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sparrowofthedawnsworld · 4 months

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Last Minute Changes - Jake Kiszka’s Version

A/N: Remember when I said Sam was Tchaikovsky: The Nutcracker coded?? Yeah, well… So is Jake, and since we have now experienced so much Ballerina Jake on stage, I just couldn’t help myself. Also disclaimer, I haven’t done ballet in 5+ years now, so please forgive me if I misname anything. Also, if you are not familiar with the Nutcracker pas de deux, I have linked it HERE for you to go watch (I recommend watching it before reading this, if you have the time or even just the desire to!). Please excuse any errors as always, and I hope you all like it! <3

WARNINGS: Excessive language, excessive practicing, some name calling (bitch, asshole, etc), hate!fucking, asshole!Jake, degradation, fingering, edging, slight mirror play, overstimulation, choking, biting, sort of public sex? sex in a studio, unprotected sex.

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“You two will be excellent together!” You can hear the smile in your choreographer’s voice. At least one of you is excited. “Well, have a lovely day, dear and I will see you back tomorrow to continue rehearsals.”

You say your goodbyes and hang up the phone, immediately sighing to yourself as you toss your phone to the side.

This is just great, you think to yourself.

What are the odds that the original Cavalier would suffer an injury and have to back out and Jake of all people, will be the one stepping in. It’s a serious lose/lose situation for all parties involved.

It has been quite some time since you’ve worked with Jake Kiszka, but to your knowledge he is no different than he used to be. Arrogant, cocky and an absolute asshole. Not to mention, the extensive hours that he chooses to practice are arguably a little unhealthy and excessive. Though, you have to give a nod to the way he strives for perfection. He’s one of the most talented dancers within the Ballet company the two of you work for. It’s admirable in its own sort of fucked up way.

Not that you don’t strive for that same level of perfection, you just have a different view and approach on how to get there.

After a moment or two of sulking, you decide to call Danny. A fellow dancer at your company and one of your best friends - but also a pretty close friend of Jake’s, you’re almost certain.

The phone barely rings twice before an excited Danny is answering the phone.

“Hello?” Danny’s voice finally cuts through, warm and genuine. As it always is.

“Hey! So uhm…” you start to trail off. “You know Anthony, right ? The guy who was originally the Cavalier?”

“I do, why? What happened?” He asks, concern and curiosity seeping into the way he speaks. “You sound kinda upset...”

“Oh, I’m definitely upset… Anthony has an injury and is being required to take a break…” you pause for a moment, before adding more details. “I mean, he seemed to be in some pain when we were practicing last night, but he told me not to worry.” A long sigh pushes out of your lungs. “But, now Jake is Cavalier...”

What you can only assume is slightly stunned silence, takes over his end of the phone.

“Jake…?” He questions finally. You can practically see his raised eyebrows and wide eyes. “Jake is Cavalier now?”

“Yeah…” You confirm, sighing heavily at the incredibly draining thought of it. “Danny, I don’t even know what to do.”

“Are you joking? What do you mean you ‘don’t know what to do?’” Danny practically scoffs at your words. “You’ve always wanted this part. You would really let Jake ruin this for you? That’s kinda ridiculous, bug.” He scolds you. “Not only that, but you’re already well into rehearsals. You’ve only got a few days left before dress rehearsals start up.”

“Danny, Have you not worked with him?!” You laugh humorously into the phone. “He’s an ass. A complete and total fucking ass.”

Danny laughs at your little outburst, immediately taking up for his friend. “I have and… yes, he can be a lot to handle, but he’s a perfectionist. Everything he does on stage has to be perfect, in his mind.”

You bite at your bottom lip, not at all soothed by Danny’s words whatsoever. You’d made up your mind about Jake and that was that.

“You two will be phenomenal together,” Danny says, breaking the moment of silence. “Give it a go. Don’t just throw away your dreams of doing sugar plum just because of this.”

“I’m really not… it’s just… I really don’t wanna have to do that pas de deux with Jake.” His name spits out of you with pure distaste, making Danny laugh lightly. You can imagine the gentle shake of his head, too.

“Like I said… you two will be amazing,” Danny reiterates, tone warm and genuine. “Don’t stress it too much. Just do what you do best and I’m sure everything will be cool.”

The first few days of rehearsing with Jake go… well, anything but smoothly. Things are rocky and feel out of place, some parts of the routine having to be changed to suite you and Jake, instead of you and your original partner, Anthony.

And today’s practice rolls around too quickly, just like the last three days have. You go to bed, only to wake up feeling like you only slept for a solid five minutes, before you have to get up and reconvene with Jake all over again.

For the first time since joining this professional company, it feels like actual work. Not that it isn’t always work, but you’ve not ever felt this genuinely frustrated by the thought of going to the studio.

The door of the building slams closed behind you, finally separating you from the chilly, early December air.

You make your way down the long hallway, towards the room that your instructor had originally assigned for you and Anthony to use for practicing your Pas De Deux, but has now been for you and Jake.

As you reach the door, you can’t hear anything from the other side of it, and you wonder if Jake is even around yet. In all fairness, you are incredibly early. However, you’ve come to know that Jake takes early to a whole new level.

You open up the door to find he’s nowhere to be seen. Though he isn’t present just yet, realization is like a slap across the face, as it has been each day since you’ve started rehearsing with Jake.

It hits you in a brand new wave. Every. Single Day: This is really happening. You are stuck with Jake from now, until the end of the run.

But, there’s never enough time to dwell on what’s already in motion - which you’ve come to realize that it’s probably better off that way. You shove all the thoughts and feelings stirring up, as far back as they will go, placing your bag and coffee down, so you can begin getting ready to warm up.

Unfortunately for you, not nearly enough time passes before the sound of the door handle is beckoning for your attention and Jake is stepping through the doorway.

You turn to face him, a tight lipped smile being the only thing he offers you as he turns around to close the door. So, you return the half-assed smile and go back to putting on your pointe shoes and stretching out.

The more you spend time rehearsing with him, the more you realize that truly, he’s absolutely gorgeous. Quite possibly the most beautiful man you’ve ever had the pleasure of dancing with. But, it isn’t really feeling so much like a pleasure to actually be dancing with him.

You swallow down the annoyance already bubbling up, “Do you need to warm-“

“I warmed up already,” Jake cuts you off before you can even finish your question. “I’ve been here for a while working on my variation.”

He places his things down, then makes his way over to you.

The annoyance floods right back in like it never even left, “Alright, then.”

“Let’s work on those new pieces we added.” It comes out as a command, setting your body even more ablaze.

“No need to get all bossy, Jacob.” You bite rather harshly. “That’s what I’m here for. Not to just bullshit around.”

“I wasn’t-“ Jake stops himself short, the two words sounding very defensive and annoyed.

The audacity for HIM to be annoyed.

He sucks in a sharp breath, trying to calm himself. “I wasn’t trying to be commanding.”

“Whatever.” You glare up at him, filling the space between you with even more tension.

“We can just carefully skim through the whole thing, sans the lifts, if you’d like.”

He stares at you with what can only be read as a stunned expression for a moment, before shrugging his shoulders and reaching up to roll the sleeves of his shirt.

“Ready?” Jake extends his hand out towards you, while clearly trying his best to release the unwanted tension in his shoulders.

You take his hand and let him guide you, stepping through slowly until you reach the first lift.

“Aaaand we’re skipping this part,” Jake sings in a mumble, moving with you into the next few steps.

You move with him flawlessly through it all, letting him guide you around the floor. It might even feel nice, if it isn’t for the raging distaste you have for him.

The softness of the which he handles you, doesn’t go unnoticed, though. You notice it almost right away and it slips you into a distracted daze, focusing more on the way his face keeps a calm and even expression and his body moves so fluently.

“Shit!” Jake hisses suddenly, quickly followed by a gasp from you as you bump into his body, causing you both to stumble. “Are you even paying attention?! Goddamn.”

“You grabbed my arm wrong.” You lie quickly, smirking internally as you watch pure annoyance start to show itself all over his face at even the suggestion that he’d messed up.

“You’re joking, right?” Jake snaps at you, practically burning holes into your head with his intense stare.

“No, I’m not joking.” You fire back, trying to make your eyes just as cold and harsh as his are, “There’s a lift there, Jacob.”

Any sort of normal, appropriate volume for the space the two of you occupy is suddenly out of the window completely.

“We aren’t even doing the fucking lifts right now!” Jake’s hands fly into the air dramatically.

“Jesus Christ. This is already giving me a fucking headache.” Your fingers rub at your temples and you fight to not raise you voice like Jake just had. “Let’s just start over? We can do the damn lifts this time, if that makes you happier.”

“Just don’t fucking kill yourself.” Jake mumbles, adjusting the bun hanging lowly at the back of his head.

“If something happens to me, it’ll be because you’ve dropped me.” You scoff, emphasizing with an intense eye roll. “And I wouldn’t put that past you.”

For once, you seem to have stunned him into silence for a brief moment.

“Are you not capable of just fucking practicing?” Jake questions, dropping his arms down to his sides, his shoulders slumping. “Or is it always just going to be a bitching contest?” He takes a step closer to you, pointing and finger at your face. “Because if so, I fucking quit. They can find you a new partner.”

There’s barely a beat of crippling silence before he’s adding on, “And good luck getting your shit together with him before dress rehearsal in three days.”

Your jaw drops as shock washes over you. The first instinct of your body is to simply just reach up and smack him, however, it’s not worth the consequences that will surely follow such an action.

Getting down on the floor, you start frantically untying your pointe shoes.

“What are you doing?” Jake’s volume is still a little too loud for a place of work. “Get up.”

“I have a fucking better idea-“ You pull both pointe shoes off quickly and stand back up. “Find yourself a new partner, dick.”

With that, you storm over to your bag and drop your pointe shoes inside. You grab your regular shoes and your bag, not even turning back to look at him as you make your way to the door.

So much force is put behind your movements as you jerk the door open and slam it closed as you leave.

“Woah, there, hot stuff…” Josh greets you, with an air of caution to his tone. “What’s got you so pissed off?”

“Your twin.” You respond flatly. No emotion for him to gauge in your tone whatsoever as you continue storming down the hallway.

“Right, right… Cause he got…” he sighs, trailing off.

“Yeah…”

“How about we go take a little break?” Josh suggests as he catches up with you, stopping you in your tracks. “I was about to go grab some coffee on my way home, but you can come along and i’ll just bring you back here after?”

Though, you aren’t sure if you’ll even want to come back yet, you give him a slight nod, and that’s all he needs before his arm is motioning for you to follow him.

The two of you walk to his car in silence for a minute, until you’re both inside and buckled in.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Josh asks as he starts his car.

A strained sigh forces its way out of your lungs.

“I mean…He’s just…” you pause, trying to word yourself carefully as you don’t want to disrespect Josh by talking so harshly about his brother.

But Josh beats you to the proper words you’re searching so hard for. “Hard to work with?”

You hold back the scoff that bubbles up in your throat. “Yeah… Yeah, that’s one way to put it.”

Much to your surprise, a genuine giggle leaves Josh’s lips as he drives through the little bit of lunch hour traffic lingering on the streets of the city.

“You don’t have to sugar coat it, love,” he assures you, flashing you a quick smile. “I know he can be a bit… mm…difficult.”

“He acts like I’m not also just as much of a perfectionist! I don’t get it!” Your hands gesture up for emphasis, slamming back down into your lap with a soft smack. “I felt like I was having to walk on egg shells earlier.”

“I wish I could sit here and tell you that things will get better, but…” Josh trails off, running his hand over his face. “This part is stressing him out. He never expected to be doing it… I know he doesn’t want to fuck it up. Now, that doesn’t excuse his actions, but just…give him some time. He will loosen up eventually. Hopefully…”

Despite Josh’s words being true, you don’t feel as though they’ve really soothed you very much, if at all.

“You haven’t danced with him in a really long time, either and you dance differently now. I mean that in a good way, but Jake is also having to learn how you work now, on top of everything on his end.” Josh adds, having sensed the uncertainty still lingering on your face.

“I’m not going to lie to you… I’ve been fucking up, too.” You tell him honestly. “Like our routine.”

Josh looks over at you, clearly surprised. “You? You’ve been fucking up?” He questions. “How? I watched you and Anthony do it just last week and it was beautiful!”

“I… I don’t know. I guess Jake just… makes me nervous?” You admit.

Josh turns his face towards the window, trying to hide the grin tugging at his lips until he can collect himself.

But before Josh even has the chance to formulate a response to that, you’re asking him the question that’s been burning your brain since you left the studio.

“Do you think he’ll still be there when we get back?” You ask him softly. The fear of having to go to your director and explain such an outburst between you and Jake, settling deep within your bones. Or worse, Jake has already gone to someone and explained the situation, ultimately kicking you from your role.

“I can assure you, he’ll be there when we get back.” Josh answers seriously. “He isn’t going anywhere.

The conversation about Jake drops for the remainder of your little adventure. Until you’re watching the studio slowly come back into your line of sight, as Josh drives the two of you back.

“What if he’s still mad?” You can’t help but bring the situation back to the surface.

Josh’s shoulders slump slightly, and he seems to be thinking about the best way to answer you. Because the sickening truth is, even he knows that Jake is probably still boiling below the surface, just waiting for another fuck up from you, or anyone else, to send him exploding all over again.

“Just… Don’t go back in guns blazing…” He tells you, trying to choose his words carefully. “Try to be level headed and just get as much practice in as you can. The more you dance, the less room you leave for talking…or an argument. Ya know, whichever... And hopefully, the nerves will ease up little by little, then he won’t have anything to be a shithead over.”

“Right. Because that really worked earlier.” You finally let the scoff you’ve been choking back slip out. “I’ll try again, anyway. Thank you, Josh.”

“Anytime, love. Anytime.” He waves you off with a smile as you close the door and head back inside.

“Hey!”

Just before you step inside, you hear Josh calling for you and you turn around to face him.

“If you need me to come back and beat his ass, just call!”

Your head falls back as a genuine laugh explodes from your lungs. The most you’ve laughed all day, really, and it feels lovely.

Shaking your head, it’s your turn to wave him off, trying to get inside before the cold starts to make your bones ache any more than it already has.

It’s quiet, as you’re reaching the later hours of the afternoon, daylight just barely lingering still.

You make your way down the hall, back to the dreaded, mirrored, room that you and Jake have to continue to share. Assuming he’s still here… or he hasn’t had you replaced and you just don’t know it yet.

When you reach the door, you can hear the familiar song playing from the other side. The doorknob is freezing cold beneath your hand, a drastic contrast to the heat of anger still somehow lingering in your body. Shoving it open slowly, careful not to disturb who you can only assume is Jake, you peak your head in first to see him practicing all on his own.

His movements are flawless. Each step he takes and every movement of his arms, so precise and strong. The white tights he’s wearing accentuate the muscles running throughout his legs, his black t-shirt hugging his shoulders just so. He holds himself with utmost confidence, his eyes never casting themselves to the floor, looking out into an imaginary audience, or at an imaginary partner, when his attention is meant to be focused on her.

Suddenly, you become very aware that you wish to be the one under that gentle, but attentive gaze of his - completely unlike the way he had looked at you earlier. While you may be his partner, he won’t ever look at you that way -gentle and attentive- until he’s on stage and even then, it likely won’t feel real. It will be nothing but acting. It stings, but you shove the sour feeling deep down inside you and step fully back into the room.

“Can you turn the music off for a second?” You ask him, trying to keep a cool and collected tone.

The sound of annoyance Jake lets out doesn’t miss your ears, despite the music still playing.

He walks over and pauses the music, turning to you with an expectant look - just waiting for you to have a damn good reason for essentially asking him to stop what he had been doing. As if the two of you don’t have a lot more work to do.

“I’m…sorry for earlier.” The words are a bit strained as they leave you. What’s to be expected, though? You don’t really want to apologize to him, but you know it’s the right thing to do.

“It’s alright.” Jake mutters, barely nodding his head in acknowledgement to your apology. “I’m sorry, too. Let’s just get back to it, yeah?”

You’re stunned for a moment by his returned apology, having not expected him to give you one at all. Although, you can’t bring yourself to open space for any hope that things are maybe going to get better from here. That’s something you won’t believe until you see it happening consistently. Besides, there’s still an obvious hint of something unpleasant in his tone.

“Yeah, okay…” you agree, sitting your things down. “If you want, we can just work on the lifts for a while… ya know, just for a change of pace.”

The air in the room seems thick with awkwardness, of which you’re not helping to aid at all, being that your tone is rapidly fueling it and Jake without a doubt takes notice of that.

Though, he continues to act completely immune to the awkwardness filling the space. Leaving you to suffer in it all on your own.

After only offering you but a short and flat, “Sure,” you and Jake move on to the lifts. Of which go smoothly… Until they don’t.

“Fucking-“ Jake grunts, arms wobbling slightly as you struggle to find your balance in his hands. “Shit!”

No sooner than the curse of annoyance and distress rumbles out of him, you’re plummeting almost to the ground, Jake’s arms catching you just in time to save you from completely hitting the floor.

“God damnit,” Jake sighs, running a hand over his face once you are standing on your own two feet again.

“This one is just… I can’t get my balance right.” You admit to him. At least you’re being truthful.

You aren’t really sure why you’re having so much trouble. You had done these exact same lifts just fine with Anthony for weeks before Jake even became Cavalier.

Perhaps it was the tension between you and Jake. The mutual, very strong dislike for one another. The lingering bit of hostility from your’s and Jake’s outburst, not even two whole hours ago…

Or his hands on my body… Wait-

You’re quick to interject on your own thoughts. You simply cannot stand the idea of letting your mind wander off with such thoughts about Jake. You refuse to feel that way.

“I see that.” Jake’s words are once again dripping with that same amount of aggravation from earlier - Of which had lead to you storming out on him.

He throws a judgmental glance your way, likely wondering how you even got sugar plum in the first place.

“Let’s try again.” Jake steps behind you, placing his hands on your body just so, adjusting his stance as he prepares to lift you up into the air. Hopefully with more elegance and grace than the first time. “I’m going to count to three, and then you jump.”

You think you’re taking advantage of the fact that he can’t see your face, rolling your eyes at his commanding tone. Much to your misfortune, you seem to have briefly forgotten that you’re both facing a wall, perfectly lined with large mirrors.

“Can you drop the fucking attitude, for god’s sake?” Jake snaps in question, his hands squeezing where they’re planted just above your hips.

If looks could kill, the glare you send him through the mirror would have surely taken him out cold. “How bold of you to point fingers on someone’s attitude. I’m not the only one with an apparent attitude problem here.”

“I’m sorry? In case you haven’t noticed, you are the reason i’m irritated.” Jake is slowly starting to seethe again. You can tell by the way his jaw has clenched itself painfully tight.

You ignore his comment, just staring at him blankly for a moment before finally speaking up.

“Just…count to three. And lift me.” You enunciate your words firmly, sucking in a deep breath in attempts to prepare yourself.

Jake on the other hand, releases a long breath, rolling his shoulders back in hopes to relax his body, at least a little bit. “Fine, then.”

“One…” He begins to count, checking his grip on your waist. “Two…Three.”

The second he speaks the last number, you’re jumping just enough for him to gain the leverage needed to lift you up into the air above his head.

“Good. Good!” Jake praises from below you, watching you attentively through the mirror.

“Tighten your core just a little more,” He tells you, lowering you slightly as you start to wobble a bit. “Yeah, there you go.” He lifts you back up where you’re supposed to be. “Now, hold it.”

You extend your arms out, focusing solely on holding your pose. There’s still the slightest shake to your position, but you hold it pretty successfully, despite that.

“There it is.” The prideful tone of Jake’s voice makes you smile internally, though you’d spend your last drops of energy on keeping said smile off of your face for him to physically see.

“Okay, I’m gonna bring you down now…”

Jake slowly lowers you back down and you hold your next position until you feel your pointe shoe touch the hard floor.

“Thank fuck,” you sigh, relieved that it was somewhat smooth.

Of course, Jake can’t let the slightest little fuck up slide.

‘Everything has to be perfect, at least in his mind.’

“It was still shaky as hell.” Jake complains, giving a dramatic gesture with his hand.

You suck in a quick, sharp breath. The anger resurfacing is nearly blinding, clouding your vision in a red hue that you can’t hardly believe is really there.

“How do you suppose I fix that, then? Hm?” Your voice drips with a venom that’s so unlike you, normally.

“You practice more.” Jake says, as if it’s the most obvious fucking thing. Like you should have already known that.

“Wow. What prophetic fucking advice, Jake. I appreciate it,” you scoff, crossing your arms like a pouting child.

“Since you obviously don’t think you need it, let’s run it, then. Start to finish.” Jake suggests, knowing good and well he just wants to try and prove a point.

With a cool shrug of your shoulders, you agree. “Fine.”

Jake saunters over to his phone, where it lays right by the speaker sitting on one of the chairs, and presses play.

The familiar and oh-so beautiful orchestration starts to fill the room - it brings butterflies of realization to life in your stomach. This is your dream role and while you may be doing it with the absolute last person you would have ever picked on your own, you know in the end, once the two of you work out the kinks of your mutual dislike, you will be a flawless pair.

You take your first few steps that lead you to Jake, where you finally come to meet in the middle and delicately, you lay your hand atop of his palm. His fingers close carefully around your hand, then, lifting your arm above the two of you to slowly spin you around.

There seems to by a shift in the energy within the room and between the two of you, and it’s most certainly a welcomed shift.

As you continue through the routine, the new found comfort of dancing with him slowly overtakes you. Unfortunately, the burning sensation his hands leave in their wake as they help guide you, is making it harder and harder to focus. And of course, that only makes frustration bubble within you.

*Why can’t I dance with him? Why does he have to affect me so much? I don’t like him. He doesn’t like me.

Questions upon questions bounce around in your mind, inevitably distracting you from the important task at hand. It’s dangerous waters to swim in, the closer you get to the crescendo of the song; running the risk of one of you getting hurt somehow by lack of focus.

Focus. Focus. Focus.

You internally chant the word to yourself, desperately trying your best to pull your mind back to one collective place.

“Come back to me.” Jake’s tone is firm but not angry, as he prepares to bring you into the first lift.

Here goes nothing.

Forcing your brain to remain solely honed in on the task at hand, Jake’s hands find your waist and in the blink of an eye, he’s hoisting you into the air, much smoother and more elegantly than the first time.

And by some complete miracle, the first few lifts go flawlessly. Jake even finds it in himself to give a few mumbles of praise and encouragement as you go.

That confidence and momentum doesn’t carry through nearly as long as you hoped it would, though.

As the music builds and builds up to the first of what you would consider the “big” lifts, your heart rate increases. Suddenly your hands are clammy and a little shaky, and your stomach has twisted itself into a sickening knot.

Jake’s so into it, that you can’t bare the idea of asking him to stop, simply because your nerves have taken over. So, you continue into the lift, against your better judgement.

You make it into the air without much trouble, but as Jake brings you down into the next move, your form breaks and causes him to nearly drop you.

“Goddamn it!”

“Oh, my god!”

Both of your exclamations and curses fly out at the same time, only startling each other even more.

“Jesus christ, I knew you weren’t ready for that!” Jake shouts, hands running over his face as the adrenaline and realization of how hurt you could have just gotten, pumps through his entire body. “Do you even realize how fucking hurt you could have gotten just now?!”

“I am ready!” You argue right back, completely ignoring the hint of concern he was displaying for you.

“No, you are fucking not!” Jake’s voice booms, like a bang of thunder that shakes houses, after lightning has struck something. “We wouldn’t be having so much goddamn trouble if you were!”

“I didn’t have all these problems with Anthony,” you point out, matching his unruly volume. You even dare to take a step closer to him.

“What’s the difference?!” He practically screams, taking a step equal to the one you’d just taken. “We’re doing the same routine, for the same show! What. Is. The difference?!”

“Because you’re, you!” Your arms fly up into the air, before smacking back down against your sides.

Jake tilts his head back almost challengingly. “I’m what?”

“You’re the favorite! The one Everyone wants to have the fucking pleasure of dancing with!” You emphasize your words dramatically as you yell nearly right in his face. “You never fuck up anything! Ever!”

“And does that make you jealous?” Jake questions, his tone becoming smug and arrogant.

“No, it doesn’t make me jealous! It makes me nervous!”

Though half of the sentence is a lie; it definitely makes you both jealous and nervous, as soon as the words leave your mouth, you want to snatch them out of the air and shove them back in.

“Really?” Jake raises his eyebrows at you. “Nervous, huh?”

“Yes! Nervous, you fucking asshole!” You yell. “You’re arrogant as all hell and it’s absolutely insufferable, in case anyone hasn’t told you! It’s a nightmare trying to work with someone who is constantly picking apart every little move you make!”

“First of all-“ Jake wraps his hand around your pointed finger and shoves it roughly out of his face. “-Get your finger out of my damn face. And stop fucking yelling at me.” His eyes burn through yours, knocking you down a notch, but you refuse to outwardly show it. “Second, you shouldn’t be talking. You get everything handed to you, like the perfect, pretty little thing you are. You hardly have to work for shit.”

You snatch your finger out of his grip and immediately fire back at him. “I don’t get anything fucking handed to me.”

“But you do!” Jake chides, hardly making a legitimate point.

“No, YOU DO, Jake!” And now you’re back to screaming, throat threatening to go raw by the strain you’re putting on it. “How do you think we got here in the first fucking place!”

“If I got everything handed to me, don’t you think I would have had this from the beginning?!” Jake nearly closes the little space between the two of you, with one more step. “Don’t you think I would have gotten it first, instead of Anthony?!”

A wicked smirk grows on your face. “Right, right. So you’re just their backup, huh?” You watch as Jake’s face grows red and his eyes flash with rage. “Not even good enough to be cast as Cavalier the first time, are you?”

“You should be concerned about the fact that we start dress rehearsals in two days and you can’t even get all the damn lifts right.” Jake jabs.

His close proximity is making it hard to think anymore, the features of his beautiful, anger-hardened face proving to be a major distraction from the comeback you should have been already able to conjure up.

“Well, they- their hopes can’t be but so high, now that they’ve had to settle for you.”

Jake’s jaw visibly tenses, causing the muscles to protrude around his cheekbones and down his neck, the crease between his brows setting in even deeper.

Before you can even bat an eye, or open your mouth to add a little more gasoline to the already raging fire, Jake’s hand is tightly wrapping itself around the back of your neck.

“Is this entertaining you?” You can see Jake’s free hand gesture about, through your peripheral vision. “Being a little bitch?”

You’re frozen, stuck in place - not only because of his grip on you, but because you can’t decide if you actually want to move away.

One might find that name absolutely enraging, but apparently you don’t, considering the way your cunt throbs as the word travels from his mouth, to your ears.

“Fuck you.” You spit through gritted teeth.

“Would that make you less bitchy? If you fucked me? Hm?” Jake taunts, clearly taking in the newfound enjoyment he’s getting out of this.

“Call me a bitch again.” You say threateningly, but it holds no real weight. You just want to keep up the fight a little longer, perhaps a bit too addicted to the way he’s making your blood boil.

“Or what?” Jake all but growls, leaning his face in, so that he’s right next to your ear. “Are you gonna storm out of here like earlier? Like the little fucking brat you are?”

Your skin is screaming to feel his lips. They’re mere inches from your skin, the heat of his breath casting a heat that almost resembles when you sit just a little too close to a campfire.

“I bet you’d perform a lot better if I fucked you.” Jake speaks the wondering thought out loud. “Trained you to be a good little dancer for me.”

“Jake…” you sigh, chest heaving rapidly.

“What?” Jake seethes. “No smart ass comeback? No attitude?” He slides his other arm around your back, but doesn’t pull you quite close enough for your body to touch his. “Come on. Say something else. I dare you.”

Your thoughts spin around themselves as you attempt to conjure up another snarky comment, while Jake’s eyes stare intensely into yours, occasionally flickering down to your lips and right back up.

Finally, it comes to you.

“I’m not taking insults from a boy who probably can’t even fuck me hard enough to keep me out of rehearsal tomorrow.”

The silence that falls between you and Jake is deafening. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, hear the blood running hot beneath your skin. If you listen close enough, you might even hear Jake’s heartbeat banging against his own ribcage, too.

Neither of you move for what feels like an eternity, only adding to the tension that’s already about to burst at the seams.

Jake’s mouth opens and closes quickly, but he still doesn’t speak - only adding to the torment of the moment. Anticipation fills you up so much, you feel like you may start throwing it up.

Slowly, Jake’s eyes narrow until they’re practically shut, and his hand tightens around the back of your neck tightens.

“Are you challenging me, sugar?” The name typically used for endearment, spits out of him like it’s anything but sweet. He’s so cleverly alluding to your role as sugar plum.

“I-If that’s how you wanna see it, go ahead.” You half choke out. Your words are becoming less and less intimidating and lethal as the moments go by. “Since you want to try and prove a point soo badly.”

“I don’t think you deserve anything else from me today.” Jake says, not even bothering to fight off the smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

Shock fills you up the second the words float out from his mouth and you’re even more shocked at the way disappointment comes along to mix in with it. You may have been annoyed with him for petty shit before, but now you’re genuinely upset.

“W-what…?” The word is barely audible coming from your breathless lungs.

Jake lets go of you and steps away, taking little steps backwards in the direction of his things. The expression adorning his face is downright evil.

“I think you heard me loud and clear.” Jake shrugs, grabbing up his things. He doesn’t even bother to take off his shoes - likely just leaving you to go off to a different room and practice alone.

You watch him, completely dumbfounded as he makes his way to the door, not even giving you glance as he goes by.

The door opening feels so obnoxious, given the newfound silence hanging between the two of you. He’s about to step over the threshold, but turns around to face you one more time.

“See you tomorrow.” He glances over you for a moment, tongue visibly poking the inside of his cheek. “And you better not fuck up.”

After a horrendous night filled with constant tossing and turning, the cool light of the gloomy morning wakes you up out of the sleep, that has only just found you a few hours ago.

Begrudgingly, you force yourself to get out of bed and take a shower, then dig out a pair of tights and one of your favorite leotards. And as much as you don’t want to acknowledge it, the brief question of whether or not Jake will like it, plants itself in your head. It’s black, with long sleeves, and the daintiest lace details at the top around the chest.

You force the thought away immediately. The mere mental thought of Jake making your body tense with anger, and… whatever the hell is left lingering from last night’s little… moment.

The drive to the studio is severely uneventful. Music being the only thing to keep you company throughout the short trip over there.

Seems like you’ve been living there these last few days. Which, might not be so bad if Jake wasn’t such a constant thorn in your side.

As the studio comes into view, a lump over nerves nearly makes you choke. Last night’s interesting turn, still at the forefront of your memory, despite your efforts in trying to ignore it.

You grab all your things and make your way to the door, walking as quickly as you possibly could to get out of the cold air. A swift glance around the parking lot as you go, is enough to see that Jake’s car is nowhere to be seen.

There’s no denying the relief that washes over you. Perhaps you’ll actually be free of Jake for a little longer than normal, to perfect some things by yourself, without the intense and judgmental stare of Jake’s eyes.

Just as you’ve hoped, as you walk down the hallway to your room, there’s nothing but silence on the other side of the door. But just to be safe, you slowly push it open and peak in, only to confirm that Jake is nowhere to be seen.

You take the opportunity to practice certain pieces of the pas alone, hoping to work through most of the imperfections that Jake has pointed out, time and time again.

What you don’t realize though, is how much time actually passes as you fall into a zone. Completely locked in on what you’re doing, practically floating around as though Jake is there to guide you, except you’re doing it all on your own.

Little did you know, Jake is standing at the door… admiring you just like you had done to him yesterday. For him, it’s different; his moment or slight admiration and ogling. He doesn’t have nearly as much trouble admitting to himself that he finds you ridiculously attractive and talented.

Will he say that directly to you? It isn’t likely, but to himself, he absolutely will. Although, the odds of him telling you his thoughts, are far more likely than you vocalizing your’s to him.

Jake stands, body halfway slipped between the cracked door, intently and quietly watching you. Until finally, you turn and your stop brings you to perfect face the door.

The sudden sight of Jake makes your entire body jolt, startled and unprepared to see him in such a random way.

“Jake!” You half screech, your hand coming to grasp at your now aching chest.

“My bad.” The softest chuckle dances with his words. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s fine…” you mumble.

Looking at him for the first time since last night is… definitely different, to say the very least.

The air in the room has shifted and it feels so heavy that it may crush you. Given Jake’s cocky strutting across the room, you guess that he doesn’t feel it the way that you do, or he’s doing a really good job at ignoring it. Like he always does. Yet another thing about him that you envy; his ability to be so unaffected.

“You- uhm… How long were you watching from the door?” You ask him timidly, chancing a quick glance at him as he sits down his things.

“Long enough to see that you’re perfectly capable of a flawless and confident routine.” Jake replies, bringing a soft, pink tint to your cheeks. “Which I suppose is great, except you can’t seem to do that with me.” His tone is the slightest bit playful, but you can’t ignore the way it claws at your skin.

“A bit early to be making digs, don’t you think, Jake?” You raise an eyebrow at him, awaiting the death glare he’s sure to throw towards you any second now.

But it doesn’t come. He just ignores your little muse all together, continuing to stretch and warm up.

Silence falls over you both, as you work on a few moves on the opposite side of the room in front of the mirrors.

Occasionally, you glance over your shoulder through the mirror at Jake, but you don’t let your eyes linger on him for too long, in favor of not getting caught and the refusal to let yourself get carried away.

After a few minutes, you catch a glimpse of Jake getting up and setting up his phone with the speakers, before making his way towards you and finally speaking up.

“Ready to run this thing?” He rubs his hands together in front of him.

“As I’ll ever be,” you mumble in response and follow him back over to the middle of the floor.

Jake steps back to his phone and presses play, bringing the beautiful instrumental to life throughout the whole room.

It eases you, much to your surprise. But not enough to ignore the fires that Jake’s hands seem to be lightning, gradually, all over your body in each place that he touches you.

You do your absolute best to try and remain calm and collected, focusing solely on the dance and nothing else.

Further and further you sink into the routine, and so does Jake. It’s evident in the electric energy that’s suddenly buzzing throughout

the room. The way Jake’s eyes stare into yours so intensely, it makes your knees want to give out beneath your weight. The passion of which he’s exuding…

The way he grips your body to lift you up into the air, unintentionally gripping you harder and harder with each passing lift, until you’re certain he’s going to crush you.

You’re not sure what exactly snaps in your brain, but when it snaps, there is no going back.

"Jesus fucking christ- Put me down!" You yell over the music and Jake immediately brings you back down on your own two feet, but not exactly gently.

"Fuck- what now?!” Jake hisses through his labored breathing. “Can you not go two minutes without bitching?!”

"You have a fucking death grip on me!” You grab at his bicep for emphasis. “Are you trying to bruise me!?”

“You should feel so lucky.” Jake spits back, sarcasm mixing with cockiness in his tone.

“Oh, shut the fuck up Jacob!” You screech in his face. “The last thing I want is you leaving any kind of marks on my body.”

“Trust me, princess, I'm not interested anyway." Jake fumes, face red and jaw set tight, nose glistening with the lightest layer of sweat.

“I’m not either!” It feels like a lie, the second it leaves your mouth. But the volume behind your words, masks the way you hardly believe it yourself. “You’re just an arrogant, self centered, asshole, who always has to get his own fucking way with everything!”

“And you're a fucking bitch who never knows when to shut her mouth." Jake practically growls, his face just inches from yours.

"You’re such a piece of shit." You retaliate lowly.

"Back atcha, princess.” Jake grits, the muscles in his cheeks and neck pulsing rapidly.

"Stop. Fucking. Calling me that.” You demand.

"No.” Jake shakes his head, pushing his tongue into his cheek. “No, I don’t think I will.” He adds. "All you ever do is bitch and complain about me doing something wrong and it's so irritating. I know what the hell i I'm doing. I'm a fucking professional. It is not my fault that you're so goddamn picky about every little thing!"

"Well, excuse me for wanting to do this perfectly!” You shout back at him, praying internally that this explosion between the two of you hasn’t drawn any attention outside of the room.

"How ironic.” Jake chuckles humorlessly. “Sorry to burst your bubble, Sugar plum, but you're not even close to it.”

"It would be perfect if you didn't grab me like a caveman!” You chide, feeling the sting of Jake’s words prickling under your skin.

"It would be perfect if you stopped squirming every time i lift you!” Jake argues, throwing his hands into the air.

"Maybe if I fucking trusted you, I wouldn't get nervous when you have me in the air!” You shoot back.

“You know that’s not really why you get shaky when I lift you, but whatever.” Jake scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Maybe aybe if you weren't such a hateful little shit, you'd be able to at least pretend to trust me."

"You. Are insufferable.” You turn to walk away from him, leaving Jake glued to his spot as his brain processes what he’s about to say.

"And you clearly need to be put in your goddamn place." Jake says, stopping you in your tracks.

You turn back around to face him, taking a few little steps forward defiantly. "I fucking dare you to try.”

The challenge spits out of you, and not a bit of you thinks he’ll really see it, considering he had the opportunity last night and trashed it.

"You couldn't handle it.” Jake says simply. His words only raise your anger somehow.

"I hate you.” You seethe, closing in on him with a pointed finger.

"Not nearly as much as I fucking hate you.” He flashes you the fakest smile you’ve ever seen in your life, immediately dropping his face back to his previous, stone cold expression.

The tension hanging in the room is so thick, even a chainsaw would likely struggle to cut it. A deafening silence falls over the two of you, nothing but the sounds of both your heavy breaths to fill it.

Your teeth are so tightly gritted together, you worry they may shatter any second now as you await his next move. Because you certainly are not backing down first, from this eerily silent stand off.

Jake’s face is still sharp and set with anger, not even a glimmer of that chocolaty brown left in his eyes.

Just as you open your mouth to foolishly provoke him even more, he’s lunging for you, roughly gripping either side of your face as his lips sloppily crash into yours. You can’t stop yourself from kissing him back. He tastes intoxicating in the best and worst way. A drug that now that you’ve had just a taste of, you aren’t sure you’ll be able to put it down.

Haphazardly, Jake starts guiding you backwards towards the barre, not even breaking the kiss to make sure that’s where he is going. Like a man about to die of thirst, he drinks in the whimper that you release, as your back collides with the barre. His hands find your wrists, and he shoves them up above your head and pins them there.

“Tell me to stop.” He huffs out through rapid breaths, free hand staying planted on the wall by your arm.

"I thought you were putting me in my place.” You narrow your eyes at him. “Or are you all talk?"

Jake just growls, swiftly reaching down to cup your heat, making you gasp desperately. His foot kicks your legs farther apart, middle and ring fingers stroking over you so lightly, you could scream.

Except you can’t. You’ve been struck with utter speechlessness, thanks to the sudden advance and the merciless ache he’s creating between your legs.

“What? Nothing to say now?” Jake questions tauntingly. “I think this is the longest you've been quiet around me. It’s truly a nice change"

“M-maybe you're just not doing a good enough job," you stutter, pressing yourself into the palm of his hand.

"The way you’re stuttering and the wet spot that I can feel right here, says otherwise.” Jake’s fingers tap against you.

You let out an exhale that is dripping with attitude, but make no move to break away from Jake. And you won’t, really. You both know that at this point.

“Do you get tired?” Jake mumbles, leaning in to ghost his lips over your cheek. They trace around, until he settles on your ear. “Do you get tired of being so defiant? Being a fucking brat and causing me so many stresses? Does it get you off?”

“What if it does?” You answer in a whisper, trying to turn your head towards his, but he isn’t having it.

His hand comes up from between your legs and wraps around your throat, causing you to whimper at the loss of contact.

“Let’s get something clear,” Jake starts lowly, his voice rumbling like nearby thunder as he begins to warn you. “Drop the fucking games, or I’ll make sure to fuck you so hard, you’ll have to fucking crawl your way out of here tonight.”

“I will never give you such satisfaction.” You know you’re about to eat these words, but you can’t find it within your being to care.

Faster than what your brain is capable of processing at this point, Jake is turning you around to face the mirror, leaving you no choice but to grip the barre in front of you.

“Then take it.” Jake says, pressing himself against your ass and wrapping his other hand around your jaw. “Take everything I fucking give you, right here. And when I’m done-“ He uses the grip to turn your head towards the door. “-I can’t wait to watch you limp to that fucking door.”

Jake’s hand abandons your jaw, his fingers hooking themselves around the top of your leotard and pushing it off your shoulders. You help him work it off your body from the front, until it finally falls down around your ankles. As you move to step out of it, he stops you.

“Ah. Don’t.” Jake uses his own leg to halt the movement of your own. “Leave it there.”

You huff, but place your foot back where it was, leaving your leo pooling on the floor around your feet.

Jake’s hands work their way up for your hips, to your shoulders, before his dull nails scratch down your back just enough to make your muscles tense and cover you in goosebumps. He repeats the action one more time, watching your body shiver under his touch in amusement.

“Beg me.” Jake commands, dipping the tips of his fingers into the waistband of your tights.

“What?” You meet his eyes through the mirror, both of you taking notice of the pink tint your cheeks take on.

“I said, Beg. Me.” Jake repeats himself, but not without placing some firmness behind his tone.

“For what?” You spit the question like it’s drenched in poison, though, you know good and well what he’s asking you to beg for.

In a blink, Jake bends down just slightly and yanks your tights down until they’re sitting just around your knees.

“Aren’t you gonna take them off?” You ask him through a scoff.

“I only take off the clothes of good girls,” Jake smirks slyly from behind you. “And you’re most certainly not one of those. Are you?”

You don’t answer him, mostly because you’re hyper focused on the way the air feels cool against your cunt, the slip of your inner thighs from the arousal soaking them and the fact that Jake is the one that has caused it.

A swift smack to your ass pulls you back to him, though.

“Are you?” Jake asks again. You can see his hand drawn back through the mirror, prepared to deliver another blow.

“No,” you finally answer, not nearly loud enough.

Smack.

“Louder.” Jake demands.

“No, I-I’m not.” Your voice cracks as you raise your volume up, hoping it will suit him.

“That’s better.” Jake attaches his lips itno your shoulder, sinking his teeth into the muscles as his fingers unexpectedly slip through your folds.

“Ah, fuck!” You cry, squirming slightly at the pleasurable pain of his teeth biting just enough to leave a bruise, paired with the coolness of his fingers. You’re ever so slowly losing your own game of defiance.

“Aw, do you not like it rough, sugar plum?” Jake asks, feigning sympathy for you as he lets his fingers tease around your dripping heat.

“I- I told you I can take it,” you remind him, but it’s hardly as believable as earlier.

“Yeah?” Jake pulls his hand away from you and smacks it across your hand again, the wetness coating his fingers making it sting just a little more.

“Jake, come on,” you beg, dying for him to pay your throbbing clit some attention, even though it likely won’t be for long.

“Oh, so now she begs…” Jake scoffs, returning his fingers to your core.

Instead of going where he knows you want them the most, he slowly sinks a finger into you, curling it upwards upon hearing your whiny moan. The force at which his finger curls into, sends you lurching forward, damn near hitting your head against the glass of the mirror.

His free hand reaches up to grip at your jaw again, forcing your head up to look at him.

“How’s that feel? Hm?” He asks, voice low and gravely, like it has to travel over rocks before it reaches your ears.

Adding in a finger, the thrusts of his fingers become deeper and the sweet curl into that spot that has your knees buckling, grow harder and more intentional - hitting the same sweet spot over and over and over again.

“Goddamn, Jake…” you moan breathily, eyes fluttering closed.

“Open your fucking eyes and look at me.” Jake commands, emphasizing his words with a particularly deep thrust of his fingers.

How he’s managing to reach these untouched places inside of you, you’ll likely never know, but you don’t really care. You force your eyes open and meet his reflection. Tendrils of his hair have fallen out of his bun, framing his face so perfectly. His eyes are dark and dancing with lust and more emotions that are too entangled to place.

“You feel like you’re about to cum…” Jake observes, pulling his soaked fingers out and wrapping his arm around your waist to reach your aching and horribly neglected bundle of nerves.

The circles he’s drawing over you are quick and tight, enough to throw you into an orgasm and completely wipe your mind blank in the process. It’s almost too much pleasure.

“Not so mouthy now, are you?” Jake snaps, cracking his hand against your cunt, before returning to the dizzying circles.

You open your mouth to smart off, but the second your lips part, the most feral moan you’ve ever heard come from your own lungs, bursts right out of you.

“You’re so much more pleasant to be around when you’re moaning instead of bitching.” Jake comments, leaning in to bite at your shoulder again.

You don’t have much wriggle room this time, as his grip around your neck keeps your firmly in place as he bites all along your neck and shoulder.

“Jake!” You whimper, so close to sounding more like a sob.

You want to jerk away from his far too skilled fingers, but you don’t want to run from the earth-shattering orgasm that he’s steadily dragging you towards.

“Do not cum yet.” Jake says against your skin, but his fingers don’t stop.

“Jake, i-“

“Nope. Don’t fucking cum yet.” Jake says again in a much harsher tone.

He’s pushing you. Seeing just how much you can take, how long you can keep yourself dangling you over that steep edge before you’re crying and pleading with him to stop, because you just can’t hold it anymore.

And you’re not far from that, as hot tears sting the corners of your eyes and the knot in your belly is aching and screaming for release.

“Fuck, I can’t-“ You choke out, gripping the barre so hard that your knuckles are paper white. Even your knees have started to slightly bend, forcing Jake to bend down with you in order to not lose the contact. “I can’t, Jake! Please, just let me!”

“Fuck no.” Jake snaps, bringing his fingers to an agonizing stop before removing them from you completely. “What makes you think you’ve earned it?”

Jake’s hands abandon you and just barely, you catch sight of him pushing his own tights and underwear down to his thighs, fully revealing himself to you, hard and practically soaked with pre cum.

As much as you want to hate every bit of this, you can’t wait have him buried inside of you. The way you imagine it will feel to have him stretching you out, hitting all the perfect places inside of you, is replacing all coherent thoughts in your brain.

“Fuck,” Jake groans, stroking himself a few times. “Goddamn how did you fucking get me like this?”

Reaching forward with his opposite hand to grip your hip tightly, he lines himself up and pushes in to the hilt, his dark eyes intently watching your face contort in pleasure.

“Yeah? You like this?” Jake asks, his words slightly rushed from his own pleasure as he moves in and out of you a few times. “Can’t believe this is all I needed to do to get you to shut your pretty fucking mouth.”

All you can do is moan. You’re far too gone to come up with a good and bratty response to that. Besides, you coming to not mind the way he sounds degrading you. It’s addicting, just like his fingers and cock.

Your chest heaves with anticipation as he continues his slow thrusts. One of his hands ventures up your spine from your hip, stopping to firmly grip your shoulder for more leverage.

“You think your dancing has imperfections now?” Jake growls into your ear, his black t-shirt grazing your bare back. “Just wait until you come in and try to dance tomorrow.”

Jake pulls nearly all the way out of you before slamming himself right back in without warning, setting the most relentless pace possible.

A choked moan rips its way out of you, the pleasure of Jake’s cock pounding into you, shooting through your whole body in debilitating waves.

“Come on, sugar plum,” Jake taunts through labored breaths. “Mouth off some more. M’sure you have plenty to say now, don’t you?”

“F-Fuck you…” You force the two strangled words out through your throat, through an array of moans a high pitched whines.

Using his bruising hold on your hip and shoulder, he brings you back to meet his thrust, driving himself even deeper with each stroke.

You can feel the pleasure shooting down through your legs, all the way down to the tips of your toes - sore and likely blistered from your pointe shoes. The sensations popping up all over your body, make you feel like you’re choking on air - little hiccups of whines and ragged, loud breaths being all that makes it out of you.

Jake’s sounds of pleasure aren’t lost on you, though. The deep grunts and growls, an occasional higher whimper falling in here and there. But god, his voice… the way he talks to you. That, you’re sure, will be what drives you into the life changing high that’s finally starting to rebuild itself within you.

“Oh, my god, Jake…” You croak, wishing you could hold onto him. Sink your nails into his shoulders and run them down his back, or arms. Anything.

“Are you gonna cry for me when you cum? Huh?” Jake asks tauntingly, raising his voice slightly to ensure you hear him over your constant moans. His hand travels from your shoulder down to your cunt, and he begins swirling his fingers over your clit.

You writhe in his hold, forcing him to wrap his other arm around your waist, the palm of his hand splaying over your chest to hold you against him.

“Nuh uh, this is what you fucking wanted, so take it.” Jake growls lowly into your ear, kissing the side of your neck just below it.

It feels too good. Way too good. You’re just waiting for your body to short circuit, as Jake continues to mercilessly pound into you, expertly toying with your clit as he does so.

“Look at yourself,” Jake scoffs, sliding his hand up from your chest to your jaw. “So fucked out and pathetic. You gonna leave looking like this?” His eyes scan over the little bruises littering your shoulders and neck. “Gonna show everyone that their pretty, sweet, sugar plum is just a little whore?”

Words have completely fled from you, as have the loud moans you were emitting before. You’ve dwindled down to nothing but a constantly open mouth, with hoarse and uneven breaths panting out, makeup running and strands of hair falling out of your bun, as your orgasm slowly pulls you under.

“Ja- Jake!” You sob, a deep ache settling low in your stomach. “I- I’m s- I-…”

“Give it up, pretty. Go on…” Jake encourages, his thrusts just barely faltering as you begin fluttering around him. “F- Fucking. Give it to me.”

The orgasm that takes hold of you, nearly ravages you. It’s head-spinning, body numbing. So all consuming that your vision and hearing go out entirely, for what feels like an eternity. Your lungs burn as your body locks in place, until you’re finally able to suck in a gasping breath and release the most pornographic cry into the room. It echos and bounces around, and Jake is quickly committing it to memory.

Faintly, as Jake delivers a few more paralyzing thrusts, you can hear him cursing under his breath. Groaning as he pulls out quickly, removing his hand from around you to work himself through his own high and spilling his release over your lower back.

His fingers have yet to come to a stop over you, even through his orgasm. You frantically grab for his wrist, whining desperately as overstimulation takes you for a dizzying spin.

Barely having regained his composure, Jake turns you around, pressing his body flush against yours as he sinks his fingers into you and uses his thumb to continue working your throbbing bundle of nerves.

“Jake, please! It’s too much, please!” You beg him, more tears prickling the corners of your eyes.

“You’re a tough girl, right?” Jake mocks, kissing your cheek with a wicked smirk on his lips. “You can take one more.”

“Jacob, please!” You beg him again, unsure of how you’re even holding yourself up anymore.

“Hush.” Jake commands, watching you with dark eyes as you start fall back into another high.

Your head falls back against the glass with a soft thud, eyes screwed tightly shut and mouth hanging agape just like before.

“That’s it, sugar plum,” Jake rasps. “You’ll give me one more because I said so. Good girl.”

Those last two little words do you in. It isn’t quite as intense as the first, but it still does you in, nonetheless. Your legs tremble beneath you, the muscles in your stomach clenching as you come undone for him again.

As you come down, Jake carefully withdraws his hand from you - soaked and glistening with your release.

You watch his movements with hooded eyes, as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks them clean of you.

“Like sugar…” He hums with a shit eating grin. “How fitting.”

Bending down, Jake guides your tights back up, followed by your leo - pulling it up just to your chest.

He then takes a step back from you, pulling his own tights back up over his hips, eyes never leaving your face as you watch him in slight, post-orgasm confusion.

“It’s late,” he speaks up calmly, taking slow steps backwards. “I’ll see you back here tomorrow. Same time.”

You watch him in walk away disbelief, as you attempt to follow after him on weak and shaky legs. By the time you reach him, he’s already flinging his back over his shoulder.

He turns towards you, tossing you a little jar without any warning.

Your hands shoot out to catch it just in time to save it from shattering all over the floor and upon a little examination, you read, ‘Epsom Salt’ written across a little sticky note, taped to the side.

“Might wanna soak in a nice little bath tonight,” he suggests as he heads towards the door.

You watch him pull it open and step out, still completely speechless and rightfully exhausted, your mind spinning in a whirlwind of thoughts about what the hell just happened.

“I need those to be working tomorrow.” Jake adds smugly, quickly pointing at your legs. “Oh, and cover those marks. Can’t go in to dress rehearsal tomorrow night bruised up.”

“W-What…?! I thought dress rehearsal starts the day after tomorrow?” Your sleepy eyes grow impossibly wide.

“Nope.” Jake shakes his head once. “Best be ready, huh, sugar plum?”

With that, he leaves you to be alone with l shock and insanely sore legs, wondering how the fuck you’re going to manage a full day with him and dress rehearsals, now that he’s fucked your body to the point of no return.

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[guys its the prologue, i did it so fast! also if you don't know what a bard is, they're poets from medieval times who sang for the king and/or queen]

You Can't, You Can't Catch me Now I'm coming like storm into your town

Part I/Part 2/Part 3/

Masterlist

[ mentor!coriolanus snow x time-traveled hg-era, district 9 tribute!reader x toxic! finnick odair(in the peacekeeper era)]

Warning: violence, serious injury, death, physical assult, gun and knife violence, possibly non-con...maybe.

Summary: You are a rebel, the last chance of the rebellion against President Snow. You're told to go on one last mission to kill the man who massacred Panem. It took you years to understand your mission when you became [name] Lily Baird, starting from the age of five till before the reaping day of the 10th Hunger Games.

The day you began your plan to destroy President Snow before he became the villain he was meant to become.

'Both sisters, Lucy Gray and [Name] Lily Baird are a part of the Covey, and though they have been chosen as tribute for both District 12 and 9 because of our own mistakes, we hope they will stay safe.'

You knew about [Name] Lily Baird, named after her because your mother was inspired by her fiery personality and strength, but now you realize that you were transported to a time before the Baird sisters died, one of sickness and one because of Coriolanus Snow himself.

'I will kill you, President Coriolanus Snow.'

‘Remember what he has done to your family, [Name]. Snow is nothing but a manipulator.’

You laughed before grinning over to Haymitch as he sent you a worried glance.

‘Well, I better remember this. The only time Haymitch Abernathy is serious and not seriously drunk.’

He grinned, a wide smile covering his face.

‘Take a video! Then you could see it and I could prove that I can be serious!’

You both laughed before sighing as Haymitch glanced at you sadly.

‘Believe in me, [Name], I’ve heard about women who were sadly obsessed with him. I just don’t want you to get hurt. Kill him, fall in love with a man you’re destined for, and live a happy life with no Snow in your way.’

You shook your head, Snow couldn’t be that handsome and since you know what he will do, you’re strong enough to fight that feeling.

‘I promise.’

They led you to the table, letting you bask in the warmth of the heater in front of you since you had been outside in the cold.

Katniss, Peeta, hell even Gale had said goodbye to you.

It made you feel…like…people cared…for you…

But the person you actually wanted there...refused to talk before you-the last hope-left.

Before the Covey had left for District 12, a woman named [Name] Lily Baird had gained a deadly virus. In the life where you had lived, she died the week of the reaping day and wasn’t chosen as tribute for District 9, but this time, you will be alive and manage to kill the man who ruined your life.

You will die, President Coriolanus Snow.

*cough* covid *cough*

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inuyashaluver · 4 months

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hiii, love your work. could you maybe do a friends to lovers with Sydney lohmann!!

roommates - sydney lohmann

sydney lohmann x reader

description: in which you and your best friend move in together and it completely changes your dynamic, you don’t want to be friends anymore

warnings: little angsty but not much, german is in bold italics!, swearing

a/n: hi!! thanks so much for the love and the request, lovey, hope you enjoy!

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you always hear people say: “don’t move in with your friends. it ruins the relationship”. but in your case, you moving in with your best friend did in fact change the dynamic, but not in the way you both expected.

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you and your long time best friend, sydney, met in the german youth teams. the only times you really got to see each other was during national duties but the two of you were joint at the hip. you talked everyday, texted everyday and when you saw each other again, it felt like no time had passed at all. when you finally got to see one another in person, you were incredibly affectionate.

it was always hard to say goodbye to each other when camp was over, often ending in a tearful hug. while sydney played at bayern munich, you played in england for arsenal.

sydney always told you how proud she was to see you doing so well overseas, though she would notice the way your face would slightly fall every time you talked about england. it’s not that you don’t love it here, you do, it’s been your home for over 5 years and you loved playing for arsenal immensely. but you were homesick, talking to sydney everyday made each day harder than the last.

what sydney didn’t know was that you had gotten offered a contract at bayern and you took it immediately. she’d been talking to you about the new signing and how she had no idea who it was and it made you smile.

“i just want to know who it is, häschen (bunny)” (she loved to call you this, ever since you were little)

“i know who it is” you shrug with a smirk, laughing when the girl’s eyes widen in shock on your screen.

“excuse me? and you didn’t tell me?” she scoffs, narrowing her eyes at your cheesy grin. “do i know her?” she sighs, your grin broadens and you wink at her. “you know her very well, mein liebhchen (my dear)” you mock, her nose wrinkles at the nickname, you loved to take the piss out of her and she knew that.

she guesses random people for a couple of minutes, groaning in frustration when you would shake your head every time with that smirk.

“ugh! i don’t know! next you’re gonna tell me it’s you or something” she huffs out a laugh, looking down at her nails but snapping her head up when your side of the screen went dead silent. she sees you with a bright grin. her mouth opens slightly while she looks at you in disbelief. no one has said anything for a minute, just silence with her looking at you in shock while you grin at her brightly.

“syd” you sing out, she leans forward and covers her face with her hands. “babe, you okay?” you say softly. she shakes her head in response and you can hear her sniff. “are you crying?” you question in shock, she rips her hands off her face and glares at you tearfully. “no” she huffs, roughly wiping a cascading tear from her chin.

“you’re serious?” sydney assured pleasingly, “i’ll be there in 3 months” you affirm, her face finally breaks out into a smile, “i’ve never been so happy, häschen (bunny), but we need to discuss business right now” her face turns stern and you knew not to play around with her anymore.

“well it only makes sense you move into my house, i have a free room that has your name on it” she says simply, her head resting on her hand as she trailed her eyes all over your face. your cheeks turn slightly pink under her gaze, you had to admit you’ve had quite a few romantic feelings towards your best friend but chose not to acknowledge them, she didn’t feel the same and you knew that.

“did you move in there in hopes of me in your second room?” you say cheekily, surprised when she nods slowly. “well, it’s a guest room but i’ve always wanted you to live with me, so yeah, i was hoping” she shrugs, you feel your cheeks grow hot and you step out of the frame, letting out a silent scream off camera.

“hey! we agreed to take each other on the phone wherever you go on the call, kleine (little one)!” she argues, you sit back down at your desk, flustered.

“sorry” you giggle, “are you okay? you look a little flushed” she asks worriedly, you clear your throat and nod, dismissing her quickly which she frowns at. you talk about your days for an hour before you end the call.

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the lead up to the move, you and sydney would call at least 3 times a day. she would call you to ask random things about the house, what you needed, your flight times, what you wanted to do when you landed first. she was so cute, she would melt your heart everytime you answered the phone to her happy voice saying, “hello, häschen (bunny)!”.

when sydney didn’t call you, she was freaking out. she was moving in with the girl she’d been in love with since she was 14 years old. how on earth was she going to survive? all she wishes was that she could tell you, but you most definitely did not feel the same. (dumbasses)

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the day had finally come, you’d landed in germany and you look for a certain blonde that insisted to pick you up from the airport. you walk around for a short time before your eye falls on sydney, looking absolutely beautiful holding a small plush rabbit and a little sign saying: ‘häschen (bunny) ❤️’ her face brightens when she sees you, beckoning you over with an excited smile.

you quicken your pace to her when she opens her arms to you. you walk into her embrace and wrap your arms around her neck while hers tightly hold you at the waist. she presses your body into hers while you share the hug.

“welcome home” she breathes out almost in relief, she tucks her face into the crook of her neck and you stop breathing when you feel her lips graze the skin there. “hi” you rush out, squeezing her tightly before pulling away.

“i think i need to get some england air, how did you manage to become even more beautiful?” she gawks, grabbing your hand and twirling you around. you blush, hard and she notices it and takes a mental note of the interaction to think about for the rest of her life.

you give her a light shove on the arm and both of you smile sheepishly at each other. “you’re absolutely gorgeous, sydney” you say in awe, still holding onto her hand as you look up at her. she feels her heart stop and she forces herself to look away, handing you the toy and the sign while rushing to get your bags.

“syd! no! i’ll do it,” you plead, receiving an icy glare in the process. she smiles as she leads you to her car, handing you the aux cord when you’re seated. you both chat and scream out your favourite songs on the drive to your new home, the two of you stealing glances at each other every couple of seconds.

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once you got to the house, sydney ushers you in while she gets your bags, looking at you nervously while you take in the apartment. “it’s so you, i love it” you smile, walking over to her fridge to see a photo of the both of you. “obviously we’ll redecorate, i was waiting for you” she rubs the back of her neck nervously, grabbing your hand to take you to your room. it was across from hers, plain and simple.

“whenever you need anything, i’ll be right over there, so come and get me” she smiles, bringing your bags in and getting you situated.

you order takeout and spend the night chatting and watching movies with sydney. you were cuddled up under a blanket, sitting extremely close to each other but there was no other way you’d both want to be right now.

“i’m so happy you’re here” she says suddenly when you’re watching the movie, you look over to her direction to see she was already looking at you. she smiles affectionately and your breath hitches. “i’m happy i’m here” you swallow, “with you” you breathe out, sydney flickers her eyes between yours, quickly glancing at your lips before swallowing and looking back into your eyes.

your breathing quickens when you notice her eyes focusing on your lips for a split second. she clears her throat and suddenly stands up from the couch, fake yawning and stretching. you look up at her confused, she seemed like she was going to kiss you, you think something’s wrong.

“h-häschen (bunny), we have training tomorrow and it’s getting late, night!” she laughs nervously, refusing to look you in the eye as she rushes off to her room.

when she gets inside, she repeatedly pounds her head on the back of her door, making you stand from the couch worriedly. you knock gently on the door and she flinches at the sound of your soft voice. “syd? you okay?”

“yep! i’m fine, really tired. good night” she blurts, internally cursing herself for not speaking normally. “okay” you sigh, moving away from the door, “goodnight” you say quickly, you hear her make a noise of acknowledgment and go into your room.

it was embarrassing to admit, but you broke down. it was clear now that she didn’t like you, you needed to pull away.

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“good morning!” she gleams happily when you walk into the kitchen in your bayern training kit. “morning” you say dismissively, brushing past her to get a glass of water. she frowns at seeing your puffy eyes. before you walk away from her, she grips your wrist and pulls you close to her, you can’t look her in the eye without feeling like you’re gonna sob.

she places a finger under your chin to direct your eyes to hers, moving it to cradle the underside of your jaw as she traces her eyes over your face in concern. “what’s wrong, häschen? (bunny)” she says softly, gently rubbing her thumb on the skin of your cheek.

“nothing, i’m okay” you smile and she’s completely unconvinced, “you’d tell me if something’s wrong?” she questions, still holding you to her. you nod your head with a pained smile, squeezing her bicep gently before stepping out of her embrace. you thought, yeah i should just tell her i’m in love with you and she doesn’t feel the same, perfect.

—

she drove you both to training, glancing at you consistently with a worried expression. when you got into the change room, you switch completely, happy to see so many old friends at the club. she looks at you in shock, this is the girl she’s used to. something was going on and she was going to get to the bottom of it.

you pair up with svenja for training which leaves sydney completely heartbroken. you always train together. always. she sends you yearning glances as you train with svenja. svenja would have to bite back a laugh every time she caught the girl staring.

“put her out of her misery and tell her you love her” georgia says in your ear while you close your eyes in frustration at feeling sydney’s eyes on you.

you let out a little yelp of surprise when she speaks. “she doesn’t like me” georgia lets out a loud laugh, making you look at her like she was crazy. “you’re insane, doesn’t like you?” she exclaims, grabbing your head and turning it towards sydney, making eye contact before she shys away.

“oh” you say simply, georgia squeezes your shoulder sympathetically. “oh” she mocks, going back to training.

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sydney waits for you after training so she could drive you both home. it was completely silent in the car and borderline awkward. you both had so much to say but didn’t know where to start.

her final straw was when she asked what you wanted for dinner and you just shrugged in response, trying to get away from her as quickly as you could but she grabbed you before you even had a chance.

her hands were splayed on your hips when she presses you against the wall, your breathing turns erratic when you feel her breath fanning your face. “what’s wrong?” she demands, a stern expression evident on her face as she bores her eyes into yours. “nothing” you murmur, she squeezes your hips and your eyes slightly widen. “(y/n) (y/l/n), i know when you’re upset so cut the bullshit, what’s wrong?” she frantically looks at your eyes for an answer.

“i can’t tell you” you whisper, she furrows her eyebrows, “why, häschen (bunny)?” she asks gently, now rubbing comforting circles with her thumbs on your hips. you run your hands over your face in frustration. “i’m too scared” you choke out, tears pooling in your eyes slightly, she instantly cups your face with one of her hands. concerned, she pulls you closer to her, “it’s just me, you can tell me” she reassured, nodding her head at you while you look at her tearfully.

“i love you” your voice catches after you say it, looking at her face nervously to see her reaction. her face instantly softens, “i love you too” she says painfully, just as a friend, she thought, embracing herself for rejection.

“no, sydney” you cry, “i love you” you choke out, tears were falling now, you felt vulnerable under her gaze. “i love you so much” you say again, grabbing her arm that was resting on your cheek.

when she says nothing, you attempt to pull away from her embrace but she smashes her lips on yours. you let out a gasp in surprise but instantly kiss her back, your arms moving to the back of her neck to hold her close while her hand moved to the small of your back to press you against her.

the kiss was almost frantic, saying everything you needed to. your best friend loved you, and you loved her.

“i love you” she breathes out as she pulls away, she cups your face between both of her hands, smiling at you full of affection. “i love you more than anyone” she says against your lips, you smile back at her, closing the gap and pulling her back into a searing kiss, mouths and tongues moving together like a synchronised dance.

her hands move to your legs as she hoists you up on her waist. she holds you close as she walks to the living room, sitting down while you straddle her lap, the kiss never breaking.

in need of air, you separate from her, resting your forehead against hers. both of you giggle as you just look at each other.

you move her hair out of her face, tucking it gently behind her ear. her face burns at your action and you let out a bright laugh. “you just had your tongue in my mouth two seconds ago and me moving your hair is what made you shy, cutie” you coo, kissing her cheek affectionately before pulling back to look at her again.

“stop it” she whines, pulling you into another hug and hiding her face in your neck again. only this time, she spreads numerous kisses over the skin, making you squirm and burn at the contact.

she pulls back satisfied to see your face, “look who’s embarrassed now” she mocks, you roll your eyes at her, about to argue but she pulls you into another kiss, gently laying you down on the couch as she hovers over you.

“you love me” she teases with a smirk, kissing the tip of your nose. “you love me” you sing out, mocking her tone, she nods and caresses your face while looking at you with a lovesick expression.

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after a cuddle session, she insists you get changed to be more comfortable, following you like a lost puppy while you get your clothes, ripping off your training shirt while she admires you, you laugh when she yelps and closes her eyes quickly. “you’ve seen me change before, baby” you tease, her whole body is on fire.

“well, baby” she mocks, “i wasn’t your girlfriend then was i?” she rebuttals, waiting until you changed. “girlfriend?” you tease and watch as her body visibly tenses,

“oh” she ponders, “shit, i knew i forgot something” she curses, grabbing both of your hands while she smiled charmingly at you.

“will you be my girlfriend?” she says adoringly, you giggle and pull her into another quick kiss, “of course, will you be mine?” you smile, she nods instantly, “yes” she says simply and quickly, making both of you laugh.

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when you arrive at training the next day hand and hand, the room easily erupted in cheers, georgia throws you a thumbs up and a wink as you walk passed her.

you and sydney end up staying in her room while your old one becomes a guest room once again. you were both so grateful to have each other. you were also so grateful to have the girl as a roommate for 24 hours.

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you know the drill! - just pretend it’s you xx

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timetorace · 2 years

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𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭

HELLO! My first Max one shot, so excited for this one. To the anon that requested it: Thank u so much I hope you like it.

ship: max verstappen x toto wolff daughter!reader.

summary: Five years ago you used to love Max but you had to say goodbye, will you be able to save what you could have been?

warnings: SMUT. SMUT. Unprotected sex. Oral (f! receiving). Doggy style. Dirty words.

word count: +6.0K

waity katie: Catherine Middleton was given the nickname “Waity Katie” to mock her because of the time Prince William took to propose to her.

May 2017 | Monte Carlo, Monaco

It was raining buckets; you weren’t surprised it rained that week. It was almost a tradition that it rained for the Monaco Grand Prix. All of Monaco was in a bubble after yesterday’s race but you were going to see him. You had decided that you had had enough. Max and you had been seeing each other secretly for a year now, long enough for both of you to know what you wanted. You had been mulling over going public since the beginning of the year while Max was still scared of the consequences. Or at least that’s what you thought at first. Now you weren’t sure anymore, especially after last night. You and Max had hung out with his friends and some mutual friends who worked on some teams. The club was full, but even so, when you had returned from the bathroom you had heard how one of Max’s friends called you “waity Katie”, the rest laughed and Max just stood there, said nothing or moved. You didn’t even try to say anything. The problem was that this had been like a wake-up call for you because when you arrived home you couldn’t stop thinking and seeing what you had lost.

When you thought about it, you realized the signs were always there, the way he changed the subject when you talked about going public with what they had or at least telling people around you like your dad. Oh, your dad. That was another thing. Your dad was Toto Wolff, who had tried to get Max to sign with Mercedes instead of Red Bull a couple of years ago but he had failed. Your dad would not be too happy that you got involved with a driver. They were strictly forbidden, especially since you were only 19 years old and most of them were much older than you.

You felt like a toy, after not sleeping the night before thinking about it you had concluded that Max didn’t care enough about you, you really hoped you were wrong though. Because otherwise, you could already feel your heart breaking. You were afraid, afraid that Max wasn’t into you half as much as you were into him.

You let out a sigh as you got into the elevator and put in the magnetic key so you could go up to Max’s penthouse. That’s how serious you thought you were, you had the key to go up to his apartment; you liked to use it to go to his house after leaving work and cuddle up against him. You liked that. Now that made you feel so stupid. Haven’t you seen the signs? Or had you seen them and ignored them because you were too into him to recognize them? When the elevator stopped at the top floor and before the doors opened, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath to prepare yourself.

“Hey, you’re early,” Max greeted you when you got out of the elevator. He was in shorts and a T-shirt watching a soccer game on television.

“My boss let me go earlier,” you explained. You were interning at a venture capital firm and living with your father, Susie, Jack in Monte Carlo. Your father was more than happy because he had always kept you at a distance, living in Germany.

“Surely he saw you hadn’t closed an eye last night” You hadn’t but not for the reasons he believed. You hadn’t even had enough to drink to have a hangover, you hadn’t stopped giving the subject a run for its money.

“Yeah, probably” You shrugged and crossed your arms. If you were going to have that conversation, you were going to stand still.

“Are you okay?” he asked, frowning.

“Yes,” You hesitated “Well, no” You added, “I think we should tell them” By them, you meant your family, his family, and possibly Max’s PR team.

“I think it’s still too early”

“Soon? Max, we’ve been doing this for a year now” “This” was referring to whatever it was you had, until yesterday you thought it was a relationship but now you thought it had actually been just an adventure or an affair all this time. “My father will get over it,” you told him before Max winced and you knew it. Toto Wolff wasn’t his problem “But my father is not the problem” You murmured before closing your eyes “Oh my God” What a fool you had been. Max wasn’t afraid of what his father might say. He wanted you as his little toy, his secret. You let out a bitter laugh. Less than 24 hours ago you were sure that he loved you. How had life changed so fast? “Don’t” You told him, taking a step back when you saw Max get up from the couch to approach you.

“(Y/N)” He called you

“I don’t want to be your dirty little secret, Max,” you said, letting out a bitter laugh. That couldn’t be happening to you “I can’t and won’t be the other woman” Max was a young promise and the girls literally threw themselves at him. You had had to shut your mouth more than once in the last year when he was involved with other girls. And above all, believe him when he told you that everything was rumors. Had he lied about that too?

“You are not my dirty little secret” That was a lie. He knew it, you knew it.

“You treat me like one,” you pointed out. It was almost as if he was ashamed of you, but you knew that in reality, he was too immature to be honest with you about it “And I deserve more than that”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that if you weren’t ready to commit, you just had to say so, Max! There was no need to have me hovering around you” You were angrier at his lack of honesty than anything else.

“It’s not that I lack commitment, it’s that for me it’s still too early”

You released an ironic laugh “You and your friends must have had the time of your lives laughing behind my back”

“No one is laughing at you, (Y/N)” He said in a calm tone that almost made you think it was all in your head.

“One of your friends called me 'waity Katie' yesterday” You pointed and saw how his expression changed to a mix between astonishment and surprise “Yes, I heard it, thanks for defending me by the way”

And then he did probably the thing that hurt you the most that night. The bastard shrugged. He shrugged. As if he didn’t care.

“They are just messing around” Was he downplaying it? Wh-What was going on? You had entered a parallel reality suddenly.

“And you let them do it?” you raised your eyebrows

“What am I supposed to do? A scene?”

“Em, yeah,” you told him as if it was obvious.

“Don’t be ridiculous”

“I’m not- “you started before stopping mid-sentence. It made little sense. He had already said everything you needed to know. He didn’t interest her. Not only was he not interested in whitewashing you, but he didn’t even care enough to stand up for you. "You know what?" You left the magnetic elevator key next to the coffee table next to the elevator. “Have a good life” You ended up turning to look at him one last time before walking towards the elevator.

“(Y/N)” He called you but you ignored him and pressed the elevator button.

“I don’t want to hear any more of your bullshit,” you replied, looking into his eyes one last time. Max looked devastatingly beautiful, as always, even with that look on your face “Not anymore” you added before the doors closed in front of you. He didn’t come back. He just stood there.

You greeted the doorman on your way out of the building. Dammit. The storm had broken, and you hadn’t brought an umbrella. Could that day get worse? Apparently yes, because when you were halfway home, soaked to the feet, your phone vibrated with a text from Max.

Max: Call me when you calm down, please?

Call him? He wanted you to call him? Hadn’t he caught the vibe? If he wanted to talk to you, he knew where you lived. He could call you instead of asking you to do so. Suddenly you realized something else. It was always you who made the effort for you. You just sent him to hell, and he was making the minimum effort. How pathetic and painful. Not even the rain could erase the tears in your eyes. It was incredibly painful to find out that a person didn’t love you even a quarter of what you loved about him.

(Y/N): Do me a favor, delete this number.

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June 2022 | Montreal, Canada (Five years later)

There you were. Canada. It wasn’t like you didn’t like to travel and accompany your father from time to time, but Canada meant jet lag and jet lag. He insisted and you couldn’t tell him no, since you had moved back to the UK, you didn’t see each other as often. The bad part was that he hadn’t gotten a room in the same hotel as his, so you were staying somewhere else. What you didn’t know was that Max was staying in the same hotel as you. You were going down in the elevator to have breakfast when it stopped at the fifth floor and Max went up. Great. You two met twice but just exchanged glances or a brief hello, as if you were strangers as if you barely knew who each other was. Actually, for the rest of the world, it was like that. You two never existed.

You moved your leg up and down impatiently, looking at the floor numbers as the elevator descended. Just as they were about to take you downstairs, you saw out of the corner of your eye that Max, who had been staring at you ever since he entered the elevator, would open his mouth, ready to say something.

You beat him to it “Whatever it is, save it, I don’t want to hear it” You told him before the elevator doors opened and you shot out of there.

The fight between Red Bull and Mercedes was real. Especially after last year, when he had been world champion. You couldn’t help but be happy for him even when your father was still complaining about how Masi had given away the championship to Red Bull. Max deserved it because he was an incredible driver but also now everyone was doubting last year’s championship and you knew he wanted to show that he was worthy of being world champion. You could respect that.

That same night, when you were watching a movie and about to sleep, someone knocked on your door. When you looked through the peephole, you saw it was Max. You got nervous. Anyone could see him standing there in the middle of the corridor in front of his door.

You yanked the door open “What are you doing here? People are gonna see you,” you whispered before grabbing his arm and pulling him into your room to close the door behind him.

“I need to talk to you,” Max explained

“I don’t see why,” you replied, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You know why”

“No, I don’t, I don’t read minds”

“I wanna talk about it” You knew that by “it” he probably meant the obvious. What had happened to you? You didn’t want to put labels on it because you didn’t even know if what they had qualified as a relationship.

“About what? You’re gonna have to be more specific than that, Max.” If he wanted to talk, then they were going to talk, but first, you were going to make him suffer a little.

“I wanted to talk about what happened, in Monaco, five years ago”

“You will say”

“You tried to give me an ultimatum” Oh, if that was how he was going to start by accusing you, then it would not end any better than last time.

“After a year Max, that doesn’t even count as an ultimatum, especially when you were supposed to be in a relationship,” you replied, trying to keep your voice as calm as possible. What you had had had been a relationship, at least for you.

“We were in a relationship,” Max corrected you.

“It didn’t seem like it.” You wanted to be as honest as possible. For a year it had seemed that way, but then you realized you had just ignored the signs.

“I’m sorry, for everything”

“You’re going to need more than that Max” That he apologized was the beginning, but now that he had stirred up the past, you wanted him to really mean it.

“I was an asshole” Max ruffled the hair on the back of his neck with his hand.

“Yes, you were” There was no point in denying it when it was what you thought.

“Thanks,” He replied with a sarcastic tone

“You said it first,” You shrugged

“I’m sorry I kept you in the dark and kept you a secret,” He clarified. At least he acknowledged that he had done wrong “You deserved more”

“That’s not even the problem” Actually it was okay for Max to admit that he had been wrong for keeping you a secret but that wasn’t even what hurt you the most “You made fun of me by letting other people put me nicknames” The fact that he had said nothing. Uff, that if he had hurt “You played games with me, I didn’t deserve that” The lie had bothered you the most. He just needed to be honest with you “You could just be honest and tell me you weren’t ready for commitment in the first place”

“You’re right, I was immature”

“Yes, you were”

“I should have been honest with you”

“Yes, you should have”

“And I should have said something that night at the club”

“Yes, you should have,” you repeated with a nod. You would deny nothing or try to make him feel better about it. If he wanted to be a big boy, then he had to accept his mistakes.

“Are you going to agree with everything I say? Well, that’s something new,” He scoffed.

You shrugged. “If you’re going, to tell the truth, I won't make you feel better about yourself.”

“I’m really, really sorry” He finished, and you believed him. After he listed the mistakes he had made, you believed him. It meant that he really knew that he was wrong and that he wasn’t saying it to sweeten your ears or because it was what he thought you wanted to hear.

“Because right now?” You asked, a little curious, why he had removed all this so many years later and why he seemed so eager to clear things up, “Why did you come?”

“Your perfume”

“What?”

“Today, in the elevator, I could smell your perfume,” Max explained “It reminded me of a lot of things, but it made me realize I miss you and that I could never fill the void that you left”

“We have crossed paths many times in the last few years,” you pointed out. You had not spoken, but you had seen each other on over one occasion afterward. It wasn’t like I saw you for the first time today.

“And I’ve always been able to ignore what I felt after seeing you, letting it go” Max nodded I understand what you were referring to. It was strange because his visit that night had taken you by surprise “Until today”

“And what happened today?” You raised your eyebrows.

“Today I couldn’t let go,” He said and you couldn’t help but gasp. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? “And I hate I can’t move on, get over you. Today I just stare there, watching you walk away from me and it felt painful” Oh God. Oh my God. He was saying what you thought he was saying. There were no doubts. You didn’t believe in destiny. You were a person of facts. If you couldn’t see it, you didn’t believe in it, but your heart wanted to believe Max. You hated when your heart got involved because he was the one who made you make stupid decisions.

“So…” you said after a moment of silence between the two of you, not sure how to continue that conversation or if there was actually anything else to say.

“So…”

“You like my perfume,” you told him, raising your eyebrows in mockery.

Max let out a laugh “I just gave you an entire book of apologies and that’s the only thing left in your head?”

You shrugged “You said my perfume made you come here, so it’s an important fact though” You answered before he took a step towards you, closing the distance between you “What are you doing?”

“I’m kissing you,” Max answered before leaning towards you to meet your lips with yours. That took you back in time, to those sneaky caresses, to those stolen kisses and secret encounters. It took you back to his apartment in Monaco, to his couch, petting Sassy, while Max watched a football match. It made you remember him and the familiarity of him and, unfortunately, you liked that a lot. He felt like home, he felt like he belonged. When you separated you stayed looking at him but you saw how his gaze lowered a little and you noticed that from above he had a good angle of your boobs under your pajama satin tank top.

“Stop,” you told him, crossing your arms over your chest to cover yourself.

“I didn’t do anything,” He replied, feigning innocence and raising his hands up.

You gave him a reproachful look. Clearly, he was looking at your boobs, taking advantage of the fact that he was a couple of centimeters taller than you. Honestly, you weren’t expecting visitors either, so you were in pajamas and without a bra, so you didn’t want to lower your eyes to see if your panties were showing on the satin.

“Ok, sorry, it’s not my fault they’re exposed like that”

You let out a laugh “Really? You just apologized and now you want to offend me again?”

“Is a compliment”

“You are very close to being kicked out of my room” You warned him

“What do I have to do so you don’t?” He asked to give you a puppy look. You hated the way he was a professional extortionist and the soft spot you had for him.

“Stop acting like a slug when I just forgave you,” You said, and he licked his lips almost without thinking, which made you unable to prevent your mind from drifting towards not holy thoughts.

“Ok, ok, I’m done,” He said, raising his hands in a sign of innocence before you approached him a little closer, bumping your chest against his to kiss him again. Were you acting contradictory? Yes, of course, you did, but suddenly you wondered how it would feel to run your hand through his hair. To feel again the sensation of your fingers massaging the nape of his neck.

“Who’s acting like a slug now?” He scoffed, briefly separating from you to rest the back of his head against yours.

“Shut up,” you complained before kissing him again so you wouldn’t have to listen to his arrogant and stupid mouth mocking you. Max was arrogant, and he knew what generated you, you were not immune to his charms and there was no point in denying it. What were you doing messing with him five years after you dumped him? Clearly, I wasn’t thinking rationally. You were thinking about your vagina. Were you going to regret it later? Definitely not because sex with him had always been good. Now, the problem was going to happen after that. Because if there was one thing you didn’t want, it was to go back to where you guys had been and there was no chance of getting back into a relationship with Max after what had happened. You weren’t sure you could bet on yourself again.

Your hands slid down the back of your neck caressing your hair. You remembered how much you liked to do that. Max grabbed you around the waist to lift you slightly into the air and carry you to the bed. You pulled him to you again by his shirt from him when he put you on the bed. He was still wearing the same perfume. You took a few seconds to inhale his scent. That felt familiar and felt too close to make you feel sentimental. That was a bad idea. You had to act and not think. You slid your hands to unbutton his jeans before removing the Red Bull polo shirt.

“You really want to undress me I see”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up.” You had forgotten how arrogant he could be. As in everything he did, he liked to succeed in all areas of his life. You hated to admit it, but he fucked well and he was well aware of that.

He giggled and just kissed you again, making you smile between the kiss, remembering how much fun you guys could have together. Max grabbed the edge of your shorts and pulled them down your legs, along with your panties. Your legs stretched out and your feet stood on tiptoes, craving his touch.

He moved you to the edge of the bed, and he knelt between your legs. You rested your elbows on the bed so you could see him. He ran his tongue along your folds and you gasped, throwing your head back. The anticipation was killing you. He started playing with his tongue in your pussy, playing with your opening, teasing you, and getting to know him. Max was enjoying taking you to the limit. You moved slightly, and he placed his hand on your belly to keep you still by pressing you against the mattress. He moved up your folds to your clit and sucked on it, making you let out a loud, clear moan. The way he took his time, to adore you, to make you feel as much pleasure as possible. Your hands clung to the fabric of the sheets as Max worked on your pussy. You felt how the muscles of your pussy contracted against his tongue and you knew he was stubborn enough not to stop until you came in his mouth. You moved your hips against your mouth as much as his hand pressing your belly against the bed allowed. Max nibbled lightly on your clit before outlining it with the tip of his tongue, making you crave contact as he ran his tongue around his without touching it. He knew what he was doing because two minutes later he was back at it, licking up your juices and sucking on your clit, making your cunt twitch every time he did it. Your moans grew louder as he reached for his arms to play with the tips of your nipples between his fingers. That was it, that sent you over the edge and it was all it took for you to let out a little yelp of pleasure before you came against him. Even in the post-orgasm fog, you could feel him sucking your juices. Playing with your fingers there didn’t feel nearly the same. You had forgotten what devastating orgasms were like.

Your mind was still trying to recover from the earthquake that had been your orgasm when you felt Max pull you towards him and turn you over, placing your face down on the mattress. You let out a lopsided smile. He still remembered it. Bastard.

“I still remember how much you liked to do it that way,” he murmured, pushing you into doggy style on the bed.

“Do you?” You asked, raising your eyebrows as he brushed your hair to one side so that it fell over your shoulder.

“Yes, I remember it pretty well actually,” He whispered, playing with the tip of his cock against your folds. You couldn’t help but move your ass against him “Along with your moans when you were full of my cock”

“You may imagine things,” you pointed out, letting out a gasp as you felt him place just the tip of his cock inside you.

“Do you believe so? We will see,” He said before sliding the rest of his cock inside you in one motion.

“Fuck yes” You exclaimed. You felt so full with his cock inside you.

“You were saying?” He asked, and despite having his back turned, you could feel the arrogant smile on his face.

“Shut up,” you moaned before he moved inside you. How good that felt. You were so full, so wet that his cock slid smoothly inside you. You felt how he approached your ear and played with the earlobe, nibbling on it while he rammed you hard. Max’s hands slid in front of you to play with your clitoris between his fingers, rubbing it hard and making you let out a couple of moans that came out more like screams than anything else. The combination of sensations and movements was exquisite. You needed it as much as you needed to come at that moment. You could feel your juices soaking into your thighs too. He panted and moan against your ear, causing the air to tickle you, making you want his cum more and more. You wanted to cum, you needed to cum.

“Should I-” Max asked in a gasp. You knew what he was going to ask. He always asked you the same thing when you guys had safe sex.

“No” He wanted to know if he had to get his cock out of him or not. The answer was always no, but you were taking pills and the idea of having your cum between your legs really turned you on. “It’s okay”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah” You confirmed him and that was enough because he started moving faster against you. You could feel the noise of his balls slapping against your legs until the tug of your earlobe between his teeth and you knew he was on edge. You contracted the muscles of your pussy around his cock on purpose, which made you feel the first load of his cum inside you, which triggered your second orgasm of the night. How good that felt.

You rolled over to place your back against the mattress and Max threw himself next to you. You fell into silence for the next two minutes before Max spoke again.

“Everything is ok?”

You just gave him a shaky smile in response because you weren’t sure you knew what to say.

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July 2022 | Monte Carlo, Monaco

The next few weeks were a bit of a blur. You had returned to England but then found a lame excuse to visit your father in Monaco. You and Max hadn’t stopped fucking in those two weeks. If it wasn’t in bed, it was on the couch and if it wasn’t on the couch, it was on the kitchen counter. Anywhere was a good excuse to get naked. You hadn’t talked about what was going to happen to you later. On the one hand, you didn’t want to do it because you really wanted nothing more than sex. You needed to repeat it to yourself. Just wanted sex from him. You couldn’t hope for anything more about Max. They hadn’t spoken until that night. The next morning Max was going to go to Silverstone, and you were going to stay with Susie and your brother Jack.

You were both in bed after watching a football game, watching the post-game interviews with Max hugging you from behind in a spoon position when he turned down the volume.

“I grew up,” He said suddenly.

“I see,” you told him, raising your eyebrows, thinking that he was referring to his sexual abilities.

“No, not like that,” He shook his head “I’m not a kid anymore”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning that I learned from my mistakes,” He clarified.

Oh. He wanted to go there? You straightened up to separate yourself a bit from him, sitting on the couch to turn to look at him “What are you saying, Max?” You wanted to know what he meant before you said anything.

“I want to say that we deserve a second chance”

You laughed “Yeah, I’m not doing that again, you wanna fuck? Fine, but I’m not trying anything else with you ever again”

“Why not?” He asked, and you felt a little guilty for being so blunt about it, but you had to be. You felt you had to protect your heart.

“Cause we already tried once and everything went down the drain”

“(Y/N), I’m not just fucking with you, I don’t want just sex from this” Max frowned "I thought we agreed about it”

You raised your eyebrows “Apparently we are not”

“You thought I just wanted sex from you and that’s why I went to apologize? I was hoping you would have a higher opinion of me.”

“I do, It’s just that-” You let out a sigh “We already collided once Max, the last time it didn’t go very well”

“So? Let’s try again”

“Max, I-” You passed your hand around your neck “I can’t allow you to break my heart again” The feeling of losing it and the anguish of having done it that way had left you broken into a thousand pieces.

“I won’t do it”

“You can’t give me guarantees,” you pointed out

“(Y/N)” He called you taking you by the cheeks so you could look at him “I know what I did wrong five years ago and I don’t plan to do it again, this time we are going to do it right”

“And what if not?”

“Then I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you.” He replied, and the sweet way he said it made your heart race.

You sighed “Do you really want to do this?”

“Yes, I do”

“Don’t break my heart again Max”

“I won’t”

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July 2022 | Le Castellet, France

You believed it could not be repeated and yet, Max and you had returned to stolen kisses and secret meetings everywhere. You had agreed to try something serious again with him, but you had not agreed to make it public yet. Now, the one who did not want everyone to know was you. The roles had been reversed. You still weren’t sure that this was going to end well, and you didn’t want to stir up the abyss for nothing.

“Ok, we need to tell them,” Max told you as he stroked your hair. You were lying on the bed of the motorhome waiting for it to be time for him to go to the paddock.

“No, we don’t”

“You know what Christian is going to do if he finds out for someone else? Eat me for breakfast,” Max complained.

You rolled your eyes “Sometimes I can’t believe how dramatic you are”

“(Y/N), we are going serious about this,” Max frowned “I thought we agreed on that”

“We do, but I don’t want to stir everything up for nothing,” You shrugged “Let’s go step by step”

“Are you afraid that we won’t last?”

“Honestly? I don’t know what’s going to happen” You confessed biting your lower lip “And I don’t want to add more factors to the equation”

“Your father deserves to at least know” Max’s family already knew and had kept it a secret, so it was only fair that your father found out too.

“Now, do you want to tell him?” Five years ago, that had been one of the turning points for you and now he kept pressing you to be honest with your father.

“I told you to grow up and I think so. He deserves to know” Max shrugged “Besides, I’m not a child. Toto Wolff doesn’t scare me”

“Sure?” It didn’t scare him as a director of Mercedes but as a father-in-law? That was a whole other version.

“I would do anything for you” He wasn’t a romantic who was always making grand gestures or saying cheesy things to you, but when he said things like that your heart swelled.

“Ok, I’ll try to tell him after this weekend”

The “after this weekend” ended up becoming “today” because you couldn’t deal with the anxiety of sharing the garage with your father and the only thing you could think about throughout the race was that you were a liar. Max’s words kept echoing in his mind. Susie was with you and Jack was staying in Monaco, so maybe with her around you could soften the blow? Would you have to tell Susie first? You walked to your father’s office. He was working on his laptop. Your flight back to Monaco was supposed to leave in an hour and the airport was five minutes away, so you weren’t surprised your father was still working. You walked into the office that had the door open, rubbing your hands, not knowing what to say, or having an armed speech. were you doing the right thing?

“What happened?” He asked before looking up at you and chuckling, “Why do you look like you’ve broken all the china?”

“I need to tell you something,” you told him, swallowing hard.

“You say,” your father replied, leaning back in his chair and putting aside his laptop. One thing you loved about him is that he always found time for you, but at the time you hated he was staring at you like that.

You decided to just blurt out the truth at once, without anesthesia “I’m kind of dating Max” You confessed with a sigh before clarifying “Max Verstappen”

Your father stared at you for a minute, which made you wonder if he had even heard you because he didn’t even blink at you “For how long?”

“For a few weeks now” You bit your lower lip

“Is it serious?”

“Yes, well, I hope it’s” You wanted to be as honest as possible with your father so that he wouldn’t believe that you simply had a crush on Max.

Your father just stared at you. He didn’t say a word. You opened your mouth to ask if he was okay before he jumped up and walked past you to leave the office.

“Dad?” You asked, walking next to him. Your father didn’t answer you, he just kept walking out of the Mercedes garage. “Dad?” You repeated a little more anxiously when you followed him into the Red Bull garage. The garage was half empty except for some engineers and Christian who seemed to review some papers.

Horner looked up when he saw your father walk past him without even acknowledging him. “Toto what-“

“Not now, Christian,” your father replied curtly. You gave Christian an apologetic smile before following your father down the hallway to the garage.

You let out a groan when he watched as he yanked open the door to Max’s driver’s room. Shit. You got to him and saw that Max was putting on his shirt with your father staring at him.

“Dad,” you called him, standing between him and Max to get into your father’s field of vision. Max reached out his hand to take one of your hands in his.

He ignored you “This is what we are gonna do, you are coming to my house when we return to Monaco and we are having dinner properly, with you as my daughter’s boyfriend because I hope you are decent enough to make her your girlfriend, are we clear?” Your father hadn’t even looked at you. He was staring at Max, who could only nod.

“Yes sir”

Your father rolled his eyes, although you could see a small twinkle in his eyes. He was enjoying having Max at his mercy “Now take your dirty hands out of my daughter,” He added without waiting for an answer before leaving Max’s driver’s room.

You giggled as your father left before turning to Max “I never thought I’d live to see you call my dad ‘sir’”

“Oh, shut up,” He replied rolling his eyes before pulling you in for a kiss. You were going to make it work. This time, everything was going to be different.

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natslildove · 1 year

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Bring you back

natasha romanoff x reader

summary: since vormir, you haven’t been in touch with any avenger, you went missing. no one knew where you were or if you were even still alive. until one day, you hear a knock on the door and a familiar face awakes something inside of you, you thought was long gone. hope.

warnings: swearing, endgame canon (except tony), bit of angst?

authors note: english is not my first language so pleaaaase be nice :)) this is a mini fic cause i can’t put myself to write something bigger than, idk, like 4 chapters? anyways!!! hope you guys like it!!

3:04 AM

You lay in bed wide awake, staring at the ceiling. Sighing, you turn around for what it feels like the tenth time in less than twenty minutes. It’s almost entirely quiet and all you can hear is the light sound of crickets far away and the soft wind hitting the trees.

You realize tonight would be one of those nights, where you can’t sleep for whatever reason. You get up, brush your teeth and goes to the kitchen room. In your way, you ignore the room at the end of the corridor with a locked door. It’s been 5 years since you’ve last went there.

It’s 2023. Your lover died 5 years ago and yet, technically, she dies this year too. In 3 days, she officially dies in Vormir.

Your stomach growls and you just remembered you haven’t eaten in a few hours. Or days. Or weeks. Who knows, no one’s counting. Opening the refrigerator, you look and there’s an untouched vodka bottle and a soda can. You take the soda, leaving the bottle still untouched. Natasha bought it, said you’d celebrate together after “beating Thanos ass”. She never got home and you never celebrated anything after. Not birthdays, not anniversaries, not holidays. Nothing.

You drink the soda on your way to the living room. Throwing yourself ok the couch and turning the TV on on whatever channel. You just watch the lights, never really paying attention to what was being played.

6:34 AM

You’re still on the couch when you hear a soft knock. You turn the TV off immediately and look for your gun that, just like many things in this house, has been left untouched for years. Checking to see if it’s loaded and, quietly releasing a breathe of relief and you realize it is, you walk slowly to the door trying to make less sound possible. You look through the peephole and it’s black. Someone’s blocking it. You open the door fast and points the gun directly at their head.

“That’s no way of greeting your sister in law”, Yelena says smirking.

“Lena?…” Your voice is hoarse and you just now notice how even your vocal cords were left untouched. For years. You barely recognize your own voice. “How’d you find me?”

“I never lost you” she smiles. “What? You think I’d let your crazy ass just vanish? Nu-uh!” she seems… Weird.

“What do you want?” you ask, not wanting to look at her for too long, afraid it will bring memories you try every day to forget.

“Y/N Y/LN, I am completely offended! Can’t I just come visit to see how you are?”

“I’m fine, goodbye” you went to close the door but her foot stood in the way. “Yelena, get ou-“

“We think we can bring her back” she interrupts you. Her ironic smile is no longer on her face as she says it.

Silence. You finally, actually, look at her. Still, you say nothing you just shake your head. Slowly at first, then faster.

“Don’t.” your voice cracks. Not for being quiet for years, but because you throat is closing. Your eyes feel heavy and you head hurts.

“I’m serious, we might-“

“Don’t!” you say it louder. “Don’t do this to me, Lena. I- I can’t, ok? I can’t.”

“Y/N-“

“No! She’s… She’s dead! She’s been dead for years! Do you know how long it took me to accept it?” you haven’t yet “You can’t show up at my door after 5 years and, and say this! You’re lying, I don’t know why but you are!”

“Will you let me speak? For God sakes!” her throat is closing too “I don’t know the details but there is a chance! It might not work but… What if it does?”

“It won’t.”

“You don’t know that”

Silence.

“What if you have the chance to see her again?” she practically begs “I want my sister back, Y/N! Just as much as you! And if you don’t want to help, then fuck you! We’re doing it without you!” she leaves.

You’re still at the door half an hour later, staring blankly at some tree in the big yard.

“Detka, let me go.” Natasha smiles at you, she’s crying and yet, she looks so in peace.

You’re the opposite. Your eyes are almost jumping out of your face, crying. You look panicked.

“It’s ok”. It’s the last thing she tells you when she let go of your hand. You can’t move and you watch as the woman you love jumps herself to death. You watch as her body hits the ground and the most horrific scream comes out of your mouth. She’s dead. She killed herself for billions who she never even met. People who loved her. People who hated her. People who had no idea how big her heart is. Was.

Giving one last look to her dead, bleeding and broken body, you leave.

When back to the compound, you hear Bruce ask for her. You have no strength and pass out. For days. When you wake up, it’s the middle of the night and you’re alone. Forever. You change clothes, grab some of your stuff making sure to leave your phone there and leave. Never looking back.

Until now.

It’s a day later and you’re staring at the big compound in front of you. You take a big breathe and adjusts the cap in your head. For a second you almost smile, thinking of how many times a cap and a sweatshirt were used as disguise by your ex-coworkers. But you don’t. You don’t even know if you still know how to smile. It’s like your face is forever stuck in this bored and numb look.

You follow the path you did for many years, getting to the elevator and putting your digital. It works still. You’re relieved, it would be embarrassing to call someone.

Tony, Steve, Wanda, Yelena and Clint are in the living room discussing. Yelling and pouting fingers at each other. When, suddenly, the elevator dings.

They all stop and look at it. The doors opens and you look at them. They’re all surprised. Expect for Yelena, she has a knowing smirk on her face.

“So… How are we doing this?”, you ask.

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please tell me what you guys think, it’s my first time writing full english !!! <333

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ghostofhyuck · 3 months

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I want your midnights

But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

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“Goodbye!”

“Take care!”

“Call me when you get home!”

And the very last guest just left your home. You could only let out a sigh as you returned to the mess left as you held a New year party at your home. There’s a lot of deflated balloons, large glitters, and party strings everywhere, the chairs were out of place and the dining table was still full of leftover food.

You can’t even think about the kitchen because you surely know that it’s full of plates and kitchen wares waiting to be washed. The empty bottles of wines and cans of cheap beers heaping on the kitchen island.

You decided to sit on the couch to rest for a bit, that’s when it hit you that your feet are aching from wearing heels the whole night.

“You okay?” a soft tone calls you out and before you knew it, Jeno was kneeling in front of you. Removing your shoes.

“What did I tell you about wearing heels?” he says in a stern voice.

“You know how much I love wearing heels,” you defended.

“Of course I know, but next time don’t wear pointy heels, they’re hard to balance,” your feet are now free and you could only rest your head as exhaustion hits you slowly, ignoring your boyfriend’s nagging.

“Want me to take you to your room?” Jeno asked, sitting beside you.

“No no, I have to clean the mess, you know how lazy I can be in the morning,” you told him.

“You can rest, you know that? I can take care of it,” your boyfriend assures.

“Jeno, you’re tired too, you’ve been helping me nonstop since morning,”

“But —”

“No, I don’t want to hear another word. It’s my party and I’ll clean the mess,” you said with a serious tone.

A minute of silence passed between you two. You and your boyfriend are having a staring contest, waiting on who’ll give in.

“Fine, but I’ll take care of the dishes and the leftover meals,” Jeno surrenders.

You could only chuckle at his defeat, “I love you so much, you know that?”

Jeno smiles, “before that, I want to give you something.”

He quickly leaves the room which confuses you. It’s New Year, and though it’s sweet that he has a gift for you, you’re a bit taken back because you don’t have anything to give him.

“And before you overthink about having nothing to give me, it’s fine don’t worry,” Jeno tells you as soon as he returns. He sat beside you and from there, he was holding a small box.

Your heart started to pound, this isn’t how your New Years supposed to start. You couldn’t help but nervously smile as Jeno places the small box in front of you.

Contrary to what you thought it was, the box contains a silver chain necklace with a pendant of a “J.” Making you sigh in relief.

“It’s beautiful,” you muttered. It was simple but it totally suited your taste. You grabbed the necklace as your fingers traced the pendant. “J for Jeno?”

“I have yours too,” Jeno replies, grabbing a necklace that was hidden from his undershirt. Same design with your initial as his pendant.

“Come here, I’ll put it on you,” you immediately handed him the necklace, turning around and brushing off the hair that covers your neck.

You felt the cold pendant just above your chest. You couldn’t help but smile as you wore your lover’s initials. He also wore yours which made you smile wider.

“Jeno!” you couldn’t help but to squeak as he kissed your neck — next thing you knew, his lips trailed on your shoulder while his arms were wrapped around your waist.

“Yes?” he asked innocently.

“We need to clean up the mess,” you tell him but you couldn’t help but soften against his touch and kisses especially when he pulls you closer to him.

“It can wait.”

“But I’m tired and sleepy,” you whined, trying to squeeze yourself out but Jeno is just too strong for your own good.

“I told you that you can go and rest,” he rebuts.

“It’s my party, I should clean too!”

But it seems like Jeno is not stopping. You could only roll your eyes as you tried to fix your position, finding yourself comfortable sitting on his lap. From there, you could see his smile where his eyes also smile too. His hands are on your waist which tells how much he wants this.

“You better help me clean, okay?” you said before placing a kiss on his cheeks. You couldn’t help but chuckle as a lipstick mark planted perfectly on his cheeks.

“Of course, come here now,” he tells you eagerly, pulling you to a deep kiss.

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zepskies · 1 year

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Never Say Goodbye - Epilogue

Pairing: Dean W. x Female Reader

Summary: The first time you and Dean sensed each other’s thoughts and feelings, you were just kids. It would take years to realize that you both were bonded for life, and even longer to finally meet. [Soulmate AU] (Rated M for eventual scenes – 18+)

AN: Song inspo for this chapter is “Sweet Time” by REO Speedwagon!

Word Count: 2,200 Warnings: Fluff overload!

Epilogue

Seven months later…

Dean settled his hands on your waist as he sidled up behind you in the kitchen, this time in the apartment you shared with him.

You jolted a bit in surprise, but your spine still tingled pleasantly when he enveloped you from behind.

You had gotten ready so quickly this morning that you hadn’t even greeted him yet. He was reminding you of it now as he pressed a kiss behind your ear.

“Gooood morning, Vietnam!” he joked.

He could call you and Sam nerds all he wanted, but Dean loved a classic movie reference.

You smiled and grabbed one of his hands.

“Hey, baby. How do I look on my first day as Senior Library Curator?” You turned and showcased what you were wearing.

Dean took in your long black pencil skirt, dark red blouse, and your “I mean serious business” heels with a low whistle, and he twirled you by the hand for effect. Dean himself was already dressed in his work uniform.

“I always like you in red,” he said, briefly focusing on the hint of cleavage, then down the curve of your waist before his gaze fell to your heels. His grin deepened. “I’ma need you to keep those on tonight.”

You laughed and grabbed onto his arms. “I will cook for you in nothing but these heels, but I just need you to do one thing for me.”

Dean’s brows raised as his grin edged into a suspicious smirk.

“I’m listening,” he said.

“I need someone to come pick out the flowers with me this weekend,” you said. “And the plates at the dinnerware rental place.”

Dean tipped his head back and groaned. That was so not “just one thing.”

You rubbed his arms.

“Please?” you asked. “I’ve already got the silverware picked out. I just need some help deciding on a few things.”

“I’m really not the one you want to take. I’m good with anything, seriously.”

You pouted at him. “You can’t be serious. You really don’t have any opinion on this stuff? This is our wedding, Dean.”

He gave you a measured look.

“Listen,” he said. “I don’t care if you want a Mariachi band with little sombreros on every drink. I just wanna get married.”

You laughed, but the sentiment behind his words made you smile. Your hands slid up to his shoulders as he pulled you in closer. A new silver ring, this time with a small shining stone, glinted on your left hand.

One of the few things Bobby had saved of Aunt Karen’s had been her wedding bands. He’d seen no better use for her engagement ring than giving it to his almost-son, for his almost-daughter. Dean was grateful, and you were honored to wear it.

“Okay, how about this,” you said. “I’ll ask Ellen and Jo to come with me to pick the flowers and the plates. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is creating a music playlist for the DJ.”

Dean perked up at that. Since the Roadhouse burned down, Ellen and Jo had moved up to Sioux Falls. Last he’d heard (yesterday, from you), Ellen had all but moved in with Bobby.

“But no ACDC,” you warned him. “And I’ll be approving the list when you’re done.”

Now it was his turn to pout. “Killjoy.”

At the puppy-dog downturn of his eyes, you rolled yours. You knew he was playing you, but somehow you were always weak for it.

You made a sound of exasperation.

“Okay, fine. One ACDC song.”

Dean flashed you a grin. “That’s why you’re my favorite.”

“Mhmm.”

“And, just so I know, are we still on for the naked cooking?” he asked.

You scoffed.

“Oh, no. That’s for men who obey me. You, sir, just welched out of every request I made.” You emphasized this with a finger pressing into his chest. Dean chuckled.

“Touché,” he said. “Okay, here’s what I can do for you. I will…take you out for dinner on Friday.”

You crossed your arms, waiting expectantly. Knowing he hadn’t hooked you yet, he amended.

“Tomorrow?” he said. “We’ll get sushi. Come on, we never get sushi.”

Mostly because Dean didn’t trust raw fish. But if he must, he could get some fried breaded shrimp if it made you happy. Plus, there were all those dipping sauces.

Dean liked dipping sauces.

“Dancing,” you said. “Tonight. Sushi after. Tomorrow, I promise I’ll cook for you…with the heels, and very little but the heels.”

Dean thought about it with an undecided hum. He wasn’t working late tonight, so he supposed he could go out. He almost grimaced at “dancing,” but you were gentle in pushing him past his comfort zone with stuff like this (and teaching him how to dance, slowly but surely).

Still, it was worth it to see you get all dressed up. Naked cooking was also very worth it.

“All right, I think I can make that work,” he said.

You smiled brightly, and he realized it was already worth it.

“Okay, I just have a few minutes before I need to get out of here,” you said, taking a breath.

You were a bit nervous about your first day in your new position. You had just been promoted after almost a year. While you were comfortable in your job at the museum, overseeing the rare books library, you’d never been a manager before. You would now have two new hires under you, and it was your responsibility to train them as well.

Dean felt your nervousness. He rubbed your back. “Hey. You’re gonna be great, baby. You know what you’re doing.”

With a grateful look, you braced your hands on his chest and smoothed out his black Sioux Falls PD uniform. He filled it out well.

“Gotten used to having a real uniform yet?” you asked. “Hope my dad’s not driving you too crazy.”

Dean grinned. “Nah. I’ll admit, he kicked my ass a bit in the beginning, but he’s a lot like Bobby. Soft in the middle.”

In fact, Jack was the one who’d recommended that Dean try out the police academy to begin with.

“You’ve got the instincts,” Jack had told him. It was their first time sharing a beer, about a month after Dean returned to South Dakota permanently. He’d been struggling to find a job that would fit him (and his lack of professional experience).

“What you lack in discipline now, you’ll make up for in knowin’ how to read people,” said Jack. “Being solid under pressure. Good at running down leads. And who knows. Maybe you’ll make detective one day.”

Dean smiled at the idea, but he still cocked his head uncertainly.

“I don’t know. I’m not exactly used to grabbing a warrant before I pick a lock, ya know?”

“Well, I know this.” Jack pointed at him. “You’re a shark, Dean. Sharks can’t stay still, they’ve gotta keep swimming.”

“Okay, meaning?”

“Doing construction, working on cars, fixing people’s houses…after a lifetime of being under fire, are you really gonna be content doing any of those?” Jack asked.

Dean was grateful for that conversation. While there were things he missed about his old life, he was able to build a new one. And he didn’t have to hang up his gun to do it.

Dean let go of you so he could twirl his keys around his finger and clip them to his belt in one smooth motion. “Just you wait. I’ll be runnin’ this town in no time.”

“That’s a scary thought.” You laughed. “Oh hey, has Sam called you? He’s supposed to tell me if he’s bringing a plus one to the wedding.”

Dean smiled, despite a rueful twinge. Sam was halfway through his first year in law school—over in New York. He came home for the weekend whenever he could, but if Dean was honest, it was hard letting Sam run back to school.

What made it easier was that Dean wasn’t alone this time. He had you. You were also understanding, and you insisted that Sam stay here at the apartment whenever he came home.

“Yeah, he was gonna tell you in person this weekend, but…he found her,” Dean said.

You gasped. “No, he did?”

“Yeah, he really found his soulmate. On the subway of all places.”

You laughed. “That must’ve been a fun ride.”

You could only imagine the chaos of starting to hear your soulmate’s thoughts in a New York City subway. You were so happy for Sam.

You clapped your hands.

“Oh, I’m so excited to meet her! This is going to be so awesome! Is he bringing her this weekend? What’s her name? Is she going to school too?”

Dean laughed and calmed down your onslaught of questions. That, at least, hadn’t changed.

“Okay, come on. You’re going to be late for work,” he reminded you. “Your first day as head boss lady of dusty books.”

“Excuse me. Rare dusty books,” you corrected with a playful slap to his chest. “But this is too important! Ugh, I’m calling him right now.”

“No, you don’t. He’s in class, and now we both need to get to work. Come on, get those perky buns movin’.”

He ushered you out by lightly spanking your butt. You sighed, but you were still smiling as you grabbed your purse and let him guide you out the front door. You lived on the first floor, so it was a quick walk to where both your cars were parked: the sleek black Impala and a blue Camaro, side by side.

Before you forgot, you reached out and grabbed Dean by the collar.

“All right, Officer. Have a good day today,” you said.

Dean smirked and tucked a strand of your hair, freed from your clip, behind your ear.

“See ya, beautiful. Don’t dust off any suspicious lamps.”

“I thought you said genies weren’t like that in real life,” you quipped. You leaned up on your toes, and he met you there with a kiss that was sweet at first, but then it lingered and deepened. He held you to him close.

These were the small kinds of moments that he liked to savor with you. Because it reminded him of a time when he never thought he would have this—a life outside of hunting. A life after hunting.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was a real life with you, where Sam was still an important part of it.

“I love you. You know that?” said Dean.

And he meant that, deep in his bones.

When he gave you that ring a few months ago, it finally hit him that what he felt wasn’t just part of the “cosmic bond,” as you’d once called it. The two of you had scraped and fought hard to find each other, and even harder to stay with each other.

And he hadn’t protected you just because he felt responsible for your safety. He’d done it because the idea of losing you had scared him worse than dying himself.

So when you smiled and kissed him again, Dean breathed in your perfume and reminded himself that those darker days were in the past. Your airy laugh reminded him.

“Yeah, I do know,” you replied with a wink. “I’ll see you later.”

He tugged you back by the hand. “Uh, uh. If I say it, you gotta say it.”

“Oooh, I see. My bad,” you nodded. You took his hand—the one that wore his mother’s ring—and you kissed his knuckles. “I love you. I love you, and I love you. Be safe out there.”

He grinned and finally released you. You got in your car and watched him leaning against Baby with his arms crossed and his sunglasses on. In his police uniform, he looked like a scene out of Bad Boys.

You beeped the horn at him twice before you pulled out of the driveway. Dean watched you go with a smirk. When he realized he was pushing it for time himself, he climbed into the Impala. He stroked the leather steering wheel.

What do you know, Baby. We’re respectable.

Jack was definitely going to ride his ass for being late. Today, that was all right.

Dean never thought this would be his life, but he had a feeling that his dad would be proud.

He would be, he heard you say in his mind, through the soul bond. He is.

Dean smiled.

Focus on the road, he reminded you. He sensed the equivalent of you rolling your eyes. But a few minutes later, he heard you jamming out to REO Speedwagon. Another rock wannabe, in his opinion. Only you would listen to that crap.

Baby, we can take our own sweet tiiiime. And spend it when we want to ‘cause it’s yours and miiiine, you sang, and not always on key.

Let our love come easy and we fiiiind…~

Dean shook his head, despite a fond smirk.

…Well, he thought, maybe this one wasn’t that bad.

We can make it. And we’ll take our own sweet time.

AN: *sniffs* Who's peeling onions?

But seriously, thank you so much to all of you who read and enjoyed this story! It's been one of my favorites to write in a long time.

And I will say, if I do get requests, I will return to this AU and dabble some more. I love early seasons Sam and Dean, and this world is a special one to me!

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aleksa-sims · 6 months

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RL Simselfstory (18+)

CW: unplanned pregnancy, pregnancy stuff, addiction, drugs ⚠️

It was Friday. Finally! That was my last day of work in that fucking asylum I worked. 🥳 Goodbye Mr. B., on never reunion! 😡

I had a date with N. I haven’t seen him all week. Which kind of unsettled me. After all there was still his.... fiancée or ex-fiancée. Second, I’ve probably been pregnant, since our last night together in his Mom's house.... Anyway, first I went to Sandra, to visit her and little Liam, who, btw.... shit on me. 🤨 Yep, little stinky pooped and the poop escaped! 💩 My dress was the target. So, Sandra lent me something to wear.

Sandra was the only one I told about Nico and that I might be pregnant. S. was so happy for me. She said, I have to keep this baby! Who knows, if I will ever get pregnant again, after I had those issues in summer last year? It's like a little miracle she meant. Also this was the second time I was pregnant by N. So this time, I just have to keep it, she said. But what about Daniel? I was so sad again. When I stopped by my apartment at the beginning of the week, to check if everything is still ok there, I had that sad dream about Daniel. I was totally depressed because of that. But apart from Daniel and Nico’s ex- fiancée, there was a really serious problem, that will await me and my baby, if I am actually pregnant. 😥🤦‍♀️ My fucking pills! I relapsed a few weeks ago and had to start that drug replacement therapy again. This damn thing ruined everything. That’s why, I’m going to make an appointment for an abortion. But Sandra and my Grams will save my Baby. 😞 They’re gonna change my mind at the last second! 🩷🧡 But as for my addiction & pregnancy, I think I’ll have to make a own post about it. I mentioned once, at the beginning, that I had a high-risk pregnancy. And well, this was the reason.

Anyway, Sandra tried to calm me down..

Sandra: Don’t you worry, sweetie! After the weekend we will get you a pregnancy test and if it's actually positive, I'll help you. 💛

Me: Ok. But what about Nico? He doesn't even like Babyies. Besides, he’s gonna hate me for taking those damn pills.

Sandra: Yeah, that’s pretty serious A.... But your doc said your pills won’t hurt your baby in case of pregnancy. So don't worry, it's gonna be fine. 😟

Me: Yea, but he also said, that my baby might get withdrawal symptoms the first days after birth. Daniel and I talked about all this earlier. But Nico? He's gonna hate me! And he's right! I'm gonna die if my Baby gets withdrawal. But my parents are gonna kill me anyway. 😩🤦‍♀️

Sandra: I'm sure N. ’ll love your Baby.... Once he’s here to pick you up, I’ll give him Liam. You’ll see, he’ll like it and he’ll change his mind about Babies.

Nico came...

Sandra: Hi, Nico! Nice to see you. Glad you're back. (😬)

Nico: Hi, S.! Yea, good to see you too. Kind of crazy. I barely left for a year and everyone has babies. Philip told me a bit last summer... Are you ok?

Sandra: Yea all fine. He's my little sunshine. He has changed my whole life. I'm so grateful for my Baby.

Nico: Glad to hear that. You look good S.... Oh, and I got a little something for.... Liam, right? Here, just a gift card, nothing special. I'm not that good with all that baby stuff.

Sandra: Whaat??.... Thanks, N. This is so cute, but you didn't have to! 🤩

Nico: Not a big deal.

Sandra: Now I see it too, you’ve changed, N.... I like that. 😊

Me: Aww, you're so sweet. I missed you.

Nico: I missed you too, you’re so pretty, babe.

Nico (to S.'s bf): Yo, man!... What happend to your black suits? Is that... hipster, nerdy look, your new style now? 🤨

S.'s bf: What happened to your tracksuits? Ha? 😮‍💨

Nico: You’ve never seen me in a tracksuit, so what’s your point?

S.'s bf: Hm, that’s how I remembered you. Maybe bcs of your... soccer thing, you know? 🤨

Nico: Yea, anyway 😒 ...... Let’s go, babe. Today I’ll take you to my place.

Me: And you're sure we'll be alone there?

Nico: Don't you trust me? I told you, I broke up with her. It's over.

Me: But why didn't you want to see me? I was so sad this week.

Nico: I wanted to see you! I just didn’t have time, I was busy with soccer. Was pretty tough that week. But you knew that. I called you. Every day.

Me: Yea. Idk? I thought maybe she was with you? And I was so sad about Daniel too. But when you’re with me, that pain is gone.

Nico: Why didn’t you just tell me?... I was at practice and I couldn’t come to you bcs of your parents .🤷‍♂️ But let's talk later about that.

I think Liam thought Nico was Daniel. 🙁 He started crawling all the way to Nico. Just to look and smile at him. He was literally cracking up about Nico. This was so funny. I’ve never seen and heard Liam laugh so loudly and much. So cute! Sandra asked Nico to take Liam in his arms. She wanted to see, if he was really afraid of Babies. Nico hesitated. But I could understand him! Liam just pooped, that little stinky. Again! 💩💩🤷‍♀️

Nico (to S.): Can you please take Liam. I think he’s pooping.

Sandra: OH! Ok sorry. Yea, just give him to me.

Nico: Heh! I knew it, I knew it! 😄

Sandra: Oh no, Liam! That new baby food, is probably not really good for you, huh?

Nico: This little dude seems like a little shit. 😉😄

Sandra: Just wait till you get your own little shit.

Nico: Nah! No thanks! As long as I can avoid it, I will.

Sandra: Are you sure you’re doing everything to avoid it?

Nico: I hope so? 🫤

Sandra: But seriously Nico. What if A. wants a Baby? Will you say no to her?

Nico: Am... If she really wants a Baby, I won’t say no to her, of course.

Sandra: But what about you? Will you take care of your Baby?

Me: 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

Nico: I'll have to, I guess... Babe? You ok?... What's up?

Me: Nothing! Let's just go.

Nico took me to his place, where he and his ex-gf lived together. I was so nervous. I was afraid of what to expect. He warned me and said that some of her things are still lying around there. He tried to put everything away today, so that I feel comfortable there, but some of her stuff, she still has to pick up. I could see he was nervous too. Rather worried that it could hurt me, to see, how the two have lived together.

He also told me, when she moved in with him, she has the entire living room newly furnished, without Nico knew about it. She just ordered everything in Nico’s name, so he got the bill at the end. A friend of hers studied interior design or something and that girl, wanted to redecorate his whole apartment. But Nico came home from abroad in time and was able to stop this shit. He was totally pissed! He didn’t want to pay that bill and told her that she has to do it, or he's gonna dump her. Well, her parents had to pay for the new living room.... This is so crazy!! I'd never do something like this! Even now not after all those years with him.

Anyway, next time I will tell more about her and I will meet her there myself. 🤦‍♀️ Actually, she was ok. And tbh, I felt bad about her. She told me what happened to her a few years ago. Something really bad! That’s also why Nico couldn’t just break up with her, like he thought. She threatened to hurt herself, if he did. I thought that was totally stupid of her!! And I was mad at Nico, bcs he allowed her to succeed with that pity shit. But you'll see soon what I mean.

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Flamethrower

Steve Harrington x Female!Reader

Things unsaid do not mix well with distance and looming danger... Throw in misunderstandings and unrequited love (?) - and watch it explode.

Oh how you wished you’d forgotten what it was like to be in love with Steve Harrington.

With your nose bleeding profusely all over your creamy Poirot pants, you stared out of the BMW’s shotgun window, the neon signs from cafés and the flicking road lights blurring into a blinding halo, making your eyes water.

You supposed it made sense. This sort of mental obsession you had been struggling with ever since you were a kid, which over the years led to Harrington becoming a four-letter word in your vocabulary against all rules of grammar.

Picture this. You were like two peas in a pot when you were children, your Dads maintaining that weird sort of friendship where they would bump fists and share a bottle of Chivas in private, but would trash talk each other at all public-facing networking events.

Really, just like your fathers’ curious companionship, your and Steve’s relationship didn’t make sense.

Yet it worked. Sort of.

Steve would be a fixture in your room every single Tuesday night, sneaking into your house through the servants door and up the stairs.

(His father tended to finish the work early on Tuesdays, and would bring his pissed-off disposition home for his family to enjoy).

First time, the combination of the chocolate-eyed boy with a tousled mane of hair and the pastel pinks and silks of your bedroom was shocking to a naked eye. It grew comforting afterwards. Homely.

You did not laugh a lot back then. Your mother once bought you a pearl Tiffany bracelet after you smiled at a social outing, claiming it was a miracle. Little did she know what those lips and windpipes of yours were capable of when you were tucked in your bedroom with Steve Harrington - you roared with happy, unapologetic laughter. You, who were what one would call a difficult audience.

(The serious face came with a set of parents who fell just this short of hating each other.)

The only time a smile did not grace your face in Steve’s presence was when you were hugging him goodbye, at the ripe age of thirteen; your mother having walked on your father fucking his 21 year old assistant, and this was a long-awaited tragic finale of their epic love-hate story.

You and your mother moved out to Florida first. Then your mom bled your father dry in the divorce settlement, paving your way to Paris with a brick-like stacks of his hard-earned cash. Over the 5 years you’ve spent there, Paris squeezed Hawkins out of the girl, replacing child-like wonder and genuine excitement for life with a blasé attitude and a cold-heartedness that now felt like it had always lived there, inside your chest - like you were born with it. When your mother’s last flavour of the month - a languid boy named Jean-Pierre or some shit like that - cheated on her with another languid boy, and didn’t even care enough to be discreet about it, your mother somehow came up with a genius idea of going back to the roots.

You were not sure what prompted your mother to go back to Hawkins - and what it was that she was looking to find there exactly, 5 years after she left the place, swearing she would never set foot into it again. Come to think about it, there were not many things you felt sure about anymore.

“You’re still bleeding”, you heard Steve whisper, his worried glance switching from your legs to the road, then back to your legs and to your face, at last. “We should stop. Fix the radio.”

You didn’t even look at him, your gaze fixed firmly on the pitch black scenery outside, now that you’ve reached the outskirts of Hawkins.

“Just drive,” you said without much conviction, your tone passive. Like some kind of reflex, your fingertips touched the thin diamond choker pressing into the skin of your neck; the one your mother told you made you look like a blue-blooded aristocrat.

Made you speak like one, too, as if filtering out the words that fell off your mouth by squeezing your windpipes, ensuring nothing too big or significant slipped out.

“Seriously, Y/N”, Steve insisted, sounding so much like the old Steve, your Steve, it almost threw you. “Can you please stop your bad bitch act for a moment and recognise this is fucked-up? That you’re in danger?!”

You swallowed. It required more effort than you thought it would. “Everything is fucked up”, you shrugged, staring ahead, imagining the car eating the road up, like a starving monster. “If I were to freak out over everything that happened in the last 24 hours alone, I would lose my fucking mind. So lay the fuck off me, Steve. Merci”.

As you watched him press his lips into a thin line, you surprised yourself by feeling guilty. Here you went again, shutting him down, invalidating his feelings for what felt like a millionth time over the last couple of days.

Oh how you wished your heart would do you a favour and forget what is was like to be in love with Steve Harrington. It had no trouble forgetting what it was like to act like a human towards him, all together, after all.

Granted, you weren’t thirteen anymore. Steve wasn’t your best friend anymore, either. That ship had sailed together with your inability to keep in touch with him over the years, because at some point, hearing all the stories of him fucking his way through the cheerleading squad, Hawkins Drama Club and the Yearbook committee became a little too much to bear. As a matter of fact, you thought (or you were telling yourself so) that that ship - your friendship - had sunk in a wreck so spectacular, there was no coming back from it.

Once your mother all but forced you into Steve’s world, insisting on moving back to Hawkins just weeks ago, it became harder to hold the roof of self-preservation over your head, so that destructive hope did not slip into the little mental castle of denial you’ve built for yourself.

Meeting him again after all those years was quite an experience. Something akin to getting hit by a runaway train at its full speed, you’d imagine.

The setting might have had something to do with it, too. The fact that the first time you see your ex-best friend who unknowingly broke your heart was happening against the lovely background of Upside Down with some kind of interdimensional monster going on a killing spree to end the world really did spice up the reunion.

Annoyingly, if anything, this whole fucking nightmare just made your tough exterior - that castle of denial - loose its walls brick by brick quicker. Your defences didn’t stand a fucking chance, not with the man Steve fucking Harrington had grown into taking center stage.

Still ridiculously loyal, to the point of self-sacrificing, fighting to death to protect those he loved. Still a tad shaky with social graces, but furiously solid where and when it really mattered.

He had even more depth, soul and passion, his dad’s constant verbal abuse not holding any power over him anymore. It was the love of the family that he had built for himself that made him stronger, braver - downright unstoppable. Steve Harrington had always been a diamond in a rough, but now that he wasn’t shying away from emotion anymore, transforming its wide spectre from a weakness into a source of inspiration, his shine was blinding.

And then there were you.

It didn’t matter who you were or who you’d schooled yourself into - an insecure, broken and sometimes awkward tomboy who pined for her best friend in silence, who thought it was okay to not be loved back, because that was all she deserved; a southern belle with a sharp tongue but impeccable manners from the Sunshine state, always eloquent and put together; or a blasé Parisian socialite, carrying yourself with a relaxed kind of confidence and a strong sense of your own self worth - you were never enough. And you were never going to be enough - not for Steve Harrington to look at you like you’ve hung the moon.

Like he looked at Nancy Wheeler. Without her having to be anything or anyone but herself.

Steve and you had dealt differently with grief of losing each other all those years ago. He went all out - drinking beer on a school night kind of out, nailing everything with a heartbeat and a pair of double Ds kind of out.

You - you took it all in. While he drank and took lovers and raged on, you bottled everything in, built rules upon rules to guide yourself down the path on which you’d never feel like you’re in danger of losing your heart again. You let your wound get infected and rot. Steve bled you out and moved on. Did you blame him for it? You couldn’t. Were you hurt? Did you think he’d still be here, patiently waiting for you after all these years, harbouring some kind of secret undying feelings for you, yearning for a chance to make a move?

Yes. Yes, you were.

Yes, you did. How stupid did this make you? Probably a hundred times more stupid than you felt, as you bled on your pants that cost the price of Steve’s goddamn car, in which you were now sitting, silent. Caged. Dying.

“Alright, I’m coming in with you”, you turned your head so fast in Steve’s direction, the movement had almost given you a whiplash. Blinking fiercely a couple of times, you looked out the window. Steve was parked in the wake of the gravel driveway, leading to the big castle-like house your mother robbed your father of.

“What?! No!” you immediately protested, narrowing your eyes at Steve. He stared at you like he wanted to rip the steering wheel off and throw it through the BMW windshield in response.

“If you think I’m leaving you alone, at Vecna’s mercy, then you are out of your goddamn mind”, he spoke through gritted teeth, his voice rumbling like thunder resonating somewhere far away before the actual storm kicked in.

You wanted to be angry at him for not respecting your fucking boundaries and not letting you take a minute to breathe, but a kind of hollow desolation settled in the pit of your stomach instead.

This was the guy you fell for. The guy who was anything but clueless when you were upset. The one who got in your face and fought you tooth and nail, doing everything he could to keep you safe and sound. Even if your safety was the last on your own list of priorities.

“I’m not your responsibility, Harrington. You’ve got me confused with somebody else,” the words left your lips before you could even think them.

Somebody you actually care about, you thought, your mind a furnace. Somebody like Nancy fucking Wheeler. The truth tasted like acid on your tongue. You didn’t mean anything to him. Unlike others.

A spark of white-hot hurt flashed in Steve’s dark, almost black eyes, as he stared at you, unblinking. Heavy silence settled in the confines of the car - you’d think it would mercifully swallow your last words and Steve’s silent confirmation. It made both those things resonate instead.

A noise somewhere between a soft click and a scratch cut the tension like a shell bomb.

You swore under your breath as the diamond choker slipped down your neck and into your hand, the golden clasp broken.

“Fine. This is the game you want to play, Reno? Alright, I’ll bite!” the use of the nickname slashed your chest. Pushed your heart off rhythm like a blast of electric shock - an attempt, purposeful or not, to revive what you were trying so hard to forget all these years. You had to physically block the memories connected to the nickname from invading your mind. In the meantime, Steve went on, seemingly unaware of the war raging inside of you - his voice so flaming, you could almost feel the heat of every word: “…Riddle me this: there was this badass, but also vulnerable girl I once knew. All hard shell on the outside, didn’t speak much at first, thought the world was out to get her. I was drawn to her. Made it my life’s mission to break through to her, and after what seemed like years, she started to let me in. Trust me, little by little. And under that shell… a fucking flamethrower. A goddamn masterpiece.” Steve swallowed, his fingers gripping the steering wheel so hard, his nails turned white. He breathed in slowly.

“She just fucking got me, you know? Whenever I was with her, I wasn’t this little sad and miserable shit anymore. When I was with her-“

Steve paused, staring into the distance as he brushed his hand through his tousled mane of dusty hair. His fingers seemed tense. Something in your ribcage rattled.

“I was myself. She made me learn who I was, as a person. A normal, whole, person of my own. Worthy of being cared about.”

His words were doing something weird to your whole being. You could feel the pressure build inside you all of the sudden. Inside your chest, behind your eyes, and in the veins of your neck and wrists.

“And then she left. And took the fucking wheel with her,” Steve hit the steering wheel flat with his palm, but you didn’t even flinch - too focused on his words and on remembering how to breathe. “And from then on, my life felt like sitting in the back of a cab. I was pretty sure I was headed somewhere, but the road was fucking circuitous, confusing, and frankly, exhausting. But I was hopeful at first. At first, I got those insanely long letters from her. We spoke every single night until dawn-“ Steve paused, but you could tell from the tone of his voice he had yet to finish the sentence. You felt goosebumps break out on your skin.

“It was fucking amazing. Hands down best days of my life,” Steve chuckled bitterly to himself. “Of course it had to come to an end.”

“It was good. Great. Too fucking good to be true, should have known. Because then it suddenly got awkward. No more honest, cut-the-bullshit conversations, no joking around. She fucking shut me out, back to square zero. And I was just sitting there like a dickwad, second guessing everything. Was it something I said? It was like she didn’t want me to think the wrong thing - like, you’re great, Steve, but I don’t see you that way. And she was out of my fucking league, so, honestly, it was fine. I would have never asked anything of her she wasn’t willing to give me, and, God, I prayed she knew that, but I guess I was an idiot. Slowly, but surely, she cut me out of her life, because she- Man, she was going to have the world at her feet, why would she care about a little fucked up miserable shit from Hawkins, Indiana.”

When the last vowel left Steve’s chapped lips, for a moment, there was a complete vacuum of sound.

And then you burst into scalding fucking tears.

This wasn’t you feeling sorry for Steve; nor for yourself. This wasn’t a catharsis either; this weren’t tears of joy, following Steve Harrington’s pretty straightforward confession of feelings, albeit still needing to be labeled.

Raw pain was rolling down your cheeks. All this time, all this fucking time - Steve was actually there, waiting for you to look at him and actually see him. You were so caught up in feeling like you weren’t enough, weren’t worthy of love, you lost the only fucking thing you wanted most in the world.

Without even knowing it, all this time, you had Steve Harrington. Did you really lose him?

Were you too late?

There was no tomboy anymore. It wasn’t a southern belle sitting in Steve’s car; and it sure as hell wasn’t a Parisian socialite.

It was you, just you - a sensitive girl hiding behind a hardass bravado; a little impatient and very insecure. The girl who loved Steve like it was her mission in life; who had dreamed many a night about his hands wrapping around her shoulders tightly, his lips brushing against her ear, his gentle, airy words seeping into her soul - it felt like a dream, now that it was actually happening. “I’m sorry, Reno”, Steve whispered in your ear, holding you close, his heart beating - and breaking - next to yours, in unison. “I’m a dick. Forget about it, I just- You never really understood how much you have always meant for me, did you? And I am just a memory to you”.

“Steve, no!” you sobbed, pushed him into his chest, forcing him let go of you. Your vision was blurry, your face - a glistening mélange of blood and snot, but you were done keeping everything bottled up inside.

It was now or never.

With determination that you never thought you could muster, you cupped Steve’s face, not at all surprised to see his eyes grow glassy; you were almost in his lap now, with how closely he pulled you in, in an attempt to comfort you, to protect you from yourself.

“Please, Steve”, you begged him softly, your eyelashes heavy with tears, “Whatever happens to me, tonight, or tomorrow, it’s okay, because I - “ a sob wrecked your entire frame, and you squirmed just for a second, not letting go of Steve’s warm skin. “I just want you to know that the last time I felt alive – I was looking into your eyes. Breathing the same air as you, and touching your skin, just like that,” you forced yourself to smile, tasting blood on your tongue, swiping your thumbs under his eyes, ignoring the tears rolling down your own cheeks. “When I was saying goodbye to you.”

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your hectic heartbeat.

“Whatever happens to me,” you had to pause, your mind overwhelmed, feeling almost high, your gaze still locked with Steve’s. He was so painfully close; your breaths were mingling together. “There is no chance in hell I’m leaving you thinking I haven’t spent every waking moment of my life thinking about you. Missing you. Loving you with everything I had.” Pushing you fingers into his hair, scratching your nails against his scalp, you watched Steve’s eyes roll back, a stranded moan escape his mouth. You were positively sitting in his lap now, your foreheads touching. His fingers digging into your hips, you had to force yourself to stay focused.

“You have always been everything I ever wanted… and nothing I could ever have”.

You saw Steve’s pupils grow wider, and the next thing you knew he was pushing you away a little, creating some space, like he needed it to think straight. Good old insecurities scratched at your chest, taut like a bowstring.

Did you misread him? Every word he said? But it looked like Steve Harrington was determined to prove you wrong, again and again, until you learned to trust him - just like when you were thirteen.

“You have always been out of my league, Reno. Not the other way around”, he whispered, looking straight into your eyes, making sure you knew that. “And I have always been yours, even if you weren’t here to see it”.

You couldn’t help it. You had to ask.

“Always?” you barely breathed, afraid your voice would break if you spoke. “What about Nancy Wheeler?”

He said that when you left, you took the metaphorical wheel with you. You did not blame Steve for finding a literal replacement, but you couldn’t afford dishonesty right now. For all you knew, your hours were numbered.

“Always,” Steve confirmed in a tone that didn’t allow for any debate. “The way I felt for Nancy was different. She saved me from myself, and I’m not sure how I’ll ever be able to repay her. It could have gone all wrong for me, but she made me pull my head out of the ass - sort of”, he smiled weakly. “Probably not what you’d want to hear, but you two are a little alike. This might have been what attracted me to her in the first place”.

“Geez, Steve”, you actually giggled. “At least wait until I’m gone before you start comparing me to your exes”.

This was a wrong thing to say, because his face suddenly turned fierce and stony; but his eyes blazed with a sense of purpose - fuelled by something strong and warm, like a shot of spicy whiskey.

“Nothing’s going to happen to you, Reno”, he tugged the soft curls framing your face behind your ears. “Nobody fucking touches the woman I love, especially not a fucking comic character, and not on my fucking watch”.

Steve’s mouth came down on yours, his lips moving against yours with deliberate care, with their own kind of passion. He knew how he wanted to kiss you - with heartfelt intensity, demandingly, with everything he had, in a way that would ruin you for anybody who would think they could take you away from him; he also knew how you deserved to be kissed. Slowly, tenderly - because he worshipped you. You decided you loved the way Steve and you tasted, mixed together: a sweet and tangy flavour of homecoming; of the night you were going to spend wrapped in his arms.

Nibbing lightly on your bottom lip, Steve made you gasp; the sound made him smile, its sincerity a glowing presence.

“I love you”, he said, and then you saw it.

Steve looking at you the way you’ve always dreamed to be looked at - like there were the stars, and the moon, and the entire universe, all radiating from within you.

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marie-swriting · 2 years

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Never Again - Stefan Salvatore

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Summary : You and Stefan have been sleeping together for the past couple months but you're still not official. You two want more but you're afraid the relationship will end up like the ones you already had.

Warnings : mention of sex but nothing explicit, angst, mention of past relationships who weren't healthy, mention of killing, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see any and if I missed any warnings !

Word count : 2,1k

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Song inspiration : Fingers Crossed by Trevor Daniel & Julia Michaels

Making sure Stefan is still asleep, you leave the bed. You do everything in your power to not make any noise, cursing every single time the floor cracks a little. You take your clothes off the floor and get dressed quickly. You readjust your tee-shirt when you’re walking toward the door of the Salvatore’s manor. You’re about to touch the door knob when a voice startles you :

“You’re sneaking off again ?”

“I’m not sneaking off.” You retort to Damon. “And what do you even mean by ‘again’?”

“Please.” He starts, rolling his eyes. “It’s been two months since you’ve started to see my brother every night and every morning you’re leaving without saying goodbye. I thought it’d become serious at some point.”

“Well, it won’t. I need to go. The girls are waiting for me.”

“Say ‘hi’ to Elena for me.”

“Bye Damon.” You exclaim without even listening to his last sentence.

You get in your car and start driving to Caroline’s, trying to not show how your conversation with Damon is troubling you. Obviously, you knew Stefan and you weren’t discreet. You both are vampires older than one hundred years so you don’t sneak out like teenagers, but nobody knows you're spending almost every night together. You don’t have to tell anyone about this. You both know what you’re doing. At least, that’s what you hope.

When you arrive at your best friend’s, you notice you’re the last one. They’ve already started eating some snacks. They know you’re often late, so they don’t wait for you anymore. You’re not mad at them for doing so. You’d do the same. Quickly, you start participating in the conversation, eating the sweets on the table.

You spend all of your afternoon with Caroline, Bonnie and Elena talking about everything and anything, watching movies and doing other activities. You have known them for a year and a half now, but you got close to them easily. You got along pretty well.

As Caroline is talking about the last gossip in town, you go heating the pizza that you ordered at lunch time. So you leave the living room and go to the kitchen. You put the slices in the microwaves. When it’s done, you take back the plate. You don’t have time to put a foot outside the kitchen before Caroline is running toward you while Bonnie and Elena try to stop her. You’re frowning, not understanding what’s going on. When Caroline gives you your phone, you notice the new text from Stefan and you understand why she is acting like that.

“When were you going to tell us ?!” Caroline screams, outraged while you try to play it cool.

“It's nothing worth talking about.”

“I hope you’re joking ! ‘You spend the night at my place or I go to yours ?’” Caroline says, quoting Stefan’s text. “And you call that ‘nothing’ ? When did you plan to tell us ?”

“Caroline, she deserves some privacy.” Bonnie reminds her.

“And you, when were you gonna tell us about Klaus ?” You ask Caroline and she opens her eyes big while Bonnie and Elena look at her, shocked. “Yes, he told me.”

“Don’t change the subject !”

“It’s not a big deal, Caroline.” Elena protests.

“You’re not being serious ? You’re telling me you don’t want to know more after seeing that text ?”

“I mean, only if Y/N wants to.” Bonnie answers her.

“Like I said, there’s nothing to say. Yes, we see each other sometimes at night. But it’s only from time to time. Nothing serious.”

“Wait, so it’s you ?” Elena asks me, as if she just got a revelation. “Damon told me a woman was always leaving Stefan’s room at every sunrise. I would have never guessed he was talking about you.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Wait a second again, you told us ‘sometimes’, Damon told me it’s almost every night ! During the week, there’s only a night where Stefan is really alone, according to him.”

“Really, that much ?” Caroline laughs, surprised.

“Sometimes, we just talk.” You answer to your friends. “Now, can you all stop talking about our private life ? There's nothing more to say about it !”

“I don’t get why you two haven't taken it to the next level yet.” Bonnie says and you sigh.

“Maybe we don’t want to. Honestly, I’m fine with how things are right now. I’m not sure I want a relationship once again. And he never said anything about us being serious.”

“Why not ?” Elena questions.

“Personally, I’ve never had any luck when it comes to love. My first boyfriend, or suitor like we used to say, I killed him because I lost control. The second tried to kill me when he discovered I was a vampire. For the third, we were in a toxic relationship. I tried love and it��s not for me.”

“You and Stefan, you’re meant to be.” Bonnie assures.

“I don’t know…”

“Oh, come on ! The looks you two give to each other don’t lie. You should be together !” Caroline exclaims.

“We’ll see. I don’t want him to feel like he has to do something and then it…” I start saying and Elena guesses the end of my sentence.

“Ruins everything ?”

“Yeah, kind of.”

“Talk about it. Who knows ? Maybe he wants to be with you, too.”

Not wanting to talk about it anymore, you change the subject, reminding them that the pizzas must be cold, again. You noticed that Caroline still wants to talk about it, but Bonnie sends her a death stare, stopping her from doing so. You mentally thank her for that. However, the rest of the day, you can’t help but think about their thoughts about the situation. It’s true, you’d like to make your relationship ‘official’ but if it’s unrequited, you wouldn’t know what to do. Furthermore, you’re scared that your next curse about your love life is you ruining everything. After your last love story, you’ve sworn to yourself you wouldn’t fall in love again, but Stefan and you had to kiss once then sleep together to change the promise you made to yourself.

At nightfall, you go to Stefan’s house. You don’t need to wait a lot for the situation to go from normal to heated. Once you’re done, you decide to change your routine, staying until he wakes up. That night, you don’t catch any sleep, thinking about the way you’re going to bring up the conversation. As the hours go by, you get more nervous. You try to think of every worst case scenario, hoping they won’t happen. You wouldn’t be able to handle it.

When the clock shows seven am, you feel Stefan moving a little next to you. He opens his eyes and frowns when he sees you laying next to him. You turn your head to him and smile kindly, trying to look relaxed.

“Are you really here ?”

“I hope you’ll be happy about it.” you say, laughing nervously.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not complaining but I expected to find your side of the bed empty, as always.

“I decided to change that. Hope you don’t mind, though.”

“Not at all, don’t worry.” He smiles.

“Stefan, I want to talk to you.”

“I’m listening.”

“Do you think that one day we could take it to the next level ? I mean, not that I don’t like what we have right now ! But we spent so many times together the past couple months and we never said if… if our relationship could be more.”

“I didn’t expect that question.” Stefan admits, sitting against the bed frame.

“Don’t feel like you have to do anything ! I just want to know where we are.”

“Yes, I understand. But I have to say, I don’t know. I like being with you, to say I don't like it would be a lie, but I don’t know if I’m ready to be in a new relationship. Katherine manipulated me, Elena fell in love with my brother. I’m not saying you would do the same, but I don’t want to live those kinds of situations ever again. I’m sorry if I gave you hope we could be together. Hope you understand.”

“I understand, don’t worry.” You say, trying to act like you don’t really care. “I’m… happy we clarified the situation… I have to go. I have something to do at my place.”

You see Stefan is about to say something but stops himself. You don’t pay anymore attention to him and take your clothes off the floor but this time, you don’t get dressed without making any sound. You do it quickly, wanting to leave as fast as you can. You knew there was a risk he’d push you away but deep down, you had hope it wouldn’t happen. Apparently, you don’t even need to be in a relationship anymore to feel that ache in your heart when you feel betrayed. After all, he doesn’t owe you anything, you know it but it still hurts. You bid your goodbye to him before leaving, almost running.

You isolated yourself the whole day. You only talked with Elena through text messages. After that, you almost didn’t take a look at your phone. You’d rather spend your day reading a book, leaving reality and your problems behind.

At seven pm, you look for new notifications and you’re surprised to see several missed calls from Stefan. You delete them, not wanting to talk to him right now. You know his reasons to push you away are valids. You understand his fears, you have the same ones, but you thought you’d talk a little bit more together. But thinking back to the discussion, you quickly ended it, you couldn’t handle ruining something again. You’re about to resume reading your book when you hear someone knocking on your door. Without any motivation, you go to open it. You open your eyes wide when you see Stefan in front of you. He seems nervous and… guilty ? He asks if he can come in and you let him. When you close the door, you both stay silent, looking at each other. You don’t go to another room. You’re too embarrassed to invite him to sit down on your couch, the conversation of this morning still playing in your head. You were really stupid to listen to your friends ! Now, there’s a tension between you two, something you didn’t want.

“I apologise for this morning.” he starts.

“You don’t have to, Stefan.”

“No, I owe you an apology. I want to take it to the next level. When I woke up and I saw you were still with me, I realised I wanted to be with you, just like you do. Elena told me you wanted more, even though you told me you just wanted to know.”

“Don’t pity me, please.” You beg him, feeling even more humiliated.

“It’s not the case. I love being with you. I love the moments we spend together, especially during the night where we just talked and got to know each other. I’ve never felt that big of a connection with anybody else before. But…”

“You don’t want to have your heart broken again.” You say, guessing the end of his sentence. “I get it. I have the same fear. We could say, we’ve never really had any luck in love.”

“Yeah.” He laughs softly. “But I want to try it. I pushed you away out of fear, but the moment I did it, I cursed myself. Deep down, I was waiting for that moment without knowing I was.”

“Your fears talked for you, it’s legit. It was the same for me when we talked about it with the girls and I talked about it.” You reassure him. “But with you, I want to overcome my fears. You’re the first person with whom I want to do it. I don’t want to miss a relationship that could be beautiful because my old scars are not completely healed.”

“Me neither. I trust you enough to set my fears aside. I really want us to be together.”

This last sentence makes you feel so much joy. Without thinking, you kiss him. Compared to the kisses you had two already shared, this one is full of love and tenderness. Stefan brings you closer by putting his hands on your hips. After a few seconds, you break the kiss, but your foreheads are still touching.

“You won’t sneak out in the morning anymore ?” Stefan asks you, a smile on his face that you share.

“Never again.”

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kittyofalltrades · 1 year

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Last Minute Party Under the Table: Frankie

Months pass after the party and you decide maybe it's time for Frankie to leave the lonely hearts club. At a suggestion from Benny and Santi you and Frankie have a date night and deal Will a little emotional damage.

Words: 3794

Rating: Explicit 18+ ONLY MDI

Characters: Benjamin "Benny" Miller, Santiago "Pope" Garcia, Frankie "Catfish" Morales, Reader (No use of Y/N)

Beta: @welcometostayingawake (THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!)

Part 1 Last Minute Under the Table

WARNINGS: Spanking, hair pulling, biting, hickies, PinV, Improper use of the kitchen table, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You sat at the kitchen table of your apartment and watched Benny and Santi flit around getting ready for the day. It had been months since Will’s failed party and they’d somehow basically moved in with you. Not that you were complaining. Santi was a skilled cook and Benny always helped around the small space.

Even telling Will that they were together had been a task that Benny had handled. Showing up at your job with flowers and chocolates for you and presenting them under the watchful eye of Will had been something else. You’d missed the entire conversation that they’d had but Benny had given you a sweet kiss before leaving to ease your thoughts. Will had needed to shoo the rubberneckers back to their work after that.

Now, a new challenge has presented itself. Frankie. The man was attractive, with a lean build and toned muscles hiding underneath those flannels he wore. And he’d been eyeing you covertly for sometime now. Or at least he thought he was being covert, but you caught the glances while you danced between Santi and Benny at Will’s weekly barbecue. You’d given him a few tentative smiles before you’d finally asked Santi and Benny about him.

“He probably thinks you’re too pretty for a schlub like me,” Benny had joked.

Santi had been more serious with you. “His wife left him last year, he’s probably lonely to be honest.”

His words had left you stewing, so the next time you saw him you had a genuine conversation with him. To get to know him better, at the very least. When you’d gotten home Santi and Benny had sprung their newfound information on you. Frankie had developed a crush on you. A crush you hadn’t expected when you talked to him.

A week since then had passed, and they had tossed the idea of inviting him over and into your bedroom around. His loneliness was the main reason given for inviting him. You’d considered it, asked all the relevant questions, and finally agreed.

Santi and Benny were preparing to leave the house to give you a little time to get to know Frankie. Get to know him as well as you would like, they’d said. He wasn’t expecting anything and if you didn’t want to continue it’d never be brought up again, they’d assured you.

Once both men had kissed you goodbye, you settled in to wait for Frankie. You didn’t have to wait long, as soon as the clock struck the hour there was a soft knock at your door. Being extremely punctual for a date was not what you’d expected from him, but when you opened the door there he was with a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“Benny told me these were your favorite,” he said shyly, thrusting them out to you in the doorway.

Frankie felt silly holding out the bouquet to the lovely lady in front of him. The beautiful woman was dating two of his best friends, and was willing to offer him a spot in her bed. Contingent on things going well today, that is.

Frankie breathed a sigh of relief when you took the flowers and stepped aside to let him in. He’d made it past the first hurdle, only a million more to go.

“I’m going to put these in water, and then we can put on a movie to relax,” you told Frankie.

Frankie gave you a sweet smile and followed you to the kitchen where you quickly set up the flowers. Once that was done, you guided him back to the living room, pulling him on the sofa next to you with a smile. You flicked through Netflix finally settling on Queen of the Damned. The movie was sexy and the cast was beautiful, hopefully setting the tone for the evening for Frankie.

Frankie watched the screen closely for a little before casually throwing his arm over you. The light brush of his hand sent a spark of electricity through you making you shiver against him.

“Cold?” He murmured.

“Maybe. Are you going to warm me up?”

“Dulzura I’ll do anything you ask,” he countered with a smile.

“Anything, huh?”

“Within reason, of course, this is our first date after all,” Frankie pointed out.

“I’m assuming Santi and Benny didn’t tell you what went on during our technical first date, huh?” You teased with a raised brow.

“No, and now I’m concerned,” Frankie said, creasing his brow.

You laughed at that. “You remember that rubbish party Will had to throw for work a few months ago, when Benny and Santi disappeared toward the end?”

“Yes…” he trailed off, thinking back to it.

“They were a little preoccupied with me,” you said, hoping he understood the lead up.

“Preoccupied how?”

“Are you really going to make me say it?”

He didn’t respond, instead just giving you a look that meant he was waiting for you to spill.

“I was giving Benny a handjob under the table while Santi fingered me. After we left, we came back here and fucked into the wee hours of the morning,” you huffed out. A few days after that, you’d had your first proper date with them, two weeks after that Benny had told you he was sick of hiding it and told Will.

Frankie’s jaw went slack at the words. That was very much not the story he’d heard from them. They had fed him what he realised was the clean version of events, that they’d met at the party and after two weeks of talking and hanging out, wanted to see how things progressed. The truth was a bit more wild than he expected.

“That doesn’t fully explain what you expect to happen. I mean, Benny implied you wanted to sleep with me. But I don’t want you to do something you don’t want to,” he said softly looking down.

“I want to, Frankie. I know your wife left and you’re into me,” you told him in a similar tone. “I know it’s been a lonely year for you and I want to help.”

“I don’t want you to sleep with me because you pity me. If that’s all this is, I think I’ll go now.” He made to get up from the couch but stopped when you protested.

“No Frankie, stay, it’s not like that. I think it’s sweet that you have a crush on me and, sure, maybe I do feel a little bad about your wife leaving. But Santi and Benny wouldn’t have arranged something like this out of pity, like I’m some common whore to be passed around,” You told him firmly.

“I didn’t mean to imply anything like that. It’s just the pity dates are getting old and I just want to touch somebody for a little while,” he murmured softly. “I want to be wanted for a little while.”

“I want you Frankie, here and now.”

When you pulled him into a hug, his head rested on your chest. You murmured soft words to him while you ran a hand through his loose curls. You tried to reassure him you wanted him, taking the time to throw in subtle comments on how attractive you thought he was and that nothing would happen unless he wanted it.

After a few more minutes of physical reassurance, Frankie pressed soft kisses against your chest drawing a soft moan from you. “What if I’m a bit … unconventional in bed?”

“I’m open to almost anything,” you told him with a shrug. As long as he wasn’t into something out of left field it should be fine.

“I like a lot of things,” Frankie whispered. “You sure you want this, dulzura?”

“I want you, Frankie. I want your hands on me, I want- I want you to fuck me, please,” you pleaded with him while you worked his shirt open.

“Stop thinking and fuck me, Frankie,” you growled at him after he just stared at you with no response. Finally, having had enough of his buttons, you took his shirt in both hands giving a sharp tug, sending buttons flying as you revealed Frankie’s lean but defined chest. His chuckle sent another shiver through you and arousal twisted in your lower belly.

Frankie helped you to your feet and climbed off the couch, taking one of your hands in his as he led you to the kitchen. He lifted you up onto the table without an ounce of effort leaving you somewhat breathless at the strength his lean body possessed.

“Santi is gonna have our asses if he knew we fucked on his kitchen table,” you laughed.

“From the way he tells it, it’s not the first time he’s had your ass.”

Your heartbeat quickened as he tangled his fingers in your hair, brought your face to his and wrenched your head backward, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Would you let me fuck your pretty little ass, dulzura?”

You swallowed thickly and nodded your head despite the slight burn in your scalp. Frankie gave you a wicked smile at that, so different from what you’d seen minutes ago that it took your breath away. He looked at you like he was planning how to perfectly take you apart and you couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for you. Your lips curved in a matching smile at the thought.

Frankie released your hair and knelt in front of you, reaching up your skirt to pry your panties off, tucking the little fabric into his pocket. You weren’t sure if you’d ever see them again but when Frankie’s lips touched your thigh; you stopped caring. He pressed a line of hot kisses up your thigh stopping now and then to suck a mark in the wake of his lips.

Every touch of his lips and drag of his beard sent heat coursing through you to your core and by the time he was hovering over your cunt, you were dripping.

“Listen to you, needy already and I’ve barely touched you. What am I going to do with you, sweetness?”

Frankie softly blew air against your cunt before drawing away from you completely, making you whine at the lack of touch. He dragged his nails up your thigh stopping just short of where you needed him the most.

“Do you need something, sweetness?” he asked teasingly. He shifted his grip and squeezed your thigh hard. “You want me to touch your pretty little cunt?”

You nodded desperately, wanting his hands between your legs, fucking you with his thick fingers. You waited a minute for him to give you what you needed and you whined even louder when he didn’t. The sound made his eyes light up and gave you hoped he would soon touch you. Instead, his grin sharpened.

“Show me where.”

Frankie watched closely as you processed his words. A heartbeat passed before you pulled off your pretty sundress, tossing it over your shoulder, now completely bare and spread out in front of him. He swallowed thickly and his cock twitched against his jeans when you took his hand, guiding it from your throat down to your breast with a coy little smile. Frankie took your pert nipple between his fingers, rolling the nub before giving a sharp tug. He smiled at the sound it drew from you and he repeated it on your other nipple.

“Is that all? You sure you sure you don’t want me to touch your pretty pussy for you?” Frankie asked, while he kept his attention your breast.

You licked your suddenly dry lips. “Frankie please… I want you to touch my pussy.”

He released your thigh and brushed a finger over your clit in the lightest of touches. He tilted his head to the side as if to ask if that was what you wanted and you gave a nod. He started working small circles onto your clit making you throw your head back on a moan.

“Look at me, dulzura,” Frankie hissed. When you brought your head up but didn’t open your eyes, he snatched his hand away. “I want you to fucking look at me. Anytime you close your eyes I’m going to stop.”

That forced your eyes open, instantly meeting his deep brown ones. He returned his fingers back to your clit working quick circles on the sensitive bud and your eyes dropped closed again. He stopped in an instant and pulled you off the table, spinning you around to bend you over the cool wood. You whined when your heated chest met the cold tabletop.

“I told you to keep your eyes on me and you couldn’t even do that,” he hissed. “I think you might need a firmer reminder.”

You whimpered and pressed your cheek against the cool wood waiting for his next assault. You heard the rustle of clothes followed by the clink of his belt hitting the floor. He ran his finger across your soaked slit before bringing the palm of his hand down on your ass. Striking quickly but not too hard. Your gasp made him chuckle, and he brought his hand down on the other cheek.

Frankie pushed two fingers into your sopping core and groaned at how tight you were around his fingers. He groaned again when you started to work back onto his fingers chasing your own pleasure while he watched. Frankie had heard about your eagerness but seeing it in action was a different beast. He added a third finger to your hole and his cock gave a twitch when you moaned obscenely.

“Frankie… want your cock, pleeeease,” you pleaded over your shoulder while you rolled your hips against his hand.

“Need to be filled up? Need me to fill up that greedy, sloppy hole for you?” Frankie purred.

He pulled his fingers from your pussy and tapped the head of his cock against your clit making you let out a debauched moan. He lined up with your entrance and snapped his hips forward filling you in one smooth motion. He drew out almost fully, snapping his hips forward filling you again, his hands pressing your lower back into the table. With each snap of his hip into you, you were moaning almost melodically.

“You look so beautiful taking my cock,” Frankie murmured.

Frankie reached forward, gripping your throat, choking off your moans and pulling you upward. He set a punishing pace into your cunt, tightening his grip on your throat until stars formed at the edges of your vision. His groans in your ear were pushing you toward your end quicker than you wanted.

He released your throat, replacing his hand with his teeth, pulling a loud, high moan from you as he sank his teeth into your skin.

“Frankie, frankie, frankieeee please I need to cum,” you whimpered.

“Cum on my cock, sweetness,” He growled into your neck. His fingers found your clit again, rubbing small fast circles with dubious intention.

“Frankie,” you shouted like a prayer.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train and you came screaming on Frankie’s cock, making your legs give out and your body twitch. Frankie didn’t stop thrusting, he held you in place and kept fucking you roughly, using you for his own pleasure. Your second orgasm followed soon after while he held you tight against his body.

“Gonna cum in this pretty pussy. Fill you up for Pope to lick out of you tonight.”

You came again with a strangled moan and this time you felt Frankie’s cock twitch and a flood of warmth inside you. He released you, letting you sag onto the table while you both caught your breath.

“Would you really have Santi lick your cum out of me?” You asked over your shoulder, chest heaving.

Frankie had the grace to blush and look embarrassed, making you giggle.

“You said it and are still balls deep inside me, don’t get shy on me now.”

Frankie pulled out of you with a smile, both of you hissing at the movement, before carrying you to your bed. He tucked you in before turning to leave but you stopped him with a word and pulled back the covers. He climbed in pulling you close with a soft smile.

“Not bad for a first date?”

“Next time we might even finish the movie.”

Benny and Santi returned home with Will in tow only to find clothes spread across the living room and kitchen. When you obviously weren’t watching the end credits that were playing on the tv, Benny made the leap that you’d made it to the bed. He opened the door gently to find you and Frankie intertwined under the blanket.

The sound of the door opening woke you and you opened your eyes to find Benny and Santi peering at you and Frankie from the doorway. You rolled your eyes at their antics before gesturing them further into the room. May as well wake Frankie up with a blowjob and let Santi clean up the mess from earlier.

Benny smiled at the suggestive look he was getting. But with his older brother out in the living room he would not engage in shenanigans. Santi however wasn’t of the same mind and kicked off his shoes and climbed in the bed.

“Pope!” Benny chastised with a quick nod at the door.

Santi sighed and dropped his head. Of course Will had followed them home. Santi dropped a kiss onto your lips and crawled off the bed reluctantly.

“Will somebody explain why neither of you is being your usually friendly selves?”

The words finally seemed to rouse Frankie from his sleep, and he gave you a look of confusion. You shrugged and waited for an explanation.

Benny cleared his throat. “Will is here.”

Your jaw dropped. William Miller was here at your apartment while you were in bed with his best friend. He knew about you and Benny and apparently he was about to find out about you Frankie and Santi.

“He’s gonna have a stroke,” you muttered, running a hand down your face.

“Not to make things worse but my clothes are out in your kitchen,” Frankie pointed out shyly.

“Oh, don’t you get shy on me now Frankie. You two would not believe what this man said to me,” you declared. Frankie blushed deeply and hid his face in his hands furthering his shy narrative, and after fucking on the table you didn’t believe it.

“What did he say?” Benny inquired.

“He was filling me up for Santi to lick out of me later,” you confided.

Santi’s jaw dropped, Frankie groaned and Benny gave you a look of utter disbelief.

“No fucking way.”

“Why was I tapped to eat cum out of you? Benny has a perfectly good tongue.”

“Sweetness… we’ll talk about this later,” Frankie told you in a vaguely threatening whisper.

Will spent ten minutes waiting in the living room waiting for Benny and Santi to return. Santi claimed he needed to hit the head and Benny claimed he was going to wake her up. He knocked on the bathroom door and the bedroom door before retreating, as a quick reminder that he was still there. After a few shuffling sounds Benny emerged with a calm smile, followed by Santi also smiling widely. He narrowed his eyes and hoped what he thought happened had actually happened. Nobody spoke while Benny gathered up the clothing that was spread from the living room to the kitchen like a laundry basket had spilled.

“So anyway what I was saying earlier you can’t keep sending such enormous bouquets of flowers to the office. The other office ladies are starting to talk–” Will was saying when the bedroom door opened revealing Frankie looking extremely satisfied with himself followed closely by you. You looked dazed and your lips were kiss swollen. Will looked between the four of you and Santi’s Metallica shirt and put the pieces together.

“Fucking hell you have got to be kidding me. All of them? Benny I knew you were sleeping with. Pope I suspected. But now Fish?” Will leaned back and dropped his head in his hands. “All the flowers weren’t from just you, were they Benjamin?”

“Nope, Pope likes to send our girl gifts too,” Benny replied swiftly.

“When were you planning to tell me?”

“In my defense me and Frankie hooked up for the first time today,” You offered helpfully.

That didn’t seem to help and Will growled into his hands. “So the four of you are in some sort of relationship and nobody bothered to tell me. Some friends you are. You're in a relationship and you all expect to stay crammed in this tiny ass apartment? I can’t come over here to and practically sit on top of all of you smelling like sex. Or sit somewhere you’ve recently fucked. Is anything in this place safe to touch? And you Pope are the worst offender, I know you have money buy your girl a house dammit. I love you all but I also hate all of you fucks.”

With his tirade finished Will stormed out slamming the door.

“Nobody mention the kitchen table to him,” Frankie said softly behind. Santi heard the words and swiveled his heed to look at you while Benny laughed.

“You did what on my table? Baby we eat there,” Santi whined.

“Oh yeah, we definitely eat there,” Benny added unhelpfully.

“Not you too,” Santi groaned. “Who hasn’t had their ass on my kitchen table?”

Frankie raised his hand while you and Benny laughed loudly. “We can get your ass up on the table next, maybe do some stuffing,” Benny said suggestively.

“Depending on who is getting stuffed I’m game to get his ass on the table,” you quip. “I could use another good stuffing on the table.”

Santi groaned and stormed back to the room, shutting the door with a sharp click. After the door was closed, he pulled out his phone. Will was right, they needed a bigger place.

“Good, huh?” Frankie asked with another blush creeping up into his cheeks. And Benny gave you a raised eyebrow.

“Don’t fall for it. I swear the man is filthy. I didn’t give myself hickies up and down my thighs,” you argued. “Or the massive one on my neck.”

Frankie gathered you up in his arms and pulled you to the sofa, sitting you firmly in his lap.

“Let’s watch a movie while Pope sulks about his kitchen table being defiled,” he suggested.

Benny joined you, pulling your feet into his lap with a grin. You couldn’t tell if you wanted Santi to keep sulking or join you for the defiling of the sofa that was about to happen.

For all the Frankie girls out there ya boy got some screen times. As always thanks for reading comments and reblogs will literally have me spinning in a circle like an excited dog...so feel free to do that.

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My sister’s best friend

Jill Roberts x f!Kirby’s little sister! Reader

Warnings: smut, brief mention of Jill being horny from killing, sad ending

Jill x Kirby’s sister reader

I smile as my sister pulls me to the girl I’ve been crushing on for the last 3 years, Jill Roberts. I never thought I had a chance until her boyfriend Trevor cheated on her and I caught him. I sat next to Marnie in chemistry class and I saw get pictures from Trevor and I told Jill and she of course was pissed but I couldn’t let her date a loser like that. Kirby, Olivia, and I consoled her the best we could and that’s how Jill and I finally got close. I couldn’t help but want to be around her, she made me so happy. Kirby was the first to notice my crush on Jill in her sophomore year, me a freshman. She teased me about how excited I got when I found out Jill was coming over and when I insisted I’d tag along on any of their outings. At first Jill was probably annoyed but she got used to me and started to talk to me more and more, but since she’s a grade above me and a few months older it was hard for me to get her away from Kirby. When I told her about Trevor she was crying and pissed, and Kirby just made her angrier so Jill kicked her out but asked me to stay. We watched horror movies and she told me so many factoids about the movie causing me to smile at her horror expertise. She looks at me and sighs, “why do you like being around me?” Jill’s question confuses me but I think for a moment before answering; “because I love being around you. You’re a great person and you listen and I think you care about me…” I say the last part shyly as I look away from her, “If you saw who I really was would you still feel the same?” Jill asks, more serious this time, “What do you mean?” I ask her facing her fully, “What if I’m not the person you think I am?” Jill presses, anxiety lacing her tone. “I know if you’re different then what you show, that I’d still…” I pause trying not to say the big word, “still what?” She says, her green eyes boring into mine. “I’d still…care about you.” I finish after a few silent moments. Jill touches my hand causing me to look up at her, “What if I…was like them?” Jill asks pointing at the screen, Michael Myers about to stab someone and I look back to her, and she was dead serious. “M-my feelings for you wouldn’t be different but…” she looks at me and cups my cheek gently, “What feelings y/n?” Jill asks, her eyes darkening. When I’m about to answer my phone starts ringing and I smile at Jill sadly before picking up, knowing it’s my big sister. “Are you okay y/n???” I roll my eyes, “yes Kirby I’m still at Jill’s, why?” Kirby sighs in relief, “okay I’m coming to get you, you have school tomorrow.” I groan causing Jill to giggle. “Kirby I’ll be fine, okay?” “You can stay the night.” Jill whispers into my ear causing me to blush. “Jill said I can stay over.” I say to Kirby. I could practically hear the smirk in her tone, “okay, have fun then. But if she hurts you I’ll kill her.” I nod smiling, “I’ll be okay Kirby, see you tomorrow.” We say our goodbyes and then Jill looks at me with an unreadable gaze, and her eyes glance from my lips to my eyes and I feel butterflies in my stomach, “Jill…” she smiles softly, breaking our weird tension. “Let’s watch the movie.” I relax against the pillows and get comfortable under Jill’s covers. “Thanks for telling me about Trevor.” Jill says after a few minutes of silence. “Of course, you deserve soo much better Jill, someone who’ll treat you right and treasure you instead of that dick.” She chuckles, “Did you have someone in mind?” She asks and I look to her, blushing. “Well um…” She smiles and looks at me, her eyes flickering between my lips and eyes until she kisses me.

I cup her face in my hands and we continue kissing, Jill’s hands slipping around my waist, “I knew you liked me.” She mumbles causing me to giggle. “Was it that obvious?” Jill chuckles and nods, “kinda.” I smirk and go in for another kiss, “mmm Jill…” I mumble softly as she kisses me harder. She lays me on her bed and we make out, Jill holding me close to her. “Be my girlfriend.” Jill says looking at me and giving me a small smile. I nod and hug her, “yes, yes…I’m so yours.” I say excitedly.

Jill smiles and kisses me once more before going back to her arm around me and watching the movie. “I don’t want to tell anyone about us for now okay? I’m not ready…” Jill says looking over to me. I nod and give her a quick kiss, “Don’t worry, just promise you won’t cheat on me.” Jill smiles and kisses me softly. “Never.” I snuggle into Jill and listen to the quickness of her heartbeat to fall asleep.

The next year was the best of my life, Jill took me on dates to the movies and restaurants and randomly bought me gifts for seemingly no reason and Kirby took notice, she saw how happy I was and always pushed me on who the lucky girl was and I felt guilty I couldn’t tell her. She noticed Jill’s mood lighten too and she put two and two together quickly especially since Jill couldn’t keep her hands off me in front of her. When Kirby called us out Jill’s face turned bright red and I confirmed it causing Kirby to squeal and hug both of us excitedly; “I’m so happy for you guys!!” She said. I smile at my sister but Jill looks worried; “Just don’t tell anyone okay?” She says anxiously, “why? You know your mom wouldn’t care.” Kirby looks at Jill confused but Jill shakes her head, “it’s not about her, it’s about the guys and the rest of the school.” Jill says worriedly. I hug her to comfort her, “your secrets safe with me, just don’t hurt my little sister.” Kirby says smiling at Jill. “I don’t plan on it.”

Today is Jill’s 18th birthday!!! It was Kirby’s a few weeks ago and we went with Robbie and Charlie to horror movie bingo at a bar and we won of course, free wings for the rest of the night and $50 each, pretty great. Kirby wouldn’t stop going on about her horror movie prowess and though it was annoying I’m glad she’s happy. Jill wants to spend the night with me, and I think she wants to have our first time together. I knew Jill wasn’t a Virgin and I’m super nervous to disappoint her but she’s reassured me so much and I want her too. We’re doing our usual routine of watching movies and eating popcorn and leftover wings from our dinner with the guys and Kirby. During the movie when someone was being gutted Jill slips her hand onto my thigh causing my breath to hitch in surprise. I turn to her and she kisses me instantly, gentle and loving. I let her take control and wrap my arms around her shoulders. She pushes me against the couch and moves my leg up so we could grind against each other, the only thing we’ve been doing really…

Jill moans softly but I push her away gently, “Is something wrong babe?” She asks me worriedly. “No I just…I have something for you.” I say sitting up and looking at her with a smile. She smiles back, “I told you not to…” Jill says blushing, “You’re my girl, I had to.” I say taking out a small black box, and handing it to her. She smiles and kisses me, opening it and taking out the necklace I bought her, “babe…This is too much-“ “No, I love you and you deserve it.” Jill takes it out and looks at it closer, it was a small gold circle with a heart carved into it on a gold chain. “Y-y/n…” she stutters as she looks it over, “I saw you looking at it a few weeks ago when we were at the mall to get Kirby a gift, so I had to get it for you.” “No one’s ever…” She pauses but then kisses me passionately and I hold her as she does until she pulls away gently, “put it on me? Please?” She asks turning around. I put it on her and kiss the back of her neck gently, “perfect…” I say to her softly. She turns back around and kisses me passionately, “Let me thank you.” She says seductively kissing my neck slowly causing me to whimper, “Jill l-“ She cuts me off when she begins sucking and nibbling on my neck, “mm babe…” I moan softly and hold her closer and she smirks and pushes me on the couch, “yes?” She teases as she pushes her thigh against my cunt causing me to moan again, “can we go to your room?” I ask her softly as she rubs my breasts and kisses my neck. She giggles, “you scared my mom will catch us?” She licks my neck after she says this and I whimper and nod. She pulls away from me and gets up, “let’s go then.” She says pulling me up and holding my hand bringing me to her room. She pushes me against the door the J on it clanking from my weight hitting the wood and she kisses me once again, grinding against me as her hand fumbled with the knob, “fuck, c’mon…” she curses before finally being able to push the door open, and she pushes me onto the side of her bed causing me to giggle as I look up at her. She places on knee to the side of my thigh and the other between mine before pinning my hands to the bed and kissing me more roughly now. She whimpers softly as she grinds down on my thigh and I look at her in surprise as she never had made noises like that before. I feel myself get more excited and I kissed Jill’s neck as she grinds against me and pushes her thigh against my cunt, “mm…” she moans and looks at me lustfully, her eyes turning almost purely brown with it as she humped me.

“This is so much better…” she mumbles as she whines and hugs me. I blush at her words and turn her head to kiss me and i unbutton her shirt, pushing it to the side to reveal her black bra and perky breasts. I look at her, and I feel her tug at my shirt too as she kisses my cheek, “I love you…” she mumbles softly as I kiss her and nod for her to take it off. She gets my t shirt off completely and puts her head on my breasts as she pulls off her flannel and tosses it aside with my shirt, “are you okay?” She mumbles as she kisses my jaw and rubs my sides soothingly. I nod and smile at her caring side and kiss her, “yes Jill…I want you to touch me…” I whisper causing her to smirk, “where?” I roll my eyes and Jill pushes my bra up to rub my nipples, “here?” I moan as she pinches teasingly but then nod, “y-yes…a-and lower…” I mumble, “oh, like here?” Jill rubs her hands gently on my thighs and I whine and buckle my hips towards her, desperate for her touch. “Jill please…” she chuckles and presses her thigh against my cunt, “relax darling. I know what you want.” She says as she pulls down my pants moving away from me to pull them off me before hovering over me again. She looks to my panties and notices how wet I am, “you’re so good for me baby…” she says as she kisses me and rubs my clit slowly, “oh Jill…” I moan and buckle my hips towards her, “be patient baby…” Jill mumbles kissing down my neck. She starts getting aggressive and starts sucking at my neck, probably leaving hickeys. I moan softly as she cups one of my tits and started to slowly massage it, making my nipple harden under her touch. “I-Jill…” I moan, her hand moving to my panties as she kisses down my body, looking up at me mischievously as she kisses along the waistband of my panties, “god…you’re so pretty…” Jill mumbles, kissing along my stomach, “please fuck me…” she chuckles as she pulls down my panties, “I want you to scream my name baby…” Jill says as she begins to lick around my sensitive clit, my body shuddering as she pleasures me. “J-Jill…” I gasp and let my hand slip into her hair, wanting her to go further. She looks up at me lustfully as she plants a gentle kiss on my clit before leaving more wet kiss all over my aching, twitching clit, and sucked it gently. She moans and shoves her hand down her pants causing my hips to buckle. “Fuck Jill~” my voice cracked as I watch her eat me out and touch herself. I couldn’t help but wonder if Jill’s thought about this too…

I feel Jill grab my thighs, spreading them apart and her head dipping down between them. She first slides her tongue through my folds moaning as she tastes me and then begins thrusting it in and out of me, “yes…Baby oh my god.” I moan playing with her hair as she eats me out. I feel myself getting closer and I feel her smirk against me, “cum for me baby…” Jill says as she pulls away from me then looks at me as and she rubs my clit. My hips buckle and I Cum against her and Jill smirks licking it up before she continues to rub my clit, my legs shaking as I wrapped them around her and she pounds her clit against mine causing her to grunt and let out small moans of pleasure. She continues until I cum again just from her cunt hitting mine. She smirks before she positions herself between my thighs once again and laps up all my cum before looking up at me and shoves 2 fingers inside me causing me to moan out as she expertly curls them. “You’re fucking mine y/n.” Jill says kissing my thighs before sucking my clit hard causing me to yelp, “say it y/n, who do you belong to?” I whine as she continues to lick my clit and fuck me hard with her fingers, “Jill! Fuck baby I belong to you!” I moan out and whine, grabbing a fistful of her hair as my thighs squeeze around her head, “Good, cum for me again you whore.” I moan and squirt for the first time ever on Jill’s fingers causing her to smirk and give a kiss to my clit, removing her fingers and licking them clean before lapping up my cum.

She grabs her flannel from the side and wipes her chin and then my aching pussy, causing me to tense slightly, Jill giving me an apologetic smile. She tosses her shirt aside before She sits up and I sit up too, surprising her when I push her onto the bed. She blushes causing me to smirk as I kiss her. I slip my hand into her pants and feel how wet she is just from pleasuring me, “Jesus Jill.” I comment before I begin to rub her clit slowly, a bit unsure of what I’m doing but guessing I’m doing good by the way Jill shifts her hips and closes her eyes in pleasure, “fuck.” She curses as I rub her and I bite my lip. Jill has a bit of a dominant personality so seeing her like this made me so crazy. I pull down Jill’s pants and panties in one go and she helps me toss them to the side. Jill smiles shyly at me and I kiss her as I rub her clit, my free hand cupping each of her breasts and circling her erect nipples. Jill’s soft moans fill the room as I played with her clit, two of my fingers slipping inside of her and thrusting in and out slowly causing her to moan out, “please…” Jill whines and buckles her hips towards me. I giggle and go faster causing her to moan and whimper but move her hips to match my pace. “I’ve thought of you fucking me like this for so long.” Jill mumbles against my neck through gasps and pants, her arms wrapping around my neck and pulling me into a kiss. It was messy and passionate, Jill’s nails digging into my back causing me to groan, “Baby…more please.” She begs her voice cracking slightly. I add a third finger inside of Jill, thrusting fast and hard, curling my fingers hitting her spot, “oh fuck! Yes baby right there!” Jill rocks her hips into my hand, her clit rubbing against my palm as I finger her. I feel her squeeze around me and she moans, “don’t stop.” She says, moving her hand to my neck and choking me slightly. “Wouldn’t dream of it baby.” I say, my voice strained. Jill’s brows knitted together, her mouth falling open with a loud moan as she came all over my hand. Her warm cum leaking down my fingers onto my legs as she kept rocking her hips against my fingers. “Holy fucking shit…” She breathes out as she rests her forehead in the crook of my neck.

“So-much-better-than Trevor.” She states between short loving kisses, the statement causing me to smile proudly. I pull away and Jill holds me to her chest, my arms wrap around her and I snuggle against her boobies. “So pretty.” She says kissing the top of my head. I kiss the crook of her neck as we hold hands, “I love you y/n.” Jill says as I play with the necklace I gave her, “I love you too Jill.” I say moving up to kiss her.

The next few months Jill’s been acting kinda distant but I don’t know why. We still have sex and Jill is happy to take me on dates and give me affection but she hasn’t been around me as much which worried me. Jill assured me that everything was fine and that she’s just been busy with SAT preparation. I accepted her answer and just enjoyed my time with her. When Jill and I first saw the news coverage about Marnie Cooper and we’re both surprised but carried on. The next day Jill fucked me, roughly and passionately and edged me for a while. I was surprised but happily surprised. Over time Jill grows very overprotective of me, keeping me around her all the time. Kirby finds it comforting to know that Jill wants to keep me safe so she lets Jill stay over every night or I go to Jill’s with Kirby’s constant calls and texts to check in. The night of Olivia’s murder I was actually with Robbie and we were gaming in his ‘man cave’ which is just a tv and game system in his parents’ basement but still cool.

“How are things with Jill?” Robbie asks genuinely but I look at him in confusion; “what do you mean?” I ask him absolutely surprised he knew, did Kirby tell him??? “C’mon y/n, it’s obvious by the way she looks at you and I remember you telling me last year how much you liked her.” I blush and concentrate on the game trying to brush it off. “Don’t be stupid Robbie, it’s not like that…” he sighs and shrugs; “if you say so, but if you’re not hooking up you should try. I think she likes you too.” I smile softly to myself, “thanks Robbie.” I say as our team wins the game. I got a text from Jill 5 minutes ago;

J- Pick up

And one from my sister;

K- y/n?! Answer please!

I get an incoming call from Kirby and answer immediately, “hello? Kirby??” “Hey y/n…it’s Olivia, she was killed by Ghost Face.” I gasp, “are you and Jill okay??? What the fuck!” I ask frantically worried about my sister and girlfriend. “W-we saw the whole thing y/n… it-It was so crazy. Jill got stabbed but it’s not bad she’s really shaken up though and Trevor’s here again.” I roll my eyes at his name but I leave immediately, telling Robbie I’ll talk to him later. I go to the hospital and go to Jill’s room immediately, “Jill!” I say in a panicked voice but she gives me a gentle smile, “I’m okay baby…” she says hugging me. I look to her arm where she was hit and take a hold of it, “I’m sorry I should’ve been there, I should’ve protected you-“ “No, if you were there I would’ve been more worried about you and Kirby would have too.” I nod but look at her, “I was just so worried about you Jill…” I whisper cupping her cheek. She leans into my touch but pulls away as we hear footsteps and Trevor comes in and I roll my eyes as he goes over to Jill. She looks at me, silently telling me to give her a minute so I leave the room and go to the bathroom and when I come back Jill calls out for me so I go back into her room. “So?” “He’s still trying to get me to be with him again. I’m so sick of it.” She rolls her eyes and smiles as she pulls me to her and kisses me gently, “I’m all yours I promise.” She says sweetly causing me to smile softly. I cup her face in my hands and kiss her more passionately and Jill wraps her hands around my waist and holds me close as we kiss. “I love you.” I say to her softly, nuzzling my face into the crook of her neck. “I love you too.” She says back kissing me again roughly. After a few minutes the doctor walks in on us causing us to break apart quickly and he coughs awkwardly, probably knowing what was happening. He tells Jill she’s safe to leave and she tells me she’ll meet me in the car and that she was going to visit Gale before she left. I nod and kiss her before heading to the car and parking it outside of the hospital to wait for Jill.

When she gets to the car she gets in and we go back to my house where Jill and I make love again. As we lay in bed Jill hugs me and kisses my face and neck then lips, telling me how much she loved me as she looks at me. Our bodies pressed together as we look at each other, Jill cupping my cheek and pulling me into a gentle kiss, her hands gently resting on my waist as we do. “You’ve been rough lately babe…” I tell her softly as we cuddle. Jill gives me a kiss, “I’m sorry…you can tell me if it’s too much.” She says sheepishly. I shake my head, “No I love it, I’m just surprised I guess.” I say rubbing her back soothingly. “I don’t know I guess I’m just comfortable.” She says smirking slightly. I get up from the bed and grab one of Jill’s shirts and an extra pair of panties I kept at her place, “where are you going?” She asks worry laced in her voice. “I’m just going to go shower, you can join me if you want.” I give her a wink as I walk to her bathroom quickly to avoid unwanted detection.

As I begin showering I expected Jill to come in but she doesn’t and after I finish and go back into her room she was gone and her laptop was left on her bed. I open it and put in her password and see that Kirby texted her, asking her to come over. I found it weird that Jill would go over since she had me at her house and I was a bit upset and confused at why my sister hadn’t texted me. I look for my phone and can’t find it which is also weird. I sigh and decide it’s best to just go home so I walk back home. When I go in I see Jill, Charlie, Robbie and Kirby watching Stab and my eyes shoot to Jill immediately and I’m pissed. Jill’s eyes widened and she got up, “Hey y/n.” She says awkwardly. I ignore her and push past her going up the stairs where I bump into Trevor and I just grow more angry, “seriously? Him too?” I say not caring if our secret would be exposed. Jill sighs and shakes her head; “What are you doing here Trevor?” She asks him in an annoyed tone. I take the opportunity to start going up the rest of the stairs and hear him say; “you asked me to come!” which triggered my tears. She wanted to be alone with him. That’s what she wanted… I think as I go into my room and close the door. I lay in bed and cry and after a while there’s a knock on the door, “baby, let me explain please…” Jill pleads through the door. “Go away.” I say to her, my tears only increasing when I hear her voice. After a few minutes my sister comes in and hugs me, “i don’t think it’s what you think.” Kirby says softly as she rubs my back soothingly, “It’s just weird Kirb, we were at her house, why would she leave me there alone?” Kirby sighs softly, “maybe she thought she was protecting you? I’m not sure…” I sigh and fiddle with the ring Jill gave me on our anniversary, “I just think it’s weird Kirby.” I mumble as Kirby takes my hands and looks at me, “She loves you y/n, just talk to her. She wouldn’t cheat on you because she knows how it would feel, and I know she cares about you by the way she looks at you ” “Really?” “Of course! How do you think Robbie found out? It’s the way you guys look at each other, I’ve never seen Jill soo smitten.” Kirby giggles and I do too. “Thanks Kirby.” I say hugging her. “Of course y/n, now come watch stab 2 with us, it’s just starting!” I giggle and shake my head, “I’m just gonna sleep, tell Jill to come up I’ll talk to her first.” Kirby nods and leaves. After a few moments Jill comes up to my room and she knocks, this time I let her in. I look into those sweet hazel eyes I’ve grown to love and she looks into my y/e/c eyes. She’s the first to look away and clear her throat, “why didn’t you tell me you wanted to go to my house Jill?” She sighs softly and wraps her arms around me. “Because I knew if I kept you at my house you’d be safe.” Jill says her eyes dilating slightly, “Why wouldn’t I be safe here and why would you come here if it’s not safe? You’re not making sense Jill…” Jill cups my cheek and kisses me softly, “because…you’d be safe from me…”

Jill whispers before her hands wrapped around my neck and squeezed until I loose Before I do I whimper Jill’s name and go to cup her cheek, “You’re not gonna die, I just need you out of the way.” Jill’s words are emotionless and her eyes are sunken in as I fall limp in her arms.

I wake up later on the floor, Ghost face straddling me with a knife. I could tell by the weight of the person that it was Jill and my heart broke. I cupped her cheek through her mask and she leans into my touch, “Don’t do this Jill…” I beg her, looking into the black eyes of the monster. She leans in to me and I lift the mask so I can see her but as I push up the mask above her lips she kisses me. I give into her instantly and kiss her back. She pulls away, looking at me her eyes blank and her face expressionless, “I don’t need you y/n, I just need fans…”

“Jill no!”

She stabs me. Over and over again. The worse part is that I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. She still looked perfect, her muscles flexing as she stabbed me, the glimmer of mischief in her eyes.

She finally finished and stood up, wiping off the knife like Ghost face did in stab. “How could you…?” I breathe out looking towards my girlfriend, seeing her black boots and the bottom of her a ghost face cloak. She stops in her tracks and looks to me, “how could I what? Kill you?”

-Jill-

“N-no…How could you let me love you?” She says before coughing. I know she’s dying, I stabbed her at least 6 times. At this moment her words sink in and I feel a change. A slight twinge in my heart, what was this? Empathy? I turned to her shaking body, kneeling back down in front of her“I’m sorry, I loved you more than I was supposed to y/n.” I state, a tear running down my cheek as I look at my girlfriend bleeding out, “h-how much w-were you supposed to?” She asks, her breaths were rigid and her eyes struggled to stay open, “I wasn’t.”

Bonus!:

When Kirby finds out you were killed She never forgave herself for putting you in danger with Jill. She blames herself for your death and use it to motivate her to become an fbi agent. She won’t let the killings happen ever again.

#smut #jill roberts #scream #scream 4 #Kirby #kirby reed

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