THEY JUST SHOWED US MILO’S ASS FOR FREE??

Eiffel Tower iykyk

me because I’ll never be able to see the full play of Milo Mannheim as Seymour..

what just blessed my eyes rn?

cop!rafe gives dumb!reader a warning (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

summary: officer cameron has had quite the uneventful night. he’s told to park on a quiet backroad to speed trap, but ends up making a stupid girl give him head instead of making her pay her ticket!

cw : smut, 18+, flirting, teasing, breast play, blowjob, reader is stupid and flirty, she’s a bad driver, lots of ‘like’

a/n : cop!rafe has a 70’s porn stache and that’s final! also i didn’t proof this very well sooooo sorry. also send me hc’s for cop!rafe and dumb!reader if you like them paired together!

officer cameron’s mouth opened wide as he yawned, rubbing his face with his hand. earlier that night he was called to bust a group of teenage delinquents that were t-p’ing their teachers’ home. ‘just go home, guys’ he told them, hands positioned at the top of his vest—and anticlimactically enough, they did, without much fuss.

his second dispatch of the night was at a run-down gas station just outside of town. the cashier, an older, frail-looking man had called 911 in hopes for the cops to detain the homeless man that was loitering out front. rafe explained to the clerk that he wasn’t able to arrest the homeless man because he wasn’t technically doing anything illegal.

“sir, in the state of north carolina its not illegal for him to sit outside a public building. unless you have a no loitering sign posted out front, which,” he glanced toward the two double, glass doors for a moment, “…it looks like you don’t have.” the older man gave him a glare and muttered, “ain’t no wonder why crime rates is goin’ up—they got pretty boys who don’ know nothin’ ‘bout anythin’…”

that was 2 hours ago.

rafe had been told to ‘speed trap’ on a dark, secluded backroad just north of town. he’s been sitting in his black suv for two hours doing absolutely nothing because no one comes down this road anymore. he was most-likely going to bust a couple of horny high-schoolers who parked on the side of the road to have sex—that’s probably about as entertaining as his night will get.

‘there’s jack shit goin’ on…’ he thought to himself before his tired eyes fluttered shut and the back of his head hit the seat. the soft singing voice on the radio was like a lullaby to his exhausted mind, as his breathing slowed and head began to droop to the side.

CLUNK!

the car jolted foward.

“what the fuck!—“ he shouted, his hand already gripping the handle of his door as he twisted around to look behind him. the red glow of his taillights illuminated the sleek, white bmw that had just plowed into the back of his suv. shoving the door open, he stepped out into the warm september air, his boots crunching against the gravel shoulder as he stomped toward the offending vehicle. he barely had time to process his frustration before he was knocking on the driver’s side window, his patience already worn thin.

“roll down your window.” his tone was sharp, authoritative—ready to chew out whatever dumbass had just rear-ended a cop car in the middle of an empty road. the window lowered with an soft-sounding hum, and rafe’s planned berate died on his tongue as he saw the woman behind the wheel.

big, glossy eyes blinked up at him, framed by your thick lashes. plush, overlined lips wobbled into a pout. long, perfectly curled hair cascaded over your bare shoulders, the strands catching the faint glow of his headlights like spun gold.

you were stunning.

you also looked like you were about to cry.

and the first words out of your mouth?

“omg, i think my car is broken?!” you squealed in a high, valley-girl like voice. rafe exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. it was clear to him that it was going to be a long night.

rafe stared at you, blinking slow like he needed a second to process what the hell he just heard. her car was broken? he resisted the urge to laugh. not because it was funny—because it was so damn stupid that it almost knocked the anger right out of him. almost.

his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as he tipped his head toward the crumpled front of your clearly expensive bmw. the left headlight was completely busted, shards of glass littering the pavement, and the front bumper had a nice little dent where it had kissed his suv.

“yeah,” rafe deadpanned, arms crossing over his broad chest. “that tends to happen when you slam into a parked car.” your plump lips parted in an exaggerated gasp, manicured fingers flying to your chest like he’d just accused you of murder.

“i did not slam into you mister,” you insisted, shaking your head, curls bouncing with the motion. “like—ugh! i barely tapped you. my car is literally so sensitive.” you flailed her hands toward the bmw, like it was some fragile piece of art instead of a luxury car you clearly couldn’t drive. “i barely even touched the gas, i swear.”

rafe’s patience was hanging on by a thread.

“you were going fast enough to knock my car forward,” he muttered, glancing back at his own vehicle, which had very much been affected by your little “tap.”

you didn’t acknowledge that. instead, you let out a dramatic sigh, you gaze flickering to him like you’d just now noticed he was wearing a police uniform.

“wait—are you, like, a cop-cop?” you voice was drenched in the kind of obliviousness that only came from never having to deal with consequences. you batted your thick lashes, glossy pink lips curving into something dangerously close to a smile. “oh my god, that’s so funny, i thought you were just, like… a guy in a police car.”

rafe shut his eyes for a second. breathed. counted to three.

it didn’t help.

“license and registration,” he gritted out, reaching for the notepad in his belt.

your face fell.

“wait, no.” you reached out, lightly slapping his forearm with both hands like you were scolding him. “you don’t have to do all that. i mean, look at me!” you gestured to yourself, blinking up at him with glassy, bambi-like eyes. “do i look like a criminal?”

rafe arched a brow. “you look like someone who just crashed into a cop car.” you huffed, crossing your arms in a pout, your cleavage very much on display in the low-cut, hot pink crop top you were barely wearing.

“this is actually, like, so sexist of you,” you announced, twisting a loose strand of your hair around your finger. “you’re totally, like… abusing your power or whatever. just because i’m, like, a girl, and i might’ve, like, barely hit you, you wanna give me a ticket?”

rafe had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.

“license. and. registration,” he repeated, his voice low, firm.

you groaned, throwing your head back dramatically before shifting in your seat, digging through the mess of designer handbags, receipts, and random makeup products littering your passenger seat.

“ughhh, fiiiine. but, like, can i just say—this is actually so embarrassing for me right now?” you tossed a loose curl over your shoulder, sending him a look. “you’re, like, totally ruining my night.”

rafe exhaled a sharp laugh, shaking his head. “same to you, honey.”

officer cameron waited, watching as you dug through the mess in your passenger seat, tossing aside random receipts, lip gloss tubes, and what looked like a small, sparkly dog sweater.

he was this close to losing it.

finally, with a triumphant little gasp, you pulled out a thick booklet and shoved it toward him, flashing a proud, dead serious look.

“is this it?” you asked, nearly pouting.

rafe stared at the object in your hands.

the car manual.

he dragged a slow hand down his face. fuckin’ hell.

“no.” his voice was flat. so, so flat.

your perfect brows furrowed, lips pushing into a pout as you flipped the manual open, like you were actually about to prove him wrong.

“are you sure?” you flipped another page, scanning it with intense focus. “because, like, it totally has stuff about the car in it. like, see?” you turned the booklet toward him, pointing at a diagram of an engine. “that’s my engine.”

rafe let out a slow, controlled exhale through his nose.

“that’s the manual. i need the registration.”

you blinked up at him. “okay, well, what does that look like?”

his patience snapped. “you don’t know what a registration looks like, but you had this ready to go?” he tapped the thick booklet still clutched in your manicured hands.

you huffed, rolling her eyes. “well, yeah. it was, like, in the glove thingy. and it’s literally about my car, so—why wouldn’t that be it?”

rafe tipped his head back, staring at the sky like it might grant him the strength to deal with this girl.

you were still flipping through the damn manual, nodding like you’d just cracked a code. “oh! maybe it’s this part. it says ‘registration’ right here—”

he glanced down.

you were pointing at a section about registering the fucking bluetooth.

rafe actually laughed this time—a sharp, disbelieving sound as he braced both hands on the edge of your window, leaning in a little too close, his eyes burning into yours.

“you’re kidding,” he muttered. “you have to be kidding.”

you looked up at him, wide-eyed, genuinely confused. “why would I be kidding? i literally don’t joke about stuff like this.”

of course you didn’t.

rafe’s jaw ticked as he straightened up, rolling his shoulders back. this was a waste of time. he should’ve just written you up and sent you on your way—but something about you? it was entertaining. infuriating. and maybe, just maybe… kind of fun.

“move over,” he ordered.

you blinked. “huh?”

rafe gestured toward the passenger seat. “move. i’ll find it myself.”

your lips parted in outrage. “you can’t just, like, get in my car!”

he smirked, slow and lazy, hands braced on his belt. “i can when the driver is too incompetent to find her own registration.”

you gasped, offended. “did you just call me incompetent?”

“yeah, sweetheart.” he opened the door. “now, move.”

rafe barely had the door open before you huffed dramatically and shimmied over to the passenger seat, arms crossed tight over your chest. the movement made your light gray sweatpants ride low on your hips, the little rhinestone “JUICY” across the back catching the glow of his headlights. your hot pink crop top clung to you like a second skin, dipping low enough to keep rafe’s eyes very distracted—not that he’d ever admit it.

you popped your gum, blowing a big, obnoxious bubble before snapping it back between your teeth with a loud crack.

rafe clenched his jaw.

this girl was going to kill him.

sliding into the driver’s seat, he scanned the absolute disaster zone that was your car. the smell of vanilla body spray and expensive leather filled his nose as he shifted through the chaotic mess of designer bags, old coffee cups, and random beauty products littering the center console.

“fuck,” he muttered, pushing aside a half-empty bottle of baccarat rouge 540 like it was a crime scene. “you live in here?”

you gasped like he’d just insulted your entire bloodline.

“excuse me?” you whipped around in your seat, long hair spilling over your shoulder. “this is, like, so rude. my car is literally clean.”

rafe held up a crumpled chick-fil-a bag he’d just unearthed from under a louis vuitton tote.

you waved a dismissive hand, chewing your gum even louder. “okay, well, i got that, like, yesterday.”

he arched a brow. “so?”

“so, that means it doesn’t count.”

rafe exhaled through his nose, deciding not to engage in that particular brand of insanity.

instead, he yanked open the glovebox and—finally—there it was. the damn registration. crinkled, barely legible, but it was there.

he snatched it up, flashing it in your face like a trophy. “this. this is your registration.”

you blinked, blowing another big, dramatic bubble before snapping it again.

“okay, well, like, how was i supposed to know that? it literally looks like all the other papers.”

rafe let out a slow, painfully controlled breath, gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles went white.

with a sharp exhale, he exited your vehicle and stalked back toward his suv, pulling the driver’s side door open with more force than necessary. sliding into his seat, he braced his elbows on the center console, rubbing a hand down his face before flipping open his ticket book. the dim glow from his dashboard illuminated the small slip of paper in his hand as he scribbled down your information. his pen scratched against the ticket book, each stroke slow and deliberate—not because he needed extra time, but because he knew you were waiting.

and you were impatient.

he could see you through the rearview mirror, still sitting pretty in your tiny pink crop top, tapping your long, manicured nails against the steering wheel. every few seconds, you’d huff, shifting in your seat, chewing your gum obnoxiously loud.

rafe smirked.

you were so fucking bratty.

finally, he tore the ticket from the book with a slow rip, taking his time as he slid out of his car and made his way back to your open car door.

you immediately perked up, your big doe eyes locking onto him as he leaned down, leaving his right hand on the top of your car.

“ugh, finally,” you groaned, flipping your hair over your shoulder. “i thought i was gonna like, die of boredom.”

rafe chuckled, shaking his head. “tragic,” he murmured, then held out the ticket. “here. make sure your daddy’s card doesn’t decline.”

you snatched it from his hand, rolling your eyes—but when you looked down at the amount, your jaw dropped.

“wait—WHAT?!” you screeched, shaking the paper in his face. “you’re, like, literally joking. there is no way you’re charging me this much!”

rafe just smirked, leaning in closer.

“speeding, reckless driving, and hitting a cop car?” his voice was low, smug. “sounds about right.”

you huffed, your nails scraping against the paper as you dramatically threw your head back. “ugh! this is sooo unfair!”

then, suddenly, you paused. your lips pursed, eyebrows furrowing—and rafe could see it happening. that little spark of mischief, the way you scanned his face, glossy pink lips slowly curling into a smug little smirk. you had an idea.

“you wouldn’t want my daddy to be mad at me, right?” you said sweetly, biting your lip, lashes fluttering up at him. “‘cause like, that’d be really bad of you.”

your fingers toyed with the hem of your crop top, pulling it down ever so slightly—just enough to make his gaze flicker, just enough to remind him how tight it was stretched across your perfect, perky tits.

rafe exhaled slowly through his nose, his jaw tightening. “you really think that’s gonna work?” he muttered, though his voice was noticeably rougher now. your smirk only widened. you leaned in, so close he could smell your sweet perfume and the bubblegum on your breath.

“can’t i, like…pay for this in a different way?” you murmured, your voice dripping with fake innocence, fingers trailing up the front of his uniform, playing with one of the buttons.

rafe’s gaze dropped to your lips—your glossy, plump, parted lips—and for a split second, he let himself imagine it. you, on your knees. looking up at him all needy and desperate, your bratty little attitude gone as you sucked his hard cock, choking as he forced you to deepthroat him.

“you’re out of your damn mind,” he muttered, eyes still maintained on your lips.

despite every reason to shut this down—your spoiled attitude, your blatant bribery, the fact that you’d just crashed into his damn car—he found himself rooted in place, his pulse thudding a little too hard, a little too fast.

your fingers were still playing with his uniform buttons, long nails scraping just lightly enough to send a chill down his spine. you knew exactly what you were doing.

your lips parted as if you were going to say something else—maybe another whiny complaint, maybe another suggestion for how you could make this ticket disappear—but before you could get the words out, he reached up, gripping your chin between his fingers.

the playful smirk vanished from your face. your lashes fluttered, lips parting slightly as you stared up at him, your usual bratty confidence flickering under the weight of his stare.

“sweetheart,” he murmured, his thumb brushing the corner of your mouth, just barely grazing your bottom lip. “you crash into a cop car, you pay the fine,” rafe continued, voice low, gravelly, his blue eyes darkening as he tipped your chin up further. “that’s how it works.”

you swallowed, your throat bobbing under his grip. then, suddenly, you let out a soft giggle. you tilted your head, nipping at the tip of his thumb before flashing him a sly, knowing smile

“or,” you whispered, your voice breathy, tempting, “you could just let it slide…” your giggle was soft, sweet—too sweet.

rafe went still. for a split second, he just stared at you, his grip tightening around your chin as the words sank in. you were bratty. you were spoiled. just so damn obvious.

and yet, he could feel the heat creeping up his neck, the urge to call your bluff pressing down on him like a weight.

his jaw ticked, his eyes flickering to the empty road, the pitch-black stretch of kildare that nobody ever drove down this late. the only sound was the soft whistle of the crickets in the distance, the occasional whisper of wind through the trees.

nobody was around.

nobody would see.

his eyes snapped back to you.

before you could react, rafe’s hand dropped from your chin, and instead, he began undoing belt. “better get to fuckin’ work then, hun.” he muttered, voice heavy with lust.

you gasped, eyes widening at the sight. his thick, hard cock sprung out of his trousers, now eye-level with you.

rafe just stared down at you, his chest rising and falling. he gripped your jaw and brought it towards his red-tipped dick, pressing it onto your glossy lips.

rafe swore he’d seen the smallest smirk on your lips before your mouth parted, inviting him in. his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as your hand came up to hold him steady at his base, cock going deeper into your throat with every lick.

gaining confidence, your movements became more fluid, bobbing your head onto his length with ease—like you were a pro at this, giving cops head to avoid paying tickets.

“fuck.” rafe groaned, throwing his head back in bliss, guiding the back of your head with his left hand. his right hand came down to your tube top, forcing it down to reveal your tits. you giggled on his cock, using your free hand to make a show of squeezing and playing with your boobs for him to watch.

“you’re such a fuckin’ slut…. givin’ a cop head so you don’t have to pay for ticket…” he humorlessly chuckled, gripping your hair tighter as he thrusted into your mouth faster.

spit bubbles were falling from the corners of your mouth, dripping onto the white leather of the drivers seat. he leaned down, grabbing a handful of your tit, massaging it as he groaned.

you stared up at him with doe-like eyes, silently begging for his cum. he recieved the message, grabbing your face with both of his hands, fucking your mouth at a fast pace.

gulg gulg gulg

your mouth made the explicit noise as you impulsively moaned around his member, scratching at his wrists, almost at your limit.

“shit—gonna cum all over that pretty face—“ rafe moaned, pulling out of your throat, jerking himself off, other hand forcing your mouth open wide.

his hot cum spurted out in white ropes, landing on various places of your flushed face. his movements on his cock slowed, as he gained his sense of reality back.

he looked down at your cum-cover face—laughing when he saw the bimbo-like look in your eyes.

“well,” he started, putting himself back into his trousers, grabbing a couple of napkins from the inside of your door. he wiped his white semen off of your face, making you giggle. “i guess i could let you off with a warning, instead.” he smirked, giving your red face a light slap.

<3

I want percy to fuck these period cramps out of me pls and thank you

older men do it better

PART 3 PLEASE I PAY MONEY FOR ITTTTT

# YOU'RE NOT SORRY, ㅤㅤ SENSEI WOLF (LAWRENCE! READER)

ㅤㅤ★ SUMMARY !

× While training in Barcelona for the international tournament representing Miyagi-Do, you deal with the pressure of stepping in for your father, Johnny Lawrence, who returned to the Valley after Carmen was hospitalized. Struggling with anxiety and worries, you find unexpected support in Wolf, the sensei of the Iron Dragons.

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PART ONE !

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The next morning, the sun timidly shone through the hotel windows, and the muffled sound of footsteps in the hallway indicated that the training day had already begun. You had gotten up earlier than usual, feeling the accumulated pressure on your shoulders. But as you walked through the door of the dining hall, you saw Robby sitting alone at a table with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

He had his head down, staring at the food as if it were the only thing he could focus on at that moment. That made you smile with a touch of fondness. Robby always had this focused demeanor, taking things seriously yet with a lightness that made him seem older than he really was. You approached and, with a slightly tired smile, sat down at the table.

"Good morning, captain," you said, trying to mask the weight on your shoulders.

Robby looked up, the corners of his lips curving slightly into a smile. "Good morning," he replied, and for a moment, his eyes seemed to study you in a way that made you feel he knew exactly what was going on in your head. "Did you sleep well?"

You shrugged, pouring yourself a glass of juice, and as you drank, you searched for a way to respond without sounding like you were carrying the world on your shoulders. "Not really. Too much on my mind, you know? I can’t switch off."

Robby, ever observant, didn’t need more words to understand what you meant. He raised an eyebrow, curious but not pressuring you to say more than you wanted to. "Still thinking about Carmen?" he asked, with a softness only he seemed to possess.

You sighed, resting your elbow on the table, your eyes scanning the breakfast spread in front of you. "Yeah... And the tournament, too."

Robby leaned back in his chair, reflecting for a moment before flashing a sympathetic smile. "Look, you're the most determined person I know. If anyone can handle all of this, it’s you. And even if you don’t want to admit it, I know you’ve got everything under control."

A small smile crept onto your face, appreciating how Robby always managed to calm you down without even trying. He had this calm and steady presence that made you feel a bit more grounded amid the storm. "Thanks. I know you’re right, but sometimes I just wish everything would fall into place already."

Robby gave you a warm smile, the kind only he could give. He always had this tranquil energy, a presence that seemed to dissipate any clouds of doubt.

Before heading to practice, Robby gave you a playful nudge on the shoulder, joking as he always did. "And remember, when I win the tournament, you owe me that snack you promised, okay?"

You laughed, amused by how he always stayed optimistic even when the world seemed upside down.

"Oh, if you win, Robby, I’ll promise you a whole dinner," you replied with a genuine smile.

He made a dramatic gesture, as if already preparing for his prize. "Deal. I’ll hold you to that when the time comes."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ    ﹙ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔﹚   

"So, what are you doing today?" Wolf asked, approaching you after the end of the competitions. The question came out casually, but there was something in his voice—a lightness you couldn’t ignore. It was as if he wanted to escape the pressure of the day, maybe in a way only he knew how.

You paused, hesitating for a moment, unsure how to respond. The truth was, you were trying to stay calm, but your mind was a whirlwind. The training, the competition results, the expectations... everything seemed to be piling up in your chest. Yet, somehow, you felt like you could trust Wolf enough to vent, even just a little.

"I’m thinking about training a bit more. But also... maybe I’ll take a walk around the city. I need some time to sort things out," you said, not looking at him directly, but hoping he would understand what you meant without you having to explain everything.

Wolf stayed silent for a few seconds, watching you in a way that seemed to analyze more than just your words. Then, unhurriedly, he gave a faint smile—a mix of understanding and something else.

"I’d say you might need some company," he replied, his voice calm, with a playful tone. But it was a genuine offer, as if he truly wanted to be there.

You looked at him, and somehow, you didn’t need to think much about accepting. There was something comforting about his presence, something that made the idea of being with him—even in silence—good company.

"Do you think you’re up for the job?" you asked with a subtle, almost teasing smile but without malice. Before waiting for a response, you were already turning to leave the gym, the sound of your footsteps echoing on the empty floor.

Wolf smiled back, his gaze softer, as if he was amused by your challenge but not pushing it. "The job’s mine, if you give me the chance to prove it."

As you walked away, a feeling of something new and unexpected began to grow inside you. Something you couldn’t fully understand yet but that, somehow, felt like exactly what you needed.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ    ﹙ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔﹚   

After hours of intense training with Miyagi-Do, you found yourself alone in the gym, immersed in the rhythmic sound of your punches and kicks against the punching bag. The steady noise echoed through the empty room, almost hypnotic, as your muscles worked tirelessly. Each movement flowed with precision, and for a few moments, it felt like the world around you disappeared. The only thing that mattered was the challenge in those strikes—a relief from the thoughts piling up in your mind, helping you feel more centered with every hit.

Wolf's presence, however, was like a shadow—unexpected and silent. His voice cut through the room's stillness, interrupting your flow of concentration.

"Alone again, huh?" His unmistakable voice carried a casual tone, as if it were a gentle tease.

You paused for a second, feeling the cool air of the room contrasting with the heat generated by your training. Turning around, you saw him leaning against the doorframe, wearing his usual lazy smile. But his eyes were sharper, observing your movements with an intensity you couldn’t ignore.

"If you're going to keep following me, at least bring me some coffee," you joked, trying to hide a smile when you realized he seemed more present there than he should have been.

He chuckled softly, almost as if amused, before crossing the space like it was the most natural thing in the world. His steps were unhurried, and his gaze stayed fixed on you, analyzing every detail of your demeanor.

"You're demanding, you know that?" he commented, coming closer, his voice husky and tinged with something you couldn’t fully decipher.

"Just fair," you replied without breaking eye contact before resuming your practice. Your body followed a sequence you'd repeated countless times, almost second nature by now. Even so, you knew you were testing yourself, pushing your limits because that was part of who you were: the challenge.

Wolf stood still, watching you for a few moments. The silence between you was palpable but not uncomfortable. He was studying your every move, every curve of your motion, as if trying to figure out what drove you to push yourself with such determination. His gaze carried weight, a magnetism that made the atmosphere around you feel heavier. It was impossible to ignore.

"What?" you finally asked, unable to suppress your curiosity.

"I'm just trying to understand you," he said, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips. "You have this... way of making everything look easy, even when you're pushing yourself to the limit."

You felt a blush warm your cheeks but kept your focus. You couldn’t give in to the tension of the moment, even if part of you wanted to.

"Maybe it's because I don’t get distracted so easily," you countered, your voice carrying a subtle challenge.

"That sounded like a provocation," he murmured, stepping closer until he was almost within your reach. His proximity was overwhelming, and the warmth radiating from him seemed to fill the small distance between you.

Before you could respond or even process what was happening, Wolf leaned in slightly. It was quick, almost as if he anticipated your resistance, but not enough to stop him. His lips met yours in a soft, brief kiss, filled with intensity.

You froze for a second, too surprised to react. The touch was gentle but carried a purpose, an intent that made your heart race. He pulled back before you could reciprocate, his dark eyes meeting yours, assessing your reaction.

"What are you doing?" you asked in a whisper, trying to sound firm, but your voice came out hesitant.

"Testing a theory," he replied, the grin on his face now more daring, though there was a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "I just wanted to see if you really don’t get distracted that easily."

Your heart was conflicted, and the hesitation in the seconds that followed felt like an eternity. But deep down, something in you was yielding. You didn’t know if it was the moment, the intensity, or simply Wolf and the way he seemed to turn your world upside down.

"Come on, there’s a place I want to show you," he said, his voice softer now, contrasting with his earlier playful tone.

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms in an attempt to maintain an irritated facade, though curiosity was already growing inside you.

"This again?" you asked, trying to suppress a smile. The last time he made such an offer, the night had turned out to be far more interesting than you'd expected.

He only smiled—that slightly crooked smile that seemed to carry a world of secrets and promises. It was annoyingly charming, as if he already knew you wouldn’t resist but was willing to wait, to give you the time you needed. When he extended his hand, the simple gesture carried a deeper weight, like a silent bridge between you.

"Trust me," his voice was soft but firm, carrying a calmness that somehow conveyed safety, even though the situation was completely unpredictable.

You arched an eyebrow, trying not to let on how your heart seemed to stumble in your chest.

"That’s asking too much," you joked, keeping your tone light even as the tension between you both was nearly tangible. Your hand hovered hesitantly in the air, not quite touching his.

Wolf tilted his head slightly, as if analyzing your response. The playful smile returned, but there was something deeper hidden behind his gaze.

"Maybe it is," he admitted, his honesty catching you off guard. "But you’ll have to take the risk."

Later that night, you and Wolf left the hotel, though it seemed like there was something more on his mind. Walking through the narrow streets of Barcelona, you noticed how his eyes scanned his surroundings, as if searching for something specific. The city, illuminated by the soft glow of lights reflecting off the old stones, had an undeniable charm. The fresh night air was inviting, and although you didn’t know exactly where you were headed, there was a quiet confidence in the way he led the way.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, turning to you with that signature smile of his.

“This again?” you teased, but the warmth in your chest betrayed the growing trust you truly felt.

He didn’t reply, just kept walking with you by his side. After a few minutes, you reached one of Barcelona’s most iconic landmarks: Park Güell. The main gate was closed at that hour, but Wolf seemed prepared. He found a discreet spot to climb over, and the mix of adrenaline and amusement as you scaled the fence made you laugh, momentarily forgetting about formalities.

When you finally reached the top of one of the park’s terraces, the view was breathtaking. The entire city stretched out before you, lit up like a sea of urban stars. The silence was broken only by a light breeze and the distant sounds of a city that never sleeps. Wolf sat down on one of the colorful mosaic benches and gave a small pat on the seat beside him, inviting you to join.

“Well? Was it worth it?” he asked, looking straight at you.

You gazed at the horizon, admiring the beauty of the city while feeling the weight of the moment between you.

“I’d say so,” you replied with a soft smile, glancing back at him.

Wolf didn’t seem satisfied with your answer. He tilted his head, his playful smile softening into something more serious.

“I knew you’d like it,” he said, his voice low and captivating.

There was a moment of silence between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that spoke volumes. When he leaned in slightly closer, the air seemed to change, growing heavier with something you couldn’t quite name—courage, or maybe recklessness.

And then he moved in, stealing a quick kiss, full of intent. His lips brushed yours with initial lightness, as though testing the waters, but the warmth of the moment was undeniable.

You froze for a second, startled by his boldness, but soon felt your heart racing. Wolf pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes alight with a mix of mischief and tenderness.

“I thought you’d stop me,” he teased, his voice husky with anticipation.

Still tasting him on your lips, you smiled, a little hesitant but unable to deny the palpable attraction between you.

“I’m still deciding,” you replied, though your gaze betrayed your words.

Wolf chuckled softly, a sound that seemed to resonate deep in your chest. He didn’t press further, but the intensity of the moment lingered, as if the kiss had been only the beginning of something neither of you dared to define just yet.

As you both sat there, looking out at the city side by side, the warmth of his presence was comforting, and the night seemed to take on a special meaning only the two of you understood.

The evening continued with an intensity you hadn’t expected but that felt natural, as though something long dormant had finally been given space to bloom. Wolf was careful, his gestures gentle yet firm, making it clear that the moment meant as much to him as it did to you.

The next morning, the light streaming through the thin curtains seemed brighter than usual, and it took you a few moments to get your bearings. The bed was still warm beside you, but when you turned your head, you realized Wolf wasn’t there. The spot where he had slept was already cold, indicating he’d been gone for some time.

A faint unease began to grow inside you. Maybe it was just your imagination, but something in the air felt different. Quickly dressing, you left the room, following the distant sound of muffled voices echoing down the hallway.

As you approached a small office at the end of the corridor, you immediately recognized the voices. You stopped near the slightly ajar door, your heart pounding as you listened. It was Wolf talking to someone. He sounded irritated, his voice firm but tinged with frustration.

“This wasn’t part of the plan, Silver,” he said, trying to keep his tone low, but it was clear he was holding something back.

“The plan?” Silver replied, their voice calm but with a calculated coldness that sent a chill down your spine. “You should know that unexpected things happen. We’re not here for romance, Wolf. You know what’s at stake.”

Romance? The word echoed in your mind like thunder. You felt your hands go cold as your mind scrambled to process what you were hearing. Wolf responded, his voice now quieter, almost inaudible, but his posture as he spoke was tense.

“She has nothing to do with this, Silver. I know what I’m doing.”

Silver let out a short, dry laugh.

“You think you do. But what you’ve done could jeopardize everything. We can’t afford distractions right now, especially when we’re so close.”

It felt like the ground had disappeared beneath your feet. Distraction. Was that what you were to him? Every moment from the night before, every smile, every glance... was it all just a distraction?

Without realizing it, you took a step back, causing the door to creak slightly. The voices in the office stopped instantly. You didn’t wait to see what would happen next. Your heart felt like it might burst out of your chest as you hurried back down the hallway.

When you reached your room, you closed the door and leaned against it, taking deep breaths to calm the whirlwind of emotions threatening to overflow. The night before had been real to you, but now doubts were creeping in. Who was Wolf, really? And what exactly was at stake that you didn’t know about?

Not long after, there was a knock at the door. You didn’t answer, but Wolf’s voice came from the other side, calm yet laced with something that sounded... like concern.

“Can we talk?” he asked, not forcing his way in. “I know you heard. And I know how it must seem.”

You stayed silent for a moment, your hand hesitating on the doorknob. Opening that door would mean facing questions you weren’t sure you were ready to ask. But at the same time, a part of you wanted answers. Needed them.

Finally, you turned the knob and opened the door, facing Wolf with a mixture of distrust and expectation.

You felt a growing heat in your throat and mouth, but the only thing you managed to say was:

“You’re working with him?” Your voice was tense, and the air around you felt heavy.

He hesitated, and the silence that followed said more than any words could.

You didn’t know if you could trust anything anymore. All those feelings, that moment... now it all felt like a lie.

“So it was all a lie, then? All of it?” The bitterness in your voice was clear. The words came out heavier than you could control, and the weight of disappointment pressed against your chest.

He didn’t answer immediately. He ran a hand through his hair, as if searching for a way to explain himself. But nothing he could say seemed to make sense.

“It wasn’t a lie. Not all of it,” he finally said, trying to take a step closer to you.

But you stepped back.

“Not all of it?” you repeated, incredulous. “How am I supposed to trust you, Wolf? How am I supposed to believe anything you say?”

He seemed to struggle with his words, but before he could say anything else, you raised your hand, stopping him.

“Don’t say anything else. You’ve done enough,” your voice cracked. You took a deep breath, trying to regain control.

“Y/N…”

“No.”

With that, you turned away and grabbed your belongings, the weight of disappointment crushing your chest. Wolf didn’t try to follow you. He just stood there, watching you gather your things, knowing he had lost something he could never get back.

And as you walked away, you felt that this fight wasn’t just in the open. It was within you. Against the feelings that stubbornly lingered for someone who had broken your trust.

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is it bad I lowkey love this😗

‘EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE,

- EVIL!WALLY CLARK X READER -

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; yandere/evil hcs w wally clark.

⋆ tags/warnings. wally clark x female reader. obsessive behavior. toxic white man !!

♫ “Oh, can't you see, you belong to me? How my poor heart aches, with every step you take?” ♫ Every Breath You Take by The Police

𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊

You think you can get away? Sorry sweetheart, not an option.

Jumping straight into this, he will kill you. Find a way to orchestrate it. Manipulate Mr. Martin somehow, set it all up. You’re coming with him. Forever.

He’s been watching you from the get go. Even before he killed you, he studies you like his life depends on it. Rhonda and Charley can ask him why he’s standing in the hallways. He’ll come up with BS excuses- they don’t deserve to know you. Not yet.

He watches your friends with contempt. He’d kill them too if it wouldn’t be so damn awkward, running into them for all eternity. Yuck! The thought makes him sick.

Once your dead- he comforts you. He’s the only person to get to hold you. If anyone tries to talk to you to help you figure out what happened, he’s sending them a charming (a bit scary) smile, and saying “I’ll take over from here.”

He’s sneaking an arm around you. He makes big shows in the ghost circle when your present; pretending to care about helping you find out what killed you. Defending you from Mr. Martin or Rhonda.

He needs to be seen as your hero.

And you’ll be none the wiser.

“Wear my letterman jacket, yeah? For good luck?”

also makes you wear the necklace.

He just wants everyone to know who you belong too.

He’ll dig up CD’s in the school library for you two to have little dates. Listen to the 80’s music in a corner at night. Make you watch all his favorite original horror movies, just so he can see your innocent little face terrified. And then he can wrap an arm around you-

“Hey hey hey, I’ll protect you.”

Truly believes he’s given you everything the two of you could ever want. An eternity together.

If you don’t want to be his prom date, you don’t have the option. His eye will twitch- and with a smile, he’ll say he understands through gritted teeth.

But oh, oh, oh, poor Charley. Wally Clark is a jock- and classic one at that. His highschool bully roots will come through eventually.

He’ll have Charley pushed against a locker, threatening to kill him a second time if he doesn’t convince you to go.

You’re his girl. His only hope to find happiness in this shithole of a school.

“You- you love me, right?”

He asks, his eyes a bit too focused on his jersey number he doodled on the back of your hand.

If you say yes, he’ll practically wag his tail and put an arm around you possessivley.

If you stutter, he’ll nod with a shy laugh- a quick “i’m jus’ kidding,” muttered.

But…on the inside? He’s thinking what more he can do to worship you. To make you realize he’s your knight in shining armor, your best player.

He’s an optimist. And a patient man.

He’ll wait for you to come to your senses.