#(karen with N only sweet words for the sweet man)

[caraphernellie]

build god, then we’ll talk // e.w.

a/n: preacher!ellie part 2!! yay! once again heavily mcr inspired lol, also mm a fever you can't sweat out aka the best p!atd album. i got super freaked out because this accidentally posted a few days ago and i dont even know why what the actual fuck. im super nervous about this one. this one is significantly worse than the first and if i wasnt already before writing this i certainly now am never seeing the pearly gates. AGAIN IF THIS ISNT UR THING DONT READ

read part one here!!

word count: 2.6k

warnings: preacher!ellie , christian!reader . some random bitch named paisleigh i tried to go for names karen would pick. fem!reader , dom!ellie , sub!reader . rough sex . church sex they are in the church please dont be mad at me LMFAOOOO . oral (e!receiving) , inappropriate use of holy water?? lol. established relationship (secret lovers). internalised homophobia + religious trauma , mean!ellie , she’s mostly very nice , just punishing reader and suuuuper clouded by internalised homophobia. degrading/slight humiliation kink , corruption kink if you squint , dacryphilia , spanking (r!receiving) , fingering (r!receiving) , hair pulling. dialogue heavy tbh ,, . use of the word whore. use of pet names : angel , sweet girl , good girl.

towards the back of the church, you sit next to ellie during the evening service. her warm palm covers most of your thigh, thumb rubbing gentle circles into your skin. it’s secret moments shared in plain sight that get you going, that make your heart flutter and knees weak. 

it’s moments like these that increase the doubts you are having about your faith – not like ellie knows, and absolutely not like you would ever tell her. she is your lover, and you have trusted her with so much, but she could never understand this. she’s dedicated her life to the church like it’s her purpose, and you’re haunted by it.

so even as you feel yourself losing sight of the need for salvation, and as you find that you can only feel happy and free once you let go of religion, you will sit through every mass. you will pray with her. you will continue to live this hidden, shameful life, living with the knowledge that nobody else would approve of the way you love ellie.

and it gets difficult, hiding it. you’ve lived in fear, hiding the secret of your sexuality for so long, but ellie’s warmth and her gentle touch is something you wish you could show off.

the service ends, and ellie stays back as she often does to talk to anyone who needs her guidance. you sit and wait for her in the pews, growing impatient, and growing guilty as your thoughts run wild and you realise what an apostate you have become.

you fidget in your seat, antsy and itching for ellie to come back to you, so you’ll be alone once more, and free to feel her touch and her kiss that you so desperately crave. but she’s having a chat with her neighbour paisleigh, of course, who is asking ellie with some not-so-subtle judgement when she’s going to settle down to become a typical housewife. you scoff at such an idea.

ellie? settling down with a man? that’s laughable.

but watching her talk with paisleigh, the way her chapped lips move and the moonlight shining through a stained glass window hits her eyes, you need that kiss more than ever.

almost on autopilot, you trail towards ellie, standing beside her with a blank face.

she interrupts paisleigh for a moment, turning to you, there’s always that undeniable look of adoration in her eyes, how she always tries to make time for you, and be attentive towards you, and it curls the corners of your lips upwards.

“you alright?” ellie asks, quirking a brow in your direction, “somethin’ wrong or you’re just bored?”

and you realise you’re actually not sure why you came up to ellie – or, you do know, but it’s not something you could ask right now. so you just grab her hand instead of replying, and ellie’s gaze hardens. in an attempt to appear professional, she squeezes your hand before dropping it.

“is something wrong?”

“uh…”

paisleigh utters something under her breath, something that sounds a little mean, before she speaks up. “i should get going. i will see you tomorrow.”

“for sure,” ellie nods, smiling. “see you.”

and ellie doesn’t even spare you a glance, waiting until paisleigh exits the church. you’re alone, the church is empty, and it’s so silent you could hear a pin drop.

at this point, it’s a matter of who will break the silence, but ellie beats you to it. you know she’s not happy – she’s always bitching the second you come close to even subtly showing love to her when someone else is around.

“jealous or something?” ellie says, crossing her arms. she leans against a pew, crossing her ankles. “couldn’t handle hearin’ about me possibly settling down? or were you just in the mood to get us caught?”

“ellie, it’s not like that, i just–”

“then what was it like?” ellie challenges, raising her eyebrows. she’s got a real mean streak, and it only comes out when she wants to protect you.

“it was- j-just– i just wanted to be close,” you mutter, looking down, a newfound meekness in your tone, “it was just me holding your hand, i–”

“and if someone takes you holding my hand the wrong way, then what? hm? you’re willing to lose everything just to hold my hand? what, you’re that desperate for some attention?”

“i wasn’t thinking, i just–”

you don’t know when ellie got so close to you, but her hand grabs your chin and lifts your face so she can stare into your eyes. there’s not much of anger there. you know what it is, it’s her own internal struggle, that she’s only taking out on you because she saw an opportunity.

“not thinking, huh?” ellie snorts, then caresses your cheek, a far cry from the callous tone she’s giving you. “poor girl, wanted me so bad, is that it?”

your lips are sealed, a doe look in your eyes that makes ellie smirk. 

“talk. you wanted me, hm? use your words.”

“i just wanted a kiss,” you say quietly, “or at the very least, j-just a hug.”

“awe,” ellie croons, pulling you close. her heart isn’t calm like usual and you can hear it, the harboured speed she gained in fear of your secret being revealed. she’s warm as ever, her hands on your waistline and chin resting on your shoulder. “well here’s your hug, angel. but you know what i think?”

“...what?”

“you’ve forgotten where the fuck we are.”

ellie pulls away from you, and shoves you in the direction of the altar, causing you to gasp and catch yourself with your arms on the white table.

“we are in a place of worship. in the house of god, sweet girl, do you know what god thinks of people like us?”

you look down at your hands. “we’re… sinners.”

“that’s right,” ellie hums in approval. she ends up behind you, a hand gripping your throat to pull your back against her chest. “we’re sinners. and you went as far as to want me, to be thinking these kinds of thoughts during our service, in which we are to honour him. if you’re that much of a whore, i’ll give you what you want right here, right now.”

you splutter, quick shock taking over completely. “i- wha- here? in church? ellie, y- we can’t, this isn’t priv–”

“nobody’s watching,” ellie murmurs into your ear, leaving a kiss right where your shoulder meets your neck. “nobody except god himself. so why don’t i teach you a little lesson, show god how sorry you are?”

oh.

oh.

“i…”

ellie’s hand slides down your neck and to your back, pushing, pushing, until you’re bent over the altar. she tugs at the hem of your dress with one hand, the other trailing up the back of your thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake like little electric sparks.

“let this punishment be our prayer. our repentance,” ellie suggests, holding your dress up. a finger traces slowly over the outline of your panties, such a feather light touch you almost don’t feel it, until she’s tugging them down and letting them pool on the floor over your mary janes. “remind me, what are we?”

you’re preoccupied, trembling over the altar and mulling over in your mind the way the air brushes against the heat in your cunt. 

preoccupied, until there’s a stinging pain spreading over your ass, and a slap echoing through the empty church, followed by your own yelp.

“i said,” ellie speaks through gritted teeth, repeating herself, “what are we?”

“sinners,” you answer, voice wavering. “so sorry, i– ah!”

another spank, right on the other ass cheek this time. ellie chuckles, her large hands kneading over soft skin to soothe the sting of it.

“we are sinners, and we always beg for forgiveness, don’t we, my angel? so how dare you–” the word dare is punctuated by another spank over the middle of your ass. “-think something so sinful in a time where we are supposed to be holy?"

a pathetic mewl whines past your lips and you tremble even more, “i’m sorry, ellie, but the–”

“don’t be apologising to me,” ellie says, chuckling. she cups your cheeks in her hands from behind, tilting your head up. your eyes focus on the large wooden crucifix hanging on the back wall of the cathedral. “apologise to him.”

“oh,” you whisper, the heat of embarrassment bubbling inside your stomach, rising to your face. “yes. of course.”

ellie’s face appears beside you, a soft kiss pressing against your shoulderblade. “i love you,” she whispers, and she loses sight of herself for a moment – forgetting where her values are, forgetting her internal battles for just a moment to show you something tender, a warning, a reminder that she is playing.

and just when you think the harsher treatment is over, she gives you this short warning that almost doesn’t register in your mind. she slaps your cunt, and she laughs at the way you buck your hips away from her hand.

“this is not going to be gentle. you didn't think your punishment was over, did you?” ellie teases, two fingers spreading open the soaking folds, gathering creamy slick over the pads of her digits. she lives for every reaction you have, every shudder and every little gasp. “tell me, sweet girl, what happens if you sin?”

“y-you’re damned,” you reply, trying to focus your gaze over the cross, and your back arches when two of ellie’s fingers slowly slide inside. “damned to hell.”

“yes,” ellie answers, an audible strain in her voice, where she grits her teeth over the feeling of your walls clenching around her long digits. “and is there a way to save yourself?”

“by… oh, el– by looking to god,” you say. your voice is barely above a whisper, but ellie nods anyway, slowly beginning to move her fingers. “and by apologising, a-and seeking forgiveness from the lord, and y-you can be absolved of s– ffuck.”

ellie is hardly listening to your answer at this point. you can’t see her, but if you could, the look on her face would be tantalising enough. lip pulled between her teeth, thick brows burrowed over narrowed eyes as she watches her fingers coat with your wetness.

“you’re right,” ellie whispers, flitting her gaze up to the back of your head again. “so what are you gonna say now, angel? do you want to be an angel? or keep being a whore?”

“i-i’m sorry, lord,” you plead, a moan choking out as ellie speeds up her pace, thrusting in your pussy, squelching, wet sounds echoing in the church and increasing your embarrassment. “please f-forgive me, for disrespecting you, in a t-time meant for w– ellie!”

the shriek comes as ellie’s free hand spanks your ass again, and she growls, “now apologise for both of us. like we always do.”

you nod, panting softly, but there aren’t many words coming to mind at the moment. think, think, we pray every time. this shouldn’t be hard.

ellie’s fingers slide in and out of you, and she smirks when she feels your clench around her again. the pace is so fast you can’t keep up, and her fingers pound so roughly it almost burns. a knot builds in your stomach, tears in your eyes.

pulled out of your daze, ellie rips a cry out of you as she grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs your head upwards to look at the cross after noticing your head fall. she keeps her grip tight. a hot tear slides down your cheek.

“aw, angel, this shouldn’t be hard,” ellie coos, almost as though she read your mind. “are you sorry?”

“yes, yes,” you whine, hands holding onto the edge of the altar for stability. “please, oh f-fuck, ellie.”

“please? please what, angel?” ellie asks, smirking. “you’re not cumming until you can show god you’re sorry for this.”

“i’m sorry!” you cry, a tear or two dripping onto the white tablecloth on the altar. “please, lord, f-forgive us, we have- are sinning, again, a-and- ahh, mmff,..”

ellie almost rolls her eyes, a large grin on her face that she can’t wipe off for the life of her – you can’t get a full sentence out, and she’s proud.

“please guide us, and p– protect us from future error,” you continue, “thank you for your f-forgiveness.”

“good,” ellie murmurs, easing up some of her relentless pace only to make you more comfortable, “keep cryin’, maybe your tears’ll convince someone to believe you.”

you can’t bother to reply, though ellie’s finally, for once, acknowledged how unapologetic you both are. not sorry, just guilty.

“el– ellie, i’m going to– mm, right, yea, like that please-”

ellie releases her grip on your hair, and hooks a strong arm around you. she laughs as your cunt twitches when her hand begins rubbing at your puffy clit, now with nothing on her mind but the goal of making you cum.

it doesn’t take long after that. a cord in your stomach snaps, unravelling as you shake and tremble and jitter, loud, lewd moans filling the silence of the empty church.

pulling away, leaving your wrecked hole empty, her fingers poke at your lips. as you still come down from such intensity, ellie lets you lean against her while your lips part and take her fingers in, sucking the slick off of them. 

“good girl,” ellie whispers, her other hand smoothing your dress down and patting your ass. “you’ll make a perfect angel, so obedient like that.”

you hum around ellie’s fingers, hands lazily grabbing at her wrist, half lidded eyes trained on the veins in her hand.

“i need you to do one more thing for me, can you do that?” ellie asks, taking her fingers out of your mouth. she kisses the corner of your lips, and then grips your shoulders, beginning to push you down. “kneel.”

glassy eyes peering up at ellie, tear stained cheeks and a small pout on your lips, she grunts and reaches for her belt. “ah, fuck...”

she’s ruined you. 

unzipping her pants, ellie takes down both the slacks and her grey boxers at once. there’s no time to process anything before she’s got a hand on the back of your head, gently prompting you to move closer, enticing you towards her messy cunt.

ellie looks down at you, huffing a breath out of her nose when she meets your eyes. “c’mere, angel, let me mess up that pretty face even more. just– aw, shit, uh-huh.”

your nose tickled by auburn bush, you press your face against her and flick your tongue out, lapping over her clit. the memory of your dwindling faith is hazy in this moment, nothing but ellie’s moans and taste filling your senses.

“that’s it,” ellie praises, leaning back against the altar to keep herself from growing weak. her hand begins to move your head, and you almost can’t keep up with it. “just so– mmm, ffuck yeah, shit, you’re so fuckin’ pretty.”

hands folded in your lap, there isn’t much you can do but take this, especially when ellie begins rutting her hips towards you. lips and tongue melting between thrusts and the hand moving you up and down, meeting ellie’s pulsing cunt, tasting her essence.

“sh– fuck,” ellie grunts, staring down at you, pretty green eyes jaded in pleasure, bushy brows knit together, and chapped lips groaning explicit praise while she teeters on the edge of orgasm.

“so, so, nnng, s-so fucking good, that’s my girl.”

your desperate whimpers vibrating through ellie’s core are what does it. she fucks her pussy against your face with a guttural moan, head tipped back in pleasure.

and when it’s all over, she lifts you to your feet, redresses herself. chuckling at the sight of your wrecked face, lips and chin covered in spit and slick, ellie kisses you with the gentlest affection.

“good girl, you handled that so well. hm, shit, you’re messy.”

looking for something to clean you off with, the only thing ellie can find around is holy water. smirking, she pours some onto her hands, and massages it over your face.

“amen,” she whispers, nodding her head.

and ellie’s smile grows genuine when half lidded eyes meet her own, and you bow your head.

“amen.”

tags: @dinasvampgf @fadedin2u @eurewili @diddiqueen @machetegirl109 @craz1er4you @divinediorss @onlinelesbo @thecowardwrites

i may consider a part 3 let me know if you want it :) it would be fluffier 😭 maybe they'd leave the church? mybe consummating a marriage iywim... hmm...

#ellie williams x reader #tlou2 x reader #ellie williams x fem reader #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ fanfic #ellie fanfic #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x yn #ellie x you #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader

[viranellee]

you'd never guess (i'd never know)

synopsis: the only thing eddie roundtree likes about billy dunne is his younger sister.

warnings: smut, dirty talk, swearing, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill, but it's never mentioned)

a/n: the lack of eddie smut on here is appalling

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“Where are you going?”

Frozen in your tracks, you slowly turn around and meet Eddie’s still sleepy but inquisitive gaze, and as his eyes look you over from head to toe, it morphs into a distinctive shade of lustful. You allow yourself the liberty to admire him as he does the same to you - unguarded and vulnerable in his half-awake state, the nest of tangled light brown hair on top of his head, his naked body painted with love bites underneath the white hotel sheets.

You want to kiss him.

“Sweetheart, c’mon. Come ‘ere.” He tries coaxing you, but you know the rules by now. No matter how sweet the temptation is, no matter the things his deep, husky morning voice does to your insides, no matter the way your heart threatens to beat out of your chest everytime you lay eyes on him, you need to be unfailingly secretive about this, whatever it is, between you two. Otherwise the deadly tornado of a man your brother Billy is will turn it into ruin with a single flick of his hand.

Even still, it seems that you’re the only one rightfully worried.

"Eds, I have to leave, you know this.”

Something hardens in his gaze for a moment, but it quickly slips away. It pains you to watch it. You lean down to kiss his cheek in an attempt to make him feel better, but he turns his head around, capturing your lips with his. You gasp and instinctively fist your hands into his hair as he rearranges you to sit on his lap. There’s something desperate about the way he holds you and kisses you this particular morning and it sets everything in you on fire. You moan into his kiss despite your brain screaming at you to get the fuck up and leave before anybody finds out you’re not in your room. Eddie seems to sense your overthinking, as he usually does, and slips his cold hands underneath your blouse, letting his long fingers trace your spine, trying to soothe you.

"Focus on me. Don’t think about anything else.” Eddie instructs and you suddenly feel lighter.

You kiss him again, a silent thanks for bringing you back to the present, and it’s his turn to moan as he presses you down on his hard-on.

"A couple of kisses and I’m already rock hard like a fuckin’ teenager. Jesus, the things you do to me.” He mutters, more to himself than you, but the words still manage to leave their impact on your nether regions.

“Eddie, Eddie…” you pant as his mouth begins to place greedy kisses down your neck. “We’re…we’re going to be late for breakfast.”

He laughs against your skin and you swear you’ve never felt something so good.

“I’m already having my breakfast, sweetheart, and it’s much better than the shit they serve down there.”

Fuck.

---

“Anyone got any idea where Eddie and my sister are?” Graham asks his friends, in the midst of swallowing his piece of omelet.   

Warren shrugs.

“Eddie’s probably still sleeping. I mean, when has he ever shown up for breakfast on time? Let the guy get some sleep, man.” 

Graham nods a couple of times, deeming the explanation logical. It doesn't stop him from thinking about the person left out from it.

"Yeah, sure," he starts "but my sister always shows up. I...I don't know, maybe she slept in this time, but maybe I should go up and check." 

Karen suddenly pipes in from her place next to Graham, putting her hand on his thigh. 

"Don't. For we all know, she's just sleeping in." She says, looking at Warren from across the table pointedly, who takes the hint and nods reassuringly at Graham. "And you know how she gets when someone wakes her up. Let her rest." 

"But what if she's hungry when she wakes up?" 

Karen sighs, closing her eyes for a couple of seconds. Warren inhales sharply, a tell-tale sign of him holding in his laughter. 

"Graham. She isn't an infant. I'm sure your sister is fully capable of getting breakfast for herself." She says, but he still doesn't look entirely convinced.

"Yeah, but I don't want her to be alone." Graham pauses. "I don't want her to feel lonely, y'know." 

"Hey, chill man. She and Eddie wake up around the same time anyway, they usually get breakfast together, don't they? I really don't think there's anything to worry about." Warren adds, as he takes the last bite of his P&J sandwich. 

Graham silently leans back in his chair and Karen takes the opportunity to change the subject.

"Anyway, uh, how's Lisa, Warren?" 

KAREN SIRKO: I knew she and Eddie were fucking from the moment I saw them together. 

WARREN ROJAS: For the record, I had no idea they were fucking. 

GRAHAM DUNNE: [sighs] Can we not talk about this, please? 

---

"Yeah, just like that. Fuck, you look so good bouncing on my cock like that." 

You don't know how long you two have been going at it. What you do know, however, is that Eddie Roundtree, the insatiable sex maniac, has already put you through five different positions and this is the sixth one.

"Eddie, I��I don't think I can..." You start saying as you feel your strength leaving your body, but he knows. He always knows. 

He tightens his hold on your hips and drags you up and down his cock and you have to physically put a hand over your mouth when he hits that spot inside of you. 

"Found it, huh?" He comments, with that goddamn cocky glint in his eye and you would have normally rolled your eyes at him if it weren't for the fact that they were already rolling towards the back of your head. 

"Shut...up!" You pant, and he smirks. As soon as you see that smirk, you involuntarily tighten around him. Eddie groans when he feels it and you lean down to kiss his Adam's apple, and then - him. He cups the back of your neck with one large hand and you shiver.

"I'm, I'm close. Eddie, fuck!" You barely manage to stutter out and he goes even faster, the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room. He presses a sweet kiss to your collarbone and immediately goes back to whispering filthy things into your ear.

"Cum for me, love. Cum on my cock." He urges, breathless, something swimming in his eyes you've never seen before, and you do just that. 

You think you might have screamed. You don't know. All you remember is Eddie.

You hide your face in his shoulder, sensitive and exhausted - he cums shortly after, your name on his lips like a prayer. You sigh when you feel him soften inside of you. He falls back on the pillows and you fall along with him, head on his chest and his hand playing with your hair. 

It's comfortably silent after that, so silent in fact, that for a second you think Eddie might have fallen asleep. You tilt your head upwards to place a kiss on his jawline, but you find him already staring back at you, an uncharacteristically contemplative look on his gorgeous face. 

"What?" You question, growing increasingly worried. 

This is it, you think, this is when he ends things. 

My worst fear is coming true.

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: Y'know, I've played in front of hundreds of thousands of people. I know what anxiety feels like. But laying in that bed with her, looking at her, was the most nervous I'd ever felt in my entire life. 

"I…" He begins and closes his mouth, as if carefully choosing his words, but doing nothing to ease the pit in your stomach. "Well..." 

You stand up upright, a typical "Dunne frown", as he liked calling it, on your face. 

He should look me in the eyes, at the very fucking least. 

"Oh, is this what you're doing now? Fucking me one last time before you reject me? You've had your fun, is that it?" 

Y/N ROUNDTREE: I do admit that I... misjudged the situation. But when you've been with assholes in the past, sometimes you come to conclusions a bit too quickly. 

Eddie's face scrunches up into a mixture of shock, confusion and slight sadness.

"What?" He asks so loudly that it makes you feel embarrassed. "What in the actual fuck are you on about? Why would you even think that? Sweetheart, I was going to say I love you."  

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: I'll never forget the look on her face, swear to God. [laughs] 

"What?" You parrot back, just as loudly. It takes a beat or two for the words to sink in.  When they do, you start laughing like you've never heard anything funnier. 

Eddie simply looks at you like you've grown two heads. 

"Oh, Eds. Please don't lie to me like this." You cover your face with your hands.

Suddenly, your hands are being gently pulled away - he's staring at you so softly you think you might die. You might have actually died and this is your heaven. It certainly feels like it. 

He whispers your name and you whisper his back. 

"I love you." He says, cupping your cheeks,  and keeps repeating it as if trying to get it through your head. 

"Eddie…" you breathe against his lips. He pulls your bottom lip down with his thumb, pupils dilated like you're his new favorite drug. You might actually be. "Eddie, I lo-"

"SOUNDCHECK IS IN 30 MINUTES, ROUNDTREE, GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THE DAMN BED!"  

Fuck.

---

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: She might not have told me she loved me that day, but - [shows wedding ring] - I know. I know.

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#daisy jones and the six #daisy jones & the six #eddie roundtree x reader #eddie roundtree fanfic #karen sirko #graham dunne #warren rojas #eddie roundtree #eddie roundtree smut #I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM YOUR HONOUR!!!!! #not an eddie apologist because he's done nothing wrong ever #josh whitehouse #djats fic #djats tv #eddie loving

[demon-kumo]

𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥

➤ 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

➤ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐬, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞… 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝? 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝.

➤ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

➤ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡-𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

➤ 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀

No one loves wine as much as CHUUYA. Hell he has a cabinet at home full of it, you were never one to drink though. Yet the minute he stepped into the home the scent of expensive wine reached his nose.

Working in the mafia had never been easy, whether you were a simple office worker or the boss, everyone went home late. Chuuya was no exception, as an executive he stayed longer than most. So the sweet pop in his bones allowed a satisfied smile to come to his face as he stood from the chair.

Finally, time to head home.

The click of the door allowed the corridor to open and sighed at the cool air hitting his face on the hot Yokohama night. His shoes hit the floor with a clumsy clack before it hit him. The strong scent of wine.

Perfect features, in your words "rivaling the gods", scrunched up as he walked through the penthouse and was met with an unfamiliar sight.

You. Hunched over the marble counter with a familiar red bottle in front of you. Soft cheeks hued red alongside your adorable ears, with a dazed look in your eye. Chuuya knew this sight, it had been on his own visage multiple times.

It seems the roles have been reversed.

Blazen blue hues softened considerably on instinct at the mere sight of you as he waltzed over. Placing a hand on your shoulder you looked up with glassy eyes and met the eyes of your lover.

"Hey (Y/n), you good?"

A drunk giggle escaped your lips, "Of course," you waved your hand, "I am perfectly fine, can't you tell?" you said as you were about to take another sip only for your husband to grab the glass.

"Alright love, I think you've had enough." He chuckled, finding your drunken state endearing and amusing. He had never seen you drunk before, you were normally the responsible drinker. It wasn't often that you drank wine.

The smile dropped from his face when you gasped like an overzealous Karen, hand to your chest as you looked at him with mouth agape.

"Sssirr, you may be handsome and k-kind enough to care about some stranger buuuuut don't call me that!" You slurred your demand as you pointed at him.

Chuuya tilted his head, "Call you what?"

"You know exact-ly what I mean you scoundrel! You can't call a w-woman you just met lllovveee,"

Chuuya raised his brows in surprise, "Huh?"

You squinted your eyes at him with a pout, "You heard meee right, I will have you know I am married!" You slouched in your chair.

Chuuya deadpanned, "L-(Y/n), I am the man you are married to."

You scoff a drunk scoff, "Y-you dare lie to me, I know my husband when I see him. And," You pointed at him for the nth time that night, "you look nothing like him."

You look through your blur and see the hazy figure of blue and orange covered in black and red clothes. Yep, 100% not your husband. "Myyy husband is ten times the mannnn you will ever beeee. He would never lie to meeee.... plusss he is-sh the most handsome man I have ever met."

Chuuya flushed bright red at your words but chuckled as he picked you up bridal style, just like he did the day he married you, and smiled at you. The same loving way he always did.

"Well then, that man is extremely lucky to have you. He also loves you more than anything, probably... no he would definitely burn the world for you."

➤ 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔

Being passed out from beer and liquor was a familiar scene to OSAMU. Within the years of hiding from the mafia and laying low, passed out in bars. But to find his spouse in one, now that was a new one.

"(Y/n), sweetie, I think you should stop," Dazai suggested as he watched you call the bartender for another shot. You already were way past wasted.

It wasn't often Dazai was seen with a worried expression but this was one of the moments. He was worried his darling wife would pass out soon and wake up with the largest migraine when waking up.

"Wwwwhatttt, no!" You childishly rejected it as you waved your hand dismissively. "I cannnn handle itttt."

"Sweetie, if you drink any more you will pass out." Dazai sighed, is this how you feel when you deal with him drunk.

He placed a hand on your shoulder and pulled you up, placing his credit card at the bar, and paying for your drinks. Surprisingly he actually had the money to pay for the amount of shots, for her, he will always pay.

"Come on sweetheart, let's get you to bed."

"mhm, nnnooo!"

You push yourself away from the man, stuttering away as you look at him with an exasperated look. Dazai gave you a worried smile, "What do you mean-"

"I tollld you no!" You shook your head, "I have a husband! I am a married w--woman!" You said with a small hiccup as you held onto the counter with your knees bent.

Thank the lords that this bar is empty, Dazai thought to himself as he let out a small laugh. "Sweetheart, I am that husband."

"Nope!" You shook your head, "I know my husband, he would never look like you. You're hideous, my man is the... picture of... beauty!"

You slid to the floor on your knees as your cheeks reached an even more red state while Dazai chuckled though if you looked close enough you could see a small blush.

"Oh is he now?"

"Y-yes, I would never betray himmm, what kind of woman... would I beee, if I went to bed.... with another man!"

Awww, that is so sweet, even if the man who is currently trying to take you to bed is your actual husband.

All of a sudden, tears fall down your face, large fat puppy tears as broken sobs. Dazai's shifted to shock as he quickly bent to the ground and placed his hand on your shoulder.

"Hey! What's wrong?"

"*Sob* It's just.... thinking 'bout Samu.... *hick* He is always sad." Dazai's eyes widened as he remained silent when you started to rant. "He never shows it... *sniff* but he thinks so poorly *hick* of himself... but he won't tell me how he feels.... he thinks he is unworthy of *hiccup* h-happiness... or me... I'm a terrible wife... I can't even talk to him about that *sobbing*..."

You cried on his shoulder, tears staining his sandy coat but he didn't care. He looked down at you with an expression he rarely ever wore in front of someone. No one could really describe it, looked like a visage of self-loathing and pity. Was this how you really felt.

He brushed a hand to your head, who had now fallen asleep on his shoulder, mouth slightly agape. You looked like a sleepy child in an adult body. He placed a soft kiss on your head.

" Sweetheart, I know you can't hear me so it doesn't count but, you are right I don't think I am worthy of you. You are the best thing that has happened to me, which is why I am trying my hardest to make you happy."

#bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #bsd #bungou stray dogs #soukoku #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara #dazai x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd fluff #demon kumo #romance #dazai osamu

[grave-z-boy]

Arthur Morgan x Male!Reader

A/n: Tumblr straight up deleted the original ask :/ also the ending is kinda rushed cuz Ive been working on this for too long.

Request: if ur taking requests, can i request a arthur morgan x male reader where the reader gets kidnapped by o’driscolls, gets injured a lot, and arthur comes, pissed asf, screaming, “where is he” and shit, basically rescues reader, and comforts him later after they set up camp and basically start making out which the leads to sex, but arthur is super gentle, and very careful and isn’t sure if they should because of readers injuries but they do and he’s super sweet and, making sure reader is ok and stuff. (already were in a relationship prior to kidnapping) if this is way too much i get it lmfao. i like your writing a lot!! ~anonymous

Summary: Arthur rescues reader after he's been kiddnapped

Word count: 3,442

Warning: torture, murder, reader gets shot, bruises and scars, guns in general, passing out, smut, bottom!reader, top!Arthur Morgan, hurt/comfort, short smut.

A stray bullet flew so close to your ear that you could hear it cutting the air. The oozing hole in your leg only spit out more blood as you crouched down behind a tree, your shoulder pressed hard against the bark as you tried to keep your head from spinning. You whistled for your horse, only to hear a sudden pained whiny from her somewhere across the O’Driscolls camp, you swore under your labored breath. Another bullet flew past you.

Using the tree you pushed yourself up, the old, sharp bark tearing the skin on your palms. Breathing in, you tried to block out the searing pain in your leg. It worked just enough for you to peek around the tree and aim your pistol at the O’Driscoll. Squeezing the trigger, the man fell back, you hit him square in the chest.

He wasn’t the only one though- this camp was chock-full of O’Driscolls, and they were all looking for you. You spotted another man, hunting rifle in hand, slowly creeping into the tree line, you aimed, but he was faster, shooting you in the shoulder. It hurt like hell, you yelled as you hit the ground. He crept closer- he was fast, but he wasn’t a good shot, you could tell as he nervously reloaded his gun. The shot wasn’t enough to kill you, even if you let it sit and fester. Before he could aim again you raised your pistol and shot him, once in the chest, and when he didn’t go down you shot him between the eyes.

Letting out another breath, you pushed yourself onto your knees. Only to feel warm metal against your neck, before you could even swear, you were hit with the butt end of the gun, your vision blurring to nothing in a matter of seconds.

~~~~~~~~~

“He should of been back by now..” Arthur said for about the fourth time this hour.

“Y/n’s a strong man, he’ll be fine. Probably just…camping out again.” Karen, who’d had to listen to him complain about four times this hour, muttered, her hands and mind more focused on mending a pair of Sean’s pants.

Sitting with Karen tended to comfort Arthur more than it should have, but right now her presence only made it worse. Her husband was out there with you and yet she wasn’t worried. She sat idly sewing like death couldn’t come to her man at any time. Arthur knew all too well how death could sneak up on a person. Especially you, who have had at least a dozen near-death experiences this year alone, and dozens more in the years before that, and that's with Arthur around to try and keep you breathing, he doesn't like to think about the shit you’d gotten yourself into before you met. Some of your little stories, stories you told so casually, made him sick at best and unbearable angry at most. You were everything to him and to think of what people had done to you made his blood boil beneath his skin.

“Look there, it's Sean, Y/n shouldn't be too far behind.”

Looking up, Arthur watched Sean nearly fall off his horse, leaving his lead untied, then bolting straight towards Arthur.

“They got him!” Sean shouted as he ran through camp, “Those fuckers got Y/n!”

Arthur was on his feet faster than he could process, grabbing Sean by the collar, forcing the frantic, fidgety man to stay still- at least a little so he could explain himself.

“Who has him?” he asked through clenched teeth, he knew he shouldn't be mad at Sean but he was. Whatever happened, they were supposed to be watching each other.

He felt Karen's hand on his shoulder but paid it no mind.

“We were just riding around, found some O’driscal camp out North. I swear I didn't mean to leave him, but we were surrounded and I thought he’d get out on his own-”

“You left him?!”

“I heard a horse bolt and I thought he was on it-”

“Bullshit, you're a goddamn coward, Sean-”

“Arthur!” Karen shouted from behind him.

Arthur's grip on Sean loosed enough for Karen to drag him away, muttering comforting words to him.

Arthur was out of camp in less than a minute, pushing his horse to the limit, blowing past trees, towns, and other riders until he came across your horse, standing in the middle of the road, dried blood covering its left side.

He breathed out slowly, hopping off his horse, taking slow, careful steps towards the spooked thing, hesitating for a moment before petting him.

“That's it..” he muttered, listening to the horse whiny, “I know, I know. I'll find him..”

Arthur caught a glimpse of something moving out of the corner of his eye, just beyond the tree line. He took the lead of your horse and guided him off the road, carefully watching the barely hidden man. The only thing keeping Arthur from seeing him was the shadow cast by the trees and the rapidly falling sun.

With his hand hovering over his pistol, he gave your horse one last look before a sudden shiny glint caught his attention. He didn't think, whipping his pistol from its leather holder and firing, watching the glint disappear and the shadowy figure falls back.

Letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding, he walked forward into the treeline, glancing down at the body, and the gun in its hand, then stepping over it.

~~~~~~~~~

Your own senseless muttering was the only thing keeping you awake, pain searing across every part of your body, blood pooling beneath you, dripping from your wounds, down to your feet, and into the waiting puddle below. The quiet dripping of your blood had become too soothing, too rhythmic- in your exhausted form it had begun lulling you to sleep.

You knew you couldn’t, you weren’t stupid enough to let that happen. You’ve seen guys twice your size with wounds yards milder than yours take little naps and never wake up. You weren’t going to risk it.

You blinked in the darkness, you’re husband will be here soon. Sean rode out like his ass was on fire, camp was only a couple of miles away, Arthur will ride in here, ready to blow the whole damn camp- and every O’Driscoll he sees- sky high. You laughed at the thought, wincing when the slight move aggravated every open wound, as well as the robe burns around your wrist.

The door behind you slammed open, the pitch-black room was suddenly flooded with the warm, mid-day sunlight.

Heavy footsteps thudded behind you, getting louder and louder as they came towards you. Without warning, your hair is pulled back, your scalp flared with pain, but subsides quickly. You locked eyes with the man, tall and pale, yet so strong, as you had learned over the past few hours.

“How many times do I have to tell you to shut up?” he growled, a forced glare on his face.

You opened your mouth to respond, something hurtful and defiant, just as all of your other words had been. But you couldn’t, your throat was dry, and the bruise on your cheek was sweltering. So you just stared at the man.

There was a sudden thud from outside, then another, and another.

You blinked hard, the tall man let go of you, hand on his holster, creeping towards the door. He peaked around the door, glanced at you with that same forced glare, then back out the door. When breathed in deeply, then jumped into the doorway, whipping his gun out as fast as he could. It was in his hand maybe half a second before he was shot at least four times, falling back when the first two hit him square in the face, the other two must have just been for fun, once in the neck, then in the chest.

Unnecessary, rageful- more thuds came from outside, shouting, screaming, gunshot. You closed your eyes, letting your head hang low, finally relaxing your strained neck. You were being rescued.

~~~~~~~~~

The O’Driscoll camp wasn't hard to find, from afar, it looked normal, a couple of guys sat in an unhorsed wagon, drinking, and laughing, a couple more were cooking around a fire. Two were standing guard outside the door of a shack, the only permanent building in the camp, all holding guns. Every last member of the O’Driscoll camp.

Arthur breathed out, he wanted to think this out, he wanted to be reasonable, he wanted to sneak you out the back, a quiet escape. But it was too peaceful here, they were having too nice of a day and you were somewhere, hurt- or…worse- and they didn't care or better yet they were happy about it. About your pain.

Arthur checked his gun, then his knife, it's all he needed.

Then, he charged.

The first man to notice him didn't even get to get a word out before being met with a bullet, the next four followed the same fate. The last man from around the fire made a perfect hostage. Young, the whole crew jumped when he was grabbed. Arthur held a gun to his head, one arm around his throat, glaring at the others as they closed in around him.

“Let ‘im go!” one of the men shouted, gun trained on Arthur.

He wouldn't shoot, it was too close of a shot.

“I'm only gonna ask once,” Arthur yelled, the man shrunk away from him, “Where is y/n!”

Silence.

Arthur pulled the hammer of his gun back.

“We don't know no ‘y/n’, whoever the hell he is, he ain't here!” the same man as before shouted.

Arthur blinked, then pulled the trigger. The man hung limply in his grip for a second before he let him crumble to the floor. A bullet flew past Arthur's ear a second later.

Somebody here is fast- a shame he can't aim.

Arthur shot the five men down before anymore could pull their guns.

The camp erupted into a mix of shouting orders, and screams of pain as Arthur made his way through the camp. His gun was holstered in exchange for a knife and his bare fist.

Another man, also young with dark hair, watched with wide horrified eyes as Arthur practically tore a man open with his knife, then set his sights on him. Running didn't work, he didn't get very far. Jerked back by the back of his collar, turned around with so much force his legs gave up on coordination and ended up in a heap. Arthur held him by his rumpled, red shirt.

“Where is he?!” Arthur said through gritted teeth, his voice deep and guttural, panting from the force he'd used on every man in this camp who stood in very similar positions to the man he was holding right now.

“The shack-” the man nearly cried, choking on his own breath, “it’s-it’s where we keep our meat.”

Arthur shoved the man to the floor, his back hitting the ground with enough force to crack it.

In the short moment he had- he could hear more members of the camp coming- he reloaded his gun.

Two O’Driscolls came from behind a large tent. Arthur got them in one shot, straight through both mens chests, they collapsed on top of each other in a soon-to-be rotting heap.

The rush of O’Driscoll’s was brought to a quick and brutal end. The last line of defense for the meat shack- for you- was a tall, pale man.

With bullets to spare, Arthur emptied the barrel of his gun into the man, storming into the shack. It was dark, the soft light the sun provided wasn't enough, old wood creaking beneath his boots as he took slow, careful steps inside. Vague figures, six, hanging from the ceiling.

Even in the dark, he recognized you immediately. His heart sank as you hung there, unmoving.

A sudden deep breath broke the silence, then a groan. You shifted slightly against the rope around your wrist, muttering something as you did.

Holstering his gun, he sped over to you, putting both hands on your face, and even in the impossibly low light he could still see your eyes staring straight into his.

Cutting you down and carrying you out was a blur, he didn't look at you, your body, he didn't think he could, not with how he was now. He knew you were hurt, you'd hissed painfully when he picked you up, and despite his attempts to keep his eyes off of you, he could see that your shirt, at the very least, was torn and stained with blood.

He felt like he was burning, even with the camp extirpated and you safe in his arms. He still felt a furor building in his chest as he searched for your horses.

Your head rested against his chest, eyes just barely open, vision entirely blurred.

Unaware of your surroundings, you let Arthur’s familiar presence take you over. Listening to his ragged breath and pounding heart.

You don't remember being brought to camp or dozing off, but you felt better, your arms felt lighter and your head had stopped spinning, you could feel bandages on your shoulder, stomach, and leg. You blinked, looking down at yourself, your clothes had been changed, they were mismatched but comfortable. Resting your head back against the cot, glancing around the little camp Arthur had set up.

Kneeling by the fire, swearing under his breath as he stared into the hanging pot.

Pushing yourself up, you realized how sore your wrists still were, but you pushed passed it. Finding your barrings, you walked over to him, feeling dirt and twigs crunch under your boots. Arthur, staring so deeply into the pot, so frustrated with everything and everyone, did not hear you coming.

You sat behind him, wrapping your arms around him, squeezing him tight, feeling his warmth envelope your aching body.

“Hey, Hon..” you muttered into his neck, your throat was a little sore, you realized.

His hand found yours quickly, but they lingered on your wrist, over what would soon be scars. You breathed deeply, setting your head on his shoulder.

“Rope burn ‘s no joke”

You heard him breathe out.

“I was so…” he started, trying to find the word.

Enraged, pissed, livid, angry-

“..scared. With Sean riding into camp the way he did I couldn't help but think the worst.”

Sighing, you moved carefully to sit next to him. Your bruises ached, your cuts and gashed burned, and the bullet wound in your shoulder felt like hell, but you smiled.

“You know I'm not going anywhere, not without you. If I'm going to hell you bet your ass I'm taking you with me.”

Hd smiled softly, “I know, I know,”

Stirring the pot a bit, he said “Food’s not gonna be done for a while.”

“How long?”

“‘Bout an hour.”

You hummed, leaning your head on his shoulder, a moment passed, you pressed a kiss into the leather of his coat, another moment passed, you kissed his neck, right under his jaw. You felt him shift his head to the side.

A few more moments and a few more kisses later he pulled away. He was already hesitant to reciprocate, he'd seen the extent of your injuries when he was cleaning you up, it was a hard sight to see. So many cuts and bruises that no matter how hard he tried he couldn't keep track of them all.

The second he reciprocated, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him, kissing you slowly, his hand curling around your hip- he pulled away when a small, pained noise left your throat.

Guilt immediately flooded Arthur, his heart clenching, then dropping into his stomach when you moved your pants down to reveal a deep purple bruise. Still fresh and no doubt painful.

He mumbled your name as you checked out the bruise, then fixed your pants, looking back up at Arthur like nothing had happened.

“I’m okay,” you said, your mood clearly not phased the way Arthur’s was.

“I’m sorry..”

You hummed, getting close and leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Don’t be.”

“You know I can't help it..”

You pressed a short kiss into the crook of his neck.

“Then make it up to me.”

It was a well known fact that Arthur was wrapped around your finger, you knew it, he knew it, and all your friends at camp knew it. So it didn't take much begging, despite his better judgment.

His brain was screaming at him- you were hurt, covered in bruises. Sex would not make you better, it would actually make you worse.

Yet here he was, kneeling on the cot with you laying in front of him, a relaxed smile on your face as he popped each button on you pants open. You spread your legs, hanging them over Arthur’s hips. He hesitated.

Your hands found his in a moment, pulling them up to your lips and kissing from his wrist all the way up to the tips of his fingers. He sat there silently admiring you, every touch of your lips stinging him with a feeling of both guilt and need.

You stopped with a bite, taking the tip of his thumb in your mouth, biting with just a little bit of pressure. Then you kissed it like you had done all the others. It brought to mind a rougher memory, with you at his mercy, with him doing nothing while watching you writhe, pleas falling from your lips rapidly.

He blinked and the memory was gone.

Arthur let out a slow, unsteady breath. Then leaned down, burying his face in your neck, listening to your breath, feeling your pulse, kissing your exposed skin. Hearing the relieved sigh you let out, he began to grasp just how much you wanted him.

With practices ease, he blindly unbuttoned your shirt, moving from marking your neck to marking your exposed chest.

As gently as he could muster, he ran his hands down your sides, feeling the hard, hot bruises that littered your body.

You breathed out as he went farther and farther down, from your neck, to your chest, all the way down to your barely exposed hip. His fingers in two belt loops, slowly tugging your pants lower and lower. He kissed every inch of your skin, and every time he exposed more, he devoured it.

Pulling back to take your pants all the way off, nearly disturbing the now healing cut that went across your thigh. Your already hard cock rested against your stomach. Balling up your pants and setting them to the side. Resisting the urge to run his hands across each scab that had formed on your skin. A deep-seated urge to soothe and comfort, but he knew he couldn't do much more than he already had.

He pressed into you slowly, holding your hip steady in his hands, your thighs flinching several times, bitting down on to your lip as the pain of being stretched open lit every nerve in you body. Letting out a rigid, stuttered breath as he slowly pulled out after a moment of waiting- your hand squeezing his arm, giving him permission to move.

He did, holding your body close to his, reveling in every little whimper and moan, no matter how small. His praise boundless and constant as he thrust into you. You could feel him holding back, you’ve been with Arthur far too long to no know- he’s doing it for your well-being- you probably couldn’t handle more that what he’s giving you now.

Your body clung to Arthur’s as you came, your own shattered breath was the only sound you could hear for a long moment. Slowly releasing Arthur from your crushing grip, you blinked as your vision - which you hardly even realized was skewed- became clear again, and the mildly worried face of your lover came into view.

You couldn't help but smile- not that you wanted to let help it- especially as relief flooded his rigid figure.

“‘You okay?”

You nodded, shutting your eyes for a moment, finding that opening them became harder with every second that passed. You could hear Arthur talking, small mutters to you or to himself, your words only came out as a quiet, incoherent noise. You were exhausted, but quite happy. Even as your body settled and new pains set in with the old ones. You were happy.

#male reader #male!reader #x male reader #male y/n #arthur morgan x male reader #arthur morgan x male!reader #red dead redemption 2 x male reader #red dead redemption 2 x male!reader #red dead redemption 2 #✮ — z boy

[purplelupins]

My Pretty Girl

|The Black Phone|

Albert Shaw(The grabber) x fem!reader

Summery: After getting roped into watching over your older sister at a house party, you come to realise that the uncomfortable situation might be better than you think. Sure it’s not Max’s house like you were told, and sure there’s a house full of people you don’t know, but there’s that nice man with bright blue eyes and a sweet voice that keeps you company. It couldn’t be that bad, right?

MINORS DNI PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

Warnings: Mentions of partying, alcohol, and cocaine, age gap, manipulation, masturbation, daddy kink, filthy thoughts

Note: this was a 7000 word commissioned piece by @trashutjr and if you are interested in requesting a commission, you can tap on the link

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A phone call was how it all began.

A shrill ring of the teal phone in your kitchen made you pause your dinner. A part of you already knew who it was, but you optimistically hoped your intuition was wrong.

With your sunny thoughts dwindling quickly as you walked to the kitchen, you picked up the receiver and held it to your ear before uttering a gentle, “Hello, this is y/n speaking.” Always such a polite voice.

“Hey lollipop!” The voice of your older sister, Ellen, came through the phone, and your shoulders dropped slightly. Your intuition had been right, and while you usually praised yourself for it, tonight you cursed it. Mentally wishing it away.

It wasn’t that you disliked your elder sister, you got along surprisingly well; it was that over the past few years, the only time you received a call from her was because she needed something…usually with no intention of returning the favour. She already had a running tab with you, and a list of ‘I owe you’s a mile long, but family was family.

Plus, she only called you Lollipop when it was a favour she knew you wouldn’t like to partake in. The last time that sickly sweet name and tone came through to your ear, it had ended with you getting an elbow to the cheek from your heavily intoxicated sister’s friend, Karen, and you driving the two of them to Ellen’s little apartment outside the city. Herding them up the building’s dingy stairs was a whole other story.

“Hi Ellie…” you replied softly, half hoping she just needed directions to a bar.

A relieved breath came from the other end of the phone, “I know this is last minute…but you’re free tonight around 5, right?”She asked hopefully.

Ah. You closed your eyes and sucked in a breath, “Yep. Was just about to eat dinner.” Indeed your dinner was staring at you like the boneless girl you were when it came to Ellen.

Ellen laughed, “It’s 4 o’clock! You’re such an old lady sometimes…” that stung a little, “Listen, I know you don’t have a lot going on so I thought I’d take you to a friends tonight for some drinks and hanging out. You’ll come right?”

Which translated to: I’m going to get drunk and high and I need you to drive me home, so come be the sober one.

You felt the ‘No’ on your tongue, but it wouldn’t come out. If anything happened to her, you knew you would never let it go.

“Sure. What’s the address?” You asked, “Do they have any animals?” After going to enough of Ellen’s parties, it became habit to sit with the cat or dog that the stranger owned. You liked to bring treats, just in case.

“Um, one sec-“ she turned away from the phone and you could hear mumbling, “Hey, yeah he has a dog. It’s at 7742 south Irving St. I’ll see you there!” She blew you a kiss through the phone, and hung up before you could ask anything else. Your stomach already felt uneasy at the thought that this was a man’s house you were going to, but you pushed it aside.

It was a warm evening, and while you truly did not want to be out, a slow grin made its way onto your face; the fresh air enveloped you like gentle, warm fingers. You hopped on your bike, and pedalled off in the direction of the house, dog treats and a water bottle tucked in your bag.

Before long, the two story houses on the edge of the city turned into one stories, and you turned from East Anderson road to South Irving. You began counting the addresses, slowing your pace until you saw 7740, and stopped at the simple brick house beside it. Sure enough, your sister’s car and a couple others were outside,

With a deep breath, you walked your bike up the driveway, and leaned it against the side of the house before you knocked on the door tentatively. You could already hear loud voices inside, and you cringed.

Before you could back out, the door swung open to reveal a man in his mid to late thirties and a light blue dress shirt, and a thick moustache. He regarded you for a moment, and it only took you a moment to see his dilated pupils a a little bit of white powder caught in his nostril. “Hey, what can I do-“

“Lollipop?” You heard Ellen call from inside- a slight slur to her voice.

Then a look of recognition washed over the man’s face, “Oh you’re Ellen’s baby sister, come on in. Wish my name was Lollipop.” He said happily.

You tried to return his easy smile, but it likely came out as a tight line instead, “Thank you. I’m y/n…” you said as you walked inside, “Ellie just calls me that sometimes…”

He nodded enthusiastically and you looked around the modest home as the smell of cigarettes and alcohol wrapped around you. It was a mess. Littering the coffee table and floor where beer and brandy bottles, along with some bowls of chips and…were those dog treats? But what drew your attention the most was the almost violent array of clippings pinned to a cork board on the wall. Your brows pinched in the middle when you tried to take a look, and you noticed photos of the missing boys.

You felt a twist in your gut when you realised this was some conspiracy party…and even as you listened to the conversations being had, your thoughts were confirmed.

What have you gotten into now, El…

From her place on the couch, you heard Ellen call your name, and you slowly looked over at her with a small smile; she returned it with one far larger and dazed. Everyone you saw her like that, you wished she ran with a better crowd, a sober one at least. Though you figured that after living a life with an alcoholic barely-there father, one of you would turn out on the bad side…it just hurt to see your older sister filling that role.

You waved to her and said a few greetings to the other unfamiliar faces in the room- a total of three women including your sister, and four men. All of them older than you, and all of them not noticing your presence. Not that you dwelled on it. Your attention was soon captured by a large black dog that laid in the corner. The smell of beer instantly went away as soon as you began to walk over to the hound, and you grinned at your new companion.

It picked up its large head, and watched you closely as you crouched down, “Hello you…looks like it’s just us tonight.”

Huge dark eyes stared back at you, and blinked. Taking that as a sign that the dog wouldn’t rip your face off, you sat down beside it, and took your bag in hand. As you were about to ask if it could have treats, your words died in your mouth; the man whose house you were in was very animatedly explaining some wild theory of his, and all eyes were either on him or a tempting body part of another man or woman. You prayed to god that this wouldn’t turn into a cocaine orgy.

You sighed and just hoped for the best as you fished out the the baggie- surly the dog had no allergies. Instantly, the dog’s eyes perked up and it’s head rose again in acknowledgement of the goodies.

“That’s Sampson, he’s a big sap…might not let you go if you give him treats!” The man called over to you as he took a swig from his beer.

You still didn’t know his name. You knew his dog’s, but not his. Regardless, you nodded and laughed gently as your attention returned to the massive dog. “Well Sampson, I would just take you home with me if my landlady allowed it. Guess I’ll just have to keep you in my pocket.” You cooed to him as you held out two treats, which he ate greedily. You wondered when the last time he had been fed was.

A half hour passed, and you were slouched comfortably in front of Sampson, trying to get him to catch a treat from high in the air. He wasn’t amused. You were happy for the distraction, especially since the last time you had looked up, your sister had one of the male attendees’ tongues down her throat.

It wasn’t that you were a prude or judging her, but something about seeing your sibling making out with someone made your stomach uncomfortable.

Max -as you had finally come to hear him referred to as- was still very animatedly talking about various topics that you had completely lost track of when the front door swung open, and for the first time, you saw him stop talking. From your standpoint, you didn’t see who had opened the door, but from the look of recognition on Max’s face, this wasn’t good or expected.

“Max what the fucking hell is this?”

Another man stepped through the door; he was taller than Max, and clearly older. He slammed the door shut, which made you jump, and your nerves were set on high.

“Hey Al…just some friends I invited over, no biggie.” Max tried to sooth the older man -Al- but it seemed to have the opposite effect.

“Oh I see. A little get together?” He mocked, “I let you crash here for a month, Max. You make a mess of my- is that…Christ clean that shit up.” You saw the older man catch a glimpse of the cocaine still on the coffee table.

You felt sick.

This wasn’t even Max’s house. You almost wanted to shout to the man that you were sorry and just bolt, but then you remembered the tether that kept you there. Ellen. And she barely looked awake.

Max pulled Al into the kitchen, and you watched anxiously as they continued their heated exchange.

“Listen Albert I’ll make it up to you okay, I got this interview comin’ up and I’m sure I’ll get it-“

But Albert shook his head in disappointment, “I don’t want your money, I want my house back. With none of that shit everywhere.” He gestured pointedly to the coffee table.

That was all you could hear until Max clasped his hands in front of him and seemed to reason with the older man.

From what you could gather, Albert was too tired for the younger man’s antics, and gave him twenty minutes before everyone had to be out. You didn’t blame him. Hell you only blamed yourself for not asking more questions about this gathering.

Sampson watched the conversation as closely as you, and you wondered if he was even Max’s dog. You doubted it. So you sunk deeper into your seated position, and heaved a sigh as your hand stroked the hound’s fur.

Albert took several long deep breaths as he wrenched the fridge open and grabbed one of the last of Max’s shitty beers. It wasn’t like he drank much, but after a long day at work, and now this, he needed something to take the edge off. He cast an irritated eye around his once very orderly home, and was about to roll that watchful gaze at the sight of the idiotic smatter of articles Max had taped up when something stopped him.

Someone.

For a moment, he stared; raised the cold drink to his lips, and watched. A young woman was curled up next to that mutt that was supposed to intimidate, and he watched as you held a fearless hand out with a little treat on it for Sampson to devour.

Albert’s eye twitched. You were young. Very young. And definitely sober. Your movements weren’t sluggish, and there were no bottles near you aside from-

Oh what a diligent little girl…

Aside from the water bottle sitting by your bare thigh.

You were pretty- very pretty. Your hair was a little untamed and he wondered if that bicycle was yours. Judging by the light muscles in your legs, it was definitely yours. Albert drank again. You wore a little sundress that was bunched up and wrinkled around your legs, and a cardigan that looked too big for you.

A-fucking-dorable. Absolutely adorable.

And was that a damn ribbon in her hair? Wrapped up like a little present just for me? How considerate.

Albert sighed, and quickly made a list of what would be needed to perfect an interaction with you. He saw your eyes flicker nervously to him a when you thought he wasn’t looking…once, twice, three times…Come on little bunny look at me one more time- ah. There you go. Good girl.

But as much as he wanted to stride over to you and drag you to his room or basement by your hair, he decided on a different approach. One that felt very much like torture, but it would at the very least distract him from wanting to throttle his brother. So, the older man sucked in an irritated breath and walked briskly past the gathering, past you and Sampson -though he didn’t miss how his foot brushed against your toes- and went to his room. He shed his work shirt, and ran a hand through his hair as he contemplated his next move. Albert knew you had watched him as he walked down the hall, so you acknowledged his presence and you were attentive. As he stood there he even let himself imagine that you followed him to his room and begged for his forgiveness-

Fuck.

The older man looked down at his pants, and saw his cock twitching as it strained against the fabric. Closing his eyes, one arm braced against the wall, he palmed himself and imagined it was your little hand stroking him instead.

It took thirty seconds for him to spatter cum inside his pants.

Albert gasped to settle his breathing, and twitching limbs as his sensitive cock shifted in his ruined pants. He wanted you. Badly. With that thought in mind, the older man made quick work of stripping himself, and changing into fresh clothes before he grabbed his beer and slowly walked back to the living room with a practiced air of distain and irritation.

Again he had to pass you to get into the living room, and ‘accidentally’ brushed your foot a little harder this time; he murmured a quiet “Sorry” but paid it no mind as he plopped himself down in one of the chairs- conveniently close to you. He didn’t even look at you- he wanted to see if you actually cared-

“E-excuse me?”

You had watched the man walk off with a tight jaw, and return about ten minutes later in fresh clothes. It was like a blow to your gut when you imagined how tired he must be; probably returning home from work only to find this. His voice was soft when he had apologised for bumping into you the second time, but if you were honest, his apology only made you feel worse when you should be the one apologising. Hell you shouldn’t even be there.

So in favour of repairing the brittle status-quo, you shifted on your knees away from your furry friend, and moved a little closer to the man as he stared at the articles pinned to the wall. You spoke gently to get his attention and you saw him cast you a slow look of indifference.

His gaze pinned you to the spot, but you tried to not get struck by his sharp blue eyes, and forced some clumsy words from your mouth, “A-Albert, right? Um…I didn’t know- that is…uh…I’m really sorry about all this. I didn’t know this wasn’t Max’s house…I can’t…” you sighed, “I’m just so sorry.”

Well that was a mess.

But Albert relished your nerves. You should be nervous. It was a blessing the basement was empty or who knows if Max’s little party might have found his newest guest…and then he wouldn’t be able to play with you.

Albert watched you, and took another drink before looking away and nodding to his brother, “You’re a friend of Max’s?” He asked you.

Your eyes widened and you shook your head defensively, “Me? No. No I’m the designated driver so to speak…I’m Ellen’s little sister.” You pointed to your inebriated sibling, “Sort of got roped into coming. If I had it my way I would be laying on the couch with some ice cream.”

He eyed Ellen for a moment in distain, then looked back to you. Beautiful little you.

Albert cocked a brow, “Your daddy lets her run around town like that?” He asked chidingly towards your sibling in her intoxicated state, and he watched an array of emotions flicker over your face at his question. Interesting.

“N…no. Well, he’s not really in the picture.” You sighed and absently rubbed Sampson, which caught Albert’s eye. It was odd to see the dog so…docile.

“He doesn’t usually like strangers.” He murmured as he shifted to look down at you a little better now. His interest was growing the more you knelt beside him.

Pretty.

Young.

Sweet.

Open.

Attentive.

Naive.

Malleable

A little laugh bubbled out of you, “Well I think I might have bribed him a little,” you took out your almost empty baggie of snacks, “I hope that’s okay…this isn’t my first time being in a strangers house to watch over my sister and ending up sitting with the house dog or cat. Thought it might be nice.” You rambled on.

Albert squeezed his drink -wishing it was your throat- and grinned, “Can’t complain. The old man could use some company.” Not the only one.

You laughed again. He liked that sound. He wondered what you would sound like whimpering as he-

“Yea, Max joked that if I was too nice to him he wouldn’t let me leave.” You smiled easily and looked back down at the black dog that rested near you.

Albert almost laughed at your words. Sampson wasn’t the only old dog that would rather keep you to himself.

She’d probably look pretty in chains…

“That’s true. He’s very…territorial.” The older man said, and smirked as he gazed down at your sweet form. If he turned his head just right he could see down your dress…fuck…no bra? Albert already felt himself twitch in his pants again.

He wondered if you wore any panties.

Albert could have come right there again just at the thought.

“Well I think he’s sweet. He’s yours?” You asked, shyly.

He nodded. Now, you were looking up at him with undivided attention, just like he wanted. Some charm and garnered sympathy was all it took, too.

Whether it was because you felt terrible and wanted to make him feel a part of the gathering or something else, you weren’t sure. But you knew he had beautiful eyes and a nice voice, so you happily payed attention to the sweet man.

You shifted a little closer and leaned up onto your heels to place your arms on the side of Albert’s chair, “By the way, I’m y/n-“

“Lollipop, there you are!” Ellen yelled far too loudly when she remembered you existed.

Albert watched you squeeze your eyes shut.

Lollipop? Christ please tell me that’s her nickname for a reason because I’d give her something to suck on…

You sighed and slowly opened your eyes to look over at your sister who was smiling at you, and you grimaced as she munched on a dog treat. “Hi Ellie.” You replied, hoping she wouldn’t get all lovey-dovey now that she was inebriated.

“Why’re you over there? Come sit with us!” She slurred and waved you over enthusiastically.

Albert watched you closely, almost wanting to speak up for you to tell her you were staying right there perched by him. But evidently, he didn’t need to.

“I’m okay over here…Albert’s keeping me company.” you said, and unconsciously patted his arm. Albert almost jumped at the feeling. It seemed your refusal was enough for her, as she turned away and shrugged, leaning into the man next to her. Then you looked back at Albert and found his focus on you already, “I…I hope you don’t mind. I’m not much of one for…those sorts of things…”

A relieved sigh left you when you saw a look of understanding on the older man’s face, “Are you sure you’re the younger one?” He teased you in a quiet voice, finishing his beer, and spreading his legs.

You nodded and rolled your eyes at the question you had heard a million times.

“Positive…plus…” you beckoned him a little closer and he relented instantly, “I think it’s worth saying that one of those bowls of chips are actually Sampson’s milk bones…and while I like to try new foods, I’m a little sceptical…” you said with a cheeky laugh, which only continued when Albert’s eyes widened and his head whipped around to inspect the dishes.

“For fucksake…” he whispered under his breath, and when he turned back to you, your hand was covering your mouth as you hid your laughter. But it faded and that remorseful look came back to you when you remembered this was his home.

“I’m really sorry about all this…” you whispered, but then noticed just how close you and Albert had become and sucked in a breath. He was less than a foot away, and his breath fanned across your cheeks; you were a little dazed, and noted how soft his hair looked.

He smirked, and shook his head, “You didn’t do this…and besides, it seems having an idiot for a younger brother payed off since I get to talk with a pretty little thing like you, hm?” Albert perched his chin in his palm and gazed at you, now only a few inches away.

Your words died on your tongue.

“Well…I…um. Wait you’re brothers?” You asked, trying to find a single coherent thought.

He breathed out a laugh and nodded, “Yes ma’am, Max over there is my baby brother if you can believe it…”

You looked over at the mentioned man, and shrugged, “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but intoxication makes you age faster…so if I’m honest I would have guessed you were the same age.” You said softly, a heat rising to your cheeks when you saw the small grin on Albert’s lips.

He has nice lips…

“Now you’re just flattering me.” He murmured, still gazing at you from his perch.

Your cheeks burned. “N-no it’s true! I mean Max isn’t bad looking but…you’re-“ again, your words wouldn’t come out. Especially not now with yourself halfway to severe embarrassment. When you realized how forward you were being, you sank down onto your calves, now having to crane your head to look up at Albert if you did have the courage to do so, but in that moment, you didn’t.

And Albert was having none of that. He clicked his tongue in a tsk, which instantly made you look up.

So responsive.

“I’m what, sweetheart?” He cooed to you.

Come on my pretty girl…tell me.

You couldn’t help it. Your heart leapt in your chest at the pet name.

Deciding to take things a step further, he reached out with his free hand, and brushed some hair away from your face and tucked it behind your ear, “Hmm? What am I?” How far can I push you?

Your eyes fluttered at his touch, but you quickly snapped out of it and blinked, “Well you’re… handsome. Definitely.” You murmured, and looked away to try and seem aloof, even though you were far from it. His hand was huge and warm against your cheek as it engulfed it.

“That’s sweet of you to say, y/n.” He whispered and drew his hand away, which you missed instantly. “Why does she call you lollipop?” The question had been sitting on his silver tongue for six minutes. He needed to know.

Your cheeks burned even more and you moved some of your wayward hair away from your ear, “O-oh. Um…they were my favourite candy when I was a kid. Still love them and I get made fun of for it because they’re childish.”

Talented tongue then.

Albert nodded, “Well that’s not very nice.” He said with a little pout that made your eyes flick to his lips again.

“Well people aren’t always very nice.” You whispered, the weight of your words all too heavy.

Your breath fanned across Albert’s face and he had to keep himself from inhaling deeply.

“Do you think I’m nice, sweetie?” He murmured, tilting his head to the side. You had come closer again, though you didn’t even realise it.

You nodded, “Uh-huh.”

“I think you’re nice too.” Came his whisper that make your pulse quicken and a heat stir in your belly-

“Looollliiii!”

Both you and Albert blinked and turned towards the sound of your sister. Usually her sing-songy voice calling your name would set you at east to get out of the house as soon as possible, but this time, you didn’t want to go. You cursed her timing too.

“Let’s gooo!” She hopped on the spot where she stood, and nodded to the door.

Not in the mood to fight, you slowly stood, and found that Albert did too. He had his arms crossed, and you had to fight with yourself to not stare at his arms.

“It was uh…really nice meeting you, Albert.” You said with a shy smile; the older man was barely a foot away, but you didn’t move. Even when he grasped your chin and tilted your face up to his, you just stared back at him with your cheeks ablaze.

“I hope I’ll see you again soon, sweetie.” He murmured and stroked your chin.

“Come oon!” Ellen wailed from outside.

You sighed and shook your head, “I am sorry again for this mess…take the rest of these for Sampson…I think he might need some new snacks after tonight.” You smiled and bit your inner lip to keep from laughing.

But Albert didn’t smile back. If he did, he might not have restrained himself from leaning down to bite that lip or suck it until you were begging him for more. But he managed to keep his cold eyes gentle, at least long enough to fool you into thinking he was harmless. “Don’t let the bedbugs bite, bunny.”

Don’t let the bedbugs bite, bunny.

His words ran rampant in your mind as you drove your sister and a friend to her apartment. Even when you hauled your bike out of the truck and pedalled home, you didn’t notice the black van that followed you from afar as you remembered how his hand felt on your cheek and chin.

You didn’t even remember getting into your apartment or into bed, but what you did know was that tomorrow was Saturday, and your day off, and that you were going to go back to that house and apologize.

That poor man deserved that at least. Perhaps some fresh cookies…

When the warm morning sun shone through your window onto your face, you took a long breath to calm yourself. There was something about that man that made you nervous…but nervous wasn’t the right word. Something akin to nerves but so much warmer. Balancing the plate wasn’t an option with your bike, so you decided a long walk and bus ride would have to suffice.

You checked your watch for the fifth time once you got off the bus, even though you didn’t have an appointment. It felt like you did though, especially with how much your hands were trembling and your heart was beating frantically. South Irving st. ha d never seemed so long and so short at the same time. Once you passed 7735, it seemed the houses jumped right to 7742, and you were confronted with the brick house you had pulled your sister from just ten hours ago.

With a long, deep breath and a twisted gut, you walked up the path, and to the front door. You knocked before you could back out, but then your logical brain kicked in and you realized you didn’t even know if he would be home.

But you couldn’t dwell on your possible mistake for too long, as the door in-front of you swung open, and you were greeted with those same blue eyes that had plagued you all night.

“Well, what do we have here?” His shocked expression melted into one of mischief; you didn’t need to know it was actually self satisfaction.

What a good girl…coming back to me so soon.

Your cheeks were instantly scorched, but you tried to keep yourself calm, “Hi Albert…um, I just felt so bad about last night and I doubt Max helped you clean up…so I made you some cookies this morning,” you held up the plate, not able to meet his eyes, “A peace offering.”

Albert smirked, and tilted his head at your inability to look at him.

Just grab her and tie her to the bed…Max isn’t home so make her scream-

“Aren’t you just the sweetest? Come on in., y/n.” He said gently, taking the plate from you and moving aside; but not enough that you could move without brushing against his front to get in. He almost groaned at the feeling of your chest against his as you slipped inside.

Now as you looked around, the house resembled much more of a home than a fraternity house. It was very tidy, and actually very comfortable; you started to wonder if Albert had a girlfriend who helped with the cleaning, because in your experience, most men didn’t clean like that.

But most men weren’t Albert.

You walked into the kitchen behind Albert and watched him place the cookies down. “Would it be terrible if I indulged?” He asked you; the double meaning, however, was lost on you.

“It would be terrible if you didn’t.” You chirped back with an encouraging nod.

Albert felt himself pulse in his pants; imagining you saying the same words right before he’d force himself inside you and watch you cry out. He bit into the cookie and moaned, half from the taste, and half from the subtle rock against the counter he did. “Might have to hire you to make these for me all the time.” He joked once he recovered.

“Oh you wouldn’t have to pay me. I’m just happy to give you something yummy! I’m glad I caught you today…wasn’t sure if you’d be home.” You said, not knowing whether to get comfortable or walk to the door.

Albert took another bite lest he ask if you could be the yummy thing you’d give him so willingly; he began walking towards you, and you gathered it was time to go. “I get weekends off, so if you’re ever in the neighbourhood, you know when to find me.” He said. But instead of walking to the door, he sat at the couch, and you took that as an invitation.

As you sat down, you failed to notice how the older man shifted closer to you so once you settled, and successfully invaded your space- after all, it would be rude to move away. You wore another dress that day- a little soft blue one that you didn’t wear too often. Albert took another bite of the cookie, and chewed it thoughtfully, at least that was what you thought. You didn’t need to know that he was thinking of anything he hated to keep himself from coating the inside of his pants with his cum again.

“How did you sleep?” He asked, turning a little to see you better; the last bite of the cookie in his hand.

You bit your inner lip to keep from smiling and blushing. He didn’t need to know that you had woken up with ruined panties, “Oh not bad. Got home late after dropping everyone off.” You shrugged and shifted, but your knee brushed his in the process.

Albert grinned gently, and rested his head in his hand as he braced his elbow against the back of the couch.

“Such a good girl…bet your daddy would be proud of you.” He murmured, watching you so closely. He had said the same word last night, and you had reacted…he was curious if you would again.

Albert soaked you in. How your face glowed and your hands trembled; how you couldn’t look him in the eye.

You’re going to be mine.

Then he blinked, and his voice was light, “I’m so sorry, I’m being rude. Did you want one of those delicious cookies?” He asked as if nothing had happened.

You grinned at his kindness, “Oh, sure. Just a half is okay.” You said, not wanting to take away your gift from him like a greedy child.

Albert returned your grin, but you missed the dilation of his pupils, “Open.” He said, and held the last bit of cookie he held in his hand to your lips, which made your brows pinch in surprise; but before you brain could catch up, you parted your lips and let him place the cookie in your mouth. Albert hummed in satisfaction, and held your chin as you chewed, “Good, isn’t it?” Came his lofty whisper that made your head cloudy.

So fucking obedient

You could only nod slightly.

He could see the dazed expression on your face- Albert might not have been terribly experienced in the art of seduction, but he knew that the girl in his hand was at his disposal.

“You like me, don’t you sweetheart?” Albert purred, leaning closer to you. He was growing greedy.

You finally looked away and shrugged half-heartedly.

“Ah, look at me.” He chided you with a tap to your nose.

You swallowed and your eyes fluttered.

“You like it when I touch you?” He cradled your cheek, drawing small circles by your mouth.

You nodded again.

“Say it.”

“I…I like it when you touch me.” You whispered.

“Yeah?” Then he pulled away and relaxed into the couch, “Do you want to touch me?”

You fought to think. What did he say?

“Yes.” You breathed out, your mind was completely gone.

Albert hummed in satisfaction, and sucked in a breath.

This is going to be fun.

Without a word, he took your hand in his, and brought it to the crotch of his pants where his cock was hardening quickly. He flattened your palm and used it to stroke himself, grinding his hips into your hand, “You feel that? You did this. I was fine until I saw you last night…I fucking came in my pants when I went to change. Thought about fucking you right there in front of my brother and your sister…” he rasped. His predatory eyes were locked onto yours.

You stared at him, not able to move or speak.

“Did you get all wet for me, sweetie? Let daddy check.”

Just like that, your brain shut off.

“Come here,” he cooed, pulling on the hand that he held against himself. You stood up and came to stand between his spread thighs as he continued to stroke himself. He stared at you for a moment, then reached under your dress to pull your panties down and growled when he saw the darkened patch where your cunt had been.

Embarrassment should have frozen you, but like a woman possessed, you placed a hand on his shoulder and stepped out of them. You knew you should be concerned, but your mind was empty. Perhaps it was the shock of the sweet older man -who you had known for a total of 13 hours- now grasping your soaked panties in his hand and raising it to his nose, or maybe you were just naive to fully understand what was happening.

He sucked in a long breath.

“Why didn’t you tell me what a mess you were making, sweet thing?” Albert murmured; you felt his large hand around your arm, and pull you into his lap, “You’ve just been torturing me, you know that? That’s not very nice of you…” he pouted and tilted his head to the side.

Your lips parted, and you fought to think, “I…I’m sor-“

“You’re sorry?” He cut you off, “Is coming back to my house in a little dress like that…with cookies and soaked panties with no intention of letting me have a taste…sound sorry to you?” Albert mocked you.

A taste? But the cookies were for him-

“I’m not talking about those cookies.” His eyes seemed to grow predatory the longer he stared, and it wasn’t until the fabric of your panties brushed against your thigh that you noticed he was rubbing them against his pants to stroke his cock. “I’m talking about that cunt between your thighs that I could smell as soon as I opened the fucking door.”

Gone was the lofty, gentle voice you had heard before. Now all you could hear was a low growl that settled into your bones.

Your mouth dropped open as you listened to those depraved words leave his lips. Never in a million years did you think that he would be relaying such filth to you, and you certainly didn’t think you would listen, but there you were.

“Come on, where’s that pretty voice of yours?” He rasped, slipping his free hand into your hair before grasping it painfully, “Answer me.” He snapped.

You jumped in fright and fought to find your words, “I-I just…”

“You just? You’ve gone all silly, hm?” Albert soaked up your embarrassment, and rocked into his palm, “Or maybe you just want me to touch you?” His hand in your hair released you, and slipped down to your thighs where he paused, “Lift your dress up for daddy, sweetie.”

He saw your jaw drop sweetly at the title he gave himself.

So she likes that? What a filthy little thing…

You let out a shuttered breath, and moved your shaking hands to the hem of your dress.

“That’s it…” he encouraged you.

You pulled the hem up over your thighs and bunched it around your waist so you were completely exposed to him.

Albert sighed out a gravelly breath that sent a shiver down your spine; before you could blush from his heavy gaze, his hand was back in your hair, and those lips you had admired were against yours. You gasped in surprise, and put your hands on his chest as if to push him away, but that sweet taste was still on his tongue and it slipped into your mouth, and you were helpless. Albert groaned at the feeling of your body relaxing, and smirked to himself when he felt your little hands gripping his shirt.

His hand left his pants, and opted to wrap it around your waist to hold you tight against his body as he stood with you wrapped around him. You gasped and accidentally bit his lip, tasting blood; you pulled away and began to stutter out a meek apology but Albert said nothing as he strode to his room, and threw you harshly onto the bed.

You stared up at him, not even caring that your dress was flipped up for him to see your -shamefully- glistening thighs; he was ripping his shirt off in a flash and crawling over you before you could take a proper breath.

“A-Albert-“

“Shut up, sweetie. Let daddy make you feel good.” He rasped, pulling on your legs to shift you closer to him. The older man bunched up your dress around your waist, and pressed a harsh kiss to your navel before he was nipping at your thighs. Then, again, he paused and reached up to his lip and dabbed it before looking down at his finger.

Blood.

Your eyes went wide when you saw that his lip was definitely bleeding, but they only widened when you saw his breathing grow heavier.

“Now look at what you did. Say you’re sorry, bunny.” He murmured in a strangely sweet but stern tone.

You felt so tiny.

You couldn’t breathe.

He smacked your thigh. “Say it!”

“I-I’m sorry.” You whispered.

“You’re sorry…?”

“I’m sorry, daddy.” Your voice was a shell of what it usually was. Your brain was so busy playing catch up, that you could barely even register the words in your mouth.

Albert closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

“That’s my good girl. See isn’t that easy?” He cooed, kissing where he had slapped.

You nodded and sucked in a breath at the feeling of his lips on your thigh, moving higher. The sensations were too much, and had you squirming to try and alleviate the intense sensations. But Albert only grinned and chuckled as he skipped the rest of your leg and planted a open kiss right on your clit.

A loud whimper echoed through the house, and it took you a moment to realise it was coming from you.

“Did that feel good, bunny?” You heard Albert ask from between your soft thighs as he did it again, “You like my mouth on your little pussy? I bet you do.” He kissed you again, but this time he sucked your clit into his mouth. Hard.

You cried out and tried to wriggle out of his grip, but Albert had his hands and arms around your hips, pinning you there for him to use you as he pleased.

“Ah, ah…hold still.” He bit your thigh, then returned to your soaked entrance, this time slipping his tongue inside you. Your eyes rolled back, and you arched your back; he ground himself into the mattress at the sound of you mewling so prettily for him. Albert returned to your clit, and sucked on it slowly. It had been years since he had done anything like it, but he caught up quickly with what made you rock into his mouth for more. He could feel you start to tense as your pleasure built up; your hands found their way into his hair and your attempts to hump his face were adorably pathetic.

“I- I…p-please I’m-“ you stuttered.

“That’s it, you’re gonna come?” He mocked you, slipping a thick finger inside you and stroking against your sensitive spot, “You’re gonna come when I get to 1, okay?”

You nodded helplessly, right on the edge.

“5.” He sucked at your clit, and you screamed.

“4.” He slipped his tongue inside you along his finger.

“3.” He slipped another finger inside you, and you felt tears running down your cheeks from trying to hold back.

“2…” he sucked at the skin of your thigh-

Then he pulled away completely. Nothing touching you.

You bolted up, eyes wide and teary.

What-

“You didn’t think I’d let you come that easy did you?” He tilted his head to the side all innocently, and rose up onto his knees.

You must have looked like a kicked puppy judging by how he chuckled mercilessly at you, “Now why don’t you take off that little dress and sit pretty for me.” His voice was ragged as he crawled next to you and nodded down by his feet.

With your eyes glued to his, you slowly lifted the dress off yourself, and let it fall beside you. In the back of your mind it registered that it was the exact shade of his eyes, and you wondered if you had done that on purpose.

Albert wondered too.

Of course she did.

She’s yours, whether she knows it or not.

Albert grinned wolfishly and blindly began undoing his belt, “You’re going to watch. And if you try anything…well you’ll find out.” He winked down at you, which you answered with a deep blush.

You watched as he unzipped the fly, and the head of his cock was already peaking out from the top of his briefs, eager and weeping pre-cum. His large hand gripped it and pulled the shaft out completely, and you couldn’t help but let your jaw drop open.

“What’s wrong bunny? Too big?” He murmured like he cared.

You didn’t say anything, only staring. Then Albert began to stroke himself, his hips bucking up into his hand after keeping himself on the edge for so long. You watched, feeling your pussy clench around nothing at the sight of the older man’s cock.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his free hand go to his pocket and pull something out; you let out a whimper when you saw it was your panties that he was now wrapping around his shaft as he pumped.

He eased his thumb over the head, and hissed at the sensation. Albert took in your sweet, desperate little form and how your hands were clenching so tightly to refrain from reaching out.

Such a good fucking girl.

“You want this don’t you?” He rasped, gripping his cock tighter to make his point, “I bet you’re making a mess on my clean bed, aren’t you?”

Your breathing came in heavy gasps, and you nodded.

“Get the fuck over here.” He growled. You barely had time to move before he gripped your arm and pulled you onto his lap.

Albert held your hip in one hand and his cock in the other. Up close now, you were nervous as to wether or not it would fit, but he didn’t let you fret too much before he was pushing the swollen head inside you.

“Ah-“ you gasped, clutching onto his shoulders. He was huge, and it felt like you were lit on fire.

“I know sweetie, but it’s going-fuck…it’s going to feel so, so good-“ he groaned and thrust up and forced another inch inside you. You knew you wouldn’t be able to sit properly for days at the sheer stretch of him inside you alone.

Albert was entranced by his cock getting swallowed up by your body, and he had to force himself to hold back lest he fill you his his cum right there. But oh how pretty you’d look all shocked.

He gripped your hips with both hands and pushed you down his length until your hips met his, and you choked out a pained gasp. The bulbous head of his cock dragged against your walls so firmly you saw stars, and couldn’t help but clench around him.

“You like that? Huh?” He rolled his hips and drew a moan from your lips that made his cock twitch, “I can fucking feel you, you little- fuck!” You met his hips as he rocked against you, and you both gasped at the feeling.

You wished you could form a sentence to make him as flustered and flushed as he did, but all you could do was grip his shoulders for dear life, and whimper.

“You fuck every old man who says you’re nice? Huh?” He chided you.

“N-no-“ you breathed, grinding against him, already feeling your orgasm build.

“No. I didn’t think so. You’re a good girl aren’t you? You’re mine, right?” He rasped, thrusting up against you.

Your mind was clouded with lust and you nodded.

“Say it. Say you’re mine, sweetie. You belong to daddy.”

“I’m y-yours-“ you murmured, head lolling into the crook of his neck.

That easy huh? That’s my girl.

“That’s right.” He gripped your hips even tighter until it hurt, and bucked up into you.

“I-I-“ you stammered.

“You’re going to try and come again?” He growled into your ear, biting at the skin. You nodded helplessly, and let out a sob, “Yeah you fucking come. Come on I’ll be nice.” He rasped; you swore you could feel his voice vibrate through you.

It took two more rolls of his hips for you to break, and you were well aware of the fact that your vision went dark, and your hearing was null.

Albert felt you tighten uncontrollably around him, and pressed your face into his neck when a scream tore from your throat. A gush of cum soaked his shaft, and he almost stopped breathing at the feeling. Your shaking legs and sobs sent him over the edge, fucking himself into your slick pussy until his cock throbbed and his cum began to fill you up. His hips kept rocking against you until he felt his pants grow saturated with your joined cum. Then, when he slowly came back to his body, he felt how you had slumped against him. Boneless.

So trusting.

You were almost limp, and Albert began to wonder if you had passed out as he cradled you there with his cock still inside you. But then, after five blissful minutes, you slowly raised your head to look him in the eye and Albert felt something inside him pulse with a need from the way you looked at him. There was a certain devotion in your blissed out face- an almost thankfulness.

A lovingness- it didn’t matter if it was from the brutal fucking you had just received or a true adoration. To Albert it was all the same, and he wasn’t about to let you go. It didn’t matter how it started, he was going to keep you with three words.

“My pretty girl.”

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the boys are back in town. -> g.dunne

WARNINGS: canon typical profanities and drug use

SYNOPSIS: The Six are back in Pittsburgh during the Numbers tour, and Graham runs into his high school crush. word count: 6,810

NOTES: okay babes this fic is finally here 😭 I hope it doesn't flop and that you love it! The idea was inspired by the Thin Lizzy song of the same name :)

The afternoon sun stretching bright and golden across Pittsburgh looked just as Graham remembered it, a boyhood summer day snatched up from the past and deposited into the present of his life. Sliding into a booth at Dino’s Bar and Grill with the rest of the band, he felt a strange blend of nostalgia and new experience. Ever since the Numbers tour had been arranged, Graham had been looking forward to the Pittsburgh show, to getting to go back home for a few days, as well as the added privilege of getting to show home to Karen and Daisy. 

“I really never thought I’d say this, but it’s good to be back,” Eddie said, settling into his seat. He was wearing the same satisfied smile that Graham was sure rested on his own face. 

“For a few days, at least,” Billy nodded. Even he was in a more agreeable mood than usual, a sure sign that the rose-tinted nostalgia of memories had washed over him, too. There was something sweet and satisfying about coming back to the place where it all started after reaching success. It was a penance paid, a duty fulfilled to the home that had cared for them, nurtured them into all the things they became. 

A waitress came to the table, sandy hair tied back in a long braid falling to her waist, a weary expression on her face, and took everyone’s drink orders before flitting onto the next table. Eddie was pointing out the window across the street, showing Karen an alley that led to an abandoned lot where they often used to get high. Graham settled back in his seat, taking in the conversation and the warm atmosphere and the usual excitement of an afternoon preceding a show. 

“No fucking way,” Warren said suddenly across from him, sitting up straighter to get a better look at something across the restaurant. “No way we run into (y/n) fucking (l/n) while we’re here.” 

Eddie paused his conversation, eyes widening as he looked in the same direction as Warren. Graham valiantly fought the urge to whip his head around to look, his cheeks tinged pink. 

“Who is that?” Daisy asked, turning around to look with a detached interest. 

“Oh, only the girl that Graham here had a crush on for basically all his life,” Eddie responded, a teasing grin on his face. 

“It was not all my life!” Graham insisted, feeling his cheeks go redder. 

“It was a good chunk of it,” Billy responded, looking at his brother fondly. “Had to be all the way back in eighth grade when you started talking about her all the time at home.” 

“Sweet,” Karen said, smiling at him. 

“She’s real pretty,” Daisy said, raising her eyebrows at him suggestively. Finally, Graham couldn’t resist anymore, and he slowly turned his head to find you in the building. You were standing all the way on the other side of the room, but he recognized you right away. You were wearing the Dino’s waitress uniform, a wine red dress that fell just above your knees with a white apron tied around your waist, hair pulled away from your face, jotting down a table’s order. Graham felt his stomach swoop at the sight of you; he couldn’t believe you incited the same reaction in him now that you did back in high school. 

“You should go talk to her, man,” Warren suggested brightly. 

“Yeah, you never know when’s the next time we’ll be in town,” Eddie agreed. 

Graham shook his head fervently, firmly keeping himself from looking back at you again. “No, no, she’s at work and it’s really busy in here. I don’t wanna bother her.” 

“Oh, come on–” Daisy started, and Graham was grateful when she was cut off by their own waitress coming back to take down their dinner orders. By the time she left, something else had caught the table’s attention, and he was safe from being interrogated about his boyhood crush any longer. 

After the check is paid, and everyone has filed out of the booth, ready to get out to the car, Graham was still thinking of you. Covertly, he had tried to sneak glances at you throughout the meal, hoping that you would come to his side of the restaurant, notice the table, and drop by to say hello of your own accord. But the restaurant was so busy you stayed firmly in your section, frazzled and flitting back and forth between tables like a hummingbird. 

He knew he would regret it forever if he didn’t talk to you while he was in Pittsburgh. Eddie was right, none of them knew when they would be in Pittsburgh next, and who knew if you would even be in town the next time he was. He should count his lucky stars about the coincidence of the two of you being in the same place at the same time. 

“Uh, you guys go, I’ll meet you outside in a minute,” Graham said as the group approached the door. 

Warren looked back at him, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Alright, man. Good on you.” Graham rolled his eyes as they left, turning around to scan the room for you. He found you at the bar, leaning on the wooden surface to write something down. It was the first time that whole evening where you hadn’t been running around, and he figured it was now or never. 

As he was standing rooted to the same spot attempting to work up the courage to just walk over, someone called his name. 

“Graham Dunne, is that you?” His head shot up and you were looking at him, a surprised smile gracing your face. His heart stumbled over itself and he fought the urge to press a hand to his chest. Instead, he returned the smile, striding over to you and trying his best to project an easy confidence that he did not feel. 

“Hi, (y/n), how are you?” he asked, leaning on the counter across from you. You tucked your notepad back in your apron, giving him your full attention. 

“Well, right now I’m exhausted, but overall I’m good,” you laughed. “What about you, Graham? What are you doing back eastward?” 

“I’m glad to hear you’re good,” he responded earnestly, and your smile widened at that. “We’re on tour right now, actually. Playing a home show tonight.” 

“Oh, how nice! Bet it feels good to come show off your talent for the home crowd.” 

“I can’t lie, it really does,” Graham laughed. “What have you been up to the last few years?” 

“I’m putting myself through college! I’m pre-law over at UChicago,” you explained. “In the summers I work here, and all that money goes to tuition, of course. It’s a nice job, though, Dino’s like family and he always makes sure I get my fair share of the tips.” 

“UChicago, wow,” Graham said, letting out a low whistle. “I always knew you’d go to some prestigious college. You were the smartest kid in our year.”

“Oh, I don’t know about all that,” you replied, waving the compliment away. Graham was pleased to see the shade of your cheeks deepend with blush. You looked down, brushing a few stray hairs back behind your ears. Graham watched the movement of your elegant hands, couldn’t help but notice the way your thick eyelashes kissed your cheeks when you looked down. 

“Hey, what do you say to coming to our show tonight?” Graham asked, wishing immensely that he had all evening to stand at this counter and ask you about every detail of your life since the last time he’d seen you. He sensed your hesitation and spoke again. “Really, it’d be great. You could say hello to the rest of the guys. I promise we put on a good show.”

“Alright then,” you smiled, and Graham couldn’t help but grin as well. “But it better be a really good show.” 

“For you? It’ll be our best of the tour,” Graham said seriously. “I’ll put your name in at the box office, okay? The show starts at nine.”

“Okay, Dunne. I’ll see you later,” you said. Someone called your name from the kitchen, and you sent a small wave his way before disappearing through the swinging doors. 

You felt ridiculous. 

Standing in front of your vanity, you smoothed the fabric of your dress again, fussing with the sleeves and your hair. You picked up your mascara, swiping another coat over your lashes for good measure. God, you couldn’t believe how nervous you felt about seeing Graham Dunne again. Graham Dunne– making you nervous! It felt like high school all over again. Actually no, it felt worse than high school, because the guy had really come into himself, filled out and confident in a way he never had been in high school. 

You were surprised that he even remembered you enough to strike up conversation earlier, let alone invite you to his band’s show. In high school you had been friendly enough with Graham, but looking back, you definitely spent more time talking with his other friends than with the boy himself. He was reserved, a little shy and easily flustered. You always thought it was cute. You didn’t think that Graham had spent much time thinking about you, though. Maybe you were wrong about that, after all. 

Before you can make yourself late by fussing too much over your appearance, you step into your shoes and grab your bag, avoiding looking at yourself in any of the mirrors in the house on the way out lest you get distracted. The venue wasn’t far so you decided to walk, taking in the fresh summer evening air and the feeling of anticipation that had been steadily building in your stomach. As you got closer to the venue, you began to spot other people who were clearly going to the show, hair long and wild, outfits far more elaborate than one would usually find in Pittsburgh on a summer night. A few were even wearing The Six t-shirts, and you felt a strange flush of pride whenever you saw one. You loved thinking about those boys you had known in high school, lanky and awkward but working so hard toward their dreams, having actually achieved all they wanted. 

You approached the box office, smiling politely at the bored looking attendant. When he finally looked up and noticed you standing there, you gave him your name. 

He slid a ticket across the counter and said, “There was a note left with the ticket, you’ve been invited backstage after the show. Enjoy.” 

“Oh! Well, thank you,” you responded, holding the ticket tightly in both hands and trying to hide your surprise. You felt your cheeks flush with pleasure, and chastised yourself for acting like a smitten child just because an old friend was extending a kindness to you. Really, it was so ridiculous that he was having such an effect on you, considering he wasn’t even near you at the moment. 

As you walked into the venue, your eyes idly perused your ticket, and your surprise doubled to see that it was about as close to the stage as you could get. On your way to your seat, you stopped at the bar to buy your overpriced drink of choice, growing more excited about seeing Graham by the minute. In fact, you were excited by the mere act of being at a rock show; it felt as though it had been centuries since you last got out of the house to do something fun. 

The opener of the show was Daisy Jones, a woman you knew nothing about but ended up enjoying her music immensely. She had a raw, magnetic energy on the stage, and a voice that silenced all else and commanded total attention. By the time the Six took the stage, you were a little drunk off of your overpriced drink and discovering that you really loved the atmosphere of rock shows. This was definitely helped by the fact that the Six were really fucking good. Watching them play, you couldn’t believe that you had never gotten around to listening to either of their albums, especially considering you knew them from back in the day. You had already resolved to hit up the record store before your shift tomorrow and pick them both up. 

Billy was an enigmatic front man, of that there was no argument, but you couldn’t pry your eyes from Graham. You were standing right in front of where he was positioned on stage, and from your vantage point could take in every detail of him as he played. He had complete, intoxicating command of the guitar, playing so effortlessly that he would have looked bored if not for how clearly he was enjoying himself. By the end of the set he was sweaty and exhausted, his chestnut curls sticking to the pale skin of his neck, but you swore you had never seen him look so alive, so himself in the years you’d known him. 

After the encore, you squeezed your way through the crowd toward backstage, where a large and intimidating bouncer was guarding the entryway. A crowd of other fans jostled you around as they tried to find a way back, but you made your way, determined, through them, giving your name to the bouncer and telling him what the box office attendant had told you hours ago. He consulted his list and, without a word, moved to the side to let you through. 

Graham spotted you a few minutes after the gig ended, standing in the chaos of backstage and looking unsure of yourself. Really, he had spotted you as soon as the set started, eyes going straight to the seat he knew he’d reserved a ticket for, and had needed to look away almost immediately because you looked so beautiful it was distracting him and he almost missed the first few notes of the opening song. Throughout the rest of the gig he snuck glances at you, pleased and exhilarated when he found your eyes already on him every single time. He was over the moon that you actually decided to show up; his entire evening had been spent worrying about whether you thought his offer was serious or not, or if you would decide seeing him again wasn’t worth the late night. 

“(y/n)!” he called and your gaze snapped his way, a broad smile growing on your face as your feet propelled you towards him. When you reached him, your arms wrapped him in a tight hug, not caring that he was warm and sweaty and still heaving from the exertion of the show. His arms circled you in return, and he had half a mind to be embarrassed about how totally he lit up in your presence. But none of his bandmates were there to tease him at the moment, so he leaned into your touch, letting the goofy grin take over his face completely. 

“That was fucking amazing!” you gushed as soon as you pulled away. “I mean, I always knew you guys were talented, but what I just heard? Above and fucking beyond, Graham! I’m so proud of you guys.” 

Graham was having a hard time focusing on what you were saying. Your hair was messy from dancing and your cheeks were flushed a valentine red and you were starting to make him feel exactly like you did back in high school. 

“Thanks, sunshine, that really means a lot coming from someone who’s known us since before the beginning,” Graham said. That really means a lot coming from you, he wanted to say, because your word used to be akin to gospel to me and I’m thinking that it still is. The fact I still mean something to you and that you have something to praise about me feels like a prayer answered. 

“Well, you’ve certainly grown a long way from the boy I used to know,” you said, smile slipping shyly, “the rockstar thing suits you, Dunne.” 

“Glad you think so,” he grinned. “Hey, let’s head back to the green room, I want to introduce you to Karen and Daisy.” 

“Oh yes, I’m dying to meet them,” you agreed, and when Graham, a little flustered, offered you his elbow like a gentleman might, you slipped your hand into the crook of it without hesitation. You head back to the green room together, which was already filled with the other band members and several people you didn’t recognize, the afterparty already in full swing. Graham led you first to where the blonde keyboardist was sitting, speaking to an older guy in a ridiculous pair of glasses. 

“Guys, I’d like you to meet (y/n), she’s an old friend from high school,” Graham said, catching the attention of the pair. He turned to you, saying, “This is Karen, our keyboardist, as you know, and Rod, our tour manager.” 

“Nice to meet you both,” you smiled. “Karen, you were seriously badass on stage.” 

“I like her already,” Karen said, smirking at Graham. “Nice to meet you, too, (y/n), I hope you’ve been having fun.” 

“How could I not be?” you asked, smile growing wider. 

“(l/n)! Hey, great to see you!” Before you could register the voice, two hands had clapped your shoulders, squeezing. You turned around to see the grinning face of Warren Rojas, a little more grown looking and way more into vests than he was when you used to toke up together after school. 

“Warren!” you matched his enthusiasm, squeezing him in a hug. “You fuckin’ killed it up there! I’m so glad I got to see it.” 

“We’re glad you’re here, man. How’ve you been? I heard from Graham that you’re putting yourself through college?” You blinked, momentarily thrown for a loop. Graham was talking about me? Oh, god, you felt more and more like a sixteen year old with a study hall crush with every minute that went by. 

“Yeah, I am! It’s not as glamorous as being a rockstar, but I’m really excited about the future,” you responded, and Warren laughed. 

“I’m happy for you, man. You always deserved to chase down your dreams.” You thanked him and he swept you into another hug before disappearing into the room. Before you could turn back to Graham, you saw Eddie Roundtree heading your way with their fire-haired opener, Daisy. 

“Roundtree! It’s good to see you again,” you greeted, hugging him as he arrived in front of you. 

“You too, (y/n). I’ve heard you’ve been doing big things for yourself,” Eddie said, and you felt yourself blush at yet another allusion to Graham talking about you with the band. “This is Daisy Jones; Daisy, this is an old school friend of ours, (y/n) (l/n).” 

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” the girl said conspiratorially, surprising you by pulling you into a hug. 

“Good things, I hope,” you joked. “You were mesmerizing on stage tonight, Daisy, really.” 

She smiled, ducking her head at your compliment. When she looked up she addressed you and Graham, who was still a warm and solid presence at your side. “Oh! You two, come do a line with us.” 

She jutted her head back towards a table, where Karen was cutting white powder into a row of neat lines. 

“Oh, I better not. Early shift tomorrow morning,” you said apologetically.

“A drink, at least!” Daisy said, waving off your words. 

“Okay, fine,” you conceded, laughing. “But just one, I’m already a little drunk from what I had during the show.” 

“I can get her drink, you go do your thing,” Graham offered, gesturing to the table. Daisy made no arguments, sitting down next to Karen and pulling a dollar bill out of her pocket, rolling it tightly. You followed Graham over to a different table, where a few handles of booze and some beer were situated. 

Graham picked up a cup and turned to you, brow raised. “What’s your poison?” 

“Whiskey,” you responded confidently, earning a surprised sound from the man. 

“Didn’t peg you as a whiskey kind of girl,” he hummed, pouring some of the amber liquid into two cups, before handing one to you. 

You accepted it, taking a sip without grimacing. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Dunne.” 

I want to sit in one spot and listen to you talk until there’s nothing I don’t know about you, Graham thought, a little dizzy. The sly smirk you aimed his way as you said those words had gone straight to his head. He said, “Apparently so, sunshine.” 

Soon enough, the venue was getting ready to close and the afterparty moved to the tour bus, where even more booze and different kinds of drugs were produced out of seemingly nowhere. You squished into one of the slim couches, Graham sitting on one side and Warren on the other. 

Graham had his arm slung over the back of the couch, and you were pressed right into his side, skin touching from shoulder to knee. He knew it was more about the lack of space on the couch and in the tour bus in general than anything else, but the contact still lit him completely on fire. The night was growing old, and Graham was growing pliant from the weed and booze he’d been consuming for the last few hours, and looking at you, he wasn’t sure he could trust himself not to turn into a complete and total buffoon. Already his eyes were lingering a little too long on your lips every time you spoke, his responses a few beats too late because he was getting so distracted just by looking at you, listening to the gentle cadence of your voice. 

You said something, and Graham didn’t quite catch it, too lost in his thoughts. 

“Graham? You in there?” you questioned, jokingly waving a hand in front of his face. “What’re you thinking about?”

Graham took you in; your soft lips, brought up into the gentle curve of a smile, the humor that brightened your eyes, the way your hair had frizzed slightly in the humidity, the single strands catching in the light. 

“You know, I had a crush on you in high school,” he blurted before his mind could catch up with his mouth. Fuck. Idiot. He watched the surprise color your features as his words registered, bracing himself for the awkward turn the conversation was sure to take. 

“You did?” you asked, and your voice was all curiosity, no judgment, no disgust, no immediately lifting to your feet to escape him. Graham steadied a bit. 

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “I can’t believe you didn’t know. I didn’t think I was doing a good job of hiding it.” 

“You barely talked to me Graham,” you laughed. “You were shy. Around me, at least. I thought it was cute.” 

Graham nearly choked on his own saliva. “You thought I was cute?”

“Sure I did,” you shrugged. “I might have been harboring a little crush on you myself, come to think of it.”

“What, you mean I had a chance with you in high school?” he asked, mind whirring. Immediately after, he felt like smacking himself in the forehead for the bluntness of his question. It had sent you into a dizzying peal of laughter, though, and he would happily embarrass himself a dozen times over to hear that again. 

“If you had ever worked up the courage to ask, I would have said yes,” you nodded, watching the range of emotions that passed over his face in sheer amusement. 

“And what if I asked now? Would I still have a chance?” Graham felt like someone else had taken the wheel in his brain, like someone else’s mouth was forming the words. He couldn’t believe he actually had the nerve to ask. 

“I suspect my answer would still be the same.” 

“Well then, (y/n), we’re here for a few days before our next stop on tour, and I’d like to take you out on a proper date, if you’ll let me,” Graham said, commending himself for getting the whole sentence out without stumbling over any words. 

“I would love that, Graham,” you said, that brilliant smile of yours overtaking your face. “And I think I know where we should go. Meet me out front of the show venue tomorrow evening at seven?” 

“Okay, yes,” Graham nodded enthusiastically. “Out front of the venue at seven.” 

At five minutes to seven the next evening, Graham arrived in front of the venue. The sun was still bright in the deep blue sky, the promise of a warm evening and a humid night hanging in the air. He idled near the wall, looking up and down the street for you and trying to keep the nervous energy to a minimum. He had imagined getting to take you out dozens of times back in high school, when he was still a shy, quiet kid and you were a dream impossibly out of reach. Several times over the course of the day, he managed to convince himself that he’d made up last night’s conversation, that you never agreed to a date. Why would you? In his head, Graham was still that same little boy. You brought out that old shy nervousness, and he didn’t know what to do with himself, or why that would endear you to him. 

At seven on the dot you came around the corner, wearing a Led Zeppelin t-shirt with a little pair of denim shorts and big, tall leather boots. Your hair was loose, flyaway strands dancing across your face in the wind. Graham’s heart stumbled; he was sure that he’d never seen anyone so beautiful in his life. 

“Punctual. I like that,” you grinned, stopping in front of him. 

“Of course, I had to make a good impression on you,” he said and you laughed, rolling your eyes. Graham bent to greet you with a kiss on the cheek and a boyish grin. 

“So, where are we going?” he asked, his curiosity getting the best of him. 

“Dontcha trust me, Dunne?” you asked, arching a brow. “It’s a surprise.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” he responded, hands raised in surrender. “You just lead the way, then.” Satisfied, you started down the sidewalk in the opposite direction from whence you came. 

“I bought your records today, before work,” you told him as you went. 

“Oh?” 

“Yup, figured it was damn well time. Basically everyone in Pittsburgh owns them as a point of hometown pride, even the ones who didn’t have a crush on the guitarist in high school,” you said matter-of-factly. 

Graham laughed, shaking his head. “Did you only buy them ‘cause you think I’m cute?” 

“Oh that was a big factor,” you nodded seriously. “But actually I just really cannot deny your talent.” 

As you walked on, you filled him in on something funny that happened during your shift earlier in the day, and he told you about how the rest of the band had teased him the whole time he was getting ready about finally getting a shot with you. Finally, you stopped in front of a familiar building with a kitschy facade, sporting the name ‘Miller Lanes’. 

“Ta-da,” you shrugged sheepishly. “I figured some nostalgia was appropriate for the evening.” 

Just the sight of the Miller Lanes sign brought Graham right back to teenagehood, when the neighborhood bowling alley had been the place to be on Friday and Saturday nights. On the rare weekends that the Dunne Brothers weren’t playing a wedding or prom or some other shit gig like that, they usually came in for a game. Graham could easily call to mind dozens of memories of seeing you there over the years, splitting milkshakes with your friends and laughing a lane or two over. 

“Man, I almost forgot about this place,” he said, peering up at the sign. “Just so you know, I’m a terrible bowler.” 

“Oh, so am I. That’s what makes it fun,” you assured him, extending your hand. He took it, and you led him inside. Inside, nothing had changed since the last time Graham had been there. Polished wood floors, red vinyl seats and shining chrome ball machines, paintings of bowling balls and pins on the walls. There was a bar in the center of the room, and he was almost certain that it was the same curmudgeonly man standing behind it, drying a glass, that had been there when he was in high school. 

“You get us a lane, and I’ll go get some snacks?” you offered, and Graham nodded. He watched you trot over to the bar and strike up a conversation, even managing to get a smile out of the grouchy senior manning it. He set up a lane for the two of you, and a minute later you came back, balancing a pitcher of cheap beer in one hand and a towering plate of nachos in the other. 

“I can’t believe you picked this place,” Graham said, unburdening you of the nachos and setting them down on the little table at your lane. 

“I know, I picked it to surprise you,” you responded easily. “Ready for me to kick your ass at bowling?” 

“I thought you said you were terrible, too!” 

“I am! But I hate losing, so I won’t,” you said. Graham desperately wanted to tell you how cute he thought the look of determination that settled on your face was, but he held his tongue, figuring that wouldn’t go over well. 

“Don’t bet your money on it, sunshine. I’m pretty competitive myself,” he said instead, sauntering over to pick his ball. 

“We’ll see about that one.” 

An hour went by in the blink of an eye, and all too soon most of the game was over. As promised, you both had bowled terribly, but you were beating Graham just marginally. Truthfully, he hardly noticed; he was too caught up in the way you looked under the dim glow of bowling alley lights, and the way your nose scrunched when you laughed (at his jokes!), and how funny your stories were, how charismatic your quips. You came up with witty comebacks to everything he said just as easily as you left him flustered, and he felt all turned around in a way that was brand new to him. 

“Well, do you remember Jenny Cranston from school?” you asked, still laughing from the story Graham had just told. At his nod, you said, “She up and dropped out of college a few months ago to be a groupie for the Eagles! Can you believe it?” 

“Isn’t Jenny Cranston the one who’s been telling everyone she’s going to be a doctor since we were ten?” Graham asked in disbelief. 

“Yes, but that’s not even my biggest problem with it! I mean, why the Eagles of all the bands you can be a groupie for? If you’re gonna throw away all your dreams, pick someone more relevant!” Graham couldn’t help but laugh at how incensed you were over the whole thing. 

You turned away from him for a moment to aim your ball down the lane, cheering when you managed to knock over four pins. You ran back over to Graham, peering up at the scoreboard, jumping and letting out a cheer when you confirmed for yourself that you won. 

“In your face, Dunne! Told you I’d kick your ass,” you said triumphantly. 

“I wouldn’t call winning by five points kicking my ass,” Graham argued, a fond smile on his face as he watched you celebrate. 

“Oh, I would beg to differ, actually.” 

“Well, in that case,” Graham said, dropping into a mocking bow. “Hats off to your majesty, queen of Miller Lanes.” 

“Why, thank you,” you said haughtily, before dissolving into laughter. “Guess it’s time for you to be a gentleman and walk me home?” 

“I guess it is,” he sighed, offering you his elbow again, just as he did after the show. And again, you happily slipped your hand into the crook of it, unable to avoid thinking about how right it all felt. Graham led you out of the building, turning down the sidewalk in the direction of your house. 

The two of you walked in a comfortable silence for a while, taking in the nocturnal symphony of summer crickets and downtown traffic. A few blocks down, Graham stopped under a streetlight, turning to face you. You peered up at him, a silent question in your curious look. 

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night,” Graham said, the volume of his voice barely above a mutter. 

“You should stop waiting and just do it,” you encouraged. Your face was open, eyes shining brightly under the streetlamp, skin cast in a bluish glow from the neon sign of a nearby storefront. You were more beautiful every time he looked at you, and he couldn’t puzzle out how you managed it. 

He stepped forward, closing the distance between you, one hand coming to rest almost tentatively, nervously on your waist, the fingers of his other hand brushing against your jaw, drawing in to cup your chin. His heart was beating in his throat. It was ridiculous; Graham had had a girlfriend or two since he left Pittsburgh, and had messed around with his fair share of girls, but the simple prospect of getting to kiss you on the sidewalk after a first date had him more nervous than he’d even gotten before the release of his first album. 

Gently, his lips brushed against yours, and you fisted your hand in his shirt, pulling him down closer to you, firmer. He responded in kind, breaking away from you for a second before surging forward to kiss you again, this time with much more fervor. 

When you broke away he was grinning like an idiot, his baby blue eyes scrunched in the corners, and you knew in that moment that you would do anything in the world to see that bright, affectionate smile a million more times. 

Breathlessly, Graham said, “Come on, we better get you home.”

“Ah, worried I’ll miss my curfew?” you joked as the two of you resumed walking. 

“Actually, I’m the one with the curfew,” Graham laughed. “Billy and I are staying at our mom’s tonight. Makes me feel like I’m seventeen again.”

You laughed, leaning your head on Graham’s shoulder. “We better hurry then. Wouldn’t want to make Mrs. Dunne angry.” 

“No, trust me, we would not,” he agreed, laughing with you.

Still, when you reached the sidewalk in front of your house, neither of you were quite ready for the night to end. You wandered forward, sitting down on the stoop and patting the concrete next to you for Graham to sit as well. He did as instructed, easing down next to you, leaning his weight on his arms. 

You glanced down at his strong hands, splayed across the concrete and glowing pale and blue in the moonlight. The whole of Graham Dunne was glowing pale and blue in the moonlight– he looked like an angel. Your breath caught in your throat, and you resisted the urge to reach up and brush those soft curls out of his face. 

“It’s a shame you’re leaving so soon,” you said, giving voice to the thought that had been plaguing both of your minds all evening. A perfect evening, the perfect person, but with a rapidly approaching expiration date. Tomorrow, Graham would leave with the rest of the band, moving on to their next tour date, and all you would be doing is working an afternoon shift at Dino’s, missing him with every thought not occupied by your job. 

“It’s more than a shame,” Graham said softly. The thought of getting up tomorrow and getting on the tour bus, leaving you behind again after this kiss, this night that he could see easily becoming so much more, was absurd. The only thing more absurd would be for him to stay. 

You yawned, cupping a hand over your mouth. 

“It’s time for you to turn in for the night, I think,” Graham said softly. 

You smiled apologetically. “I’d stay out here all night if I could, you know. But that damn job leaves me exhausted.” 

“The lady needs her beauty sleep,” Graham said in return, standing up and offering you a hand. Even after you stood, he didn’t let go of your hand. 

“Listen,” he started, scratching the back of his neck with his free hand. “The tour bus is leaving from my mom’s house tomorrow morning at eleven. Just– I just wanted you to know.”

He stopped just shy of asking you to come, worried that such a request would be too much, worried that this night hadn’t stirred quite as many feelings in your chest as it did for him. You squeezed his hand, smiling up at him. 

“Thank you for a wonderful night, Graham,” you said, trying to convey all of your emotions with those simple words. “I can’t tell you how lucky I feel that you walked into Dino’s on my shift.”

“Believe me, I feel ten times luckier,” he said emphatically. He dipped his head down, pressing his lips to yours again. You wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging him closer, needing him as close as he possibly could be, even if just for a second. He captured your bottom lip between his, scraping it just barely with his teeth; your fingers looped into the curls at the base of his neck, tugging, immensely pleased with the low sound the action elicited out of Graham. 

You broke away for a breath, foreheads resting against each other. Graham’s thumbs comfortably caressed the skin of your hips, easing up and under the hem of your t-shirt and back down again. Breathlessly, you said, “If you didn’t have a curfew, I’d take you upstairs.” 

Graham groaned, closing his eyes. “Oh, don’t tell me that.”

You laughed, pressing up to kiss the corner of his mouth. “If only.” 

“If only,” he agreed, fixing you with a look that you couldn’t quite parse. “Goodnight, sunshine.” 

“Goodnight, Dunne. Get home safe.”  Graham watched you walk up the stairs and unlock the door, making sure you got safely inside. Then he stood on the sidewalk outside your house for a minute more, gazing up at the second floor light that had turned on in your bedroom and wishing more than anything that he still had you in his arms. He wanted to knock on the door, call you back down to him. He wanted to make absurd proposals, ask you to quit your job and come on the road with him for the rest of the summer. He wanted you to ask him to stay, because he was sure that if you did, he would do it without question. 

Instead, he turned and carried on down the road, towards home.

The next morning, Graham kissed his mother goodbye, shouldering his duffel bag and making his way back onto the tour bus. The very weight of his own bones felt heavier today– it had never felt harder for him to leave a place. 

“Hey, Dunne!” Graham paused on the bus steps, turning around so quickly that he almost fell over. You were standing on the sidewalk, dressed in your Dino’s uniform with your hair pulled back, a bright, bittersweet smile on your face. He dropped his duffel bag in the aisle, trotting back down the steps to engulf you in a hug. “I couldn’t let you leave without a proper send-off, could I?”

Graham pulled away from the hug just enough to be able to look at your face. His voice was heavy, as bittersweet as your smile when he said, “I wish I had more time.”

You waved him off. “I’m not through with you yet, Dunne. I’ll be here the rest of the summer, and I’ll be back in Chicago for school in the fall. So, you know where to find me, and you better find me.” 

“I’ll hold you to that,” he said. 

“Promise?” 

“Cross my heart.” 

You grabbed either side of his face, pulling him down into a kiss. His grip tightened on your waist, but you pulled away before things could get any harder for both of you. 

“Time for you to go,” you said softly, nodding toward the bus. Graham turned from you, climbing the stairs once again. You stepped back a safe distance from the curb, and waved at Eddie and Warren who had been unabashedly watching the events unfold from the window as the bus pulled out onto the street. 

Just like that, Graham Dunne was gone from your life as fast as he’d crashed back into it. 

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THE OTHER WOMAN by LANA DEL REY

lip gallagher x f!reader | angst | bad ending

.・。.・゜���・.・✫・゜・。.

❛i’m the other woman. . .not the main character❜

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

YOU were doing everything for philip to make him happy; you wanted the best for him. he was your everything, the only person who wanted to be in your life. you even dropped out of school to babysit liam every day, because you wanted to show lip that his family is also important to you.

you were in love with that boy; he was your soulmate, like a missing piece from your puzzle. maybe it was pathetic, but you didn’t see how really you were treating. people are saying that when you’re in love, you don’t see the character flaws of the person you admire. and that’s unfortunately true. he was an angel in your eyes; you loved how smart he was and how he cared about his family and his friends. yeah. . .but nobody likes how lip was treating you and doesn’t give a shit about you.

his siblings especially fiona was heartbroken watching how his brother was treating you. and using your naïveté to everything that he wasn’t wanting to do, like: groceries, cleaning or taking care of liam on weekend. you were doing all of that, because you wanted him to pay attention to you and make a confession how important you were for him.

when you started to saw karen in gallagher’s house at first you thought that she was only a friend, but then you started seeing the shine in his eyes when he was looking at karen. he seemed so happy with her, happier than he ever was with you. even when you sleep with each other, he doesn’t have this kind of shine in eyes, he probably just like sex and the fact, that you have feelings for him.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ ⸻⸻⸻ ❝sometimes i look at myself in the mirror, wondering why i’m not enough, why every person i have met hurt my little heart. why i’m not pretty or interesting enough, wondering when it will be my turn to be happy.❞ ⸻⸻⸻ ✯

YOU were done. right now, you are sitting on Lip’s bed, waiting for him to get out of the bathroom. you wanted to confess how he made you feel about yourself. you didn’t remember a single night when you weren’t crying yourself to sleep, or thinking about philip. you've enough; you realize that you’re destroying yourself, and you need to say stop. you were disgusted with yourself for how easily you gave him permission to manipulate you with these sweet words of his. how stupid you were to believe that you finally have someone who cares about you.

because of your relationship with philip you weren’t able to look at yourself in the mirror without crying about how pathetic you are. you don’t understand why people are like that for you, i just wanted to be happy, you thought.

when you saw a tall man enter the room, you just sighed, and your eyes started to water.

“what are you doing here?” he said, looking strangely at you.

“you don’t care about me, do you?” he lifted his brows, clueless about what you were saying. “why you treat me like shit, like a fucking toy you like to use to do your duties, and you like to fuck sometimes?”

he just chuckled at you as you frowned. “why are you laughing at me?”

“you never say you don’t want to do all this, it’s not my fault you are stupid and do everything i said.” when you heard his words, you could not believe blind you were, to not see that lip was an asshole.

“i was doing all that shit because i fucking love you!” you shouted, and he just laughed again.

“y/n. . .i would never love someone like you, you are so pathetic, y/n” he said without emotion in his voice, doesn’t even look at you.

“i love you anyway.” it was everything you can say with tears in your eyes; you weren’t lying, though. you love him, even if he treated you like shit you know that he was the only person you truly admired. you were addicted to him.

“i don’t care”

“that’s fine,” you said, leaving the room, sobbing. you know that you will always be the other woman for everyone.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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Falling For the Devil [Part seventy-four: "The Boy's Night at Josie's"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Matt and Foggy celebrate a win at Josie’s, though their celebration for the firm quickly turns to the pair celebrating something else.

Or You finally meet Drunk Matt.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 4.8k

a/n: One of my favorite installments! You get sweet Matt and some saucy, flirty drunk Matt in this one! You can find the entire list of installments available on tumblr here. And if you're enjoying this series, I always appreciate the feedback! Only four more installments left for me to transfer over from AO3 until tumblr is all caught up!

“Oh my God , you should have seen Cantrell’s face during your closing argument!” Foggy gushed excitedly, slapping his hands onto the table. “You could see the exact moment she knew she’d lost the jury. It was like the light just– poof –went right out of her eyes, man!”

Matt chuckled as he nodded, drawing the bottle of beer to his lips for a drink. “Ahh, well. I can certainly envision it with your descriptions.” He paused, taking a pull off the bottle and swallowing the beer down. “You’ve been giving me quite the detailed breakdown about it since we sat down about ten minutes ago.”

“Sorry man, you’re right,” Foggy relented, picking up his own bottle of beer and drawing it to his mouth. “I just got really excited. That was a huge win and it felt damn good.”

“That it did, Fog,” Matt agreed.

Foggy swallowed his drink before shifting in his seat, leaning his elbows onto the table. “I just wish Karen could have come out to celebrate with us tonight,” he said softly. “Feels weird with her not being here after a big win.”

“Well you know she had a date, right?” Matt pointed out.

“Yeah, I know,” he answered. “And I’m happy for her. She seems to like that guy. It just feels weird without her at Josie’s, you know?” he said with a shrug.

“Is Marci coming out?” Matt asked.

Foggy shook his head as he sighed. “Nah, she’s got her own big case coming up. Said she wanted to run over a few notes tonight before she went to bed. What about your girl? She coming out?”

Matt couldn’t help the wide smile that slid across his face as he focused on the table, his fingers drumming along his beer bottle. His girl. God he loved the sound of that. It never got old hearing Foggy call you that. 

“No,” he answered. “She was finishing getting something ready for work for later next week with a co-worker.”

“The one who’s obsessed with your ass?” Foggy questioned.

Matt nodded, laughing lightly. “Yeah, that’d be the one,” he replied. 

“Huh,” Foggy said. “Guess it’s a boy’s night. Just you and I. We haven’t had one of those in awhile.”

Matt grinned at Foggy beside him. “I don’t think we’ve called it that since college, Fog,” he told him. 

“Oh, well, if you want to have one of those nights,” Foggy replied, his tone turning a little mischievous, “we might need to drink a little more. Maybe do some shots.” He reached out, lightly slapping Matt’s arm. “What do you say, buddy?”

Matt paused, giving it some thought. You were supposed to be staying over at his place tonight but you still had that spare key to let yourself in. And you already knew he was coming home later after having drinks with Foggy. He ran a hand over his mouth, contemplating if you’d mind him coming back a bit later being slightly more buzzed than usual. You probably wouldn’t, just as long as he didn’t let Fog go too crazy with the shots.

“Alright,” Matt conceded, though he quickly cut off Foggy’s excited cheer to add, “but I’m not getting drunk tonight.”

Matt could feel the playful grin Foggy was shooting him from across the table. After a moment he relented, unable to fight the smile on his face in return.

“The future Mrs. Murdock staying over tonight?” Foggy asked curiously. 

“She is, yes,” Matt said. “She’s still got–”

“AH HA !” Foggy exclaimed.

His excited shout interrupted Matt, his lips still parted from having been cut off mid-sentence. Matt felt the shift of air as Foggy pointed a firm finger right at his chest, the triumphant smile on Foggy’s mouth very apparent to him before his friend barreled on. 

“I knew it, man! I knew it!” Foggy roared.

Matt’s brows furrowed, his head tilting to the side. “Knew what?” he asked.

“You want to marry her!” Foggy replied excitedly. “You didn’t deny it just now–that she’s the future Mrs. Murdock! Holy shit, we need to celebrate!”

“Whoa, hey, hold on there,” Matt quickly said, holding up a hand.

Foggy spun in his seat, facing Matt fully as he straightened in his chair. “Tell me I’m wrong,” Foggy demanded. “Tell me you don’t want to marry her, Matt. Go on.”

“Well, I…” Matt began, his voice slowly trailing off.

He couldn’t tell Foggy that because it wasn’t remotely true. He’d told his mother just a couple of weeks ago that very truth, that he so badly wanted to marry you. And he did want that. To permanently be able to call you his girl–his wife –until his dying breath. To spend the rest of his days with you by his side. He wanted to always hear the way you proudly called him yours in return. 

Foggy sucked in a sharp breath, the sound drawing Matt back from his thoughts.

“Holy shit, man,” Foggy breathed out, clapping a hand on Matt’s shoulder. “You’re like there there, aren’t you?"

Matt's eyes narrowed curiously behind his glasses at Foggy beside him. "What does that even mean?" he asked.

"Like you're close to picking out a ring and getting down on one knee?" he replied. "Figuring out ways to propose? Thinking about planning a wedding? Actually marrying her?”

Matt drew the beer bottle up to his lips, taking a drink as he let what Foggy said settle in his mind. Was he there there already? He certainly wanted to have you move in first and get settled but…he did have a proposal idea already planned. And he had set aside money for potentially buying an engagement ring soon.

"Yeah, Fog," Matt answered slowly. "I guess I am."

Foggy flung himself forward, wrapping Matt in a hug that took him off guard and almost knocked him out of his seat. Matt was laughing as he hugged his friend back while simultaneously trying to set his beer down without spilling it.

"This is cause for celebration!" Foggy told him. "I never thought you would finally let someone get close enough for you to want to marry them!”

Matt shrugged as Foggy released him from his enthusiastic embrace. He couldn’t fight the smile that lingered on his lips at the thought of you being there every time he came home from work, the store, running around the streets as Daredevil. Everything. 

“I never thought I could ,” Matt admitted. “But somehow…I keep finding myself only ever wanting her closer.”

Matt could feel the way Foggy’s heart jumped in his chest as the muscles in his face pulled into an even larger smile at his words. He was genuinely thrilled for Matt, it was obvious.

“I'm happy for you, man," Foggy told him. “Really. You deserve to be happy–and to let yourself be happy.”

"Thanks, Fog," Matt said, the bright smile still on his own face.

Foggy slipped out of his seat beside Matt, clapping a hand to his shoulder yet again. Matt could feel his best friend’s excitement steadily growing.

 "We're doing shots," Foggy stated. "This is monumental and we need to properly celebrate it."

“Fog–”

“No!” Foggy said, holding up a hand and quieting his friend. “No, we’re celebrating. Matt Murdock is no longer a bachelor!”

Matt chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m not married yet, Fog,” he pointed out.

“Key word being yet , buddy,” Foggy replied, shooting Matt a wink. He turned over his shoulder, facing the bar. “Josie!” Foggy called out. “Josie, pour us something strong! My man is in love and we need to properly commemorate the night he finally admitted it!”

“Just now realizing it, Murdock?” Josie sassed back from behind the bar. “‘Bout goddamn time, you did.”

“Amen to that!” Foggy shouted.

_______

You groaned as you sat on Matt's couch, your laptop in your lap. Slamming your finger on the backspace button, you watched as the words you'd just written slowly disappeared. Ellison had finally given you something real to work on and for some reason the words just felt like they kept coming out wrong. 

You ran your hands through your hair in frustration as you stared at the blank screen once again. Why was this so hard to start? 

A loud ringing cut through the silence of Matt's apartment and you startled on the couch. Eyes dropping to the time on your laptop, you were shocked to see it was nearing ten at night. Matt usually would have come back from Josie’s by now.

Frowning, you set your laptop on the cushion beside you as you reached forward and grabbed your ringing phone from off the coffee table. You frowned further when you saw it was Foggy. Was something wrong? 

"Foggy? What's up? Did something happen?" you asked immediately upon answering the call. 

His boisterous voice greeted you with your name and your brows drew up onto your forehead instantly. He'd slurred your name. He was drunk. Did that mean Matt was, too? You'd never seen him drunk before.

"Nothing is wrong, I swear," Foggy told you. "But we may have gone a little too far with the alcohol tonight. Matt might need some help."

You turned on the couch, closing your laptop. "Help? What kind of help?" you asked.

"Getting up to his apartment–"

"Tell her I love her!"

You grinned when you heard Matt's drunken voice in the background cutting Foggy off. He definitely sounded as if he’d had a bit more to drink than usual.

"He says he loves you," Foggy continued. "But he's–he's blind and drunk, y'know? You think you can help?"

"Yeah, I can. Where are you guys?" you asked. "Still at Josie’s?"

"We're uh–" Foggy paused, his voice muffled as he appeared to be talking to a taxi driver. 

The phone shuffled loudly and your eyes narrowed at the sound. And then you heard Matt on Foggy’s phone a second later.

"Sweetheart, I love you," Matt said.

Laughing, you rose to your feet and made your way towards the entryway hall. "I love you, too, Matty," you told him. 

Bending down, you grabbed your shoes from under the bench where they sat next to Matt’s gym shoes. He sighed loudly on the line, the sound a contented one as you cradled the phone on your shoulder. You settled on the bench and began pulling your shoes on.

"You have the most beautiful voice," Matt continued on. "The voice of–of an angel. Never heard a voice so beautiful, sweetheart."

You felt your cheeks heat at the compliment. "That might be a little bit of an exaggeration–"

" No ," Matt cut you off firmly. "It's not, it's the God's honest truth, sweetie. You–you have–"

"Matt! That's my phone!"

Throwing a hand over your mouth, you tried to stifle your laugh behind it as you heard a drunk Foggy reprimanding a drunk Matt for stealing his phone. There was more shuffling along the line before Foggy was back on the phone. During their brief scuffle you’d gotten up and began making your way out of Matt’s apartment and towards the elevators.

“We’re pulling up to Matt’s building in a moment,” Foggy informed you. “Y’think you can come down and help our boy find his way?”

“Already at the elevator, Fog,” you told him. “I’ll be outside in a minute. Do you think you can both stay out of trouble until then?”

“Pshh, of course!” Foggy exclaimed. “Who do you think you’re talking to?”

“Fog, Fog tell her she has a beautiful voice.”

Biting your lip, you fought back your laughter yet again at Matt’s drunk voice in the background. As you stepped onto the elevator, pushing the button for the main floor, you realized drunk Matt was probably going to be a handful tonight. What sort of a handful still remained to be seen.

“Well, you both did get drunk,” you pointed out, hearing Matt’s insistent muffled voice in the background. “So I mean, not really the best judgment call there. Not to mention, well, Matt’s alter ego.”

“We’ll be fine ,” Foggy assured you. “Taxi just pulled up and–no, Matt, you tell her that! That’s vastly too much information!”

Your cheeks flamed as the elevator doors opened, not entirely sure you wanted to know what drunk Matt was spewing to Foggy in that taxi. Hurrying through the lobby, you made it out the front of the building and immediately spotted the taxi parked outside. Foggy and Matt were still drunkenly arguing with each other so you hung up, slipping your phone into your sweatpants pocket. 

Reaching the taxi, you sent the driver an apologetic smile before you knocked on the back window. Foggy jumped in his seat, his head whipping in your direction. When he realized it was you, he smiled wide and opened the door–which hit you in the thigh before you could step back and you grimaced.

“Sorry, sorry!” Foggy quickly apologized.

“It’s fine, Fog,” you told him, a hand rubbing your thigh.

He slid out of the back of the taxi, Matt quickly following behind him. Reaching out, you grasped onto Matt’s wrist as he rose to his feet, directing his hand to your arm. But his other hand quickly landed on your hip as Matt stepped fully into you, his nose nuzzling right into your neck.

“I missed you,” he whispered.

Shifting awkwardly, you tried to peer around Matt at Foggy. He was leaning up against the open taxi door as if he needed it to support his weight.

“You going to be okay making it back home, Fog?” you asked.

He waved a dismissive hand at you in return. “I’ll be fine,” he answered. “You going to be able to get him upstairs on your own?”

“Yeah,” you replied. “Seems like he can stand on his own just fine so it won’t be so– Matt! ” 

His hand had slid down your hip and into your sweatpants, palming your ass over your underwear. You felt his mouth draw into a smile against your neck. Foggy pulled a face when he saw what Matt was doing, his hand raising as he sent a quick wave.

“This is where I bid you both goodnight and good luck,” he told you.

“Get home safe!” you called out to him, your hand reaching around to pull Matt’s out of your pants. “Matt, hey, we’re literally on the sidewalk! Hands to yourself!”

“Can’t help myself,” Matt murmured, his hand residing on your lower back, just above the waistband of your sweatpants. “Smell like peaches. And sex.”

You pulled a face, glancing at what you could see of him from where he’d burrowed into your neck. “I smell like what ?” you asked him incredulously.

“Shampoo,” he mumbled against your skin. “Pheromones. Smell really good. And I love your ass,” he told you. “Not afraid to tell you. Or touch it.”

His fingers slipped into the back of your sweatpants again. Your right hand darted around, catching his wrist quickly and pulling his hand back out. 

“Okay, how about we get you back upstairs to your apartment, hmm?” you told him quickly. 

He sent you a devilish grin as he pulled away from your neck, his brows raising suggestively onto his forehead. “Trying to get me alone, sweetheart?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes, stepping back from him and guiding him back towards his building. “Trying to get you back up to your apartment before you do something too crazy,” you corrected.

Thankfully Matt followed you through the lobby willingly and without much stumbling as you led him back towards the elevators. You pushed the call button and the doors to one of the elevators instantly opened. Guiding Matt inside, you pushed the button for his floor before you felt him release your arm to instead wrap his around your waist, drawing you into him. 

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he whispered, lowering his forehead to your shoulder. “I love you, you know that?”

Glancing down at him, you smiled at the sight of him relaxed along your shoulder, his eyes closed. You reached a hand up, carding your fingers through his hair. He hummed happily in response, a smile tugging at his lips.

“I love you, too, Matt,” you told him. 

Gradually you felt his hand lowering on your waist until it was openly groping your ass over your sweatpants. You shot him a pointed look in return, noticing the little smirk on his mouth.

“Matt,” you chided.

“What?” he asked innocently, his hand still kneading your ass.

“Hands to yourself,” you reminded him.

He groaned, his hand sliding back up to your hip just as the elevator doors opened. You led the pair of you back down the hallway to his apartment, Matt clinging to the back of you as you both walked. Opening his door, the two of you entered and Matt wasted no time slipping his dress shoes off of his feet with a sigh.

“Let me get my shoes off,” you told him, slipping them off of your feet, “and I’ll help you to the couch before I get you water.”

Bending down, you grabbed both yours and Matt’s shoes before turning and tucking them under the bench. Before you had a chance to straighten, you felt both of Matt’s large, warm palms on your ass once again openly feeling you up over your sweatpants. 

“Can I help you?” you asked over your shoulder.

His covered gaze slid towards your face, his bottom lip slipping back between his teeth. Matt nodded in response, a rumble vibrating in his chest. Rolling your eyes, you stood back up and did your best to ignore the way that look had just affected you.

“Matt, baby, you’re drunk,” you informed him, turning around as his hands fell to his sides. “We’re not doing anything tonight.”

Matt’s head tilted to the side, his covered gaze still on you as his mouth pulled up into a smirk. “I can tell you want me, sweetheart. Your body doesn’t lie.”

His hands both landed on your hips again, pulling you abruptly into him. A gasp of surprise fell out of you as he lowered his forehead to yours. You could smell the faint bit of beer on his breath as he nuzzled his nose into yours. 

“I just want to feel you tonight,” he murmured. “Just want to love you, that’s all.” 

Breath coming in shallower, you were finding it harder and harder to hold firm with what he was saying to you. If he hadn’t been drunk you’d have been tearing your own clothes off by now.

“Not–not tonight,” you stammered out.

“Just want to make you feel good, sweet girl,” he whispered, his hands snaking their way back down to your ass and pressing your hips against his solid body. “Want to take care of you. Always want to take care of you.”

You licked your lips, trying hard to control yourself, especially as Matt’s own hips ground forward into you. Trying to keep your eyes from fluttering shut at the feel of him, you exhaled a deep breath and tried to stay calm and collected. As good as that all really sounded, you weren’t going to have sex with Matt when he was this drunk. It didn’t feel right. 

“Not tonight, baby,” you whispered back. 

His mouth lowered beside your ear, his lips brushing the skin and raising goosebumps along your arms as he spoke. “I always take care of my girl,” he purred. “Always take real good care of you, sweet girl.” His mouth lowered, planting a lingering kiss along your neck. “You know I do,” he said against your skin, a shiver running down your spine. “Let me take care of you tonight.”

“Not when you’ve drank so much,” you replied, voice wavering. It took everything inside of you to step back out of his hold instead of grinding back up into him. “Let’s get you to the couch. I’ll get you some water.”

He expelled a deep sigh, his hands stopping their groping of your ass. Matt let you grab his hand and lead him down the entryway hall and towards his couch. He plopped down onto it before you headed into his kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with water. You made your way back to him on the couch, offering the glass out to him. It took a few tries for him to find the glass, something you found curious and assumed was due to the alcohol affecting his senses. Once he’d grabbed a hold of it, he drew it to his mouth and downed it quickly. You accepted the empty cup from him and set it on the coffee table behind you. When you turned back around, you eyed his disheveled work clothes.

“How about I help you get ready for bed?” you offered. “Sound good?”

He shot you a cheeky smile from the couch. “That depends,” he answered. “What are we doing in bed?”

“Sleeping, Matt,” you said firmly. Bending over, you grabbed onto his hands and tugged at them from his place on the couch. “Come on drunk devil, let’s get you to bed.”

With a groan he rose back up to his feet, following after you to the bedroom. You flipped on the light as you entered before turning and focusing on Matt. Taking off his glasses, you reached over to set them on the top of the nearby dresser. And then your hands worked swiftly, beginning to undo his tie as he stood there, swaying slightly on his feet as he stared down at you. Gradually you felt your cheeks heating up under his gaze.

When you’d undone his tie, you pulled it out from under his shirt collar before tossing that along his nearby dresser. Next, you focused on the task of undoing each of the little buttons of his dress shirt. Hands reaching up, you began slowly slipping each button through the hole, trying to ignore the bare skin of his slowly revealing itself to you. When you’d managed to unbutton the first three, Matt’s hands slid up the length of your forearms until they were gently holding your wrists as you worked. Biting your lip, you tried very hard to ignore your growing arousal.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, breaking the silence.

You snorted, shaking your head as you continued unbuttoning his shirt. “And you’re drunk,” you replied.

“No, I’m serious,” he pressed. “You’re so smart. And funny. So kind-hearted. You’re–you’re too good for me. Much too good for me.”

Eyes darting up to his face, you frowned as your hands briefly halted halfway down his shirt. “Stop that, Matt,” you warned. 

He shook his head quickly. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I’m far too selfish to want to give you up now.”

Sighing, you continued on your task of finishing unbuttoning his shirt. You tried to work quickly, aware of the way his thumbs were stroking the backs of your hands and what his touch was doing to you and your body. When you’d finally gotten the last one undone, you reached up, your hands sliding the soft fabric down off his broad shoulders until he was left bare from the waist up before you. You were about to turn and set his shirt on the dresser until his hands tightened on your forearms and held you still.

“I love you,” he said.

You paused, your gaze catching on the sight of something intense burning behind his eyes as he’d said that. For a moment you stood there, enraptured by whatever it was just sitting behind the surface, as if that ‘I love you’ meant something more than that. 

“I love you, too,” you whispered back.

His head tilting to the side, something softer overtook the features of his face. His lips parted slightly, the corners of them gently curving upwards as his brows rose just a fraction while he fondly stared back at you. Heart rate accelerating, you gripped his shirt tighter in your hands, bunching the material. Why was he looking at you like that? 

He took a step towards you, closing the distance. His right hand made a slow journey up your arm, leaving a trail of heat behind that had your jaw tightening, until he was cupping your cheek. He carefully tilted your face up towards his, his sightless eyes almost desperately trying to meet your own.

“What if,” he began softly, his thumb stroking your cheek, “I wanted to keep you for always?”

Sucking in a sharp breath, you froze. Was he implying what you thought he was implying with that? There was no way though…right? You two weren’t even living together yet, there was no way he was thinking about marriage right now. He was just drunk. Wasn’t he?

You swallowed hard, trying to control your voice and keep it from trembling as you spoke. “Then you’ll have me for always, Matty,” you whispered. “Not a number far enough away from one, right?”

His eyelids slowly lowered, a gradual smile making its way across his lips. He looked content, peaceful. Happy. As if you’d somehow said the exact right thing to him. 

“Baby,” you whispered, “we should get you to bed. You’re probably not going to be feeling too good in the morning.”

Matt’s eyes opened, landing on you for a long moment before he eventually nodded. He released his hold on your face, stepping back and undoing the button and zipper of his dress pants as you set aside his shirt. You watched as he slipped his pants down his legs, your hands darting out to help steady him as he did. You certainly caught sight of the slight bulge in his dark boxers and immediately had to look away. The knowledge of him being aroused definitely was not helping you right now.

When he was in nothing but his boxers, you helped guide him around the bed and over towards his side. You pulled the sheets back as he climbed in before you tugged them back up, covering him and smiling as he snuggled up into his pillow.

“You’re coming to bed, too, right?” he asked.

“Yes,” you answered, making your way back to the lightswitch. “I’m just getting the light and I’ll join you.”

Flipping off the light and sliding his bedroom door shut, you cautiously made your way back to his bed in the near pitch black. For a brief moment you considered undressing down to your underwear but then quickly thought better of it. That would probably only encourage more groping and sexual advances.

You climbed onto the bed and got comfortable, adjusting the sheets on you before you turned, facing Matt. He was scooting his way towards you along the mattress, a hand searching for you. He hummed contentedly when he found your hip, giving it a gentle squeeze that brought another smile to your mouth.

“Sweetheart?” he asked tentatively through the dark.

“Hmm?” you answered.

There was a brief moment of hesitation before he spoke. 

“Will you at least kiss me?” he asked.

“Of course, Matty,” you replied, raising up onto an elbow.

Your right hand landed on his chest, making its way up his warm, bare skin until you found his chin. Taking a moment, you leaned forward and found his lips with your own. His hand on your hip tightened, drawing you closer into him as he kissed you back. Despite Matt’s inebriation, there was a level of intensity in his kiss that you weren’t expecting, some strong feelings of his washing up with each soft, slow connection of his mouth on yours. It was almost dizzying, so much so that you eventually had to force yourself to pull away and remember that he was drunk and this couldn’t lead to anything more.

“I love you,” Matt murmured, his voice laced with exhaustion. “Can never say it enough.”

You swallowed hard, settling back down onto your pillow beside him. “I love you, too, Matt,” you whispered back. “You should really get some sleep though.”

He shifted a little, holding you even closer to his body. Silence fell over the pair of you for a few minutes. You’d have thought he’d fallen asleep if he hadn’t eventually broken the quiet with a whispered plea.

“Please never leave me.”

You curled up closer to him, feeling his body heat envelope you under the silk sheets. “I’m not going anywhere,” you promised him. “I’m staying right here with you, Matty.”

Matt hummed out a tired, contented noise in response, his head shifting along the pillow for a moment before you felt him brush his lips against your forehead. Your eyes closed, a smile spreading across your mouth. And then gradually you both fell asleep.

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[jimhopperlova]

Jim hopper and reader work together at the station and it is a party then a officer start to sanche with she and jim hopper gets jealous and say enough is enough have to tell my feelings for her and make her only mine . Thank you

- Party Time [18+]

omg!! thank you so much for the request! my first ever, so i’m going to make this special.

18+ MDNI!!

Pairing(s): jealous!hopper + sassy!female reader

Summary: based on s1 hopper, the station hosts a christmas party. reader is all dressed up for the most festive time of the year, and hasn’t realized she’s getting all the attention. hop isn’t fond of the way callahan is ‘innocently’ flirting with reader, and desides to man up and finally tell reader his true feelings.

Warnings: large age gap (hop is 41, reader is 19), degradation (calls reader a slut), light slapping on the face, spanking, unprotected p in v, oral (m receiving), creampie.

once again thank you for this!!

it was the annual christmas party at the station. you had managed to find something sexy, to hopefully get those familiar eyes onto you. it has been way too long on crushing on someone, and if this didn’t work, you were simply giving up. you weren’t blunt, nor were you that honest. especially if he didn’t see you in that light.

you sighed, pulling over the skimpy santa claus outfit. it was simply a small red dress, the details hinting it was meant to be santa. you saw it at the local dollar store and immediately needed it for this party. you giggled to yourself once you put it on. it fit your curves perfectly and you knew this had to play in your favor. normally you didn’t wear things like these, but you would if it meant getting the guy you had your eyes set on ever since you started working at the station.

flo was getting old, and they were hiring for an assistant. thanks to your year experience of working as a server at the local diner, clearly they liked you. flo especially. she thought you were simply adorable, and ‘a great addition to the team’. hopefully this skimpy outfit didn’t teer her away from your adorable ways.

you placed the final touch onto your outfit, which was the santa hat. your hair also helped compliment the outfit, it sparking the desire you needed. now it was time to go and hopefully not get slut shamed.

30 minutes or so you were pulling into the station. you grabbed a 24 pack of sugar cookies on the way, you telling everyone you would bring something sweet to the party. you grabbed the package of cookies and strutted your way into the station, your black tall boots clacking against the pavement.

as soon as you entered the station, it seemed all eyes were on you. you swallowed past the thickness in your throat before dropping off the cookies to where the other desserts were.

“wow. ms. (y/l/n), i didn’t think you could ever dress like that,” flo laughed softly, before your cheeks emitted a deep blush. “i know who you are wearing that for, though.” flo spoke softly in your ear, your heart racing. so it really was that obvious? speaking of which, you couldn’t find the man anywhere near. he probably was in his office, hiding away like he always does.

momentarily, the party started. the music was blaring, and the decorations were set. you smiled at yourself at the ones you put up, before flo laughed softly. not only was it the station’s party, but a lot of people from hawkins decided to come along as well. ted and karen wheeler, benny even, some of the town folk just wanted an excuse to get out of the house.

you smiled at how much it was succeeding so far. meanwhile, you were dancing by yourself with a cup of coke in your hands, humming softly to the music. suddenly, callahan approached in your view. you looked back at the man who was blushing madly, the glasses not doing him any favors.

“wow, uh.. you look really.. nice tonight.” callahan stumbled on his words, a small laugh escaping your throat. you looked back at him with a bright smile, admiring how much he looked nervous to talk to you.

“a little different than what i wear, huh?” you responded back to callahan. he nodded and laughed loudly, almost too awkwardly. he realized he was laughing way too loud, and then he stopped. he looked down awkwardly, and all you could do was laugh back at him. callahan was always too nervous, or too awkward for you to have a straight faced conversation with him. bless his heart, though. he really did try.

“i guess you could say that,” callahan spoke, sipping on his own drink, looking you up and down. it was adorable, almost like a schoolboy crush. and then the song ‘faithfully’ by journey started to play, making callahan all that much more nervous. he looked down and with his free hand and rubbed the back of his neck, only before asking a question. “um.. would you mind dancing with me?” callahan then asked, you looking at him with a smile. you couldn’t say no. he was being really sweet.

“of course, phil. you don’t have to ask me twice,” you replied with a smile. callahan’s eyes lit up and he slowly placed his drink down on the table closest to the two of you, only before hsitantly placing his hands on your waist. he looked really nervous. it made you laugh softly. “i don’t bite.” you responded to the way he was hesitantly holding onto you. you then placed your own drink down and wrapped your arms around his neck. you looked at him, and he could only smile back at you.

little did you know, the grump finally emerged from his office. clad in still his uniform, he waltzed out and looked at all the townfolk. he nodded at them with a straight face and made his way to the coffee maker. he made himself yet another cup of coffee (the 10th one that day, probably), before peering around the station. he noticed you, and your arms around callahan. the officer was looking down at you, laughing at something you said. the chief did his best to ignore the way you flirting with callahan, and instead tried his best to focus on the coffee.

jim was one of those guys that did what he wanted to do. he was an alcoholic, a pill popper. fluttered with the responsibilites of being chief of police. no one called him jim, unless it was his friends. he liked the title, ‘chief’, especially when it rolled off your lips. you really did try to be as innocent as you could, but even jim knew that wasn’t the case. you flirted with him almost everyday, and of course jim would only respond with a nod in response. it was wrong to have any sort of feelings for you, so the thoughts that rummaged through his mind everyday about you were slammed in the back of his mind. that was until you decided to show up today in the sluttiest outfit you could have ever picked out.

“seriously, you look.. really good. i’m sure you have the eyes of every townfolk in here,” jim heard the voice of callahan say to you, the chief trying his best not to easedrop. but he couldn’t help it. it was you for god’s sake. “i mean.. even all the married men! ted is looking at you right now, trying to be happy with his wife.” you laughed at phil’s words, and you rolled your eyes. jim was practically sick to his stomach from the words being exchanged. one more thing, and he swore he was going to rip you out of callahan’s arms-

“you’re too cute, phil.” those were the words you spoke that caused jim to have a small little temper tantrum. jim then immediately stormed over and made his way over to the two of you, a small snicker escaping his throat.

“that’s it, (y/n). i need to see you in my office. right now.” jim spoke up, your eyes going wide at the words of the chief. he looked you up and down, and clearly aggrivated about something. you looked at him, too. he seemed stressed and tired, and maybe something in his mind had finally snapped about you. you finally got the chief’s attnetion.

“what- what did i even do, jim? i mean, uh.. chief.” you spoke back at jim who only rolled his eyes and made his way to his office. you looked back at callahan who sadly nodded at you, going back to his own drink. you let out a drastic sigh and slowly followed jim into his office. you walked in and he was sitting down on his desk, peering up at you with those angry hooded eyes he ever wore. but he was never this angry when he looked at you.

“shut the door,” jim spoke and you did what he asked before looking back at him. you swallowed past the lump in your throat, ready to get yelled at by your boss. “what made you think wearing that slutty outfit was okay?” jim asked you again, his arms crossed against his chest as he leaned back against the chair. you shook your head and laughed, looking back at him.

“there’s not a rule i can wear something sexy, is there?” you asked jim now, actually kind of upset. what gave him the right to tell you what you could wear? oh yea, he’s your boss. but you were right. there wasn’t a rule that said you couldn’t be a slut for christmas.

“there is. my station, my rules,” jim responded to your snappy response. he clearly wasn’t very happy to what he walked out to. “secondly, where the hell is your professionism? you’re flirting with your coworker. that is also not tolerated.” jim shook his head after he stated this, running his hand through his hair.

“i didn’t see that in the employee handbook,” you replied to jim about the rule your ever so loving chief demanded you. “secondly, i wasn’t flirting with callahan. he was flirting with me, and i thought it was adorable. so you can shove it, mr. chief of police.” you finally responded with rage, irritated about the sudden burst of rage coming from jim. it was unfair. he couldn’t tell you who you could or couldn’t flirt with. you were a young and attractive girl, able to flirt with whoever you wanted. especially when your crush that just scolded you wasn’t into you.

“where the fuck did i say you could backsass me?” jim finally spoke only before he stood up. he looked at you with one fell look, your eyes widening slowly. you still believe in everything you said, despite his small temper tantrum. but the way he towered over you, demanding you respect him, was turning you on. you couldn’t lie. this was your crush, and he could do anything he wanted to you and you would still think he was hot. maybe even hotter than before.

jim looked at you again. and this time, it was different. almost like he was trying desperately to not touch you. and that was exactly what he was doing. thoughts of the two of you being alone in his office. the way you wore that skimpy outfit. the way you looked innocent as ever, even with that stupid outfit. he didn’t realize until now, but he had it bad. bad for you, that was.

“well, jim, i don’t about you, but i’d like to get some more attention,” you spoke with a small smirk, hoping to rise more and more anger out of him. he seemed the type to bottle up his feelings until he snapped. especially when you just called him jim. that was a no no. “so enjoy your paperwork, i’m heading back.” you said one last time before you turned your back onto the chief, and jim at this point had enough. he was sick of hiding it. he wanted you for him, and him only.

jim had grabbed your arm before you got out of reach, turning you back to him. he then squeezed your cheeks together, bringing you closer to him. you looked up at him with wide eyes, and jim could only look back down at you with an angry cold stare.

“you’re not fucking going anywhere,” jim stated before he brought your lips to his, kissing you hard and rough. even though he was still behind his desk, he still was close enough to get to your lips in no time. your eyes widened at the sudden reaction. you did it. you had finally gotten the eyes you ever so wanted on you. and you alone. you finally relaxed into the kiss, you kissing him back just as rough. you needed him just as bad as he needed you. he then released the grip he had on you and made sure you looked at him in the eyes. “you want to be dressed like a slut? you get treated like one.” jim then smacked your face, it stinging pretty good but also felt good. it was weird. you flinched softly at the reaction of him slapping you.

jim had then managed to appear from behind his desk, his hand still cupped on your face. before you knew it, he was suddenly behind you, and bending you over his desk. he didn’t care about the god damn paperwork. he was going to punish you while making you his. his and his only.

jim had then managed to fold up your dress right past your ass, your cheeks on full display for him. you let out a surprised gasp at the sudden coldness.

“you really are a slut, aren’t you? no fucking panties. disgusting,” the chief spoke and you could only smirk at the response. jim then grabbed the back of your head and forced it down onto the desk, you struggling slightly. you weren’t expecting quite a reaction like this from him, but you didn’t mind. suddenly, you felt his hand on your bottom. the cold digits of his fingertips rubbing around the soft skin, before there was a ‘smack’. you flinched at the way it hurt, but it felt good. you felt yourself getting even more wet for your boss, and you enjoyed it. “count.” jim had then spoke, the way his voice carried with demand.

“o-one.” you whispered out, before there was another smack onto your bottom. “three!” you yelled out this time, much louder since that smack was much more painful than the last. this kept going until you reached the number 10. “t-ten!” you screamed out, and jim immediately cupped your mouth with his hand.

“shut your fucking mouth. wouldn’t want to get caught, now would we, slut?” jim asked with the same cold and angry stare he had wore before. suddenly, he made you get off the desk and force you onto your knees. “sluts get the ‘on your knees’ treatment. and if you’re good enough, you’ll get rewarded.” jim looked down at you are he unbuckled his uniform pants, letting them drop. he then let his boxers drop, looking down at you with his cock in his hand. he was average size, but it was quite thick. you swallowed past the lump in your throat at the sudden cock in your face.

suddenly, jim’s hips were now thrusting into your face, his cock deep inside your throat. you gagged slightly with the way it hit the back of your throat, your lips parting as wide as they can so he could fuck your face. you looked up at him as innocent as you possibly could. jim contonued to thrust into your mouth as fast as he could, his eyes darting down at you. you looked so fucking good, being so good for him. he couldn’t wait to make you his.

“f-fuck. you keep being good like this, i’m gonna cum way too fucking fast,” jim blurted out, and instantly stopped what he was doing. he looked down at you and held his cock deep inside your throat, watching as you gagged on him. he thrusted out of you, watching as your saliva was hanging off of his cock and off your delicious lips. he then made you stand up, your knees weak from how long you’ve been sitting on them. jim’s lips attacked yours, kissing you hard and passionate again. he then pulled away and made you bend over again. but this time, he was going to make you his. “you’re fucking mine. mine and only mine.”

jim then folded up your dress again, your ass on full display. he playfully rubbed your pussy, making you even more wet for the man above you. you moaned softly at the way his thick fingers played with your folds, a small chuckle escaping jim’s throat. that was probably the first time you heard such a laugh from the chief.

“you’re so desperate to get fucked, huh, slut? or are you that desperate to fuck your chief of police?” jim spoke lowly into your ear, your soft moans escaping your throat. clearly, it had always been him. you wanted nothing more than your chief to fill you up and make you his. you thrusted pathetically into his hand, needing more friction. jim then stopped and slapped your pussy, making you flinch from the way it felt. “nuh-uh. take my cock and i’ll see how good you are to cum.” jim spoke and finally, it came full circle. he spat onto his hand to create some lube and lifted his cock. he slowly thrusted into you, your walls grabbing his, making it a perfect and tight fit.

“oh, fuck- jim!” you moaned out. you then received an ass smack from jim, his tongue clicked against the roof of his tongue. clearly, that was not what he wanted to hear.

“what the fuck did you just call me?” jim hoarsely responded in your ear, grabbing your throat so your face could be closer to his. you flinched and he didn’t pull out or thrust into you. he just stopped everything he was doing alltogether.

“i-i mean~ chief. chief.” you responded back, and you felt his cock twitch inside you. bingo. he let out a relaxed sigh before keeping your face where it was, slowly thrusting up into you.

“that’s a good girl. taking my cock so good,” jim praised you, his thrusts going as slow as ever. for the first couple minutes, it felt good. it felt perfect. the man that you chased after for so long was finally keeping his eye on you, and now he wanted to make you his. before you knew it, he then started to get more excited. his thrusts turned slow and passionate to now faster. and then faster. and then it was at a rapid pace you felt like you were going to explode. “you’re mine. and i’m going to fucking make sure of it.” jim groaned in your ear. he was sweating all over, his palms digging into your ass as his face was rested into the crook of your neck. you felt your own orgasm piling into you, your pussy throbbing with a desire to release.

“ch-chief i’m gonna.. fuck, i’m gonna cum..” you moaned out, your palms gripped onto his desk. all that could be heard in the office was grunts and moans, and the squeakiness of the desk. skin slapping skin was also heard, and you don’t know if the people from the party could hear or not. and honestly you didn’t care. the reason you wore this stupid dress was for jim, and he finally noticed you. you weren’t going to stop because someone heard the two of you fucking.

“not yet, baby. fuck.. not yet. be a good girl and hold on for me.. for just.. one.. moment..” jim wanted the two of you to cum together, symbolizing that you really were going to be his. so you listened, and held off for as long as you could. after a few more minutes, jim was just now starting to realize he was about to cum. he wanted to cum inside you, but he couldn’t risk having a baby with you just yet. “fuck.. you on- you on the pill?” jim asked you, and you quickly nodded. you needed his seed deep inside you.

“yes- fucking.. yes, chief. please, please, cum inside me.. i need- i need you..” you moaned out, and jim was finally at ease. and instead, he didn’t want you calling him chief anymore.

“urgh-it’s jim. now fucking- be a good girl, and-and cum for me. cum on my fucking cock.” jim groaned in your ear, and just from that sentence alone, you came. you felt yourself tighten up and your whole body tensing up.

“fuck, fuck, jim- i-i’m cumming..” you moaned out, feeling the way you came on his cock. jim felt it too, and with that feeling, he felt himself release into you. his seed filled you up and his thrusts came to a slow, riding out both yours and his orgasms.

“holy.. shit..” jim whispered out after the two of you finally slowed down. his body plopped against yours out of exhaustion, and the two of you realized just how much you needed each other. jim was able to finally crawl off of you and pulled himself out you. his cum was spilling outside your pussy, and this he thought was the hottest thing ever. “i’m gonna.. clean you up and then.. you go back out there. with my cum rolling down your leg.” jim panted out before he pulled up his boxers and pants. he clasped the belt back on before finding some tissues on his desk. he then reached down and wiped off some of his cum that ended up rolling down your leg. you hummed softly at the way he cleaned your up, and the comment of his cum rolling down your leg at the party.

“thank.. you.” you whispered before slowly standing from the desk. you realized how weak your knees were just then, the feeling of you just wanting to go to bed was in the air. maybe you’ll just dip out. after all, you had gotten what you wanted.

#stranger things #david harbour #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper #chief jim hopper

[tawaifeddiediaz]

love like (the sweetest) chocolate

for @deareddie​ and inspired by this reddit post

[AO3 Link]

Word Count: 3728 words

Buck has a problem.

And that is…he doesn’t like peanut butter.

Buck scowls at the bowls of candy artfully set out, his fingers twitching in his jacket as he catches sight of the peanut M&Ms. 

“That is a low blow,” he hisses to Eddie, who slots into place in the adjacent seat with the most confused expression Buck has ever seen on him. “The lowest blow that can ever be blown.”

“What is?” Eddie hums, his tongue darting out to fiddle with an artificial fang, and Buck promptly forgets his trail of thought in favor of tracing the spit-slick line of his mouth.

Eddie is, thankfully, oblivious to Buck’s staring, still craning his neck to find out exactly what Buck’s pissed about. Buck doesn’t think even he remembers, too distracted by the sight in front of him.

He curls his hands tight in the pockets of his slacks, gaze drifting down to take in the rest of his best friend’s costume.

Eddie’s dressed as a vampire for the station Halloween party, a long flowing cape trailing behind him, draped over his seat. The collar is ostentatiously tall, jutting up from his shoulders to nearly the top of his ears, and it annoys Buck because it’s partially blocking his view of Eddie’s face.

Underneath, Eddie’s donned a tight black dress shirt, the top three buttons obscenely undone below the knot of the cape, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a maroon waistcoat that molds to every last line of his body. And because the universe hates Buck, he’s in the skinniest pair of black pants that Buck’s ever seen, curving over thick thighs and a tight ass.

His only saving grace is the cape, because it stops his eyes from being glued to Eddie’s ass all night, but he still hasn’t been able to look away from the man since he walked in behind a mini-Indiana Jones.

Right now, though, his gaze drifts right back to the table in the center of the engine bay where Ravi and Karen are setting out plates and bowls of snacks for people to munch on as they mingle, his forgotten thought pushing to the forefront of his mind.

The peanut M&Ms mock him.

Eddie catches his drift as he follows the direction of Buck’s glower, and he just laughs, his arm slinging over Buck’s shoulder to tug him out of the chair. “Oh, come on, it’s your fault for lying to everyone. These are the consequences.”

Buck follows Eddie automatically, the lean lines of his body pressed into Buck’s like perfect puzzle pieces. They shouldn’t be able to walk as smoothly as they are, but somehow it works, even with Eddie’s arm across the line of Buck’s shoulders. 

“No, it’s not, it’s everyone’s fault for being so fucking weird about peanut butter,” Buck complains back, trailing off before they join Karen and Ravi. Eddie lets go of Buck — regrettably — to help Karen with the plates, while Buck trails behind, trying so fucking hard not to look at the peanut M&Ms.

Ravi catches him looking anyway, but mistakes his glance for something else. “Oh, sorry, Buck, I forgot you were allergic. I can go put these inside.”

“I’m not,” Buck says absently, grabbing a bunch of pretzels instead, pretending their crunch was the sweet crunch of the chocolate shell cracking into the roasted peanut, the perfect blend of sweet and savory.

Karen pauses in her conversation with Eddie to fix him with a confused look, clearly listening in. “What? I thought you were deathly allergic.”

And she thinks this because Buck refused to eat her famous peanut butter brownies once under the guise of the lie, because the scent of peanut butter doesn’t sit well with him, but neither does the disappointment on his friend’s face.

Buck stammers and scrambles for an answer, his best friend no help at all where he’s beaming over Karen’s shoulder, those fangs making that smile more dangerous than usual. “N-no, I am allergic, but not deathly. As long as I don’t eat it, I’m fine. No cross-contamination here.”

Karen nods slowly, distracted when Bobby calls her upstairs, but Ravi stands there with narrowed eyes, head cocked like he’s figuring something out.

Buck sincerely hopes he doesn’t.

“What?” Buck says, popping another handful of pretzels in his mouth. He wishes they were at least the chocolate covered ones so he could pretend that they were his favourite chocolate. 

Eddie’s low laughter filters through Buck’s ears, and he turns to glower at him. Feeling spiteful, he steals the chocolate chip cookie out of Eddie’s hands, taking an aggressive bite and stomping off before Ravi can actually figure out that he’s lying.

Buck was in third grade when the first whiff of peanut butter made him nauseous enough to throw up in the toy bin. One of his classmates had opened a packet of peanut butter crackers, and the smell of it had reached Buck all the way across the room.

His teacher had been nice about it, even if some of the kids hadn’t, but she’d explained it to everyone, instantly shutting them up.

“Evan might have an allergy that we don’t know about, okay? It’s not nice to make fun of people for it, but even if he doesn’t have an allergy, some people just don’t like certain smells or foods,” she’d said, in her kind, gentle voice.

His parents had taken him to the allergist, even though they were downright confused about it, because Buck used to eat peanut products all the time. Not peanut butter, because he’d always hated it, but chocolate and ice cream with peanut pieces in it.

Just as they suspected, Buck hadn’t been allergic to peanuts at all — he just hated the smell of peanut butter.

He’d tried explaining it to a few people, only to hear various versions of why he should love peanut butter in return. The defensiveness had been just plain annoying, so he’d switched tactics, thinking it was much better for people to be overly cautious of peanuts around him altogether.

Buck hadn’t even known what an allergy was but he’d taken that one sentence and run with it because it sounded like an important enough excuse to get people to stop defending it in front of him.

Twenty-three years later, he still tells people that he’s allergic to peanuts, just to avoid peanut butter-related debates.

The problem, though, lies within the cerulean bowl that Eddie’s picked up, no doubt to take upstairs and hide.

Buck loves peanut M&Ms. 

He doesn’t even know why he loves them so much, but it’s the only candy he ever eats during movies, the only chocolate he refuses to share with anyone. Something about the thin layer of chocolate covering the crunchy peanut sends a shot of serotonin straight to Buck’s brain.

Maybe they’re his guilty pleasure or something.

There’s no real reason for him hating most other peanut products other than the fact that peanut oil kind of makes him want to hurl, but right now, all Buck can think about is how much he wants a handful of those M&Ms. 

Christopher coming to stand next to him distracts him enough that he can tear his eyes away from the bowl, and subsequently, the man standing behind it with a larger-than-life smirk on his face as he makes his way to the stairs, his cape flaring dramatically behind him with each step.

“The M&Ms?” Chris asks knowingly, as the sole other confidant in this deception of his, barring Maddie. They’ve watched too many movies together for Buck to hide it from the Diaz boys.

Buck glances down at him. “Yeah, Indiana Jones, the M&Ms.”

“Want me to sneak you a handful?” 

Buck can’t help it then — he laughs loudly at the eager enthusiasm in Christopher’s voice. “Pretty sure I'm not supposed to be encouraging peanut-M&M-related smuggling. But thanks for offering.” 

Chris shrugs, entirely unsympathetic as he cracks the fake whip towards the ground, looking slightly off-put by the thought of not pulling off the peanut heist. “Shouldn’t have lied, then.”

He lopes past him without a second glance, meeting up with Denny to do whatever it is new teenagers do at these parties, but Buck gapes after him. There was a time where Chris would’ve stayed at his side during these parties, or asked to be put on his shoulders so he would be super tall.

“Your kid is a menace,” he tells Eddie when the man joins him again.

Eddie whooshes out a breath but laughs as he catches sight of his son. “I think he’s being the teenager I wanted to be, and I have no idea how to deal with that.”

“That sass is 100% Diaz,” Buck agrees, hearing the fondness in his voice loud and clear. “Pretty sure he just offered to commit a robbery for me.” 

Eddie shakes his head, beaming with pride despite the illegal notion of the act, and turns to give him a soft smile just before it turns into something gently teasing as he gestures to the spot where the M&M bowl once was. “Well he can try, but see? The temptation is gone.”

He’s not thinking about chocolate anymore.

Buck’s smile fades as he looks across the inches between them, across the handsome planes of Eddie’s face, made gorgeous by the heart inside him. Even the stupid fangs can’t distract him from his gaze flickering down to Eddie’s mouth, where the greatest temptation of all rests.

Not the time or place, Buckley .

He doesn’t want to do this while he’s dressed in this fae costume, temporary tattoos scrolling down the side of his neck to disappear into the soft tunic beneath fake, malleable armor. Costume points cap his real ears to look like those of fae, and he’s even got his hair spray-painted a silvery white to fit the part of an old fae warrior.

Sure, they look great — unlike last year’s party, where Buck was Mr. Potato Head, and Eddie was a hot rockstar — but if they’re going to do this, then he wants the first time they kiss to be when they’re them . When they’re Buck and Eddie, with all the pretenses stripped away between them — even if it’s something as silly as a fucking Halloween costume.

And somewhere where everyone isn’t looking on.

“Buck?”

Eddie’s voice, slightly amused, startles him out of his thoughts.

Buck clears his throats and tears his eyes away from the man who tempts every carnal desire he’s ever had.

Suddenly, the M&Ms don’t even feel like a blip on the radar.

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Eddie sends Christopher off to bed as soon as they get home, a stern look in place when Chris tries to push bedtime.

Chris looks to Buck as if he could somehow get Eddie to extend his bedtime, but Buck shrugs apologetically behind Eddie. He’s all for hanging out with his favourite kid, but he knows he has to stand with Eddie in this.

“Damn, Diaz, never thought I’d see the day,” Buck teases, pulling the fake costume ears off. 

Eddie grimaces as he tugs the fangs out of his mouth, making a face as he lets them fall in the kitchen sink, immediately turning the water on. “Neither did I. But I think I’ve got it down pat.”

He hadn’t had to use a single word, so Buck thinks so, too.

“You managed to stick to your guns, too,” Eddie adds, turning to pin him in place with a raised eyebrow. Buck doesn’t even know why he or Chris try anymore — Eddie has had eyes at the back of his head ever since they pranked him with that Hildy-run coffee maker.

He remembers the M&Ms again and sighs loudly. “This lie is costing me my whole life.”

Eddie laughs again, somehow looking even more gorgeous without the stupid fangs. His own canines scrape idly across one side of his mouth as he nods, a smile still curving his mouth, and Buck finds himself hyper-fixated on the movement. “You’re still on about that? We could’ve stopped at a 7-Eleven for you to get your fix.”

Buck snorts. “You make it sound like I snort peanut M&Ms for a high.”

“The way you were looking at them tonight?” Eddie raises his eyebrows as he leans back against the sink. “Wouldn’t surprise me one bit. Though I’d be concerned if you were snorting them at the back of a 7-Eleven.”

Buck glares at him for a minute before he loses the energy to, slumping back against the kitchen table to perch on the edge. “I wish I could.”

Eddie studies him for a second, then sighs, turning towards the far cabinet. Buck watches as he pulls a small bowl out, setting it on the table behind Buck before he reaches back into his cape, where there are apparently pockets, to pull out a balled up napkin.

Not just any napkin.

Buck watches wide-eyed as Eddie opens the bunched-up layers to reveal a handful of colorful chocolate, their shape strikingly familiar to the same ones Buck was just lamenting about.

A napkin full of peanut M&Ms. 

“Eddie, what—”

It doesn’t stop there.

Two more bundles of candy come out of his pants pockets, another one out of the cape, and four more out of the deep pockets of his waistcoat. Each of them is carefully twisted at the top to keep the candy safe.

Sheepishly, Eddie lays them out on the kitchen table, carefully tipping each of the napkin-bundles of candy into a bowl. Buck watches him do this methodically, leaning down to transfer the candy in the same way Buck sees him take care with literally everything else. He’s focused on just his task, his bottom lip stuck between his teeth as he concentrates.

Eddie doesn’t even like peanut M&Ms that much.

Buck’s struck in the chest with the burning urge to tug Eddie’s bottom lip out of the hold of his teeth and between his own, to kiss the breath out of his lungs until they’re both dizzy with it.

He only barely manages to refrain.

When he’s done, there’s a whole bowl full of Buck’s favorite chocolate in the world sitting on the table, stacked into a high peak of them. Some of them are smushed, a few with the chocolate shell cracked. The napkins lay crumpled, forgotten with smudges of melted color on them as Eddie makes awkward jazz hands at the bowl of candy.

“Ta-da,” he says lamely, picking nervously at a loose thread on his pants as he steps back.

Buck’s still rooted in place as he looks at the gesture. 

“Eddie,” he breathes out.

“You looked like you were in actual pain from not being able to eat them so…” Eddie explains quietly, gesturing grandly again. “There you go.”

Eddie stole peanut M&Ms from the station’s Halloween party for him .

Buck turns his attention back to the only temptation he’s never indulged in — the one man who makes him better . Who listens to even the most superficial things about Buck, and doesn’t think any quirks of his to be frivolous. 

Including the M&Ms.

As if Buck wasn’t overwhelmed enough, Eddie turns to open the far cabinet again, reaching behind the colorful stack of cereal bowls to pull out a box of those gross health-nut bars that Eddie eats the days he forgets breakfast. 

Inside the box aren’t those stupid protein bars. Instead, there are stacks of yellow packets of peanut M&Ms, clearly kept there to hide them from little, teenager eyes — clearly having been stocked up for a while.

“Christopher gets an insane sugar rush from these, even though he’s past the age where he gets sugar rushes and I’m not really sure what it is about these specific M&Ms that make him bounce off the walls, but anyway…I keep them in here. They’re for you,” Eddie explains. He’s fiddling with the box again, his foot tapping nervously against the floor. “So you don’t actually have to go to 7-Eleven to get your fix.”

If Buck thought he was overwhelmed before, it’s nothing compared to the lightning strike of realization that hits him — Eddie loves him.

He’s always loved him, even when Buck was too blind to see it. And maybe this isn’t a realization he’s having over fucking peanut M&Ms of all things, but a culmination of all the small things that led them to this insane moment in Eddie’s kitchen, standing here in truly ridiculous costumes as they look at each other across the space between them.

Maybe there haven’t been any pretenses between them in a long time, and maybe this is exactly how they’re meant to get together — in the heart of Eddie’s home, with all these realizations unfolding around Buck.

With him falling in love with Eddie all over again.

There’s the mug that belongs to Buck drying in the dishrack, the frog-shaped soap dispenser Buck had bought for Eddie as a joke but still somehow lives on the sink, the coffee maker that Eddie made Buck disable Hildy from before he started using, the cereal that only Buck eats sitting on top of the fridge, the cream cheese Eddie loves but only started buying because Buck lied to him about liking, too. The book that sits on the coffee table, a bookmark hastily shoved in the middle as if Buck’s ever come back to it since the last time he opened it.

And the M&Ms of course.

Every single part of their lives is tangled almost irreversibly, to the point where Buck thinks that if someone were to tear Eddie away from him, they’d take all of Buck with him, too.

Buck stops holding back.

He slowly takes the box out of Eddie’s hands, setting it down on the counter without a second glance.

“You know, there’s this other thing I’ve been telling myself.”

Eddie hums, low and soft. “Yeah?”

Buck nods slowly, gauging Eddie’s reaction with every step he takes. “Yeah, it’s that it’s impossible to find someone that knows me inside and out, no matter how stupid those things are about me. It’s impossible to find someone that loves all of those things. But that’s not true either, is it?”

“No, it’s not,” Eddie says quietly. His voice is barely above a whisper, but he’s confident, secure in the knowledge of how he feels — for Buck, of all people.

He’d been settling for less and less, thinking that maybe they would grow into each other, that maybe this is what love is but Buck doesn’t want to do that anymore. Not when he has the man who’s loved him unconditionally standing in front of him, without any expectations.

Time stretches between them, slow and syrupy, and Buck takes in every last detail on Eddie’s face — the small smile flitting across his mouth, the ruffled hair, the warm eyes Buck has built home in, the anticipation slowing their breathing down.

Buck kisses him.

Eddie kisses him back.

He twines his fingers into Buck’s hair and tugs, keeping him where he wants him, and Buck fucking melts right into him, chest to chest, toe to toe. Eddie’s hand winds past his neck to cradle his jaw as they kiss and kiss and kiss. Buck licks the taste of home from Eddie’s mouth, and Eddie leaves his mark on Buck’s.

The kiss ignites every bit of yearning Buck’s ever felt for the man he’s gone pliant for, leaving him drowning in the sensation of finally having what he’s wanted for so long. Desire hums between them, but despite that, there’s a comfort in the knowledge that this is where they are — in the middle of Eddie’s kitchen, exchanging slow, soft kisses where they’ve spent countless days and nights with each other.

It feels right .

Eddie pulls away from him slowly, tipping their foreheads together. Buck inhales the familiar scent of his cologne, his fingers trailing down Eddie’s face to ghost over the smattering of hair visible in the open collar of his dress shirt, down the fine lines of his torso to hook in his belt loops.

Eddie’s hands trace patterns on Buck’s tunic, now free of the plastic armor he’d thrown on for the party. Buck leans into the steady comfort of the action just before Eddie hums again, reaching behind Buck to pick up the bowl.

“You know, I spent the whole party stealing these for you. The least you could do is actually eat them,” he teases gently.

“All this after I stopped Chris from committing a chocolate-level crime. Should’ve been watching you, instead,” Buck scoffs and grabs a handful, popping one into his mouth as he holds another out for Eddie. “I was too busy kissing you to eat them.”

Eddie’s gaze softens at the reminder, unguarded in a way that takes Buck’s breath away.

He sets the chocolate bowl down again, looking Eddie in the eye. “Thank you.”

“For committing a chocolate-level crime?” Eddie's eyebrow quirks up as he smiles teasingly.

Buck rolls his eyes. “No, dumbass, for loving me.” His tone quiets. “For paying attention to even the smallest things about me.”

“I love you for a lot of things, but for all of those things, you know,” Eddie tells him, one hand falling to the back of Buck’s head. “Like when you lie about liking chive and onion cream cheese just because I like it.”

“It’s not that bad,” Buck protests, but he knows he’s been caught out.

Eddie pulls him into a searing kiss, lips mapping continents and stories across Buck’s skin. “I love you, Buck. Even if you like peanut M&Ms more than normal, and you hate peanut butter, and you only drink out of one mug, and you lie about fucking cream cheese. Maybe I love you because of those things, but...all I know is that I do. Love you, I mean.”

“You sap,” Buck chokes out. “I love you, too.”

He doesn’t ponder on the lack of eloquence in his answer, tugging Eddie closer until he can kiss him again, the taste of him so much richer than the taste of the finest chocolate in the world.

This time, Buck swears that the chocolate tastes sweeter.

#zee writes #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buck x eddie #911 fic #911 on fox #911 on fox fic #911fic #911fanfic #911onfox #oneawkwardcookie #usernymika #userisha #userdahlias #alielook #maystag #userrin #laurenlook #useralie #tusersunnystar #userceecee #i want peanut m&ms now #gonna go get some lol

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DJ Sihtric Longfic - Ch 1

"Oh come on, you can't sit around and mope for ever." Says Ragnar firmly. "The bitch does not deserve a second thought." Brida crosses her arms under her breasts and looks down on you without a shred of pity. "It is not about her..." You mumble. You can't hate Aethelflaed. Not even for stealing your man.

You sort of had seen it coming already. You knew Aldhelm was smitten with her all along. You were just a stand-in. The moment Erik was no longer in the picture, Aldhelm moved in for the kill. And of course you were left broken hearted. Because despite it all, Aldhelm had been a good boyfriend. He was good to you and now he is good to Aethelflaed. You can't even fault her for giving him the chance.

"Come out with us." Ragnar says gently. "I'll be no fun." You protest feebly. "Nonsense." Brida replies sarcastically.

Three hours later, you find yourself at the local pub, sitting at the bar, chatting to Leofric, the bartender. Anxiety had you showing up way too early. You haven't agreed to meet Ragnar, Bride and their group in another half hour. Leofric is kind and gives you a fresh mnt tea on the house and ypu talk to him about little nothings.

Ragnar and Brida show up 45 minutes later. There is a whole group of other men and one woman with them. She is holding hands with the guy talking to Ragnar.

"Ah, there you are!" Ragnar shouts at you. "We were waiting for you outside!" One of his friends, a bloke with a surgical eyepatch, hoots. "Knowing Y/N, she was waaaay too early." Says Brida. You fluster, she is so right...

"Better early than late." Says the guy Ragnar has been talking to. You send him a small smile and he smiles widely back at you.

"Go, enjoy yourself." Leofric says encouragingly, handing you a bottle of Koparberg. You hop from your stool and follow Ragnar to a collection of high tables.

You end up seated beside a man who introduces himself as Sihtric.

The other men are called; Uhtred, Ragnar's adoptive brother, whom he was talking with, Knut and Rollo, both cousins of Ragnar, Finan, Uhtred's best friend, Osferth, Finan's Boyfriend and Aethelwold, hte bloke with the eyepatch. The woman, very obviously Uhtred's girlfriend, is called Gisela.

You sip your cider, savouring the sweet elder flower and lime flavour.

Ragnar and Finan talk loudest and the other let them dominate the conversation.

Over the course of the evening, you find out Finan and Osferth are the only Christians in the group and Aethelwold is anti-theistic. Though Aethelwold seems to be a rather fervent contrarian in almost every aspect.

He does try to convince you to 'ditch these supersticious morons' and go home with him. At his words, you briefly touch your mjolnir pendant and you can almost feel your Loki tattoo burn on your inner thigh.

It is Sihtric who gets up, though.

"Listen here, you sour little prick, insulting your friends does not make you cool. It won't make her like you. She wears Thor's hammer, too." He says fiercely. Aethelwold scoffs and glowers at Sihtric. But he does not get up.

You send Sihtric a sweet smile.

Rollo buys you another drink and Ragnar gets a couple plates of loaded nachos.

You let the others do most of the talking, keenly listening to their tall tales and adventures alike. Finan has a good few droll stories about a couple of local Karens that frequent his bakery and Uhtred adds to it by telling of the same group of ladies and their shenanigans in the aerobics class he teaches.

Osferth turns out to be Aethelflaed's halfbrother, the two being all but Irish twins. Of course, Osferth being the affair baby, he grew up away from his half siblings.

Aethelwold has a lot to say about Osferth's situation and no word of it is kind. Not even to Osferth, or Aethelflaed for that matter. Especially not when Ragnar blurts out Aethelflaed stole your boyfriend.

At that point you really want to disappear into the ether.

"You good?" Sihtric asks. Ge okaces a tattood hand on your thigh and your heart skips a beat. "Y-yeah." You stammer.

"Maybe if one-eye stopped being such a negative nancy, we'd all enjoy our eve better." Finan says loudly. Aethelwold glowers at him, too. "Very well then, Baker Bart, make Y/N's night, why don't you." He sneers.

"He's just salty you won't sleep with him." Sihtric whispers in your ear. You shudder a little and fluster. With Sihtric in your personal space like this, you notice how amazing he smells. Though you can't quite name what it is he smells of.

You last it out one more hour before you feel the yearning for the calmth of your own space win out over the delight of hearing Finan sum up all sorts of delicious pastries.

You hop down from your stool and smile apologetically to Ragnar. "I am calling it a night." You say softly. "Don't worry about the tab, your drinks are on me." Ragnar smiles back at you. "Thanks." You mumble.

You put your small bag over your shoulder and say your goodbye's.

Sihtric hips down from his stool. "I'll walk you home." He says with a lazy grin. "Thanks." You murmur.

He puts his warm hand on the small of your back and leads you out of the pub.

"Show me the way, pretty lady." He purrs.

So you head home, Sihtric's hand still on the small of your back. It makes you feel all fluttery inside.

"Well ... This is me." You say, once you have arrived at the low wooden fence of your tiny front garden. "Good night, then." Sihtric's hand slowly slips from your hip to your backpocket, pulling out your phone. You watch him grin and swipe for an emergency call, to put in a number and then his own phone rings.

He hands you your phone back with a wink.

"See you around, pretty one." He murmurs, before turning on his heel. "G-Good night..." You mutter, slightly starstruck. "Text me when you get home safe!" You then cry out to him. "I will!" Sihtric hollers back.

You watch until he has disappeared from sight. Then you head inside.

Your cat is immediately excited to see you. He bowls right over in all his juvenile happiness. You chuckle and pick his lanky form off of the floor. "Come here, you silly creature." You cooe, nuzzling into his fur.

Fifteen minutes later, you get a text from Sihtric.

'Hey there pretty woman. I got home all right!'

Your heart is racing and you curse yourself for it. You aren't some virginal teenager! But Sihtric sure as hell makes you feel like a schoolgirl with a crush.

'I'm glad to hear that.'

'Sweet dreams.'

You stare at your phone, watching as he types his reply.

'You, too.'

'Dream of me.'

The winky face emoji he sends right after makes you throw your phone onto the bed. Remus, the cat, jumps right after it.

You change into your PJs and crawl into bed. Remus curls up on your ankles. You decide to play along.

'Only if you dream of me, too.'

With trembling finger you send along a kissy face emoji.

Sihtric sends back a devil face emoji.

'That's gona be a wet dream, then.'

You blush, even though you are well aware Sihtric can't see you. This is too blatent a flirt and you have no idea how to react.

'Good night...'

You don't want to leave him hanging, though.

You put your phone away and curl up with Remus to drift off to fitful dreamsm which alternate between Aldhelm and Sihtric.

In the morning you find you have gotten Instagram follows from almot all of Ragnar's friends and Aethelwold having slithered into your DMs.

It all pales in comparison to the pic Sihtric sent you via whatsapp though. He's shirtless, in the gym, his chest and abs glistening with chest.

Very impulsively you text him.

'Don't shower, I'll lick the swear off those muscles.'

You spend breakfast going through everyone's instagram profiles.

Finan's page consists almost entirely of baked goods in every shape and form. The baker is evidently a proud tradesman. And his handle @argylecupcakearmy cracks you up. You dish out a few likes and comment on Finan's most recent post. Uhtred seems to travel a lot, posting pictures of far away countries, usually featuring Gisela in beautiful dresses or bikini. He's got a few selfies with Ragnar and Thyrra, but barely any of himself alone. Osferth evidently does not post very often. His pictures are of beautiful churches and old architecture and handletterings of monks long dead.

You have only barely clicked on Sihtric's handle @thegreatdanemusic when he texts you back.

'Now I regret hitting the shower.'

His message is accompanied by another mirror selfie. All he is wearing is a towel. And by the Gods does he look sexy.

'Better luck next time.'

You send your reply with your heart beating in your throat.

'Promise?'

Sihtric sure is cheeky. He makes you blush with too much ease. You almost want to end the conversation then and there. But Sihtric's next text puts you at ease as much as it makes your heart race all over again.

'How about we go out first?'

'Like, on a date?'

'Yeah, a date. A date date!'

You squeal from joy and Remus gives you an offended glare. You giggle and reach down to scratch behind his ear. "It's okay, bud." You cooe.

'I'd love to. What are you up to for tomorrow?'

Nervously you await Sihtric's answer.

'I'm free tomorrow, but I got nothing on today, either.'

You ponder on a reply. Is it wisdom to go out with Sihtric right the fuck now?

'Want to go see a film?'

'Yeah, let me get out of my PJs and into something pretty.'

You fluster darkly all over again. This guy barely knows you, yet it is like he knows exactly what to tell you to butter you up.

You only reply with a blushing emoji. Sihtric in turn sends another devil.

'What film are we going to see?'

'Let me surprise you.'

You shower and dress in ripped skinny jeans, a lace tank top and a flannel over top.

The bell rings as you are hopping around to get your socks on. "Hang on!" You yell. "Okay!" Sihtric hollers back. You put your socks on, as quickly as you can. Then you race to the door, opening it for Sihtric.

He looks insanely good. His curls are lightly windswept and he's wearing black cargo jeans under a simple black tee. The shirt makes his mjolnir pendant stand out where it rests over his chest.

"H-hey." You stammer. "Hey beautiful." Sihtric purrs. "You ready?" You nod, toeing into your shoes. "Perfect." He takes you by the hand.

You shut and lock the door and Sihtric leads you to the local cinema. It is not a very long walk, as you live reasonably close to the town center. The cinema is not very large and mostly shows arthouse films, though a few box office films, though you have never been able to understand how those are selected.

"There is a showing of Barbie in an hour." Sihtric says. "Did you get tickets?" You ask. "I absolutely did." He replies. "You are the best." You grin widely and kiss his cheek.

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Just Married-ish

Pairing:  Matt Murdock X F!reader

Warnings: A bit of angst but mostly fluffy bunnies and unicorns.  Bunch of boring adult stuff like paperwork (might be a little lame, I dunno, sorry if it’s stupid) Mostly PG-13 though

Word Count:  Around 1.8k

Summary:  Reader and Matt are newly married but you haven’t changed your name yet.  You want to do it, you want your husband’s last name, but work and life happen and you haven’t gotten around to it yet.  But you decide to do more than change your name.  Your plan involves doing something special for Matt in the process.

A/N:  Now I’m not entirely sure this is a thing but I am sure that they do have braille printing services that will do similar services for the blind.  It was just an idea that popped into my head, and we don’t print the internet anymore buuuuuut for someone that reads with their fingers, it might be handy. Also I realize the subject matter might be a little boring but it sounded like a sweet thing to do so I ran with it. Thank you so much for reading! I appreciate you!

Six Months Ago

Your wedding was on a beautiful early October afternoon and the foliage in the park was at it’s peak, absolutely breathtaking. Everywhere you looked there were splashes of red, yellow, and orange and you just couldn’t get over just how gorgeous the day was. The sun was out, not a cloud in sight, just picture-perfect. 

The details about the day were a little hazy because you were just blissfully and ridiculously happy about marrying the man of your dreams, the love of your life, Matthew Murdock.  A brief ceremony followed by a round of drinks at Josie’s for the select few that were chosen to share your special day, Foggy, Karen, Marci, and your best friend, Jocelyn.

You and Matt didn’t want to make it a huge deal, it was exactly how you wanted it.  No matter how much Jocelyn pushed you to make it a big to do, she finally gave in and respected what you wanted.  She only pushed hard because she wanted it to be the best possible day for you, she said you deserve all the happiness in the world and you love her to pieces for it. Speeches were made at Josie’s, Foggy told a couple of college Matt stories, everyone was in stitches.  Then he told the story of the day Matt met you.  

“He came back to the office after having lunch in the park and he said to me ‘I think I met her’ and color me confused, I said ‘met who?’  He said ‘the woman I want to marry.’  And that was that, it’s only fitting that they got married in the place where they met.”

Happy hour was followed by dinner for the two of you at a little hole in the wall bar. You and your devilishly handsome husband, still dressed in your wedding attire, dined on the best burgers you’ve ever tasted. And even with all the city sounds coming from outside, you felt like you were the only two people in the world, it was perfect.

Today

You had meant to change your name soon after the wedding but life happened and you hadn’t gotten around to it yet.  Matt never bothered you about it though, he knew your job was very important to you.  Working for a government contractor, it could get exhausting, phone calls after hours when you’re at home relaxing, or in the middle of dinner.  You felt bad anytime you had to answer the phone after you were already home for the evening. Still, he never pressured you about it.  He’s very understanding and knew you would do it on your own time.

One rainy night while you were reading and he was listening to his case notes, you had an idea.  Since you wanted to change your name, it has to be changed on every document and in anything where your name appears.  And just in case Matt needed to find any paperwork pertaining to your lives together such as a marriage license, insurance cards, beneficiary documents, etc.  If you weren’t available or god forbid something happened to you, he’d never have to rely on someone else to help him find the things he needed or trust strangers to help him.  What if you could have copies of all those documents printed in braille for him?

Matt had fallen asleep listening to his case notes, he looked so peaceful and adorable while he slept, and you rarely got the chance to watch him sleep so you smiled and took a few minutes just to stare at him.  He’s so beautiful.  When you noticed he was asleep, you opened up your laptop and started to research braille printing services.  You found one that services everything from the government to restaurant menus and everything in between.  Perfect!  Right on cue, he wakes up…of course he does! Trying to make something a surprise for a blind man should be easy but he doesn’t make it easy, at all. As he opens his eyes, you greet him like you always do...

“Hey there, handsome.”

“Hey there, beautiful.”

“You don’t know that I’m beautiful.”

“Yes, I do.”

You’ll have to continue your research another time, as Matty is always very playful right when he wakes up which always leads to other fun activities.

The next couple of weeks were frustrating to say the least.  Between emails and phone calls explaining that YOU’RE not blind, your husband is, it was just so infuriating. It was like you were the only person who’s ever asked for something like this. You try to convey that you’re trying to make things as easy as possible for him in case he needs it and you’re not around to help him and after talking to numerous people, you’re finally able to talk to someone that understands what you want and need.

“Yes, I completely understand what you’re asking for, my wife is also blind and I did all the same things for her.  It just makes it easier for them to find what they need.  Not having to be completely dependent on someone else.”

You were very thankful for his help.

“Thank you so much for helping me with all of this, I’m doing this as a surprise for him, to tell him I finally changed my name...so you’ve received all my documents that need printing?”

“We have everything we need and your documents should be ready in a couple weeks.”

Again, you were very thankful.

“Thank you so much!”

“My pleasure, Mrs. Murdock, take care now.”

Mrs. Murdock...you really liked the sound of that.  It made you smile just thinking about it.

Matt noticed that your stress level had been high for the past few weeks and one night after dinner, you were on your laptop and he was listening to some case notes, he took his ear buds out and turned to you, visibly frustrated with how distracted you’ve been.

“Sweetheart?  Can I ask you something?  You’ve been very preoccupied lately and well, you’ve just been busier than usual.”

You were typing out a thank you email to the gentleman who helped you with everything.  All the documents came out perfect. Matt also suggested some time ago that you have some business cards made in case he ran into anyone looking for a new job, he knew that your company was always hiring people.  He told you “It would be nice to be able just to hand them your card and they could call you.” The cards had all your important information on them, however there was one card you had made especially for him. It was your way of telling him you had changed your name. It was printed in braille, y/f/n, y/m/i, Murdock.

“Yeah, hang on, baby.  I just need to finish this email, it’s really important that I get this out.”

“More important than us?”  His voice hitched a little.

“Matty...what are you talking about?  I told you this is really important” you said curtly.  It came out harsher than you intended it to, it was the stress of the past few weeks. But it wasn’t an excuse for you to snap at him like that.

He closed his laptop, stood up and angrily adjusted his shirt sleeves and his glasses. And although he never yelled, his voice was always very stern and harsh on the rare occasions the two of you would argue.

“I feel like we’ve been living separately the past few weeks, now what is going on?”

“Matthew, I want to tell you everything that I've been up to but not like this, not while you’re this angry.  It’s something that I felt was important for US and--”

He interrupted you...” Important? What’s more important than sharing your day with your husband?! And another—ya know what, I don’t want to do this right now, I’m going for a walk.”  Matt walked over to the hooks on the wall, grabbed his jacket and his white cane and stormed out.

You plead with him, with tears in your eyes...” Matty...WAIT, please!!”

Too late, he slammed the door and he was gone.

About two hours had passed, you had finished the email and decided to get out all the documents you had printed up.  You started to cry again, the guilt you felt for being so distant and short with him was unbearable but all you had wanted was to give him a nice surprise and make it special.  They were just pieces of paper but you put everything in a box and wrapped it with wrapping paper. Even though he couldn’t see the paper or what was underneath, Matt still loves to open presents.

Sleep was something that had eluded you recently and it finally caught up with you, the crying didn’t help either, and your tired body finally gave into the sleep you desperately needed. You weren’t sure how much more time had passed when a calloused hand gently caressed your face as you slowly opened your eyes.

“Matty?”

“Hey beautiful.”

You pressed your hands into the couch to sit up quickly, grabbing him and hugging him when you begin to sob.

“Oh Matty, I’m SO sorry!  I just got so caught up with what I was trying to finish, I didn’t realize you were feeling neglected, that is the last thing I want to do.  I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”  You look down to see you’ve left a wet spot on his shirt.  “And now I’m sorry I got your shirt all wet, can you ever--”

“Shhh, shhh, sweetheart...It’s ok.  I’m sorry too.  I shouldn’t have gotten angry and left like that, it’s not how I should have handled things. I’m sorry.” He strokes your hair to calm you down.

He wiped your tears away as you ask him “Can I show you what I’ve been doing the past few weeks?”

“Now, angel, I thought your work was ‘need to know.’” He smirked.

You let out a little laugh “It’s not work related, my love.  C’mere.”

He trails behind you and pinches your butt on your way to the kitchen table, sneaky little Devil.  Setting his hands on top of the box, you kiss him on the cheek and tell him to open it.  He smiles and starts to rip the paper, revealing a white box.

“Go ahead, take the top off!”  You say with excitement.

He reaches for the hem of your T-shirt.

You squeal a little “Hey now!  Not MY top, smartass!”

He’s full on laughing now while grasping the sides of the box.  Matt takes the top of the box off, discards it onto the floor and reaches inside.  Immediately his fingers feel the braille documents.  His smile quickly disappears and is replaced with a soft expression, tangled with a bit of surprise while he runs his fingers over the first page.

“I had all of our important documents printed up in braille and attached to the regular printed copies in case you ever need them if I’m not around or if” you pause and swallow “if something happens to me and you need them for any reason.  You won’t have to rely on anyone else to help you find them or worry about trusting a stranger.”

“You...you had all this done for me?”

You can see tears forming in his eyes, they look more hazel today.

“Of course, I did.  I had to adjust some things on my work information, change my beneficiary information, put you on my health insurance so I figured let me do this for all the important information we have. This all can go in the fireproof safe that I know you can open with your bionic hearing.”

He laughed a little when you mentioned that.

“You may be the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen and have super senses and abilities but that’s not going to help you find a copy of our marriage license or your insurance card.  I had my social security card and my other personal ID’s done as well.  And I know you were asking me to have business cards made to have at the office or to have on you to hand out, so I did that too.  I had this one made special for you though…”

Matt takes the card from your hand and runs his fingers over it.  y/f/n, y/m/i, Murdock.

“You...you changed your name?  You changed your name.” A tear finally falls down his cheek.

“Yes, my love, I did...finally.  I’m sorry it took me so long, I just--”

He wraps his hands around your waist and pulls you down onto his lap to kiss you, hands wrapped in your hair then move back to your waist, he buries his face into your neck and he completely let go.

“I can’t believe you did all of this...so that’s what you’ve been doing and that’s why you were always on the phone when I would call your office. No one…no one has ever done anything like this for me before.”

You stroked his hair, his face and peppered kisses on his cheeks.

“Oh Matty...I did to make our lives a little easier, plus my name change was very important to me. I just wanted it to be a surprise, that’s why I was so hush hush about it.  Again, I am so sorry, baby.”

He kisses you again, with more passion this time, circling his tongue with yours. It still gave you butterflies when he kissed you. Resting your forehead against his, pinching his chin with your thumb and forefinger, you whisper to him...

“I love you Mr. Murdock...so much.”

Gently, Matt takes your other hand and puts it up to his chest.

“You have my whole heart, Mrs. Murdock, I love you too.”

Mrs. Murdock…you really do love the sound of that.

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kenjorine band au oneshot <3

characters; kenny mccormick x marjorine stotch

warnings; tooth-rotting fluff teehee

a/n; short lil oneshot bcos i love these silly little guys!!

the brick wall of the alleyway is cold and damp as marj leans her head against it, finger twirled around the cord of a decrepit payphone. she’s lucky it still works, she thinks, before her thoughts are drowned out by the dial tone she’d come to know and love.

crimson dawn’s tour had been a success thus far; 14 sold out shows, with 1 more to go. stan, jimmy, marj and bebe had spent countless nights exploring the cities they’d only be in for a day or so, before they’d be back on the bus, travelling to the next to do it all over again. it was incredible, and she’d seen more of america than she thought she’d ever see in her life in just the space of two weeks. the band had been a silly pastime for her a year ago. an escape from her parents and their sheltered household. now, playing to crowds of thousands of fans every night, she’s sure nothing can feel as perfect as this.

well, except, maybe..

“marj.”

his voice is quiet, and she almost doesn’t hear it over the sound of the bustling nighttime streets of phoenix. she holds in a squeal of happiness. “hiya, ken!”

she can hear him chuckle from the other side of the phone, then sigh. it’s not a frustrated sigh, or a fed-up sigh- those, she was used to hearing, especially from her parents. this was a sigh of comfort, like a weight’s been lifted from kenny’s shoulders.

he’d never been a religious man, though his family were. promises of eternal happiness and a loving god with a ‘plan’ seemed so far from reality. but, after every show, when the phone rings and he hears her sweet, sweet voice, he could fall to his knees and pray, thank whatever divine being brought her to him.

“how was the show?” it’s a simple question, and he asks it every night without fail. he makes sure she’s okay after the bad ones, and congratulates her after the good ones, and always, always tells her how proud he is of her. kenny had left crimson dawn to work with his brother at the auto shop, hoping to save up some money to put karen through college further down the line. marjorine was still butters back then. music wasn’t kenny’s biggest passion anyway. that spot was saved for his sister and now, also, marj. the only people in the world he’d die a hundred times over for.

“so much fun. our next one’s gonna be the best we’ve ever done, though. pinky promise.” she giggles into the receiver. stan had made sure that south park was their last stop on the tour, meaning tomorrow she’d be home. maybe not her actual house; she’d been living in bebe’s spare room since she told her parents she didn’t wanna go to college. no, home. with kenny. she swears she can hear his grin through the phone.

“do i get a backstage pass? yknow, since i’m a groupie.” she laughs and it’s loud and real and it feels so good to be joking around, to forget about how difficult it is being away from him. “aw ken, of course you do! i wouldn’t exactly call you a groupie, though,”

“my girlfriend is a fuckin’ gorgeous, talented rockstar. i wear the word groupie like a badge of honour, babe.”

marj looks out to the street as she hears the backstage door open, watching jimmy lean against the handrail of the stairs while stan and bebe use his crutches as swords, doubling over, laughing their asses off. they’re all red in the face, still sweating from the show, but they’re having the time of their lives, and so is she. admiring the people she’s been through her worst and best times with as they act like completely loveable idiots. it’s bittersweet; she wishes kenny was there to watch too.

she’s silent for a moment, listening to his soft, rhythmic breathing, dulled slightly by the static of the old phone. “geez, ken, i miss you,” it comes out cracked and quiet, and she doesn’t even realise there’s a tear rolling down her cheek until it brushes her lip. she wipes it away, pretending it’s his hand instead of her own. “one more night, babe. then i’m all yours.” marj lets out a sniffly laugh, even though she knows his words aren’t true. it didn’t matter whether she was in his arms, or in the depths of hell; wherever they ended up, he’d always be all hers.

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Salvation Chapter 4: Matt

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Summary: Reader is walking home one evening and gets attacked in an alleyway... until the Devil of Hell's Kitchen himself comes to her rescue. After passing out during the ordeal, she wakes up in the apartment of one Matthew Murdock, a kind and handsome lawyer who treats her injuries. As she and Matt get to know each other and grow closer, will someone from Reader's past tear their happiness apart?

Warnings/Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Attempted Sexual Assault, Past Domestic Violence, Stalking, Kidnapping (Y'all, seriously, please mind the tags)

Word Count: ~31k total

A/N: None.

"Morning Foggy, Karen," Matt said as he entered the office the following morning. 

"Hey, Matt," Karen replied. "You're chipper this morning."

"And late," Foggy added.

"Oh, uh, yeah, sorry about that." Matt set his cane against the door frame. "I overslept."

"Yeah, yeah. Just bring breakfast next time. So how was your date? Must've been a good one if you're doing the walk of shame."

Matt rolled his eyes even though he knew Foggy couldn't tell from behind his glasses. "It was really nice, actually. We had dinner and talked, then sat on Y/N's couch and listened to music while we had dessert." Matt grinned, his face growing warm at the memory of how perfectly the evening had ended. "Then, uh, then we kissed and I asked her to make things official, be my girlfriend."

"Aww, look at him, Kare, he's blushing!" Foggy teased. "Man, I can't believe it took Casanova Murdock a month just to make a move. You're slipping, man."

Matt shook his head. "Y/N's still getting over that attempted assault, so we're taking things slowly." That wasn't the only reason, of course, but he had promised Y/N that he'd keep what she'd told him about her last relationship confidential and he intended to keep that promise. "I really like her, Fog. I'm willing to move at whatever pace she's comfortable with."

Foggy chuckled. "Nerd."

"Oh Foggy, hush. I think it's sweet," Karen replied. "I'm really glad you're happy, Matt. You deserve it." 

Foggy patted Matt on the shoulder. "Ahh, I'm just messing with you, buddy. You really do deserve all the happiness in the world. So when do we get to meet her? Officially, that is. That first day here when I thought she was a client doesn't count."

"Soon, hopefully."

"How about you invite her to Josie's tomorrow night?"

"Ooh, yeah, double-date!" Karen added.

Matt chuckled. "Okay, I'll ask her."

"Awesome. Okay, so now that Matt's decided to grace us with his presence let's get to work." Foggy rubbed his hands together. "We have a new case to discuss."

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Matt could hear humming as he approached Y/N's door the next evening. He had called her the previous afternoon and told her that Foggy and Karen wanted to meet her, then asked if she'd mind joining them for drinks after work. We usually go to Josie's Bar, he had said. It's our favorite watering hole -- Foggy and I have been going there since our college days. 

He could tell that Y/N was chewing on her lip as she had mulled it over, so he had added jokingly, They want to make sure I'm good enough for you. 

Y/N had huffed out a laugh, the nervous energy that had been radiating over the phone calming somewhat. Okay then.

Great! 7 o'clock? I'll come pick you up at 6:45 and we can walk over together.

Yeah, that sounds great. I'll see you then.

See you tomorrow, sweetheart.

Matt had understood her hesitancy -- Foggy was the closest thing he had to a brother and Karen had become a close friend over the years as well, but he also knew that Y/N had absolutely nothing to worry about.

He rang the doorbell.

"Coming!" Y/N said. Matt could hear her footsteps approaching the door.

The door swung open. "Hey there, handsome," Y/N said, stepping outside and closing it behind her.

Matt cupped Y/N's chin in his hand, tilting her face up for a brief but tender kiss. "Hi, beautiful. You ready?" 

Y/N laughed nervously as they headed down the sidewalk together. "To be honest, I kinda feel like I'm meeting the parents. What if they don't like me?"

Matt took Y/N's hand in his free one, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "It'll be fine, sweetheart. Karen's really great and besides, you've already met Foggy."

"Yeah, but that was as your sort-of client, not as someone you're dating. He was like, super professional."

Matt shook his head. "Trust me, they'll love you. Plus Karen at the very least is thrilled that I'm finally going to stop third-wheeling when we all go out and will now have someone to actually double date with instead."

"Wait, so Foggy and Karen are--"

Matt nodded. "Yeah, they were both pretty much immediately taken with each other but it took them a while to get their collective shit together, especially while we were dealing with all the stuff we've gone through over the past few years. They've been together for about a year now though."

"Ah, okay." Y/N paused. "So I guess they both know how we met then?"

"Sort of. I told them that I was out for a walk and ran across you being attacked, but your attacker ran off when they heard someone coming and I brought you home so I could treat your wounds after you asked me to not take you to the hospital." So pretty much the entire truth . "I didn't tell either of them why you didn't want to go to the hospital, though." Matt grinned. "I would've needed to charge you double if you wanted to retain both Nelson and Murdock."

Y/N let out a giggle. "Oh, I don't know if I could have afforded a ten -cent retainer. That's pretty steep."

Matt raised their joined hands and gently pressed a kiss to the top of Y/N's. "So, do you feel better about meeting my friends now?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Good, because we're here." Matt could hear the familiar sounds of Josie's as they approached.

He squeezed her hand again. "Ready to go in?"

Y/N took a deep breath. "Yeah."

Matt could hear her heartbeat pick back up slightly over the clinking of glasses and chatter of bar patrons as they headed inside to where Foggy and Karen were already waiting for them at their usual booth.

"Hey, you guys made it!" Karen said cheerfully.

"Welcome, welcome," Foggy added.

Matt put his arm around Y/N's waist. "Y/N, this is Foggy Nelson and Karen Page, aka the other two-thirds of Nelson and Murdock. Foggy and Karen, I'd like you to meet Y/N."

"Nice to meet you -- officially, that is," Foggy said.

"Same," Y/N replied.

Karen patted the table. "Here, have a seat."

Matt slid into the booth first, letting Y/N take the outside seat so she wouldn't feel trapped.

A few seconds later, Josie came over. "I was wondering if it was the entire trio tonight," she said. "Who's the extra?"

Matt smiled. "This is Y/N, my girlfriend. Y/N, this is Josie, owner of this fine establishment."

Josie huffed out a laugh. "Girlfriend, huh? Well welcome. What can I getcha?"

"Oh, uh, can I get a (favorite drink)?" Y/N asked.

"Sure thing," Josie replied. "And for you?"

"I'll take a beer for now. Thanks, Jose."

"I'm so glad we're finally getting to meet," Karen said after Josie had left. "Matt talks about you all the time."

"He's told me a lot about both of you too," Y/N replied. 

"You're a transplant to Hell's Kitchen, right?" Foggy asked as Josie dropped off their drinks. "What brings you to our neck of the woods?"

Matt felt Y/N imperceptibly stiffen. "Um, bad breakup. I inherited my aunt's place here a while ago and decided I needed a change of scenery."

"Wanted to get as far away from the ex as possible, huh?"

"Oh, uh--"

"Hey, so Y/N, did I tell you how Foggy and I met?" Matt interjected, reaching under the table and giving Y/N's hand a reassuring squeeze.

Y/N squeezed his hand back in thanks. "You said you met in college, but no, you haven't given me the details yet."

"Well, it all started on our first day of law school…"

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"So then…" Matt managed through laughter. "So then he goes, 'We're going to be the best damn avocados this town has ever seen!'"

"Hey, I will have you know that we are the best damn avocados this town has ever seen," Foggy replied through his own laughter. 

"So Foggy, you really took Punjabi just to impress a girl?" Y/N asked.

"Oh, come on, like Matt didn't take multiple units of Spanish for the same reason," Foggy replied.

Y/N turned towards Matt. "I didn't know you spoke Spanish."

Matt grinned. "Si, señorita. Me llamo Matthew Murdock, avocado-at-law."

Y/N giggled. "So what's been your most interesting or memorable case? That you can talk about, that is."

"Probably Karen's," Foggy answered.

"Definitely mine," Karen added.

"Yeah," Matt agreed. "I'd have to say Karen's too."

"Oh yeah, that's right, Matt did say you were originally a client, Karen."

Karen chuckled wryly. "Yeah, Foggy and Matt's first, actually. I was framed for murder by my old company because I found out about some shady dealings they were involved in and Foggy and Matt defended me. I couldn't actually afford them, so I offered to work for them instead, and here we are."

"Best hire we ever had," Foggy said.

"Only hire, but thanks, baby."

Y/N finished her drink and set her glass down. "Hey, where's the restroom?"

"It's down the hall and around the corner," Karen replied. "Wait up a sec, I'll go with you. Get me another drink, would you, hon?"

"Sure thing, Kare-bear," Foggy replied.

"Want another drink?" Matt asked Y/N.

"Mmm… yeah, sure." Y/N gave Matt a quick kiss on the cheek before sliding out of the booth. "Be right back, okay honey?"

Matt nodded. "Okay, sweetheart."

"I am gonna be the best man at you guys's wedding, right?" Foggy said as soon as Y/N and Karen were out of earshot.

Matt huffed out a laugh. "It's a bit soon for wedding planning, isn't it?"

"I don't know, Matty, I've never seen you quite so serious about a woman so quickly before. Not that it's a bad thing," Foggy clarified. "I actually think Y/N's great for you."

"Yeah." Matt nodded, a smile spreading on his face. "Yeah, I do too."

"Seriously, Matt, it's good to see you happy."

"Thanks, Fog."

"Also, I was asking…" Foggy fiddled with the label on his empty beer bottle. "...Because I'm hoping you'll be my best man."

"Be your--" Matt's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Wait, did you propose ?"

"Shh, not so loud!" Matt could tell Foggy was waving his hands at him in an attempt to quiet him down. "No, not yet, but I spotted this ring the other day that I think Karen would love and, well… it got me thinking." 

Matt nodded. "Well whenever you do get married, I'd be honored to be your best man."

"Thanks, man." Foggy stood and patted him on the shoulder. "I'll go order the next round of drinks. Josie, my good woman! Another round, please."

Matt grinned as Foggy made his way over to the bar. Y/N had been quiet at first but Matt had been happy to see that as the evening wore on (and the drinks had flowed) she had loosened up and become more comfortable around Karen and Foggy, even eventually joining in on the jokes and good-natured ribbing. He could definitely picture the four of them out on double-dates, Y/N joining the three of them for dinner on the nights Matt had to work late at the office, on his arm as his date to Foggy and Karen's eventual wedding --

His musing was interrupted by Y/N coming back to the booth. "Hey, sweetheart," she said, taking her seat next to Matt.

"Hey there, beautiful." Matt put an arm around Y/N's shoulders. "Where'd Karen go?"

"She's at the bar with Foggy getting our drinks."

"Ah, okay." Matt lowered his voice so only Y/N could hear. "How are you doing?"

Y/N took Matt's hand in hers. "I'm good."

Matt raised her hand to his mouth for a kiss. "Good."

"Alright, alright, enough of that," Foggy interrupted jokingly as he and Karen returned with their drinks. "Drink now, make out later."

After a couple more rounds, they all decided to call it a night and headed outside to say their goodbyes.

Matt smiled as Foggy and Karen both gave Y/N hugs. "Stop by the office one day soon," Karen said. "We can have lunch and gossip about our guys."

"Yeah, I'd like that," Y/N replied with genuine happiness in her voice.

"Night, you guys," Matt said. "See you tomorrow."

"Night, Matt," Foggy said.

Karen gave him a brief hug. "I like her," she whispered in his ear.

Matt smiled. "I do too."

They waved goodbye once again and he and Y/N set off towards Y/N's house.

Y/N linked her arm through Matt’s as they walked. "Mmm, this was nice. I'm glad you invited me out tonight."

"It was nice, wasn't it?" Matt had known that everything would go smoothly between Y/N and his friends, but he was glad that she felt more comfortable. "I'm really glad you came."

"Me too. You were right, Foggy and Karen are pretty great."

Matt smiled as they reached her door. "I'm glad you think so, because they think you're pretty great too."

"Glad I got the seal of approval."

Matt reached up and traced her jawline with his thumb. "I knew you would."

Y/N cupped Matt's cheek in her hand then leaned up and gave him a long, slow kiss. "Call me tomorrow?"

Matt nodded. "Yeah, I'll call you tomorrow."

He gave Y/N another kiss. "Good night, sweetheart."

"Good night, honey."

Matt grinned as Y/N unlocked her door and headed in, then made his way to the alley where he had stashed his Daredevil suit. 

As much as he had enjoyed his evening, he still had a city to keep safe.

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[the-cult-of-russo]

Do Me Damage (Part 3)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: cursing, angst, mentions of drugs. 

A/N: So there's only one more chapter of this written up. I will get around to finishing it at some point 'cause you guys seem to really be enjoying it. But I'm currently writing two other Billy x Reader Multi chapter fics and it's hard enough juggling those lmao. But when I'm done, I'll finish this one off.

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It was the day of Karen's birthday party and things were already going wrong. It had taken you hours to find something you felt comfortable wearing after the dress you'd been planning on wearing decided to rip. You'd settled on a nice simple black dress with little white flowers on it. It flared out at the waist and reached mid-thigh. You paired it with some wedges and your leather jacket. Your hair was done nicely and your make-up was neutral but made your eyes pop. You knew from the location of the party it was some kind of bar, although you weren't sure which kind. You didn't want to be overdressed or underdressed. You settled on simple but pretty. Leanna had texted you an hour before you were due to leave saying she couldn't make it, Nathan was sick. You couldn't even be mad at her. She was a doting mother and you hoped your little sweet godson would get better soon. But this left you standing outside the bar alone feeling anxious when the time came. You'd been relying on Leanna since other than Karen, she was the only person you knew. You wouldn't just bail on Karen though, especially when Leanna couldn't come. 

Now standing outside of the bar you were relieved to see it was more of a casual place than some swanky bar uptown. But you couldn't help the nerves at not knowing anyone there other than Karen or even knowing how many people would be there. Social situations always made you a little uneasy. You blew out a large breath as you pushed the door open and made your way inside. The place was full but you knew some people weren't here for Karen. You spotted the woman at the other side of the bar with a small group of people. You were about to head to the bar to get a drink in you first but Karen saw you.

"Y/N!" She grinned as she made her way over.

"Drunk already?" You snorted as you saw the state of her flushed cheeks and wobbly stance.

"No! A little… a lot," she giggled, making you smile.

"Happy birthday," you beamed as you gave her a hug. You really liked Karen. And after her putting a word in with Ellis, you'd be starting work with her on Monday. When she pulled away from the hug, you handed her the small box you'd had in your leather jacket pocket. You watched as she eagerly opened it and her eyes lit up.

"Y/N… you shouldn't have," she murmured softly as she took out the dainty silver bracelet. You'd seen her admiring it the week before when you, Leanna and Karen all went window shopping. 

"Well I did and you deserve it," you grinned cheekily. She gave you a bright smile and another hug before she put the bracelet on. 

"Come on! Meet the guys!" She said as she grabbed your hand and yanked it, tugging you towards the table full of people.

"This is Frank, Curtis, Micro and Sarah," Karen smiled widely as she pointed to everyone. You knew Frank was her boyfriend although you'd never met him. Everyone gave you polite smiles and nods.

"And… where is he?" Karen muttered to herself as her head whipped around.

"Oh! There he is! This is Billy," she grinned as the man in question came over with a few drinks in his hand. You felt like all the air got sucked from your lungs seeing him. Of course, he'd be friends with Karen. The universe really couldn't give you a break. 

"Well… fancy that," Billy murmured with a wry smirk as he stared at you. He looked amused and you looked the opposite. 

"Wait, you two know each other?" Karen asked confused as she looked from you to Billy. 

"You know what? This… this wasn't a good idea. I should go," you muttered quickly, making a move to bolt. Karen still had hold of your hand though and she kept her grip steady for a drunk person.

"No! What are you…? Wait a minute," her head snapped back from you to Billy again and you could practically see her alcohol-soaked brain putting the puzzle pieces together.

"You asshole!" She yelled as she pointed her free hand at Billy. Everyone else seemed to find it comical but you were rooted in place feeling tense. Billy also looked a little taken aback and guilty. 

"Karen-" he started placatingly, only to be cut off by a suddenly angry Karen.

"No! What right do you have walking back into her life and trying to dictate what she does? Shame on you!" She drunkenly rambled. You felt far too awkward. All the eyes on you curiously, where was Leanna when you needed her?

"Seriously, Karen. I'm just gonna head home," you said softly as you pried your hand from her grip. She gave you a sad look with a nod.

"I'm sorry. I had no idea," she replied quietly. 

"I know, it's fine. I just think it'll be too awkward and I don't wanna ruin your birthday. I'll see you Monday, okay?" You gave her a reassuring smile and she nodded before hugging you. You really couldn't wait to just get out of there. Karen's friends' first impression of you probably wasn't so great.

You made a swift exit, not even sparing Billy a glance. You hated how he seemed to seep into every aspect of your life now. It was like life was trying to torment you. You'd walked to the bar since it wasn't too far from your apartment and you'd been planning on drinking. But it was darker now than when you got there despite the little time spent inside. You took your shoes off so your feet wouldn't be dead by the time you got home as you set off walking. You barely made it a few feet when you heard heavy footsteps behind you. You half expected Billy but instead, when you turned around, you saw Frank.

"Should I be worried you're following me?" You asked playfully, turning to look forward but not stopping as you walked. He easily kept pace with you, now at your side.

"Nah. It's late, you shouldn't walk home alone. Karen would kill me if anythin' happened to you. Bill too," he murmured gruffly. Your eyes rolled instinctively at his name but you nodded as the pair of you walked down the street. The silence was a strange mix between comfortable and uncomfortable. He seemed like a man of few words and you didn't mind that. Yet the earlier meeting had made things awkward and weird.

"Bill's my best friend," Frank broke the silence after a while. His words didn't make you feel any better though and you stayed silent, not really knowing what to say or why he bothered to tell you that. 

"You're Bunny, right?" He asked quietly. Your whole body felt like it went rigid at the nickname and your head whipped to the side to look at him.

"I used to be," you answered tensely. 

"He really cares about you. I know you might not think so right now, but he does. I was in the Marines with him, it's how we met. He took that goddamn bunny with him on every deployment. Didn't even hide the fuckin' thing, even when the guys took the piss out of him for it," he chuckled. You felt a lump form in your throat and you tried not to let his words affect you. It confused you though. If Billy chose to leave you behind, why would he still keep your stuffed animal? If he didn't want you around anymore then what was the point? With more of your silence, Frank decided to continue.

"I know what he did was stupid and shitty, I told him as much. And it ain't my story to give you the why either, but maybe you should ask him. Might not make you feel better and it don't change what happened but it might help you understand," he suggested gently. For the longest time, you wondered just why Billy did what he did to you. The question burned right into your soul. But after a while, you didn't care because it didn't change the fact that it was done with now. He'd done it and hurt you and nothing could erase that. Billy himself had even wanted you to ask and you'd said no, but after what Frank said you couldn't help but wonder. You'd always presumed it was because he saw you as a burden, that you didn't fit into the new life he'd had planned for himself. But now you were just confused and that burning curiosity was back. 

"You know what he did?" You asked softly, glancing at him.

"Yeah. I know why he did it too but like I said, it's not my place. It's just not as black and white as you might think," he murmured. You nodded thoughtfully as you both reached your apartment and when you stopped, so did he.

"Thanks for walking me," you said, feeling still somewhat awkward.

"It's no problem. And just think about what I said, Bill thinks you hate him and it's eatin' him up,'' Frank admitted. You weren't sure if you hated Billy or not. He'd hurt you deeply and then fucked shit up, but you didn't think you'd ever be capable of hating him. Even if you wanted to.

"I'll think about it," you relented. He gave you a small smile and a nod as he took a step back.

"It's all I'm askin' for. Stay safe, Y/N," he muttered before he turned and started walking back the way you both came. You heaved a sigh before walking into your building and making your way to your apartment. You really didn't feel like seeing Billy again but you couldn't help but be more confused now than before. You'd hold off on asking him until the curiosity killed you, but you knew after your talk with Frank you'd end up seeking him out and you hated it. Life was much simpler before Billy walked back into your life.

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A few days passed by and everything was going well. You'd started working at The Bulletin shadowing Karen. Organised crime was pretty intense but you'd been enjoying your work since you'd always had a fascination when it came to those kinds of things. You also had knowledge given your previous job that had been a help already to both Karen and Ellis. Ellis told you he considered you a valuable member of the team because of your background. You thankfully hadn't seen Billy in the days that had gone by but it didn't mean he wasn't plaguing your thoughts. You knew you'd been more distracted than you'd like at your new job and you knew the only way to get it off your mind was to ask Billy. To just get it over with. You knew it wouldn't change things since the damage had been done but at least it would give you some closure. 

By the fourth day, you were going insane with curiosity and that's how you ended up outside of Billy's door. You asked Karen for his address and she'd been kind enough to give it to you without asking questions. Despite the vague story, you'd told her about what Billy had done, you knew she knew more than that since she was Frank's girlfriend and Frank was apparently Billy's best friend. And Frank had known a lot more than you'd anticipated. You were just thankful Karen wasn't trying to pry about the whole thing. While you were friends with Karen, she was friends with Billy first and her ties to him were much stronger than to you because of Frank. You didn't want her feeling put in the middle of the mess. You'd gone over what Billy might say a million and one times, but the anxiety over him confirming your own thoughts about him just not wanting you in his life was gnawing at you. Now standing in front of his door, you felt overwhelmed. It was one thing thinking he'd never come back simply because he was done with you, but if he told you himself then it would hurt even more. You weren't quite sure you could deal with it. After raising your hand to knock what felt like twelve times, you chickened out. You really weren't sure you were ready for what Billy might tell you. 

"Fuck," you muttered quietly, rolling your eyes at your behaviour as you walked back over to the elevator. Just as you pressed the button, you heard a door open behind you.

"Y/N?" Your head snapped back, looking right at Billy who was standing in his doorway looking confused. He'd always been perceptive, noticing the smallest of things. You shouldn't have been surprised that his time in the Marines had honed that skill.

You heard the ding of the elevator and the doors sliding open. Your eyes glanced at it as you considered just hopping into it and leaving. You felt divided. Part of you wanting nothing more than to run and hide, to not find out why Billy discarded you like a piece of used tissue paper. The other part of you desperately wanted to know so you could finally close that chapter of your life and fully move on. You'd thought you'd moved on before you saw him that day outside of the bar but if you were honest with yourself, you knew deep down you hadn't and it was because you really didn't understand why he'd hurt you the way he did. The elevator door slid closed again as you just stood there silently and Billy made no move towards you or to say anything. He just watched you patiently. You inhaled a deep breath to steady yourself before you fully turned around. 

"Can we talk?" You asked softly. He nodded without hesitation as he opened his door fully and stepped aside. You walked over and slipped inside, hearing him shut the door behind you as you glanced around curiously. His penthouse was large and mostly open-plan. It was decorated with greys and blues, modern decor and very minimalist. You felt bitterness curl low in your stomach. It wasn't that he'd done well for himself, he'd always told you he'd have a place like this one day and you were happy he'd achieved that. It was the fact you weren't part of his life anymore that made you feel bitter and cold on the inside. 

"You uh… want a drink?" He asked hesitantly. You looked over at him, seeing him standing there looking awkward and not like the confident man you knew he'd grown into.

"No thanks. I don't think I'll be here long enough," you admitted. His face fell a little as he nodded and you tried to ignore the way it sent a pang through your chest. You had to remind yourself this wasn't your Billy anymore. A snide voice in the back of your head asked if he'd ever been. If he'd ever really cared or only stuck with you out of necessity. He moved over to the armchair and sat down, gesturing for you to sit on the sofa. You obliged as your eyes darted around, unable to look at him. The silence in the air was thick and tense as you tried to find the courage to ask him the dreaded question. Billy just watched you silently.

"Why… why did you leave me?" You asked, having to clear your throat when your voice cracked treacherously. You hated how vulnerable you sounded. 

The silence stretched on and your eyes finally landed on him. He wasn't looking at you now as his leg bounced up and down, his fingers toying with the other hand. 

"It's complicated," he started, making you scoff and roll your eyes.

"Either tell me or don't, Billy," you warned. He looked at you looking like a guilty young boy but your stern face didn't change. You didn't come here for him to mess you around. 

"You remember why I wanted to join the Marines?" He asked. You glanced at your hands as you remembered the day he told you he was signing up and how you'd tried to beg him not to go.

"You wanted a purpose. Wanted to be a part of something bigger. You told me it would be the start of your new life," you answered monotonously. You weren't really sure how this answered the question you'd asked him.

"I uh… I don't think I really knew what I was gettin' into. When I was over there the first time…" he trailed off as he stared at the coffee table, his leg still jiggling around.

"I saw shit, I did shit. Stuff that I can't just… wash away. My hands got stained with so much blood," he muttered seriously as his dark eyes locked on yours with a steely determination in them. You swallowed thickly and waited for him to continue. 

"I was gonna come back to you. When I got home, the first thing I did was go to our apartment," he admitted.

"You got my letters then," you replied snidely, remembering all the letters you'd sent him when he was away and how you never got one back. You'd given him the address of the place you'd got for the pair of you in one.

"They got me through that first deployment. And when I came back all I wanted was to come home to you, for you to make me feel better. But I couldn't. I couldn't even knock on the damn door. All I could think about was the shit I'd done over there and how if you knew you'd never look at me the same. It's another world over there, Y/N. Comin' back… it's hard to adjust. And I just couldn't face you. I couldn't deal with you treatin' me different, so I went and stayed at a hotel for a few days. Thought it was just me needin' to get used to bein' back or some shit. But then days turned to weeks and months and suddenly it was time for me to leave again," pain laced his words as you tried to absorb them, realising it was way more than just him being done with you when he left. You weren't really sure what to say but he continued anyway. 

"My second time home and I was worse than before. Colder, harder. I still couldn't fuckin' knock on your door though. You deserved better than that, than me. All I could think about was how disappointed in me you'd be and I couldn't deal with it. With each deployment I got worse, I became used to the shit I had to do or see. I wasn't the same guy you used to know so I figured it was just best I let you live your life without me. I didn't wanna burden you with that," he explained sadly as he shook his head.

"Bullshit," you spat as you felt anger rising inside of you. He looked shocked as he frowned at you.

"Bullshit?" He asked slowly.

"Yeah, bullshit. You know me, Billy. You should have known that no matter what, I'd have welcomed you back with open arms. We were family, that's what family does. I can't sit here and say I know what you went through, but war is hard. I knew that and I wanted to be there for you when you came home, except you didn't," you lamented. He lowered his head as he rolled his shoulder.

There was a tense moment of silence before he stood up and walked off into what you presumed was the bedroom. You sat there confused and considered leaving when he came back out. You felt a large lump lodge deep in your throat when you saw the stuffed bunny in his hands. He made his way over to you, sitting on the coffee table in front of you instead of his chair. Your eyes were glued to the beat up stuffed animal but you felt your heart pick up at the close proximity. He smelt different to what you were used to yet the same at the same time. The scent used to be the most comforting thing to you but now all it did was hurt.

"I know I fucked up, I had issues and handled it badly. And I wish I could go back and just knock on your goddamn door," he started, making you glance to his face. His dark eyes were wide and imploring, glassy with unshed tears.

"Just 'cause I left doesn't mean I didn't think about you. I did. Every fuckin' day. I took this with me on all my tours and you'd always be on my mind. I'd wonder if… if you were okay, what you were doin'. But I couldn't ever get the balls to come and see you and find out 'cause I was scared and I hate myself for it," he murmured sadly. One of his hands came up to your face, cradling your cheek as the other hand clutched the well-worn bunny. The lump in your throat got bigger and you felt a tear roll down your cheek, only to be swept away by his thumb. His face looked pained by your tears.

"You left me, Billy. Just like everyone else," you whispered tearfully, your voice raw. You felt so open and vulnerable and that didn't use to be a bad thing in front of him but now you hated it. He shook his head vehemently as his nostrils flared. He scooted a little closer to you on the coffee table as his large hand gripped your jaw a little tighter. 

"Don't say that. I know I… I know I left but it wasn't like the others. I didn't wanna leave, I didn't wanna leave you, I swear. I thought I was doin' you a favor. I thought I was helpin' you," his voice was pleading and desperate and you knew him well enough to see how hard he was fighting off his tears. You tried to take comfort in his words. You knew he wasn't lying. But despite his reasoning, it still hurt that he thought you'd react that way to him coming home. You felt for him. You couldn't imagine what shit he'd been through to affect him this way. But it didn't erase the hurt, it didn't erase the years you spent thinking he'd died over there.

"Why didn't you say something? Or write a letter? Anything? You could have just told me but instead, you just vanished and made me think the worst. Do you know how hard that was?" You asked with a frown. His hand dropped from your face and joined the other in the death grip he had on the bunny.

"I wanted to. I just thought it would be better that way, a clean break. I couldn't face you and I knew if I tried to explain it you wouldn't listen. My fear won out and it's not somethin' I'm proud of. I've looked death in the eye so many times but nothin' scared me more than havin' you judge me like that. To see you disappointed in me," he admitted quietly. You felt like lecturing him again about how he clearly didn't know you as well as you thought he did if he thought that but you stopped yourself. Going around in circles wouldn't help anything. His state of mind clearly hadn't been right at the time, he hadn't been thinking rationally.

"Would you have ever looked me up? If you didn't run into me that day?" You asked, your eyes boring into him. He swallowed thickly as his fingers toyed with the bunny.

"One day, probably. It just got too hard. I was always scared that you weren't doin' good and it'd be my fault. Or that you'd be real happy without me which would hurt just as much. The clean break wasn't just to help you, it's the only way I coulda done it. So I just… kept away completely. I always wanted to find you, I was just too much of a coward to admit it," he murmured sincerely. The silence was back for a moment as you tried to digest everything he'd told you and he just stared at the bunny despondently. 

"Do you regret it?" You asked after a moment. He rolled his shoulder and looked off to the side. He scrunched his nose up a little and you knew the tears were about to come before they happened. You were right as you saw a couple of tears roll down his cheeks. He lowered his head before his piercing dark gaze landed back on you.

"Every damn day," he said firmly, making your chest ache.

"All of this-" he gestured vaguely to the apartment and its contents, "- is worthless 'cause you're not here to share it with me. None of it feels good, none of it satisfies me. I always wanted this life but it means nothin' without you by my side," he continued. You didn't get any joy from his words.

"I know I was an asshole and I know I hurt you. I can't ever take that back, even though I want to. But do you think… do you think you'd ever be able to forgive me?" He asked softly. His face looked ready for the worst as he gazed at you. 

"Maybe... I'd like to. I still think you didn't need to do what you did but I get it more now. I honestly just thought you didn't want me around anymore. I thought you were done with me," you admitted, not looking at him. You were caught off guard when he moved forward even more and his arms suddenly wrapped around you. Your body tensed for a moment as you felt him press his face into your hair. Despite everything, it felt familiar and safe and you'd missed it. You found your arms wrapping around his middle as you buried your face in his neck. 

"I'd never be done with you," he stated seriously, voice muffled a little by your hair. 

You felt tears prick your eyes again as you clutched hold of him. For a moment you wanted to pretend none of the past ten years had happened and that it was just you and Billy like it always had been. The reality was far too painful for you. You both held each other for a long while in silence although this time it wasn't awkward. When he pulled away you quickly wiped your eyes as you inhaled a shaky breath. 

"Hurtin' you was the worst thing I've ever done. I never wanted to hurt you," he frowned. You quirked a brow at him and shot him a look. 

"What did you think was gonna happen? You just left," you muttered. He scoffed a mirthless laugh as he looked away for a minute, wiping a hand over his face.

"I thought you might be a bit upset at first but I thought you'd move on. Get over it. Didn't think it would hurt you this much," he shrugged. It was your turn to scoff this time and it caused him to look at you again. 

"Are you kidding me? You really thought I wouldn't be that upset that you just left? You're the only family I've ever had, Billy. Do you really think you meant that little to me?" You asked incredulously, the hurt lacing every word. He looked down like a scolded child as his fingers went back to toying with the bunny.

"I think we can both agree I got issues," he muttered wryly, making you roll your eyes a little. That was an understatement. 

"You and me both," you snorted lightly. He went quiet for a moment and you watched as he toyed with the bunny before he glanced back at you.

"Can I ask you somethin"?" He asked seriously. You nodded, apprehension swelling in your stomach as you wondered what it might be. You already had an idea.

"How did you end up… sellin' drugs?" He asked quietly. You blew out a breath as you stared at your hands. You'd gotten used to the dirty work of your old job over time but you'd never fully been comfortable with it. Having Billy know what you did only made you feel worse about it.

"The short version is that I got laid off, couldn't afford rent so I ended up homeless. I knew Tony already and he'd offered me a job. I figured selling drugs was better than being on the streets so…" you shrugged feeling tense. Billy's face scrunched up as a pained look crossed his face.

"Y/N… I'm sorry, I-," he started lamenting, but you cut him off.

"Stop," you ordered hotly, feeling your eyes burn with more tears.

"No, I won't. If I'd stayed you'd have never had to go through that. I woulda taken care of you and you wouldn'ta had to…" he trailed off as he sneered at himself, shaking his head.

"It's not just on you. It'd be easy for me to sit here and put all the blame on you, my life would have been different if you'd stuck around. You were gone and I'd completely given up. But… I'm the one that made that choice. At the time it felt like the only one I had but if I'd have really tried I could have done something else. And I stuck with it because it was easy money and I was good at it. I'm glad I'm not doing that anymore. I don't wanna contribute to people's downfall, ruining families and people's lives. It still wasn't your choice to make but I'm glad I'm out now," you admitted softly. After seeing Billy a month ago and finding out he was alive, you'd blamed him profusely for the life you'd been living. He'd left you all alone and you'd gone down a bad path. You knew Billy would have protected you from that life, he'd have never let you do what you'd done. You knew he meant it when he said he would have taken care of you. But you were your own person and you shouldn't have depended on Billy to be there to carry you through life. You should have been able to look after yourself. You'd made a bad life choice but that was in the past now and you wanted to let it go. It wasn't something you were proud of. Especially since the reason why you ended up in the group home was the fact your mother was a junkie. Just like Billy's mom.

"I'm still sorry. If I could take it all back, I would. I shoulda been there for you," he lamented. You nodded, knowing that telling him again he didn't need to be sorry was pointless. It was also nice to hear it after thinking for a month that he just didn't care.

You felt exhausted from the emotional roller coaster you'd found yourself on and you needed time to think things over.

"It's getting late, I should head out," you said after a moment. He nodded stiffly and you wondered idly if he didn't want you to leave. He stood up and you followed as you made your way to the front door. Your heart felt heavy and part of you wanted to stay. Despite the hard topic of conversation, you'd missed him more than you could vocalise and it was hard to leave now. 

"I'll uh… see you around?" He asked hopefully after you opened the door. You turned to look at him with a sad smile.

"Yeah," you replied softly. He nodded again looking for a moment like he might hug you. Instead, he stayed rooted in place as he glanced at the bunny in his hands and then to you. 

"You should have this back," he murmured as he handed it to you. You shook your head, not making a move to take it.

"I think you need him more. Besides, you've been taking good care of him," you said with a small smirk. He chuckled and lowered his head bashfully as he gave you a nod. With nothing left to say, you gave him one last look before slipping out of the door. You fought with yourself to not look back at him, scared you wouldn't be able to leave if you did. You didn't hear his door shut until the elevator door opened and you stepped inside.

You knew he wanted you to forgive him and in the past, you didn't think that was possible. But now you knew the real reason why he left and while it hurt you that he didn't really seem to consider how the whole thing would affect you or that he thought you'd judge him, you knew his state of mind hadn't exactly been normal. He'd clearly been suffering from some kind of PTSD and with the things you could only speculate that he'd been through, you couldn't hold that against him. It would take time to move on from it and to accept the reason he'd given you after thinking for so long that you were the reason he left. It hurt to know you'd have to rebuild your relationship and trust with Billy from square one after going through so much together. You didn't want to have to do that but you knew too much time had passed and too much hurt had happened for you both to just pick up where you left off. It was messy and complicated and you didn't like it. But after speaking with him, you knew deep down you did want a relationship with him again. He was still family no matter what he'd done. Since Billy left it felt like you'd been walking around with a gaping hole in your chest and spending time with him even in the circumstances you were in, you'd felt that void start to heal slightly. It would be hard and take time but you hoped that you'd be able to make up with Billy properly one day. Maybe even be a family like you once were. You weren't sure if it was all just a fantasy in your head after being apart from him for so long but you couldn't bring yourself to stop the hope that it could be a reality one day.

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Wax and Wane

A/N: Enjoy!

Warnings: guns, gunshots, violence, blood, mentions of guns, blood, corpses, vomit, murder and death

Word Count: 7095

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Chapter Thirteen: The Bite

The Fourth of July, one of America’s most beloved holidays. A day for barbecues, gathering families and friends, and colorful explosives. This night, the entire town of Hawkins was gathered for the celebrational Fun Fair. There were rides that twisted and turned and spun about, carnival games with prizes, sweet and savory foods, and the kids’ favorite: The fun house.

It was the perfect event to keep the voters on Mayor Kline’s side, especially after the protests against him by the working citizens who were put out of work due to the mall’s success.

Ted, Karen and Holly Wheeler were led onto the ferris wheel by the ride operator as Mayor Kline stepped onto the stage where a teenage marching band played. With a wave of his hand, he cut off the song, smiling at the cheers he received upon his arrival.

“Now, doesn’t that just lift your spirits? Let’s give another big hand for the Hawkins High Marching Band!”

Karen watched with a loving smile as Ted hoisted Holly up and sat her down between the two of them. She couldn’t believe that just a few days ago, she was going to turn her back on them for one night of pleasure.

“Keep your arms inside.” The operator said as he pulled the bar across the three, latching it shut.

“Uh-oh! Dad can’t get out now.” Karen giggled to her daughter.

“Why do you two enjoy torturing me?” Ted smiled a bit. Karen rolled her eyes.

“Because it’s fun.”

“Yeah, Dad!” Holly grinned at her father. “‘Cause it’s fun!”

Ted chuckled at his daughter, but his amusement vanished as soon as their seat jerked back, the man groaning in discomfort and slight fear as they were pulled back and up. “Oh, boy… Hoo!”

“But enough of me blabbering,” They could hear the mayor from where they were. The fair was growing smaller the higher up they went. “Who here wants to see some fireworks?”

The townees clapped and cheered and there were even a few whistles.

“Come on, now, you can do better than that. Who here wants to see some fireworks?”

Their cheering intensified just as the three reached the top of the ferris wheel, Ted frowning when the ride stopped at its peak just under the night sky. “Uh, why are we stopping?” He looked to his wife, who slyly grinned at him.

“Because I slipped Jimmy a five.”

“You what?”

“Come on, these are the best seats in the house.”

Holly looked up at him with a matching grin. “The best seats in the house!”

As if on cue, the screech and pop of fireworks sounded. The three looked up at the blackened canvas above them to see the splatter of color exploding across, the remnants raining down afterwards. The whoops and hollers of the townees could be heard below them.

“Happy Fourth of July!” The mayor exclaimed as the marching band started up again.

Ted and Karen happily chuckled, looking down to see their daughter’s reaction. “Whoa! That was a pretty one, wasn’t it?” Karen grinned.

“Yeah.” Holly happily agreed.

Unfortunately, though, Holly was a curious soul like her three older siblings. She felt her father playfully pinch her arm, but she didn’t react, for something else had captured her attention. From where she sat, she could only see the tops of the trees in the woods, but it was the perfect view to see that some unseeable force was moving the trees one, then two, then three at a time.

“Mom, the trees.” She worriedly frowned.

“What, baby?”

“The trees are moving.”

“Why are you looking at the trees, baby? The fireworks. Look at the fireworks!”

At her mother’s cheerful tone, Holly lifted her eyes to the explosives in the sky. It didn’t minimize the rustling she could hear, though, or the fact that she could still see the movement from her peripheral. Whatever was in the woods was moving away from the fair, and no one had noticed it but one little girl.

From the cabin, the popping of the fireworks was a distant sound, and the last thing the people inside wanted to think about. Doc sat on the couch, Max and El on either of her sides with Will perched on the top behind Max. Mike sat upon the coffee table directly across from his sister, Nancy and Jonathan standing off to the side, and Lucas pacing back and forth behind the couch.

“He said he was building something,” Doc had been relaying what she had gone through in the Void once El had left. “That it was all for me and El.”

She didn’t know why, but she lifted her head to look at Will, who instantly met her gaze. He reached over and gently squeezed her shoulder. With a trying smile, she placed her hand over his.

“Is he talking about the flayed?” Max asked.

“He must be.” Nancy answered.

“So, he’s building an army, just like we thought.” Lucas confirmed.

“Yeah,” Mike nodded. “But he’s not building this army to spread.”

“He’s building it to stop (Y/N) and Eleven.” Will finished.

“Last year, El closed the gate on him. I have a feeling that really pissed him off.”

Lucas raised his brows. “Like, royally.”

“And I remember… when the Mind Flayer was in Will, he said that Doc was supposed to be protecting him, protecting them. She has a connection to the Upside Down and the Mind Flayer. And it now knows that the girls are the only thing that can stop him. But if they’re out of the way-”

“Game over.”

Doc inhaled deeply as the mountain of corpses flashed through her mind. “I-I don’t know… He also said… he was going to kill Eleven… and then have me kill all of you.”

The room silenced as the new information sunk in. Max sighed and turned away. “Yeah, well, that’s nice… Why does he want you to do it? To torture you?”

“No, I… he wants me to come ‘home’.”

El frowned. “Come home?”

“As their… queen.” She watched their eyes widen in confusion and disbelief. “He showed me… all of you. And Dustin and Steve… Sheriece… my parents and Holly… He showed me your bodies. And I had done it. I-I’d done all of it.”

Mike leaned forward when he saw the tears well up in her eyes and gently held her hand in his. “Hey…” He caught her gaze. “We know you would never do anything like that. He can’t make you do anything you don’t want to.”

Doc nodded, but she was hardly listening to him. Now that she knew what she was fully capable of, how much pain she could cause, it hurt her to be around the ones she loved. It started with self-defense against people she didn’t even know, then it was her best friend, and now it could be her own family. She couldn’t sit beside herself knowing what may be her fate.

She suddenly shivered and snapped her head to the nearest window. “Do you hear that?”

Everyone went silent and strained their ears, but heard nothing other than the popping in the sky.

“It’s just the fireworks.” Jonathan reassured her.

“No,” Nancy stood from her seat and walked over to the same window. “I hear it now… (Y/N), when Billy told you this, it was here, in this room?”

“Yes, I…” Her face dropped before she shot up to her feet. “Shit. He said he could see me now… That they all could. I-I think the-”

She went silent for a second before fearfully shuddering, her eyes darting all around the room in search of something.

“Doc, what is it?” Mike asked.

“I hear… I hear something. You don’t hear it?”

A couple seconds of silence went by before a thud sounded. Everyone looked to Doc, who was focusing all her attention on her hearing. Will felt the prickling of goosebumps and reached his hand up to feel the back of his neck.

“He knows we’re here.”

Jonathan was the first one to the door, throwing it open and leading everyone off the porch and towards the dirt road. They could see the blast of colors in the distance, but barreling through the woods was the physical form of the Mind Flayer, knocking aside trees in its path.

Eleven and Doc held hands out of fear.

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The facility was in chaos. The alarm still blared through the halls, Russian guards ran about the place in search of their American captives, and said captives currently rode towards the elevator in the cargo cart. Dustin drove it and Erica sat beside him with Steve and Robin in the storage area, a cage-like barrier separating them.

“Jesus, slow down, man!” Steve slurred after being flung around once again.

“Yeah, what is this, like, the Indy 500?” Robin frowned.

“It’s the Indy 300.”

“No, dingus, it’s 500!”

“It’s 300!”

“Let’s say… a million.”

The two burst out in laughter and slumped against the walls of the cart. “What is wrong with them?” Erica jutted her thumb in their direction.

“I don’t know.” Dustin shook his head.

“Dustin, watch out!”

“Shit!”

Just then, they hit a bump, Dustin trying his best to swerve out of the way of the metal barrels ahead, but he ended up crashing into them anyway. The car jerked to a stop, Steve and Robin slamming into the barrier with groans.

“You guys alright back there?”

More groans.

“They’re fine.”

The two children hopped out of the cart and went to the back, opening it for the others to climb out. “Come on. We gotta go, now.” Dustin ordered.

The two didn’t move, clearly having no sense of urgency.

“Come on! Get out!”

“Let’s go!”

Reluctantly, they pulled themselves out (if not with a bit of harsh assistance) as Dustin strode up to the elevator. “Here goes nothin’.” He quirked his brows and keyed them in.

It wasn’t long before the four were being pulled up to the main level of the mall. Dustin and Erica worriedly watched as Steve stood on a dolly, Robin holding onto the handle and pulling him this way and that, the two giddily whooping.

“Hey! You look like you’re surfing!”

“Surfing! Yeah! Whoa!”

Erica raised her brows at their childish behavior. “They seem drunk.”

Dustin turned to her. “Why would they be drunk?”

Steve was thrown forward when he lost balance on the dolly, crashing into a few boxes and landing on his back. “Wipeout!” Robin exclaimed with a laugh. Sighing, Dustin knelt beside his friend and placed his hand on his sweaty forehead.

“He’s burning up.”

“You’re burning up.” Steve retaliated.

“One sec, one sec.” He attempted to pull his eyelids back to get a look at his pupils, moving past Steve’s hands that tried to fight him off. “Steve.”

“God, no.” Steve whined.

“Steve.”

“Ow!”

Dustin got a quick look at the size of his pupil before turning to Erica. “His pupils are super dilated.”

“Maybe he’s drugged.” She suggested.

As soon as Dustin turned back, Steve poked the tip of his nose with a ‘boop’ and a laugh. He sighed out in irritation and patted his cheek. “Steve, are you drugged?”

“How many times, Dad? I don’t do drugs. It’s only marijuana.”

Dustin moved his face away when Steve gave him another ‘boop’. “This isn’t funny, okay? I need to know what they did to you. Are you gonna die on us?”

He was met with another ‘boop’, but this one was a little rougher than the other two. He was just about to give Steve an earful when Robin spoke.

“We all die, my strange little child friend.” She grinned with wide eyes. “It’s just a matter of how… and when.”

Dustin stared at her for a few beats before shaking his head and looking back at Steve. “They’re gonna be looking for us up there, so I need you to tell me where you parked your car.”

Steve widened his blood-shot eyes, his bruised face lighting up. “Oh, can we make a pit stop at the food court?”

Robin met his eyes with a nod. “I would kill for a hot dog on a stick.”

“Ooh!”

“Alright. Yeah, food.” Dustin dismissed with a wave. “Yes, you can have as much food as you want, but only if you tell me where your car is parked.”

Steve furrowed his brows. “Uh-oh.”

“Uh-oh?”

“The car’s off the board.”

“What?”

“They took the keys.” He pulled his empty pockets inside out as Robin belly-laughed. “The Russians, they took the keys. Like, forever ago. That’s a bummer, right?”

Dustin moved his wide eyes over to Erica, who sighed out with an exhausted look. Soon, the elevator ride was over and the four were out through the double doors of the back entrance. As soon as they were out, Robin and Steve exhaled in relief.

“Oh, my god, that tastes so good!” She stuck her tongue out. “Steve, can you taste the air?”

He laughed and copied her actions. “I taste it! I taste it!”

Dustin and Erica stopped in their tracks when they noticed two Russian guards on the other side of the gate, running towards them and shouting. The children cursed and turned right back around, pulling the older two with them back inside. Dustin gave the guards one last look before shutting the door and locking them out.

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Hopper’s shed opened and welcomed Nancy in, her eyes searching for a very specific weapon. When she caught sight of it, she marched right up to it and picked it up, shifting it in her hands before cocking it.

It was a shotgun, the exact same one Hopper had tossed her way eight months ago when no one else knew how to use it. It was ironic, but fitting.

After exiting the shed, she joined Jonathan, who had just ripped an ax out of a tree stump, the two returning to the cabin once they had retrieved their weapons. Inside, the kids were working together to board up the windows with furniture. The couple set down their weapons and lifted the couch together, bringing it over to the front door they had just walked through and blocked it. After every window was blocked and every door was shut, the group gathered in the center of the living room.

“Hey, get away from the windows.” Nancy ordered Mike and Eleven, reminiscent of when Hopper had said the exact same thing to the kids before. In fact, the entire situation was familiar, concealing the inside in hopes of keeping out the Mind Flayer. This wasn’t their first battle with this foe, but they prayed it would be their last.

Circling up, the lot of them stood back-to-back, squaring their shoulders and bracing themselves. Aside from their collective panting, the room was silent. They turned their heads all around, their nerves on edge as they awaited the arrival of the Mind Flayer. They were so nerve-wracked that the squeaking of a nearby lamp had them flinching.

Then the lamp began to rattle, the entire house shaking with the thunderous steps of the monster outside. Everyone gasped and kept their eyes on the walls and ceilings as the lights around them flickered.

“It’s close.” Will warned. He looked to Doc for confirmation and found her staring intently on the spot near the bookshelf. The house shook even worse the closer the monster drew to the house. El looked up and watched through the window as the tree outside was shaken. She and Max jumped when a mug from the kitchen dropped and shattered against the floor.

“Where’d it go?” Max asked once the house silenced.

Everyone’s breathing grew shaky and their stomachs dropped deeper. All they could do was brace for the Mind Flayer’s next move. Whether it was going to break through a door or a window or a ceiling, they needed to be prepared.

And Doc was prepared. She could feel it, in the same place she had been staring. She flexed her fingers, allowing her power to course through her veins and strengthen from her fingertips. Thin, black lines zig-zagged across her skin as she squared her shoulders. Awaiting. Ready.

Just as she suspected, a tentacle broke through and everyone jumped back towards the walls with startled screams. Doc stretched an arm out, holding the tentacle in place as it snapped its teeth in her direction. Nancy immediately started shooting at it, and Jonathan didn’t waste a second to run up to the tentacle, landing the ax on it a few times before another one broke through, heading straight for him. Doc gasped and used her other hand to shove him out of the way.

She cried out at a stabbing pain in her side, looking down to see that the second tentacle had bit her. Her panic caused her to let go of the first one and grab hold of the one assaulting her. The first tentacle didn’t have time to attack her again, for Eleven used her power to hold it in place again.

The tentacle in Doc’s side was exploded in the next second, its disgusting flesh falling to the ground at her feet. She stumbled forward a bit at the pain in her side, but brushed off any hands trying to comfort her. “I’m fine. I’m fine.” She breathed. El had just ripped off the head of the tentacle, the rest of it retreating back to its main body through the hole it had created.

“Holy shit.” Max gaped. That was the only quiet moment they had before another tentacle broke through, Doc catching it before it could reach her face. On the other side of the room, another broke through before El caught it. The two tentacles twisted and thrashed in their holds, but the girls didn’t relent, slowly moving backwards until their backs were touching. With panting breaths, they ripped the heads off, the creatures slinking out through the holes again. Doc slowly turned to face Eleven, a small and breathless smile on her face.

Suddenly, a tentacle that was thicker from the rest shot out of the Mind Flayer’s mouth and broke through the ceiling, grabbing El by her left ankle and dragging her across the floor. Mike and Doc were the first ones to grab her hands and pull her as she was lifted into the air. Next was Jonathan, then Max, then Will.

“El!” Mike screamed, planting his feet and pulling her with all his might as El let out petrified screams and kicked her free leg out as she thrashed. “Pull!”

“I have an idea!” Doc shouted and let go of her sister, rushing over to Jonathan’s other side. She lifted both of her hands towards the tentacle that had El and touched her knuckles together, slowly pulling her hands apart. The monster roared as its flesh was slowly but surely being torn apart.

Nancy, who stood off to the side, reloaded her gun as fast as she could. “Nancy, shoot it!” Jonathan shouted. Gun reloaded, she aimed it at the head of the monster and shot repeatedly. It reared its head back a few times, but it clearly wasn’t fazed enough to let go of El.

“Lucas!” Doc cried out, said boy seeming to snap out of his shock. Without a word, he ran to the forgotten ax, gripping it in his hands and hopping onto the television stand before driving it into the tentacle. The monster roared in pain when it was ripped out and plunged in again. Doc’s job was becoming easier the more flesh Lucas broke. Between her powers, the ax, the shotgun, and everyone pulling El, the Mind Flayer was losing.

With one last chop, Doc was able to easily rip the tentacle apart, the Mind Flayer screeching as it pulled its limb back into its mouth. Everyone who had been pulling fell to the ground, Mike taking Eleven with him.

“El!” He brushed her hair out of the way to see her sweaty and exhausted face. “El, are you okay?”

She couldn’t even muster up the strength to speak, only nodding in answer. At the sound of shrieking, Mike looked down to see part of the tentacle still lodged in her leg. He pushed off the floor and grabbed hold of it before using all his strength to rip it off. El screeched out in pain as the creature scrambled out of the house through one of the holes in the walls.

Doc turned her attention back to the ceiling, where the Mind Flayer slowly lowered its face through the hole menacingly. She could see El about to get up from her spot on the floor, so Doc ran over and stood in front of her sister protectively.

The Mind Flayer let out a roar, several tentacles slinking from its mouth, but it reared back when it felt something grabbing hold of it. Without her hands, Doc was using her powers on the monster, yelling out at the excessive amount of energy she had to use. That, and the pain she felt in her side, blood surely leaking out by now if it hadn’t already. Her vision was becoming spotty, but she knew she couldn’t stop now.

Blood-like liquid spilled from the Mind Flayer’s head as it split apart. And eventually, with a cock of her head, Doc was able to rip its head in half. The distant ringing in her ears grew louder as her body tilted back and her world went dark. Before she went unconscious, she felt a pair of arms catch her and the frantic screaming of her friends.

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Steve and Robin were dazed messes as they were pulled by Erica and Dustin down the back halls of the mall meant only for employees and delivery people. Steve yelled out as they sharply turned a corner, planting his hand on the wall before he could run into it.

“Where are we going?” Erica asked as she hastily pulled the young man behind her.

“Just trust me.” Dustin responded as he pulled Robin. Within the halls of the theater, the employee door opened, the Henderson boy peeking his head out and looking around. “All clear.” He nodded, pushing the door open and quickly leading his friends down the hall until they reached a theater next to a poster advertising Back to the Future. Steve made sure to nab a discarded bag of popcorn from the trash as he was pulled in.

“Doc!” Michael J Fox’s character exclaimed.

“What did I tell you?!” Christopher Lloyd’s character excitedly jumped up and down, the two standing before two streaks of flames. “Eighty-eight miles per hour!”

Dustin urged everyone down the stairs, eyes searching for any open seats until he found two at the end of the first row. “You two, sit.” He ordered and watched them plop into the seats.

“No, no, no! These seats are too close!” Robin complained.

“Dude, these seats blow.” Steve loudly whispered and shoved popcorn into his mouth.

“Then don’t watch the movie.” Dustin frowned.

“We wanna watch it.” Robin back-talked.

“Then watch it!”

A man behind the two leaned over and shushed them, Steve and Robin quickly turning around and giving him the same treatment.

“Sorry,” Dustin quietly apologized to the man before turning back to his friends. “Whatever you do… Don’t. Go. Anywhere.”

“Fine, Dad.” Steve sassed, Robin snickering at him. With hushed apologies, Dustin and Erica hurried to the other end of the row where two conveniently-opened seats sat. With a deep sigh, they sat down.

“Okay, it’s official. I’m never having kids.”

At his words, Erica scrunched her brows and turned to him. “What are we doing here?”

“We’re laying low. Cooling off. Like Oswald.”

“Oswald was found in a theater and shot to death.”

“A week later.”

“The point is, his plan didn’t work.”

“Only because it was a setup.”

“What?”

“He was just a patsy.”

“Tell me you’re joking.”

From behind them, a woman shushed, the two turning around and shushing her right back. “We need to get outta here.” Erica irritably spoke. Dustin gave the two on the other end a glance before turning back to her.

“Alright, you watch Tweedledee and Tweedledum. Make sure they don’t go anywhere.”

“Where are you going?”

Dustin fished his walkie out of her backpack. “To find us a ride.” He stood from his seat and hurried up the stairs. With an eye roll, Erica moved her attention to her task, Steve and Robin staring up at the screen with wide red eyes, confusedly speaking to each other.

Why does she get stuck with the nerds?

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Doc awoke when she was jerked to the side, screaming out in pain when her wound shot with pain. “What the fuck?!” She cried.

“Sorry!” Jonathan called out before everyone exited the car. Doc let Lucas help her out before they heard the sound of glass shattering. Nancy had thrown a rock through the glass door of the grocery store, leading everyone inside. Despite the pain in her side, Doc brushed past her sister and ran throughout the store to grab soap, rags, ointment, gauze-based bandages and a wooden spoon before locking herself in the bathroom.

As soon as the door was locked, Doc let the items fall to the floor, the girl holding herself up against the wall. Something was wrong. She could feel it, physically. Pulling her shirt out of her pants, she exposed her torso to get a look at her wound in the mirror. Other than the blood pouring from her open wound, and the black veins surrounding it, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

That was when she felt something moving within her. She gasped loudly at the sight of something moving inside her side, under her skin. Wherever in her body it moved, black veins were left on her skin in its wake.

The pain it caused nearly forced her to scream, but she quickly picked up the wooden spoon and put it between her teeth. She didn’t want to worry anyone. She could do this herself.

Tears in her eyes, Doc stretched her black-smudged fingertips to her wound, using her power to grab whatever was moving under her skin. She exhaled sharply over and over through her nostrils as she dragged it to the opening of her wound. The pain was a white-hot, searing, stabbing, continuous pain as she dragged it across her damaged tissue and injured skin, the tiny shrieks of the creature within her growing louder the closer she dragged it.

All Doc let out was a short and muffled scream before pulling out a small piece of the Mind Flayer that had attached itself to her. Her blood-shot eyes widened as she held it in mid-air, the creature screeching louder and louder until it exploded, its remains falling to the floor by her feet. Job done, Doc dropped the spoon from her mouth and let it clatter to the floor. With a huff, she turned to the sink and washed her hands.

In the medicine aisle of the store, Nancy had just lifted Eleven’s pant leg to reveal her leg that had a couple gashes from where she was bitten, blood covering her entire shin to her ankle and some still leaking from her wound.

“Oh, shit.” Max breathed. When she saw Nancy picking up the rubbing alcohol and gauze, she quickly stopped her. “What- What- Hey, what are you doing?”

“I’m cleaning the wound.”

“No, first, we need to stop the bleeding…”

From the bathroom, Doc pressed one of the rags to her skin, wincing in pain as she let it soak up the blood.

“Then clean…”

She watched herself intently from the mirror as she delicately wiped her wound with a separate wet rag.

“Then disinfect…”

Her ointment-tipped finger glided across her skin around her wound, a few tears dripping from her eyes with every sting.

“Then bandage.”

Gauze bandage fastened around her stitched torso, Doc fixed her clothing back into place and slumped against the wall, letting out slow and steady breaths.

When Max felt Jonathan’s questioning eyes on her, she sighed and shook her head. “I skateboard. Trust me. Mike, hold this.” She took Mike’s free hand that wasn’t holding El’s and pressed it to the gauze on her wound, Eleven groaning in pain. “Keep the pressure on it, nice and firm, okay? We’re gonna need water, soap.”

Nancy and Jonathan nodded before quickly getting to their feet and hurrying out of the aisle. Clattering sounded from behind Max, the girl turning around to see all of Lucas’s backpack contents scattered on the floor. She frowned at it and slowly looked up at her boyfriend.

“Does any of this help?” He asked.

“No. Go get me a washcloth and a bowl.”

“A bowl?”

“Lucas.”

Will raised his brows at her tone, quickly hitting his friend in the arm and urging him out of the aisle. In the produce aisle, Nancy and Jonathan briskly walked towards the water jugs.

“What did that thing look like to you?” She asked.

“Like that thing in the hospital, only bigger.”

“Yeah, a lot bigger. Like, Tom and Bruce and… Brenda, they merged to become one, right? And- And Driscoll kept saying how she needed to go back to the source-”

“Wait,” He stopped their walking with worried eyes. “You think Driscoll’s in there?”

“Maybe… And- And maybe Heather and Janet, too, and god knows who else.” Nancy took a few breaths to collect herself. “I don’t know how we’re gonna kill this thing, but if we do-”

“We kill all the flayed.”

“And… we end this… Maybe. All I know is…” She continued forward and grabbed a jug of distilled water. “...we need the girls.”

As if on cue, Doc exited the bathroom. Nancy froze as she watched her sister walk about the store, having not noticed the two. She started grabbing food off the shelves, limping over to the dairy section and sitting on the edge of the display. Nancy silently handed the water to her boyfriend and nodded, the two separating.

“(Y/N)?” She whispered once she reached her little sister, who was halfway through her third banana. She sat beside her and watched her face. “You… doing okay?”

Doc hummed with a nod, discarding her peel on the display behind her “I’m fine.” She rasped and opened a box of snacks. “M’just working up my stamina.”

“Oh. That’s… good.”

She nodded and stood, shoveling the food into her mouth as she walked down the aisle. “I need it if I’m gonna kill this thing. Because it’s not killing anyone.” She plucked a jug of water from the shelf and popped off the top. “And it sure as hell is not taking me.”

After teaching Mike the basics of wound care, Max went to find Lucas and Will, who never returned from their very simple task. When she found them, they were at a small firework display, Lucas enthusiastically showing a box to Will.

“That doesn’t look like a bowl.”

The two looked up at her. “Nah, it’s way better.” Lucas grinned. “There is a reason this warning label says ‘Eighteen or older’. This sucker is filled with a hundred and fifty grains of black powder. AKA, gunpowder.”

Max quickly caught the box when it was tossed her way.

“Strap two of these together, and it’s bigger than an M-80. Five of them… we’ve got ourselves a stick of dynamite.”

“You wanna kill that thing with fireworks?”

“Do you have a better idea?”

“Uh, yeah. The girls.”

Lucas quickly caught the box when it was tossed back to him. “Against that thing? They’re gonna need some backup.” His confidence didn’t falter when Max scoffed with rolled eyes and walked away. “Hold this.” He pushed the box into Will’s arms and began piling more fireworks on top.

Back in the medicine aisle, Mike sat across from Eleven, taking a look at her wound from under the gauze and groaning in disgust. “Does that hurt?” He looked up at her.

“Uh, not bad.” She shrugged.

“You’re gonna have an awesome scar.” He nodded with a smile. “You’ll look even more badass.”

She raised her brows. “Bitchin’.”

“Yeah, bitchin’.” He agreed, the two chuckling. At her soft look, he felt his heart rushing. It was then he noticed that they were alone. “El…”

She looked up at him. “Yeah?”

“I’ve been meaning to tell you something.” He inhaled deeply. “It’s just, being broken up, it’s been hard.”

Lucas’s discarded walkie came to life with distorted chatter. They turned to it, but quickly brushed it off.

“And… I like that you and Max are friends now. I like that you and Doc are hanging out again. It’s just, I was jealous at first, and- and angry. And that’s why I said all that stupid stuff. And it’s like I wanted you all to myself.”

El raised her brows at the confession. Flattering, a bit surprising, but obvious overall.

“And now I realize how unfair that is. And selfish. And, like… I’m sorry.” He looked up at her tired smile. “I just, like, I’ve never felt like this, you know, with anyone before… and… You know, they do say it makes you crazy.”

“What makes you crazy?”

He froze at her genuine confusion, lowering his voice in worry that his subtle confession failed. “You never- You never heard that term…? You know, like the phrase, like… ‘blank makes you crazy’, like the word…”

She looked off in thought for a second. “‘Girlfriends’?”

“No, no, no, no, not- not girlfriends.”

“‘Boyfriends’.”

“No! No, no, not boyfriends, either. It’s like- It’s like a feeling or…”

“A feeling…?”

“Yeah, like something… Like, old people say it to each other sometimes.”

“Old people?”

“Yeah.” He shook his head to dismiss the confusion he set upon her. “What I wanna say is… that I just… I know that I-”

The walkie interrupted again, the voice much more recognizable this time.

“I repeat… I repeat, this is a code red!”

At Dustin’s garbled voice, Mike hopped up and then hopped back down next to the walkie, extending the antenna and speaking into it. “Dustin?”

“Mike?”

“Dustin!”

“Mike!” The boy excitedly exclaimed. “Oh, my god, you have to listen. I know I’ve been MIA, and I’m sorry, it’s not because I’m mad. I mean, I actually was mad, but it’s also because I was trapped underground in a secret Russian base.”

Mike only got about none of that due to the garbled connection and Dustin’s speed of speech. “Dustin, you’re going way too fast. I can’t understand you.”

“I know that sounds insane, but the Russians have infiltrated Hawkins! The goddamn Russians! And now they’re using this machine to open the gate!”

The only words Mike was able to understand were ‘open’ and ‘gate’, and that was enough to be worried about. “Dustin, you’re- you’re breaking up.”

“And now they’re after us and we don’t have a way out of here, so I need you to come and get us. Can Nancy drive?”

“Dustin, you’re cutting out.”

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“Mike?”

“Dustin, you there?”

At Mike’s distorted voice, Dustin’s hope began to dissipate. “Mike? Mike, do you copy?”

“Dustin-”

He checked his walkie, cursing when the red light beside ‘LOW’ glowed. “Shit! Not now. Please, not now. Mike! Mike!” He received no answer, so he jumped to his feet, hurried out of the projection room, and ran back to Erica. “Do you have any batteries? Double-A?”

“Why would I have batteries?”

“I always carry batteries.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I need eight.”

“Eight?”

“Shit…” He sighed. “Guess we’ll have to go to plan B.”

She furrowed her brows. “Plan B? What’s plan B?”

Dustin was about to answer, but he took a quick glance down the row, breath hitching at the two empty seats on the end. “Where… are they?”

Erica slowly turned back to him, jaw dropped and eyes wide. She had no idea.

Outside the theater, Steve was draped over a water fountain, his hand pressed against the button as he guzzled the water that spouted in a small arched stream. “That’s amazing.” He gasped before going back to drinking.

“So, like, I wasn’t totally focused in there or anything, but…” Robin spoke from beside him. “I’m pretty sure… that mom was trying to bang her son.”

Steve lifted his head. “Wait, wait, the hot chick was Alex P Keaton’s mom?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure.”

“But they’re the same age.” He spoke through the stream.

“No, but he went back in time.”

Snickering, Steve lifted his head again. “ Then why is it called Back to the Future?”

“He has to go back to the future because… he’s in the past. So, the future is actually the present, which is his time.”

He stared ahead, his brain trying to compute Robin’s words, but they all ended up jumbled together in his mind. When he thought it was clear to him, he opened his mouth to let out a sound of understanding, but then everything became confusing again.

“Wh… What?”

“No, no, it’s my turn.” She pushed him off the fountain. “You’ve had enough.”

As Robin drank from the fountain, Steve took a couple steps forward, absently pulling at his shirt as he did. When he looked up, he was completely caught off guard by the gorgeous sight above him.

The glass panels that made up the skylight showcased the blackened night outside, but the light from within the mall bounced off the glass. That coupled with Steve’s altered vision resulted in the beautiful twinkling lights, their beams of light like ancient Greek architectural pillars stretching towards him and following where and however he turned his head

“Wow…” He gasped, his voice far away and delayed in his mind. “Hey, Robin. You gotta check this out.”

She tore herself from the fountain and joined her friend’s side, staring up at the ceiling.

“Check this… This… This ceiling, it’s beautiful.”

The lights and glass panels brightened and doubled.

“Oh, wow.” She smiled with a chuckle. Keeping her eyes trained upwards, she turned her body in a circle, the lights multiplying and twisting with her. It was such a gorgeous sight, if a bit overwhelming.

She abruptly stopped her body, watching as the bright lights continued to swirl. Her head began to spin at the sight, going straight to her stomach. The two grunted as their stomachs twisted at the now uncomfortable sight.

They were going to be sick.

The bathroom door burst open, the two rushing in with choked coughs. They housed themselves in neighboring stalls and hacked up all of the popcorn and water they’d had after not eating for the past couple days.

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The grocery store was silent aside from the steady hum of the freezers. All the doors had been opened, El and Doc sitting right in front of a freezer stocked with Eggos, legs folded and bodies facing each other. They both had on makeshift blindfolds with the American flag print on them. They let the hum of the freezers act as their white noise as they searched for their friend. Everyone watched them in silence, the lot of them bathed in the fluorescent lights from the vibrant sign above Will and Mike.

The silence was interrupted by the clicking of a soda can pull-tab, Max quickly turning to her boyfriend. “Quiet.” She whispered.

“Oh, sorry.” He whispered back, taking a drink from his New Coke can. Mike watched him in disgust.

“How do you even drink that?”

“Because it’s delicious.”

“What?” Mike and Max quietly exclaimed, finally agreeing on something for once.

Lucas shrugged. “It’s like Carpenter’s The Thing. The original is a classic, no question about it. But the remake…” He took a look at his soda and drank from it again, slurping maybe a bit too loudly. He pulled the can away with a satisfied sigh and softly smacked his lips, Mike watching him with a dropped jaw. “Sweeter… bolder… better.”

“You’re insane.” Mike shook his head.

“So, you prefer the original Thing?”

“What? No, I’m not talking about The Thing, I’m talking about New Coke.”

“It’s the same concept, dude.”

“Uh, actually, it’s not the same concept.”

“It is the same concept.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is!”

“Hey!” El and Doc snatched their blindfolds off in unison, glaring at the boys for their rising voices. Everyone turned to them, the boys staring at them apologetically.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry.”

El only continued to glare as Doc slowly got to her feet, her side crying out in pain as she did so.

“Did you… find him?” Mike awkwardly asked.

The girls explained their findings to the group as Lucas retrieved his cart of fireworks, the group walking to the exit of the store with Mike assisting Eleven in walking. Doc would have loved for someone to do the same for her, but no one knew of her injury, and she wasn’t about to worry anyone about it now.

“The movies?” Lucas frowned in confusion as he led everyone out while pushing the cart. “Dustin’s so freaked out about the gate, he decides to go watch a movie? Yeah, makes total sense.”

Max turned to look at the superpowered girls. “You’re positive he said ‘gate’ and not ‘great’?”

“Yeah, like, ‘This movie I’m watching is great’.” Will suggested, looking at Doc with questioning eyes. He noticed her limp and slid his arm around her waist. She wanted to scream out when he pushed on her wound to tuck her into his side, but she decided against it.

“No, it was ‘gate’.” Doc grunted. “Which wouldn’t be a surprise, since the Mind Flayer is alive.”

Nancy nodded. “Yeah, we just have to shut it again.”

“Then the monster dies.” Mike added.

Max moved to the front of the cart, helping her boyfriend in pulling it through the broken door. “But if not, we always have Lucas’s fireworks.” She sarcastically smiled.

“Keep mocking my plan, Max. Keep mocking it. I wanna hear you say it again, because you keep doubting me. You keep doubting me!”

“Ridiculous.”

“Will?” He turned to his friend once they all were outside. “We’re gonna prove ‘em wrong, right?”

From the medicine aisle that was littered with blood and used supplies, a very small puddle of El’s blood bubbled and swirled, as if it were coming to life.

And, from the bathroom, Doc’s blood left in the sink did the exact same thing.

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