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Darlin' Darlin'

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Make it work this time, Steve. (part 2)

PLEASE DO NOT COPY.

Also, I used a song released in 2020 but it's suit and I love it. Idk how to add cool link, but it's call "Darlin' Darlin'" by The knee-Hi's.

Robin and Nancy ran into a school and quickly got into office.

"Jesus Christ, you scared me" Steve screamed at them. After a second, the group heard something outside. "Stay here" he said quiet this time, looking directly at y/n.

He took random lamp and got out of the room. The rest, of course, also did that. Nancy and Dustin had flashlights in their hands but they didn't dare to light anywhere but floor.

Everyone screamed when Lucas went out of the corridor.

"What's wrong with you!" Steve yelled at him "I could've killed you with this lamp! Don't sneak like that, Sinclair"

"Sorry!! Sorry! I was biking for god knows how long. Give me a second." He explained himself. Now, y/n noticed that he was out of breath and have sweat on his forehead. "Shit! Guys! We god a code red!"

"Sinclair, what are you talking about?" Steve asked, he was confused but all of them were, waiting for any explanation.

"Y/n, Dustin! I've been with Jason and the rest and they've gone totally off the rails. They want to capture Eddie and they think one of you two know where he is. I don't know why you, y/n but Andy said he saw you few days ago with him so they think you two are friend or something" He explained, when Andy told them that she was hanging out with Eddie, Lucas who know nothing thought he would laugh at him. "Anyway, you both are in terrible danger."

Cool, now I've Vecna and fucking basketball team on my tail. Y/n thought, that her life can't get any worst.

"Amazing! Amazing! How I am suppose to focus on saving whole world when some guys in tight shorts are looking for me?" Dustin commented.

Steve tapped his shoulder. "Let's go get somewhere else, huh?" he suggested "Nancy, can we go to yours and think about something there? My parents are home, there's no way I'm driving those kids directly to Jason" He pointed at y/n, Dustin and Lucas "and Robin is Robin" he said. They all knew she didn't had much money but they didn't talk about it, she didn't like to talk about it.

"Yeah, of course. Come on" she said and rushed out side and to the car. She, Robin, Dustin, Max and Lucas went to her car, while Steve and y/n to his BMW.

Of course it wasn't coincidence, Dustin pushed Max and Lucas into Nancy's car trying to get the other two to talk, especially after he heard that Eddie called Steve this asshole.

Steve started driving as y/n rested her head on the door and fasted her seatbelt. Steve looked over at her for a second.

"Hey, you seem tired, you can sleep, I will wake you up when we there." He suggested.

"No, I'm fine, thank you, Steve" she said. He thought she thanked him for a ride or proposition so he just nodded, but in reality she thanked him for all the good memories he gave her, after all. They weren't talking often, who knew if this wasn't their last conversation?

They got to Nancy's driveway soon after and Steve got out of the car as well as y/n, she did it a lot slower though.

Nancy's car was already there which meant that the girls with kids were already in basement. When Steve and y/n got there, they were reading some articles. Analyzing them, trying to understood.

Y/n sat on the couch beside Dustin and Steve took one of the articles and were walking with it around the room.

"Do you guys really understand something?" He asked, looking at his friends for any answers that he couldn't find.

"Pretty straightforward" Dustin said. Steve was about to said something probably rude, he was annoyed. "uh, uh, uh. Everyone Vecna has cursed has died, except for this old Victor Creel dude Nancy found. He's the only known survivor. So if he don't know how to beat this curse, then who? We just need to talk to him" He explained.

y/n sighed, it was seemed like there were no chance for her.

"That's assuming he was cursed, which we don't know." Steve said, he also didn't think it could work out "Straightforward, my ass. You know what, Henderson, a little humility now and then wouldn't hurt you."

Both sibling sighed "It's not a good time for arguments, Steve" y/n commented. "Maybe now no one is cursed but you never know when it's gonna happen so we should find solution as soon as possible" She said. Yeah, as soon as possible, preferably in the next twenty three hours.

"You're right, your brother is just annoying piece of sh-" before he had any chance to end this sentence, she send him death stare "sorry." he quickly said.

"Alright, if you don't mind, it's late and I didn't get a good sleep in like forty seven hours. I'm going to get some water and then you all better don't wake me up." y/n announced and got up to go to the kitchen.

She was friends with Nancy for long enough to know exactly where different stuff had place in her house. So she opened a cupboard next to the refrigerator and found aspirin. She took some in hope it would work this time. When she closed a cupboard again Dustin appeared next to her.

"Hey" he said

"Damn, Dustin, don't scare me like that" y/n looked at him, her face soften. How was she supposed to tell this little men that he's gonna lost his older sister in few hours?

"Why Eddie called Steve asshole? What does he know that I don't know? I thought we were telling each other everything!" He almost screamed. He was so frustrated because they really did told each other everything. But how y/n was supposed to tell him that right now if she knew Dustin would be furious with Steve and probably wouldn't want to talk to him. He would lost y/n and Steve, both of his siblings.

"I have no idea Dustin, maybe something happened in school earlier. Only Eddie know what he meant" y/n suggested. She was sure Dustin was also going to ask Eddie about it, so she just hoped he would come with some good excuse. "Come back down, we have monster to fight"

y/n smiled at him a little. She put her arm around her brother's shoulders and kissed his head as she led him to the stairs. Nancy was on a phone and everyone else were quiet. Two siblings were curious who was she calling now. It was almost middle of the night. Steve put his point finger to his lips to show y/n and Dustin to also be quiet. They sat back at their places on the couch and waited for her to end.

When she put the phone down she smiled and said "it worked!"

"What worked?" y/n asked.

"Well we need to talk to Victor, so I called someone and now, me and Robin are rock-star psychology students at the University of Notre Dame. I'm Ruth. She's Rose. On our way we are picking up our documents. But the point is.. we called Pennhurst Asylum, told them we'd like to speak with Creel for a thesis we're co-writing on paranoid schizophrenics, they didn't agreed but we landed a three o'clock with the director" She explained everything.

"So.. now all we have to do is charm him and convince him to let us talk to Victor?" Steve asked not fully sure about this plan and it was showing in his voice.

"Yes, but it's not your problem. He is a men and had two young and sexy students asking him for something? Come on, believe in us a little, Harrington" Robin looked at him, he raised his hands up without a word.

"So, we have plan. Can we go home then? I'm really tired and I wanna get some sleep." Y/n said.

"Yeah, I will drive you and Dustin. Max, Lucas you wanna go too?" Steve asked, looking at those two

"I really don't want to be around those trailers. Can I stay, Nancy?" She looked with hope at the older girl.

"Of course, you can Max. You too, Lucas. If you want" She gave younger girl nice smile.

"Yeah, I mean, Erica is going to kill me anyway" He said, he don't want to say it out laud, but he wanted to spend as much time as he could with Max.

"Okey, then we can go" Steve announced "I will just go to the toilet really quick. You two can wait in the car" He said and threw his keys at y/n. She catch it. They said their goodbyes. Maybe y/n hugged every single one of them a little too much.

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"Dustin, I need to tell you something, but you need to promise me not to tell anyone else." Y/n said. They were standing next to Steve's car and she was nervously playing with the keys he gave her.

Dustin looked at her, confused. Why she just randomly said something like that "Ok?" He said, but this answer wasn't enough for her "I promise" He added.

"I- Vecna- I think I got cursed." She finally said. Dustin looked at her. He needed more explanation. How he didn't notice? "I- I realized in the office. Max was reading those symptoms that Fred and Chrissy had before and- when I stopped on the way. You know, in school" Dustin nodded his head so she continued "I saw a grandfather clock- it looked so real and I couldn't look away, Dustin"

When she told him whole story they both had tears in their eyes. She knew that already but saying it out laud to her brother was something totally different. And Dustin? Oh boy, his sister. His own sister, who saved him so many times. In Upside down, when their parents were yelling at him for not doing dishes, when Steve was upset with him. That one time when she came to his school because some kids were rude to him. When he fell in playground and tore off his knee and was crying so, so much and she stuck a plaster on him. When she brought Steve home and he had friend he dreamed of because of her. His heart was ripped.

He pulled her in for a hug, which she gratefully gave back. They stood like that, Dustin was crying. He was sad and angry. Why didn't she said anything earlier?

"Hey, you two good?" Steve asked, curious when he was close to them. He didn't saw Dustin face, because it was buried in y/n's chest but it was obvious it wasn't happy hug.

y/n gave him his keys "yeah, we can go".

They got into the car, y/n beside Steve and Dustin in the back. It was quiet, tensed. In this total quietness Steve heard as Dustin sniffed.

"Ok, what's going on? You two think I didn't noticed? Dustin? What happened?" Steve shot with question, which made Dustin look over at y/n "Hallo??" he thought for a second. "Did someone get cursed by Vecna or what?" He asked as a joke, he wanted to make the air less heavy but when the siblings instead of laugh or even tell him to stop joking about it, looked down and stayed in silent, he knew. "y/n? Say something please.." He asked as worry washed over him, when she stayed silent again, he turned his head at her "Y/n! Can you once talk to me!" He was upset right now, he wanted to help, was tired, didn't sleep for two days and now it felt like his chest was about to explode.

"Yes, Steve! Someone got cursed! Now stop fucking yelling an me!" now her tears were also running down her cheeks. She was scared for her life, for Dustin well-being after what might happened and Steve screaming at her only added oil to fire.

"It's you, right?! Of course it's you! You had vision in school right? God, of course you had! Why you didn't tell us?!" Steve continued, Dustin also wanted him to stop but right now even he couldn't say anything.

"Because there's nothing more we can do! If girls will be in time then I'm surviving this shit and if they're not-" she couldn't end her sentence, she felt like something stuck in her throat.

"They- they will be on time. They have to, we are not letting anything happen to you. I am not letting anything happen to you." Steve calmed a little. Seeing her in that state. With tears on her cheeks, not able to talk - it was heartbreaking.

"Stop talk that shit right now" She said. How could he said something like that when he was the one who hurt her like that?

"It's not shit, I love-" He started, Dustin looked at him in hope that he would finally confess. Well, in fact, he wanted but y/n interrupted him.

"Stop it, right now! You know it's a fucking lie! Just like this fucking relationship!" She screamed at him, she didn't even realized what she just said in front of her younger brother.

"But it's not! It's the fucking truth. I love you!" He yelled. He had tears in his eyes, he almost didn't see the road because of that.

"No, you're not! It was just a fucking dare!" Y/n screamed. He almost crushed as he heard her said it out loud. He heard all the pain in her voice.

"What?" Dustin asked, from the backseat. He looked at y/n and dried tears on her cheeks and then at Steve and his teary eyes.

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Steve and his friends were sitting around Caffe table at the party. He didn't even know whose house was that. There were a lot of bottles of alcohol and weed around. He just began his Sophomore year but when you were king Steve, you were getting invited even at Seniors parties. He had beer in his hand as he and his friends were playing truth or dare.

"Steve! Your turn." one of the guys said "truth or dare?" he asked with a smirk, already knowing what Steve was going to choose.

"Dare." few people clapped, others laughed.

"I dare you to.." the guy waited a second, even though he already knew his dare. Everyone in the room did. "..to somehow start dating y/n Henderson, from your history class" Steve was looking at him, wide eyes and his mouth slightly opened. Even more people started laughing, some of them told Steve they felt bad for him "I didn't finish. You have to date her for eight months. I was supposed to be a whole year, but I'm in a good mood."

"C'mon! Don't do that! It's impossible to pick her up. There's nothing I can talk about with her!" Steve complained. All he knew about y/n was that she was good at history. Just generally good at school.

"You know the rules! You know what losers have to do!" The guy responded

"Fine!" Steve said.

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Steve drove his car with y/n on the passenger seat to the school. He parked at his usual place, everyone knew it was only his place. He got out of the BMW and rushed to other side to open the door for his girlfriend. They smiled at each other as Steve put out his hand for her to grab as she was getting off the car, she happily accepted it.

He closed door when she was standing next to him and hand in hand they started walking to the building.

"Hey! Steve!" someone behind them yelled. They both turned around, it was the same guy that dared him. "you two are still... a thing?" he asked, acting surprised. Of course he knew they were still dating. Who in this school didn't know that king Steve had a girlfriend and who exactly she was?

"Yeah, we dating if you didn't noticed. Now, sorry but I want to walk my girlfriend to the class." Steve responded. He wasn't stupid, he knew that the guy wanted to tell y/n about this fucking dare. He wanted for a while because he was testing him about it all the time. Steve pulled her closer and started walking away from the guy.

"I'm surprised to be honest" He said behind her. Y/n stopped and turned around. She wasn't that shy anymore.

"What is your problem?" She asked

"Oh, my problem? I don't have any. I just thought it was a eight months long thing, right Stevie?" now more people were watching. It's high school, of course everyone was interested with drama, especially if it was about Steve and his girlfriend.

"Steve, what is he talking about?" y/n asked, realization was rushing over her. Why Steve just randomly came to her one day when he always ignored her?

He tried to pull her away but she wasn't giving up. Now that she knew there was something going on, she needed to know what exactly.

"Oh, nothing. Just the dare he is still doing. You have fun, right Steve?" He asked him "Dating poor girl. Look at her now, you only taking away her chances to get real boyfriend. She's probably good in bed. Maybe I can try?" He said and everyone around were saying something, quiet comments and laugh could be heard.

"Stop it right now!" Steve said loudly. He was so angry. He knew it was his mistake to take this dare, but it already happened. If only he could take back time, he would. It started with dare but he actually felt in love with his sweet y/n. He really wanted to tell her about it, but always was too scared. There was nothing in his life that the regrated more.

Now, his lovely girlfriend was running back to the exit, tears flowing out of her eyes like waterfalls. She felt so small when everyone was watching her right now. She put all of her in this relationship, she even brought Steve home to met her parents and brother, just to find out it was all a lie? How could he, her loving Steve, do something like that to her? To her little brother who found bestfriend in him?

He ran after her "y/n stop!" he yelled when they were far enough to talk without all the eyes on them

And she stopped, turned around to look in his eyes "Is it true?" She asked, Steve looked at his feet "Is it fucking true?" she yelled this time.

He finally looked at her, he really didn't want to say that but he could lie to her again "..yes" he admitted.

She baited her lips to stop the sobs she felt inside her. She nodded her head and turned around. She started walking home.

"Y/n, stop! I can explain! Please don't leave me!" Steve yelled after her. He was so frustrated and he felt awful. She didn't stop, she didn't do anything just like he didn't existed "It started with dare but- when I got to know you, y/n- when I got to know you everything changed. I really do love you!" He said but how could she believed him right now? He was perfect liar in her eyes.

She turned around for a second and got closer to him, their faces were almost touching "You better not break Dustin's heart, you got this?" She asked him

"y/n-"

"No, stop. He's good kid and he thinks you're a good friend and boyfriend. You better be at least one of those things" She said. He nodded his head. He would explain everything to her when she calmed down a little and they were going to be all fine again, right? "Good" she said and went into her direction. Steve was just standing at his spot, looking at her back and wishing he could do something.

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"Stop the car." Dustin said, if only he knew what Steve did, he would never let him be around his sister again.

And Steve did stopped the car. Dustin got out and started walking home. Y/n sent Steve death stare and ran to Dustin. She hugged him. He was upset, angry. He felt like his sister was torturing herself just to make him happier and as he tried to get them back together, she always stayed quiet.

"Why didn't you tell me? I would stop hanging out with him" he was crying, as well as y/n and Steve in his car.

"That's exactly why I didn't tell you, Dustin. You love him and is a good friend for you. You weren't supposed to find out" she said quietly into his hair.

"I'm not five anymore. You don't need to take care of me all the time and looking for friends for me" Dustin said. He was right and she knew that but in her eyes, he was always going to be little brother.

"You are right, Dustin. But you know I won't let anything happen to you" and it hurt even more, knowing that there's only hours left.

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Y/n and Dustin finally got home. On foot. Dustin didn't want to leave y/n's room even for a second. This little guy, always with attitude and sassy, couldn't stop crying. Y/n sat with him on her bed for long time before he finally become too tired and fell asleep. They sun was already perking though the curtains when the girl came out of his tight embrace.

She sat at her desk and got some clean sheets. She looked over her brother and started writing. She wrote letters for everyone. Her mom, dad, grandma, all her friends: Robin, Max, Mike, Lucas, Will, Eleven. She felt so responsible for those kids, as they were her sibling too.

There were only two people left. Dustin and Steve. She started with the one for Dustin. Her eyes become teary again. God, she wasn't ready for that. But she finally did it.

Now, the last one. She started writing. Version one, then two, then three. All of them were shitty. She didn't know what to say. She wanted to forgave him but she didn't know how to do that. But after so many failed tries, she decided to just write what she felt. She told him how much she hate him after what he did because she couldn't stop loving him. She told him about her fear that he had feelings for her best friend Nancy, again. She told him everything.

He looked over at Dustin, he was still sleeping on her bed, peacefully. She moved his backpack and walky-talky to gave him more space and then put her shoes on. Without thinking twice she left house.

Life on the steeds of Hawkins were going normally. It was already around 11am and people were driving to work, some elders were walking around, cafes were full of the costumers. Everything seemed so normal, just like she was going to life because have she could die when the sky looked so pretty that day and people were smiling at her.

The only different thing was the ticking close all the way. She was trying to ignore that.

After long walk with her tote bag, where she put the letters she finally made it to Steve's house. She knocked at the door. He opened faster than she thought he would.

"Y/n" He said surprised. "What- What are you doing here? I thought you-" you didn't want to talk to me. He didn't had guts to say it out loud. He was happy to see her even thought she seemed like the most tired person in the world. He didn't look any better.

"I- I want you to give those everyone. You know, when I- I didn't want to gave them to Dustin. He is terrified." He said as she took the letters out of her bag.

Steve looked at them, few envelopes with names on them. The first one was Steve.

"Y/n, Nancy and Robin probably already talking with this guy. You're- you're gonna be fine." Steve said. Maybe he just had argument with her and he knew exactly she was angry at him, but she came to him. Wrote him a letter. It was hard relationship, they were arguing but then came to each other. There still were some burning feeling inside them.

"I- We don't know that. I'm just asking you to give them to everyone. Just in case." She said, she had tears in her eyes again and she felt so weak, pathetic. All she was doing was crying.

Steve noticed so he pulled her in for a hug. He knew how she felt. She'd never been a one to cry in front of the others and lately she was crying all the time, in front of Dustin and Steve.

"Fine, if anything happen, I will give it to everyone. I promise." He whispered into her hair. "-but nothing is gonna happen" he added quickly.

"Thanks, Steve" she said. She needed some comforting words, even if she knew they weren't going to change anything. "About what happened in the car- I'm sorry. It just all overwhelmed me and I don't why I said that stuff when Dustin was there. Please, talk to him. He can't lost both of us" She said.

"No" Steve responded. Sky got darker, clock louder. "He don't deserve anything. As well as you. You both are nothing"

y/n wanted to pull away from him, but he only held her tighter. "Steve, let me go" she said.

"Oh, y/n, you really think some stupid letters are going to fix it? You've broken everything. Your time is almost to an end. " He looked up, and the creature in front of her, was definitely not Steve. She screamed and fell on the grass behind her.

And sky was blue again, Steve on one of his knees beside her "Hey, hey! Are you good? It was vision, right?" He asked, he was as terrified as she was. Y/n nodded her head.

"I- I should go before Dustin wakes up" She said.

"I will drive you" Steve suggested as he helped her stand up.

"No, the walk will be good for me"

"We will be there faster if you let me drive you" Steve said. He was right so she quietly agree. He got into house again just to grab his keys and put letters on the table. Then both of them got into the car.

Steve started driving. "Hey, can I ask you something?" he asked suddenly. Y/n looked over at him, giving him quiet permission. "What-" He though about it for a second, he wanted to choose right words. "What was that vision about?"

She looked down, playing with her fingers. Steve looked at her "sorry, I shouldn't have asked abo-"

She cut him of "no it's fine, it's fine. It's just- it was scary Steve, the sky got dark as it was some storm and this god damn clock started ticking lauder and you- you said some mean stuff. About Dustin. and me" she explained. He looked over her with apologizing eyes. Of course he would never said rude things about his favorite siblings but he saw how hurt she was.

"I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry you need to see and hear those things" He said.

"stop" she said quietly. she didn't want to argue again, neither did he so he just nodded his head. But she really appreciate his words.

Meanwhile, Dustin wake up in her sister's bed because of Robin voice from walky-talky. "Hallo?? Someone copy?" She said, probably again because she sounds annoyed.

Dustin quickly got out of bed, in his still sleepy state he didn't even noticed y/n weren't around. Honestly, for few seconds he didn't know where he was. "yes! yes, I'm here. Do you know how to take that curse?" He asked.

"Finally, Henderson! I thought you were sleeping. It's like 1 pm" she said "but, yes, we think we do! thank to my amazing persuasion skills"

"Then how?" He asked as he looked around the room finally. He finally noticed he was all alone. He quickly left the room and started looking around whole house for y/n.

"Meet us at Wheelers, it's long story to tell" She said. y/n had some time left right? He would find her, go meet girls and everything would be fine. So he said they would be there soon. When he was in the kitchen he noticed Steve's car outside. He quickly got to the porch.

"What are you doing in here? And why you talking with him, y/n?" young boy asked angrily. Y/n knew it would end up like that.

"Dustin, it's fine, he just drove me." she quickly said.

"If you are here already, you are going to drive us to Nancy's house. They know how to take of that damn curse." Dustin said looking at Steve. Even though young boy had so much attuite Steve couldn't be happier right now. That meant y/n was safe.

"Of course, just get in." He responded, with a smile. God, he felt like huge weight was taken off his shoulders.

"I just need to go to the bathroom. I will be back in a second" y/n said and she rushed to the door. She tried to stay calm, but she also started to see hope.

She did her business and stated washing her hands.

Then, she heard Dustin as he said "I bet this time with her was torture"

"Yeah man, you don't even know" Steve responded and chucked.

"C'mon y/n, open the door" Dustin said, as he knocked loudly.

She looked at the window. It was dark outside, again.

She didn't know why, but she opened those door, more scared than ever before.

Only Steve was standing there. "You thought I really loved you, huh? You were so stupid. So unlovable. I was ashamed when I was walking with you around the school" He said, looking in her eyes. "You were so easy to manipulate. Just like your grandpa manipulated you when you were child? Do you remember how he used to play with you?"

"No, no. stop" she begged. Oh how much she wished to forgot that all.

"you do remember that right? That's why you didn't let me touch you for months in our relationship" He said "remember how you wanted to kill yourself. You were so young, right? But now I'm here. To end your suffering, once and for all."

"No, no please" She closed her eyes, maybe it would all go away. Just like when she was next to Steve's house.

But when she opened it again, It was Vecna standing in front of her. "It is time, y/n" he said "time for you, to join me"

She somehow passed him at the door and started running.

"That's it, she's taking too long." Steve said. He and Dustin were already sitting in the car so he got out and rushed to door. When he knocked at the door, and y/n didn't responded, he yelled "Y/n! Are you there? We need to go!" He knocked again. And when she didn't even said anything, he knew something was wrong. " Alright, I'm coming in"

And he did. He hit the door with his shoulder few times and door finally opened. "y/n? y/n!" She looked at her, shook her body, She was unresponsive. Her eyes were white. He screamed her name so, so loud. When Dustin heard it, he ran to them with his walky-talky.

"What's happening?" He asked, he was scared, Steve was scared.

"I- I don't know. Call Nancy and Robin. Tell them they need to tell you right fucking now how to take off this fucking curse" Steve yelled. They both were yelling right now

Dustin nodded and click something on his walky-talky. "Robin! Robin! Do you copy? Robin, please!" He had tears in is eyes, It couldn't happened.

Y/n finally didn't saw Vecna so she stopped for a second to catch her breath. She ran so far, she was already in the wood, not in the bathroom of her lovely house.

"You can't hide from me, y/n" He said as he appeared between some trees.

"Robin! Hallo, this is code red! Respond, please!" Dustin was still trying.

Robin finally answered. Already scared by the way Dustin was trying to get her to respond "Dustin? What's happening? Did someone got hurt?" She asked.

Before young boy had any chance to say something, Steve yelled "Robin! Y/n- She's- She's cursed. What we suppose to do? Please" He sobbed at the end of his sentence. He thought everything was going into good direction, but there he was, shaking his y/n as it was his life depended on it.

"What? But she didn't-" she started, surprised.

"Robin! What the hell we need to do?! Just tell us!" Dustin interrupted her this time.

"Dustin! Steve!" y/n screamed. "Help me!" She lost Vecna again but when she turned around she saw red fog coming into her direction.

It was pulling her in, inviting her to come closer. So she did. she saw lightning and heard that gooddamn clock as well as thunders. But she was coming closer and closer. She heard some creatures chittering, she looked behind her, but there was just the same fog. So she got farther ahead.

She was standing on wet floor. The trees disappeared but something high was growing out at their places. It scared her even more but she couldn't stop walking into this direction.

"Music! Play her favorite song!" Robin yelled on the other side of Dustin's walky-talky

"song?" Steve asked confused. Of course he knew y/n's favorite song. She always made him listen to it in the car. He thought it was cheesy, a little bit too cheesy, but it was making his girlfriend happy. So even now, months after they broke up, he kept this cassette in his car and listened to it when he missed her too much (which was quite often).

"Yeah song! Do you know what's her favorite?" She asked

"Yeah, I have cassette in the car. Dustin, stay here." He said, he ran to his car, faster than ever. He knew she still had her cassette player in his room, loud enough to be heard in bathroom. She told him she can't imagine her room without and when it once broke, she broke the college piggy bank to buy a new one.

He found it quickly and ran back. He got into her room and stopped for a second. Just for a split second to look around. It looked so different. He finally clicked play and turn the volume all the way up. He heard this sweet melody and rushed to bathroom again.

Y/n was now walking around. She was too scared to run. She looked around as Vecna was again talking to her. She saw that old clock, when she turned around, she saw Chrissy. She looked frightfully. Bloody face, body wrapped with something unhuman, her fingers broken in scarring way.

She took some steps back, just to hit Fred's body, looking the same. She let out a scream.

"Do you like them, y/n?" Vecna appeared behind her again, with the question. "would you like to join them?"

She started running again but he grabbed her with one of the tentacles. "fuck!" she yelled as she fall onto ground. "No, no no no!" she was screaming as it pulled her to one of those strange towers. It started choking her.

Then she heard song. Her favorite song. The hole appeared in the fog and she could saw Dustin and Steve, shaking her shoulders. "They won't help you" Vecna said "You belong here with me"

"You are not here" she said, with all of her strength.

"But I am, y/n" she put his hand on her face and it become even more painful.

The boys watched as she started levitating "No! No! No!" They both screamed "y/n c'mon"

Oh, darlin' won't you lay with me tonight?

Darlin', darlin' the last thing I need

She saw herself in her room, reading book. She heard something, or someone knocking at her window. She got up and looked through the curtain just to see Steve, sitting on a tree right next to her window. She opened it for him.

"Steve? What are you doing here? It's like 2 am" she said

"I missed you. Now, let me in before I fall and your dad would find me and hate me even more" He said. She moved and he got into the room. Pulling her in for a kiss.

"He doesn't hate you" she said

"He would if he find out I breaking into your room to sleep with you. Let's go lie down in the bed" he suggested. And they did. And the next morning Dustin found them tangled in sheets, they both needed to pay him to keep quiet.

I cannot leave without seeing you, please

So won't you hold me and tell me goodbye

The Henderson's were just leaving for a vacation on their summer break. They would leave town for a month and both y/n and Dustin seemed to can't let go their friends and boyfriend, for y/n.

"I love you" Steve said. As he hugged his girlfriend. Max and Lucas joined, so Mike and Dustin also did that. Now, it was big, group hug.

"We will miss you both" Max said, and everyone agreed.

"alright kids, we are not leaving for a life time! Come on! Fancy hotel is waiting for us!" Mr. Henderson yelled. They said they goodbyes once angin and Dustin with y/n sat in the backseats. They both waved at their friends. Y/n send Steve a kiss.

Before I ley here and shut my eyes

Darlin', Darlin', won't you kiss me on my head

Y/n groaned angrily. She was sitting in Steve's car. But this time on driver sit. He drove them on some wilderness where she couldn't hit practically anything.

"Come on, y/n! Just as I taught you. You can do this, sweetheart" Steve said

"No Steve, I have no idea how I passed this stupid exam." she looked at him "let's switch and drive home?" she gave him her best puppy eyes. How could he ever say no to her?

"How do you going to drive anyway when you so insecure about it?" he asked, even though he knew she was not going to start the car again today

"Well my, amazing, loving boyfriend can drive me everywhere, right?" She asked, with a huge smile. Steve just rolled his eyes but also chucked as he got out of the car.

Y/n did the same, really happily. They met in front of his BMW and he stopped for a second. "You are lucky that I love you" he said as he kissed her forehead. She smiled, even wider.

I'm laying patiently on our unmade bed

So won't you hold me and tell me goodbye

Before I lay here and shut my eyes

She didn't know how she managed to do that but she ripped one of Vecna's tentacle, the one that was holding her.

He let her go, she started running, faster than she ever did towards the hole where she saw Dustin and Steve.

She was closer and closer when some pieces started falling from above. She was trying her best to avoid them.

I said, darlin', darlin', darlin'

Won't you lay with me tonight

And while you're at it, please turn off the light

Steve was screaming at her, at this point he was saying everything that came to his mind. About his love for her, how sorry he was. Dustin wasn't even listening. He just cried and couldn't stop.

So won't you hold me and tell me goodbye

Before I lay here and shut my eyes

I'm leaving, I'm closing my eyes

Please come see me before I die.

The song came to and end. Before they had time to said anything, y/n started falling. Steve tried his best to caught her, so they both ended up on the bathroom floor. Y/n in his arms. As she tried to catch her breath. "Oh, my God" she said.

Dustin joined the hug, he was still crying. "You're safe, you're safe" Steve said quietly. Tears were running down his cheeks too.

"I thought I would lost you" Dustin said quietly. She put her hand in his hair, pulling him even closer.

Then, the rest of the group ran into the bathroom. Robin and Nancy with Lucas and Max behind them. "Oh, my god. What happened? How are you feeling?" Robin asked.

"I'm- I will be fine" she answered her after a second. Now, she was safe, right? She was safe in Steve's embrace.

She looked over at him, how worried he was. Maybe now, she saw something more than a boy who dated her as a dare.

a/n. This is much longer than I thought it would be (I'm sorry). I kinda had idea for this story so maybe it will become actual series, but for now - I think I'm gonna do pt 3. Let me know what you think!

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve stranger things

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piedoesnotequalpi · 6 months

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I’m apparently even bad at coming up with fake titles so based entirely on what I’m currently listening to: “anyway the wind blows” for the fake fic thingy!

Hello sorry it took me a little while to answer this; I was trying to come up with an idea and also wanted to make sure my answer to yours didn't suck. I even did an actual one-shot for this instead of a plot outline.

Anyway I have grad school on the brain since I just, y'know, finished with that. This would've been done earlier, but my parents roped me into watching a weird Australian sitcom. Enjoy!

The problem with meeting your girlfriend in grad school, Katherine had decided, was that when it came time to finish grad school and move on to postdocs there was no guarantee you'd end up in the same place as said girlfriend.

She and Sarah had applied to as many geographically convenient positions as they could find - they'd even applied to a couple of the same universities. But at the end of the day, Sarah's only offer had been at Wellesley, and now that Katherine had heard back from all her interviews, she only had one offer too...in Virginia.

Katherine knew being at UVA would be a great opportunity, and the contract only lasted three years, but it still meant three years away from the person that she knew at this point was the love of her life. Sighing, she opened a new tab to look at transportation options between Boston and Charlottesville.

We should've gotten married, Katherine thought bitterly. Postdoc positions weren't exactly known for offering spousal appointments, but she couldn't help thinking it would've somehow changed things. But between the amount of time she and Sarah had been spending on their dissertations and the enjoyment she got out of telling her parents she still wasn't married, they'd never found the time. She wasn't opposed to it, but she was definitely too busy.

She was comparing the academic calendars for her and Sarah's respective universities when she heard the door open.

"Hey," Sarah said. She kicked her shoes off by the door before she came into the living room and dropped her bag onto the floor. She threw herself onto the couch next to Katherine and kissed the top of her head. "You're home early."

"No office hours today," Katherine reminded her. "Thought I'd leave early and get started on dinner, but then..."

"You got distracted?" Sarah offered.

"Something like that," Katherine murmured.

"Distracted by - " Sarah peered over her shoulder - "Charlottesville, Virginia? You hate the south."

"At least Charlottesville still goes below freezing sometimes." Katherine knew she was avoiding the topic, but in all her browsing calendars and plane schedules, she'd forgotten about the most important part - actually telling Sarah they'd be spending the next three years in a long-distance relationship.

"Hang on a minute." Sarah elbowed her. "You got the UVA position."

Katherine looked down at her keyboard. "Yes."

"Katherine!" Sarah exclaimed. "You got a job! Congratulations!" She threw her arms around her.

"Well, yes, but - "

Sarah pulled away from her. "Yeah?"

"It's a nine hour drive," Katherine reminded her. "Or a plane ride. And it's - "

"And it's worth it," Sarah finished. "You're worth it. Unless you don't - "

"I want to stay with you," Katherine confirmed. "It's just...distance is hard. The last time I tried, it crashed and burned, and what if it - "

"It'll be different this time," Sarah said. "We know how to communicate, we already live together, and us being long distance has a set end date."

"Only if some university is willing to hire both of us," Katherine muttered. "Or two universities in the same city."

"Well..." Sarah smiled as she reached for her bag. "I'd been debating when I should do this, but I - " She pulled out a box.

"You - you - " Katherine couldn't get the words out.

Sarah dropped to the floor. "Yeah." She opened the box to reveal a small emerald ring. "I probably should've thought of something to say first, but - Katherine. I am so, so lucky to call you my girlfriend, and I don't care where I end up after Wellesley, as long as it's with you. Will you - will you marry me?"

Katherine placed her laptop on the cushion next to her before she stood up, pulling Sarah up with her. "Yes!" She stood on her tiptoes to kiss Sarah, only distantly aware of Sarah putting the ring on her ring finer. "Yes, I'll marry you."

"I was a little worried you'd say no," Sarah said sheepishly. "With your parents and all."

"I care about you more than I care about going against my parents' expectations." Katherine laughed. "Besides, our wedding doesn't have to be traditional."

"You know," Sarah said thoughtfully, "If we get married before we graduate, we could both become Dr. Plumber-Jacobs."

"The doctors Plumber-Jacobs." Katherine grinned. "I like it. Think we can plan a wedding in a month?"

Sarah pulled her phone out of her pocket. "Who said anything about us planning it?"

Katherine looked down at the screen to see that Sarah was composing a text to her brother and his boyfriend. "I like the way you think."

#asks #ask game #alex!#isabel.tex #my writing #newsbians #hope this is like...not awful #i don't have as good of a handle on newsbians' characterization/dynamic as i'd like #anyway one of my latin professors in undergrad had to do long distance with her husband while they were doing their postdocs #so it was really exciting for them when they were able to wrangle a spousal appointment at my school #anyway time to scroll aimlessly for a bit and then sleep #gotta get up early tomorrow to visit my friend's classroom and see how they do classroom management!#the learning-to-be-a-teacher grind never ends!#it's a good opportunity though i'm excited #also this was my first time writing a proposal scene be gentle with me #oh and for anyone wondering the sitcom is called fisk and it's very funny

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jjagainst · 10 months

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Photography | Jed Olsen / Danny Johnson x Female reader

TW: Danny is a TW himself but blood, weapons, murder, stalking, language, mentions of sexual activities. WORD COUNT: 3690

You got his attention a few months ago, when the local newspaper hired you, a pretty new face around the workplace got Jed interested in you. Working together made you two grow closer and become friends eventually. The ambiance of the workplace was good, and even though he was nice to you, something felt off about him, but you couldn't really figure out what it was.

You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing. Last night you got home late and fell asleep on the couch without even changing your clothes. You checked the hour before answering, who would call you this late? "Hello?" You said with a sleepy voice. "Hey, (Y/N), I know it's late but we have work to do" "Jed? Man, what the hell do you mean we have work? It's three in the morning" "There's been another killing" That caught you by surprise. "What? Another one? This is getting worrying" You took a deep breath before standing up. "Where are you? I'm on my way" You grabbed your notebook, a pen, and your car keys and left. You were tired, but if you wanted to be the first newspaper to give the news you had to help your partner.

After what felt like an eternity you arrived at the place. There were a lot of blue and red lights glowing from the police cars, and there were more officers than you expected. You parked and approached the scene, sealed with yellow plastic tape. "Excuse me miss, but this is a crime scene, I'm afraid you'll have to leave" An officer stopped you before you could see anything. "Oh, I'm from the press, here's my- fuck, I forgot the ID at home" "I'm sorry ma'am but I can't let you speak to anyone or even be at the place if you don't show me the ID" You had taken a long drive there and you weren't leaving just because you forgot the identification at home. "Officer look-" "(Y/N)!" Both your eyes and the officer's landed on Jed, coming from behind the tape and holding an ID card. "I'm sorry officer, my partner is so absentminded sometimes, here's her ID" He handed it to the officer, who carefully examined it. "Okay, you can look around" He returned the paper and left you with Jed. "Hey, thank you, but why do you have a copy of my id?" "That doesn't matter, c'mon let's see what we can find" "You seem too excited to see a death body" "Yeah, isn't it cool?" "No, Jed I swear, you genuinely scare me sometimes" He laughed a bit at your comment. "Anyway, do you bribe the chief or something? Cause I still don't get how you are the first person to know when someone is been killed and how are we allowed to see the scene" He shrugged his shoulders "I don't know, I guess I'm just lucky" "Okay" You were too tired to keep asking questions, you just wanted to take a few pics of the scene and go back home to get some more sleep before going to the office in the morning.

Jed and you walked into a house, you were expecting it to have broken windows or a forced door, but everything was fine. Police officers were seen everywhere, trying to figure out what happened, and a trail of blood led you upstairs. "Gross" You said. Jed looked at you with a funny expression and grabbed your hand before leading you two upstairs. He opened one of the doors, just to be met with a fresh corpse. "Oh my god" You gagged as Jed placed his hand on your shoulder. "You never get used to this, do you? You okay?" You nodded "Yes, I just need a second" You took a deep breath and held the urge to throw up. You looked at your partner and then followed him inside the room. You first took a look at the place, it was a mess, and there were a few blood stains on the walls. Then, your gaze fixed on the dead body. It was a middle-aged man with several stab wounds all over his body. He was lying on a blood puddle and next to it, you could find a Polaroid picture. You approached the photo and without touching it you took a closer look. "Great, Jed come and see this, it's another Ghostface killing" "Not surprised" "Me neither, but it's the third one this month, I think this is more concerning than we thought" The picture was a selfie of Ghostface stabbing the man. It was common to find this kind of Polaroid pictures in his crime scenes. You took out your phone and took a few pictures of the Polaroid and the body, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. "(Y/N), let's see if any officer can give us something" You nodded and both of you started wandering around and trying to get some information from the officers, but only getting the same answer over and over again "We only now it's a victim of The Ghostface". You finally gave up and decided to wait for the next morning's official statement.

"Jed let's go, they're not gonna give us anything" He sighed, defeated "Fine" "Want me to take you home?" "That would be nice, thanks" "No problem" You tiredly smiled at him. The ride home was mostly quiet, both of you were tired and couldn't wait to get to bed. The morning after a killing was usually busy, with a lot of people doing research and hearing official statements from the police to write a good article.

The first one was a Polaroid picture of yourself he took on your first day at work. You were smiling, and holding a newspaper where you could clearly see a picture of The Ghostface. You were looking away, not noticing someone was taking a picture of you. On the back of the Polaroid, with a red marker he wrote "You cought my interest"

He took three photographs of you.

You rushed to your office as you were late to work. With huge eyebags and a tired smile, you got to your workplace. "Morning, Jed" "God, you look awful, did you sleep at all?" "Yes, but we have to stop doing this thing of sleeping two hours, going on an adventure, and then sleeping another two hours, it's not healthy" He laughed at your comment as you sat at your desk in front of him. "Did the police said anything yet?" You asked, curious. "No, not yet, but I don't think it will take them much longer" "Okay" You rubbed your eyes. "Oh, by the way, look at this" You showed him the picture. "I found this on the floor this morning, someone must have slid it under the doorframe" "Wow, looks like you have an admirer" Your eyes opened wide. "Jed this is so creepy, we have a serial killer killing people and leaving Polaroid pics and now I receive one? Maybe it's not related, maybe it is, but in any case, if there's someone here having a crush on me they can just tell me, it's not like I'm going to be rude or kill them or anything" "Yeah I guess you're right, you look cute on the pic tho" You smiled a bit. "Yeah, I guess"

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The next few months were pretty calm, there haven't been any more killings and people felt a bit safer again, although you felt something was wrong, why would someone who killed regularly suddenly stop if they weren't even close to being caught?

Half an hour later, you got home. You left your things on the bed and went straight to the shower, cleaning yourself with warm water felt like heaven. You got tucked in a towel and went back to your room. It was dark outside already and a cool breeze came into the room through the window. You put on clean underwear and your favorite pajamas, and went downstairs to have dinner while watching a movie, just as you told Jed you were going to do. You don't know how many movies you watched until you fell asleep on the couch. It was almost 4am when the sound of someone knocking on your door woke you up. "What the hell" You rubbed your eyes and slowly approached the door. You opened it to find no one was there. "Hello?" You took a few steps outside and looked around, but it was empty, just you. "Very funny" you murmured to yourself. You took one last quick glance to make sure no one was there just to find a picture on the floor next to the door frame. "Oh no, not again" You rolled your eyes as you bent over next to it. You were about to pick it up when you noticed it was stained. "What the fuck, this guy's a pervert, this is so gross" You sighted as you went back in to grab a piece of paper and pick up the picture. "I don't care if it ruins the photo but I'm not touching this" You took it to the bathroom and put it under the faucet, letting the water clean it. After a couple minutes you felt it was already okay to see it.

"Morning" Jed entered the office, placing one cup of coffee on your desk and another on his. "Morning, thanks" You grabbed the coffee and took a sip. It was still pretty hot and you burned your mouth a bit. "You're early today" He smiled at you. "Yeah, I woke up early today" You shrugged your shoulders. "What are you working on?" "That article about the local fair, I have to hand it in later. Pretty boring" You rolled your eyes. "What do you have for today?" You asked. Jed was the best one writing articles and reports about murderers, and you helped him with it, but now that everything was calmer both of you divided the work and wrote about a bit of anything that was slightly interesting. "Nothing, I finished yesterday the article I was working on and handed it in before coming here, I thought maybe I could help you?" "That would be nice, 'cause all I've written so far is useless, it's genuinely so bad" You laughed a bit. Jed moved his chair to your side of the desk and sat next to you. "Okay, let's see" You liked working with Jed, he taught you a lot of things and was always nice to you. You got used to being with him and just his presence made you happy; without noticing, you had developed a church on you friend. After a few hours of writing, erasing, and rewriting, you finally managed to finish the article. "I think it looks good, thanks Jed" you smiled at him. "No problem" He returned the smile. "I'm going to hand this, I'll be right back, and then we can go home early" You returned to the office a few minutes later to pick up your things. "I love going home early" "Me too, I have more time to do nothing, what are your plans for the rest of the day" You shrugged your shoulders. "I don't know, get home, take a shower, eat some cheap pizza and fall asleep on the couch watching a movie. What about you?" You were genuinely interested, although you spent a lot of time with him, you barely knew anything about his private life. "I'll probably go for a night walk later, when everything is quiet. It's peaceful" "I like night walks too but I don't take them often, I like walking through the forest behind my backyard but I don't think it's the safest thing to do alone at night" Jed laughed. "Definitely not" You finished getting your thing ready to leave and said good bye to Jed as you walked towards the door. "See you tomorrow, Jed" You smiled at him. "Bye, (Y/N)" He returned the smile.

The second one, another Polaroid picture, covered in a sticky white liquid, showed your half-naked body. You were at the window frame of your room changing your clothes, only wearing panties and putting on a shirt, it had been taken before, when you came out of the shower. In the back you could read "You are pretty" and a lot of red hearts around the text.

You spent the rest of the night awake. You closed all the windows, drew the curtains, and sat on the couch waiting for a response to your text or at least to be the time to take off to work. A few minutes later, you received a phone call. "Hi, (Y/N) are you okay" Jed seemed worried about you. "Hi, I thought you were sleeping, I'm fine, I just got nervous and didn't know what to do. I only received the picture, there was no one around" "It's okay, I woke up a couple hours back and couldn't fall asleep again. You sound upset, do you want me to go stay with you?" "N-no, don't worry, I'm fine, it's late and I don't want to make you take the trip all the way here" "Hey it's fine, it's not like I'm sleeping again. I'm on my way" And just like that, he hung up the phone. About twenty minutes later, he was at your place. "Hey, (Y/N), you sure you're okay?" You nodded. "I was just feeling a bit shaken up, I mean, it's a creepy situation" You two sat on the couch and patiently waited for it to be the time to go to work. You felt bad that Jed made it all the way to your home because you were nervous, but at the same time you were grateful, he was reassuring and made you feel much better.

"You've got to be kidding" A feeling of nervousness and disgust took over your body. Just a few hours before, someone had taken a picture of you on your own house and purposely gave it to you, as if to tell you that you were being observed. You didn't know what to do, you felt unsafe and you weren't sure if calling the police was rash, so you decided to wait and text Jed. You sent him a picture of the polaroid from both sides and a message telling him what happened. "Hi Jed, I know it's late but I wasn't sure of what to do. Someone woke me up and left a picture on my door. I couldn't see him but the guy jerked off on the photo and left it here. I don't know if I'm getting stalked or sexually harassed or what but this is getting worrying and disgusting. I took it as a joke when I received that one picture a few months ago but this? The photo is from tonight, when I got home earlier. I don't know what to do"

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As time passed, Jed and you grew closer and closer, until it was obvious you liked each other. None of you wanted to take a first step, dating a work partner was not something that usually went well, and for now, you were fine with just being friends. From time to time, you meet to go out for a walk, to drink a coffee or just to spend some time together; silly dates none of you were brave enough to call them as so.

You were about to leave the office when Jed stopped you. "Hey, there's a new restaurant nearby, I thought maybe we should give it a try? What about having dinner tonight?" You nodded. "That sounds nice, see you later then" You went home and changed clothes, choosing something between casual and elegant, not wanting to look very formal but also not wanting to look very casual; and did a light makeup. You were going to have dinner with a friend, but he wasn't just a friend, you liked him a lot and you wanted to look nice. It didn't took you long to get to the restaurant, arriving at the same time as Jed. "You look beautiful, (Y/N)" You blushed at his words. "Thanks"

The dinner was nice and you had a good time together, talking about everything and anything. There was a connection between you two. After leaving the restaurant, you went for a walk in the dark of the night. The temperature was cool and there was a soft breeze, but it was a nice feeling. Without noticing, you eventually got to Jed's place. "I had fun tonight, we should do this more often" You smiled at him. "I totally agree" He returned the smile. "Oh by the way, there's a Halloween party tomorrow night at the office, if you want to come with me" Your face lit up "Of course, I didn't have planned anything for tomorrow night, so yes, count with me, it can be fun" "Great" You looked at him for a second, his smile, his black eyes, his dark hair, he was so beautiful. A small smile appeared on your face and your cheeks went slightly red as he maintained visual contact. Jed raised his hand and slowly caressed your face for a moment before pulling you in for a kiss. His soft lips pressed against yours felt like heaven. He hugged you by the waist as you carefully placed your hands on his shoulders. You only pulled apart when you ran out of air. "D-do you want to come inside?" Your heart skipped a bit. "Yes" You said softly.

You spent the night together. A night full of passion, kisses and hugs; a night full of love. A night you wished would last forever. In the morning, you woke up laying on his chest, his arms around you holding you tenderly. You moved slightly, just enough to see his face. He was awake too, as soon as his eyes met yours, his sleepy expression turned into a smile, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead. You buried your face in his chest for a few seconds before moving to his side. "Good morning" His voice was hoarse. "Morning" You still were sleepy. He stroke your hair for a few seconds before getting out of bed. "Want some breakfast?" You nodded and got out of bed too. Both of you got dressed and went to the kitchen to eat something. Right now, you were the happiest person on earth. Life felt like a dream, everything was perfect. "I'm going home, I want to shower and change clothes before tonight's party" "Okay. I'll pick you up if you're fine with it" "Yes, of course, that would be lovely" "Nice, see you at six then?" "Perfect" He smiled and gave you a kiss before you left.

You took a warm shower and dressed up. Although you were not a fan of costumes, it was Halloween, even something simple would work, so you chose to be a witch. A nice black dress and a hat made it. At exactly 6 pm, your doorbell rang. "Coming!" You looked at yourself in the mirror for a second before heading to the door. You felt pretty. You looked pretty. You opened the door to find a Ghostface costume before yourself. "Oh God Jed, that's creepy" The man just stared at you. "Come in for a moment, I'll grab my bag and we're good to go" You closed the door and turned around to go to your room and get your things. "You okay? You seem quiet" He nodded. Something was wrong. He was usually a talkative man, but now he was just silent and he wouldn't stop looking at you for a second. He suddenly handed you a picture. You looked at him confused, and then stared at the picture.

The third photograph wasn't a Polaroid, but a picture he took with a digital camera and then printed. In the picture, you and Jed were seen together, having sex. In the back, the words "I want to hear you scream again" were written with blood.

"What the fuck, Jed" "It's Danny, actually" "What?" You were confused and terrified. You froze in place and a sudden feeling of anxiety started to take over you. He pointed a knife at your throat. "So, this is the thing. Name's Danny, and you're the first person to know I'm The Ghostface. I assume you understand I have to kill you, I can't let you live now that you know it, but if it makes you feel any better I have to admit that you're special. I had fun with you and you were an interesting person, but all good things must come to an end, don't you think?" He laughed. "Y-you've been lying to me all this time" A tear ran down your cheek. "Well, yes" A quick move of his hand got his knife in your throat, causing a deep wound. It hurt. A lot of blood started to come out of the wound as you desperately tried to cover it with your hands in a vain attempt to stop the bleeding. You looked at the now named Danny with an expression of horror in your eyes. He just chuckled and stabbed you multiple times before you ran out of strength. You lied on the floor, full of painful wounds around your body, next to the man you loved. He betrayed you, and that hurt much more than any stab wound he could cause you. Now, you were going to be another name on the list, another victim of a serial killer that was far to be caught.

He took one last photograph of you.

He captured your almost lifeless body on the floor, covered in blood. Multiple stab wounds around your stomach, back and neck. Blood covering the kitchen floor and pouring out of your mouth and wounds, the last breath of life coming out as tears flowing down your eyes. You looked at him one last time, seeing that Polaroid camera taking one last picture of you.

Author note: GUYS AAAh I'm sorry I took a nap a few days back while going back home from vacation and dreamed of this idea, I just built it up and I thought it might be a good idea to write it down. Also yes, I feel Danny is a completely degenerate person and this kind of liar/manipulative behavior suits him. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it ^^

"I'm sorry honey, it's a waste having to kill you, you're so pretty and it was fun all the time we spent together, but I had to do it, I have to keep telling stories about killings. I hope you're not mad at me, you're gonna look amazing in tomorrow's newspaper front page"

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#danny johnson #fanfic #ghostface #jed olsen #slasher #slashers #dead by daylight #dbd

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nachosncheeze · 2 years

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The Company You Were Keeping (Blindspot 3x11 fic/extra scene)

Also on AO3.

So on the topic of this wild exchange from 3x11:

Weller: I wanna apologize for the way I acted with Clem. He's a good guy. It's just the thought of you with someone else....

Jane: I'm sorry too. I should have told you.

Weller: We all should have done a lot of things.

The only thing I could think of that would make Weller apologizing after Jane's bombshell make any sense would be if maybe somewhere in there they'd had a fight and he said something shitty to her, sort of like early season 2, casting aspersions on her associates and by extension her as well. Well, the lovely @lurkingwhump encouraged me to try to imagine it and write it down. Apparently my 4am brain decided that Weller should take the nuclear option (conveniently, also prompting Jane to retaliate with the nuclear confession option). Anyway, I'm sorry that out of several ideas you've cheered me on to write, the first one I finished ended up being so mean! I don't think I could have planned this if I tried, but here it is anyway. 😅

Content warning for mentions of infidelity.

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Jane and Weller rode together to the airstrip. An FBI jet waited to carry them to Berlin, where they would - they would - find Jane’s daughter and bring her home. Jane’s former associate, their transient new teammate Clem, would be joining them at the airstrip shortly for the flight over. Kurt wasn't particularly happy about using a barely-vetted stranger, but maybe he'd at least get a little more insight into Jane's life during her time on the run.

The drive was quiet, the tension palpable. It wasn’t long ago that Kurt had stood in heartbroken disbelief, watching Jane take off her wedding ring and walk out of their apartment. She had looked so angry when she said she was leaving, but the look she threw back across the threshold just before she closed the door was filled with betrayal and pain. The distance between them seemed like a million miles, but Kurt felt he needed to be with her on this mission. He was still hoping they could work it out, and this was his chance to take the first step to making it right. He wouldn’t let her do this alone, and however angry she might be, he couldn't trust an unknown element to have her or Avery’s backs. He was going to bring them both back. It was his only choice.

Jane was clearly not happy that Reade was forcing her to take him with her, though. Weller was even less happy that Reade had had to make it an order.

“So,” Weller asked mildly as they mounted the steps onto the jet, “is there anything I should know about this Clem guy?”

“Just what I said before,” Jane answered noncommittally as they stowed their go-bags and took seats on opposite sides of the table. “He’s got connections all over Europe, and he’s one of the best there is.”

“And you trust him?”

“Yes,” she answered, after a moment of hesitation so brief that he might have imagined it. They lapsed into silence as she pulled out her phone, assuming the conversation was over. Weller, it seemed, was not ready to let it rest. After a too-brief moment of quiet, he tried again.

“You say you two have worked together a lot.” She nodded without looking up from her screen. He tried to keep his tone neutral, curious. “So how do these jobs usually work? Do you notify the authorities? What kinds of weapons did you use?”

She put down her phone. “Tranqs, usually,” she replied with a half-shrug. “Live rounds when necessary. No authorities. Don’t worry, we know what we’re doing,” she finished dismissively, glancing down at the screen in her lap.

That irritated him. They were on an FBI jet, using FBI resources, and embarking under the auspices of the FBI’s investigations into Roman and Hank Crawford. This wasn’t just another mercenary job like those she'd done while she was on the run; they were the authorities, and she didn’t seem to be taking that seriously. They were responsible not just for rescuing Avery, but for anything that went wrong along the way. He was responsible.

“But leaving bodies is the last resort,” he ventured, trying not to let his frustration bleed through.

She shrugged again, turning most of her attention back to her phone instead of him. “We try to work without fatalities, but sometimes there’s no other option," she said without looking up.

His voice took on an edge as he tried to pull her focus. “And no authorities, so the first choice is to leave the kidnappers to walk off when they wake up, free to go abduct someone else?”

His challenge had the desired effect. She pocketed her phone and clenched her jaw briefly as she met his eyes. “It wasn’t like that,” she attempted to reason, but she could feel her temper rising in response to his interrogation. It almost felt like he was challenging her integrity, when he should know better than anyone where her morals stood. “The focus is getting the victim out alive. That’s the priority.”

“Sounds to me like that's where the money is."

"I don't see you complaining that we still have our apartment," she bit back irritably. Okay, maybe that was a low blow, considering it was his search for her that had nearly bankrupted them in the first place. But she'd made it right. They kept their home and most of their savings were replenished. The loneliness had been crushing, but in the end the practical outcome, at least, wasn't all that different than if they'd still had two incomes that whole time. And Kurt and Bethany had both been safe, while Avery was… she stopped there. She couldn't let herself think about it.

Weller interpreted the dig about the apartment about as well as could be expected, which was not well at all. That had been a terrible time for him; guilt about Avery's supposed death by his hand, fear for Jane, shame that if he found her safe he may have failed to provide a home for her to return to. Maybe she had brought their bills up to date, but she had recently walked out of that same apartment. Had she really been invested in calling it home, or had she just felt guilty that they’d nearly lost it? He tried another tactic. "Did you make up that playbook on your own? Or did this Clem guy train you?”

“You know what I can do; I was good at it on my own,” she answered impatiently. “But yeah, once I had an experienced partner who knew their way around the industry, I got better.” The way he kept dismissively referring to Clem as ‘some guy’ was starting to rub her the wrong way. The man had volunteered, for no other reason than loyalty, to help rescue the daughter that Kurt himself had concealed from her and left in the hands of gangsters for over half a year. She couldn’t understand why he was so hung up on the hows and whys of the job. If it offended his boy scout sensibilities, he should have stayed home. It wasn’t like she wanted him there anyway.

And he knew it. Now both of them were angry.

"Better at rescuing people?” he challenged rashly, “Or just better at ignoring the law to do it?"

“He doesn't ignore the law,” she defended. “K&R just means skirting it a little sometimes. I told you, killshots only when necessary. Anyway, how is what you and I do with the FBI any different? We take people down all the time, often fatally. You do what you have to, to achieve the objective.”

“We’ve never just left a pile of bodies behind,” he replied scornfully. “We make arrests, there are support teams, coroners; checks and balances; investigations to make sure we don’t get out of line. Our work is about justice. There are procedures-”

She cut him off. “We followed procedures, too. Just because they’re not written down in some library doesn’t make them any less effective. If government procedures could get everyone home safely, K&R teams wouldn’t be necessary. It’s the kidnappers that are the bad guys, Kurt, not us. I don’t get why you’re so mad about this."

"K&R exists outside the law, Jane, and law enforcement exists for a reason. Hell, we are law enforcement, and that hasn't stopped us. We've saved a whole lot of lives, and we've never had to push the line to do it.” She rolled her eyes at his generous assessment of their team's positions relative to 'the line', but he wasn’t done. “There are limits. Maybe you were gone a little too long, and you've forgotten."

Her lip twisted and brow set at how patronizing his last comment was, and though she chose to try to overlook it, she was less than successful at keeping the rapidly hardening edge from her voice. "Sometimes, the law can't get the job done. We can't rescue everyone, and individual kidnappings aren't like the large organized threats or conspiracies we deal with. Whatever the Bureau may think, sometimes negotiation is the right path. And when it's not, extractions have to be fast and efficient. Investigations and warrants are a waste of time; most kidnap victims aren't lucky enough to be able to afford the delay. But we always got to them before it was too late. Sometimes, the ends justify the means."

The law is a waste of time; the ends justify the means. Where had he heard that before? It sounded an awful lot like what Shepherd and Roman adhered to, and it went against everything he stood for. Everything he had thought she stood for, too. "So what,” he grumbled carelessly, “you want to go back to being Remi? Skip due process and work outside the law, slum around with criminals and terrorists again just because they get results a little faster? Is that it?"

There it was, the t-word. The motherfucking t-word. She may have been gone from his life almost as long as she'd been present, but the time she'd spent with him hadn't been idle. She'd proven herself again and again, and he was still carrying around the name 'terrorist' somewhere in his mind? She snapped, shooting him a look of cold fury. "Clem is not a criminal; he's a good man, and he's doing this job to help fix your mistake. And... I don't even know what to say to the rest of that. After all this time, that's still what you think of me?"

He looked away, grinding his teeth behind a grimace of contrition. Good, she thought, at least he has the decency to feel bad about that. Finally he looked back at her, his jaw re-set in his anger. "You're right, that's not what I think about you," he conceded. "But what am I supposed to think, Jane? I’ve seen the kind of company you were keeping. Who the hell was Alejandro Calderon? And I met Dwire Lee. Why are you defending this guy so hard, anyway?"

"He was my friend," she said, her voice dangerously low. And then, before thinking about it, she quietly spat, "We became close. Very close."

The admission was cool, but as the implication registered, Weller's face froze as if she’d shouted it and slapped him. Every one of his emotions suddenly vanished behind a mask of stone, and her heart plummeted into her stomach. Why had she said that? It was over. Truth be told, it was over before whatever 'it' was had ever really begun. It was over because all she could see, all she could think about had been the man in front of her, the one she'd just stabbed clean through the heart of. She shouldn't have told him. And definitely not now, not like that. But Avery was god only knew where, if she was even alive - she needed a K&R specialist, not the FBI, and he wouldn't stop attacking her best hope. She couldn't afford to back down now.

"So you were in a relationship with this guy?" he asked quietly.

"You and I were apart; I didn't think we could ever see each other again," she said defensively, letting irritation be her shield.

"Were you ever gonna tell me?"

"You really wanna play that card with me? Look, it was over. I was trying not to hurt you." All the same, she could see the pain seeping through his mask, and something like panic started to rise in her gut.

They hadn't fought like this since those first few weeks after the NSA sent him to recapture her. Clearly, neither of them knew how to cope with it any better now than they did then. Maybe they were even handling it worse. She was apparently still a terrorist with criminals for friends, and now she'd effectively revealed that she'd made him a cuck. At this point they were both just lashing out to hurt each other as much as possible.

It was hard to say who was winning that battle.

She tried to lower the temperature by finding something they could agree on. "You know, maybe we should just stop working so hard to protect each other, because it just seems to make things worse."

Weller was deathly still. Before he could respond or she could say anything more, she heard her name behind her. Clem’s timing couldn't have been worse. She closed her eyes and sighed heavily before reluctantly looking over her shoulder in greeting.

"Hey. Clem," the newcomer introduced himself as he stepped forward and offered his hand. Weller shook it stiffly.

"Kurt," he answered tersely.

"...Ah," Clem responded as he looked between the two of them. Kurt's stony gaze never left her face as she shifted over to let Clem take the seat beside her. She answered with a warning glare. Clearly they had a lot to talk about, but now wasn't the time. "So is this gonna be…" Clem questioned awkwardly, looking between them again.

"Jane says you're good," Weller interrupted, "so what have you got?"

#yep i'm a week late but one can't expect the mental slow cooker to produce on command #it's called slow for a reason #these babies needed to marinate #i've made some assumptions about how their K&R worked but just be cool and roll with it k?#blindspot #blindspot 3x11 #blindspot fanfic #blindspot fanfiction #blindspot rewatch 2022 #blindspot rewatch #blindspot s3 spoilers #nachos blindspot oc #i'm not a particularly angry person so this was...wild to read in my drafts once i was fully awake #maybe there's more animosity hiding somewhere in me than i thought 😅😅😅#nachos blindspot fics

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In My Dreams (Dream)

Hello everyone, how are you today? Did everyone get their twitch recap? My top 4 were Foolish, Punz, Awesamdude and Tubbo(in that order). Did anyone see the wine stream yesterday. Thanks for 30 followers!! Anyways today, story is about Dream. And it follows the song, ‘In My Dreams,’ by Ruth B. You can listen to it by the side cause well majority of the lyrics are in this story. So I hope you enjoy and till next week.

Dream List Masterlist

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Tonight, at the concert, it was under the stars and the moon full. The wind started to brush against me starting to sway as the songs play. Glancing around the crowd until I see him in the corner. I couldn't break the stare that we had. In this light, he has light brow hair some of which it was curly. I couldn't tell his eye color as for the distance between us. He's wearing grey pants with a red and black hoodie. Maybe I couldn't break the stare cause his hoodie was my favorite color. Before I even realized, he started to walk up to me. He walk with a smolder giving me a laugh. He handed me a paper, there was flyers about this concert, slowly opening it to see his number. " what is this?" I questioned with a head tilt. "Love at first sight, it exist" that all he replied with. But I stopped believe in love a few months before that night.

Only if I saw him in my dreams, that night, maybe it is meant to be. I would call him in the morning and smile. While you answer the phone to say, "I've been waiting for you." My heart will melt and reply, "me too," but only if I saw him in my dreams.

The concert started to end as people were leaving through the door. He never told me his name only the paper with his number. I started to leave the lot just to smile the whole drive to my house. Just thinking about him. How he talk, his hair, his smile and his eyes. We're the only thing I thought about. How can I feel this way without knowing his name? There was something about him that made me question how I felt. Maybe it was love at first sight.

Walking into the apartment, locking the front door, walking yo the end of the hall to my bedroom. jumping into the bed to lay covering myself leaving the flyer on my nightstand. Turned my face to take one last glance while the tiredness took over. Before I even knew, with a blink, i was at a park walking a dog. It was different dimensions. The trees, the flowers and the stands were different shades. My eyes started to explore more only to see something similar. He's here. My eyes started to soften. He's the same guy from the concert. Finding a little stand, found a napkin using a pen. Walking over to him as he talked to his friends. Tapping his shoulder, giving a smile. He turned and it was the same smile my heart was pumping quickly. We both stared for a while till I handed the paper to him as he broke the stare. "What is this?" He glanced up from the napkin. "I guess love at first sight it exist."

Waking up from the dream, I hurriedly looked for my phone. To just call him. The paper fell to the floor as I called him. Waiting to rings.

*ring ri-*

"Hello who is this," I held my phone tighter as I sat up from my bed. "Hey this is the person that you gave your number to last night at the concert." I heard his cough while the bed creaking to sit up. "Oh hey I've been waiting for you like to call thought you weren't going to," I broke into a smile pulling up my legs closer to my body. "Well sorry for the long wait but I've also been waiting for you."

Between the two the rest is history.

#x y/n #twitchstreamer #fanfic #mcyt x y/n #mcyt fanfiction #feral boys #dreamteam #dtqk #dream x y/n #dreamwastaken #dream #dream x fem!reader #dream x you #dream imagine #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken x you

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nonelvis · 2 years

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fic meme responses to most questions from the last post, long enough that it needs a cut

— How long have you been writing fanfiction? I went back and checked the date on my first drabble, and holy shit, I've been doing this for just over 15 years?!?

— Do you have a favorite word? (One that you love. Doesn’t necessarily have to be one you use all the time.) "Moist"

I kid, I kid, but anyway, this is an impossible question to answer, because so many words are so entertaining to say and write. Persnickety! Onomatopoeia! Elementary!

— Share a favorite run-on sentence that you’ve written. I have a lot of fic and a fair number of (deliberate) run-ons because they're great for pacing, especially in sex scenes, so remembering which fics have them is actually a little tough! But here's one I found in a Ten/Missy story:

“You must really be hard up for it if you’ve come looking for me,” the Doctor had said, or “if you really want a consolation prize now that I’ve beaten you, we could try the lucky dip at the funfair,” while the Master had cut deeper: “You’re still the weak-willed Academy washout you always were, or you wouldn’t be here,” and once, “Remember how this feels, because I’m going to do it to Martha Jones when I find her.”

— Share a bit of a scene that you’ve written that still gives you FEELS. This paragraph from my Handy/alt!Ace fic will always get me:

Whenever he sees her, he recalls a past that was his, yet wasn't, and was never hers. Nostalgia aches where a second heart once beat. He can, and does, share stories with Rose, but Rose knows what it's like to travel with him; Ace doesn't, and never will.

— What is your favorite kind of character interaction to write? Snappy dialogue, especially if there's conflict between the characters. Doctor/Master fic is great for this.

— Do you have a hyper-specific genre? I am that person who will take the wacky pairing and run with it. This means I wrote what as far as I can tell is the first Sixth Doctor/Donna story (Teaspoon, AO3); Unicorn Frappuccino/Juicero; Coppy the Tumblr April Fool's gag as service!sub; the first Gritty/Murph the Hasbro mascot fic; Badgey from Star Trek: Lower Decks/Clippy the Microsoft Office assistant fic; and more.

— Any personal or frequently used tags? "i'm sorry, i'm so sorry"

The previous question explains why.

— Share a joke or funny moment that you’ve written that still makes you laugh.

"I could be wrong," the Doctor said, "but I'm fairly certain 'rebound sex' is not one of the five stages of grief."

— Best editing tip? Put your work down for at least 24 hours before editing it, and preferably longer, like a week or two. The urge to post immediately is strong, but IMO you edit with a clearer head if you let things sit.

— What drives you to write? I've always written. I have a degree in it. I've co-written three (non-fiction) books. But I don't always have time or energy to write fiction, which is endlessly frustrating, and if I'm going to write fic, I have to truly be so in love with the source material that I can't get it out of my head.

— What is your biggest challenge in writing? I would kill to write a novel. Unfortunately, I am clearly destined for short stories for the rest of my life.

— What story or scene are you most proud of? This is a really hard one to answer, but I'm very proud of Tangrams, the Handy/Rose/River story it took me several years to write because I couldn't do it until I'd figured out a way for the pairing to work organically. (Teaspoon, AO3)

— Please link your profile so we can admire your works! I run A Teaspoon And An Open Mind, the Doctor Who fanfic archive, so obviously I'm going to link to myself there. But I have fic from other fandoms as well on AO3.

#meme

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opalesense · 3 years

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you asked for it

kaeya & f!reader [NSFW]

4.2k words • ~30 min. read

summary: after a frustrating and touch starved week, kaeya catches you playing with yourself despite promising you wouldn’t while he was gone. needless to say, he is not happy.

warnings: sadist kaeya, lots of degradation, choking, bondage, spanking, belt whipping, facefucking

notes: i’m so embarrassed to post this because i’ve never written a full nsfw thing before hahahhddhdhd anyway i’m going to hell... also if you can spot canon voice lines i’ll give you a smooch

"I’M HOME, PRINCESS!"

Kaeya's alluring voice marked his distant presence outside the bedroom door. The sound of the front door closing behind him made me jump and snapped me out of my daydreaming state. I could hear him taking off his shoes and putting his bags down on the dining table, the sounds of his coat shuffling off his body and onto the coat rack making my thoughts race even faster.

He's home already? I thought he was coming home tomorrow!

"Our new recruits did so well in training that Jean let me off a day early. They don't need anything else from me for now," he said, as if he were reading the questions that bubbled in my head. "Can you believe it? I hardly ever get a break. I guess today is truly my lucky day."

Panic began to bubble in my stomach now as I heard his footsteps quickly advancing towards me, giving me no time to cover up the sticky situation I put myself in.

Literally, a sticky situation.

I had been spending the last half hour curing my loneliness in bed, using my hands to replace the pleasure I was missing so badly from Kaeya. His sudden return home made me curse under my breath. I was so close to a release too.

I quickly pulled my fingers away and sprung up from the bed, rushing to the dresser to find some clothes to throw on. But as soon as I pulled the nearest shirt over my head, the bedroom door creaked open, revealing the handsome figure standing and immediately pinning his eyes at me.

"Hi, Kaeya!" I turned and took a few steps towards him, immediately wrapping my arms around his torso and burying my head in his chest. He smelled like sweat and hard work. "Welcome home, sweetheart!"

"[Y/N]," Kaeya placed cold hands on my lower back to return the hug and gave me a sweet smile, "what were you doing just now, cutie?"

"I was just about to take a bath," I quickly lied and cupped his face with my dry hand to give him a peck on the cheek. "Care to join me?"

His expression suddenly changed from gentle and loving to unimpressed. He could see through my lie – I could tell. He was always so good at spotting my lies. His blank eyes pierced through mine, sending a shiver down my spine. Or maybe that was his hands slowly freezing up my skin with his vision, the annoyance easily seeping through his sharp stare.

"Are you sure, princess?" he reached to grab my other hand and lifted it up to his face, licking my wet fingers without breaking eye contact. He let out a deep growl at the taste, his eyes turning more dangerous by the second. Any hopes of me escaping this lie were completely gone now. "It doesn't seem like you were... 'just about to take a bath.'"

"Kaeya..." my body quivered at his strong grip on my hand, "Listen, I’m so sorry, I was just so lonely without you–"

His face inched closer to mine as he slowly walked both of us to the edge of the bed. "You couldn't wait for a week?" his sharp voice tickled my ears, "I specifically told you to wait for me, didn't I? You even promised me you would."

"Y-yes, I did promise," we stood at the foot of the bed, my naked hips desperately pressed into his. "I’m so sorry–"

"Yeah, you’re 'so sorry,'" he mocked me and rolled his eyes with a smirk. "You better be sorry, sweetheart. I missed you too, but at least I kept up my end of the promise and didn't touch myself while I was gone, unlike some slut I know," he hissed.

Suddenly, he wrapped his other hand around my neck and began applying pressure, pinning me down into the mattress. His clothed knee spread my legs open and pressed against my sensitive clit, driving more shivers up my spine and triggering a moan from my throat that only came out as a weak whimper. His face leaned down to mine to give me slow, gentle kisses. "My slut," he whispered between kisses, squeezing my throat harder, "I can’t believe I’m in love with a stupid disobedient bitch."

The insults only made my core light up with satisfaction. I closed my eyes and relaxed into his touch, forgetting about all the consequences I knew he would lay out for me in a few moments. I could tell he missed me just as much as I missed him with how gentle and loving his kisses were in contrast to his hand suffocating me. We kissed as if this was our last time ever seeing each other, as if the world was going to end in one minute. My heart thumped with excitement as the realization that he was finally back home began to settle in.

He released my poor throat and instead ran his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp and deepening the kiss. His lips began moving with a purpose, groans escaping and movements getting more and more desperate. "[Y/N]," he muttered into my own lips, "I missed you so much, princess. You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this."

He slowly separated his face from mine and nuzzled his head into my neck, biting and suckling my already bruised skin from all the other love marks he had given me last week as a memento before he left. "I’m not going easy on you after this, sweetheart. Savor my mercy while it lasts."

I grew restless after a few minutes of him licking and nibbling at my neck and started to grind my hips on his knee, wanting some kind of advancement in this hazy evening. He took notice of this and paused his kisses, lifting his eyes to meet mine. I pleaded for more action with a pout, to which he replied by removing his knee and instead tucking his thighs below mine with my legs pinned at his sides. I let out a shaky exhale at the realization that his bulge was mere inches away from my holes.

"What's the hurry, princess?" he leaned down to run his hands up my sides, dragging my loosely fitted shirt along with him. "Is there something you're waiting for?"

He pulled the shirt up enough to expose my anticipating breasts, perked with excitement at his chilled fingers. I gasped at the bite of the cold air he was manifesting. "Kaeya, please..."

“Please what?" he traced a finger on the underside of my breasts and planted more kisses across my collarbone, "Use your words, baby.”

"Stop teasing me, please," I begged with shame, "You know I want you... I need you inside of me..."

He hummed as if he were processing my answer. Instead of using his own words, he responded by completely pulling the shirt off of me and twisting it into a long strip. He grabbed both of my hands and pinned them above my head, purposefully pressing his bulge against my aching hole. He hesitated to look down at me, his eyes becoming consumed with pure lust.

"Final warning, [Y/N]. Do you want to do this now?" Any remaining gentleness seemed to slowly spill out of his voice as he made it apparent he was asking for my consent. My core lit up once more knowing we were just getting started.

I trembled with a mixture of excitement and fear, not knowing what he had under his sleeve tonight after the touch deprived days that broke our usually consistent sex streak. We were two lovers in desperate need of pleasure. "I need to be fucked senseless," my voice shakily begged, "I need to be covered in your cum by sunrise, sir."

He raised his eyebrows at the vulgar language that spewed out of my mouth, knowing how uncharacteristic it was for me to beg before we've begun. Judging by the evil smirk that formed on his face, those two simple sentences were enough to send him over the edge and into complete darkness. An evil chuckle escaped his lips. The glint in his eyes that was once loving and sweet became borderline malicious within seconds.

"Safeword?" he breathily muttered with a grin.

"Diluc," I sarcastically sneered at him, knowing how much he hated when I used his brother's name as a safeword, even if it was just a joke. His hand quickly struck me across the face, catching me by surprise. The sting made my eyes swell with small tears.

"Fucking brat, always messing around with me," he chuckled. "But you know, I could always arrange something for the three of us–"

"Kaeya!" I interrupted him and he laughed at my flustered face. We had been joking about a threesome for quite some time now. At least... I was joking about it. Maybe he seriously meant it.

He guided his hands to make me sit up then pinned my arms behind my back. "It’s just a suggestion," he grinned at the thought while tying my wrists together with my own shirt. "Oh, to see my little princess squirm with both her holes pounded crying with pleasure and pain... That would be quite the sight indeed, don't you think?"

“Please shut up,” I giggled, bucking my hips into his for an ounce of stimulation. He tightened the fabric around my wrists and tugged at it a few times to make sure it stayed in place. He gently laid me down again, enjoying the sight of my naked body fully exposed to him.

"Now for the fun part," he smiled.

He sat up to take his own shirt off and set it aside. My eyes widened at the sight of his toned torso, my mouth practically drooling as my gaze traced his muscular abdomen. His delectable skin glistened in the light of the fading sunset and I couldn't help but stare at his beautiful body. To my dismay, my staring was interrupted by his shirt being placed over my eyes as he blindfolded me, pausing the fantasies in my head that came with that delicious sight.

I felt Kaeya’s hands turn my vulnerable body so my chest pressed against the bed, my back arching to greet his face with my holes. He snickered at the sight of me being drenched as a result of him teasing me for the past ten or so minutes with kisses and cold fingers. All I could feel was his chilled breath tormenting my wetness and a hand caressing my inner thigh. "Seems like you're so eager to be touched despite ruining yourself with your own fingers.”

"Y-yes," I whimpered as one finger outlined my entrance, making me gasp. "More..."

He suddenly slapped my ass with his other hand, earning a yelp from my throat. "I’ll think about it after I punish you, cunt. Don't think I have forgotten about that."

He got off the bed to stand up and pulled my body closer to the edge of the mattress. "Now, count to fifty."

I hesitated. "Fifty? What do you mean–"

"Do I seriously need to repeat myself for your dumb whore brain?" he responded slowly and sternly as if he were spelling it out for me. "Count to fifty now before I leave you here and drink at the tavern tonight instead. You wouldn’t want to waste an opportunity to get fucked stupid by my fat cock tonight, would you?"

I paused again thinking about why he'd want me to count in this situation before shyly starting. "One–"

SLAP!

"Fuck!" I instinctively buried my face into the sheets as his hand stung my ass. That hurt way more than it should. That's why he wants me to count?

"If I hear anything out of that mouth other than numbers I will not hesitate to leave you here. No cursing, no gasping, no moaning. Do you understand? Now pull yourself together and count. Start from one again."

I quivered at the thought of him leaving me here after already being separated for a week. I suppose the pain I’ll soon endure is my punishment, after all. So with no hesitation, I obeyed what he told me to do.

"One..."

SLAP!

“T-two...!"

SLAP!

It hurt so bad and it had barely begun. “Three..."

SLAP!

“Pick up the pace, my little painslut. You can handle it."

"Four..."

SLAP!

“Five..."

SLAP!

"You're doing so well, princess."

Soon enough, we were nearing the end. I truly underestimated Kaeya's strength with each smack. Sometimes I forget that he's a Knight of Favonius, that he has a vision, and that he trains nearly every day to maintain his strength. His blows were hellish now in comparison to the first few counts, which were extremely gentle in hindsight. And he never hesitated with each slap, as if he wanted to do this to me for a long time.

“Forty eight..." I was a teary eyed mess at this point, trembling at the pain that stung like a million needles.

SLAP!

“Forty nine..." I whimpered, thinking about how i got myself into this situation, never being punished by him like this before.

SLAP!

“F-Fifty!"

SLAP!

I sobbed at the aching pain while he simply chuckled. He sat next to me and sighed contently. "How do you feel, princess?"

"P-please stop... no more..." I muttered incoherently as the pain didn't seem to fizz away.

"You have a safeword you know. But it would be a shame to stop now when we’ve only just begun," he caressed my bruised skin with care, making me flinch instinctively. I gulped.

No. I'm not going to stop here.

"Tell me how you feel, my love. Don't be shy."

I paused, struggling to come up with the right words when all my brain could focus on was the excruciating soreness. "I-it hurts s-so much..."

"I know, baby. But that's what you get for disobeying me. You’ve learned your lesson, I hope?"

"Yes, I-I've learned my lesson, sir," I breathily cried, "I w-won't ever do it again..."

Suddenly I felt his thumb caress my wetness, eliciting a gasp from my throat. "Oh? But it seems like you actually really enjoyed that," he played with my aching folds as I stifled my moans, not sure if I was allowed to make noise. "Well, princess... that's not what a punishment is for, don't you think?"

He pulled away his hand as he stood up which made me whine at the loss of touch. I heard him undo his belt, but once it was off, I didn't hear him unzip his pants like I had hoped for. Instead, I felt a leather strip gently trail down my thigh.

"Your skin isn't that pretty shade of purple I was hoping for either. In fact, if I had to take a guess, I would say it's red from pleasure instead of pain."

"Wait, Kaeya! No, please, it really does hurt...!" I weakly muttered as the realization settled in when he gently tapped my skin with the looped leather.

"I don't think you realize how long I've waited for a moment like this, baby," his gravely whisper struck a genuine fear into my stomach, "A moment when you'd slip up so I'd have an excuse to make you quiver in pain. You've been such a good girl for so long that I've never had a moment where I can make you beg for my forgiveness. Which, as a matter of fact, there hasn't been a single moment so far where you've begged. I assume you haven't actually learned your lesson yet."

He brought his hand up to prepare for a blow. "I'm going to brand you. I'm going to make your skin raw until I feel tired. And I can last all night and all day, baby. You know that."

He whipped the belt down to meet my thigh, creating a new kind of pain that made me cry out in desperation. This was a new side of Kaeya that I have never seen before. A new darkness had consumed him so suddenly that I sat on the fence of being terrified and being turned on at the same time.

And this was still only the beginning.

"Convince me to forgive you or bleed. Your choice."

He immediately whipped me at a quick, consistent rhythm, paying more attention to my thighs in addition to my already bruised ass. At times the belt would land on my holes, which made me twitch with excitement and agony at the same time. This isn’t like him. Why is he doing this to me?

"K-Kaeya, please stop!" I moaned out after a few hits, "P-please stop, I'm begging you!"

“Try again, slut."

More hits landed with sharp hisses sizzling off of my skin. "K-Kaeya, I'm so sorry! P-please forgive me–"

“I don't even know what you're apologizing for," he interrupted with that damned teasing tone of his, "Could you remind me again?"

The blows got stronger, more urgent and unforgiving, hitting any inch of exposed skin even if it was already raw. "I-I'm so sorry for disobeying you... I'm sorry for t-touching myself without your permission...! P-please stop, I just want you inside of me–"

He paused the hits to emphasize his words, which were muttered through gritted teeth. "I don't give a single fuck about what you want, whore. You’re just a toy for my amusement and somehow you still managed to fuck up."

He quickly resumed the stings. "I'll be a g-good girl from now on! P-please... Please just forgive me! K-Kaeya!" my voice slowly raised in volume in cries for the pain to stop.

"Dumb whore. It’s funny that you think I believe you."

“Y-yes, I’m a dumb whore!" I scrambled for words and just copied his. There was no use in begging anymore. A part of me hoped I would be beat to unconsciousness under him just to relieve myself of this pain momentarily.

He let out a groan and a low maniacal laughter, "Seeing your veins under my belt makes my cock twitch, princess. I'm not sure if I want to stop, even if you kept asking me to."

I couldn't take it anymore. The pain hurt so bad but as fucked up as it was, I was still so unbelievably aroused by him. The thought of him getting so aroused by me pulled out some kind of satisfaction within, despite the borderline torture I was experiencing. Maybe he was so comfortable with hitting me because he saw my body as just another criminal to interrogate and punish. Maybe he was releasing pent up frustration on me. Why is all of this so arousing?

I felt my core light up as my thighs squeezed together. For a moment, I forgot about the pain and a wave of pleasure washed over my body, sending twitches through the nerves in my legs. "K-Kaeya, actually p-please stop, I think I'm gonna c-cum...!"

He disappointedly cursed under his breath and let me feel one last blow for good measure before letting go of his grip on the belt and tossing it onto the bed. “Fine. That’s enough for now.”

He climbed over my curled up body so his bulge pressed against my tied hands near my tailbone, my head trapped between his hands on the mattress. He stayed hovering over me, slowly panting.

"I don't have enough words to describe how much you're turning me on right now," Kaeya began to slowly whisper. I could feel how hard he was by how he nestled himself into my tied hands. "Your body shaking under mine, shaking in pain and pleasure... And to think you were going to cum by my belt alone... You really are a slut, [Y/N]."

"K-Kaeya, I'm your slut... and I need your cock in me now," I weakly interrupted him, "I n-need to be fucked... right now, please, I'm begging you..."

He stayed there for a moment, taking in the sight of my helplessness before standing up at the edge of the bed again. He guided my shaking torso up to finally flip me on my back, pulling me closer so my head hung over the edge. My lower half felt so relieved to finally make contact with the soft sheets, which were slightly damp from sweat and possibly my own wetness. I felt him wrap the belt around my neck, letting the loop gently tighten around my throat as he tugged. I couldn't help but be reminded that he could kill me here if he really wanted to. I was completely surrendered to him.

I heard him finally take off his pants with the other leg, the scent of his sweaty skin tickling my nose. I have never longed to get this stupid blindfold off and lay my eyes on his figure already. It had been so long since we’ve seen each other and now that he’s here I couldn’t even fully appreciate the sight of him. Nevertheless, I felt the shadow of his cock drape over my face and let out an exhale before he tugged the belt to catch my attention.

“Don't make me tell you what to do."

I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out eagerly which earned a chuckle from him. He slowly pressed the tip of his cock into my awaiting throat, groaning loudly in the process. he was surprisingly gentle about making sure I wouldn't choke immediately. "F-fuck yes, [Y/N]... taking all of it in like a good slut..."

As soon as his long member hit the back of my throat, he tugged the belt tightly and groaned deeper. My throat spasmed at the suffocating sensation which he responded to by pulling tighter. I tried my best to relax. "Behave," he reminded me.

He began fucking my throat with no mercy, gradually quickening his pace but never pulling out or pausing to let me catch my breath. He had trained my throat over the past few months for this, but the belt added a whole other level of difficulty and torment. The muscles of my throat tightening around him more than usual made him breathlessly curse and praise me. "Such a good slut... My whore is doing so well taking my big cock...”

He eventually let go of the belt to place both of his hands on either side of my face and fuck my mouth senselessly, ignoring my sputtering and cries for help at the suffocation. It felt like I was drowning, but all I could think about was how good it felt to pleasure him, to hear his grunts and sighs of relief. His praises were consistent, a stark contrast to the way he degraded and pummeled me into the ground like a prisoner. Before I nearly passed out at the cut off oxygen, all his pent up frustration over the past week suddenly flooded my throat as his warm fluid was dumped into my mouth, deep groans and heavy breaths filling up the room. His breath stuttered as I swallowed each pump of cum he fed me with hazy eyes, somehow enjoying this moment despite suffocating as he used his thumb to caress my face. Kaeya placed a hand on the bed and pulled his hips away from my hanging head, leaning over my body and keeping only the tip of his cock inside my mouth. I coughed and sputtered for a moment before pulling myself together to swirl my tongue over his tip, inciting a few twitches and extra drops of cum as a reward. Tears and saliva painted my face, but at last, I finally caught a moment to breathe.

"Keep licking and I might immediately cum again," Kaeya chuckled, cooling down from the heat of the moment.

"I wouldn't complain," I playfully responded, letting out small coughs to clear my throat.

"I suppose that's enough punishment for today," he gently lifted my head back up on the bed to provide better airflow. He untied the blindfold off of my face so I could finally see him again.

"Hi, handsome," I grinned, saliva dripping down my cheeks and into my hair. He ran his fingers through my hair and began massaging my scalp.

"God... you are so inexplicably beautiful right now," he whispered desperately. He began slowly stroking his cock in front of my face and deepened the massage, a proud yet cunning grin stretching across his face. "But you'd look even more beautiful with my cum dripping out of your cunt, don’t you agree?"

I moaned out his name and slowly lifted my knees up to my chest, teasingly using my hands to pull my thighs apart as an invitation. My eyes stayed locked with his. "Punishment's over, right?"

He silently agreed, releasing his cock from his grip and taking another moment to catch his breath. I watched him with pure lust in my eyes as he positioned himself at the crevice of the pillows in front of me then pulled my body forward to sit in his lap. His sensitive cock twitched as the tip of his shaft kissed my dripping hole, aching to rearrange my insides. He used one hand to pull himself down and shower my shoulder with bites and kisses, the other hand reaching down to massage my wet cunt, preparing for the night ahead.

"My beautiful, stunning slut..." he growled into my ear between kisses, "I can't wait to see you completely destroyed by sunrise. You asked for it, after all."

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remingtonisleithal · 3 years

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Something Beautiful

OK, here is part 2 of I will find you. Sorry it took me so long! I've been in an awful headspace and I've got my hsc coming up in 2 weeks so I'm freaking out and writing totally randomly. I'm thinking of making this a series when I've finished my exams. Anyway, I hope you like it! This is for the lovely @levyasakura

Warnings: none that I can think of, this is fluff

Fem!reader x Remington Leith

Word count: 1.1k

They walked in an excited silence, hand in stranger's hand. But neither one had felt so... safe in their lives. It was as though Fate had brought them together. But nothing could pull them apart.

The streets where silent but their heart were running wild, beating so fast, thoughts so loud, they didn't realized the emptiness of the streets surrounding them. It didn't take long for the pair to end up back at the pub Remington had left not long ago.

He opened the door for you and you walked in, slowly drinking in the scene. The crowd was thinning out as the hours went on, but the warm atmosphere was still very much alive. Light danced across the walls, laughter filled the air and a loud peace settled across the pub. It was a narrow room, with small burgundy booths to the right and a bar with tall stools to the left. And in the very back corner was a tipsy man singing from a screen. Remington held the small of your back, gently guiding you through the crowd to the bar. You couldn't explain the buzz that was sent through you by such a small gesture, you were just lucky not to stumble.

You sat down and looked at each other for a moment, before breaking into a soft giggle. How the hell did you end up here? With this beautiful man? You were trying desperately to think of something to say but coherency left you a long time ago.

“So,” Remington tried, hoping to finish his sentence. A moment later, he managed “do you live around here?” oh shit, I hope that didn't come out creepy, Remington thought, mentally face palming.

“No, I'm actually here on a holiday. I needed a break from life, and thought what better way to do so than just leave? See where the road takes me. I heard you were playing here and was lucky enough to get a ticket.” You blushed, but figured you had to say it at some point “you guys are kind of my favourite band.”

It was Remington's turn to blush, and he looked away.

“Your favourite? Thank you so much, really, I'm honoured.”

At this point it was almost a contest of who could blush the hardest, while trying not to. The bartender came over with your drinks that Remington bought (you refused at first, but he gently said he wouldn't take no for an answer with a glint in his eyes you couldn't refuse). The conversation stopped as you sipped your drinks. The silence was soothing, but the proximity of your body to his was driving Remington insane. If he didn't speak he was likely to kiss you and scare you away or just freeze up, and not necessarily in that order.

“Um, so, what do you do?” he asked, desperate to stop thinking about your lips, but failing as he watched them move as you made your answer.

“This sounds weird, but I'm not sure. I mean, at the moment I work at a cafe, but I feel like there is something more I should be doing, you know? It's like there is something I was made for but I don't even know where to start looking and it's driving me crazy!” you'd been bottling that up for a while now, but immediately regretted saying it. “Sorry, I probably sound crazy. Just forget I said anything.”

Silence for a moment. Then, “no, I know what you mean.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. I used to feel like that for a while. Like I should be someone I wasn't. I guess that's not really the same thing though.”

“It doesn't matter. It's just nice to hear that I'm not crazy.” this earned you a soft laugh from Remington.

“Definitely not.”

Once more you were looking into each others eyes, and your smiles faded as your hearts speed up. But you were afraid. You looked away.

…

The conversation carried on though, and you spoke for hours until the bar kicked you out to close. Ever the gentleman, Remington held the door for you again, and you walked out into the cold night air, still wearing his jacket. Each of you was so caught up in your own thoughts and conversation that it took you a full ten minutes of wandering the streets together to realize you had no idea where you were going. You were both procrastinating getting back to the hotel you were staying at so you could stay together longer, neither one wanting to overstep any boundaries.

At three in the morning, with sore feet, tired eyes and the biggest smile you had in months, you arrived back at the hotel. Like you were in a movie, Remington walked you to your door.

“Thank you again, for the drink.”

“It was nothing, really. Thank you for the company.”

You stood there for a second, then remembered you were still wearing his jacket.

“Oh!” you shrugged out of it and Remington tried not to blush (how could you have such an effect on him?!) “Sorry, I forgot I was wearing it.” you said.

“It's OK.” he responded. Feeling bold, Remington made his move “you can borrow, if you'd like. If you want to meet up again.” pause “It's OK if n—”

“Definitely.” You cut him off. You both let out a sigh of relief in form of a gentle laugh.

“Can I have your phone for a second?” He asked you, and you switched phones, placing your own number in each others phones.

“There.” He said with a smile. Your eyes shined back at him.

Moments past, and it became uncomfortable. “Ah, well I should probably go.” Remington said.

“Yeah, right.” You nodded.

He started to walk away, but you knew you would never forgive yourself if you let him go now, without one more thing.

“Remington, wait.”

He turned around with a confused look on his face, until you walked closer and he smiled. Then your hands were on his cheeks and your lips were on his mouth, and fireworks were going off in his soul. You pulled back all too soon to look him in the eyes and check you hadn't made a mistake. He assured you that you hadn't by a long, passionate kiss.

You stood there for a moment and a lifetime, wrapped in each others arms, and time slipped away. Hell, your own name slipped away. All that mattered to you was Remington's arms around your waist, and all that mattered to him was your lips pulling him closer. You pulled apart, desperate for air, but unhappy by the loss of his touch.

“I should, ah,” you gestured back to your room as words failed you.

“yeah, yeah, OK.” Remington replied eloquently.

...

As you fell asleep that night you knew this was the start of something beautiful.

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rayslittlekitten · 3 years

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You Got This - Part 2

I recommend reading Part 1 first if you haven't.

Plot: After having a heart to heart, you and Jax re-live your youth.

Pairing: Jax Teller x F! Reader

Contains: a lot of fluff and fluffy sex, also a shit ton of Jax smoking porn, and you see his butt 🙃

A/N: Thank you Anon for this request. I hope you and the other readers enjoy this (if not more) than the first part. This took me longer than I expected to write this, but it's finally done. I kept going back and forth on trying to decide what to include and what not to. Also, had I known I was going to be writing a part two for this, the beginning of this would have been at the end of part one, but hindsight is 20/20. I actually did already write out most of the beginning but decided to leave it out of part one because I thought where I left it was a good place to end it. I also thought about eliminating it completely but I really like the interaction that happens with Gemma. To me it's like a beauty shot. Is it necessary and does it move the story along at all? Not quite, but it looks good so let's just leave it in there anyways. Also to squeeze a little bit more angst out of Jax.

Also, I had a bit of trouble writing this as well because as strange as this sounds, I couldn't find the perfect song to pair with this. Sometimes I need music to help me get into the mindset and mood. I was going for like a nostalgic summer love kinda thing. I had actually thought to use a song form the mid-90s because to really make it feel nostalgic and Shanice's "Saving Forever For You" was the winner for that but I decided it was not right for this. Maybe their actual first time, yes. Then it was a toss up between "Honey Whiskey" by Satica and "Take Me Away" by Sinead Harnett/EARTHGANG and the latter won given the situation. I'd recommend giving it a listen below (or any of the songs listed) to get the mood I was going for while writing the sex scene. I really thank you for reading my ramblings if you've gotten this far. I just want to give the readers the best experience to my stories and how it was intended when I wrote it.

A loud commotion outside interrupts the moment and you both realize you need to get dressed before someone finds the both of you. He pulls out of you and you both quickly get yourselves together. You hop into the bathroom inside the bedroom to clean yourself up. When you walk out, you see Jax sitting on the bed smoking a cigarette with all his clothes and hair in place, like he had been sitting there this whole time and didn't move from his spot when you first walked in. He glances over to you and you're reminded of how his handsome charming face is something you miss so much.

"I should probably go before someone starts looking for either of us." You walk out of the bathroom and towards the front door. Jax grabs your hand and pulls you back to him.

"Hey." He stands up, cups your face and looks at you. "It's really good to see you again."

Suddenly you both hear the door knob rattling and then a knock following it.

"Jax, are you in there, honey?" You both hear Gemma on the other side of the door.

You both separate and smooth yourselves out and Jax walks over to open the door.

"Honey, what are you doing in here? Tara--" Gemma's facial expression shifts when she spots you. She looks at the both of you suspiciously. You both thought you were so slick when you were younger but if there was anyone who knew what you both were up to, it would be Gemma. Nothing slips past her. In fact, she’s always secretly hoped you two would get together. You were born into SAMCRO, making you MC royalty. The Princess of Charming.

"Oh, I didn't know you were in here too. I'm very sorry about Opie, sweetheart."

"Thank you, Gemma." You walk closer to the door and Gemma pulls you in for a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Where's your fiancé?" Gemma asks curiously.

"Fiancé?" Jax glances over at you.

"I came by myself this time," you answer. "We're kind of on a break." You wrinkle your nose.

"I'm sorry to hear that too. Must be one hell of a break." Gemma's knowing eyes are boring a hole into you. "Lyla tells me you're staying a while?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna help her out with the kids for a week or so until she can figure it out. I know you and the club will be a big help, but with everything going on, I think her and the kids can use another familiar face."

"Family is important and I'm very happy to see you here." Gemma's eyes shift to Jax with the same knowing look she gave you. "Well, whenever you're ready, Tara's looking for you."

"Thanks, mom." Jax runs his hand over the top of his hair. Gemma glances at you both again once more before she walks away.

You start making your way out the door when Jax pulls you back in.

"You're engaged?" Jax asks with wide eyes.

"Was," you reply.

"Was it to that pretentious English prick you brought back with you last time?" Jax snarls.

"Ray is a good guy and he treats me really well. We're just going through a bit of a rough patch right now," you tell him. "Also, the last I heard, you're married with two children, Teller."

Jax just looks at you, knowing he has no right to be upset about you being with another man.

"And I believe your wife is looking for you," you say before walking away from him as you see your nephews and niece running up to you. "Hey guys!"

Jax takes a drag of his cigarette while he continues watching you as you kneel down to greet the kids.

A few days later...

The sun is beginning to set and Jax is at the clubhouse. Most of the people have already left. He needs some quiet and alone time after spending a few days earlier in the week not just watching his best friend get killed, but also saying goodbye and laying him to rest. He climbs up the ladder onto the roof of the clubhouse, one of his favorite places to think and reflect quietly while smoking. What he didn't expect to find is someone else had beat him to the spot.

"I didn't know you were here," Jax says as he walks over and sits next to them. "You've been avoiding me like the plague all week."

"I miss watching the sunset," you reply without looking at him.

"The sun doesn't set where you are?" Jax asks as he lights up a joint.

"It's not the same."

Jax takes a long drag and then offers it to you.

You look at it for a moment and form a small smile before taking it from him. The roof was also a place you both frequented in your youth to smoke pot, away from your parents and the adults. Eventually they figured out your secret spot, but it didn't stop you guys from coming back. You take a pull and hand it back to him.

"I also miss this. There is nothing like California-grown weed."

Jax takes a hit and blows out the smoke from the corner of his mouth.

"Do you ever miss me?" Jax looks over at you and passes the joint back to you.

You look over to him and squint an eye to prevent the sun from blinding you.

"Yeah, sometimes I do."

"Does your English weed taste like fucking tea and crumpets?" Jax jokes.

"Oh, I get the best shit there is over there. Trust me." You chuckle. "But... it's not home."

"So why don't you come home?" Jax looks back at you with the same squinty face.

You look at him for a moment deciding what you want to say. "You know, that's the reason why Ray and I put the engagement on hold. With everything happening here, I wanted to be closer to family. Figure my shit out." You take another drag and return the joint back to him.

"There's more than family that would love to see you back home too." Jax reaches for your hand and squeezes it.

"Jackson, what happened the other day, we both acted out of impulse. We were both just... vulnerable. I'm sorry if it gave the wrong impression."

Jax shakes his head, then takes another long pull of the joint. “Ope was like my moral compass, kept me grounded and always pointed me in the right direction, and now he's gone, because of me."

"Jackson, you can't--" You start shaking your head.

"You’re the closest thing I have left of Ope. I need you." Jax holds your hand.

"Jackson, in your heart, you always knew what was best. You don't need me." You push a loose chunk of his blonde hair away from his face and tuck it behind his ear. "I know you're hurting, but I can't fill the void that Opie left. Nothing ever will. Just focus on what's important to you and you'll figure it out. You always did." You smile at him while caressing his cheek with your thumb. "You got this." He closes his eyes and leans in to your hand, soaking in your touch.

"You still have too much faith me." He turns his head slightly to kiss the palm of your hand.

"Yeah, maybe. Besides, our boat sailed a long time ago," you add, pulling your hands away from him and looking away. Jax takes the last drag of the joint and tosses it off the roof.

"Maybe that boat can make one last stop before sailing away for good?" Jax gently grabs your chin and turns your head to him to look into his slightly droopy eyes.

Even all this time, it's still hard to not get lost in his baby blues. It's even harder with the perfect setting: the firey orange sky, the slight California breeze, the clubhouse rooftop. Maybe it's the weed, but it feels perfect in the moment. It's all taking you back to the summer when you were 14, when the only care in your worlds were right in front of each other. It's also the perfect setting for cruising around. Jax use to "borrow" one of the bikes from the clubhouse and take you on joyrides, basking in the sun while the wind hits your faces.

He slowly leans into you, and you close the distance, pressing your lips against his. Jax immediately responds and kisses back, his tongue slipping between your teeth. You can taste whiskey mixed with a faint linger of cigarettes and marijuana. Jax cradles your neck and pulls you in closer to him.

The loud roar of a motorcycle driving by and backfiring breaks you up. You both are brought back to reality that you are both still on a rooftop and a bit baked.

"Come on, let's get inside." Jax jerks his head towards the latch. Jax helps you down the ladder first and he follows behind. He quickly makes a sweep and doesn't see anyone except for a few guys at the bar with their back turned towards the both of you. Jax grabs your hand and leads you back into the spare bedroom you both were in earlier in the week. This definitely feels like you both are hormone-driven teenagers again, sneaking around the clubhouse.

Once Jax closes and locks the door, he turns his attention back to you but he stops in his tracks to really look at you. All of you. He never thought he'd ever be with you or see you like this again. What happened the other day was different. Like you said, it was a moment of weakness, an impulsive move on both of you because of shared pain.

This time, there is no urgency, there is no hurt, just the two of you re-living a moment the two of you wish you had the opportunity to experience over and over again. This time it's intentionally and purely for the most selfish reasons. He walks over to you and presses his lips onto yours, taking his time to actually taste and feel your soft lips on his. He pulls you in close to his body as his hands explore yours.

As the both of you continue to deliberately and slowly make out, Jax grabs your ass and presses himself against you, feeling his erection through your clothes. Jax pushes you backward towards the bed and you fall back when you feel the edge hit the back of your knees. He falls on top of you and expertly starts disrobing you while making out with you. In one quick swift, Jax pulls your shirt over your head, leaving you in a satin black bra. He takes his time with you, starting with his lips on your neck, licking and kissing it, even nibbling at it. He's always wanted to leave a hickey on you, letting all the guys know you're taken. He then makes his way down to your collar bone, the top of your chest and then pulls down your bra on one side to reveal a nipple. He puts his mouth over it and swirls his tongue around it. Jax looks up to see your reaction and find you looking back biting your lower lip. He smirks and pulls down the other side of your bra and gives that nipple the same attention, making you arch against his mouth.

"Oh, Jackson," you moan.

He lets out a low growl.

"As much as I want to hear all the sexy noises coming out of your mouth while I'm pleasuring you, you gotta keep it quiet, darlin'." He kisses you while he unhooks your bra and tosses it aside. He then unbuttons your pants and backs himself off the bed. He slowly slides your pants and thong off your hips and down your legs. He licks his lips, excited to unwrap you like his present. You watch him as he lowers himself to his knees and kneels at your feet to help you with your boots and removes the rest of the clothes off your body. Suddenly feeling a bit exposed and shy like it's your first time with Jax, you keep your legs together. Jax places his hands on each of your knees and coaxes them open. He looks at his gift and licks his lips.

He dives in between your legs while looking up at you. His soft lips and warm wet tongue are licking and sucking you on all the right places and his beard tickling your inner thighs. That's new to you. He barely had peach fuzz in his teens. You feel him slip a finger inside you as his lips are pulling at your clit. Your breathing is getting shorter and more shallow. Jax inserts another long finger in you and finds your g-spot, rubbing circles on it.

"Jax, I..." Feeling your orgasm building, you are rendered speechless. Jax continues sucking and stroking you until you come undone into his mouth and on his fingers. He watches you squirm and thrash as you scream quietly in ecstasy. He doesn't stop until you are sensitive to his touch and you push him away. He wipes his beard and smiles at you, proud of his accomplishment. Jax surely still knows his way around your body.

You glance up to him as he gets to his feet. You watch him strip his clothes off, first the kutte, then his shirt pulled over his head. He kicks off his sneakers as he takes his time unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. You're glad he's taking his time though because it allows you to soak up and remember every second you have with this gorgeous man in front of you. He finally pulls his jeans and boxers down. Besides from the other day, the last time you and him were this intimate, the both of you were shorter, slimmer and clearly less experienced. Now you’re both grown, gained curves and muscles and are far more seasoned in the bedroom. He's also certainly grown in other places as well.

"Back up," Jax nods his head as he climbs onto the bed and hovers above you. You scoot back so your whole body is on the bed. Jax lays on top of you and smashes his lips against yours again, cradling your neck and grinding against you. You can feel the head of cock teasing your opening.

"Maybe we should use a condom this time," you tell him in between kisses.

"I'm not gonna lie. You did feel amazing without one the other day," Jax admits.

You and Jax had always been careful and taking the right steps when you were younger, using condoms at all times so that time was the first time you both had sex without one. Thankfully you are on birth control and both are STD-free, but you know you shouldn't take any chances.

You give him a knowing look.

"Anything for you, darlin'." Jax gives you a kiss on the cheek before getting up to put on a condom. He climbs back on top of you and looks at you as he caresses your face, still not believing that you're beneath him.

You gently grab his face with both hands and kiss him deeply. You then feel him slip inside you. All of him. You moan into his mouth and move with him, both of your hips slowly thrusting in unison. Jax grabs your hands and brings them above your head. He intertwines his fingers with yours and thrusts deeper into you. He watches you while you relish in the moment, as he pulls these lost emotions from you with each deliberate push. You wrap your legs around his waist and it encourages him to pick up the pace. You try to do the same and meet his rhythm.

Jax releases your hands and reaches for your legs behind him and brings them in front of him to rest on his shoulders, deepening his access to you. His hand reaches up to cradle your neck as he pounds into you. You then feel his thumb slide over the front of your throat. You start to feel his fingers tighten slightly around your neck. This is also new for you and Jax, but you're loving it. You can feel yourself getting closer to achieving another orgasm.

"Jackson..." you pant.

"Come for me, darlin'. I know you're there," Jax grunts.

You close your eyes and feel bliss as you let yourself go, letting your body take over you. After your orgasm subsides, you open your eyes and find Jax is no longer making love to you, but just smiling at you while still inside you. Now it's time for you to show him a few tricks you've learned.

"Get on your back," you tell him.

Without any protest from Jax, you both switch positions. Jax lies on his back with this hands behind his head, waiting for you to take the wheel. You straddle him and take your time sinking yourself onto him. You feel a lot more confident about being on top than you did when you were younger. You were shy and inexperienced. Now? You're going to ride him like the sexiest Harley you've ever had the privilege of sitting on. You slowly start riding him, rocking back and forth, grinding on him and teasing him. You enjoy the feeling of him filling you up to the hilt as you push down on him.

Jax looks up at you, watching you take charge and own his dick. He definitely notices you're a lot more comfortable in this position than he remembers. He reaches up and runs his hands over your breasts, massaging them and caressing your nipples as you enjoy the ride. He's certainly enjoying the view.

"You are still as fucking beautiful as the day I fell in love with you," Jax says, mesmerized by the image in front of him.

You smile and then lean back, placing your hands behind you on his thighs. Jax looks at you curiously. You roll your hips and start sliding up and down on him, giving him a clear view. He looks down and watches himself disappear in and out of you.

Jax groans and runs the palms of his hands over your thighs and settles on your hips. One of his hands then slides over between your legs and he starts rubbing circles on your clit with this thumb. You moan and gasp. You then lean forward, placing your hands on the pillow of each side of his head and lean down closer to him. You start bouncing your ass up and down as you look down on him, your hair forming a curtain around your faces. Jax grabs your ass and starts thrusting up to meet your movement. The only sounds echoing in the room are your pants and your bodies slapping against each other. Jax speeds up and watches your face as it distorts. He knows you've got another one inside you and you're very close.

"Come on, darlin'. Let it go." Jax coos.

You let out a loud moan as your legs shake and feel like a firecracker exploded inside of you. Jax clamps a hand over your mouth as he continues to drill inside.

"There you go, Y/N." Jax smiles watching you fall apart on top of him. He then swiftly flips you onto your back and roughly drives into you a few more times until he finally gets his own release.

As he slows down, you both look at each other, savoring the moment and then kiss softly.

Suddenly the door knob starts to rattle and the person on the other side is banging on the door.

"Yo, hurry it up! I gotta take a shit!" an unrecognizable voice shouts.

"Hey asshole, the bathroom is further down!" You both hear Chibs shouting. You place your hands over your mouth as you start to laugh.

"Shh!" Jax puts a finger over his pursed lips as he tries to suppress his own laughter.

SMASH CUT TO BLACK

A/N: I never put notes at the end but I figured I'd let you enjoy the fic first before mentioning I currently don't have plans to expand this story. I might in the future, but not in the near future. I originally intended the first part to be short and be a one off, but I just kept writing and writing and there were so many places and opportunities to keep expanding. Same for part two. There were so many directions I could have gone. I had a bit of struggle with this for some reason. It's not quite exactly how I pictured it ending but it works for what it is.

If you haven’t read it yet, I wrote two short scenes titled “Carry Me Home” and “Joyride” which are like flashbacks in this universe.

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betty; p.parker

» pairing: peter parker x reader » song: betty » word count: 1.9K

There was a flutter in Peter's heart as he watched you from behind his locker. He was pretending to dig for something, but his head peeked from behind the door watching you enter the school. The glow of senior year oozed off you and the never-ending giggles of your friends wrapped around you like a safety blanket. Your bag hung on one of your arms as the other linked with an arm of one of your friends.

Peter's heart thumped as you approached his locker. Usually, you would come up to him, peck his cheek, tell him how much you missed him, and celebrate the fact you were finally seniors in high school. But that wasn't the case. You walked right past him as if he were invisible.

He followed you down the hall with his eyes, the chatter among your friends grew softer as you disappeared in the crowd of freshmen rushing to find their classrooms. His eyes were on you when you briefly turned your head finding his eyes. Embarrassed, you turned quickly. But his eyes were still on you until he lost you in the crowd.

Shutting his locker, Peter sighed.

"Hey," Ned's voice rang in the hallway as he hurried to Peter.

Peter greeted Ned, as they walked side by side towards their first period. "Are you going to her party?" Ned asked glancing at Peter. He knew it was a sensitive topic, one he hadn't disclosed all the details about yet.

"She hates me," Peter responded shrugging his shoulders digging his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

"What happened with Gwen anyway?" Ned asked bluntly. He was tired of being left in the dark, of tiptoeing around the issue and tired of his best friend ditching him for most of the summer.

Peter turned to look at Ned with a blank look, flashbacks of summer invading his mind.

"Do you need a ride?" The voice startled Peter. He'd heard the car coming, but he hadn't turned to see who was approaching him. When the car stopped next to him, he recognized the girl. She had been in one of his classes, but they'd never spoken before.

"Oh no, thank you." Peter shook his head politely. He was carrying his skateboard, a wheel was busted so he was left to walk the rest of the way home.

"It's not a problem, I have nowhere to be." She added smiling at him, lifting her sunglasses, Peter made eye contact. Her eyes were friendly, lips curling into an inviting smile. "I don't bite," she added unlocking her car.

Peter gulped but approached her car. If he walked, it would take him another half hour. Why not?

"Peter, right?" she said. It was then Peter realized she was chewing gum, she blew a bubble take popped as she brought her sunglasses down. Peter nodded.

"Gwen. We had English together," she mentioned driving down the road. "Why are you out here all alone?" she asked casually keeping her eyes on the road.

Peter shifted in his seat, his skateboard awkwardly between his legs. "I was at my friend Ned's house," He said looking at her briefly. "But my skateboard broke-" he continued talking looking down at the skateboard with the missing wheel.

"You know how to fix it?" she asked.

"I think I have to get it fixed," he confessed. Or maybe Ned could help, but that would require transportation that he didn't have.

"I can take you," she offered and Peter's eyes widen a bit. He was confused by her generosity. He barely knew this girl.

"I have to get home. My aunt is waiting for me." It was true. Aunt May didn't play when it came to dinner. Even though the sun was still out, he had to be home for dinner in less than an hour.

"Tomorrow," she shrugged nonchalantly glancing at Peter as they stopped at a red light. Peter's eyes scanned her face, her round features, and her long lashes. The gum expanded once again in a small bubble.

"Sure. Okay," Peter smiled as he gave her directions towards his house.

Peter should've known then. He should've known how things would end, but he was too gullible and he missed you too much. You'd taken the camp counselor job and though you would only be gone for five weeks, they felt like the longest five weeks. Gwen was filling that void.

Gwen's company made the days slightly more bearable. It was innocent. It started that way at least.

"I saw them at the arcade together," Inez's voice was becoming staticky. Your thoughts fogged as you heard what she was saying. "I wanted to call as soon as I saw, but you were at camp." She frowned, it was ingenuine though. Like she was living for the hurt expression on your face.

She went in for a hug, but you moved out of her way leaving the mall. You weren't going to entertain this. Is that why Peter wasn't there like he said he would? At your doorstep waiting for you to come back from camp?

You could feel the tears forming as you approached your car. Fumbling with the door you finally pulled it open sliding into the driver's seat slamming the door, gripping the steering wheel as you let the tears flow. Your chest felt tight.

This had to be the worst welcome home ever.

"Hey," Ned waved and you turned in his direction. He was waving at you with a friendly smile. Peter was next to him looking like a lost puppy. You faked a smile and waved, ignoring Peter, before you got pulled away by your friends to your table in the cafeteria.

"Are you going to talk to him?" one of your friends, Alice, asked drinking from her juice box. Another cut in and it was all too much for you to process. They knew as much as Inez had told you, and they knew you hadn't spoken to Peter since you left for camp.

"I think you should talk to him," Abigail added with a concerned expression.

"No, don't. He's not worth it. Remember how he didn't even come and rescue you when Jack refused to take no for an answer at the dance?" Rebecca retaliated.

You remembered clearly. You'd just started dating. Peter was still shy. It wasn't a big deal. You weren't even expecting Peter to come to the dance and you wouldn't have known that he was there unless Inez made it a point to tell you later that night as you walked towards the parking lot.

"We've already gone over that, it wasn't a big deal." You reasoned still on Peter's side. Because that was the thing, even if Peter had betrayed your trust, you felt like you'd always be on team Peter.

Glancing at his table, you saw him talking with Ned and you wished you could just go up there and forget everything ever happened press reset, and start senior year how you'd been planning with Peter.

"What if he shows up at your party?" Rebecca asked and you snapped back to your table. Shrugging you poked at your veggies before pushing your tray away. You weren't hungry.

The week went by in a flash, but each day felt longer than the previous. You wrapped your cardigan tightly around your body as you got out of bed. It was Saturday, in a few hours crowds of people would be in your backyard celebrating the start of the last year of high school.

But you were too caught up on Peter.

The sound of a text notification caught your attention.

Can we talk? - Ned

That was weird. Ned wasn't usually one to text you. Peter was always there as the middle man. You were curious.

What's up? You typed waiting for his text in anticipation. Your phone rang and you caught your breath. You were expecting him to continue texting.

"Hello?" you asked cautiously.

"Don't hang up, please. I need to talk to you. You need to hear me out, please-" it was Peter. His voice filled your body with warmth until you remembered.

"Peter," your voice cracked. What could you say to him? Nothing, you were about to hang up when you heard his voice again.

"Don't hang up. I was stupid. I missed you and Gwen was there, and I know that's not an excuse for what I did but I never stopped thinking of you-" he was out of breath speaking quickly.

You felt your heart tighten, the familiar feeling of tears forming in your eyes took over.

"I'm sorry, Peter." You hung up. You couldn't deal with this. Not when Abigail and Rebecca were on their way. Wiping the tears, you discarded the cardigan on your bed. The one he'd bought for you last Christmas.

"Are you having fun?" Abigail asked squeezing your hand lightly. She was speaking over the loud music, her nose close to your ear. Nodding, you feigned a smile before looking into the crowd. No Peter.

"I'll be back," you motioned towards your house letting her know you needed to grab something.

But in reality, you needed some space. You'd been looking forward to this day. Towards your last year of high school, but plans changed. Sighing you sat on your porch. You could still hear the music and though the party was in your backyard, you needed a breath of air that wasn't congested by teens.

Swinging on the porch swing, you leaned your head back looking at the silent street. That's when you saw a figure. One hand deep in the pockets of his jeans, a skateboard in the other. It was Peter.

"Hi," his voice echoed drowning out the music. Your heart skipped a beat and you straightened up on the porch swing. You planted your hands on either side of you grounding you.

"What are you doing here?" you asked carefully getting off the swing.

"Just listen to me please," he said climbing up the three steps of your porch. "I messed up, I know I did." He looked at you with sad eyes placing his skateboard down. "It meant nothing to me. Gwen was a distraction. One that ruined the best thing that's happened to me," he was sincere with his words. His tone was gentle as he stepped forward.

"I thought becoming an Avenger was the best thing that happened to you," you joked folding your arms. That got a small chuckle out of Peter.

"That's a close second," he joked back, this time it was your turn to laugh softly. You were falling back into your comfortable state. One where only you and Peter existed.

"I can't ask you to forget what happened-" he was stepping closer. "-but please forgive me, I will do anything." He reached for your hands, your fingers intertwining easily.

"Anything?" you asked, your voice cracking.

Peter squeezed your hands nodding.

"Kiss me," you whispered pulling Peter closer with your hands still tangled together. A goofy smile spread across Peter's face and he happily closed the gap between your bodies.

He let go of your hands so he could cup your face. Yours instantly wrapped around his torso.

"I missed you," he whispered against your lips, your noses touching.

Smiling you kissed him again. The fabric of his soft lightweight sweater felt right under your fingertips. You could smell his fabric softener and shampoo.

It felt like home.

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DORM BUDDIES

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warning: slight smut (fingering)

Shit.

Was your initial thought after reading Tsukishima’s text. He seemed pretty serious, right? You were hoping he wasn’t. Maybe he needed help examining some artifacts. Or maybe, he wanted to talk about something that isn’t as important as you think. Maybe you’re overthinking.

Stop giving yourself false hope, y/n.

Standing up from your bed suddenly felt like a complex task. You inevitably turned off your phone and let out a piteous sigh. Once you finally stood up after minutes of contemplating, you finally made it to the door of his room. It was quiet. You couldn’t see what was going on since the door was shut. You couldn't hear his voice and there wasn't any music currently playing. This must be serious.

With sweaty palms that you quickly wipe away using your shirt, it takes everything in you just to open the door. There’s no going back now. There he was. He was slouched on his bed. He looked fatigued, maybe? What the hell happened to the Tsukishima 30 minutes ago?

I mean, you both were just arguing back and forth 30 minutes ago. You made up afterward and then you just fled his room. Now he wants to talk? What about exactly? Whatever it is, you sincerely hope it doesn’t cause another argument.

“Hey,” Your voice is remarkably unstable, faltering due to how nervous you are. Tsukishima looks up at you and contorts his face in possible confusion for a brief moment, then relaxes it again. “You said we needed to talk, what about?”

“Stop.”

Stop?

“Stop acting clueless. It’s annoying.” He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, slouching once again as his head hangs low, he doesn’t bother making eye contact with you, he keeps his face set to the ground.

“Kei, what are you talking about-”

“Cut the bullshit, y/n. Stop trying to avoid shit. You know exactly why I called you over here to talk,” Tsukishima snaps, Your eyes start to water, and Tsukishima groans and covers his eyes with his hands. “I need a drink.” His lanky body suddenly stands up from the bed. He drags himself from out the room and you resolutely turn and look at him in pure confusion.

“Tsukishima, I don’t think it’s smart for you to be drinking at this time.”

“What are you, my mother? You sure do think many things, y/n.” He laughs out, still walking to the kitchen, and opens the fridge. “Why the hell do you care anyway? I’m an adult.”

“Okay, what the hell is wrong with you?” you scoff, leaning on one of the slabs in the kitchen. “We were literally okay like 30 minutes ago- not even! Now, you text me, even though i’m literally a room away from you, telling me we need to talk about who knows what, and now you don't even want to talk anymore. It’s unfair, tsukishima-”

“You know what’s unfair, Y/N?” He lets out an awfully unpleasant laugh, slamming the fridge door really hard which makes you flinch. “You can’t-- God--” He’s staring pensively at you, you’re staring back and glaring, eagerly waiting for him to say something. He scoffs, then takes a seat in the kitchen dining. “You’re a hypocrite.”

“How about you stop insulting me and tell me what I did that got you so fucking worked up!” You raise your hands up in defeat with glassy eyes and Tsukishima still doesn’t make any direct eye contact with you. “Can we please just talk? Like adults?”

He sighs and finally looks up at you and nods. You heave a profound sigh of relief when you see that he’s finally willing to talk things out.

“Yeah, you’re right, I’m sorry.” You offer him a whimsical smile, walking towards him to hug him, he’s hugging back with a loose grip, but you pay no mind to it.

“Of course, Kei.” You let go of him, still standing close to him. You sit on the chair beside him, and you both are now facing each other. “So, what’s up?”

Tsukishima looks at you for a moment and opens his mouth, then closes it. He plays with his drink, circling the cup, so the ice in it makes a noise. You move close to him as you soothe him, massaging his back softly, then moving your hand up to softly caress his hair, just the way he likes it.

“You can tell me anything, Kei. Take your time if you need to.” He nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck when you continue to thread your hands in his hair and can't help the way your heart flutters at how cute he reacts to your touch.

“You smell so fucking good.” he breaths, you chuckle in return and he clings to you tighter.

“Kei.”

“Hmm?”

Before you can even continue speaking, your gasp cuts you off when tsukishima licks a stripe on your neck. Without thinking, you tilt your head, giving him more access to your neck in which he smirks at. As he continued to lick and suck on your flesh, mindlessly, you began threading your fingers on his hair once again which motivates tsukishima to continue.

“K-kei..” You call, but he doesn’t give you an answer. The hand he has placed on your thigh finds its way to your hips, then your shirt, hoisting it up quickly. You assist him to lift up your shirt and once it’s off you immediately took your lips with his, your heart pounding and knees getting weaker as the gentle kiss deepens. The buzz on your phone goes off again, but you pay no attention to it. The only thing you could focus on right now was how soft tsukishima’s lips felt against yours. Softer than you naturally imagined. He was addictively invading your senses and honestly, you could get used to this.

It altogether felt like you were dreaming. Clearly, you weren’t considering the fact that you and he were just arguing not so long ago. The kiss was messy, but there was raw emotion in the way tsukishima’s deft hands interlaced with yours. You break the kiss and the both of you gasp for air as tsukishima carries you bridal style down his room and places you on the bed.

He doesn’t know what’s gotten into him. He too could get used to feeling your tender lips with his. As you were laying down, tsukishima gets on top of you and places his hands on the sides of your head as support.

“Please, look how fucked out you look from just some kisses.” Tsukishima teases and you instantly use both of your hands to cover the blush that was forming on your cheeks.

“F-fuck you,”

“You’re cute. Take off your clothes.”

You happily oblige with his orders, flinging them somewhere in his room and you produce a confused look when you notice that his clothes are still on.

“Wanna eat you out.”

Your eyes widen in shock, which purely makes him chuckle as he moves closer to you, face to face. You could feel his warm breath, and it was driving you crazy. You draped both of your arms around his shoulders and met his lips halfway.

Your stomach flutters once again, heart skipping a beat. Everything felt surreal. From the heated make-out session, you were having with tsukishima, to the smell of him which was gradually, but undoubtedly causing you to lose all trains of thought.

You parted your lips and felt him washing over you like a tidal wave, warmth being spread from head to toes. Your entire body tingled with pleasure and the feeling of tsukishima slowly leaning his frame on yours as he wrapped his arms around you seemed to be amplified. Tsukishima pulls away to smirk at you and you roll your eyes as you haul him back in, claiming his lips once again. You find yourself slipping your fingers under his shirt, feeling his smooth radiant skin.

He breaks the kiss once again, kissing down to your collarbone, all the way down to your thighs. You’re too out of it to notice that both of his hands were already wrapped around your thighs to keep your hips in place as he stared face to face with your cunt.

“So pretty,” He beams, you conceal your mouth with your hand to prevent a moan from slipping out your lips and tsukishima smilingly shakes his head in disapproval.

“Ah, Ah, Ah” He tuts, “I wanna hear you, okay? Can you do that for me pretty?”

You mindlessly nod, hoping the blond-haired boy would grant you some mercy due to how fucked out you were, but being his usual sadistic self, he wants to hear you struggle to beg for him.

“Please,”

“Please what?” He brings his thumb and strokes it on your clit, then abruptly stops to take some of your wetness and spreads it around your cunt.

“Mmm, please eat me out-- please!”

“Of course, all you had to do was ask, dummy.” He laughs out, you’re too fucked out to even care about the jokes he makes at this moment.

Tsukishima immediately dives down and latches his tongue on your clit harshly, your legs tensing up immediately at the contact.

“Ha!--”

Your hips begin to squirm and tsukishima has to hold them in place and hastily pushes two fingers inside curling up, almost instantly finding your g-spot. You immediately grip his hair, tugging on it which gets a groan out of the man below you.

“Shh. listen,” Tsukihsima’s thrusting slows down as he pulls his mouth away. Instead, his thrust are hard and slow and the lewd noises coming from your cunt make you blush even harder than before. “Do you hear the naughty noises your cunt’s making?”

You want to hide away, somewhere, anywhere. You can’t help the squelching noises your cunt’s making, maybe if he stopped thrusting harder it would go away, but you don’t want him to. He observes the way you try to hide away in the sheets and his thrust instantly quickens, striking a spot you never knew you had.

“Oh-- Oh my God.! ‘M gonna!”

“Yeah? You gonna cum? Cmon, do it. I know you can, baby. Give it to me.” You nod your head furiously. Tsukishima quickly latches his lips onto your clit again, sucking harshly and you can’t help the way your legs close in on his head.

“C-Cumming!” With one final strangled scream, Your walls convulse around his fingers, tsukishima’s thrusting slows down to prevent overstimming.

Slowly, Tsukishima pulls his fingers out, examaning his two fingers and spreading them before tasting them.

“You fucking perv!” You laugh out, still trying to catch your breath.

“I can’t help myself when it comes to you.”

“Kei?”

“Yeah?” He left the room and came back with a damp towel and began to clean you up. It was a comfortable silence, he looked concentrated and you couldn’t help but admire the man above you.

“If it’s about me finishing y/n, then I’m fine. Trust me.”

“No, I just realised.. We never talked about-- y’know.”

He looks at you and smiles, then places the damp towel away and once he comes back he plops down on you.

“You’re gonna squish me, you big giant!” You laugh. Tsukishima, on the other hand, rests his head on your stomach and hugs you by the waist.

“I’m tired. Let’s go to sleep.”

“Hey, don’t try to change the subject--”

“Let’s talk about it tomorrow, kay?”

You were about to argue back until you slightly lifted your head to see tsukishima already asleep on your stomach. His glasses were already placed somewhere. You smile to yourself before sighing and caressing his hair. He is such a softie.

“Yeah, sure.”

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