sebastian? should i even continue pursuing you?” luke asked, jokingly, once you two were left alone in the backyard, tyler had drank one too many bitch cups and needed to be nursed back to health.

“i am most definitely not marrying him. he is six years older than me, lives hundreds of miles away, and also knows nothing of my existence.” you informed luke before finishing your drink. “you should definitely continue to pursue me.”

+++

from: luke hughes

are you coming to the game tonight?

from: luke hughes

i have a proposition for you, if you are.

to: luke hughes

i’m listening

from: luke hughes

you wear my jersey tonight, and in return i win the game.

from: luke hughes

it’s a win-win situation

to: luke hughes

yea for you. i get nothing out of it.

to: luke hughes

also i do not own a jersey with anyone’s name on it, let alone yours.

to: luke hughes

and you are NOT buying me one. if i want a jersey i will pay for it myself…or my father will.

from: luke hughes

fine.

from: luke hughes

but when you become my girlfriend you have to wear my jersey, no matter what.

to: luke hughes

okay, if i become your girlfriend i will wear your jersey.

from: luke hughes

not if, when.

to: luke hughes

i’ll see you tonight weirdo.

+++

“your boyfriend is waving at you.” 

“david shut up he isn’t my boyfriend.” you responded to your brother, shoving him.

you waved back at luke before his smile dropped and he pointed towards the jersey david was wearing. how you didn’t see the name and number on the back before? you didn’t know.

“are you seriously wearing luke’s jersey right now?” you placed your head in your hands knowing the conversation that would come of this. “he asks me to wear it before every home game and i never do, and now my own brother is wearing his jersey and not me.”

“why won’t you wear his jersey?” your brother asks, finishing off his beer. “-and don’t give me that bullshit answer of you never wear anyone’s jersey. you wear aho’s.”

“that’s because sebastian aho is sebastian aho.” you deadpanned. “there has never been a player, besides aho, that i have liked enough to wear their number. i’m not a fan of anyone…besides aho.”

“yeah, but luke’s your boyfriend.”

“oh my god he isn’t my boyfriend, do you ever listen to me? idiot.”

+++

“so your brother wears my jersey, but you don’t?” 

the sound of luke’s voice drew your attention away from the tab you were closing out at work. “i knew you were gonna show up tonight. remind me again why i decided to give you my schedule?”

“because i’m awesome.” luke answered, taking a seat in front of you. “-but of course not awesome enough for you to wear my jersey.”

“are we still on that?” you asked, handing luke a pop. 

“yes we are.” he stated blankly. “seriously i don’t understand why you won’t just wear my jersey. you said you didn’t want to pay for one, and that i couldn’t pay for one. but now that i know your brother has one i would very much appreciate it if you would wear it, to at least one game.”

“i’ll think about it.”

+++

your answer was no. that was three weeks ago and you still had yet to wear a jersey with the number forty three on the back.

tonight you were excited. 

the carolina hurricanes were playing the devils at the prudential center tonight and you and your friends all got seats behind the canes bench. none of them were canes fans, but this one the one game a year that you had the opportunity to sit near sebastian aho and you would be damned if you missed out on that opportunity. 

from: luke hughes

you coming tonight?

to: luke hughes

yeah.

to: luke hughes

so are trinity, bass, tyler, and cal.

from: luke hughes

oh great, i haven’t seen them in a bit.

from: luke hughes

are you guys going out after the game? it’s a friday night.

to: luke hughes

yes we are. cal’s frat is hosting this sport night thing if you wanna come with.

to: luke hughes

just bring a jersey to change into after the game.

from: luke hughes

oh crap i don’t own any jerseys.

to: luke hughes

you’re hilarious bud.

to: luke hughes

but just so you know i’m not sitting in my usual spot tonight. my brothers are sitting with my dad tonight.

+++

“no fucking way.”

that was the first thing you heard as you got in bass’ car.

“what?” you asked, everyone looked at you in disbelief.

“you are wearing aho’s jersey.” tyler replied, speaking for everyone in the car. “and you’re dating luke hughes.”

“i am not dating luke, you guys know that.” you deadpanned, you were getting sick and tired of people mistaking you for luke’s girlfriend. almost as much as you were sick and tired of not being luke’s girlfriend. “-and you also know that i am a loyal sebastian aho supporter before anything else.” you added the end in a lighter tone of voice. 

“alright, but when luke gets upset with you tonight you cannot be angry when we tell you we told you so.”

the rest of the car ride only one thing, a question, was on your mind, would he really get upset with you?

+++

“oh my god!”

“how many times are you gonna say oh my god tonight y/n?” trinity asked.

she had a point. it was like the only thing that was coming out of your mouth.

“never.” you deadpanned. “sebastian aho is right in front of me. my future husband is right in front of me.” you got more giddy by the end of your statement.

“oh wow y/n, you’re blushing.” cal poked your side. “that’s pathetic.”

“lover boy, two o’clock. does not look happy.”

you looked over to your right and saw luke looking at you with an expression you couldn’t quite read, but bass was right, he did not look happy.

+++

“GOAL!” you screamed, shooting up from your seat. “SUCK IT DEVILS!”

“alright calm down y/n.” tyler said, laughing at you.

“NO! sebastian aho just scored his second goal of the night, if he gets one more i’m gonna lose it.” you replied, sitting back down.

“oh god you haven’t lost it yet?”

+++

to: luke hughes

hey! sorry about the game, you played great :)

to: luke hughes

if you do want to come to the party we’ll be at this is the address.

to: luke hughes

12345 house street

to: luke hughes

i hope to see you there.

“so is your boyfriend coming tonight?” cal asked. 

“not my boyfriend.” you started. “and i don’t know. i just texted him the address for him to meet us there if he wants.”

“ok. real talk,” trinity started. “do you want him to be your boyfriend?” 

“i do-”

you were cut off by the screaming of your four friends.

“shut it.” you snapped, effectively shutting them up. “i do want him to be my boyfriend, but i have no idea if he wants me to be his girlfriend. i mean we’ve known each other for three months and he has talked about us dating in the past but he hasn’t asked me out yet and i don’t know if he ever will.” 

“y/n don’t be like that. i can tell by the way he looks at you and acts around you that he likes you, a lot, and also he looked jealous as hell when he saw whose jersey you were wearing tonight.” bass said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. 

“okay enough with the pity party, lets go to the party. i need a drink.” 

+++

from: luke hughes

not really in the mood for a party tonight. 

to: luke hughes

oh ok. 

to: luke hughes

well i’ll see you soon, yeah?

“luke isn’t coming tonight.” you told the group, an upset look rested on your face.

“oh…well it’s probably nothing. i wouldn’t want to go out and celebrate a loss.” trinity said, giving you a reassuring smile. 

“ok i seriously need a drink now.” 

+++

it has been over a week since the game and luke hasn’t spoken to you once. 

all texts have been left unanswered, he hasn’t come to visit you at work, and when you were at the game two days ago he didn’t look at you once.

you were working the closing shift tonight, and it was a monday so it was not very busy. in the past you would text luke and he would arrive as soon as he could, but you stopped attempting to communicate with luke two days ago, after the game. he made it clear he no longer wanted anything to do with you.

“y/n, someone is at the bar asking for you.” you looked up from the wall you were staring at in the office to see brian. “not the usual one though. did you and your boyfriend break up?” 

you had a little bit of hope that it was luke for just a moment, before brian told you it wasn’t him. “he’s not my boyfriend. never was.”

you stepped out of the back room to see the other hughes brother sitting at your bar.

“hello jack. what do i owe the pleasure?” you ask, planting yourself across from him.

“we need to talk about you and luke.” he replied curtly.

“there is no me and luke, he has made it very clear that he is no longer interested in being my friend anymore.” you said, pouring a drink for no one, you just needed something to do.

“that’s the thing. he does want to be your friend, more than that. this past week he has not shut up about you and how you guys weren’t talking anymore. what happened?” jack asked, grabbing the now finished drink and bringing it to his lips.

“i don’t even know. we were planning on going to this party at my friends frat together and then after your guys’ game against the hurricanes he flaked out and hasn’t spoken to me since. i’ve reached out and haven’t gotten anything back, i was at the game on saturday and he didn’t even look at me, so if he is upset that we aren’t talking then he is just upset with himself.” you took a moment to catch your breath before looking at jack.

“whose jersey did you wear to our game against the hurricanes?” 

“sebastian aho’s. why?”

jack let out a chuckle and shook his head. “makes sense. he was muttering stupid sebastian aho and fucking homewrecker the whole way home and bunkered himself in his room for days.” 

“i always refused to wear his jersey to games, or his anything, and now i’m realizing i probably pissed him off by wearing someone else’s name and number when i’ve been telling him the whole time i’ve known him that the reason i won’t wear his stuff is because i don’t wear anyones.” you told jack, pouring another drink.

“i wouldn’t say he is pissed off. he is definitely upset though.” jack starts, standing up. “i think you should come to our game this thursday-”

“i always go to your games.” you cut him off. “well come to our game this thursday wearing his jersey. i think that is all he wants…well that and you being his girlfriend.” jack finished, not giving you a chance to respond before walking out the front doors.

+++

“david please, just let me borrow your jersey for one night.” you begged your brother over the phone.

“no can do little sis. just go buy your own, i mean it might be beneficial to own your own luke hughes jersey when luke hughes is your boyfriend.”

“david i’m not even gonna say it, but seriously? where am i gonna find a jersey on such short notice?” “at literally any store in newark. walk down mainstreet and you’ll probably find five in the front window of shops.” david answers, the sarcastic tone in his voice pissing you off further.

“goodbye. i’m gonna go walk around looking for a jersey in the freezing cold now.”

+++

to: luke hughes

hey. i know we haven’t talked in a little bit but i spoke with your brother the other day. 

to: luke hughes

i’m going to the game tonight, if you would be willing to let me see you after i would really appreciate it.

to: luke hughes

i would like to talk to you.

+++

you weren’t able to find a jersey with luke’s number on it so you wore a blank jersey tonight, which kind of crushed your original plan for the evening, but you still had to try.

“are you sure sweetie? because i have no issue waiting until he shows up.” 

“yes dad, i’m sure. i’ll be fine, please go.” you assured your dad, pushing him towards his car.

it wasn’t until forty minutes later that you heard footsteps approaching you. you turned your head around and frowned at the sight of jack hughes walking your way.

“sorry i’m not the brother you wanted to see, but luke left as soon as he could and ubered back to our apartment.” 

you nodded in defeat. “thank you for telling me. i’ll just order myself an uber home then…tell luke i said good game and if he ever wants to talk he can message me.”

“why don’t you tell him yourself.”

+++

trinity would literally die if you told her whose car you were currently sitting shotgun in. 

“luke made it pretty clear he doesn’t want to talk to me, or even see me. i don’t think this is a good idea jack.”

jack had convinced you that the best thing to do in this situation was to confront luke directly. not as much convinced you, but rather offered you a ride home and said he had to make a stop on the way, that stop being his and luke’s place. 

“y/n luke is miserable not talking to you, and that is making me miserable.”

“well he wouldn’t be so miserable if he would just text me back, he is the one choosing to not speak to me. can we just get this over with? drive faster.”

+++

“luke’s room is down that hall, second door to the right.” jack informed you, you thanked him quietly before making your way to luke’s room. 

you knocked gently and got no response so you knocked again, a little harder.

“jack i’m not in the mood right now. go away.” 

you tried to speak up but nothing came out, so you just knocked again.

“jack i’m serious. this whole y/n situation is messing with my head, i played awful tonight and i just want to go to sleep.”

“well if it’s messing with you so much and making you as upset as jack says it is then maybe you should just text me back and we can figure out how to fix this.” you spoke, frustration clear in your tone. 

you didn’t give him the chance to respond before you made your way out of their apartment and towards the stairwell, ordering an uber as you ran down the steps.

once outside you saw that your uber was about five minutes away so you were forced to just stand there and wait. from: luke hughes

i’m sorry.

from: luke hughes

please come back up. 

to: luke hughes

no.

from: luke hughes

please. let's talk about this.

to: luke hughes

i’ve given you many chances in the past week for us to talk and you’ve ignored me each time.

to: luke hughes

it’s my turn to be upset now.

+++

that was two weeks ago and you haven’t seen or spoken to luke since.

you went to your mothers house is oregon for christmas and came back to new jersey today. 

the second you ended your gift exchange with your father you went up to your room and opened your texts with luke.

from: luke hughes

y/n i’m sorry.

from: luke hughes

please talk to me.

from: luke hughes

merry christmas, i got you a gift. i asked your coworker brian where you’ve been, he said it that you were spending christmas at your moms this year so i’ll give it to you when you get back.

from: luke hughes

please text me when you get back.

from: luke hughes

i need to see you.

you spent a few moments contemplating whether to send a text or to continue ignoring him, even if the later was driving you crazy.

before you could stop yourself you sent a message, and got one back immediately.

to: luke hughes

i’m back in newark.

from: luke hughes

on my way

you slightly panicked when you realized that after nearly a month of silence between the two of you, luke was now going to be in front of you and in your presence again. you didn’t know what you were going to say, worry filled you thinking about the many outcomes that could happen.

“sweetie, luke is at the door for you.”

you timidly stood up and took a deep breath or two before making your way downstairs. 

“hey luke, let’s go up to my room to talk.” 

luke nodded before stepping inside, giving your father a proper greeting before heading up the stairs.

“ok, so can you start off by telling me why you ghosted me for a full week?” you asked him once he had sat down on your hammock chair, you across from him on your bed.

“you wore someone else’s jersey.” luke started, letting out a deep breath afterwards. “after you told me for months that you never wear anyone’s jersey, so you wouldn’t wear mine.”

the sound of your friends yelling “i told you so” played in your head, but you pushed it aside to focus on what was happening in front of you.

luke was now in your closet, where he would find your many, many, aho items.

“luke please get out of my closet.” you were angry, he had no reason to be searching your things.

“how many things do you own of him. jesus.” luke said once he finally walked back into your bedroom. 

“luke i’m sorry that i lied to you about never wearing anyone else’s jersey, but is that seriously why you ignored me?” you were a little skeptical of his reasoning.

“why did you ignore me for multiple weeks?” luke ignored your question.

“because you were the one leaving me on read and skipping out on our plans, but then you went around telling people you were miserable not talking to me as if i was the one who failed to reach out and that made me angry. i gave you so many opportunities luke…and you didn’t take up any of them. so i got mad and i knew i was about to leave town for two weeks and i didn’t really wanna communicate with you during my vacation.”

“why did you lie to me?” luke asked, now taking a seat next to you on your bed.

“i honestly don’t know. i’ve only ever worn aho’s number, just feels weird wearing someone else’s. and i was being honest, other than aho, there has never been a player i like enough to wear their jersey until now.” you sat up from your spot and walked over to one of the gift boxes sitting on your floor, during your gift exchange with your dad you received a devils jersey with the number forty-three and hughes on the back as well as some shirts and hoodies with the same thing. “these were all gifted to me for christmas. i asked for them. i wanted to wear your jersey, i have for a while now, but i was just unsure of what it would mean. can you tell me why you got so angry?” you asked the question that had been on your mind for weeks.

“y/n i like you and i want you to be my girlfriend, i never asked you though because you wouldn’t even wear my fucking jersey no matter how much i begged you to so why would you say yes to being my girlfriend.”

“god luke again with the fucking jersey, i don’t get the big deal it’s just a piece of fabric.” you yelled, getting frustrated. 

“it means something! ok y/n, it means something.” he starts. “there is a difference between wearing a jersey as a fan and wearing a jersey as a girlfriend, something personal and intimate, and you won’t even wear my jersey as a fucking fan.”

it felt like you were talking in circles and it was driving you crazy. 

“that is what i’m saying luke. i didn’t ever wear your jersey because i didn’t know what it would mean. i didn’t know if we were friends or something more, and wearing your jersey could’ve given us both the wrong ideas.”

“what idea would it have given you?” luke asked, taking a step towards you.

“that i’m something more to you than a friend, and i didn’t want to think that because it isn’t true” you admitted the truth, it wasn’t that you didn’t want him getting the wrong idea, but rather yourself. “-and i don’t like to get my hopes up.” 

luke didn’t respond, he just sat there in silence for what felt like an hour, but was probably closer to three minutes.

“luke if you want to leave, just go. i’m sorry i ruined our friendship, i wish you the best in the rest of your career and life-” 

your words were cut off by lips touching yours, luke’s lips.

after a few moments you broke the kiss, not liking how fast it was progressing.

“luke what was that-”

“i like you, y/n. as more than a friend, that is why i wanted you to wear my jersey so badly. i wanted to feel special, because you have this rule about never wearing anybody’s jersey, but you wore mine and you wore mine because i mean something to you whether that be a friend or something more, i just wanted to feel like i meant something to you.” luke practically yelled, interrupting you.

“i feel like we are both making the same points, but just phrasing them differently each time.” you spoke, trying to choose your next words carefully. “what do we do now? how do we move past this?” 

“well, you could agree to go on a date with me and wear my jersey to the next home game. that would be a start.” luke offered, grabbing both of your hands. “-you could also let me kiss you again, i’d really like that.”

“deal.”

+++

“sweetie are you almost ready? we’re gonna miss warmups.”

“coming dad.” 

you quickly made your way downstairs, checking your appearance in the multiple mirrors you passed by on the way towards the car.

“wearing your boyfriend's jersey i see?” your father quipped once you got into the driver’s seat, he demanded you drive because you had just gotten a new car.

“not my boyfriend.” was all you said in response.

“still? that boy needs to grow a pair.”

from: luke hughes

are we still on for after the game? 

to: luke hughes

yup! meet me in the car park when you’re done?

from: luke hughes

👍

+++

after the game you parted ways with your father, him taking an uber home and leaving you with your car to drive you and luke around tonight. which isn’t traditional, especially for a first date, but you loved betty, your new car, and you wanted to drive her.

“wow the new car is dope y/n.” 

you turned around and saw jack and luke walking towards you, the older hughes speaking.

“-and nice jersey, next time wear an eighty six for me, yeah?” 

“never gonna happen jack.” luke started, before turning his attention to you. “you ready to go?” 

“yes i am, you can put your bag in the trunk.” i opened up the trunk with my keys before getting in the driver's seat. “where are we going?” 

“i’ll give you directions as you drive.” luke said, plugging his phone into the aux.

+++

a few minutes later you pulled into a qdoba. 

“wow you know me so well hughes.”

“i just didn’t feel like paying extra for your queso and guac.” luke deadpanned.

“yeah right, i know i’m turning you into a qdoba enjoyer.” you teased as you entered the restaurant.

after getting our food luke gave me an address of where to drive for our late night picnic. it was a lookout place that luke had found when he first moved here, you had been here multiple times as well and knew of a good place to sit.

“follow me” you hopped over the barbed wire fence and waited until luke made it over to start walking again.

“are you sure this is allowed?” luke whispered.

“i know for a fact that it is not, but it’s fine no one is here right now it’s after dark.” you said back at full volume, earning a loud shhhh from luke in the process.

you walked a little bit more before you made it to your favorite ledge, you could see all of newark from here and a little bit of new york, but when you looked up there was a perfect view of the stars.

“how did you find this place?” luke asked, digging into his food.

“i was hiding from the cops one night and me and tyler ended up here.” luke’s eyes widened at your story. “i’ll tell you more about that later, but ever since i’ve been coming here.” 

we continued to eat and talk about random things until it was time to go.

“we should probably go, it’s nearly midnight.” 

+++

once you finished the drive back to luke’s apartment you got out of the car to say your goodbyes.

“well i had a lot of fun tonight, we should do it-” luke cut you off by kissing you. “you have to stop doing that.” you teased.

“sorry, it’s just that you look really good in my jersey, like really good. i was struggling not to jump over the glass when i saw you during warmups.” luke admitted, going in for another kiss. “look y/n, i was wondering if you maybe wanted to be my girlfriend?” a blush crept up luke’s neck as he spoke.

“i would love that.” you replied, a blush spread across your cheeks.

we said our goodbyes and you drove home, not expecting your father to be awake on the couch.

“oh you’re awake?” you asked, taking your shoes off.

“yeah just wanted to make sure you were safe.” your dad replied. “how is your boyfriend?”

“he is great.” you replied smiling, not correcting him for once because now he really was your boyfriend.

+++

note: BOOOO HAPPINESS no but this literally took me a month to finish because i had absolutely no energy and no inspo to write anything. idk if i like this yet…but ANYWAYS hope y’all enjoyed, leave feedback, have a great day, love y’all babes. 

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the only sounds now are ragged breathing

yoongi’s forehead on your shoulder

dick still buried deep in you

cum leaking out of you 🥴

it takes him a few more moments before he pulls away to look at you. “you okay?” he whispers, using the pad of his thumb to smooth out the scrunch between your brows

you nod and reach behind you on the table to grab a few tissues

he silently takes them from you as he pulls out and does his best to clean you up but to no avail

he leaves and then comes back wearing his boxers and he’s back with proper supplies to clean whatever has dripped onto the floor

all while you sit there

legs spread

fucked out

robe hanging off one shoulder which still exposes your breast that he was fondling not too long ago

after he’s cleaned it all, he tugs your robe back over your shoulder and helps you off the table

he starts cleaning the rest of the table in silence and so do you but he stops you, tells you to go wash up

you stare at him for a few seconds before listening

you go to quickly wash up and come back

by then the table has been cleaned

you start doing the dishes whilst he goes to get dressed

after you’ve finished the dishes, he peeks around the door of the kitchen. “is jun going to daycare tomorrow or is he still not well?”

you shrug your shoulders. “he’s doing a lot better, just needs to finish his antibiotics. i’ll bring him to daycare but they really can’t forget to make him take his medication.”

he slowly nods and walks further into the kitchen

“how are you feeling?” he asks, leaning against the counter opposite of you

you turn around and drape the damp towel over your shoulder. “hm,” you hum. “i feel good.”

he chuckles at your response and tilts his head to the side. “are you uh,” he pauses to look around. “gonna keep me updated?”

you frown and cross your arms. “what do you mean?”

“i mean whether you’re pregnant or not.”

oh.

you nod your head. “of course. and i can’t wait to see the look on jun’s face when he finds out he’s gonna have a sibling soon.”

yoongi nods and rubs his smooth chin with his fingers. “me too but uh…”

he’s been acting strange

???

whats up with him?

“jesus, just spit it out, yoongi.”

“have you told your mom?”

???

“told her what?”

he stares at you like you’re supposed to know but when you don’t budge, he decides to speak

“that you’re actively trying to get pregnant by your ex husband.”

oh.

right.

that.

“of course,” you say, rolling your eyes. “i just don’t tell her when i’m doing it for obvious reasons.”

he scrunches up his nose at the thought and then stares at the floor, deep in thought

you finish putting away the last of the dishes and you turn to him. “are you gonna stay for dinner? jun would be really happy.”

yeah and you too.

shut UP.

he seems to be thinking about it but with a few more cute blinks at him, he finally accepts

you then spend some time together on the couch, watching some things on tv

occasionally talking about jun

and work

and it’s nice :(

after about 2-3 hours pass, you rise to your feet, talking about how you should start cooking

“let me help you with dinner.” he rises to his feet

oh no

no

again:

too domestic

“oh, no, it’s fine. just–”

“don’t think i haven’t noticed you wobbling ever since i fucked you on that table. quit being stubborn and let me help.”

UGHHHH

why does he have to be like this

so

BLUNT

well to be fair

it’s one of the reasons why you were attracted to him

you hand him an apron and put one on yourself

he puts it on whilst you go to grab a cutting board for him

you make a space for him to start cutting vegetables

YOU DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU WANT TO COOK YOU’RE JUST DOING WHATEVER TO MAKE IT SEEM LIKE YOU’RE CALM AND COLLECTED

he goes to wash his hands and takes a knife from the knife holder before starting to cut the vegetables

you gave him the workspace opposite of you so he’s not close to you

cause his proximity will only distract you

you start boiling water

and the best idea you’ve got right now is just some good ole spaghetti

you wait until it boils and then you add the uncooked pasta

you notice it might not be enough for the three of you

cause jun is gonna wanna eat when he gets back

and jun sure can put it away

you’re not sure where he gets it from because his father isn’t a big eater

but anyway

you remember having an extra pack of spaghetti in the top cabinet

on the highest shelf

so you open the cabinet

reach for it on your tippy toes

your fingertips graze it but it moves back and now you can’t reach it anymore

just as you’re about to cuss

a presence behind you almost makes your heart shout out of your throat

he rests his hand on your waist as he reaches for the pack of spaghetti

chest pressed into your back

breath fanning over your ear and neck

😂😂😂😂😂😂

so funny

😐

“here,” he says, quietly as he hands you YOUR BIGGEST ENEMY

damn this stupid pack of pasta

“thanks,” you mumble as you take it from him

he’s gone just as quickly as he came, returning to cutting the carrots and onions

you let out a deep breath, one you hadn’t even realized you were holding

this is gonna be a long day

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“are you willing to stay here while i go to pick up jun from my mom?”

he quickly nods as he settles on the couch. “of course.”

you nod and hand him the tv remote. “i won’t be long.”

but

life isn’t on your side

speak of the devil

your phone buzzes

from: mom

‘Are you home?’

why is she asking that?

hmm…

you respond with a quick ‘yes’

just as you’re walking out of the living room in your robe that you’re completely naked under….the doorbell rings

you glance at the door and then back at yoongi who is equally confused

you wrap the robe tighter around you and open the door

just to see

your mom

in her nurse clothes

holding jun

and your heart drops straight to your ass

“mom? wha–”

“work called, there’s an emergency and i need to–”

she stops when her eyes land on yoongi

fuck.

“oh?” she says as she glances at your lack of clothes and then back at yoongi

he gets up to greet her and then takes jun from her

“it’s lovely to see you. what are you doing here?” she asks yoongi with the biggest smile on her face

fuckfuckfuck

she’s always liked yoongi

but now she's ruining everything

he then blinks a few times in confusion and glances at you

busted.

you don’t know how else to tell your mom that your exhusband is here WITHOUT your son being here too

fuck

just

lie

LIE!!

“we’ve started talking again and we’re just seeing where this takes us, okay?” you quickly say, ignoring the burn of yoongi’s eyes on the side of your face

you messed up.

she slowly nods and then rubs yoongi’s shoulder. “glad to have seen you again.”

she then turns to jun and kisses his cheeks which he giggles at before she waves at you and disappears down the hall

you slowly close the door and yoongi gently puts jun down, watching as he wobbles to the living room and reaches for his toy box

the silence is unbearable

even with jun making noise

it’s like the entire building has gone quiet

yoongi turns to you with a frown and a tilted head

fuck

here it comes

he parts his lips

and his words almost make your knees buckle

“you lied to me?”

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Danny rubs his temples, silently begging the building migraine to stop.

Unfortunately, that's not how migraines work.

His parents continue their screaming argument with Mister Lancer.

At this point they're so off from the original topic that he can't even remember what set them off to begin with.

(It was how to properly ensure the students safety.)

More unfortunately, they're in front of the entire school population in the gymnasium.

"You good?" Sam stage whispers from her place on the side of the makeshift stage.

"I'd rather deal with the Observants," he hisses back.

Sam winces.

Danny hiccups on a breath of cold air, as a presence solidifies behind him.

"Good, then maybe we can-" Danny grabs the hand that's placed on his shoulder and flips the Observant over, slamming them bodily between the adults.

The ensuing silence is deafening.

"Ancients, I swear if Johnny is nearby, he's getting souped for a month." Danny mutters walking closer to the ghost.

"Danny?" Maddie asks, a little bit shocked but something like pride in her eyes.

"Nuh-uh," Danny puts his hand up. "You're not touching this one."

Jack frowns, "But it's a-"

"I don't care-"

The Observant groans, trying to sit up. He stomps on their shoulder, pinning them to the stage.

"-and you shut up, I'll deal with you in a second."

The eyeball glares at him, "I will not be treated in such a manner."

Danny pulls out his thermos, "You want to be souped?"

The Observant holds their hands up, palms out.

"That's what I thought, now you two-"

"Did you just negotiate with a ghost?" Maddie asks, a little gobsmacked.

"Yes, now you two are going to pack your weapons up into the GAV and go home."

She frowns. "This is an educational-"

"Yeah no, it stopped being educational 30 minutes ago when you started a screaming match with Mr. Lancer."

"We did not-"

"I do have to agree," Principal Ishiyama says, watching the ghost warily as she steps on stage. "It would be best if you two were to leave, this assembly has officially lost its purpose. Or we can have you forcibly removed."

Maddie glares at her while Jack frowns, gaze bouncing back and forth between the ghost and Danny.

"It's just letting you hold it down?" Jack asks.

"They're a they, not an it, and yes because they know to wait their turn." Danny says. 

The Observant makes a noise that's a cross between a huff and a growl. Danny shifts more weight onto their shoulder, wiggling the thermos. 

They fall silent. 

"Go home, or at the very least, get off the stage," he says. 

Maddie narrows her eyes behind her goggles but pulls Jack back. Her hand drifts to her pocketed gun.

"Mr. Lancer, unfortunately I think I'll be missing the rest of the school day. This has a bit of a higher priority." Danny waves a hand at the ghost.

Lancer sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Ghost nonsense is not a higher priority than your education," Ishiyama states.

Danny frowns as something cold touches his shoulder. Stepping back he flips the now visible second Observant over his shoulder, slamming them into the first.

The both make a pained noise as the stage cracks.

"Sure, and more will keep showing up until this is dealt with," Danny says.

"How many more are there?" Lancer asks.

He shrugs.

He blinks, eyes shifting to the side as he feels another cold spot form.

Pivoting on his heel, he slams his leg into the next Observant, doubling them over.

"Seriously?!" Danny throws his hands up, "Can you guys chill for once in your afterlife?"

"This is of utmost urgency," the second Observant says, floating upright.

"I said I would deal with you guys in a minute."

"Technically speaking, you only told-"

Danny punches that one in the eyeball.

The three other Observants visibly wince.

"Mister Lancer, can I be excused now, please?"

"Wait, go where?" Jack asks.

"You're not going anywhere, Daniel James Fenton," Maddie draws her gun.

"Ooh you got full named," the punched Observant mocks.

"I will literally soup you where you float," Danny hisses.

"Step away from the ectoplasmic embo-"

"Or what, you gonna shoot me?" Danny snaps. He presses the heel of his hand against his temple. "Go ahead, shoot me in front of my entire school. Show everyone how you're such a caring mother."

She flinches, as if slapped.

Danny doesn't stop the next two Observants, who show up simultaneously, from grasping his shoulders.

He does, however, uncap the thermos to suck five of the Observants into it. The very first Observant remains, still laying where they were.

"Hey, George-"

"That's not my name," they cross their arms.

"And I'm not spending nine minutes to say your full name, so George, can you tell the rest of your collection to chill for five fucking minutes?" Danny rubs his temple again.

They squint up at him.

"You can have my full undivided attention in five.

"You have four minutes and 55 seconds left," they say before vanishing in a swirl of ectoplasm.

"That was some fine ghost wrangling," Jack says.

Danny pivots to face his teacher and principal. "I'm leaving with or without your permission."

Ishiyama frowns, "you will be doing no su-"

"Fine," Lancer cuts in, "But I expect you to inform us when you return. And a complete report on my desk first thing tomorrow morning."

"Report?" Danny blanches.

"Explaining whatever," he gestures to the cracked stand, "this all is."

Sam jumps onto the stage to press a bottle of pills into his hand.

"Excedrin, you better take it now before you go," she says.

Danny opens his mouth to say thanks when a portal opens under his feet.

"Oh you are getting fucking s-!"

#danny phantom #dp phic #phanfic #danny has ran out of fucks to give #bamf danny #lancer knows au #this is somewhat of a continuation of the amnesia danny fic #if you count writing the before events as continuation #did i write this whole thing cause i wanted danny to beat up some observants? yes #jack is trying to be a good parent #hes just a little confused #nona writes

[drefear]

Sister's Mister

Summary: You and your sister are not speaking, but Miguel shows how much you mean to him. Will you be able to sort everything out and have a happy ending?

TW: family issues, sex, v in p, oral sex, fingering, fighting

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

Rain splattered on the window of the coffee shop you sat at, staring into the shocked eyes of your best friend and sister as you sat across from her ex boyfriend. Your hand slipped from his grasp as he looked down in what you could only assume was shame, being caught with his ex-girlfriend's sister. 

“Are you two-“

“We were just talking after our class, we had a big test and it was super stressful.” You rambled, guilt making your tongue run on high speed before you could stop it. She just nodded, eyes wondering to his frame. You could only explain that his posture is uncomfortable, and she watched you both as he shifted away from the table. 

“Right.” She spoke and you kept your eyes on her, mouth dry from nerves. “Class… and coffee… like a date.”

“No!” “Yes.” You and Miguel both spoke, both answering with opposite answers. You turned to look at him as he kept his face stoic. 

“Yes?” You asked and he cleared his throat, nodding once to you and making you slowly turn back to your sister. Her face was caught between upset and angry. 

“So it’s a date. Miguel is taking you on a date. Are you just that desperate?” She hissed and you shrunk under her words. 

Something that was rare was you and your sister fighting, and that’s because it was easier to get along with her. 

While you loved your sister more than anyone else, she could be cruel and vicious when she was angry and now was beginning to prove to be one of those times. 

“You couldn’t wait to fuck him, could you?” She began to get louder and you turned to see people start to look at your group. “Nothing to say? Too much dick in your mouth?” 

“Hey, that’s enough.” Miguel stood up and cut her off. 

“Shut it, gigantor, I’ll get to you next!” She grunted as she pushed her hair from her face and you bowed your head. You knew once she was done, she’d brood for a few days and then apologize. 

“Slutting yourself to my ex? That’s lower than I thought you could even go!” 

“You cheated on me, how is she in the wrong?” He jabbed at your sister and her face paled a bit as her eyes flashed to him.

“You told her?” 

“You’re the one who did it, Gianna. Why should she not know?” He crossed his arms as she tried to come up with anything to say- but couldn’t. She spun around and stormed out as you wished for the world to swallow you into the center of the earth to be consumed by lava. Or under the covers of your bed, that’d be fine too. Just anywhere not in public with a bunch of eyes staring and judging. 

“Let’s go. I’ll take you to my apartment.” He announced and you grabbed his hand, letting him take you out of the living hell you’d been sucked into.

The drive back to his apartment was silent, your eyes staying trained on your hands. How had everything gone so wrong so quickly? 

Thirty minutes later and you’d followed him into his apartment and sat on his couch while he got you both something to eat. You brought out some leftover pasta and you shook your head, wordlessly reaching to him and tugging him to sit with you on the couch. Your hands reached out to him and he pulled you by the thighs onto his lap, letting you straddle his hips and hold your back. He petted your hair as you began to weep, your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck and letting out the anxieties you had from during that public humiliation from your sister’s tantrum. You couldn’t even blame her, she had a right to be upset. 

The smell of Miguel’s cologne made you feel safe as his large hands continued to play with the ends of your hair, then moving to look at your face once he heard your crying become quiet. Tucking the hair from your eyes, he cupped your cheek and scanned to see your expression. “You look beautiful, even when you cry, mi amor.” His words gave you the sanctuary you needed mentally and you laughed a bit, the sound a bit harsh as if you didn’t believe him. He took this opportunity and leaned forward, his nose touching yours as he pressed his plush lips to yours without urgency, like he was savoring your slowly and memorizing the shape of your lips. You reciprocate with the same lackadaisical speed, enjoying taking your time. His hands wandered from your back to your hips and you pushed your pelvis against him before he stopped the movement. 

“We don’t have to do anything.” He whispered and you nodded. 

“I know, I want to, if you do.” 

“I want to, fuck. I’ve wanted to for months since you wore that little white t-shirt to class.” He groaned and his hips jerked upward at the memory. You felt him getting half hard and decided to encourage him. 

“Yeah? What did you think about?” You found his eyes and were met with darkened pupils as he panted slightly. 

“I thought of licking down your cleavage and marking that pretty neck, before I tore those jean shorts off you and ate your pussy until you screamed, so the whole class could hear how I made you feel.”  His words sent an electric current straight to your belly, making you let out a breathy moan and pull him closer. Grinding your hips again, his hands moved with you to continue the movement. He cupped your breasts and looked up at you through his lashes. “May I?” 

You just nodded and felt him pull it over your head swiftly. He groaned as he saw the little plain white bra you had on and leaned up to lick your neck, sliding his tongue down between your tits. He pulled one breast from its confines and sucked your nipple into his mouth, moving his hand to rub you from outside of your sweat pants. You were overwhelmed by the flicking of his tongue against your hardened nipple and his thumb pushing the soft fabric against your clit. 

“Please… I need you…” you begged, sliding your hands into his hair and pulling to ground yourself. This made him grunt a bit and switch to the neglected nub, nipping at it as he pulled your pants off of you. Sliding your panties to the side, he plunged a finger into you and hissed, popping off of your nipple and leaning his head back onto the couch. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” his voice made you shiver as you gasped at the intrusion of his finger inside of you. Slowly pumping into you, he added a second finger and you jerked a bit, one hand grabbing his shoulder to steady yourself. His eyes looked up to yours and the look on his face seemed as though he was about to devour you whole. “I gotta taste you.” The look was telling, as he quickly picked you up and threw you to the side so you laid on the couch. He yanked you towards him by the ankle, trapping you under his body and pulling that same ankle around his shoulder. Bending down, he lifted your thighs and nuzzled his nose into you, breathing in your scent and feeling himself start to get hard. He wasted no time, delving into your folds. Miguel started licking and sucking you like he was drinking a fine wine, not even sparing a second and letting his tongue move inside of you while nudging your clit with his nose. Your body jolted from the constant fast pace he kept as he tongue-fucked your pussy, grinding up into his face as he left hand prints in your thighs from the bruising grip he had. The coil tightened as he flicked his tongue over your clit once more, causing your insides to stutter and clench around nothing. Lifting his face, his mouth and chin glistened with your juices, making you blush as you leaned up to meet him, kissing him hard and letting your tongue mingle with him as you wanted to taste yourself from his lips. 

When you both parted, his eyes opened and showed lust-blown pupils that made his eyes look black. He spared no moment in sliding his bottoms off and watching your face as he let his cock fall free. Your eyes widened a little and you realized your sister was right. He was big, but he was also very pretty. 

The tip of his cock laid on your abdomen and you gasped when it brushed against your already sensitive bundle of nerves, making MIguel chuckle as your response. His mouth found yours as you felt the tip push into you, the slowness of his hips making you practically twitch with need. Your thighs instinctively tried to close, but his waist was too wide to even come close. As he bottomed out, you let out a loud gasp as your mouth was agape, letting him explore with his tongue and making you moan. 

Sex with him became explosive fast as he hit the soft spots inside of you and made your body flinch, jerking into his touch as his lips traveled towards your nipple which only caused you to move even more. As he sucked on your breasts, you grinded into the thrusts he pushed, moving faster and faster. 

“So tight,” He whispered and closed his eyes as he pressed his forehead against your chest, “perfecto, preciosa.” His mumbling caused a warmth to blossom in your abdomen, to which he pressed a hand against it and thrusted deeper. You saw stars, his cock hitting so perfectly against your g-spot that you let out a sharp scream, dragging your nails across his back and causing him to groan. 

“Keep that up and I’ll cum.” He grunted and you nodded, “You want me to cum?” He asked and you gently bit his ear. 

“Cum with me.” You said and he shuddered, pushing into you upward and hitting that same spot as your nails made crescent shaped marks into his biceps. He began to move as a rapid speed that you could barely hold onto him anymore, wrapping your legs around his waist and clinging to him tight. All at once, your head fell back and you saw white behind your eyelids as you felt a wetness form between your bodies, Miguel making a hissing sound as you feel him pull out quickly and spray his spent across your body. The sound of your heavy panting fills the room as he stares at your face. 

“I’ve got you now and I’m not ruining this, I’m not letting you walk away from me.” He spoke slowly and tucked a stray hair behind your ear as you looked at him, his reddish-brown eyes scanning your face for a reaction. You just nodded, tucking your head into his hand and kissing one of his fingertips. 

Your sister avoided you like the plague, ignoring your calls and locking her door any time you were home. Obviously, she didn’t believe your story, and why should she? Right after she caught you having lunch with her ex-boyfriend, you went to his apartment and fucked him. Nothing about this looked good for you. 

Your heart always pounded uncomfortably when you were away from him, the anxiety of everyone’s opinions making you panic and gasp constantly. You only ever felt safe from everyone with him, when his hand was in yours and your head was on his chest. 

You sat with your knees to your chest on your bed when someone knocked on your door. You held your breath until you saw your mom’s head pop in with a small smile. 

“Hey, I came to tell you dinner will be ready in ten minutes, and that I’d really like it if you joined us. We’ve missed you.” Her voice was gentle and soft as you kept your eyes on your phone. “Honey, please. Whatever happened, we can talk about it.” 

“I don’t think it’ll be that easy, Mom.” You mumbled and felt tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes. “I messed things up and I don’t think she’s gonna forgive me.” 

“You two will figure it out.” She said, sitting on the edge of your bed. As you went to speak, your phone lit up with Miguel’s name with a heart and you snatched your phone to your chest as her eyes widened. 

“Is that what this is about? A boy?” She sighed and looked at the floor in disappointment, making your gut swell with even more anxiety. “Miguel, right?” You nodded and an uncomfortable quiet filled the room. “Were they still together when you and him started whatever you two are doing?” 

“No!” You jumped and shook your hands animatedly as she watched you were hesitant, careful eyes. “They broke up because Gianna cheated on him, and he realized he had feelings for me.” 

“Then you just need to give her time to process this all.” Your mother petted your head, “I’ll see if I can talk to her a bit, but there’s nothing else you can do except wait.” 

You felt her move and kiss your forehead, then getting up and leaving you in the silence once more. 

A few minutes later and you heard your name from the dining room, walking to see everyone sitting and settling down in their seats when they all looked up and stared at you, as if they had seen a ghost. Your mom smiled as your dad was shocked, but your sister’s face soured and she looked back down at her food. 

“Ah, what a nice night, right girls?” Your dad spoke, trying to start a conversation. You just hummed as he glanced between your mother and your sister before continuing. “It’s supposed to be sunny tomorrow, why don’t you two take a pool day?” 

“I’m busy tomorrow.” You mumbled, but were soon interrupted. 

“Fucking my ex boyfriend.”

“Gianna!” Your mother yelled in shock and she just rolled her eyes. “Watch your language!” 

“I’m not wrong, tell them.” She glared at you, but you just sat, silently gawking between your family. “Tell them how you stole Miguel!” 

“You cheated on him!” You yelled and she groaned, rolling her eyes. 

“Oh please, it was my ex, Charles, and it was one time! Not like it was his brother or something.”

“Gianna, cheating is cheating.” Your father spoke quietly and she scrunched her nose in frustration. “But, it doesn’t make dating your sister’s ex-boyfriend ok either.” He glanced to you and you just looked down in shame, making her smile once more. “Either way, this is all bullshit to me.” He clenched a fist, “you two have been fighting so much recently, and all because of this crap? Because of Miguel? Gianna, you obviously didn’t like him that much if you cheated on him, and-”

“He liked me before he met you.” You blurted out, then feeling bile rise in your throat as her eyes met yours, “I-I mean… He had a crush on me, but we never spoke, and he met you and liked you, but he figured out that you being my sister was just too hard to ignore his crush on me anymore.” 

“You little slut!” She screamed and slammed her hands on the table in anger, making both of your parents jump. 

“I’m sorry!” You shouted back and she reached to grab you, only being stopped by your father’s hands pulling her away from you. You shrunk backwards and fell to the ground out of your seat, shaking a bit. “H-He was the guy I was crushing on in my chem class!” Gianna froze and stopped struggling against your dad as she furrowed her brows in confusion. 

“Why didn’t you tell me that? I would have backed off.” She huffed and you just shook your head, fat tears rolling down your cheek as your emotions spilled out onto the dining room floor. 

“I didn’t want you to be unhappy!” You gasped for air in between sobs and she sighed, grabbing your hand and helping you off of the floor. “You were so excited and you liked him, and he seemed to like you, I didn’t want to cause any problems.” 

“You should have just told me it was him, stupid, I wouldn't have even looked at him twice.” She pet your hair as she pulled your into a hug, your shaky frame weeping onto her shoulder. 

“Gianna, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t help it, and then we got coffee that one time and you saw us and I’ve just been hating myself for having feelings for him.” Your rambling made her tense up and stay quiet. “I never wanted to hurt you, but I love him so much.” Those words made Gianna cough from surprise. 

“Love him?” 

“Yeah, I-” You stopped talking and backwarded away once more, but her hand wouldn’t let you free. 

“... Then you should tell him.” 

“What?” 

“Tell him that you love him, if you really love him.” She whispered and tucked a hair behind your ear, the bond the two of you shared swelling in the air of the room. 

You took her advice, knocking on Miguel’s door with intention. You wore your favorite dress, wanting to feel as beautiful as possible. You knew he was home since you’d texted him an hour ago and asked if he’d have time to talk today, to which he replied with a thumbs up and his schedule. He should have finished his tutoring session about ten minutes ago, enough time for his client to leave and him to get settled. The door opened to a girl with tight jeans and a seen through tank top, a pink bra showing through the white material. Her lips looked smudged and swollen as her skin looked flushed and you tried to reason with yourself that he wouldn’t, he didn’t… right? 

Your eyes scanned her for a second before she gave you a quick little dirty look. “Is Miguel-” You spoke up as she folded her arms and kept the mean look in her eyes trained on you. “I’m in here.” He called and you heard his footsteps as he walked to the door. He looked disheveled as he saw you and a look of shock crossed his sharp features. “Obviously, I came at a bad time though. I’ll talk to you another time.” You sputtered and turned on your heels, practically tumbling down the stairs as you felt someone grab your arm. 

“Wait, I didn’t think you were coming for another hour.” 

“Clearly.” You spit out and pushed him off of you, stepping backwards and shifting down the last few steps to his apartment floor. “You played me.” 

“I didn’t ‘play you,’ I didn’t do anything with her.” 

“Miguel, it looks like-” 

“That’s not what happened.” 

“So what happened?” You felt your veins pop with warm blood as your upset turned to aggression. “Cause I’d love to know how tutoring for calculus became a physical activity.” 

“That’s my roommate’s new girlfriend, MaryJane, and I was just about to get into the shower.” He clarified. You stood still, afraid that if you moved, he would laugh and say ‘psych,’ or look at your with disgust, or-

Really, anything that would make you look any more insecure and crazy. 

He sighed, “You really think I’d do that to you?” 

“I don’t know, I was just scared that you might-” 

“Change my mind?” He smiled and moved to cup your face, making you tilt your head up to meet his eyes and melt into his embrace. “I’ve loved you for too long to fuck this up now.” 

“Love me…?” You whispered and he nodded, lips moving an inch away from yours. 

“Yes, I love you.” He said again and you swung your arms around his neck, smashing your mouths together and kissing him excitedly. Once you pulled away, he chuckled. 

“I love you too.” 

“I know. Gianna texted me.” He said and you gawked, a blush forming on your cheeks. “She told you?” 

“Not directly, but she said that she’d kill me if I hurt you or messed this up, and that your feelings were in my hands now. I put two and two together, assuming you two spoke and fixed things.” He shrugged and you just tucked your head into his neck, nuzzling him closer. 

“Yeah… Everything’s perfect now.”

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[altschmerzes]

gently requesting the aro community to remember as they go to defend loveless aros and nonpartnering aros and whatever else that society Does Not in fact support aromantic love and relationships, platonic or otherwise, friendships or otherwise, and acting as if they do hurts other aros who are not in fact any more supported or encouraged.

#gav gab #aro blogging #no it's not in fact encouraged to love your friends the way a lot of aros do #in fact people get very weird and arophobic about it #aros who love are not in fact better off or privileged somehow and pretending like they are helps no one and causes harm #when did people start believing that things like prioritizing your friendships or family members over romantic relationships #or being in qprs or other committed platonic relationships or whatever #was something that was like. endorsed. supported. encouraged. #it is extremely fucking not lmao and if it IS tell me where so i can go and live there instead #because HERE it fucking sucks for me and it double sucks to see my own community essentially go 'whatever shut up you're fine' #'this is not about you' #it manifestly is about me actually. it's about all of us. #people being different than you or defending their right to exist in their relationships and love the way they love #is not in fact an attack on you!

[bisexualvampires]

Live Laugh Leather

happy 3rd wedding anniversary to these idiots :)

(846 words) Also on AO3

Dean knew the rhythm of Cas’ footsteps from the kitchen all the way to their bedroom. Knew it better than the pulse of his own heart; as familiar to him as the scent of the warm coffee that carried with his husband every morning like clockwork. He found himself smiling against his pillow, feeling the early sunshine through the lake house window heat the frosty February air.

So the routine goes; any minute now Cas would pause to bump the door open with his pajama-clad butt, scooting backward into their bedroom, two coffees in hand. Dean would fake the grouchy attitude as if the gentle interruption had pulled him from sleep. As if, minutes earlier, Cas hadn’t waited until his spidey senses told him Dean’s REM sleep was done and he was ready for his daily stubbled kiss at the back of his neck. For the arm that tightened around his waist, sinking suggestively lower until Dean cracked open an eyelid. Falling for the same old trick every day, before Cas would rise his heavenly ass out of bed to start on coffee. Leaving Dean tethered between the land of sleep and this world of dreams.

Same old, same old.

And wasn’t that a hell of a thing.

Dean scooched over to Cas’ side of the bed. The warmth had faded but it was the scent he chased; like rich earth pounded by the heavy rain of a thunderstorm, the charged promise of lightning still to come. Like honey and ether and so like home, Dean could drown himself in it. Smother himself in his husband’s pillow with a smile on his face and a bulge in his pants.

And so, it began.

The gentle clink of the spoon dropped into the sink. The ceramic scuffling on the kitchen countertop. The first bare footstep on the warm wooden floor.

Three years of this, Dean thought, and he knew he could go a thousand more.

A squeaking sound broke the routine, and Dean perked up his bedhead to listen to the audible eye roll and soft sigh that accompanied it. The footsteps and squeaking drew nearer, and Dean propped himself up on an arm to watch the regularly scheduled show.

The ass that greeted him was familiar, but Dean’s eyes bulged out of his head like Donald Duck at the first sight of Daisy. Cas backed into the room, letting the door swing softly shut behind him.

Dean’s husband paused, breakfast tray in hand and a look of genuine surprise on his face that quickly morphed into a feigned innocence.

“Sweetheart,” Dean managed to say with a tongue that now weighed an ACME ton. “Are you wearing leather pants?” He was dreaming, right? Had to be. If the next words out of Cas' mouth were "tell me about it, stud" in Olivia Newton-John's voice that would surely confirm it. A laugh threatened to burst all the way from his belly, born of shock more than anything, because this was Cas. His Cas. In tight leather pants. Like he was Jon Bon fucking Jovi and Dean was eighteen, alone in his motel room and realising some shit. 

But Cas ignored the question, setting the breakfast tray safely on the bedside table. When he turned to find Dean’s gaze still locked on his broad thighs, mouth hanging open like it didn’t know where to start, he placed his hands on his hips.

“The third wedding anniversary gift is leather, is it not?”

Dean glanced up from his stupor, feeling his heart swell like a damn balloon at his husband’s words.

Leather. Anniversary. Right.

How Cas heard "leather" and thought "pants"... actually, he didn't need to know how or why, because this was happening. Somehow this was real life.

Dean licked his lips. Didn’t mean to, but he did.

He’d tell Cas about the new leather couch he’d secretly set up in the Cas Cave later. Right now…

“The salesperson insisted this was the perfect gift,” Cas frowned down at himself. “Perhaps this was a mistake.”

“Whuaa-“ Dean started, tangling in the sheets as he struggled to sit upright. “No, no, they’re – hell of a – gotta tip the guy… god, Cas.” Only the need to defend these pants with his life gave Dean the strength to tear his gaze from them a second time.

He’d expected to find that frown he loved so much – the one that crinkled Cas’ brow, and tugged his soft lips into a flat line. Instead, his husband grinned at him, eyes blazing with that smugness that was the bane of Dean’s life.

Son of a bitch. He played him.

“Happy anniversary, Dean,” Cas said, stepping forward to crawl on his knees across the mattress, caging Dean in between his thighs.

Dean pulled him closer, sunlight glinting on the band of his wedding ring as he ran a hand through Cas’ hair. Three years of this. Already three. Only three.

And he could never have enough.

“Happy anniversary, Cas.” The words were a whisper against his husband’s lips.

The rest, he already knew. They both did.

#happy valentines clowns <3 #destiel #destiel anniversary #destiel wedding #dean winchester #castiel #supernatural #spn #my writing #destiel fic #gardenforcas #angelscas #user4x01 #castiellesbian #becauseofthebowties #chapeldean #spxcekya #offbeattraxx #mybelovedcas #it’s been A While i know so my taglist desperately needs updated. feel dre

[iliektehhaxs]

Thigh Riding with the FFXVI Boys

Rating: 18+ Pairings: Reader/Clive Rosfield, Reader/ Cidolfus Telamon, Reader/ Barnabas Tharmr, Reader/Joshua Rosfield Author's note: I had some vile thoughts about Clive's thighs, which evolved into this. I truly have no shame.

Clive Rosfield

You’re both lying in your shared bed chambers, what started as a chaste kiss soon turned into more, the heated exchange leaving you aching for more. His lips assault your own, large hands bringing you closer and closer into his lap as you grind against him.

“Founder, you’ll kill me,” he groans with a smile, rolls his eyes as you straddle his leg. 

“Come on Clive,” you whine. Dragging yourself higher and higher on his thick thighs. “Lemme ride you? Please? I promise it’ll feel good, just let me—”

A clench of his thigh and you shut up, whatever you were going to say interrupted with a cry of his name.

Clive shakes his head, holds you down and moves your body faster. “This is your punishment, for being a tease the whole day—”

You’re aware of your actions, how you had bent over in his favorite sundress, pressed your ass against him as he walked past and let him wanting in the middle of the hideaway. Even so you beg for forgiveness, cradling his head between your hands.

“I’m sorry,” you plead, kissing at his jaw. “I just wanted to mess with you a little, please—”

“You certainly did,” he grunts, watching your body shake with fascination. “And now you reap the rewards. You come like this or not at all, understand?”

You want to argue, but his steel gaze makes your words die on your tongue. Another whine, your hips move on their own, faster and faster still. Pawing at his bare chest, the hard plane serving as an anchor as he manhandles you.

He swallows every noise you make, every high-pitched sob and wail you make only spurring him further. “What’s wrong? Can’t take what you dish out?”

There’s a cruel laugh that leaves him, but you’re too far gone to care, aching for more until his fingers find your clit.  You fall to ruin with his name on your lips, your release dripping against his thighs. 

You share a moment of calm, breaths entangling with each other, the silence broken when his cock presses at your entrance.

Strained, he sighs into your mouth. “You’ll be the death of me,” before flipping you onto your back.

Cidolfus Telamon

When Gav mentioned Cid needed you in his solar you had an idea of his intentions, but you never expected to find him shirtless in his chair, legs spread.

“I was just thinking about you,” he said as you entered. Fully turned and beckoning you toward him, his voice invites you closer.

“Here, come take a seat on your commander's lap.”

He’s a tease to the highest degree, you knew this already, but he still manages to surprise you. You look to his legs, and back to him, biting your lip in hesitation. 

“Come now,” he drawls, patting his leg. “I know you’re interested.”

Damn him and his smug grin because he’s right, and it only grows wider when you walk forward. One step, and then another, his eyes follow you closely as you straddle his leg, finding just the right spot that makes your breath catch in your throat.

Observant as he is, he feels your reaction, leans in close to say: “Right there?”

He moves your hips just slightly and you answer with a sigh. “Yes, right there.”

He makes a noise in agreement, and then rocks you back and forth, drawing out the cutest moans from your lips.

“Told you it’d feel nice,” he sighs. His voice echoes in your ears, makes your body hotter as he drags his thigh against your pussy. 

“Suppose that’s all you need then,” he teases. His hands grip your ass tighter when you grind into him. You’re lost in the feeling of the soft leather against your clit, your head hanging down as you pick up the pace.

Don’t, don’t say that—” you gasp, whimpering when he lands a slap to your rear.

“That’s not what it looks like to me.” Another slap echoes through the air. “Seems to me you’re enjoying yourself plenty. Willing to bet I don’t even need to fuck you, just let you sit pretty on my lap just like this—”

His leg rises higher and higher, laughing as you tremble above him. “I’m right aren’t I?”

Grunts bounce off the walls, a rhythm forming between the two of you. “Don’t even need my cock, do you?”

“I do,” you moan, uncaring of how loud you are. “I need it, please—”

“What was that?” He huffs, bites at your neck and licks at the marks he leaves behind. “I can’t hear you dear, speak up.”

“I need your cock, please Cid!” you cry, holding onto his shoulders. Your legs burn with exhaustion, back arching into his touch. He bounces his thigh once, twice, growling in your ear as he does.

“Come for me love, and I’ll let you have it.”

There’s a moment when your body goes numb, before you become awash with emotion. He comforts you through your orgasm, mumbling praise as you press yourself into his hold, shaking.

A moment of quiet, you feel the press of his bulge against the side of your leg as he speaks.

“That was only the beginning, we still have the rest of the night.”

Barnabas Tharmr

Sleipnir informed you that Barnabas would be missing all day, with him being unable to return until nightfall. Diplomatic duties, he called it, and even though you knew it was a requirement of being king of your own nation, you couldn't help but feel just the slightest bit lonely. That loneliness soon turned to longing, and when he left you alone in your shared bed to continue his work, that longing turned to lust.

You knew he was busy, but you didn’t really care. You wanted to see your husband, manners be damned.

Your entrance is announced with the gentle creaking of the door. Instantly his head lifts to admonish, only for his gaze to soften at the sight of you.

“My love, what are you doing here?” He asks, neck deep in a stack of papers. He usually looks exhausted, but it’s as if the sight of you alone gives him a boost of energy. 

Wordlessly he opens his arms and you stride toward him, falling into his embrace. He holds you tight, breathes in your scent and sighs blissfully.

“I’ve missed you, my king,” you mumble in his hair, your voice carrying an all-too familiar whine to it.

“Is that so?” He chuckles, watches you nod with a pout on your lips. “I apologize for neglecting you, my dear. As you can see, I have been otherwise occupied.”

He waves towards the messy stack of documents half-heartedly before looking back to you.

“I know, I know,” you agreed. You move to sit onto his lap and he lets you, the feeling of his warm hands against your waist making your body relax. “Couldn’t you take a break? For me?”

For once you take advantage of your charms, give him the best doe-eyes you can and stroke his jaw. There’s a moment of weakness, the temptation to give in visible in his eyes, but he soon shakes his head.  “Unfortunately I cannot.”

The disappointment is visible on your face. A kiss to your temple does little to help.

A beat, he takes your chin between his fingers and gives you a sinful smile. “I have an idea, if you’re interested.”

You nod, following the movement of his body. He relaxes further in his chair, pulling you forward.

“I can’t stop my work, however…”

He shifts, places you fully onto his leg and purrs into your ear.

“...you are free to take what you need.”

He looks at you expectantly, your facing getting hot at the implication. Your eyes flick between him and your position, easing yourself onto the thick muscle with a languid pace. Slow, calculated, you glide onto him until your lust catches up with you, burying your face in his chest as you rock back and forth.

“That’s it…” he coos, leaving a kiss to your cheek before working on his papers once more. “Behave, and when I’m done I will make sure you’re taken care of.”

Back and forth, you move erratically, and even though his eyes are on his paperwork his attention is on you, the slight bounce to his leg bringing you to new heights. You whine into his tunic, a familiar heat blossoming in your core.

He takes notice immediately, holds you down and presses you further as he clenches his leg, comforting you as you shake and shudder on top of him, struggling for breath.

“Such a pretty sight, my beautiful queen falling apart.” he mutters, his eyes ripped from whatever he was doing before to watch you. You’re certain you’ve left a mess of his pants, but he doesn’t seem to care in the slightest. 

“I barely have to touch you, desperate thing that you are.” he hums. His words bring you to completion, thighs shaking with the force of your orgasm. His strong hand rubs your back when you collapse on top of him, kissing at your face and tasting the sweat from your brow.

“So well behaved,” he quipped, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Now, are you satisfied or would you rather I lend my efforts?”

Joshua Rosfield

When Joshua suggested trying something new in the bedroom you were on board immediately. You fully trusted him heart and body, but you will admit, you had your doubts in the beginning.

“So, I just sit?” You ask. He nods excitedly, beckons you close and pats his leg. You follow, letting yourself settle into his embrace.

“You trust me, right?”

“I do, it’s just…a little simple, don’t you think?”

He kisses away your doubt, your body relaxing under his touch. “Have I ever left you unsatisfied?”

The answer comes to you easily. “No, but—“

He interrupts you with another kiss. “Then trust that I will not start now.”

And so he kept his promise, within minutes you were helplessly moaning into his mouth, descending into madness with each push and pull, his hands glued to your waist.

Somewhere between begging him for more and crying out his name you apologized for ever doubting him.

The desire you feel suffocated you, grips you tight and doesn’t let go. A particularly hard bounce has your eyes closed in pleasure before Joshua brings your attention back to him.

“Don’t close your eyes dear, look at me,” he whispers. Your head feels heavy on your shoulders, but you look up anyway and stare through half-lidded eyes.

“There you are, that’s it,” he gasps. “I knew you could do it.”

He surges forward, capturing your lips as you squirm on his lap. He swallows every noise you make greedily, a desire to consume your very being. His fingers sneakily find your clit and circle the sensitive nub, forcing you to pull away and cry out in bliss.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” he coos. “I’ve got you, just let go for me.”

You do as he asks, letting your juices run down his leg. Your hips stutter against him, body soon falling limp and succumbing to pleasure. Your mind still feels heavy with lust, mouthing half-finished sentences until you can manage to catch your breath.

“Where the hells did you learn that?” you mumble.

He chuckles at your weakened state, running his hands across your body. “I may have heard Cid mention the idea.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

Your laughter falls in sync with his as he speaks. “Even so, I thought it was interesting. I enjoy looking at you. It’s not everyday I get to witness someone so pretty.”

Your face runs hot at his words. “You see me every day though.”

He places a chaste kiss on your lips. “And yet it’s never enough.”

He maneuvers you onto the bed, crawls between you and plays with the waist of your underwear.

“Now, be a dear and let me see more.”

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Smutty/filthy. Please be warned. Age gap. This just had to happen as I have a soft spot for broody men. Sorry

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Aesop eyed his fiancé wearily. He had no idea how he had got someone so beautiful and young as you to look at him with any affection, let alone agree to marry him. His little seductive half-Veela, whom all the men and women fawned over. Yet here you were, in all your glory, his.

The Hog’s Head was not a very fitting place for you to be in, but alas, it was the only place that could afford privacy. The dull and gnarled wood of the back room looked grim compared to your glowing body. You belong in the guild halls of France or Italy, not the savage Highlands of Scotland. Yet his was the type of place you would be if you remained with him.

‘So? Should I accept?’’ You bet your lips as you leant in closer over. Your warm palm rest on his open hand.

‘’I never saw you settling into the life of a schoolteacher.’’ He sighed.

It was true; you were a brilliant witch but locking you away at Hogwarts wasn’t a very fitting fate to give you.

‘’Aesop….’ You frowned, gripping his hand tighter.

‘’My love… I am almost old enough to be your father; I’m old and crippled. You are a philosopher and a scholar; you should be tied down to something so humdrum as Master of Ancient Studies.’’ Or me…

‘’Aesop, you certainly are not old enough to be my father; he is nearly sixty! You are 42, hardly an old man and most definitely not a cripple. You have a limp, for Merlin’s sake. Not that would matter. I love you exactly the way you are, as a sweet and kind grump. Besides, Professor of Ancient Studies is perfectly respectable and fun, and luckily close to my future husband.’’ You cooed, cupping his cheek with yours, fingers running down the edge of his scar.

Your heart surged as his eyes fluttered closed.

‘’Hmmmmm’’

For all your fiancé’s gruff exterior that might scare his students, you saw his softness. Despite all his insecurities, he made sure that he offered you your favorite bloom or book or some trinkets that he knew you would like on every date. Or how he would give you his jacket if he even so much as thought you felt the cold or how he never missed a date.

‘’You could not take a position here before you married me.’’ He muttered as he kissed the palm of your hand with a sigh.

‘’Luckily, I have already agreed to have you as my husband.’’ You purred as you shifted closer to him, sliding your hand down to rub his clothes thigh. You giggled as you felt his body stiffen beneath you.

‘But I have to admit I have an ulterior motive in wanting to accept the position.’’ You purred as you settled onto your knees.

‘’And what is that?’’ the words strained out his tightening throat.

‘’I get to suck your cock every night.’’ With two flicks of your wand, the door tightly shut as your other hand freed his cock from the tight restraints of his trousers.

Never will you grow accustomed to how thick he was or how he was slightly crooked, so when he was seated snuggly inside you, he slotted perfectly against that sweet spot in you.

’You know’’ you started as you suckled his balls, lavishing attention on one before moving on to the other and speaking again. ‘How much I like it.’’ You moaned as you sucked at his balls again, slowly stroking his shaft from base to tip. A strangled groan escaped his taunt form.

‘Is that the only thing.’’ He huffed, panting as you took his other ball in your mouth.

‘’One of the many things.' Your purred, kissing the base of his cock and working your way up to suckle his tip. ‘’Like getting to warm your cock with my pussy as your plan your lessons or have you fucking me on your desk. Hmmm you letting me ride you in the Forbidden Forest. Waking up with your head between my legs before you pump me full of your hot, thick cum.’’ You smirked as you felt him surge under your touch. “Once we are married and I am safely in your bed, you can do whatever you want to me. Think about it, love….’ You gave a playful lick under the base of his cock ‘’how much better will it be to start your morning cumming on my face and chest….or in me.’’ Your purred, bobbing your head down before he could manage a reply.

You took him in fully, or as much as you could.  Relishing the musky taste as you struggled against his thickness. Glancing up, his head was thrown back; lips parted as he let out a string of groans, each more lurid than the last. Rolling his balls between your palms, you set a rhythm.

Rarely did Aesop let you do this, he thought it was demeaning, he much preferred worshipping you, but secretly you knew he loved it. The string of half-formed words, the clenching muscles that shifted under your touch as you licked and sucked at his sensitive cock. As much as he hated to admit he would never be rid of you, you had made him an addict and one he would never get rid of.

Hollowing your cheeks, you sank your mouth further onto his cock.  His eyes fluttered open, looking at you in hazy lust-filled eyes, his fingers tangled into your hair as your tongue rolled over his tip, earning a low moan as he screwed his eyes shut tight. Slowly, you started bobbing your head up and down, taking as much of his as possible.

“Feels so…” he closed his eyes as your fingers rolled over his heavy balls, leaving him breathless as you sped up, gagging slightly as he bucked up into your mouth.

Worried eyes peer down at you, tugging at your hair slightly, trying to pull away, hips shifting as you dip your mouth back down, taking him deeper into your throat.

‘‘Love...’ he moaned out, throwing his head back. His fingers gripped your hair tightly, pulling you closer.

Smirking, you worked your way up and down his cock savoring the salty precum that filled your mouth. His hips stuttered in the chair, and he struggled not to buck into your mouth. Glancing up, you saw his brow puckering as he panted lowly, fingers scraping, tightening the hold of your hair and the arm of the chair.

Doubling your efforts, bobbing your head faster, fondling his balls with just enough pressure to push him forward. ‘‘Please, Aesop,’ you pleaded, twirling your tongue against the bundle of nerves on the underside of his cock. ‘’Let me do this every day.’’ You kissed the tip. ‘‘I want you so badly ….’ You purred as you let your lips tighten around him, taking his as far as he could.

Aesop’s hips juddered and trembled as he let out a strangled cry as he came in a long spurt of saltiness; the head was thrown back, gasping, half lulled eye watching weakly as you sucked him gently swallowing as much as you could, earning another grunt from he watched his cum leak from around your lips, glistening in the candlelight as it collected at the base of his cock while you massaged his balls, milking him for every drop you could.

His breath was ragged as he rode out his orgasm, body shuddering as you carried him through to his was spent.

‘We will go see the headmaster first thing tomorrow.’ He puffed. ‘’and arrange for your things to be brought over as soon as we married.’’ Aesop mumbled. ‘’But first, get on the table and spread those plush little thighs for me.’’ He growled.

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16. "valentine's cards aren't outdated, right? it's something everywould would like to receive, right?"

Gavin Brindley

You sat in Gavin’s bed watching him adjust his shirt for the millionth time that night

“Valentines cards aren’t outdated, right? It’s something everyone would like to receive, right?” He asks while trying to locate a pen.

You sigh “I don’t know Gav, write something cheesy”

He frowns “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing I’m just- I’m just tired of hearing about your date. Okay?”

He stands up looking a little annoyed “Listen I didn’t ask you to come help me”

“No, but you’re my best friend so I did!”

He scoffs “some best friend! Be happy for me!”

“No!” You yelled “I don’t want to be-“

“Well just leave then!” He shouted back “I don’t want you here if you’re going to just ruin my night, on valentines of all night!”

Your heart thudded in your chest “Well fine… if that’s what you want, have fun”

“Oh I will” he said in such a condescending tone it made your heart twist “have fun alone”

Your nose crinkled “oh fuck you gav!”

Once your left the room and slammed the door you leaned against the wall and sighed, clamping your eyes shut “When will we ever work out?”

While he stood in his room looking at the cheesy greeting card “Fucking idiot, give it to her, just once make it work!”

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