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It's Who We Have | Part Seven

Summary: A cruel twist of fate has brought them together, and it might be enough to push them apart | Word Count: 5.6k~ | Warnings: mentions of terrorism, that episode of trigger point 🫣

A/N: guys we finally made it. The scene that made me start this series 😘 enjoy!

General Taglist | Billy Washington Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Despite knowing Billy had endured a rough night on the sofa, the morning revealed the aftermath in his dishevelled hair, longer stubble, and tired countenance, as if he battled a tempest in his sleep.

Surprisingly, slipping into his bed felt oddly natural, shedding only her jeans and bra before nestling beneath the sheets, enveloped by the familiar scent that wrapped around her like a tender embrace. Despite the temptation to invite him to share the bed, she resisted, though her heart tugged against her rational mind.

The tension between them simmered beneath the surface, palpable in the silences punctuated by sporadic conversation and the noisy sips of tea. The oppressive heat of the day seemed to sap the air from her lungs, despite every window cracked open in Billy's flat. And yet, each time she stole a glance at him—clad in nothing more than worn joggers and a shirt clinging to his chest with sweat—her mouth inexplicably grew drier, amplifying the unspoken desires lingering between them since childhood, heightened by the previous night's fleeting kiss.

After freshening up a reasonable amount, she gathered the things she’d bought with her, ensuring it was alright if her car was left in its spot while Billy offered to drive her to Farringdon Tube Station. It felt like they were making up for the awkward flirting and silences from when they were teenagers, and she cursed herself for how easy it was for him to make her cheeks warm without seemingly doing much at all.

She sighed as they left the street-level door, the heavy weight of humidity dragging her down to the earth with every stifled step. Billy’s car wasn’t fancy, as she’d found out the night he’d driven her home from the pub with Abi and Libby strewn across the back seat and the way the weight of them made his car scrape against every speed bump on the way home. They smiled at one another awkwardly over the roof of the battered Vauxhall as Billy unlocked his door and both slid inside, groaning once again at the air inside the car somehow even worse.

“Why don’t you put the air-con on?” she asked, sliding into the passenger seat, plopping her bag between her feet.

Billy scoffed with a boyish smile, the key needing two turns before the engine fired into life, “fucking air con. They just blow hot air at you.”

God, it was nice to see him smile.

Nothing was said about the night before. She figured he might need a moment to collect his thoughts, as Billy often did.

He was a thinker. Quiet. Always had been. And though age has wisened him somewhat to this behaviour, some things never changed.

She didn’t mind. All she had was time. And if needed she’d wait for him to broach the subject whenever he was ready for it.

It only took twenty minutes for him to pull up to a slow stop beside the tube station. It was busier than usual, but being a Saturday, it was rife with people and groups of all types, and not only that, but she furrowed her brows at the group of people gathered in the middle of the road, with signs held high, and angry expressions.

“Bloody hell, what’s all this about?”

Billy sighed, his thumb rubbing his his forehead in annoyance, “fucking protest.”

She hummed and gathered her bag from the footwell, apparently seeing Billy was in no mood to delve into the confusion mix that was his emotions.

But her hand barely brushed the door handle.

“Wait..” he practically breathed without effort, fiddling with the gear stick as if he needed something to do with his hands “Can we…at least try and talk about last night?”

She couldn’t really read his expression. And she felt her heart beating so hard in her chest she was sure he could sense it. A sort of dread pooling there at the thought he hadn’t meant any of it, and that he was too drunk at the time to speak clearly.

She still felt his hand on her stomach, fingers barely stealing beneath the waistband of her jeans.

Billy wet his lips, his sandy blonde hair falling into his face. Her heart raced with uncertainty, hoping that her not moving an inch and her hand falling from the car door was enough of a reply.

“I just…I need to know if last night meant anything to you.”

Her breath caught, emotions swirling in her gut like a hurricane. A barrage of feelings made her feel nauseous, remembering how she had slept, with his scent permeating her senses, unable to sleep with the tingling to her lips and the inescapable idea that there was no going back.

If she had known that Billy had done somewhat the same. Laid on the sofa, arm thrown over his eyes, confused and pent up in equal measure, unable to relax at the idea that the woman he’d kissed, and bared all for, was asleep in his bed.

“Of course it did,” she replied softly, her eyes fluttering with vulnerability, “but…did it mean anything to you?”

He swallowed hard, his gaze falling to the floor before meeting hers again, as if her question directed back at him had taken him off guard, “Yeah,” he confessed. “It meant everything.”

A wave of relief soared through her so much she felt weightless, coupled with a sense of longing she was now unable to suppress.

“Then what now?” she asked, her voice laced with uncertainty and yet hope.

He sighed through his nose, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, in a gesture that made her heart squeeze, “I don’t know,” he admitted, his thumb lingering to graze her cheek, “But…can we figure it out together?”

With a hard swallow of her own, she nodded sincerely, and feeling a surge of courage, she leaned in closer, her heart pounding as she leaned in to close the distance between them. With a gentle touch, she pressed her lips to his, a silent affirmation of their unspoken connection. But the only affirmation Billy needed.

Billy’s breath caught in his throat, his hand still lingering on her cheek as he returned the kiss, his lips meeting and moulding to hers with a tender urgency. In that moment, all doubts and uncertainties melted away, leaving only the warmth and promise of what lay ahead, whether it was a difficult path to pave or not.

The angry beep of the horn from a car behind them made them break apart with a stifled and awkward giggle, cheeks all warm, but a silent understanding lingering. He let out a low chuckle, “I’ve always wanted to do this with you.”

She smiled warmly back at him, her heart fluttering with newfound excitement mingled with a touch of nervousness. "Me too," she confessed softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she reached for the door handle. “Still promise?”

For a moment, he looked lost, until he remembered what he would do to break himself from the hatred and judgement of the people he was currently involved with. And he nodded, “promise.”

Her fingers pulled the clunky door handle.

“Hang on, Lana’s ringing. She’s been calling me all bloody morning.”

She looked back and waited, watching as Billy put Lana on speakerphone, already seemingly annoyed with the conversation before it had even started.

“What’s up?” he asked.

Lana sounded ragged on the other end, as if she were walking quickly, “where are you? Sound like you’re in the car?”

“Yeah was driving to meet my mates, why?”

“What mates? Anyone I know?”

She furrowed her brows. When was Lana ever protective of Billy? It wasn’t like her at all. Usually she’d want as little as possible to do with whatever Billy busied himself doing. Although she couldn’t deny, perhaps his big sister was just as afraid for what he’d got involved in as she had been.

“Just mates, Lana. Why what’s going off?”

“Listen, Billy, I just needed to call you. You’ve not been answering my calls. You’ve not been about-wh-where are you driving to?”

Billy nearly stalled the car, lurching it forward slightly and bumping one of the protestors, and all at once they were surrounding them, with angered faces and patting at the car windows.

“Billy. Billy.”

He sighed, flashing two fingers to a protester on his side, “Farringdon Tube Station.”

“Listen, Billy, it’s important, what are you doing at Farringdon Station?”

His fingers gripped the steering wheel, flashing a confusion expression to her across the centre console at how worried Lana sounded, and how his sister was doing a piss poor job of hiding it in her voice, “I was meant to meet the lads but they’re not here. Outside the tube he said, but I can’t see them. Just a load of lefty wankers.”

“Billy, why did you drive, was that your idea?”

“Nah, my mates asked me to give some of the lads a lift down. Must be some kind of joke.”

She did have a glance around, surmising that these ‘friends’ should have been here by now.

Why was dread pooling in her stomach?

Something felt wrong. Like it was pulling her to the spot she was sat.

“Yeah they’ve set me up, haven’t they? Havin’ a laugh, aren’t they? Knobheads.”

There was that little pang of sadness again. The familiar sound of Billy being let down.

“Billy, these new mates of yours, they’re not who you think they are.”

He rubbed his nose, scrunching it as if his sister could see, “Lana, what you on about?”

“Nick. Nick Roberts, he’s a…he’s a terrorist. One of the Crusaders that killed Nut.”

That dread began to mutate into fear then.

Her fingers started to shake.

“You’re winding me up, aren’t you.”

“Do I sound like I’m fucking winding you up?! Have any of them been near your car? Look around, is there anything different about it?”

“Got a mate fixing up my car.” he’d said just the day before.

She felt as if she might vomit.

“Eh?”

“For fucks sake, Billy! Listen to me! I need you to check the car for me, okay? Have a look under the steering wheel or under the footwell, anything you can see that might be unusual.”

Fear invaded Billy’s voice then, and it made her feel no better about her own, “right…yeah…”

She watched her friend. Her friend? No. The man she loved clawed about his car with shaking hands, dropping various bits onto the floor. A sponge fell from the dashboard, revealing the old, used lipstick tube that Becky must have owned. Packs of ibuprofen. Scrunched up receipts.

Every bit of Billy's daily life crumbling apart in search of danger that lingered inside.

And all she could do was watch on in horror, unmoving.

Her trembling feet shifted across as if she were cowering, when Billy lifted the foot mat and he himself, froze with parted lips.

“Lana there’s some masking tape underneath the foot mat.”

Lana's reaction over the phone mirrored hers, and she heard a hard breath crackle on the other line.

“Alright, okay, can you…really carefully lift up the masking tape?”

An acrid fear bubbled at the back of her throat.

“There’s…there’s a wire, Lana.”

A pause.

Come on Lana.

“Can you see where it’s leading to?”

The way Billy held the wire between his fingers so lightly made her want to shut her eyes right and never open them again. It lead to an opening between the glovebox and the door, such a tiny hole that nobody would have noticed unless they looked closely.

“The…the glove box…”

Their eyes met briefly. His stuttering voice made her want to weep and even more so the look of wide-eyed horror in his gaze.

Come on, Billy.

She swallowed dryly, as his fingers tugged the glovebox open with a haunting click.

Silence enveloped her, suffocating in its intensity.

Her gaze fixated on the ominous device nestled amidst the tape and wires, its menacing presence choking Billy's car in a miasma of dread. Each heartbeat echoed louder than his fading voice, each second stretching into an eternity as she grappled with fear's paralysing grip.

Her fingers, entwined around the car handle, hovered in limbo, caught between fleeing into uncertainty or surrendering to the looming threat. A call from Lana had shattered the fragile peace, leaving her teetering on the precipice of terror.

With a quivering exhale, she released her grasp, her hands trembling with a raw, primal energy. The world outside, once vibrant with life, now seemed tinged with an ominous shadow. Farringdon Tube station teemed with unsuspecting souls, oblivious to the danger lurking beneath the surface.

Dread clawed at her insides, a nauseating churn of realisation settling in her gut like vomit. These people, innocent and carefree, were now unwitting pawns in a deadly game. Families frolicked, children laughed, teenagers revelled in their youth—all oblivious to the impending peril.

A chill swept over her, a cold sweat tracing the length of her spine, pushing her seat back as far as it would go to distance herself from the danger staring back at her. Billy's panicked voice crept back into her ears, a stark reminder of the impending catastrophe that loomed ever closer.

“Fucking. Hell. Shit, shit, shit, it’s hooked up to summat…looks like a bomb” “I’ve got to get out the car, if it explodes I’m done for man, I’m gonna die-”

“No! Billy! Do not get out the car! Do not get out the car. You just need to stay calm and listen to me, alright?”

She reached out with urgency as Billy made the move, calmly pulling him back with a softened gaze, “Billy, hey, look at me. It’s alright, I’m here…”

Lana's urgent tone cut through the tension like a knife, her concern palpable even through the crackling phone connection. "Billy, who's in the car with you?" she asked suddenly, her voice sharp with urgency.

Billy was still trying to catch his breath, so she replied, “it’s me…Billy was giving me a lift to the station, I-I didn’t know-”

“Shit…”, her heart raced as Lana's voice crackled through the phone once more. "Listen to me, both of you," Lana said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "I need you to stay calm and listen carefully. Keep the line open and put it on speakerphone so I can hear everything."

"Okay... okay..." she whispered to herself, her voice a mere murmur of reassurance amidst the chaos. With a gentle touch, she rubbed Billy's shoulder, offering him what comfort she could, prioritising his well-being over her own rising fear.

He swallowed his breath, attempting to keep it in his chest as he looked over at her with glassy, blue eyes, realising he had not only put himself in danger, but both of them. She saw the guilt and dread fall in his gaze.

"Right, we're gonna go to Cranstead Fields, Billy, you know it, yeah?" Lana's voice echoed through the car, her words a lifeline in the darkness of their situation.

“Yeah…I know it,” his voice was resigned, his fingers finding the steering wheel with anxiety.

“I’ll meet you there, it’s gonna be okay.”

But despite Lana's constant encouragement, she could sense the distrust emanating from Billy with each passing moment. Doubt clouded his features, scepticism shadowing his every move. He didn't believe her.

He didn't believe her.

What almost scared her more was Billy’s erratic driving, taking corners too quick and being generally careless. His crumbling belief he’d make it out of this alive swallowed by dread.

“You’ve got to tell Mum and Dad I’m sorry, yeah?”

“Billy, tell them yourself, you’re gonna be fine!”

She pressed her legs together as if trying to curl herself into a ball of safety, hands braced on the seat, trying to calm the heavy beating of her heart.

Her eyes screwed shut at the exchange between Billy and Lana, whispering so quietly to herself for him to calm down and drive carefully.

Her eyes flew open and Billy leaned over though as something within the glovebox beeped. A light illuminated several numbers on the screen, showing all 0s, before settling and counting down with a harrowing beep from 08:00.

“Shit…”

“What’s happened?”

“There’s a timer, Lana…it’s a fucking timer.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Sanity slipped with every second. And she's ashamed to admit she jumped when Billy punched the steering wheel.

“Shit! Shit! Fuck!”

“Listen, Billy, I'm gonna help you, but you need to focus, okay? You just need to concentrate on getting to the park. When you get there, drive straight onto the field, you'll be fine. I promise.”

She exhaled shakily, wanting desperately to believe Lana on the other end, but gripping the passenger seat so hard her fingernails were digging into the material, and Billy's reddened and panicked face made it all the more difficult.

And as if it couldn't get worse.

“Fucking hell, my battery's gonna die,” Billy uttered in a tremor, watching as his phone went black screen just as Lana was about to say something.

Billy breathed through his nose loudly, chest moving with laboured breaths, he whispered, “come on, please, say something, talk to me, please.”

He begged like a mantra.

And though she couldn't trust her voice to sound at all comforting, she tried anyway, “we’ll be fine…Lana knows what she's doing, okay…she'll know what to do…”

Billy must have heard the sheer terror in her voice, and as he glanced aside, the way the tears were just starting to glitter her cheeks, he reached over and squeezed the skin above her knee in an attempt to make her feel safe and grounded.

Her hand simply joined his, interweaving their fingers momentarily. Gripping to him like he was the last thing on earth she could feel.

She shifted in her seat as Billy took the corner into Cranstead Fields, tyres screeching as he drove out onto the green, parting a friendly football game as he beeped for them to move out the way. She spotted one single police car as he passed it and felt her heart clench.

Even when they came to a stop, she caught sight of them running angrily towards her in the side mirror and immediately used both hands and all her strength to pull the door towards herself.

“Get away from that car!”

The lads surrounded them, sweaty hands pawing at the windows with annoyed grunts. Billy quickly pushed his lock down, and she closed her eyes as one particular lad stopped at her window and attempted to pry the door open. It felt as if she were breathing so loudly that blood was coating her tongue.

Only when they ran off did a man in uniform stop at Billy's window, a man she didn't recognise but he must have.

“Billy, Billy look at me, it's Hass. Stay still, okay? We're gonna work around you.”

Fuck. He spoke as if he had no clue what to do.

Lana's car grew in the distance, and she breathed partly in relief as Hass moved away towards her.

“Hass, I'm fucking losing it-” Billy started.

She shifted aside and reached out to hold his arms, “Billy…Billy, look at me,” she had to hold his face for him to finally hear her, “just you and me…it's alright…”

He shook his head, “I-I'm so fucking sorry, I-”

“Stop. Just breathe, okay…it's just you and me…”

She was almost shocked by her own words. Inside, she felt as if she were already dying and gasping for air. Only finding oxygen when Billy's eyes softened only slightly and he nodded, leaning his tacky cheek into her hand.

She blinked when Lana's dishevelled head popped around Billy's window.

Lana forced a smile, “I'm here. It's me. It's gonna be fine. Just stay really still, I'm gonna have a look around the car. Don’t touch anything, I’m just gonna check the car okay?”

Lana side-stepped wearily around it, and something changed in her gaze when she did, as if slipping right into work-mode before their very eyes. Her hand was still resting on Billy’s shaking forearm, while he leaned over her side with a mortifying sense of curiosity and foreboding, checking the numbers tick down on the display.

Lana didn’t say a word as she zoned in on the passenger window.

“How bad is it?” Billy asked, as if in desperate need of some good news.

If there was one thing about Lana she knew, it was that she was fucking horrendous at lying, “it’s fine.”

“I can tell when you’re lying, man, how bad is it?!”

If it were any other situation, she would have laughed at them both. And the brief glimpse into what would have been their normal sibling banter did make the battering of her heart slow somewhat.

She could tell by the rising intensity of Billy's voice and the way he couldn’t relax that he was slowly losing it without the comforting words of his sister. And it did nothing for her nerves either when she watched Lana disappear to the police car in the distance and she noticed with a shrill freeze of her heart, a sniper aimed towards the car, in case either of them made a move to escape.

For Billy’s sake, she didn’t say a thing. And she felt more and more powerless the more Billy’s eyes watered, face reddenned in primal fear, “Lana, fucking get me out the car!”

His sister’s expression was stern, constantly fighting a battle between having to be professional and calm for work and yet comforting and loving as a sister to her little brother who gripped the steering wheel tight, and stared at her, wanting nothing more than to open the dreaded door into false freedom.

“Listen to me! Look at me! The timer means nothing. They’ve put it there as a trick so you open the door! Can you hear me! Don’t touch it! Stay still! Listen to me, I’m your sister.”

Billy had long checked out of reason. He just began to plead ceaselessly. Lana’s constant reassurance that she was his sister didn’t seem to mean a whole lot to him at this moment.

“Just trust me”, Lana begged wearily.

She shook her head. He doesn’t.

Even with those words, she saw the way Billy pleased ‘please, please’ as a means of self-soothing, unable to help himself from glancing over at the dreaded glovebox. She felt his control fading quickly.

Beeeeeeeeeep.

Both of them froze, watching the timer disappear off the screen.

“Lana?” Billy called pitifully.

Vomit rolled in her gut when after a few moments, the timer beeped once more back to life, tauntingly counting down from 30.

“Lana, do something!”

She’s too far away, she can’t hear us. She thought.

Billy’s palm smashed against the steering wheel in both grief and desperation, “Lana!”

“Billy, look at me,” she pleaded quietly at first.

Time slowed into a slow drag as Billy’s body turned his body, fiddling with shaky fingers to the lock at the corner of the window. Both dread and panic rolled in her, glancing at the sniper primed to discharge, and felt the hasty need to save Billy from himself, as she had done before.

“Suspect is unlocking door. I repeat, sus-”

“Billy!”

Had it been different, she would have apologised for the way her nails dug into his flesh as she wrenched him away. And at first, it scared her how much he flailed and fought to escape her, until she took his cheeks in her palms and forced him to look at her.

“For fucks sake, Billy, look at me!”

His blue eyes were wide and glassy, red rimmed with tears, rosy lips parted to suck oxygen into his lungs, hands wrapped around her forearms so, so tightly. The beep of the timer only seemed to taunt them, with the reminder of how little time they had left.

And she thought with some ache in her chest, that if these were indeed her last few seconds, she would be fine with that, looking into Billy Washington’s desperate eyes as they flitted over her face. She hadn’t realised that the tears had quickly made their way down her own, emotions and panic pushing the control from her.

Time was slipping away, their fate hanging by a thread, and she could feel it unravelling beneath her fingertips.

She shook her head, eyes fluttering, “u-um…think of a nice memory, come on-”

He tightened his grip, blinking a few times, “O-okay…y-your first day of school.”

Despite everything, a smile threatened to break across her face.

“Okay…okay…” she nodded, “do you remember how you were there for me then?”

He nods, “yeah, I do-”

“Now let me be here for you…okay?”

All Billy could do was nod to her, and she took the brief opportunity his eyes were closed to steal a glance at the sniper, now relaxed, seeing through his viewfinder that there was no longer immediate danger. The man she remembered was named Hass was trying his best to hold Lana back, waiting for the inevitable.

For either the timer to go off, and the car would be filled with flame and heat. Or nothing.

She sniffled, “you remember? I was covered in mud…I still remember you blushing going into the girl’s toilets.”

He sobbed loudly, shaking, head bowed against her chest, his whole body covered in perspiration with stress.

“Mum fucking bollocked me for that you know,” she adds with a watery laugh.

He rested his head against her chest, seeking comfort in the steady rhythm of her heartbeat beneath his cheek. His hands encircled her waist, holding onto her as if she were his lifeline, and she reciprocated, clutching him tightly, her fingers tangling in his damp, tousled hair.

“It’s always been us, right? It always will be,” he whispered, his voice quivering with emotion.

“Always,” she affirmed softly, her own voice trembling with unshed tears.

“You're everything,” he confessed, his words choked with emotion, the impending threat of their demise hanging heavily in the air.

Their embrace tightened, the outside world fading into oblivion as they held onto each other, finding solace in the precious moments they had left together.

The timer continued its relentless countdown, each passing second felt like an eternity. She held her breath, waiting for the inevitable explosion. The tension in the car was palpable, suffocating them both as they braced themselves for the worst.

But as the timer reached zero, there was only silence. No deafening blast, no fiery explosion. Just the sound of their ragged breaths filling the air, mingling with the faint hum of the engine.

Confusion washed over them, disbelief etched into their expressions as they exchanged bewildered glances. Had they miscalculated? Was this some twisted twist of fate?

The bomb hadn't gone off.

They were still alive.

She turned to Billy, her heart pounding in her chest, and found him gazing at her with a mixture of disbelief and relief mirrored in his eyes.

Without a word, he leaned in, his lips pressing urgently against hers in a desperate kiss. It was a frantic, desperate attempt to grasp onto life, to affirm their existence in the face of imminent death. Every touch, every caress, was a silent plea for more time, a fervent prayer that they had not cheated death in vain.

The lingering danger remained, tucked into the glovebox as they broke free from the kiss, trying to paw back control between themselves.

For a brief moment, Billy thought, what if she hadn’t been here?

He jumped when EXPO began to surround the car, but didn't break free from her. They stayed like that for long, long moments, not wanting to part from this delicate balance.

She couldn't really even pay attention to what they were saying. It was all meaningless jargon to both of them. All they knew was that they took were clinging to the hope that two people would not die today, it wouldn't be them.

Lana murmured to Hass, “extract Billy first through the rear window, he's the most unstable-”

“No! Get her out first!” Billy protested.

“Billy, calm down, we'll get you both out, okay?” Lana replied calmly, her tone trying to diffuse the situation. Her hand gripped Billy's tighter as he argued.

“Fuck no-”

“Billy,” she whispered, tracing his knuckles with her thumb, “it's okay, I'll be right behind you, okay?”

She thought, she wasn't doing a very good job getting the shake out of her voice. But she implored him all the same to just do what she asked of him. He would be safe…

The EXPO team managed to pry the rear window without shattering the glass, and as it thunked to the floor, cooling air pooled in, making the sweat sticking to her clothes feel chilly.

“Alright, Billy, very slowly, put your seat back as far as it will go-that’s it-so it's nice and flat-” Hass instructed calmly, and she watched him with bated breath, “now slowly, if you can, climb over towards us…”

Billy licked his lips, pulling every strength he thought he had deep inside. His legs felt heavy. Body wracked with stress. And every step he took, he felt as if he was on the precipice of passing out.

Hass and a uniformed officer were the ones who pulled him free. And as soon as she saw Billy disappear out the rear window to safety, she felt that sinking feeling of loneliness once again settle in her chest.

She could even hear Billy's protest, fighting against the police officers trying to push him towards the ambulance, “I'm not going anywhere until she's out- get her out!”

She swallowed thickly and blinked quickly, trying to steady the quivering of her hands in mid air. Her eyes kept being pulled to the tightly wrapped package in the glovebox in front of her. Voices fading into nothingness.

Hass knocked on her window, and she jumped in her spot.

“Okay now, I need you to really slowly, like Billy just did, tilt your seat back.”

She nodded but it was merely out of sheer instinct. The words were scrambled.

Her legs felt like jelly as she slowly pushed the seat back, her airways feeling constricted from the force of her tears. Turning her body she gripped the headrest and rested her knees on the seat, trying her hardest to breathe deeply.

“Come on, it's alright, you're totally safe,” Hass soothed from the view out the rear window. Billy was not far behind, beside Lana, watching with a face of worry and bloomed by the harsh sun.

One leg stretched forwards, with arms on each headrest, seeing freedom, her movements were too quick, and her foot slipped between the seat and the gearstick. She tugged a few times, frustration and panic only exacerbating her grief at the last hour.

“Come on, you're doing so well, baby,” Billy's soft, airy voice was closer. She saw his face with blurry vision out the rear window, his figure bathed in warmth and light.

His hand outstretched. But she couldn't reach it. She was frozen in limbo between the swallowing darkness of the bomb behind her, and the open and safe closeness of her dear friend, and the man she loved.

Years of adorning that mask of self reliance, of building the walls high around her heart seemed to melt off of her. And when she saw Billy's face looking at her through the rear windscreen, she thought that she simply wanted to be the little girl in the green coat, even if it was just for one last time.

She nearly sobbed when Billy crawled back into the car, blatantly ignoring the protests behind him, she felt his hands around her waist and ribs, to pull her gently free.

Her arms hugged him frantically, the fresh grass and the familiar Billy scent enveloped around her. His form swamped her, his breath kissing at her neck where his head was buried in her shoulder as he lowered them to the ground.

Over his shoulder, through the clarity after her tears, she glanced at the spot where so many times Billy had done just this.

Comforted her. Kissed her. Loved her.

“You're everything to me,” he whispered lovingly. Her eyes fluttered shut at his words, a soft whimper muffled by his shoulder as she buried herself in him.

“Billy…”

Not even the urgent commands from first responders could tear them apart, their grip on each other only growing tighter as they were ushered away from the car.

And when the controlled explosion echoed through Cranstead Fields, sending shockwaves through the air and coating the grass in a blanket of blackened debris, they remained steadfast in their bond, their love burning brighter than the flames that engulfed Billy's car.

Even as the flashing lights illuminated the darkness, and the blaring sirens pierced the silence, they held onto each other, their hearts beating as one against the chaos that threatened to tear them apart.

Billy's eyes scanned the chaos, desperately seeking her familiar face amidst the flurry of activity. But she was already being ushered away, swallowed by the darkness of another ambulance, her figure growing smaller with each passing second.

With Lana's comically small stature pushing Billy gently, he saw through the sea of heads and mischief, her eyes, bright and glimmering with tears as he had always known her.

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garfunklefield · 4 months

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original fem!reader/suguru, mention of original fem!reader/gojo. masturbation, fantasy, mention of toxic relationship, so wrong but feels so right type of thing

…Nana closed the door and was left to her thoughts. Satoru was passed out on the couch, face-first into the cushion. It was good too. She didn’t want him to see this.

Nana stepped into her room, sliding her dress off with one tug. Then came her underwear. Lace panties Satoru picked out. She never cared for them but… they did look nice.

She ran a hand down her stomach, until she felt herself. Not wet… not like earlier. Just the thought of the other man sent a small wave through her body.

But no… she should think of her boyfriend.

The girl grabbed her dildo from her sex toy bag. Satoru never felt threatened by her sex toys, surprisingly. Even letting her get a size larger than him.

Nana laid back on her bed, spreading her legs. She placed it at her entrance, teasing her folds. The pre-lubricated penis tickled at her clit, rubbing against it in a way Satoru never did.

Suguru probably took his time with it-

She shook her head and forced the dildo in. A small moan escaped her lips and she began to thrust it, mimicking the way her boyfriend fucked her.

In and out. Just like a Fleshlight. Rubbing against her insides like she couldn’t feel it. If it wasn’t lubricated enough she could’ve gotten rug burn.

Greedy was what it was. Satoru was always greedy. When it came to their relationship and when it came to sex.

He’d never take his time. He’d never dip into her to just see her slow reaction. And he’d never let the momentum build until it was at that pace. No. He started out hard.

Starting intense would be fine if he chose to even engage in foreplay.

As she thrust, the pain overpowered the pleasure. It didn’t feel … good. It never felt good that way.

But…

No one was around…

With a small sigh, Nana slowly pulled her pink dildo out of her core. She ran her fingers up over the surface, slicking it in more lube.

Then, she gently pressed it against her clit in the way she thought… Suguru Geto would fuck her.

He’d be gentle. He would take his time and ensure she’d find it pleasurable. She could imagine how his large hands would wrap delicately around her throat, applying pressure from either side.

An ache, that same ache, built once again. Slowly, she pressed the penis deeper into her folds. Until it pushed past her and found its way inside of her.

Nana smiled at the sensation, rolling her hips at her new pace. Slow. It was slow and methodical. Just like Suguru.

He would talk her through each build of pleasure and ensure she spoke back.

“F…fuck…” she whispered, staring up at the ceiling.

If only he was there. He would see the perfect faces she was making for him and only him.

Nana knew it was wrong to fantasize about her boyfriend's best friend, but she couldn’t help it. After being trapped with Satoru for so long, this was refreshing. The thought of someone caring for her turned her on more so than she’d like to admit.

She gripped the base of the dildo, angling it to hit just the right spot. It was like scratching at an itch. Forbidden… but it felt so good. Her hand forced it in deeper and faster; then deeper and faster.

Fast enough her hand was beginning to go numb. But the girl couldn’t stop. No. She had to cum.

“Su….mm- ngh…Su…” Nana felt her pleasure build. It was more intense than she was able to handle as it kept going. And all she could do was think of a man who wasn’t hers.

Now she could feel it, him hovering over her. With his dick, balls deep inside of her core. She could feel him begin to pound inside her, after getting to a point where it would be pleasurable to either party. She could feel his breath and the sloppy kisses he would trail down her neck, as he’d say how he loved her.

To be loved…

That’s what put her over the edge.

“Suguru…hhah- fuck… I’m c-cum…I’m-” a loud noise escaped her lips before she could cover them.

She could feel his face pressed deep into the crook of her neck as she came all over his large dick. She could feel it throb as he came in her too, filling her with his seed.

Nana could feel him, holding her. She could… practically see him, see his long black hair draped over his shoulder as he shuddered through his orgasm.

She leaned her head back onto her pillow, coming to her senses all at once.

Never before had a man or dildo ever made Nana cum like that. And never before had she fantasized about someone that wasn’t hers.

Never before had she fantasized about Suguru Geto.

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absurdthirst · 1 year

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One Night Leads to Forever {Max Phillips x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 13.6k

Warnings: Drinking, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, angst, parenthood, miscommunication, longing, vampirism

Comments: Your world comes crashing down when the last person you want to see becomes your boss. Max Phillips. Like Evan, you have history with Max from college. He was your best friend, until you slept together and then he ghosted you to sleep with Evan’s girlfriend. Now he shows up and you don’t want him around you - or your son.

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“Tom’s having all of us gather in the break room.” You look up from your keyboard to find Tim eyes eager and bouncing with the unhinged energy that was afforded to everything but doing his job. While you weren’t a corporate suck up like Evan, you did believe in actually trying to make your sales goals. It kept your bills paid, after all.

“Okay.” You continue typing and Tim rolls his eyes.

“I think he's going to name Evan sales manager.” That doesn’t get much of a reaction out of you and Tim sighs. “I think they brought donuts?”

That gets your attention, free food around this place is rare and to be honest, you need a break. “Alright.” You lock your computer and push back from your desk to walk into the smaller break room, crowded with the others as all of you wait for Tom to make his announcement.

“So I’m sorry to say, but without major improvements, we’re going to have to start laying people off.” Your eyes widen at Tom’s announcement, not realizing things were that dire. He stands straight. “It’s time for a change.” He rolls his eyes. “Corporate thinks we need an official sales manager.” You can see Evan preening and twitching in where he stands as he expects to be named and get the tepid applause from your co-workers. “And I couldn’t agree more. So I’m proud to announce the new manager of sales…” there’s a slight pause to build the suspense. “Max Phillips.”

Your heart drops into the floor when you hear that name again, watching as the man you had called your best friend in college - until that night, walks into the room as if he owns the place. “Shit….” You hiss.

Max cockily strides towards his new staff, excited to assert himself and get everyone fired up to make this branch the best one yet. His grin is wide and he looks around the room until his eyes meet your horrified ones. He whispers your name, his dead heart pounding in his chest and he grins, “It’s nice to see you, sweetheart.” You internally curse at how friendly he is despite how you parted.

10 years ago…

“Oh, as if!” You scoff, listening to Max as he takes another chug of the bottle of cheap vodka you were sharing. He was bragging about how he makes a woman cum every time and you don’t believe him. He just thinks he makes them cum. He’s a junior in college, just like you are. He probably doesn’t even know what the clit is.

“I’m serious.” Max is just tipsy enough that his cockiness shines through even more, shoving the nerves down that seem to jump to the surface every time he’s around you.

“We fake, you know.” You grin at him before you pluck the bottle from his hand and try to ignore the way that your heart thumps in your chest when he pouts at you. “Oh fuck, Max…” you moan breathily. “Maaaax.” You giggle and shrug before you take your next sip. “Pair that with clenching at the right time and he thinks he’s hit a home run.”

The way you moan his name has his traitorous cock hardening. Fuck, you are his dream girl. Smart, beautiful, funny. You’re everything but he’s your friend and he doesn’t want to fuck this up. He can’t ruin your friendship when it’s everything to him. When he first arrived at college, he was geeky, awkward, and got bullied. You came to his rescue and you’ve been his friend ever since, even now when he’s grown out of the awkward phase into a fairly handsome young man, if he says so himself. “Bull fucking shit. I’d know. Trust me, women get wet when they cum. You can’t take that.”

You snort and shake your head, grinning at him. “When you’re cumming too, how do you know it’s just not you?” You ask, arching a brow at him playfully. You enjoy teasing him even though he will never look at you like any of the other girls he had started dating. After he got out of his awkward phase, he had turned into a self proclaimed ladies man and you had become his wingman.

“I always cum after.” He scoffs, “trust me baby. I make a woman's thighs shake and when she screams my name, I know that it’s real. I’ll prove it to you.” He doesn’t quite realize what he said until after he’s said it and he doesn’t want to take it back, interested to see what you say. He can always laugh it off.

“Prove it, huh?” You smirk, sure you are about to see Max shitting himself when you agree. You’ve always liked making him fluster and so you set the bottle of vodka down and lean back on your elbows against your comforter on the bed in your dorm where you were hanging out together tonight. “Okay.” You agree. “Prove it, hot shot.”

Max doesn’t back down from a dare. He chuckles, certain that you will push him away and tell him you’re joking, but he takes the risk, shifting to lean closer to you. His brown eyes flick up to yours as he leans closer until his eyes close as he presses his lips against yours. His heart pounds in his chest and he shifts closer so he can cup your cheek.

You’re doing this. You can’t be mad though. You’ve often thought about what he would be like to kiss Max, sleep with him too - if you were honest with yourself. Your crush on him hadn’t gone away, so this was something you were pouring yourself into. One hand comes up again, wrapping around the back of his neck as you drag him closer. Tasting like vodka and the Camel Turkish Gold cigarette he had before coming inside, you moan quietly when his tongue slides inside your mouth.

He groans when you respond, his hand caressing your cheek until he shifts to hover over you, pressing his body against yours and his hardening cock is pressed against your thigh. His tongue slides against yours, determined to make this good for you.

Max has shifted, hovering over you and for a moment, you wonder if he’s going to back off. Kissing while you slide your hands down and push them under his t-shirt to glide over his back and shoulder blades. Eager to touch his warm skin.

“Fuck.” He breathes out, kissing your jaw and down your neck. He’s determined to have you enjoy yourself, even if he had to sacrifice his own pleasure, and that terrifies him. He groans when your nails scratch along his back. “Can I?” He asks, reaching for the hem of your shirt.

“Yes.” You lean up, lifting your arms so he can pull your shirt over your head, leaving you in the bra that you were thankful was more cute than plain. “You too.” You demand, reaching for his own shirt to drag it off of him.

He lets you drag his shirt off and his hands immediately return to slide under your back, fumbling with your bra. When he flings it across the room, he groans at the sight of your tits. “Fuck. I’ve imagined these far too many times.” He confesses, reaching out to cup your breast, lifting it so he can wrap his lips around your nipple.

“Oh!” You cry out, your hands grabbing his head but you don’t push him away. “Oh fuck.” He’s eager, sucking at your breast like he’s hungry and you are going to produce milk. His teeth nip your skin and you jump, making him chuckle while he squeezes it and runs his tongue over it to cover it in his spit.

He sucks on your nipple again, releasing it with a smack of his lips then he switches to the other one. He groans when you whimper his name and his free hand squeezes the breast he just abandoned.

You don’t let Max have all the fun. You’ve wanted to see if Max has been lying about what he’s packing. All men tend to exaggerate their dick size and you know that he’s no different. Reaching down, you’re thankful he doesn’t wear a belt and you slide your hand into his jeans to cup his cock through his underwear, your eyes widening in surprise.

He smirks against your cheek, pleased when he hears your gasp until you wrap your fingers around him and he groans. “Shit baby.” He hisses, kissing up to your neck, biting down on the flesh to make his mark. “Want you naked.” He murmurs, reaching for the button on your jeans while your fingers squeeze him.

That’s obvious when he pulls your hand away from his cock and you pout at him slightly as he rocks back onto his knees to grin at you before you lift your hips to let him strip your jeans down. Neither one of you is wearing shoes, so at least you don’t have to worry about them as he peels them down your legs.

He tosses them aside, exhaling deeply when he sees you wearing just your panties. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He murmurs, his hands sliding along your thighs and he reaches up to hook his fingers in your panties. “I wanna eat you out. Can I?” He asks, his fingers stopping as his dark eyes meet yours.

You know your face displays your shock, you had not expected that. “Max Phillips eats pussy?” You ask teasingly. “I had taken you for a receiving and not a giving kind of guy.” He huffs and shoots you a dirty look but you just shrug your shoulders at him. “I don’t know, you talk about how you make them scream but you never say how…” You don’t mention that you barely pay attention because you don’t want to be jealous of whatever girl he’s fucking.

“This isn’t about them. This is about you. Only you. Tell me if you aren’t into it. If not, I want to finger you. I just - I want to watch you cum before I make you cum on my cock.” He doesn’t want you to think about his past escapades, he just wants you to think about you, about him. He’s wanted this for so long and he wants it to be perfect.

You snort and shake your head. “I’m not crazy.” You grin at him. “If there’s a boy who wants to eat me out, I’m not going to say no.” Plenty of guys claimed they didn’t do that or it wasn’t manly or whatever. You lean back and spread your legs slightly. “Do what you want, but I expect an orgasm.” You tease, shooting him a wink.

Max grins, pulling your panties down and tossing them over his shoulder before he spreads your legs. Settling between them, he finally gets a look at your pussy and fuck, it’s gorgeous. He groans, leaning closer to just breathe you in and he loves the thatch of curls above. So many girls are clean shaven and he won’t tell them what to do with their pubic hair but he fucking loves yours. He leans closer, lifting your legs over his shoulders as he finally slides his tongue through your folds. Looking up at you after the first lick to see your reaction.

Mouth opening on a soft moan, your eyes close and your head flops back against your pillow. In love with the way a tongue feels against your clit. He’s licking you slightly awkwardly, but it’s enough that he wants to do this. Your fingers tangle into his hair and you push down slightly, pushing him lower so he’s not licking the hood and getting more of the action on your clit.

Of all the things you could say about Max, you can’t deny that he’s a quick learner. He groans and reaches up to pull the hood of your clit back, flicking his tongue over it and when you gasp, he smirks against your flesh, repeating the action before sucking the bundle of nerves between his lips.

“Shit!” You shudder when he starts to suck on your clit and your stomach heaves. Your legs move further apart, allowing him more access to you and you have to admit that he’s not fucking bad at this at all. “Oh fuck, Max.” You whimper again, rolling your hips down on instinct.

He wants to grin but he doesn’t want to stop. He’s desperate to hear you moan his name again. His hand slides along your thigh, pressing a finger into your cunt and he grunts at how tight you are around the digit. He curls it, trying to find that spongy spot inside of you, and he flicks his tongue over your clit.

It takes longer for him to do it than you would have done by yourself. But it’s Max and you don’t mind the extra time with his fingers buried inside you and his mouth pressed against your pussy. Your eyes open and you lift your head so you can watch him, wanting to see him between your thighs like you’ve imagined a hundred times before.

He isn’t in a rush. The vodka makes him patient as his cock presses into the mattress. His tongue is precise, flicking over the spot that makes your back arch and he adds another finger, now up to three to stretch you out to take his cock.

Your brow furrows and you moan quietly. It’s gorgeous and it stills your breath away. Every flick of his tongue and press of his fingers but still you feel like you are missing that big O. Every time your stomach clenches and tenses, you think that it’s it. Until it fizzles out and then starts to build again. “Fuck.” You pant, frustrated at yourself and sure that it’s going to kill the mood.

“What do you need, baby girl?” He asks, pulling back from your clit. He can feel your walls fluttering around his fingers but you haven’t cum yet. “What do you need, baby?” He coos, kissing your mound.

You bite your lip and feel your cheeks heat up. There’s only been one way that you’ve basically guaranteed to cum when you are like this. Sometimes it’s just hard to cum without extra stimulation. “I- um…this happens sometimes.” You admit. “A finger, uh, in my- in my ass helps.”

“Jesus Christ.” Max hisses, loving your response and he keeps his three fingers inside of you and he brings his hand up to your mouth, sucking a finger to slick it up then he circles your puckered hole. His eyes meet yours as he pushes the digit into your ass, groaning at how fucking tight you are there and the squeal you release spurs him on so he sucks your clit back into his mouth.

It’s exactly what you need and now you feel the tension building up even faster than before. “Oh god, oh god, Max!” You feel the pressure explode in your core, making you cry out. Now instead of fizzling out, it completely takes over your senses and makes you forget everything but the way that his mouth feels against your clit and his fingers feel inside you.

He desperately needs you to cum. Working his fingers inside of your cunt and your ass while he sucks even harder on your clit. He doesn’t even pull back to tell you to cum, too focused on the task at hand and wanting to hear you fall apart and when you do, he swears he nearly cums. Working you through it, he closes his eyes and just absorbs how you sound and feel.

You are pleasantly surprised that he doesn’t immediately pull away and get ready to fuck you. Instead he keeps his fingers deep and his mouth on you. He moans into you and when you finally come down, you are breathless and limp with pleasure.

He just watches you for several moments, glad that you are breathless and finally he withdraws his fingers from your body, shifting to kneel between your legs and he rubs your thighs. “So Fucking beautiful.” He is throbbing. He needs - fuck, he can’t stop it. He just reaches down to pull his cock out of his pants.

“Max.” You bite your lip and moan at the sight of his thick and leaking cock. The red tip is almost purple with want and you would put it in your mouth but you want him inside you right now. “I want you to fuck me.” You admit breathlessly. It’s going to change your relationship but you think that he wants you too.

"Yeah?" He double checks and he can hardly wait a minute more. When you nod, he shifts closer, not even bothering to take his pants off as he slides his cock through your folds, notching the head at your entrance and he pushes into you, desperate to get inside of you.

It’s a good thing you’re on birth control. He steals your breath when he pushes inside you and bottoms out. “Oh fuck, Max.” You whisper, closing your eyes and wrapping your legs around him. “Move baby.” You beg quietly. “I need you to move.”

Max nods, clenching his jaw to stop him from blowing his load then and there. You are so tight, he doesn't know how he's gonna control himself. He hisses when he withdraws his cock, the head remaining inside of you, then after a moment, he pushes deep again. "Fuck. So tight." He grips your hips, looking down at you.

You clench down around him and grin. “Kegels.” You giggle when he hisses and bites his lip. “You should try them.” You clench around him again teasingly but then you relax to let him start moving like he needs.

He shifts to hover over you, his weight on his forearms as he rocks into you. His lips find yours again, rocking deep as he seeks the reward of your second orgasm. He wants to prove to you he can make you cum like this. "Fuck, you are so beautiful." He groans against your lips.

For all his cocky bullshit bragging, he feels incredible. Every thrust is perfectly timed and hits deep. Your fingers drag down his back, scratching lightly as you urge him on. It’s perfect and you love how he fits inside you. It’s better than you imagined.

You feel perfect around him and it terrifies him how his heart is pounding in his chest. He desperately wants you to be his but you are just friends. This will be a fluke. He groans, rocking a little faster and he licks his thumb, shifting to press it against your clit.

“Oh fuck.” Your legs hitch up higher on his hips and you rock up to meet his thrusts. “Yes, Max.” You pant, closing your eyes and tilting your head back and pressing your chest up into his. “More.” You don’t want it to stop but you want to feel him cum too.

He rocks deeper and harder, fingers rubbing your clit a little harder. He desperately needs you to cum. Max squeezes your breast with his free hand. "Fuck baby. Want you to cum for me. Please." He begs, his cock twitching inside of you.

You bite your lip and moan, reaching up and sliding your fingers into his hair and tugging on it, feeling him twitch again. It pushes you over the edge. You can’t deny that you are cumming when you cry out his name, loud enough that anyone passing by would hear you but you don’t care.

Max swears he's died and gone to heaven when you clamp down on his cock, soaking him. "Jesus baby. So - fuck - so good. Gonna make me -" He groans, rocking several times into you until his cock is buried deep and he paints your walls with his hot seed.

“Oh god.” You giggle breathlessly, trying to catch your breath. He looked so amazing when he was coming apart above you. “Okay, Phillips.” You hum as he tucks his head against your neck. “You can fuck, gotta give it to you.”

He chuckles breathlessly against your skin, trying to catch his breath, and he groans at how incredible this has been. Fuck, you are more than his friend. He - no, he can't admit it to himself. "Glad you enjoyed it." He winks when he leans back to look down at you.

The two of you stare at each other for a long moment, the silence seemingly speaking volumes to you and you are eager to see where this goes. After another minute, he slowly pulls away and you giggle at the fact that he didn’t even take off his pants. “I’ve got to go pee.” You murmur as you shuffle off the bed and grab the robe you used to walk to the shared bathroom. “I’ll be right back.”

Max watches you go, tucking himself back into his pants, and he shifts to lean against your headboard. "Shit." He reaches up to rub his cheek. This went too far and his heart is thumping in his chest. He doesn't know what to do. He thinks he loves you. In fact, he knows he does. You've been there for him since freshman year and he has been trying to ignore his growing feelings. When you return, he has made his decision.

“Hey.” You give him a shy smile, having cleaned up. It was weird knowing that it was your best friends cumming inside you, but it was also perfect and felt right. “So do you want to order some food?” You ask. “Or do you want to just chill and watch a movie?”

Max bites his lip, knowing he's going to piss you off but he can't do this. "Actually, I, uh, I'm gonna head back to my place. I gotta - I have a test to study for and Evan has been keeping me up with his girlfriend staying over. I'm gonna go take advantage of the quiet." He lies smoothly, rubbing his hands on his jeans as he shifts to stand up, grabbing his shoes.

“Oh.” You stare at him for a moment, unsure of the shift that just happened. Watching as he puts on his shoes. “Okay. I guess, I mean Evan is obnoxious and I’m surprised he even has a girlfriend.” You tell yourself that you’re just over analyzing things and it’s not awkward. “Go, enjoy the study time.” You offer as he stands straight.

He nods, trying to ignore the pang in his heart at your crestfallen expression. "Yeah. Just recently. Guess she was desperate to get with Evan, huh?" He jokes as he puts his shoes on and stands up. "I'll see you around, sweetheart." He offers you a wink and makes his way to the door and walks out into the hall, exhaling deeply as he walks away from you.

****

It’s been nearly a month since you’ve seen Max. He’s been avoiding you and hasn’t returned any of your calls. Making you wonder what the hell happened. He had wanted to have sex with you, he was the one who had brought it up. Now he was nowhere to be found and you want to work this out. You make your way to his dorm hall and sigh, hating the idea of a confrontation but you need to talk to him.

"You fucking asshole!" You hear someone screaming as you approach Max's dorm room, and Evan flings the door open and a woman is pushed out, naked except for the sheet she holds tight around her.

"Evan. Please!" She pleads but Evan doesn’t want to hear it.

He growls, "you fucked Max. Max Phillips! You know how much I hate him and - Jesus Janine. You - just - I loved you!" He screams and your eyes widen, glancing behind him to see Max standing there naked, barely covering his cock with his hands. He whispers your name, eyes wide.

Your heart falls out of your chest and shatters. No wonder he hadn’t had time to call you or talk about what happened. He was too busy moving on to the next conquest. Your chin trembles and you have to blink back tears. It would have been okay if he had just talked to you, but this….You turn around and rush away, ignoring the screaming behind you and needing to get back to your own dorm room so you can cry. Your friendship with Max Phillips is over.

He calls your name, trying to rush after you but he is naked and he needs to get dressed. Quickly dressing while Evan argues with Janine, he pushes past them to rush after you. When he arrives at your dorm room, he is knocking on the door, begging you to talk to him. He sighs when there’s no response, knowing you are furious at him. He decides to talk to you tomorrow once he’s sorted out Evan who is going to be pissed at him.

****

The next day, Max leaves his shared dorm room, deciding to try and talk to you again, but when he exits the building, one of the college counselors approaches him. “Mr. Phillips?” She asks and he nods.

“Yeah?” He frowns.

“We need to talk.” She declares. That was the last time Max was a student there. They escorted him to pack up his things, accusing him of cheating when he didn’t cheat, and the worst part…he didn’t get to talk to you.

****

When the meeting is done, you don’t stick around. You can’t. Slipping up to Tom, you tell him that you aren’t feeling well and need to go home. Of course Tom hems and haws like he always does but he finally nods, making you rush back to your desk to gather your things.

This is horrible. It was bad enough working with Evan and Tim and even that douche bag Mike. You cannot work with Max Phillips, especially not for him. There’s no way it would work. Pulling open the bottom drawer of your desk, you grab your purse and quickly unlock your computer to start shutting it down.

Max finishes shaking hands with the big bosses and he can’t wait any longer to find you. It’s been years and he didn’t get to say goodbye before he was escorted off of campus. He grins after he asks where your desk is and follows the directions until his grin drops. You’re gone. “She went home.” He huffs, knowing he can’t leave this.

After charming the silly girl in HR to give him your address, he gets in his car and speeds over to your house. He’s nervous when he rings the doorbell but he needs to do this. When the door opens, he looks down to see a young boy. Max’s eyes widen as he looks into a carbon copy of his own eyes. “Uh, is your - uh, is-” He manages to stutter and ask if you are home by your name.

“Mom! Someone is here for you.” The boy shouts and Max repeats “Mom” in shock.

Wiping your hand on a dish rag, you assume that it’s your neighbor. He had promised to come by after work and look at your sink for you, finally getting tired of dealing with the slow leak. “Roger, I told you it didn’t have to be-“ the easy smile on your face dies when you round the corner and see a wide eyed Max on your doorstep. “Aaron, go work on your science kit.” You tell your son, making him pout.

“Moooom-“ he whines but you need him to go.

“I can take you back to school.” You threaten. “I checked you out early as a treat.” That works, the little boy quickly staking his head and his feet thundering through the house as retreats. Only then do you look at Max. “You need to leave.”

“I- he - we need to talk. I’m not leaving. He - he’s mine, isn’t he?” Max hisses, feeling angry at you for never telling him. The boy must be around ten or eleven and Max is freaking out. “Please. Tell me. I need to know.”

You scoff and shake your head, turning back to make sure that Aaron isn’t hovering. You step out onto your stoop and close the door, a silent message that he is not allowed in your house. “He’s mine.” You hiss, pissed off that he even pretends to be angry. “That’s all that matters and I don’t need or want you here upsetting him.”

“I won’t - sweetheart. It’s been years and we only - we only had sex once. I thought - you said you were on birth control and I- fuck. He’s mine.” Max answers his own question, knowing you haven’t denied anything or told him no.

“Once is enough.” You remind him. “And I was on birth control.” You cross your arms over your chest and glare at him. “Yes we had sex once, and then you ghosted me. Dropped your ‘best friend’ without another word.” You hate that it still hurts after all this time. “So forgive me if I’m not up for some bullshit happy reunion.” You turn and open your door, wanting to close it and forget all about Max Phillips.

"Please. I- I was expelled. Fucking Evan got me expelled for cheating. I didn't cheat." He shakes his head, still annoyed about being cast out.

"No. You just fucked his girlfriend." You spit back and Max rears back like you slapped him.

"I did that because - because-" He can't tell you why. It's obvious you hate him but he hopes you let him get to know his son at least.

You snort when he stops talking, obviously having no good reason for having fucked Evan’s girlfriend. “Mooooom!” Aaron’s voice rings through the door and you look back at Max. “It doesn’t matter. Just- stay away from me.” You order. “I have no interest in being your friend again. Hey-“ you shoot him a mean-spirited grin. “Evan’s been dating Amanda in HR. Maybe you should go try to fuck her.” You walk back into the house and close the door, making sure he hears the flick of the lock.

Max stands there in shock, trying to process what just happened, and it takes him a while to get off of your driveway and get back into his car. He has a son. He needs to know more about you and clearly you aren’t going to talk. You mentioned Amanda…Evan’s girlfriend. Maybe he can kill two birds with one stone. He smirks, pulling away from the curb to find out how to get into Amanda’s place. Oh, revenge is sweet.

****

The next day you are in a rotten mood, having spent far too long tossing and turning in bed thinking about Max being back in your life and then you had fucking dreamed about him. Damn him. You’ve gone years without having that dream, the one that has that one time you slept together replay in your mind. One meeting with him later and it’s happening again. You walk through the office quietly, taking your lunch into the break room to put in the fridge when you hear Dave and Tim talking. “Apparently, Max was over at Amanda’s last night.”

You freeze as Dave snorts and crunches on a chip even though it was seven forty-five in the morning. “He wanted to ‘go over personnel records’. I’m sure he did.” You hear the joking tone and groan to yourself as you shut the door of the fridge. Of course he was back to his ways. Why wouldn’t he be?

Max grins as he strides into the office. After coercing Amanda into "cooking him dinner" he had gotten all of the information he needed to know about you. You were pregnant during your senior year of college, managed to graduate just before having his son and you hadn't put Max down on the birth certificate. It kills him that he wasn't there but he was in Romania, unaware of your condition. Amanda had also told him your favorite cupcake store so he stopped there on the way to the office, determined to win you over so you will talk to him at least. The bonus of being able to call Evan and make out like he was about to fuck Amanda was the cherry on top. "Hey sweetheart." Max greets you when he approaches your desk. "I, uh, know things didn't go too well yesterday but I got you something." He holds up the box of four cupcakes he had gotten you.

You look at the box for a moment and then you turn back to your desk. You had just gotten sat down and was booting it up. “No, thank you.” You respond coolly. “I’m on a diet.” Complete lie, but you aren’t going to let Max try to weasel his way back into your life through baked goods. “I’m sure that the boys in the break room will enjoy them.” The sad fact is that Max is going to be your boss, you need to make sure you keep your interactions with him professional, but just that. You can’t get fired because of him.

Max pouts, not liking the way you completely dismiss him, and he sighs, "I got them for you. Take them home. Give them to - to Aaron." He tells you, setting the box down on your desk and right now, it feels helpless. He doesn't know what to say or do. How to make this up to you, if he can even do that. He also is confused about why you are so mad at him. "When are you gonna be an adult and talk to me?" He huffs, growing impatient.

Your finger slams down on your keyboard and you look over at him incredulously. “Adult?” You demand in a huff. “I should be the adult? That’s all I’ve been, Mr. Phillips.” You tell him. “I’m not the one you should be talking to. Unless you plan on ghosting Amanda like you did me?”

Max's brow furrows until he realizes what you are saying. "Sweetheart. I haven't - I didn't bang Amanda. I went over there to ask about you and the fact that it annoyed Evan was a bonus. Get my own back on that little shit for getting me expelled. He's the reason why I - I left." He finishes lamely.

“It’s none of my business if you ‘banged’ Amanda or not.” You aren’t some lovesick college girl anymore, at least that’s what you try to tell yourself. Not looking at him because you don’t want another reminder of how fucking handsome he is, you shake your head. “You might have left after fucking Evan’s girlfriend, but there were 32 days and fourteen hours between then and the time we slept together that you didn’t say a word to me.” You take a deep breath and look up at him. “Now, if you don’t mind, Mr. Phillips. I need to get back to work.”

Max opens his mouth, wanting to retort and tell you exactly why that happened but he snaps his mouth shut, knowing it is best for him to not divulge anything. It's the past and it's obvious you don't feel the same despite the flame he has held for you for so long. "Okay." He nods, quiet as he makes his way to his office.

You nod to yourself when he walks away and pick up your headset to put on. You don’t know why you feel guilty, but you do. “Hey, uh, you gonna eat those?” Tim pops up over the cubicle divider to eye the cupcakes longingly and you huff, shaking your head.

“I’m taking them home to my kid.” You tell him, making him pout as you swipe them off your desk and shove them into your bottom drawer. Cupcakes might be the only thing Aaron ever gets from his father, so it would be wrong to give them away.

Max spends the rest of the day in his office. He has to decide who to turn and who to fire and he has been staring at your photo all day. He won’t change you. You deserve to stay human for Aaron and he refuses to fire you. Fuck, he still loves you. Even now, after all these years, he still loves you. He just doesn’t know how to win you back. Not that he ever truly had you. Just that night and then he got scared and ran.

“Wazzup, sugar tits.” You roll your eyes at the sound of Dave’s voice, hating that he has decided to come talk to you. You know what it’s about. Evan knows who the father of your son is and has probably started running his fucking mouth. Or Tim, you wouldn’t put it past Tim.

“What do you want Dave?” You shut down your computer and turn to face him. The problem with Dave is that he thinks he’s a lady’s man. That women should fall at his feet and he’s genuinely bewildered that it hasn’t happened, as if there’s something wrong with a woman who doesn’t want a man who yells at kids on video games and jerks off to porn during late nights at the office.

“So I hear that you know our new boss…intimately.” He smirks at you and picks up a picture of Aaron you have on your desk. It’s one you had taken with him at a baseball game last year. His little face reminded you of Max so much sometimes.

You reach out and snatch the picture away from him. “That’s in the past.” You aren’t talking about Max with anyone, let alone Dave.

“Yeah but maybe you could, you know, do the team a favor and put in a good word for us.” He sends you a creepy little wink that makes you want to gag. “Sure that you could remind our new boss of the good times you had together, maybe give him a little blowie, and hell, maybe even put out again to get us all raises.”

You just stare at him, amazed at the sheer audacity of his ‘request’.

Max overheard this request as he makes his way to your cubicle, wanting to talk to you, but when he hears Dave’s lude request, he clenches his jaw and strides over to the employee. “The personal business of my employees is of no concern of yours, David. As for the raises, I think I might consider that.” Max smirks, making Dave grin and nod. “After we have had our semi annual appraisals and I do believe you are behind on your sales?” He mocks, pouting his lips. “Oh well, maybe next quarter. Now, I’d like to talk in private.” Max gestures to you before he shoos Dave away.

Your cheeks heat up, hating that Max heard that. “He’s a pig.” You mutter, almost to yourself as you start to gather your things. You open up the bottom drawer to pull the cupcakes and your purse out, along with your dishes from lunch. “You need to speak with me?” You ask, taking your keys out of your purse. “I’ve got to leave in just a minute. My son has baseball practice.”

Max’s long dead heart lurches and he wants to ask if he can join but he knows he can’t. He can’t push this. You have to give him permission to introduce himself to his son. “No problem. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He tells you, offering you a soft smile. He will do everything he can to fix this. He wants you to talk to him. To allow him to explain.

You’re surprised that he doesn’t push, that was always Max’s MO. But you’re grateful that he doesn’t. You nod and swallow. “Okay then, Goodnight.” You don’t smile back at him, you can’t. Making your way to the elevator, you wonder what he had to talk to you about. Hopefully it was something to do with work, but your sales numbers are the highest in the department, even better than Evan’s. You just hadn’t coveted the sales manager’s position.

****

Max has wallowed in blood, trying to forget the situation he has put himself in. If he hadn’t fucked Evan’s girlfriend, he wouldn’t have gotten expelled and then he would’ve have become a vampire. He would’ve been human. He would’ve told you how he felt once you told him that you were pregnant and he would’ve been there for his son. He sighs, pulling up outside of your house, unable to keep away.

“Mom, I don’t want to.” You sigh and shake your heat, trying not to get sucked into the same pleading expression you see on his father’s face daily.

Looking at the clock, you turn and narrow your eyes at your son. “You can read for thirty more minutes but then you are going to bed.” You hold up a finger to delay the inevitable cheering. “But you won’t be grumpy butt in the morning.”

Aaron nods quickly, “Yes madam!” He promises, grinning at you. “Hey, that cool car is outside again!” He says, glancing out the window.

You huff and push him towards his room. “Brush your teeth first.” You order before you walk over to the window to see the bright yellow classic mustang. Max. It has to be Max. He had always talked about getting one when you were in college. Obsessed with the car.

Max doesn’t exactly know why he is sitting outside of your house but he just wants to be close to you. He sits in his car, watching you walk through the house, Aaron walks around and you usher him into the bedroom. His undead heart stops when his son peeks through the shades before he is ushered away. Max will sit here all night, just anxious to be close to you.

You watch the car randomly until you go to bed, wondering why he is just sitting out there. Why is he putting so much effort into trying to talk to you now when you needed to talk to him nearly twelve years ago and he hadn’t been around. You huff to yourself as you get ready for bed and can’t help but look out the window one more time before you turn out your lights and lay down, wondering what he is thinking about out there.

Max sighs when the lights go out. Settling back against his leather seat, he grabs his phone and answers the emails that came in from HQ. He sighs, wanting to talk to you but it’s late and you’re human. He can’t disturb you and you’d probably stake him if you knew how to kill him.

The next day, you walk into the office after another restless night and you sigh. You had gotten up around 2 to get some water and his car had still been outside. You don’t know what time he had left, but when you had gone outside to take Aaron to school, he was gone. You have to talk to him, because you can’t keep deflecting Aaron’s question about the car and you want to know why he is camping outside your door every night.

Max looks up when there’s a knock on the door, and he can smell you. His curiosity peaks and he calls out for you to come in. His frozen heart thumps in his chest when he sees you enter and he tries to squash the defense to be over the top and charming.

You don’t look around the office or decide to have any sort of small talk. “Is that you at night?” You ask. “In the mustang parked outside my house?”

Max sets his pen down, looking at you with longing. “Yes. It’s, uh, it’s me. I just - I wanted to be close to you. To Aaron. I can’t stay away now that I’ve found you again.” He admits, not ashamed of what he has been doing.

“That’s rich, found me again.” You roll your eyes and cross your hands over your chest. “You didn’t talk to me. Not once before I went to talk to you and you were too busy sticking your dick in Janice.” You hiss. “And not once after they kicked you out. My number never changed.”

Max shakes his head. “You have no idea what was going through my mind after we - after that night. You don’t know. You didn’t know that I-” He cuts himself off, shaking his head again. “I didn’t - I was expelled and then I went to Romania.”

You stare at him for a moment, unable to believe that he can only think of how he was feeling. “And how do you think I felt? The next day and the day after.” You challenge him. “How about the day I found out I was pregnant and you were nowhere to be found?”

Max’s face falls, knowing you are right. He should’ve been there. “I’m sorry sweetheart. I didn’t - I should’ve been there. I just didn’t - I didn’t want to - fuck. I can’t tell you why I didn’t stay. You’re gonna hate me.”

Giving a harsh chuckle, you shake your head. “Because it’s so much better now.” You hiss sarcastically. “Yes, I know it was fucking dumb to be in love with you then. It was dumb to sleep with you.” You swallow. “But all you had to do was tell me that you didn’t feel the same way and it would have been alright. I would have gotten over it. But I lost the boy I loved and my best friend in the same day.”

Max’s double takes at your confession, “you - wait. You just said - fuck. Did you just say you loved me?” He chokes, unable to believe you just said that. “I love you. I’ve always loved you. It’s always been you.” He murmurs, reaching up to cup your cheek.

You shake your head. “No it wasn’t. It was me one time. And then it was Janice and then whoever you fucked after that.” You’re angry that he’s toying with you. Unsure of what sick game he was playing. “Because if it had been me, you would have talked to me.”

Max shakes his head, cupping your other cheek and forcing you to look at him. “It was you before that night and then after…I was trying to deny that I was in love with you. I didn’t - I tried to forget about you because I wasn’t good enough for you. I was terrified and that made me a - I thought that if I slept with Janice then I could forget about you. I failed…obviously.”

“You’re an idiot.” You grumble, tears filling your eyes and you hate how those dark brown orbs seem to pull you in just like that had when you were in college. “I didn’t give a shit if you thought you were good enough. I just wanted you. I wanted to talk to you and know what was going on. And you left me alone.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to admit my feelings, didn’t want to ruin our friendship but I ended up doing that anyway and then I was expelled and went to Romania. I just - fuck, I love you. I still love you.” He chokes, “I want to know our son. I want to - to have a family. Fuck, I never thought I’d say that.”

You shake your head, surprised that he is talking about something permanent like that. “Why haven’t you already settled down? Had more kids?” You ask, wondering if he has some other reason.

Max bites his lips, unsure of how to answer that question. He knows you don’t know and he knew he’d have to disclose this at some point. “I, uh, I haven’t settled down or had kids because - Shit, I don’t really know how to tell you this but I - when I went to Romania, I was changed.”

You frown, “changed?”

Max nods, “changed into…into a vampire.”

You stare at him for a moment, trying to determine if he’s fucking with you. Snorting, you turn and pull away from him. “Wow, Max.” You can’t believe that he is such an asshole. “You could have tired to be believable when you try to lie.”

His responding frown while his heart breaks make him lower his hands from where he had been holding your cheeks before you turned away. “I- I know it’s too much to ask you to love a monster. I’m not a good man. I just - I’m in love with you and we have a son and if I hadn't been a pussy and not talked to you, I’d still be human and we would’ve been happy. This is my fault. It’s all my fault.”

“Max…” you want to cry. “Stop lying to me.” You beg. “You’re not a vampire, vampires are a fucking myth.” You blow out a sigh. “I don’t have to know why you haven’t settled down, but don’t blow smoke up my ass.”

Max sighs, knowing he needs to prove to you that he’s a vampire. He thinks about everything that has happened to keep you apart. A growl escaping his lips as he thinks about Evan until his face contorts into the visage of the monster he is deep down inside.

You don’t scream, you couldn’t even if you wanted to. The air is literally sucked out of your lungs as you gape at him. Eyes wide and shocked at you stare at his contorted features but you reach up and touch his brow. “You- you’re a vampire.” You say breathlessly, as if he hadn’t told you that.

Max calms down, trying to relax his face, and he swallows harshly, waiting for your rejection, and he prepares himself for it. Knowing you’ll likely hate him after seeing what he has become. He winces when your hand cups his cheek, face now what you are used to. “Believe me?” He whispers, anxious.

“Oh my god.” You murmur softly. “I thought you were - feeding me some lines. Max….” Your thumbs caress the cheek bones where he had just changed. “I’m so sorry I didn’t believe you, baby.” Leaning in, you kiss his forehead gently. “What happened, what did they do to you?”

“I went to Romania. It was the only place that would accept me after the expulsion and I didn’t exactly know the terms of their acceptance until after I arrived and it turns out it’s a fucking vampire university. They offered me a degree…and eternal life. As long as I worked for their company and created more ‘employees.’ I agreed, desperate to make something of myself. If I knew…if I had known about you and you being pregnant, I never would’ve gone. I would’ve stayed human and done everything I could to be yours, to be a family.”

Your heart melts a little at his words, the naked hope and fear in his eyes making you believe that he is telling you the truth. “I didn’t know.” You promise him. “When I came to talk to you. I didn’t know I was pregnant until a month after you left.” It had been hard, trying to finish school while you were pregnant and worried that you might be horrible at being a single mother. “I know you didn’t cheat. Evan was…angry that you slept with Janice.”

“I swear to you. I - I fucked up. I was young and dumb and I- I thought I could just forget about you but I can’t. I still can’t. Even now. You are everything to me.” He feels so guilty, feeling like he has ruined everything. Surely you can’t love him now you know he’s a monster - both as a vampire and as a man who has abandoned his family.

“You said that they want you to change people.” You bite your lip and look around, as if you are trying to see a list of those he was changing or had already changed. “Are you planning on changing me?” You ask softly, needing to know if you are going to be a danger to your son. “I- can you control yourself around- around humans?”

“They want me to change people but I have already made it clear that I wouldn’t change you. I don’t want to - to change your life. You deserve to stay human for Aaron. We are dangerous when we are first changed - wanting blood constantly - but that lasts for two weeks before we are essentially in our form for eternity and blood is needed but not a must have.”

Your shoulders slump in relief that you don’t have to worry about Aaron’s safety. “Okay.” You nod and chew on your lip for a moment, realizing that his skin is still slightly warm to the touch, not as cool as you expected. “I’m glad I don’t have to worry about you wanting to eat us.” You venture, stepping closer to him. “Does- does that mean that Aaron is the- the only chance for you to have a child?” You had never thought about vampires much but you assume he couldn’t have kids now.

Max nods, “yeah. Frozen in time…frozen sperm. I can’t have kids. I never - fuck - I never imagined I’d be able to have a family. A son. It’s…I want to know everything about him. Catch up on what I missed. Have you - did you ever tell him about me?”

You nod. “I told him that his father was my best friend in college.” You admit. “And when he asked why you weren’t there, I told him that sometimes friendships don’t last and you had moved on before I knew we had made him.”

Max is grateful you haven’t bashed him, told Aaron he abandoned him or some other shit. “Can I- can I meet him? Officially.” He asks, knowing he can’t just force himself into anything. You need to be in control of this to protect your son.

You had told your son the truth, but you hadn’t given him the details. You hadn’t wanted him hating Max if he ever decided to look for him. “Is-” You sigh and decide to just ask him straight out. “Is the only reason you want to meet him, to get to know him because you can’t have children now?” You ask. “Is it some kind of - I don’t know, male pride thing? Would you care if you had a daughter?” If it was because of his inability to make a family and he has some stupid ego trip and needs a son, he would never meet Aaron. Your son deserves more than that.

Max scoffs, “what - what kind of bullshit is that? I wouldn’t - it wouldn’t matter if it was a boy or a girl. It’s our child. Our baby. I- fuck - made from love and we just didn’t know it. I want to meet our son. Our child.” He reaches for your hand.

“Good.” His insulted face is one that he would give you so often in college and you can’t help but smile. “I would invite you to dinner, but I don’t know if you eat food at all.” You have a thousand questions but you don’t want to be rude. “When do you want to meet him?”

Max smiles, happy that you are going to give him a chance. “Tonight. As soon as possible. I don’t want to miss another moment of his life. Of your life. If you’ll give me another chance.” Max bites his lip, wanting you to be open to him.

“Max….” Your hand on his cheek slides down to his chest, feeling the stillness where there should be a heartbeat. “How would that work? You- you’re never going to age, I am.” You blow out a small breath. “I don’t see how unless….” You pause and swallow. “Unless I was a vampire too. Eventually.”

“It’s your choice. If you want to become like me…I will change you but I want you to know about what’s involved in being a vampire. It’s your choice. If you want to remain human…I’ll die shortly after you.” He vows.

“Wait, wait…” You hold up your hand and shake your head. You don’t want him to do that. “Before you vow you will never love again, you need to make sure I’m what you want.” He frowns but you give him a small shrug. “We are different, Max.” You remind him. “It’s been almost twelve years. What if I’m not what you expect anymore?”

“I never stopped loving you. I have always thought about you. Baby, I know my answer will be the same but I will give it time to assess and reconfirm.” He says, spoken like a true businessman. “I know what I want though and it’s you.” He smiles, cupping your cheeks. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” You nod quickly, wanting to kiss him and honestly eager to learn if it’s different from the memories you carry from him. “Kiss me Max.” You beg quietly. “Please.”

He leans closer, undead heart thumping in his chest and he slowly brushes his lips against yours. “I love you.” He murmurs, breathes it against your mouth before he presses his lips against yours, hands grabbing your waist to pull you closer.

Your arms slide around his neck and you smile against his lips. Opening up to let him slide his tongue into your mouth, your own heart pounding so loudly you swear that he can hear it. Moaning into him when it makes your stomach flip and lurch happily.

He hears your heart pounding, loving it, and his tongue slides against yours. He groans into your mouth, his fingers digging into your waist to pull you even closer to him. He wants you but he doesn’t want to push.

Feeling the hard lines of his body against yours is taking you back in time. He’s firmer than he was back then, maybe it was from the change to vampire or he had just worked out. You don’t know if vampires need a workout routine, but you are impressed as your hands roam over his back. “Max….” You sigh against his lips. “I- do you want to go to my house, uh, talk before Aaron comes home?” You don’t want to talk, but you can’t fuck your boss in his office.

Max smirks against your lips, kissing your jaw. “Come on baby. Let me take you home. I want you. Want you and want to worship you.” He murmurs, pulling back so he can look at you. He knows this is going to change everything but he’s ready to have you again.

“You better not disappear on me again, Phillips.” You warn him with narrowed eyes. You are only half way joking, honestly it would kill you. “I don’t think I could handle that.” You admit quietly.

Max nods, “I know, baby. I won’t leave.” He swears it, knowing he couldn’t even if he tried. He reaches for your hand, leading you towards the door and out of his office, ignoring the looks from his employees.

You don’t argue with him when he leads you towards his car. Knowing that you should take yours home, but there is something about him opening the passenger door of his car to let you slide in. “Aaron is in love with your car.” You tell him, smile up at him as you sit in the buttery leather seat.

He grins at that, “our son has good taste. Maybe I can take him for a ride in it one day. If that’s okay.” He adds, looking nervously at you as he starts the engine, starting to pull out of his assigned “manager” spot. Once he’s on the road, he reaches for your hand, bringing it up to your lips.

“As long as you don’t let him drive it.” You shake your head. “He’s 10 going on 25.” You joke, knowing that your son would definitely try to convince Max to let him drive the sports car. “Every weekend he wants to go race go-karts.”

Max chuckles, “maybe he can have a drive away around the parking lot.” Your eyes widen and Max snorts, “I’m only joking, baby.” He kisses your hand again and focuses on driving to your place, wanting to touch you again.

When you pull up next to your house, you reluctantly let go of his hand so the two of you can climb out, although Max is instantly around the car so he can wrap his hand around your waist and pull you close. “So do I need to invite you in?” You ask, remembering that old wives tale. You wonder what rules are real and what is made up.

Max chuckles, “I don’t need permission to come into your house as a vampire but as a man, I want you to give me permission to come into your house. I don’t want to do this and have you regret it. I want you baby. I want you to be mine.”

You smile at his thoughtfulness and nod, reaching into your purse to get your keys. “I think we would get in trouble if we stayed out in public.” You tease as you open the door and walk inside. “Come in Max.”

He follows you, grateful you are ready and he smirks, playfully slapping your ass as you walk into your house. He chuckles at your squeal and he eagerly rushes you into your home. He grins at the way you giggle and he spins you around, pressing his lips to yours with vigor.

Max walks you backwards until you are pressed against the wall, his tongue sliding against yours and he groans, “fuck baby. Let me - show me to your room.”

You hum and pull away so you can kiss along his smooth jaw. Loving the small groan. He’s not cocky right now and you swear he shudders. “Okay.” Pulling out of his grip, your hips sway suggestively as you walk down the hallway, already pulling your blouse out of your skirt and pulling it over your head and dropping it on the floor.

Max is eager to follow you, wanting to see how you have changed over the years. He wants to worship every blemish and mark and difference. He wants to kiss and lick and make you feel good. With a groan, he reaches down to adjust his hard cock and follows you down the hall, ripping at his own dress shirt after shrugging off his jacket.

You smirk when you see his bare chest, loving the hot look in his eyes when he sees your bra clad chest. “They aren’t as perky as they were.” You admit, not ashamed of your body since having Aaron. You unclip your bra and pull it down your arms to throw at him playfully.

Max scoffs, “like i give a fuck about that. It’s tits. I love tits.” He waggles his eyebrows at you and surges forward, pulling you close so he can dip his head down and suck your nipple into his mouth.

“Max!” You cry out, eyes closing and your fingers tear into his carefully styled hair to tangle your fingers in it. “Oh fuck.” You used to dream about his mouth when you were pregnant and now he’s got it on you again. “So good.”

He groans against your flesh, his hands caressing your back and he switches over to your other breast, desperate to have you moan his name again. He’s missed it. He’s missed you. “Fuck baby. Let me - bed. Bed now.”

You moan at his eagerness and let him guide you back to the bed and push you down gently. Bouncing on the mattress and looking up at him as he fumbles with his belt buckle. “Still horny.” You tease, not feeling upset about that fact right now.

“Always but especially for you. That hasn’t changed.” He smirks, grinning at you as he shoves his pants down along with his boxers, kicking off his shoes and expertly removing his socks so he’s standing in front of you bare and proud.

“Jesus, Max.” You whimper when you see his hard cock, looking just as impressive as the last time. Except now you know how he feels and you want him inside you. Tugging down your skirt, you peel your panties down and try not to be self conscious over the fact that you are not a college girl anymore.

Max groans when you lay naked on your bed, your cunt dripping wet and he can’t wait a moment longer. Leaning down to lay on his stomach, his tongue slides through your folds, the taste is intoxicating and he squeezes your thighs while his tongue delves deep.

“Max!” It feels amazing for a second but then you panic. You tug on his hair harshly and try to close your legs around his head. “No stop- stop Max!” You cry out, closing your eyes and tears pouring down to your hair.

Max immediately pulls away, frowning with concern at the way you pushed him away. “What happened, baby? Did I do something wrong?” He asks, eyes wide with concern for you.

“I - the last time-“ you feel ridiculous but you take a deep breath. “The last time, we- we had sex, you went down on me and the we had sex.” Max nods, not quite understanding. “You left after!” You huff, “just - I want you inside me now. Don’t do the same thing as before.”

“Oh,” Max nods, understanding now what you mean despite it being ridiculous. He shifts to hover over you, deciding to change his style and give you what you want. He reaches down to grip his cock, positioning himself at your entrance and he slowly pushes into you, his dark eyes meeting yours while he pushes deeper. “I’m not leaving.” He vows, his chest aching despite his heart no longer beating.

“I’m sorry.” You blurt out, reaching out to hold onto Max. You are being foolish but you can’t help it. You would be devastated if he left again. “Max.” You whimper, feeling every ridge and vein of his cock. “I love you.”

He pushes into you, each thrust deeper than the last and he loves it. The way you toss your head back makes him groan and he kisses along your neck, licking your pulse and he loves feeling it jump.

His rhythm has changed and you don’t know if it’s from maturity and experience or from becoming a vampire. All you know is that your thighs are shaking as he pushes into you again and again. Playing your body like an instrument with every targeted thrust.

Max hisses when your walls flutter around his length. “Fuck. Feel so good.” He pants, focusing on your pleasure. He’s had sex since that night with you, of course he has, but he has learned a thing or two and he wants to make you cum…hard. He wants you to shake beneath him and moan his name. He desperately wants you to fall apart under him.

Every thrust is another moan, another shock of pleasure when he fills you to the hilt. Your legs wrap around his waist and you try to keep up with the delicious rolls of his hips but it’s too much, and you are just taking what he gives you.

Max kisses down to your collarbone, nibbling and sucking the flesh, loving the way you arch your back into him. “Fuck, baby. I love you. It’s always been you. Jesus, this is - you are incredible. So fucking good.” He rambles, unable to stop himself when you are everything he has wanted since he was seventeen.

You whine, tugging at his hair and trying to cum then and there at his words. It was everything you wanted to hear the entire time you were apart from him. To be honest with yourself, it was why no one else could stick around for long. You made excuses about Aaron and whatever else but the truth was that you wanted Max. Now he was here and he was something completely amazing. “Max!” You squeal when he hits something deep inside you and instantly you fall over the edge, clamping down around him and shaking in pleasure.

Max growls, face almost contorting at the tight grip your cunt has on his cock, and he moves faster, seeking his own high. He grunts, thrusting deeper and harder than before, using his strength to grind deep until he cums a few thrusts later. He growls your name, biting his own lip in order to not bite your neck, and he stills above you, cock pulsing as he paints your walls with useless seed.

It feels so different. Not as hot as before but you love it. Enjoying the way he collapses against you even though he’s not panting like you are. The silence in his chest is a stark contrast to your own galloping heart. “I love you.” You murmur softly, turning your head and managing to kiss his ear.

Max feels like he’s home. Finally. He has always been in love with you and his foolish juvenile ways nearly made him lose you. With a sigh, he kisses your cheek. “I love you too. So much.” He promises, excited to understand this older, parental version of you too. He shifts, laying down on his back and rolling to bring you with him so you are laying on his chest, his fingers caressing your spine. “When is Aaron home?”

Glancing over at your bedside clock, you do the math. “He should be getting home in about an hour.” You murmur softly. “Do you want to see his room?” You ask. “Maybe the baby pictures? I have albums of him growing up.”

Max smiles, “yeah. I want to see it all. I want to get to know him, to be his father…finally.” He is excited and so so nervous to meet his son. He wonders what will happen, if he will resent him or be shy. “Show me everything you can.”

“Okay.” You kiss his chest and pull away. “Let me clean up and I’ll grab them.” You tilt your head with a curious grin. “Do you drink water or eat? Or is it not something you need anymore? Because I need some water.”

Max shakes his head, “I’ll clean you up baby and I’ll get you some water.” He kisses you again and groans, shuffling off of the bed before he heads into your bathroom, quickly cleaning himself up before he rushes to grab you a bottle of water, naked and uncaring.

You sit up and bite your lip, trying not to worry about Max sneaking out. Instead you go to the bathroom and clean up, putting on some lounging clothes instead of your work outfit. It is unlikely you are going back to the office today. “Hey.” You grin as you see him walk into the room with a pout on his face, clearly not happy that you are dressed.

He reaches for you, grabbing your hips to drag you close to him. His lips pressing against yours in a soft kiss. The rush of lust has disappeared and he wants to show you how much he loves you. He kisses you again, his hands caressing your back. “I was gonna clean you up.” He pouts, wanting to look after you.

“I know, but Aaron will be home soon.” You murmur. “I don’t want his introduction to his dad to be with his parents buck naked in bed.” You smirk, knowing that if you had your way, him cleaning your up would have resulted in another round of amazing sex.

Max chuckles, kissing your jaw. “True. Probably not the best thing. We will get to that later.” He’s insatiable for you. Wanting you since he saw you in the office. “Let me get dressed and then I want to see his room and his albums.”

Drinking your water, you watch him get dressed. Although he leaves his tie and his vest off. When he’s ready, you walk him down to Aaron’s room. “This is his room.” You murmur as you open the door. “His little sanctuary.”

Max swallows, knowing he’d have tears in his eyes if he could. Just seeing his room, his personality on display as Max looks at the space themed room and he hates how much he has missed. “I can’t wait to officially meet him.”

“You will.” You promise, watching him look over everything and reach out to touch a poster. “I’ll show you his baby pictures and then when he gets home, I’ll cook dinner while you get to know your son.”

“I can’t - I won’t tell him what I am. Not yet. We will see how it goes. I just - I can’t - I don’t want him to be scared of me.” He admits, turning to look at you after lowering his hand from the poster.

“I will leave that up to you.” It’s hard, knowing that Max could possibly fear rejection from his own son. “But I’ll let you in on a little secret.” You smile as you guide him out of Aaron’s room. “He loves monster movies. Van Helsing - he was upset Van Helsing won.” You laugh quietly.

Max grins, “that’s my boy.” His heart thumps at the fact that he has a baby. He wishes he could’ve been there from the start but he can be there from now on. He turns to look at you, “I want to see photos. All of them.” He reaches for your hand, feeling worried and anxious.

You nod, understanding that he might be feeling nervous. Max was always more emotional than he let on. “Come on.” You guide him to the couch and sit him down, reaching for one of the books that were on the table. “I keep them out to embarrass him at a moment's notice.” You joke as you hand him one.

He chuckles softly, knowing he’d do the same, and he looks down at the album. Your pregnancy album. “Fuck.” He exhales, silently reprimanding himself for leaving that night and not telling you how he felt. He opens the book, inhaling sharply at the scan glued to the page followed by a photo of you. Each photo had a companion scan and your bump got bigger in each photo. “Shit. You were gorgeous.” He murmurs, tracing your photo.

“I was grumpy, mean and my feet hurt.” You laugh about it now, looking fondly down at the pictures. “He liked to hang out with his foot in my ribs and made me sick a lot. Couldn’t stand the smell of French fries.”

“That fucking sucks. You used to love fries!” He exclaims, flipping the page to see the photo from when Aaron was born. “He was so small.” He traces the ink footprint you got from the hospital. “God, so cute.” He smiles, looking at the photo of his newborn son.

“He was. Is still, but I’m his mother so I’m a little biased.” You grin as you snuggle into Max’s side as you both look at the photos. “You missed the most horrible dirty diapers and potty training.” You snicker. “I used cheerios to teach him to aim.”

Max chuckles sadly, “I wish I’d been there to see it all. I wish I could’ve been there and made a bigger family with you. Had kids. Gotten married. Just had a human life but Evan…and I was a fucking coward. I should’ve told you then that I loved you.” He flips the page after he kisses your forehead.

“It’s okay.” You can’t change the past but you can move forward. “We can be together now. You have a son you might not have ever had if we- if that hadn’t happened.” You counter. “And when Aaron is old enough, you can change me and we can tell him about your condition whenever you want.”

Max smiles, excited for the future for the first time in a long time. “I love you. So much. I want to spend forever with you.” He promises, looking back down at the book to see the photos of Aaron as he grew into a toddler and then a little boy. “Do you…do you think he will like me?” Max asks, biting his lip and feeling vulnerable.

“He will love you.” You promise. “He’s wanted to know about his dad for awhile, but I kept putting it off.” You admit, looking shamed at the thought. “I wanted to tell him a better story than what happened, I never wanted him to hate you.”

“I love you even more for that. Shit baby, I just - I wanna be good to him. To make up for all the time I’ve lost.” Max sighs and rests his head on top of yours. “With you too.” He kisses your hair and reaches for another album, eager to learn more.

The two of you are on the last album when you hear Aaron stomping outside the door. “Mom! That car is-“ Aaron bursts inside the house and stops dead when he sees you and Max on the sofa. “Outside.” He finishes, staring at Max closer now. He recognizes him from that day he came to the door and he looks really familiar to him. “Who’s this?”

Max smiles, nervous as fuck as he walks over to Aaron after he stands up. “Hey bud. I’m…I’m Max. I’m your dad.” His hands aren’t sweaty but he wipes them on his pants as he stands in front of Aaron.

Aaron looks at Max then at you for confirmation. You nod and give him an encouraging smile. “It’s true baby. This is your dad.” You tell him. “Max Phillips.”

Max is anxious, watching a myriad of emotions on the little boy’s face until he grins. “That’s your car? Cool. Mom, I have a cool dad.” Aaron cheers, grinning at you then looking back at Max who has an awed expression on his face. “That’s my car, buddy. I’ll take you out for a ride in it if you want.”

You smile, happy that the first meeting is already off to a great start. “You two sit and talk while I go make dinner.” You tell them, rubbing Max’s back slightly.

“Is dad going to stay for dinner?” Aaron asks with a hopeful look on his face.

“Yeah bud,” you swallow the lump in your throat. “Your dad wants to stay and get to know you. I’ve told him he can stay as long as he wants.”

Aaron’s eyes widen and he looks over at Max. “Are you going to stay forever? I’ve always wanted to know my dad.”

Max feels like his undead heart is going to explode. Fuck, his son is incredible and you’re incredible and his son wants him to be there, he doesn’t hate him for not being there. “I’m gonna stay forever and ever. With you and your mom.” Max smiles at you before he looks back at Aaron. “How was school today, kid?” He asks, listening intently as Aaron details what happened at school with the teachers and with his friends.

He chuckles when Aaron talks about one of his teachers farting during a history lesson and then dinner is served. Max can eat human foods but it’s disgusting and he has to throw them up later since his body can’t digest them. Still, he eats every bite on the plate, wanting to make Aaron feel comfortable and he wants to tell his son what he is but that will happen later. Everything will come with time and he has plenty of that.

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“Why are you more nervous than me?” You ask with a small giggle as Max pouts at you. “I’m the one that is about to ‘die’.”

It’s been six years since Max has come back into your life and honestly it’s been the best six years. He lives with you and Aaron and it feels like you’ve been a family forever. Aaron adores his father and handled the fact that he was a vampire surprisingly well, asking when he could be turned. You both had thought that he needs to wait until he’s older for that- which he had accepted with reluctance.

“Because…because it’s like I’m taking your virginity.” He tries to think of a metaphor but you just burst out laughing.

“You and I both know that isn’t the case. You will miss feeding from me.” It’s true, Max loves biting you while his cock is buried inside of you, drinking a little from you and you both find it so erotic but that’s over.

“I’m going to miss human you but I can’t lose you. I want you beside me forever so…so let’s do this. Are you sure you’re ready?” He asks, cupping your cheek.

“I’ve been ready.” You promise. You had waited until Aaron was older for his sake but even your son was joking that you are getting old and you need to be changed. “I love you and I want to be with you for eternity.” You had met and fell in love with him when you were both kids, lost each other for awhile and finally found each other again. No way you are changing your mind about spending forever with him.

Max smiles, leaning down to kiss you, his tongue sliding against yours as he just enjoys you like this for one last moment before he kisses along your jaw before he sinks his teeth into your neck, biting to change you into a vampire so he can have you for eternity.

#pedro pascal #max phillips #max phillips x you #max phillips x reader #max phillips x f!reader #max phillips smut #max phillips imagine #max phillips fanfiction #max phillips fic

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Anonymous Asks: "How do you think Joseph and Jack will react/do when they find out their Sunshine fell in love with someone else? (Sunshine and Joseph/Jack are friends but Joseph/Jack wanted a relationship with their Sunshine)"

Oooh a bit of an angsty one~

Content: Normal levels of Jack being yandere and manipulative, mentions of violence

Jack:

Okay, we already know at least some of the lengths Jack will go to in order to keep his Sunshine. Manipulation, gaslighting, pressuring you

On the surface, he’s supportive! Of course he is, he’s your best friend! If you’ve found love, then he’s happy for you! He wants nothing but the best for you!

But… well, are you really sure about this person? Are they really good enough for you? He’s not jealous, honest! He’s just concerned for his best friend!

What kind of best friend would he be if he didn’t show a healthy amount of concern for you?

Pointing out the smallest of red flags, just in case it’s proof that they’re a seriously bad person

Doing what he can to dig into their past just in case there’s something untoward (no he will not acknowledge the irony)

And… if he can’t find anything compelling enough… well, he’s not above planting evidence. Really, they were sure to do something bad eventually, so he’s doing the right thing!

Of course, he could always drive them mad, but if you ever found out he’d done it then he’d have ruined his chances with you!

But if he can convince you to be the one to dump them? Well, that’s not his fault! You can’t blame him for your choices

And… well, after a rough breakup with them, he’ll be there to comfort you! Your best friend. The only man you’re allowed to love

Joseph:

He’s more… hinged? I suppose? Compared to Jack

He’s the type to suffer in silence. He cares about you, and no matter how sad it makes him to see you in another’s arms, he’ll suffer gladly for the sake of your happiness

That doesn’t mean he’ll like your partner though. He can stay civil for the most part, sure, but it’s pretty clear to everyone that he’s Not A Fan

Look, he’s trying, okay? He’s trying his best to be supportive. You invite him over for a dinner party? He’ll show up and be polite. Double dates? Fine, sure, he’s not interested in his date but he’ll try his best. He’s really trying, for your sake

But yeah, he’s not the best at pretending to like people.

It’s not his fault your partner says stupid things that are just begging to be argued with! Really, they started it, he was trying to be polite until they opened their mouth

Everyone can tell how upset he is. It’s not like he’s really trying to hide it, he’s just being as nice as he can about it

He stares. A lot. He can’t keep his eyes off you, sad and soulful

He still follows you around like a lost puppy, doing anything and everything he can for you, anything you ask of him

But if push comes to shove? If he thinks your partner isn’t treating you well, or is otherwise going to hurt you? Well, he’s not afraid to throw a punch or two or however many it takes to fuck the guy up. No one hurts you. Not when he’s around.

#swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sdj jack #sdj joseph #sunny day jack x reader #joseph haberdae x reader #gn!reader #sdj headcanons #18+ only #sunshine

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Disclaimer: it's totally your fault this time you told me you were on holiday and my goblin brain immediately went: mustsharethis

Ok so in the movie Hangman and Co. throw Maverick out of the Hard Deck right? And then have that Oh fuck me look when he walks up into class the next day all smirky.

Ok so hear me out: what if, you bumped into Cyclone not knowing who he was? (I know i know even if you didn't, he'd still probably know but just for the SAKE OF IT) And there's a hella lot of flirting, touchy feely, maybe a game of pool, maybe something more. And then Cyclone walks into class next day and he's the fucking Admiral and your heart drops like F U C K me and then your eyes get wide as you realize: HE ALREADY DID

*dun dun dun* xD

Okay, I have had a bit of a day so sorry for the delay in response but I needed time to process this goodness.

So you totally bump into him somewhere fairly innicent because I don't think he's the going out type?

I feel like it would start a little meet cute-y like maybe you meet him at the store, you're pushing around a cart that you've filled with few food items like a sandwich and some crisps and you're going into the wine aisle (never know how to spell that word). Do wine aisles even exist in the US? I live in France so we have wine up the wazoo and you can find it everywhere. You reach for your favourite bottle of wine, the last one on the shelf, when another hand reaches for it too. You look up to see the finest man you have ever seen. He's a older than you, salt and pepper hair, gorgeous eyes, the whole shebang, you know. I mean instant attraction.

You let him have it, obviously. But he doesn't budge. "Never had it before, is it any good?" He ask, and you reply it's your favourite. He hums, "It would be a shame not to share it then, right?," he asks and obviously you agree. So, you get your stuff and walk back to his.

The evening starts innocently enough, even though you both know where it's going, you order pizza, have some wine and eventually you work up the courage to kiss him. He's a fairly shy kisser, because I imagine it's been a hot minute, but maybe you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug a little and he goes wild.

Suddenly, he's all over you, kissing from your neck down to your chest and then down between your legs. And LET ME TELL YOU my friend, he may be a shy kisser but he is not shy about what he's doing now!! The man can use his tongue!! You're cumming embarassingly fast but he doesn't seem to mind because he keeps going until you beg him for something more. He flips you around so you're bent over a surface and unbuckles his belt with one hand while the other just goes to town on your arse, kneading and spanking your cheek until it's nice and red.

Once the trousers are off, he bottoms out into you, giving you a moment to adjust because he is fucking hung, sweetie, and then all bets are off. He thrusts into you at an unforgiving pace, somehow knowing where that sweet spot is inside you and hitting you there with every stroke. You are hurtling towards your orgasm and when you tighten against him he lets out the prettiest moan. His pace grows erratic and right before he comes, he pulls out of you, grabbing you and turning you around. You sink to your knees and stick your tongue out right as he releases all over your mouth and face. You look up at him through your eyelashes, feeling his spend drip down your chin and onto your tits.

You stay the night obviously, but you leave before he wakes up. You leave him a message with your number, and then you go back to yours for a shower and breakfast.

You get to base nice and early. It's your first day for a new assignment and you wouldn't want to get lost or give a bad impression so you're one of the first people to get there, managing to get a seat at the front of class. So, when they introduce the Admiral, you don't see him immediately because he comes through the back. You turn around and see him, and the motherfucker winks at you, periodically looking you straight in the eyes,especially when he tells you about no relationships between colleagues, or with superior officers,... That rule gets broken so fast, obviously.

#cyclone x reader #cyclone #beau cyclone simpson #beau simpson x reader #beau simpson #fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #fanfiction #original fic

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Toxic

Battinson x reader 18+

Got some inspiration from a fic I read and knew I had to do one with Battinson. This is xxx pollen smut so if yall don't like it or if you're under 18 then don't read it!!

18+ Under the cut

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Batman, in your words, is the epitome of the world's greatest detective. Every time he helped Gordon with a case, you couldn't help but listen in. He was so adept at putting together the scene that it was sometimes like he had actually been there in the moment. So it was a huge surprise to you when you arrived on the scene and down a long hall away from the crowd you found him. The door to the room was left ajar, and he was collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily. The room was mostly dark aside from the streetlights casting warm orange rays through the rain drenched window.

You looked down the hall to see if anyone was looking your way but luckily no one was in the hall at the moment. Slipping inside you close the door behind you and kneel beside him. He looks at you with panick in his eyes and he tries to sit up. "Hey easy bats what happened to you?" He screws his eyes shut and pushes the heel of his gloved hand into his face wincing in pain. It takes him a moment to answer. "Got...in-injected with...hah something." You hold him up by the shoulder so he doesn't fall backwards. He starts to stand and you help him. Stepping towards the table in the middle of the room he places both hands on the surface to steady himself. He hisses as another wave of pain hits him.

"Sorry but I need to ask, do you know what you were injected with?" "I think it's some type of neurotoxin. I've been studying some samples from other crime scenes. It has an effect on hormones and one's reproductive system. It also seems to have a strange effect on the mind." "Then what about it makes it a neurotoxin? Aside from the effects on the mind." He turns around sitting against the edge of the table and leaning back on one hand. "If the body doesn't purge the high level of hormones and the toxin itself then it starts to shut down the nervous system." He suddenly curls in on himself yowling in pain. He falls to his knees and holds his abdomen with both hands. When the pain passes he tries to catch his breath. "How can you purge it? By throwing up or something?" "Not..that agh!.. simple." His forehead is touching the wood floor as he's doubled over panting heavily. "Then how!?" You're becoming more panicked by the second and you start to pace back and forth nervously.

Sure you didn't know him very well but you had gotten to talk to him briefly at crime scenes. He had been nice enough and even with that mask and armor he was very attractive. And now seeing him in so much pain your heart broke for him. You had to do anything you could to save him. Finally he answers though you barely hear him as he whispers to you. "The only way I've found is intercourse." You sputter in astonishment not sure if you heard him correctly. "What did you say?!" He sits up and looks you in the eyes and sighs. "Intercourse, that's the only viable option I've found."

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The fight had been quick and he pinned his opponent to the ground. "Who are you!?" He didn't notice the shine of the needle as they plunged it into his flesh right under the armor on his shoulder. They used the distraction to grapple free and they jumped out the window the glass shattering as they flew through. He wasn't quick enough and he could only watch from the broken window as they ran off on the rooftops. He looked at his shoulder and pulled the offending object out wincing. He stared at the bit of liquid still inside. Apparently they didn't push the plunger enough to give him the full dose. He pulled out a baggy and stuffed it inside to examine later.

Suddenly he was off balance and a wave of heat washed over him. His stomach threatened to purge its contents but he held it down. On weak legs he made his way out of the room. Sirens sounded in the distance and he knew he'd be arrested on sight giving his weakened state. Pain surged through him and he caught himself on the doorframe. He used the wall to keep himself steady and made his way down the long hall. He tested the knobs on the few doors that were still intact but the only one unlocked was the very last. He fell through as he opened it landing practically face first on the dusty wood floor. He rolled over and attempted to close the door by kicking it. Thinking he closed it he relaxed a bit then passed out.

He woke to the sound of voices down the hall. The door was slightly ajar but he didn't think anyone would look in this room. He was burning up and his head was spinning. His crotch hurt which seemed weird so he felt himself and sure enough he had the mother of all hardons. It took him a moment to remember he'd been injected with something. Suddenly you looked through the opening of the door seeing him on the floor. He felt a sudden pull towards you and his face flushed. When you walked in he realized what that feeling was and panick flashed through him. He attempts to sit up so he can better control himself.

Your hand on his shoulder makes him twitch in his pants. His head pounds for a moment and his hand moves to his face to try and relieve it. You ask what happened and it takes him a moment to answer. Trying to stand so he can step away from you or something he feels your hands on him helping him up. The sudden movement makes his blood pressure fluctuate and the room spins violently. He walks over and leans on the table screwing his eyes shut. A wave of pain hits him and he hisses. You ask him what he was injected with and he answers to the best of his ability. You ask another question and he turns around leaning back. Again he answers and this time he doubles over in pain as another wave moves through him.

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You stare at him for a moment before a dark blush covers your face. "Do you want my help?" A grim look comes over him. "Look I know we don't know each other very well but if it'll save you I'll do it." He shakes his head. "I couldn't ask that of you." You take a deep breath to steady your racing heart before kissing him. It catches him by surprise but he slowly relaxes into it. You deepen the kiss cradling his jaw. Something in him pushes him forward making him pin you to the floor. He breaks away just as suddenly apologizing. He stands up and moves to the far wall leaning against it on his hand. He whipes his face with the other and shakes his head to clear it. You walk closer carefully like he's a deer ready to spook and bound away.

He whips around holding his hand out and snaps at you. "Don't come any closer! I don't think I can control myself much longer." His teeth are gritted and you can see in his face just how hard he's trying to keep his urges down. "Let me do this! You'll die otherwise!" He fights it for a moment but gives in. "Fine just let me restrain myself first. I don't want to hurt you." He pulls out a set of matte black cuffs and moves to the sturdy pipe on the wall. It comes out of the floor and through the ceiling attached via large bolts. He motions for you to help cuff his other hand and you do so effectively restraining him. He tests the strength of the pipe then gives you a nod to start.

You press up against him and brush your lips against his. He pushes forward kissing you impatiently. Your arms wrap around his neck and you slip your tongue into his mouth deepening the kiss. You fight for dominance but have to break away for air. His eyes are dark, blown with lust and his face is flushed. You kiss him again and instinctually hook one leg around his hip. His hips suddenly thrust up into you making you squeak. He breaks away only to latch onto your neck continuing to thrust into you. You suddenly stop him which confuses him but when he feels your hand on his bulge he immediately knows what you're doing. You undo his pants and pull his length free. He hisses at your touch and you can tell he's painfully hard.

Quickly you step out of your own pants and wrap your jacket around your waist to cover your rear. If someone does come in you don't want to be on full display. Pressing up against him again you slide your panties to the side and grab his member dragging his tip through your folds. You both groan in pleasure at the feeling. Once he's covered in your slick you guide him to your entrance and slowly push down on him. His tip stretches you open and the feeling is incredible. Suddenly his hips buck and he almost completely sheaths himself in you. You both gasp at the overwhelming sensation. "S-sorry." He manages to gasp out. He burrys his face in your neck as he pushes the last bit in. You catch your breath for a moment before you feel him pulling out. His thrusts aren't slow but they aren't brutally quick either.

He pants and groans in your ear as he uses you. Suddenly his pace changes and his breathing quickens. His thrusts become harder and sharper and he uses his chin on your shoulder to push you down on him with each thrust. You can't help the moans and mewls that escape your throat at the pleasure he's making you feel. He pushes down harder and snaps his hips into you, growls escaping his clenched teeth. The sounds he's making are driving you crazy. Your walls clench around him pushing him closer to the edge. He changes his angle slightly and with a few more thrusts the coil in you snaps. With you clenching around him he's getting close but the toxin is making it difficult. As your high wears off you start to feel a bit sensitive. You moan in his ear at the overstimulation.

His thrusts get quicker as he chases his own release. The slick leaking out of you adds to the pleasure for him and all he needs is a push to take him over the edge. You start to claw at his back, the fabric of his cape slipping between your fingers and balling up in your fists. Suddenly you call to him. "Bats let go for me! Please I need it! Fill me up!" With that he topples over the edge and growls as he fully sheaths himself in you. Hot liquid fills your womb in thick ropes as his member pumps into you. Your coil snaps again at the feeling and the leg around his waist tightens pushing him just a bit further into you. A minute goes by before he finally stops pumping you full. You both just stay there for a while catching your breath and resting. Seemingly in a moment of clarity he asks you something. "You're on the pill right?" You chuckle. "Yeah took one this morning." You feel him relax at that and you both just enjoy a few minutes of silence.

"You feeling any better?" You look up at him. "Yeah much better though I'm sure you'll be sore in the morning." A small smile graces his features as he looks down at you. "Maybe we can do that again sometime, without the neurotoxin threatening your life and all." "Maybe. " "Oh where's the key I'll get those cuffs off you." "Third pocket on the left." Once he's free and you're both cleaned up you say your goodbyes and give him a kiss on the cheek. He leaps out the window and you walk downstairs to your car with his shadowy figure watching over you.

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ijustloveharry · 2 years

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HOW COULD HE DO THIS / pt 2 / 3k words

thanks for the love xx here's part 2!

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Y/N woke the next morning alone. She wasn't sure if Harry had left or if he slept on the couch - but she had been laying in her bed for over an hour because she was too scared to find out.

What were they supposed to do now?

Even if she was willing to stay with him, how would it work?

Her heart told her to try to fix it; her brain told her to stop being stupid. Usually her gut was the deciding factor but the only thing she felt was nauseous.

Finally getting the courage, she padded out of her bedroom and into the living room.

Harry wasn't there.

Part of her was relieved, and the other part of her was disappointed.

He had left a letter on the counter, but she couldn't bring herself to read it. She pulled the ice cream tub from the freezer and plopped on the couch. She figured there wouldn't be a better day to have ice cream for breakfast.

Today she felt more rational. She felt like she could really figure out if she could ever get past this or if he really pushed her too far. They had been together for four years, and he hadn't come close to making any major mistakes until now.

Y/N did what any rational person would do the day after someone destroys you; she made a pros and cons list.

Pro: He's Harry styles

Con: He's a dirty cheater

Pro: He treats you well

Con: Until he fucking cheated

Pro: You've invested four years into this

Con: He risked FOUR YEARS by fucking cheating

That got her nowhere, obviously, and she sighed in frustration as she was left even more confused than when she started. She was clearly angry. Sure, she was hurt, but anger was the only thing surfacing right now.

She decided to go to the gym, hopefully that could help her let some of it out.

Y/N packed her gym bag and decided to head to a different gym than usual. Harry always went with her when he was in town - they got a private space, of course, but she didn't want to think about him right now.

Walking into the unfamiliar space, she glanced around and looked for an open treadmill. None. She groaned.

She decided to start with a stretch, hoping that a machine would be vacant when she was done. Y/N was about to pop her headphones in before a familiar voice called her attention.

"Hey - I know you!"

Y/N looked at the source, and saw the same man from the night before. James? Justin?

"Jesse." He said knowingly. "Y/N, right?"

"Yeah" She said, and he took a seat on the mat next to her.

"What the fuck are the chances, hey?"

Minimal, Y/N thought. She hoped he wasn't stalking her.

"Hope you're not stalking me, I workout here everyday and I've never seen you here."

That made her laugh, and it lightened her chest just enough to remind her that she might be okay. She can still laugh. She can still have fun.

"Trying something new, actually. Guess it was meant to be."

"Guess so." He grinned, mirroring her stretches. "I'm here with my friend - er, or whatever"

He indicated to one of the guys on the treadmill.

"Complicated?" Y/N asked

"Very." Jesse smiled sheepishly "He's confused."

"Him and I both." Y/N sighed

"Can I get your number? I meant to ask yesterday but we er- got a bit sidetracked."

"Sure." She said, typing the digits into his phone.

Y/N was kind of relieved to have someone to talk to. She had been ignoring her friends and it was nice to see someone who knew what was going on.

"How are you?" He asked, standing to stretch out his arms

"Been better" She laughed "Harry was outside my apartment when you dropped me off yesterday."

Jesse wasn't looking at her though, and Y/N turned her head to where he was looking.

The TV was playing some trashy gossip show, one she normally wouldn't pay attention to. This time she did. The photos of Harry were up on the screen, the current topic of discussion whether or not he was a cheater or if everyone had been wrong about him actually even having a mysterious girlfriend.

"Guess all Harry's are cheaters, huh?"

Y/N gulped and shrugged, pulling her gaze from the photos she had been trying so hard not to think about.

"Guess so." She mumbled

"What do you do?" He asked "For work, I mean."

Y/N was grateful for the change of subject.

"I'm getting a master's degree in marine biology." She explained "I go back for my last year in September. Right now I'm working as a scuba instructor."

"Oh - that's super fucking cool."

It is super fucking cool, Y/N thought, but she didn't feel the need to say that. "What about you?"

"I'm getting a business degree" He shrugged, offering no further information. "Don't know what I want to do so figured it could be the most universal."

"That's very true." Y/N agreed. She wondered how old he was.

"Do you wanna do something? I was going to do a group class at 11 but I could blow it off."

"Like what?" She asked

"I dunno. There's a cool coffee shop down the road"

"I think coffee will amp me up a bit too much, I came here to blow off some steam." She admitted "But I could just get a water or whatever."

"Well if you want to blow off steam, I have a pretty good idea.."

Y/N raised her eyebrows "Thought you were gay?"

Jesse blushed, realizing how he had sounded.

"Uh" He cleared his throat "Yeah - I meant, I know a place that you could get some anger out. Smashing things, axe throwing, that kind of stuff."

Y/N laughed at his flustered state. They could be friends, she thought.

"Yeah, let's go."

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It did help her blow off steam.

She used Harry's emergency credit card and bought out the whole showroom - $1050 to be exact. She smashed glass plates and toilet seats and everything they had into tiny pieces. She whacked the baseball bat around with everything she had and she felt so, so much better afterwards.

"Hell yeah." Jesse cheered, high-fiving her as she finished with the last items.

"That's exactly what I needed."

"Good." He smiled "Hey - isn't that Harry Styles?"

Y/N immediately froze, and Jesse noticed the change in her stature.

"Y/N" Harry said calmly. She had yet to turn around to face him

"Wait you know him?" Jesse asked, baffled. He was excited, Y/N assumed he must be a fan.

"Yes." She sighed, turning to face the man she had finally just forgotten about.

"Harry fucking Styles." Jesse said under his breath "Harry! Ohhh, damn."

She winced as the wheels turned in Jesse's head. His eyes narrowed at Harry.

"Hey - I used to really like you and all that so it totally sucks that you're a huge dick"

Harry's jaw clenched at the man beside her, and Y/N silently prayed Jesse would stop.

"Y/N is fucking great-"

"I know. I don't need you to tell me that." Harry said between his teeth.

"Well, apparently you do." Jesse retorted

"How'd you even find me here, Harry?" Y/N hoped to stop the two men from going at it.

"You used my credit card." He said simply

"Yeah - I kinda figured you owed me." She mumbled.

"Sure." He said. He didn't really know why he came here.

"Okay... Is that all, or?" Y/N was starting to get annoyed.

"I just needed to see you." He pleaded.

"Should've thought about that before you cheated in front of the whole world" Jesse muttered. Harry's eyes snapped to him

"Who the hell are you again?" He growled. Y/N stepped in front of Jesse.

"Okay - Harry, let's just go outside, yeah?"

He didn't move, though, he kept his eyes locked onto Jesse.

The two stared at each other for what felt like hours, and Y/N shifted uncomfortably between them.

"You don't have to go anywhere with him, you know." Jesse said to her, and Y/N knew he meant well but wished they would both just shut the hell up.

"Why don't you just mind your own business, mate." Harry growled, his annoyance growing my the second.

"You don't need to be so rude." Y/N snapped back. "I'm leaving now."

"Let me drive you-" Both of them said, stopping to glare at the other.

"Can you just fuck off, please?" Harry snapped at Jesse, who just glared back.

"Think you're the one who should fuck off, mate." Jesse mocked.

It was then Y/N walked away. She was supposed to be taking the edge off, and this was not helping.

"I'll find my own ride." Y/N said simply, she couldn't believe either of them thought they were helping.

"Now look what you've done." Harry rolled his eyes, and Jesse looked at him flabbergasted.

"Look what I've done? We've had a great time and you came in and ruined her whole mood." Jesse snapped "I don't even know her that well and can tell she doesn't want to see you"

Something in Harry snapped at that, and while Y/N didn't see it, she heard the impact. She turned around to see Jesse on the floor, holding the side of his face

"Let's go." He growled at her, pulling on her arm. She ripped herself from his grasp.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? No- I'm not going anywhere with you." Y/N said "You should just go."

"Y/N-"

"Just fucking go - Harry. I don't want to see you. Stop calling me, stop finding me, just fucking go." She said calmly. She didn't want to escalate anything further than it had been.

Harry sighed in defeat and left, offering an apology to Jesse before he walked away.

"I'm so sorry Jesse" Y/N cried once Harry was gone "I don't even know what the fuck just happened."

"I do." Jesse smirked "He was jealous."

He removed his hand from his face, revealing a forming bruise on his left eye.

"Oh my god" She cried harder "What the fuck"

"It's all good." Jesse shrugged "I can take it. I egged him on, I'm sorry."

"You shouldn't be sorry" She mumbled, wiping her under eyes with the sleeve of her sweater.

Y/N had never been afraid of Harry. She wasn't sure she really was, she didn't think he would hurt her, but she had never seen him be violent and was shocked anyone could push him that far.

Maybe she didn't know him very well.

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Of course someone had recorded it.

'Harry Styles fist fight' was trending almost everywhere, and Y/N couldn't be more humiliated.

You could see her very clearly in the photos and videos. You could hear Jesse's remarks. The whole world knew now.

They had never been photographed together, ever. He was very careful, very particular, and wanted to keep her separate so it didn't make things more messy for their relationship. Paps were aggressive, fans were aggressive, and Y/N had gained over 500,000 followers on instagram that same day.

She locked herself in her room. She had countless notifications from strangers and multiple unanswered texts from her loved ones. She lost her job. Negative publicity never did good things for regular people.

The internet applauded Harry for 'defending her honour'. People assumed she had been cheating first and that Harry just snapped. Others assumed she had cheated with Jesse to get back at him. Most agreed Jesse must've deserved it. It's all people were conspiring about.

Y/N was furious. She didn't understand what was going through his head and she couldn't believe he allowed her name to get out there like this.

He didn't call her.

Granted, she told him not to. But she figured he would reach out given the circumstances.

She didn't know what to do. She had some money saved, she could be fine for a few months. This wouldn't wreck her schooling or her career. She could sell a statement if things got bad. She was lucky money wasn't her biggest concern.

Her phone buzzed on the side table and she groaned at the thought of someone else she knew asking her why she didn't tell them she was dating Harry Styles.

Can't believe there is photos of me getting my ass beat by Harry Styles

She smiled at Jesse's text.

Wasn't an ass beating, but yeah, not your best look.

Made Trevor super jealous though. Makes no sense.

Trevor = treadmill boy.

Maybe he was jealous you blew off blowing him to smash shit with some random girl.

Don't think thats it.

Y/N wasn't sure what that meant.

I think you should forgive him.

Y/N was appalled by that

Wtf why would I do that

I think he really loves you

Y/N rolled her eyes

Too much maybe.

Can never love too much.

I'm being serious. He's hurting

I don't feel bad for him

You shouldn't. But you should call him, at least see if he's ok

Did he hit your head too hard

No, maybe reading too much fanfiction tho

Y/N snorted, so he was a fan.

Was getting punched by Harry Styles on your bucket list or something?

Maybe

Weirdo

I just think he's desperate and desperate people have really stupid ideas

I'm not desperate so I'm not sure I should go along with your stupid ideas

Hey!

Y/N smiled to herself

hey

Just think about it

okay, jeez

thank u.

Y/N plugged her phone in, ending the conversation there. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to think after that.

Sighing, she got up from the bed and headed to get a drink from the fridge. She paused as she saw the unopened letter on the counter. She hesitated before opening it.

Y/N

I don't expect you to forgive me. I don't know how to forgive myself so I don't know how you could move past it either.

Please meet me for lunch? Our favourite spot? Noon? We don't have to talk, we don't have to do anything. Just come if you feel you want to or there is any part of you that thinks this can be fixed.

I love you,

Y/N breathed out. Clearly she didn't show up for lunch, and she tried to push down the guilt she was beginning to feel.

"No" She said to herself aloud. It wasn't her fault she didn't want to read it, and it's wasn't her fault he reacted the way he did.

She did decide to call him, though.

"Hey" He answered solemnly. She could tell he wasn't himself right now

"Hey." Y/N but her lip. She didn't know what she wanted to say. "I just read your letter."

Harry let out a breath, but didn't say anything right away.

"Oh."

"Yeah, sorry, I didn't know what it was going to say when I saw it there yesterday and just didn't really wanna read it yet. Obviously, I didn't realize."

"It's okay." He assured. "I'm really sorry about yesterday."

"Yeah." was all she said. He should be sorry.

"I don't know what came over me." He admitted

"I dunno, H, but it was fucking whack." She was biting her lip hard now. She really didn't know where she was hoping this would go.

"Yeah." He said. They sat in silence for a moment.

"It was an employee." He broke the silence "That sold the footage."

"Oh." She replied. Who cares?

"I didn't mean for this to happen."

"Well it did, Harry."

He sighed. "Yeah, I've been on calls all day about how I'm supposed to fix this."

"And how are you supposed to fix this." She said. It was a statement more than a question. He couldn't fix this. Her name was already out.

"I can't." He said. "Not anything I'm willing to say, I guess just let it blow over."

She was angry at that, and decided not to hide it.

"I'm so glad it'll just blow over for you, Harry, but my entire fucking life just changed and I'm not sure that it'll ever go back."

"I know." He whispered. She could tell he was crying.

"How could you do this? Did you really think that was going to make it any better?"

"I wasn't thinking at all." He admitted

"Clearly." She rolled her eyes.

"You didn't show up for lunch, I got the notification about the credit card and I just drove there. I didn't think about any of it. I just wanted to see you and try." He rambled "And then you were there with some fucking guy-"

"Some guy is named Jesse, and we're literally just friends Harry. I met him at the bar two days ago and the fact that you even found him threatening is absolutely insane. Do you think I would do that? Do you think I could? We haven't even broken up yet-" Y/N was crying now

"I didnt-"

"You didn't what, Harry? You didn't think? You hadn't thought about that? That's all you've been saying. That's not good enough. You should be thinking about me. But you've only been thinking about yourself, and that's the problem."

Harry was silent at that.

"Yeah, okay. You're right."

"I don't know what to tell you or how could you possibly fix this but I know that whatever is going through your head is absolutely not working for me." Y/N sighed "I just need space, Harry. I need space to stop being so fucking angry so I can see if I can even stomach forgiving you."

"Okay." He finally said "Okay, I'll leave you alone, Y/N, I promise."

Tears were spilling down her cheeks. Is this what she wanted?

"I'll call you Harry, when I'm ready. I promise I will." She meant that. Either way, she would tell him how she feels.

"I have to go." He gulped. "A few things I have to do for work."

"Sure." She sighed.

"I-" Harry hesitated and Y/Ns heart shattered at that.

"I love you too, Harry. But I think that's my issue right now. Loving you hurts too much."

Harry hung up the phone and rested his head in his hands. He only waited a moment before making the call he was sure he'd regret.

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Y/N's new job started a little over a week later. Didn't take her long to find something that was out of public access, somewhere that wouldn't get bombarded with calls and emails asking for information about her. No one would know she's hidden away in the back.

She was working in a small aquarium, identifying fish that had been rescued and direcing them to the proper rehabilitation centers in the country. She liked it way more than scuba diving.

She had her headphones in, rummaging through a textbook as she listened to Taylor Swift. Classic breakup anthems to help her through.

Her phone buzzed, but she ignored it. She was on the clock; couldn't be that important.

But then it buzzed again. And again. and again.

She groaned and finally gave in, pulling it from her back pocket.

Jesse Hey, did you see this?

Mariana Ummm ok Harry tho?? maybe I take back the long rants from before - if you don't take him back, pls give him my number

Bethany Yo did you see that Harry interview.... sorry to bring it up if you did but didn't want you to be blindsided if not. text me back!!!

Dad why does this harry boy have your name in his mouth

Brotha do we need to beat up Harry Styles or are you believing his stuntin ass

Harry hope I didn't cross any lines x I love you

Y/N stared at the screen silently as she debated watching it. She only had 16 minutes left in her shift but she wasn't sure she could wait that long.

Sighing, she clicked the video and held her breath as it began to play.

"Harry!" The host cheered as he came out. Harry looked good, really good, and Y/N cursed his stylist for doing this to her heart.

"Hello." He smiled. Y/N was sure she couldn't be the only one who knew it wasn't genuine.

"So, what's up?" The host raised his eyebrows "Got some new music coming out?"

"Not quite." Harry fiddled with his rings. He was nervous. "A couple movies, though."

"So I've heard. Not sure they can top your latest performance, though."

The screen behind played the clip of Harry's fist hitting Jesse, and Y/N winced at the impact. She hadn't seen the video yet, and it looked much worse than it seemed at the time.

"Yeah... Not my best moment" He said sheepishly. He didn't look up at the screen.

"Wanna tell me what's going on here?" The host trailed, prying for more

"Just like the final straw in'na huge series of mistakes, i guess."

Y/N couldn't tear her eyes away from how he was playing with his hands. He was very nervous.

"Vague, okay. Can you tell me who this is" The screen zoomed in to Y/N's face, catching the exact moment she realized what had gone on. She looked scared, she looked upset. Harry had never seen her look at him like that; It made him sick.

"Biggest mistake." There was a ghost of a smile on his face "I fucked up pretty bad and I guess this was my way of trying to make it up to her. Didn't work."

"Can't imagine why." The host joked

The screen flashed to the pictures of him on the beach

"Fucked up like... this?" The host asked, and Harry turned to look this time

"Yeah. They're real, to settle the debate. I cheated, and have never regretted anything more in my life."

"Damn, can't believe I didn't even know you had a girlfriend. I've been giving your number out to loads of girls who I thought you'd pair nice with."

"Thanks" Harry deadpanned "But I only have eyes for her"

"For.. her?" The screen flashed back to the earlier photo of Y/N and her stomach knotted. She hated that people knew who she was.

"Y/N, yeah." Harry said, running his hands through his hair. "There isn't much to say about it, yeah? She was perfect and it was great and I fucked it up. I tried to fix it and I fucked it up even worse."

"Well I don't know about that." The host said, the screen flashed back to the punch. "You look like a hero to me"

Something flashed in Harry, and his nostrils flared.

"That doesn't make me a hero. That doesn't make me brave. It's bad enough I have to see my lowest point back on video, but people applauded this like it's okay?" Harry licked his lips, trying to remain his composure. "Her face in that video broke my fucking heart. It doesn't make me big or manly. It makes me a coward and I'll be lucky if she ever looks at me again. She doesn't need me to defend her. She doesn't need me at all - and now she doesn't even want me, so I'm not sure why anyone thinks that this is impressive."

Y/N was surprised at Harry's vulnerability. He always shared as little as possible and he never commented on the things people said about him.

"Wow - damn. I guess yeah." The host clearly wasn't expecting that, indicating to Y/N that Harry had went off script. She couldn't help but wonder what he was supposed to say.

"It's nobody's business, and obviously I run that risk with my work, but that has nothing to do with her." He stated plainly "My mistakes aren't her mistakes. I loved her - I'm in love with her, and I fucked it up and that's the whole story."

The host nodded in agreement, and strategically narrowed the interview towards a fight scene in his upcoming movie. Y/N stopped the video there and sat in silence for a moment.

She knew this was for her. It would have blown over for him- he said it to her himself. But he would rather his reputation tank than have her name out there as anything other than the narrative he could steer it to.

Y/N cried, then. Y/N AND HARRY was trending on twitter and she couldn't bring herself to click on it. She had gained another hundred thousand followers on instagram and she wanted to throw her phone in the fish tank and just leave the face of the earth.

But she didn't. She called Harry.

"Hi" He said softly

"Hey"

"Sorry - I hope I didn't make it worse."

"You didn't." She admitted. She wasn't going to tell him that he made it any better, though. "Can I see you?'

Harry was silent for a moment. This wasn't his motive - he wasn't trying to fix anything this time. He just needed them all to stop.

"Are you sure?" He finally asked "Cuz I wasn't trying-"

"I know you weren't. And no, I'm not sure. But I want to come over, is that okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, that's okay."

"Okay, I'm on my way."

#harry styles angst #hrry styles #harry styles one shot #harry styles fic

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You best bet I'mma hop on this NSFW A-Z. I'm so excited that you're doing it honestly.

Could I pleeeeeeease request D, K, and P for darling Theo and Will?

I appreciate you and your work and I hope.you have fun working on these!

🩶 Ally

Thank you, Ally!! You are very sweet!! I hope this is fun 🙇‍♀️

These are from this nsfw abcs list.

Theo

D for Dirty [How do they dirty talk? What do they say?]

Theo has a dirty, rotten mouth when the two of you are tangled together, in a rush to feel the heat of each others skin, clumsily making it to the closest surface he can pin you against... in those moments, his mouth is at your ear while he teases you with his fingers, refusing to give his hondje what they want the most. I think he'd stray towards the territory of calling you a slut if the mood is right, talking a little down towards you about how desperate you are for his cock, how tightly your cunt squeezes around him, and how your inner walls want to milk him dry...

I think that'd be surface level, and he'd go further if you'd like him too, but I think he'd focus a lot on 'breeding' themes. ("That desperate, huh? You want me to fill you up that badly?", "we're not stopping until your cunt is dripping with my cum", etc)

(A lil basic, sorry!)

K for Kink [What’s their secret kink?]

I want to say watersports a smidge but thats not everyones cup of tea- sjekf I think he likes being spoiled, but he's often too stubborn to say so. I think if you were to spend a day fully focusing on him, after a long day of work, he'd be a bit reluctant at first, but melt quickly.

Give him a lot of focus on his neck as you slowly undress him, scolding if he seems to try and flip this back on you. Back him up to the bed, 'force' him to lay down as you give his nipples and abdomen a lot of attention... get him to the point of his cock straining against his pants, not taking it out until any 'hondje' comments are replaced with stubborn 'please's. Getting a low groan from him as your hand finally wraps around his cock, teasing his frenulum...

I think he'd enjoy getting spoiled like that.

P for Position [What is their favorite position(s) and why?]

You on top. Riding him, sitting on his face, grinding against his cock, he loves it all. I think he enjoys the thought of being your personal dildo at times, especially since he gets a nice view with plenty of pleasured sighs to hear. If you're a bit on the shy side, I think he'd take a lot of pleasure knowing you're horny and desperate enough for release to push that aside and fuck him for what he's worth.

If you're more on the confident side, I think he'd enjoy how smug about it you are. Especially if you talk down to him.

Shakespeare

(I've never written anything related to shakes and I typically avoid doing so! I apologize for these likely sounding meh)

D for Dirty [How do they dirty talk? What do they say?]

I feel as though he would go for the 'overwhelming' type of dirty talk, aiming to fluster you with the compliments he'd give you. It'd start with some teasing comments, about how much of a 'seductress' you are for tempting him to bed by wearing that, continuing towards how much you've caught his eye today. From wearing a new scent that drove him mad on the inside, to how many times he wanted your taste on his tongue that day.

I think during sex, he would dole out compliment after compliment, anywhere from how wonderful it feels to finally have his aching cock enveloped by your warmth, to describing how beautiful your desire is to him in that moment.

K for Kink [What’s their secret kink?]

I have to go for the likely obvious and say semi-public sex. I think there are a few key, and risky, places that he'd like to have his way with you, especially behind the stage... the risk of being caught would be a turn on, making the quickie the two of you have even more riling.

But, he wouldn't actually give a chance for others to see you in such a state.

P for Position [What is their favorite position(s) and why?]

I can't think of many, but spooning comes to mind. I feel like Shakespeare would enjoy making sure you can't shy away from him, while also taking his time and enjoying your body to the fullest. I think spooning would let him keep his mouth by your ear, murmuring why he loves running his hands over this and that sensitive spot of yours, asking if you're really so close to cumming again, and just a lot of the type of talk discussed in 'D'.

#might be a little basic! im sorry!#i donut think of Will that often so i apologize #ikemen vampire theo #ikevamp theo #ikemen vampire Shakespeare #ikevamp Shakespeare

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takearisk-xo · 1 year

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I've never found Pansy interesting and don't know why so much of the fandom like her. But since you'll be writing a Panville fic, I'm willing to give it a shot. I'm Genuinely curious about what you like about her. Could you give us some of the reason why you like her?

so, i'm going to get on a soapbox for a second (or a high horse)

first off, i don't think your message was combative or confrontational in any way! but i do get a little defensive when it comes to some of my preferred ships/characters (especially female characters) because i shouldn't have to justify why i like them or why i find a story arc with them as the central focus interesting. you know?

however, seeing as you do seem genuinely curious, i think it is two fold.

there is a quote from JKR about pansy and it goes something like this: "I loathe Pansy Parkinson. I don’t love Draco but I really dislike her. She’s every girl who ever teased me at school. She’s the Anti-Hermione. I loathe her." now on the surface this is a whatever statement right? how could we disagree with it? of course we loathe pansy, the narrative *wants* us to loathe pansy. she's mean! but when i think about it longer than thirty seconds i get a little cringed out. because when i was a teen, i was the anti-hermione. i liked fashion, and makeup, and traditionally feminine things, i had a large group of friends and i liked my boyfriend. i was popular in the traditional sense of the word. i don't think i was a mean girl but who hasn't ever, in their life, been mean? so does the narrative (author) loathe me as well? i feel similarly about pansy that i do about lavender, that they were written from a place of deep misogyny and by a person who bought into the YA trend that main female characters needed to *not be like other girls* to be interesting.

the other half of my enjoyment of pansy & panville is that i don't like caricatures, and i really like redemption stories. genuinely. and as a fic writer, and a person who enjoys complex characters, typically the worse a character can start out, the more i want to push every button they have until they start learning some life lessons. pansy is PERFECT for this type of story. she was awful. she was raised to be the most bigoted, vapid, vain, conniving, prejudiced bully imaginable. she tried to hand harry over to voldemort! she is every resentment and insecurity rowling had as a middle schooler personified. so, if i take all of that, and try to fit it into as realistic as a person as i can, wouldn't pansy's mindset post-war be fascinating?? does she double down on dogma and hatred, or does she start to see a life and a world without division and is desperate not to be left behind? does she remain selfish and superior? or does she maybe learn there is more than one way to be good and brave? there are facets to her personality that are very queen bee-esque and despite her many flaws and failures, she still has strengths. using subtext, and a little of my own personal experiences, we can deduce that she is: confident, driven, calculating, sometimes wildly ignorant, and not very nice. in terms of a romantic story she is exploding with potential for an opposites attract (hate to love) scenario. neville is humble, content, morally steadfast, and most of all he's kind. pansy can learn a lot from him, but at the same time, neville could benefit from someone who won't coddle his more... wallflower(?) tendencies.

now i won't go into my entire history with hp fanfiction (unless you have enough time to hear ten years worth of experiences) however, i've become pretty attached to this little corner of fic for the reasons stated above. it's no secret that i like redemption stories and enemies to lovers as a romance trope. that's just what *i* enjoy. you do not have to enjoy it. but i do think it is important to think critically about the source material before deciding whether something is worth exploring or not.

i'll leave it with this, rowling has stated on the record that: "Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons. Let them never be Stupid Girls." and this bothers the shit out of me. i don't think girls should be hermiones or pansys or ginnys or whatever the fuck. i think girls should be whoever they are and not get told that their interests, or their experiences, or their stories are unworthy of being told because they aren't the smartest person in the room. so not only is pansy an interesting character for me to explore, she also feels like a wrong that i can make right. however small of an imprint that leaves on the world. pansy feels like a representation of what femininity is when it is defined at its worst and i intend to tear it to fucking shreds.

TLDR; pansy reinforces girl on girl hate for no other reason than vilification of teenagers, redemption arcs are fucking fire, and the idea of one character's weaknesses being another character's strength is SUCH a good foundation for romance.

thanks for the question <3

#in defense of pansy parkinson #anon #answered

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samseabxrn · 5 months

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hi bestie i have QUESTIONS!! congrats on a great year for writing ❤️ and also a great year because i got to meet you ❤️

1. favorite fic you wrote this year

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

Howdy Rowan and thank you!! I'm so happy we met 🫂 You’re def a big reason I kept creating this year!

1. favorite fic you wrote this year This is tough but I think… and it’s peaceful in the deep. I’m proud of it because I planned it more than most fics I write lol, and I am really happy with the end result. I think a lot of times i kind of miss the mark with what I originally intended… I do like that because I like seeing what results and what people take away from it. But with this fic, I told the story I originally intended to tell, and I was really proud of that focus.

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t I went trawling in the trenches for this lol, I forget a lot of ideas when I move on from them. I had a Mass Effect longfic I started that went through all the games, and I ended up doing the same thing as I did for DA, using it as a springboard… I think I also had some Bollywood fics I never finished, and two separate DA modern AU/romcom-type things that lost steam. (One was supposed to be an exchange fic inspired by Four Weddings and a Funeral, but I couldn't get it to work in time) I also had a western AU for DA that fizzled out, so that’s fun.

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year From the care and feeding of lovebirds… I think I’ve posted this before, but I really like the vibes lol:

Simran puts a disc into the player—Madonna, The Cranberries, The Goo Goo Dolls, she’s squirreling them away with a little part of each paycheck.

Maybe once a week, she’ll put on one of her old tapes, something swing, or one of her father’s songs—she listens to them for only half a minute or so before she has to switch them off, and only when she’s alone, only when she can put the hurt away for later. She can never seem to hide these things from Raj. She only has one tape from her father, and it's been in the box long enough it's beginning to gather the lightest layer of dust.

Raj comes through the door just as the soft chords of “Linger” filter into the air, dripping water into the entryway. She can imagine him standing on the mat, beads of water on his coat catching the hallway light as he slips out of his shoes, and it’s all a poem: the rolling thunder underscoring the music, the fat drops rolling down the leaves and pouring from their waxy surfaces—

—right onto her face, and she opens her eyes to find Raj grinning down at her, his dimples on full display as a trickle of water disappears down her blouse.

“Chi—“ she scolds him as she pushes his head away, “I’ll have to clean all that up—“

“I’ll mop it,” he promises, folding one hand over hers where it still rests on his face. He presses his cheek to hers and she can smell his cologne, shivers at the cold dampness of his chest pressing into her back as she lets her eyes fall shut again.

“Come here,” she gently urges, tugging at his hand until he circles the sofa and sits next to her, and then until he lies down with her, both of them hopelessly wet now and bringing the upholstery down with them.

“How was it?”

“It was good,” she whispers, enjoying the soft puffs of his breath on her skin. “I liked the passage they picked.” She came home straight after the exam, the rain discouraging her from any larks to a cafe or the library.

“I was going to stop by the bakery on the way home, but this is an even sweeter surprise,” he says in a syrupy voice. She scoffs even while her chest flushes with warmth.

“Do you want me here waiting for you every day?” she teases.

“As nice as it would be to be greeted by the moon herself every night,” and he brushes a kiss across her cheek as she laughs, “Never. I’d never want to take you from school like that. From your life.”

“You’re my life, too.”

“Not like that,” he says, his voice so fond that she feels she could do anything right now and he’d not have a word against her. “Do you want to order in for dinner?” And he’s off to the latest banal concern, and she’ll never quite get used to how he sees the world, flipping through matters of such gravity and the smallest things like flicking on a switch.

“It’s not Friday.” Can we afford it, will we be good enough to cook Friday instead—

“We can swing it,” he says. “You like Indian?”

She tosses her pillow at his head.

#thank you bestie!!#i can't believe it's been a year #my writing

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torscrawls · 1 year

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Devil, meet Ghost Ch.2

The second (and last) chapter of my Danny Phantom and Daredevil crossover.

I hope you think this crossover is as much fun as I do!!

Words: 3 853

Can be read on AO3!

Chapter 2 / 2

Sadly, he didn't have to wait for long before calling Danny.

Matt had sensed the same type of disturbance he had before; a static cold spot that smelled of what he was now able to identify as ectoplasm. The being was down by the docs, seemingly messing around with something close to a warehouse that Matt knew belonged to the Hand.

After a quick—and no doubt blurry—photograph to Foggy, his friend had confirmed that it was the same vampire-looking ghost that had fought for the Hand, and against Danny.

He had debated with himself for a brief second if he should attack the ghost or not, but memories of how useless he had been during the last confrontation and of how he had promised Foggy to try and be smarter about his fights won out. It might also have helped that Foggy called him up and basically demanded that he call for backup. His friend knew him too well.

So Matt had hurried to put a bit of distance between himself and the probably hostile ghost, but not enough so that he lost track of him, and searched his phone for Danny's number.

He frowned when he couldn't find it under D for Danny, and then he remembered that he was also called Phantom, so he looked under P. Nothing. After that he started going through his contacts one after the other and had just started to think that maybe the boy had somehow gotten into his phone to delete his own contact information when the phone speaker read out “Casper”.

Matt paused. Foggy had entered him as Casper, because of course he had. After their last encounter, Foggy had explained to him that Danny did indeed look like a regular teenager, albeit more glowing and with green shining eyes and white hair.

Matt thought that sounded a bit extra, but when he'd said as much Foggy had simply laughed, called him a hypocrite, and pointed at his horns, and that was that.

Matt shook his head, pressed call, and prayed that Danny’s offer of help still stood.

“Hello?” Danny’s voice asked over the phone and Matt winced as he held the device and the grating static sound that came from it away from his ears. “Mr. Daredevil?”

He took a second to suppress his reaction and then brought the phone closer again. “Hello Phantom.”

“Oh! Hi!” Danny said and Matt could hear the enthusiasm clear as day, even through the phone speaker and the bad reception. “Nice to hear from you! Mr. Sir.” A muttered curse and then, “What—what can I help you with?”

Jesus Christ. How young was this kid?

He's dead, a small voice in the back of his head ruthlessly reminded him. Matt pushed it back down and said, “I think I have one of yours here. The one from last time.”

A groan floated through the speaker. “Vlad again?”

Matt thought Danny might have mentioned that name before in relation to the ghost that worked together with the Hand. “Sure. I think so.” Or Foggy thought so. “I didn't stay around to make sure. He didn't see me,” he added before Danny could ask.

“That's probably for the best.” Danny heaved a sigh before asking, “Okay, where are you? Somewhere in Hell's Kitchen, right?”

“Yeah. Down by the docs.”

“Alright. I'll be right over.”

“How are you—?” But Danny had hung up before he had the time to ask him how long it would take for him to get there.

Matt cursed under his breath. Teenagers. Foggy better appreciate this. But that was all the thoughts he had the time for before the very air around him suddenly seemed to ripple and then split.

Which really was just the closest description he could think of, but in reality; Matt had no idea what was going on. One second, there had been nothing, just a regular alley on a regular night, and then there had been a pulse through the air. Like a stone getting thrown into a pond and rippling the surface of the water, only the air was the water and Matt was left unmoored by the displacement of a stone that shouldn’t be there.

And then the thing opened. From one moment to the next, the whole street was awash in an impossible wind, carrying with it the sound of screams and rushing, viscous liquid, and—bizarrely—the sound of countless doors opening and closing.

The smell of ectoplasm was suddenly overpowering.

Matt felt himself stagger, completely thrown by what he was picking up as his senses tried to tell him that something much larger than the street was now in front of him, but then, just as suddenly as it arrived, it disappeared again without a trace; leaving the alley he had been standing in completely empty and deceptively normal. Except for the one extra being that hadn't been there a second ago.

A being that smelled of ectoplasm, coffee, and cheap burgers.

Matt rained his senses back in with some difficulty and took in the form of Danny floating right in front of him with his hands held out towards Matt cautiously. “Dude, are you okay? I thought you said he hadn't seen you. Are you hurt?”

Matt shook his head as he tried to catch his breath. “Holy—what just happened?!”

“Oh, yeah, sorry. That was a portal.” Danny gave an awkward laugh. “I guess they can be a bit startling if you have never seen one before.”

“A portal? To where?!”

“The ghost zone,” Danny said, far too casually.

Matt took a couple of steadying breaths. “And what’s that?”

“Oh, that’s where ghosts live.”

A portal. To hell. In his neighborhood. Father Lantom would never believe this one.

Danny snapped him out of his spiraling thoughts by clapping his hands and asking, “So, where is the old maniac?”

Matt decided to put his great skills of compartmentalizing to use—no, Foggy, it wasn’t repression—and led the way. He could panic about all of this later.

The silence lasted for all of fifteen seconds before Danny broke it with a worried, “What if he's moved on?” Then he paused, snorted, and said, “Well, not literally of course. Don’t get me wrong, I would be delighted, but the bastard doesn’t seem to know that the words ‘moving on’ even exists!”

Matt shook his head. “He hasn't.”

“How can you possibly know that?”

“I just do,” Matt said, refusing to explain himself further, not mentioning the fact that he could still hear Vlad rooting around by the warehouse and monologuing the whole time. Something about saving someone named Maddie and getting rid of an oaf.

“Wow! How enlightening!” Danny said with exaggerated enthusiasm.

When Matt refused to answer, Danny groaned and continued with a grumpy, “Well, if you say so Mr. Mysterious.”

Matt had to physically stop himself from heaving an audible sigh. “Just keep on walking.”

“Rude!” Danny exclaimed before his voice turned smug, “Besides, I don't walk.”

Matt was well aware, seeing as he was unable to completely relax with the figure hovering next to him and the way that he didn’t even displace the air as he moved. “Float then, or whatever it is you're doing.”

“Wow. Who murdered your sense of humor?” Danny snorted. “Murder. Get it? Cause I’m dead?”

Matt didn't even deign that with an answer.

They stopped a short distance away from where Vlad was busying himself going through what sounded, and smelled like, the Hand's garbage container and Danny stuck his head through a wall to sneakily peek out the other side to avoid attracting his attention.

After a few seconds of silence Danny pulled his head back out of the wall with a heavy sigh. “It's Vlad, alright.”

“What is he planning?”

“Who knows what that crazy old man is thinking. Probably nothing good.” Danny hesitated before he continued, “You said the… Foot, or whatever they were called? The ninjas? That they were involved in resurrections and stuff, right?”

“Yes?”

“I'm not sure what he's doing right now, but…” Danny trailed off and when he continued he was almost speaking too fast to follow and with an audible grimace on his face, “but it wouldn’t surprise me if he wants to make my mom immortal.”

“...What?”

“Hahaha! Yeah… I thought about it a bit after our last meeting and it's the most likely reason! That old man has a crippling fear of being alone. But I’ll take care of it! Don't worry about it!”

“How can I not worry about it when you say something like that?!”

Matt didn't like it one bit. There was an unknown, possibly hostile entity in his neighborhood, someone with unknown capabilities and powers. Someone who evidently was working with the Hand. Matt straightened up, readying his clubs. “We should stop him. Now.”

“I should stop him,” Danny corrected. “You should stay back and keep from getting overshadowed.”

Matt frowned, not liking the sound of that. “Overshadowed?”

Danny waved his hand in the air as he listed off, “Taken over, possessed, made into a meat puppet, you know, the typical ghostly deal.”

“He can do that?” You can do that, he thought but didn't say.

If the defensive tone in Danny's voice was any indication, he had still heard it. “Hey, I'll have you know that respectable ghosts don't engage in such behavior! At least I don't.”

“Well, that's… reassuring.”

He had decidedly not expected some sort of demonic possession.

“Just stay back and out of sight and you should be fine.”

Matt had never been very good at doing what he’d been told. Just ask Foggy. So, as Danny flew down the street and towards Vlad, Matt quietly crept after him.

He was careful to keep back and keep quiet and out of sight. He might be a bit too curious and meddling for his own good but he wasn't stupid, no matter what Foggy said, and he trusted that Danny knew better than him on how to best approach the situation. That didn't mean that he was comfortable leaving it all up to a teenager, no matter if he was dead or alive.

He could hear Danny talking to Vlad, a biting conversation quickly turning to angry shouting and then devolving into a fight in less than a minute. Almost impressive.

Matt inched closer at the same time as Danny took a hit to the stomach, hard enough to double him over before he promptly got kicked into a wall. Matt tensed. He couldn't simply stand back while a kid fought his battles for him. Maybe he could sneak closer and get the jump on the guy before—

“Oh, and who's this?” Vlad asked with an audible smirk. Matt froze.

Shit. He had been spotted.

“Get back!” Danny screamed and Matt almost took a stumbling step back, thinking about possession and all the horror movies Foggy had narrated for him.

But he knew he wouldn't be able to get away from a being that could literally fly through walls and all a stumbling retreat would accomplish would be to force Matt to start the fight on the wrong foot.

And then Vlad was lunging towards him and Matt threw one of his billy clubs, cursing when it went right through the ghost and doing nothing in stopping his advance. Vlad reached out with one hand and Matt tensed for a hit or a push or, anything really as it connected with him, but instead the hand graced his suit, then his skin, and then continued on into his chest as if Matt wasn’t even there and Matt barely had the time to panic before he heard Danny suck in a deep breath and then–

Pure noise.

It was a scream in the same way that a tornado was a breeze. That is to say; it was the same principle, but on a completely different scale.

Matt clamped his hands to the sides of his helmet and bent over in a vain attempt to protect his ears. Danny must have released some sort of sonic boom.

The sound echoed inside his skull, doubling in on itself and multiplying until it was all he could focus on, until it was his whole world.

Matt had no idea when the sound stopped, or even if it stopped, as it continued to ring inside his head. He was effectively deaf to everything else around him so when a hand suddenly landed on his arm, Matt immediately lashed out, reluctantly letting go of his aching ear to deliver a jab to the person attacking him.

His hand connected with flesh that was much too cold to be normal, it felt like he had just hit a corpse.

That's when his scrambled brain remembered Danny.

Matt paused, his hand unconsciously going back to his ear as he tried to focus on his surroundings.

His hearing might be temporarily shot but he still had the rest of his senses, and if there was one thing he had learnt early on after losing his sight—and one thing that Stick had made sure to drill into his very bones—it was to not be reliant on just a single sense. He had fought enough people that were overly reliant on their sight to know where that led.

He sucked in a deep breath and forced himself to focus.

There was a cold spot in front of him, the vibrations from whatever it was that resided in the center of ghosts’ chests thrummed away just in front of Matt. And it was the only such being he could make out in the area around him, which meant that one of the ghosts had been defeated. But was it Danny or Vlad?

He sniffed the air and underneath the offensive smell of ectoplasm Matt could pick up on the distinct smell of coffee and cheap burgers. “Danny?”

The thrumming got faster and the being moved. Nodded? It was hard to tell the details when he just had the airflow to go on. Matt held out a tentative hand in front of him.

A gloved hand grabbed it back. No attack, no sudden pain. Just grounding pressure.

He wasn't alone. Matt hated how much that helped in easing the tightness in his chest, enough for him to admit, out loud, “I can’t hear you.”

Danny moved again, but exactly what he was doing was lost on Matt. Maybe a thumbs up? Pointing at something?

“Give me a second.”

Matt had no way of knowing if Danny had heard him or not, but thankfully Danny seemed to take the hint that Matt needed some space and backed off, leaving him to himself. He crouched down, tearing the gloves off his hands and placing them on the ground to better feel the vibrations around them, sent up a prayer that the loss of his hearing wasn't permanent, and waited.

Sounds slowly filtered back in, first a ringing tone that seemed to come from nowhere, filling his ears and head but still a welcomed change after the silence. After a few more minutes, Matt picked up on what first sounded like a forest stream or the sea; a constant ebb and flow of noise.

A minute later and he realized it was Danny talking to him, an endless stream of observations and innate chatter interspersed with questions about how he was feeling and apologies for hurting him.

Matt almost sobbed with relief when he started to be able to make out the words, sending up a heartfelt thank you to his—at the moment—benevolent God as he listened to Danny's voice. He was grateful for the distraction that it provided as it gave him something to focus on outside of the throbbing ringing still echoing in his head.

When Matt finally shook his head and rose back up to his feet his hearing was still muffled compared to normal, which meant it was about as good as a normal person's. Which in turn meant that he could get this conversation over with and actually make his way home. He turned so that he was facing Danny and said, “Well. That sure was something.”

“Welcome back,” Danny said, and he sounded so immensely relieved as he said it that Matt immediately felt guilty for worrying him.

But he pushed those feelings aside and instead gruffly said, “A warning would have been nice.” He knew that Danny didn't know about his hearing, but whatever that had been had been loud, even by normal standards.

“I'm sorry. I just—I couldn't let him possess you,” Danny said, and he really sounded regretful.

Matt thought of the sensation of Vlad reaching into his chest and shuddered. “Then I guess I owe you a thank you.”

“You’re welcome. What—” Danny hesitated. “What happened? Are you…like, okay? I know the wail can be a bit...jarring, but I’ve never seen anyone react like that.”

Matt hesitated, but he knew he owed him at least a half-decent explanation. He guessed getting home would have to wait a little while longer. On the upside; his hearing was getting better by the second. “I’m fine. I just have sensitive ears.”

Danny gave a slightly strangled laugh. “You don’t say. Still, I’m sorry I hurt you.”

He could tell Danny knew that wasn’t the whole story, but he didn’t press for any more information, just accepted what Matt had given him.

Matt’s respect for the boy immediately increased. Then he remembered the enemy they had been fighting and tensed up again, but he couldn’t sense the other ghost anywhere close by. “What happened to Vlad?”

Danny patted a cylinder of some sort at his hip. “Don't worry. I souped him.”

“...Do I want to know what that means?”

“I put him in the thermos,” Danny said as he once again patted the something hanging by his waist.

It didn't make Matt feel secure in whether he would be a problem in the future or not.

Thankfully, Danny continued with, “I’ll talk to him and make sure he gets back to where he belongs. He won’t cause any more trouble. At least not here…”

Matt hesitated. It went against everything he believed in to just let this child take a violent individual and dole out his own sense of justice on him. That should be the responsibility of the police, of the court, of the whole justice system that Matt fought so hard to uphold every day. But the law didn’t include ghosts, did it? They had no system in place to handle something like this, and until they did… Well. Matt decided to give Danny the benefit of the doubt and trust that he had experience in how to handle it. “Then I guess I'll leave him to you.”

For some reason, that made Danny pause; frozen in place in the air for a split second before a wide smile stretched his cheeks. The thrumming in the boy’s chest increased in frequency as he said, “You trust me…? I won’t let you down! Promise!”

And the happiness and utter sincerity in Danny’s voice made him sure that it had been the right choice. Besides, Matt didn’t know the first thing about ghosts and if it wasn’t for Danny who knew what kind of trouble Vlad could have caused. So he swallowed some of his pride and said, “Thank you, really. You’ve been a great help.” He had a feeling the kid really needed to hear it.

Which was confirmed by the heavy silence, followed by a slightly strained, “You’re welcome.” And then Danny laughed and continued with a slightly false cheerful tone, “But next time, maybe actually stay back.”

And Matt could hear the teasing in his voice, but that didn’t stop him from snapping back, “I'm not gonna stand back while some kid does all the hard work and gets knocked into walls and—” He cut himself off, breathing hard, abruptly turning his face away.

Danny opened his mouth, closed it again, but the minute details of his expression evaded Matt. After a few seconds of silence he heard a slightly disbelieving, “Were you… worried about me?”

“No,” came Matt's immediate response. Too immediate.

“Dude! Who's the bad liar now?” Danny laughed and Matt bristled until Danny continued with, “I promise, I can take care of myself.”

Matt felt the fight leave him, and when he spoke again it was much softer than before. “Sure. But I didn't know that. And you are a minor.”

At least he was fairly sure he was. He had no idea what the law said about a minor that was technically dead. Did it count as a health issue? He would have to read through some books and go through some cases, but he doubted this situation had ever come up before, not to mention made its way into the legal system.

Danny was quiet for long enough that Matt had time to start worrying if he had said something offensive before he hesitantly said, “Nobody ever cares about that.”

Matt had been ready for ridicule, for posturing, for Danny to reassure him that he didn't need anyone looking out for him, that he was strong enough. But instead, what he got was a child with gratitude in his voice and Matt had the sudden and horrifying realization that this was a kid who wasn't used to adults looking out for him.

That was… hm.

Matt could admit that he had limited experience to draw from on how to comfort a child, so he settled for something he himself would have liked to hear growing up. A simple, “Well, I do.”

And God dammit, he could hear the catch in the boy’s throat at that admission.

But before he could point anything out, no doubt making the both of them extremely uncomfortable in the process, Danny straightened up and when he spoke his voice was back to a carefree tone, “Call me if any more ghosts show up.”

“I will,” Matt nodded, and after only a slight hesitation added, “Take care.”

Danny laughed. “Why? I'm dead.”

Matt failed to see what that had to do with anything. He was very obviously still a person. “So?”

Danny hesitated again and some of the earlier vulnerability could be heard beneath his facade of cheerfulness as he said, in a distinctly choked up voice, “Thanks. You too. Take care, I mean.”

Matt nodded and turned and disappeared into the closest shadows before he could do something embarrassing like ask if he could buy him some food or ask if he had a home or if he needed any help, or—God forbid—ask if he wanted a hug. He had an image to uphold, after all.

After a while, after he had moved a few blocks away he could hear Danny say, very obviously to himself, “He's so cool. I can’t wait to tell the others!”

Matt smiled and made a mental note to call and check up on the boy soon.

#dp #danny phantom #dp x dd #danny phantom x daredevil #daredevil #my writing

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