#could not resist the urge to pick this dumb gif

[stirthewaters]

Too Sharp to Touch pt.10

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: At a hangout with the gang at the lake, you receive an unexpected visitor after an extremely uncomfortable encounter.

Warnings: Language, brief descriptions of stripping? Creepy dude, mentions of alcohol, drugs, needles.

Pairings: Wednesday x Reader

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A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS, wishing everyone the best holidays, I'll see all of you next year! <3

Enid Sinclair was almost positive that she was losing her mind. 

Watching you and Wednesday converse was just a slow torture at this point; could you two not see the obvious connection right in front of you? It made the blonde want to shake some sense into one of you.

After the carving event from last week, Enid had returned to the dorm early to see Wednesday seated with her cello on the balcony, fingers poised over the strings, a breath of anticipation in the air as if about to start… but she didn’t. It was as if the Addams were frozen in thought, caught in her own mind. When the werewolf had called out to her roommate, questioning if she was alright, she received some half-assed response about preparing her sheet music.

But she knew otherwise.

You, of course, were trying to be subtle and failing. Miserably. You usually weren’t such a bad actor when it came to these things. And Enid had seen you with crushes before; she knew the signs, and you definitely had your eyes on the Addams.

So screw the whole “partners investigation”, she would not be able to physically or mentally handle it if she watched her roommate go over her file of evidence with you in the dining hall one more time. If you moved your hand just a tiny bit to the left you could have touched Wednesday's hand. Or if you scooted just slightly to the side you could have touched your thighs. And Enid had a sneaking suspicion that her roommate would allow your touch, not to mention the fact that she’d literally seen her do so before.

It was after you had your fighting lesson with Wednesday that Enid approached her roommate, already very much prepared to play her well-practiced role of matchmaker. The Addams was storing her gear in her locker neatly, placing her helmet on the top shelf as Enid approached, her neat bangs slightly pressed against her forehead with sweat. 

“Howdy Wednesday, how was fighting practice?” Enid hummed as she skipped over, grinning. 

“Average,” came the unsatisfying response. Enid had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. As the goth started down the hall she quickly followed suit; how could such a short girl move so fast?

“That’s it? Just average?” She pressed gently, following her movements. “Come on, you gotta give me the details.” The blonde was met with Wednesday’s dark eyes flitting over to meet hers, eyebrows slightly furrowed as she responded easily, “What more is there to say? It was merely lessons. Nothing more, nothing less. Just an associate returning a favor.”

Associate. Enid knew her roommate to know that that wasn’t the only word she’d use to describe you. Huffing, she swerved around a passing student as she spoke, being as subtle as possible. “Did you have fun?”

Wednesday paused, eyes widening slightly in disbelief as she glanced at the blonde, nose scrunching in slight disgust. “Enid, I assure you I do not “have fun”. I merely fulfilled a responsibility. What pleasure would one find in that?” She picked up the pace slightly.

“I dunno Willa, you just aren’t complaining as much as you usually do about…anything.” Enid grinned softly, daring to give the raven a soft nudge to the shoulder with her own. Wednesday tensed but didn’t push her away, merely turning the corner towards their shared dorm, and heading for the stairs. “If in the case I have found satisfaction in my lessons with Y/N it’d be simply for the reason that it’s refreshing to teach someone who possesses actual skill at the sport rather than dumb luck.” Wednesday paused slightly, eyes narrowing as she shot Enid a look. “And if you tell her that I ever said such a thing then the both of you will end up with a silver bullet in the leg.” Unfazed, Enid gave a slight shrug, nodding in agreement to her roommate’s statement. At least now she was getting somewhere. “Are you planning on working with Y/N today?”

“If we progress further in our case then I’d assume so, but nothing has been planned for today. It’s rather convenient, seeing as my writing hour is approaching.” As Enid made the climb after her up the narrow staircase, she had to think fast. She couldn’t give up now, not after getting this far. Looking around quickly she gave a soft curse, wishing silently that Thing could be here when she actually needed him. Pulling out her phone she shot you quick text before stuffing her phone back into her pocket, casually leaning against the doorframe of the dorm as Wednesday entered her closet to change. 

“Well, I hope you enjoy yourself, I’ll be out of your hair soon anyways, I’m off with Y/N and the gang to go to the lake.” There was a silence that followed from the closet, the only sound present being the faint ruffling of clothing as Enid’s eyes wandered over the wooden doorframe, making sure not to accidentally peek. She had the Addams now, she knew it. It was a success to herself knowing that if she managed to get Wednesday to abandon her writing hour for you she’d be sure of her suspicions. After a moment the raven reappeared, dressed comfortably in her white and black striped shirt with her black fleece hoodie pulled over, adjusting her sleeves as she spoke, eyebrows furrowed just slightly.

“I wasn’t aware Y/N’s schedule had changed.”

“Yeah, it was like a recent thing, Bianca shot the group chat a text and apparently everyone was free so it was pretty lucky. Even Kent is coming.”

“And Marcelo?” “What does Marcelo have to do with anything?” Enid paused, interest piqued as she glanced at the raven, who was now seated at her desk, fingers poised at her typewriter as if ready to type, though she hadn’t moved yet, eyes focused on the keys as she muttered,

“No particular reason; morbid curiosity spurs me to refer to the fact that Marcelo has certain interests in Y/N.”

“Yeah, but -” Enid moved further into the room, raising an eyebrow. If anything, you hated Marcelo, and she knew it well. God, could she go on about the nights that you’d spent ranting about the dumbass. Yeah, Marcelo. “- he’s mostly just tagging along because Kent’s gonna be there. He’s kind of hard to exclude.” She paused, frowning softly before glancing at the Addams, who was now typing away, precisioned fingers flying across the keyboard. “Do you expect us to just kick him out?”

“Out of pure sadism, I might go so far as to say yes,” Wednesday muttered under her breath, easily detectable to Enid’s ears as her fingers pounded harder against the keyboard. 

“Well, we’re not, unfortunately.” Enid paused, biting her lip slightly as her eyes darted around the room, mind racing to find a solution. Maybe this was going to be harder than she thought. Taking a quick inhale, she rapidly decided that she’d just have to hope for the best. “Well, I hope you enjoy your night, I’m gonna head out.” The blonde shouldered her bag that was already ready on her bed, walked out of the dorm, and closed the door behind her.

God, she hoped this would work.

-

The lake was calm. Silent. You liked it.

The group was typically rowdy, breaking through the calm quiet of the water, but you didn’t mind that either. The sky was already darkening, the sound of a few crickets filling the air as everyone set up. A calm breeze sent the trees gently ruffling, the waters of the lake rippling. It was almost hard to imagine the exact same body of water being filled with students and boats, bustling with energy.

“Finish daydreaming and help me blow up the float, furball.” You caught an elbow in the side from Bianca, and you let out a soft wince, rolling your eyes as you held out your hand for said float, sitting on the dock beside the siren to begin filling the large float, preparing the pump, and connecting the attachments. “We’re lucky if Kent doesn’t pop one like last time.” “For your information, it was a bet, which I totally won,” Kent spoke up from the hill, scowling slightly as he worked at unbuttoning his shirt, and throwing it at Bianca. “At least I follow through on bets, unlike someone-”

You let out a scoff, rolling your eyes as you groaned, starting to pump air into the float. “You guys really expected me to actually hunt down a squirrel?” “You’re the one that suggested it in the first place,” Kent shrugged, at the exact same time that Yoko shouted from the pathway - “You’re a werewolf, dumbass! Wolves hunt things!”

“Well it wasn’t even relatively close to a full moon so it was automatically discredited,” you grumbled to yourself, huffing as you put more pressure on the pump handle. Yoko stepped to drop her bag on the dock, and the clinking of bottles immediately made you perk up, instantly recognizing the sound. “You brought booze?”

“Don’t tell me you expected less,” Yoko scoffed, a small grin playing on her face that perfectly showed off her fangs that glinted slightly in the evening light. “Isn’t that my role here?”

"Hell yes, Tanaka," Bianca grinned from her position, working at the other float as she spoke.

"The good stuff?" You perked slightly, curious, as you pulled at the bag, trying to get a peek before Enid slapped your hands away.

“You don't get any,” Enid huffed, folding her arms as she shot you a look, raising an eyebrow whilst dumping her towel onto the dock. “We’re not supposed to have it in the first place and I’m sure you all remember from the last time that she can’t handle it.”

"And yes, it's the good stuff," Yoko grinned slightly, emphasizing her words. "Don't expect anything less."

“Fuck you,” you stuck out your tongue at the blonde, who shot one right back. “You were tipsy as hell, don’t get me started.” Enid rolled her eyes, sitting on the wood as she huffed in response, “Still not as bad as you. You’re lucky Weems didn’t catch you or you’d’ve had even more community service.” After a moment she cocked her head, in an almost dog-like fashion. “Aren’t you gonna get changed though?”

“Miss I’m-In-Charge told me to blow up this shit,” you roll your eyes, ignoring the look Bianca shoots you. “If you don't mind taking over then I can get it done.”

Enid sighed and moved you out of the way, taking the pump in her own hands as she gestured you to go. “Just don’t get run over.”

You paused, scanning the undergrowth around the lake for a good spot, eyes narrowing as you silently thanked the stars that you had a decent vision in the dark. “give me like two minutes.” You scooped up your change of clothing, kicking off your shoes as you stepped onto the path, dodging a chunk of mud hurled from Ajax at Kent. 

It took you a bit to get deep enough into the undergrowth that you were sure you were out of view, not that you thought anyone would go looking in the dark for you. Stepping behind a clump of bushes you pulled at your top, placing it on a branch to hang as you tugged at the straps of your tank top. It was almost eerily quiet now that you were far off from the group; the sounds of laughter and talking were audible, yes, but only faintly, one that could be easily tuned out if you didn’t focus on it. 

A faint stick cracking brought you out of your thoughts as you paused, eyebrows furrowing as you straightened, eyes whipping around the foliage in search of the source. Nothing. Odd. You shrugged it off; it must be a rabbit or something like that.

“Y/N?” Jumping clear out of your skin, you let out a hiss of surprise as you raced to cover yourself, pulling a towel around your upper half as you turned on your heel, eyes wide and senses up, to see Marcelo standing a couple feet away, partially hidden by low hanging branches.

“Marcelo, what the actual fuck?” You hissed, heart pounding as you took a small step back, feeling uncomfortably vulnerable with just the towel between you and him. He was giving you that stupid grin, the one you wished to God you could smack off of his face.

“Wow, did not think I’d walk in on some Y/L/N ass tonight-” he took a step forwards, almost matching your step back as he spoke as his grin grew slightly. “You look good.”

“What the hell are you doing here? The group is all the way over there -” You pointed with your arm, a frown on your face as you spoke. “No offense but it’s making you look like a creep right now that you were hiding in the bushes of all places watching me strip.” “Oh come off it, don’t be sensitive,” the werewolf rolled his eyes with a scoff, gesturing to the towel over his shoulder as he took another step forward. “I just got here, I heard movement on the bank and thought it was the group.”

“In the bushes?” You frown scornfully, adjusting the towel tighter around your chest as you bump against the trunk behind you, eyebrows narrowing as you feel your heart pick up the pace. “Don’t be an idiot, just go.”

“What a warm welcome,” he muttered, eyes lingering slightly on your towel. “You don’t need to rush me away like that. Don’t tell me you don’t wanna see me?” “I never said that.” You pause, lying right through your teeth as you cast a glance through the undergrowth, almost praying that Enid, Yoko, or someone would show up. “If you’d ever heard of privacy maybe you’d understand.” “Come on, Y/N -” Marcelo took a step forward, warm hand landing on your wrist. You frowned, eyes narrowing as you tried to shake it off, your grip on the towel loosening as you did so. Quickly reacting, you tried to move away to fix it but instead, the werewolf reached for it, "I can help with that-” Just as you were about to smack the shit out of him, he froze in place, eyes glazing over slightly as he took a small step back. 

“Marcelo, what the fuck-” you stepped forward, eyes widening as right before you he crumpled, body collapsing onto the dirt as he passed out cold. You quickly scrambled to throw on your top, before kneeling and checking his pulse. Alive, yes. Conscious, obviously not, but you couldn’t figure out what the hell was happening until you spotted Thing, beside his left ankle, which now had a needle jammed into it. 

“Thing?” Your eyes widened in shock, taking a moment to process before you stuttered. “W-what the hell did you do? He’s not gonna die, is he?”

“Unfortunately not.” A voice to your left scared the shit out of you for the second time that night as you jumped, bumping into the branch beside you. “Shit! What the- the-”

Your words fell away as you narrowed your eyes, recognizing Wednesday’s dark form among the trees, arms folded over her chest with a barely concealed look of disgust at the unconscious Marcelo, eyes dark. It took you a couple seconds to catch your breath again as you immediately felt your heartbeat pick right back up again, at a loss for words. 

“It was a simple dose of thiopental. He’ll most likely experience a few side effects once it wears off, but fortunately, you won’t have to suffer through that again.” The Addams stepped forward, nudging his ankle as she leaned down, removing the needle and placing it neatly in her bag. “It was pathetic to watch, being honest.”

“B-but why- how-” you fought to understand, placing a finger on your temple as you glanced at her, somehow surprised by her nonchalance. “You knew I was here?”

“I was sending Thing to drop off the towel Enid had left in the dorm when he informed me of your situation. I accompanied him back with the sedatives.” Wednesday’s dark eyes met yours evenly, tone now laced with faint disdain. “Believe me when I say I’d be more than glad to do it again. You weren’t the only one bothered by him.”

“Yeah, he’s an ass.” You mumbled breathlessly, eyes dropping to Marcelo once more as you softly inhaled, fighting down a shudder. As if sensing your discomfort, Wednesday took a step backward, glancing out over the lake as she muttered, “This will stay between us three, understood? If he asks questions, let me know.” You gave a little nod, recovering your breath as you found the words you needed, meeting her gaze once more as you felt your pulse quicken once more. “Thank you.” “Don’t mention it.” Wednesday turned her head slightly, breaking eye contact as she gazed across the lake through the branches. “I’ll have to remind you in the future to carry around the correct poisons.” She bent down, grabbing Marcelo’s wrists as Thing moved to support his waist, the two of them positioned to haul him away.

“Do you need help?” You took a step forward, already reaching for one of the werewolf’s ankles to be of assistance, but Wednesday shook her head, the faintest sadistic gleam in her eye that honestly, at this point you were used to. “That won’t be necessary. Me and Thing have performed this task several times before; I’m looking forward to this.” Nodding, you watched as the two of them easily slid the unconscious boy up the hill, quickly disappearing into the dark as you took a moment to process, slowly sliding down to a squat as the welcoming and comforting scent of dirt and undergrowth filled your senses, your adrenaline slowly dying as you let out a long sigh, processing as you grounded yourself, the only sound present in your senses now the faint chatter in the distance and the trees swaying gently.

“Y/N? Where the hell are you?” Broken out of your thoughts, you glanced out over the shore, spotting Enid, hand shielding her eyes as she approached. “Are you good? It’s been a lot longer than two minutes-” “I’m fine, E,” you stood, brushing off your arms as you threw your towel and clothes over your shoulder, stepping out of your hiding spot as you approached, moving her hand out of her face. “Took longer than I thought. I’m all good.” 

-

Marcelo woke up that night tied to a chair.

 

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[lunarduty]

Hi!!can you do tension with gaz???

𝙎𝙈𝙊𝙆𝙀𝙔 𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎, 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙂𝙊𝙊𝘿?

☾ reader tends to kyle's wounds, and seems to be the only one worried. | [ TENSION ] one muse is patching up the other’s injuries which leads to intense eye contact,  lingering touches and them finally crashing their lips against each other’s. KYLE 'GAZ' GARRICK X F!READER TAGS | f!reader, slight smut WC | 1,127 x

“you know, you’re going to get a scar if you don’t take care of this properly.”

“what? don’t like men with scars?”

in spite of kyle’s attempt to break your composure, a smile did not appear in the wake of his dumb comment. a VALIANT move, on your part - he usually found little effort in getting you to smile. said it would your best feature, and that would only get you to smile more. but knowing that he wasn’t changing the bandages as often as the doctor said, you were able to fight it off.

“not when they’re easily preventable,” you fire back, eyes glancing up to chance a glare. kyle chose the perfect time to give a sheepish tilt of his head to match the SWEET look in his dark eyes - he really couldn’t turn the tactical side of him off. “you could get an infection, you know. price is already looking for a reason to keep you behind on the next mission.”

kyle gives a slight shrug with one shoulder, as to not disrupt your work. “he won’t need to. i heal fast.”

“god, you’re frustrating.”

“and you love it.”

“i love when i don’t have to worry about you getting some weird fucking infection. who knows what you could have picked up in that god-forsaken jungle.” and just for that reason, you give the wound on his arm one final drag of the alcohol wipe to ensure it really was clean. absently, a finger gently caresses the skin around it, as if trying to soothe any pain that the cleaning process might be causing kyle. as much as he can annoy you sometimes, he’s been in enough pain.

a smile is pulling on his lips when you look up, sparing him a glance before turning to retrieve the bandages. “careful, love. i might start to think you care.” he’s teasing, of course. if kyle’s at ease and feels in control, he’s got quite the smart mouth on him - but right now, you wish he wouldn’t. 

“of course i care.” yeah, maybe the words come out HARSHER than you wanted. maybe when you turn back, bandages in hand, you meet kyle’s soft gaze with a hard one. maybe you were entitled to it after he just brushes off his safety so casually. “if the roles were reversed, you’d be just as worried.”

he blinks in surprise at your sudden barrage, and to his credit, seems genuinely remorseful. kyle wasn’t like soap or ghost or even price - you loved all of them, but it seemed their reckless ways were rubbing off on him. getting him to play down his injuries more than he should.

or maybe you were just overreacting. the wound itself wasn’t even that bad. he’s had much worse. so why were you being SO HARD on him?

kyle doesn’t respond, and you silently open the bandage to wrap his arm. without seeing his face, you can’t tell what he’s thinking or feeling. maybe you don’t want to look up and risk seeing something close to frustration or annoyance or even contempt. maybe he thought you were coddling him. maybe you were. maybe…

just as you finished wrapping his arm, right before you tied it off, kyle’s hand covered both of yours. stopping your movements, yet you resist the urge to look up. “i’m sorry, okay? i didn’t know you felt so strongly about this. and you’re right - if you were hurt, i’d be just the same. maybe even worse, since i love you more.”

despite yourself, a snort comes up at his words. light and teasing, even when he’s serious. maybe it’s what you needed. “not possible. i love you more.” finally, your eyes slide up to find his. kyle was watching you, dark eyes STEADY but soft. the sight of them made you feel better about saying what was on your mind. “i guess… i don’t know, it made me start to think about things.”

“like what?”

“like…if you never came back one day? today it was a gash on your arm, but tomorrow, something way worse. something you can’t just walk off.”

“that’s not going to happen, understand?” his hand gripped yours tight, and kyle leans forward to keep your focus on him - ALIVE and breathing and warm. your eyes fall down to his lips. “i’ll always come back.”

you scoff again, not nearly as amused as last time. “you can’t promise that, kyle.”

“i am. right now. so stop making yourself sick with all that nonsense. it’s not something you have to worry about.”

you want to keep arguing. want to point out the growing probability that his luck will run out someday. how many old men come from his line of work? you aren’t given the opportunity to - not when kyle moves his grip to your wrist, yanking you closer and leaving little choice but to swing a leg over his lap. thankfully, he keeps his injured arm still - even if it rests right around your waist, more than strong enough to keep you from escaping.

“you need to rest…”

he smiles, and it’s dazzling and warm and you can’t help but reflect it. “but love, i’ve got something else that hurts. need to kiss it to make it better.”

your hands settle on his shoulders, and when kyle is as solid and warm as he is, it’s hard to recall the last time you had real alone time like this. long before the mission, at least. back on base, after you finished paperwork, and he lured you into his room under the false pretense of having a talk. kyle was the only one talking - it’s hard to speak when he’s three fingers deep in you.

and that simple, DISTANT memory resurfaces like a flash of lightning. you exhale shakily, fingertips curling gently into the rough cotton of his regulation shirt. “let me guess - your lips?” right now, you were fully willing to play into kyle’s dumb game. before he could even answer, you close the gap. lips molding together, muffling your involuntary moan from the simple feel of them. chests pressed close, hips gently rocking because this was the day after an op, and sore muscles love to get in the way of a good reunion.

kyle’s tongue follows the line of your bottom lip, a smile pulling on his own as he breaks the kiss with a pant. his hand squeezes your hip - solid and eager - and you wondered why you were ever so scared about a gash on his arm when he obviously lost none of his strength. 

a low groan comes from his throat. your mouth drops down to taste it. “well, i was going to say my cock, but we can start at my lips.”

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[myveryownfanfiction]

Sharpuary day 4: Firewhiskey

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: drinking, swearing

"You look like you could use a drink." I said, putting the bottle on the table next to Aesop's arm. He snapped out of his thoughts, hand jumping to where his wand was. When he realized it was just me, he relaxed.

"Sorry." he murmured and I waved him off. Old habits died hard. "What's this then?" I smiled at him.

"Firewhiskey." I said as if it was obvious. He raised an eyebrow at me and I rolled my eyes. "I confiscated it off some sixth years. Black is already dealing with them. Let me keep it." Aesop nodded and waved his wand, two glasses appearing between us. I poured us each a healthy measure of the drink and pushed his within reach. “Figured we could do some…relaxing.” Aesop chuckled as he picked up the glass, looking at the amber liquid.

“is that what they’re calling it these days?” He joked. I shrugged and held my glass up.

“To another year at Hogwarts.” I said. Aesop nodded before tapping his glass against mine.

“To another year of resisting the urge to kill phineas nigellus black.” Aesop said with a smirk. I laughed. “Or the students dumb enough to cross any of us.”

“but especially him.” I added. We both took a long drink and put the glasses back on the table. “So anyone stand out as the bane of your existence yet?” Swirling the liquid around his cup, Aesop snorted.

“well garreth Weasley is back.” I groaned as Aesop chuckled at my reaction. “Nearly blew up his cauldron today. Had a little help from that new fifth year.” I raised my eyebrows in question.

“figs protege? Really?” I asked. Aesop nodded.

“I let them into my office to my personal stores to make an edurus potion. I figured they’d need all the help they could get after the troll incident in hogsmeade.” Aesop raised his eyebrows and set his lips into a thin a line. “Grabbed a fwopper feather on their way out and gave it to him. Boom.”

“Holy shit.” I muttered. “And to think I thought they only caused trouble in kogawas class today. Took off with Clopton. She asked me to help wrangle the two back and I’ll be damned if that kid isn’t a natural on the broom.” I shook my head before taking another drink as Aesop filled his glass again. He tilted the bottle at me and I nodded, watching as he poured the amber liquid into my glass.

“what were you doing out on a broom?” Aesop asked. I smiled at him.

“oh you know how the hippogriffs get when they have nothing to chase.” I said offhandedly. Aesop groaned, putting his head in his hands.

“don’t tell me you’re still doing that.” I smiled softly at him, glad to be one of the few that he showed concern for. “Black hasn’t found anyone else to do that?” I shook my head when he looked back up at me. “Fuck him honestly. He should have a long time ago. Please, for my sake and sanity, stop racing the hippogriffs on a broom.” I reached out and took his hand.

“I can’t promise that.” I rubbed my thumb across the back of his hand. “You know I can’t. But I’ll try my best.” Aesop nodded.

“I know.” He said. “I still worry though. Old habits and all that.” I nodded. Aesop drained his glass. “I think we’d better save the rest of this for a rainy day.”

“that might be a good idea. Wouldn’t want to be caught by black having gotten drunk on the job.” I agreed. Aesop vanished the glasses and I tucked the bottle back into my robes. “Are you going to the great hall for dinner or eating somewhere else?”

“I was going to go to my chambers for the night.” He said, raising an eyebrow at me. “Why?”

“want some company?” I asked, wrapping my arm around his. “Just need to drop this bottle off in my room and I can join you in yours.” Aesop tucked his arm closer to his body, tugging me closer.

“Sounds like a good idea.” He agreed before leading the way out of the dungeons.

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[mytheoristavenue]

TMNT 2012 Perv!Leonardo x Clueless!Reader - Disapline

Summary: Leo was excited for your first training session with him, before he realized how well you fill out your gi.

Warnings: arousal, f!reader, clueless!reader, perv!Leo,  teacher x student if your squint

Leo sat in the middle of the dojo floor, calming his mind in preparation for his first class with his first student, you. Splinter had decided that, with the turtles’ enemies learning about your relationship to them, you absolutely had to know how to defend yourself, and that his eldest son teaching you would only strengthen the both of you. 

In truth, he was a bit nervous, worried he might overwhelm you or become too obviously frustrated with your lack of experience. You did tend to vex him, as you shared a personality type with Mikey, but he simply had to be patient with you, he could do this. He took a deep breath in order to steady his thoughts, just in time to hear the sliding door smack against the wall. 

“I’m ready!” you chirped, a bit too loudly. His brow twitched at the racket, and the noise that followed you as you ran toward him. 

“The first rule of being a ninja is-” he began, snapping his eyes open to find you sitting on your knees in front of him, ponds of (e/c) full of curiosity, and posture stick straight to impress him. You’d hoped that by resisting the urge to slouch, you might look more disciplined. Leo however, admired your stiff back for a different reason, which clouded his mind, ruining all his hard earned zen. The way you were holding yourself arched your spine, and held you shoulders in a way that hoisted your breasts to their most supple position. Your hips, on the other hand bore all their weight on your heels, which gave the illusion of a deliciously wide waist. All of this was made worse by the fact that the gi you were wearing had at one time belonged to April, who it had fit much more loosely.  

“Is what?” you blinked, oblivious to the terrapin’s deconstruction of your appearance. “Leo?”

Your teacher shook his impure thoughts away, furrowing his brows. “Stealth. The first thing you need to know about ninjutsu is stealth.” He was struggling to maintain eye contact with you, his gaze falling dangerously low on your collarbone before snapping back to your face. Finally he decided he simply wouldn’t look at you at all. “Any good ninja always uses their surroundings to their advantage, staying in the shadows, and mastering silent communication.”

“But how can you communicate if you’re silent?” you pondered, pressing a curious finger to your cheek with the tilt of your head. “Maybe sign language? Hmm...but I don’t know ASL...” Leos’ fists balled at his sides and his head fidgeted in annoyance as you began to ramble to yourself. If he hadn’t known any better, he might've considered the notion that you could simply be playing dumb in order to fulfill some ulterior motive. But the sad truth was that he did know better, and over the last few months, he’d come to know the obnoxious girl that Mikey calls his ‘bestie’ increasingly well. 

To be honest, you were on the ditsier side, and this was a well known fact, and one that often made you the butt of many jokes. There was no doubt in Leo’s mind that your behavior was genuine, as irritating as it was, and though he could criticize you in the past for being a vexing little girl, there was no denying the present truth; you were now displayed for his as a woman, full bodied and no longer annoying, but anxious to devour any knowledge he might be so gracious as to bestow upon you. And this terrified him. 

“That’s enough,” he finally cleared his throat, begrudgingly bringing your attention back to him. Once again his eyes were glued shut, lest he open them and find himself drowning in your eyes again. “Let’s get back on task.”

“Hai, sensei!” The terrapin froze hearing your sweet voice utter those words, and so excitedly too. He had to shift the way he sat on his knees to resist the wagging of his little tail at the thought. “So, do I get to pick my weapon today?” you asked, full of enthusiasm. Finally, something for him to be stern about. 

“No,” he replied. “You have a long way to go before that happens. First you’ll need to learn the fundamentals of ninjitsu.”

“Which are?”

“Discipline, stealth, and strength, both mental and physical.” he clarified. “You’ll need to master all of these before we can move forward with your training. Today, we’ll start with discipline.”

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Currently, you sat again in the middle of the dojo, Leo standing behind you watching your closely. In front of you, on the mat sat a plate of cookies of a flavor that you particularly liked. “So, being a ninja means you’re not allowed to eat cookies?” you questioned with a tilted head and puzzled expression. 

“Not exactly. Discipline is the recognition that you want the cookies, but won’t eat them.” he explained. 

“Are the burnt?” you asked, glancing back at him. 

“What? No, they’re not burnt.” 

“Poisoned?” 

“No!” he groaned, dragging his palm across his face. “There’s nothing wrong with the cookies, they’re perfectly fine, you just can’t eat them.”

“Oh, I get it now,” you giggled, clasping your hands together. Relief washed over Leo’s nerves at the prospect of a break through. “They belong to someone else, right? That’s why I can’t eat them.”

“Oh my God,” he sighed, pinching his brow in frustration. “You can eat the cookies-”

“Oh, I can?” Without another word, you plucked one off the plate and bit into it, humming at the sweetness of it. After gobbling it down, you patiently licked whatever crumbs or melted topping decorated your fingers before looking back to him. “That wasn’t so hard!”

“You weren’t supposed to eat the cookie!” he raised his voice at you, holding back the urge to call you colorful names, before sighing again. “You were just supposed to come the conclusion that you wouldn’t, even though you wanted to and could.”

“So I failed?” you asked sadly, shoulders slumping, unknowingly making your cleavage all the more visible.

“‘Fraid so.” he confirmed, glancing toward the ceiling to avoid ogling your. You whined, dramatically flopping onto your back, arms above your head, and face contorted into an irritated pose. From above you Leo couldn’t keep himself from stealing glances. How could he not when you were all splayed out all over the floor like that. Timid about his perverse thoughts, he sucked his bottom lip between his jaws, daring for longer looks each time. Suddenly, his eyes were met with yours, those once curious pools now wide with shock and discomfort. 

“Oh my God, Leo, are you looking at my boobs, you sicko?!” you squealed, instantly jumping to your feet, and doing your best to cover yourself your your arms.

“N-No, I wasn’t I swear!” he stammered, backing up with his hands cautiously raised. “I-I was just thinking about how to help you understand the concept of discipline is all!”

“Obviously you’re the one who needs to understand discipline, you creep!” With that, you stormed out of the dojo, once again leaving the vex terrapin alone with his thoughts. 

“Well...class dismissed, I guess...”

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Chapter Twelve

Previous Chapter

Kim stared at the door, ankles crossed, and fingers linked as she waited patiently for Billy to get out of the shower. She had woken long before him, the aching between her legs left her unable to go back to sleep. She had been waiting for him all morning, willing for him to wake up so they could discuss what happened. When he had finally rolled over, he stood without a word, shuffling his feet to the bathroom.

She had been slightly upset when she had woken up cold, Billy had kept a good distance from her in the night and she wanted more than anything to curl up to his side and sink into his warmth. She didn’t, she feared she’d only get shoved aside if she did so. Yet, she couldn’t help but picture herself snuggled up against him.

She wasn’t sure what she would say when he came back out. She knew she wanted to clarify a few more things. Sure, it was just sex but what else did that include? Would he see other girls? Would she be allowed to see other guys?

She was trying to remind herself of who this was. She knew Billy left girls well before they caught feelings. Not that she was worried about falling in love with her stepbrother, she couldn’t imagine that happening. At the same time, she knew that he had been in a relationship and wanted to ask him what she should look forward to. If she ever got the chance, anyways. So far all of her options had been shut down by Billy.

The room grew warmer as the bathroom to the door opened, steam rolling out as Billy stepped into the room clad in only a white towel. It contrasted nicely against his tanned, toned body. Her eyes lingered on his muscular chest and shoulders, admiring how his body curved. She hated herself for doing so, reminding herself who he was.

The room grew warmer as the bathroom to the door opened, steam rolling out as Billy stepped into the room clad in only a white towel. It contrasted nicely against his tanned, toned body. Her eyes lingered on his muscular chest and shoulders, admiring how his body curved. She hated herself for doing so, reminding herself who he was.

He didn’t seem to notice as he used a free towel to rustle his blonde curls that were still slightly damp, clinging to the back of his neck. His eyes brushed over her slowly before he turned, striding across the room to the mini fridge.

He bent down, the towel opening slightly and she quickly turned away before she could see anything else. She didn’t need to have any more mental images of him in her mind, even though she was sure she had seen every single part of him. He began to hum and she tried to catch onto the song.

Her ears twitched at the sound of a can opening. She looked over curiously, seeing him bringing a can of beer to his lips and drowning it down like it was nothing. She recognized that beer didn’t have the strongest taste, but it was absolutely disgusting in her opinion. She turned to check the time.

10:34

Her eyebrows furrowed as she realized how early in the morning it was. Did he always drink this early? She didn’t know how on earth he was able to function this early on alcohol. She could barely do it at the parties without feeling like she was acting dumb. 

“Aren’t you driving us back?” He leaned against the dresser, taking giant gulps as he looked at her over the rim of his can. She watched as he brought a large hand up to his chin, picking up some of the liquid that had dripped down. She resisted the urge to follow the small trail down his chest.

“Unless you want to walk.” Billy spoke slowly, wiping his palm across his mouth. She stared at him blankly, not bringing up the fact that she had been thinking about doing just that. She pulled at her nightgown, not liking how it was pulling up on her thighs. She may have rode with him while he was intoxicated last night, but she sure wasn’t doing it in the daylight. 

He began walking towards her and she swore his towel was growing more loose with every step he took. The sun radiated off of his body perfectly, making him appear golden and bronzed. She was losing an internal battle with herself to keep from staring at his v-line.

“No,” She said quietly, “But you need to wait until that wears off.” He looked at her amused as he stopped at the foot of the bed and peered down at her. She watched as his free hand moved towards his waist, fingering at his towel. Her heart beat began to speed up in anticipation. She knew she needed to stop this before it got too far, but it was so hard to deny herself something that she desperately wanted.

“It’s one beer, it won’t kill me.” Billy replied nonchalantly, his hand pulling against the knot that held his towel together. She figured he wouldn’t find anything wrong with driving, but still felt the need to convince him to drive safely as she took in his appearance.

“I don’t want to risk it,” She mumbled, pulling her knees up to her chest. She could feel her heartbeat as she pushed her red hair behind her shoulders, “We can wait another hour, right?” She had told her mother she wouldn’t be back until at least two in the afternoon anyways. She was well within her time range and didn’t feel as if she had to rush. Especially if it meant dying in a drunken car crash.

His lips traced into a smirk as the cocky expression grew on his face, “What will we do for an hour?” She felt her eyes widening and her face burning. She hadn’t thought about the repercussions of what she had suggested. She hadn’t even meant to suggest that they do something else, just that he waited until the alcohol fizzled out of his system.

“I don’t know.” She mumbled, unable to meet his eyes as he began to unhook his towel. She felt guilt beginning to fight with her lustful desires as she watched his fingers pulling at the loose knot. 

“I have a few ideas,” He let his towel fall to the floor just as she raised her eyes to the ceiling, making sure to miss the motion completely. Her heart was thumping hard in her chest, “Awe why you being so shy now?” She didn’t have the strength to fight him as he pulled the blankets away from her, the bed dipping as he crawled up the mattress. 

She felt her face growing more red before she spared him a quick glance, “We shouldn’t do this again.” His muscular, tan arms pulled her knees apart. She stared at the long, thick semi hard cock that bobbed between his legs when he moved. She swore she started drooling and resisted the urge to wipe her chin.

“Why’s that? I thought you wanted to learn?” He asked slowly, like she was a small child and didn’t understand what they were discussing. Her face grew warmer as he began to pull her nightgown over her navel. She fidgeted with the lace hem, not letting him go any further with his movements.

“Because we’re-“ It felt wrong to say it aloud now; even if she had been moaning for her stepbrother's cock last night. It was all too real in the daylight, “It’s not right.” She did want to learn but she surely had enough experience now, to know what she was doing when she found someone else.

If she found someone else.

“Who said that it needs to be right?” His hands dipped dangerously low between her thighs, “Trust me, I’ve done plenty of wrong things in my life. You’re not a part of that.” She felt ablaze as his hands spread her legs, rubbing his fingertips across her wet pussy. She was so ashamed of herself. It took barely anything for him to get some reaction out of her. 

A soft moan left her lips before she could stop it and she wondered why this had to be wrong. She was growing more upset that the one guy that actively wanted to fuck her was bound to her through family.

“Billy-“ Her breath hitched as he slid his finger inside her eager hole, “I’m scared.” She whispered, partly hoping he couldn’t hear her. His eyes softened as his finger moved slowly inside her, curling it up against her sweet spot. He watched her expression closely while he sild another finger in her and she was sheepish with how easily her pussy gripped around him.

“Trust me, I won’t let anything happen to you.” His words were soft and sincere as he pumped his fingers against the spot inside her that made her toes curl. She felt his thumb flick against her needy clit while he rocked his fingers into her. Her thoughts became more quiet as she concentrated on how he was making her feel.

She protested when he pulled his fingers out of her, swiping his tongue across them quickly before he roughly pulled at her nightgown. The sight of him licking her slick off of his fingers still left her weak in the knees. She quickly raised her arms to help him lift the garment off of her, afraid that he would tear it in the process. He pulled back, admiring her body as he licked his bottom lip slowly. She could feel the heat down to her neck as she watched him.

For as many times as she had been naked in front of him now, she still felt insecure. She wasn’t sure how to measure up to the other girls he had been with, but she had never been too impressed with her body. She felt as if she was too bony in some areas and too soft in others, never quite looking like the girls in the magazines.

Her knees began to pull together as she started to move her hands over her chest, wanting to hide away from him. Billy quickly stopped both movements, moving himself closer between her legs as his hands gripped her wrists so she was trapped underneath him.

“Don’t be so insecure,” He breathed out as his eyes lingered over her body, “You’re beautiful. You shouldn’t cover up so much. Almost lost my fucking mind when you came out of the pool in that little bikini.” He mumbled as he gently laid her hands down to her sides. Her face burned as his hands found her hips and began to follow the curve of her body, slowly inching his way up to her breasts.

“Really?” She whispered quietly, feeling proud of herself for making him so needy. He nodded, a smile growing as his large hands squeezed her breasts. A small yelp left her mouth as he pulled her nipple between his fingertips.

“Really. I wanted to drag you to the shower room and take you right there. You looked that good.” His cockiness grew as he dipped his head down towards her perky boobs and licked slowly at her nipples, dribbling saliva across her breasts in the process. Her nipples hardened at the sensation and she felt her back arching towards him, enjoying the feeling of his mouth against her. Kim glanced down between her legs noticing how his dick was positioned right on top of her wet cunt. She did her best not to rut up against him.

“Why?” She breathed out suddenly watching his lips encircle her nipple and suck softly. This time she did move up against his length, the feeling shooting straight down to her clit as she clenched around nothing. She was growing more and more needy for him.

“What do you mean, why?” Billy asked huskily as he pulled away from her boobs. He squeezed them softly as he stared at her and she felt herself becoming more vulnerable than what she needed to.

“Why me?” It was a loaded question and she knew it probably wasn’t the best question to ask him. She still asked. There had to be some reason that he wanted her the same way. She had seen the girls he had been with, like Tina. She didn’t feel like she compared at all.

He clearly wasn’t expecting the question as he studied her. She was worried that she ruined the moment as his blue eyes ran over her needy features. She looked away from his intense gaze, instead looking at his red, plump lips.

“Because the thought of you being with someone else killed me,” He gripped her chin, tilting her head up so that she would look into his eyes again. She realized how much he valued eye contact and it was intimidating for her. She felt too open, too vulnerable when he held her and looked at her from this small distance. Her heart thumped and she was sure he would be able to feel it against his chest.

“You were jealous?” A weak smile ghosted her lips. She knew even if it was jealousy it was out of lust. Billy didn’t have the capacity to like anyone in that manner and she was fine with it. It would make everything easier between the two of them. Billy chuckled, rubbing his rough thumb across her soft skin but neglecting to answer her.

There was nothing brotherly about the way that his lips met hers. She hated how easily she folded under him, her arm resting loosely around his back as raised her chin to meet his frantic movements. She still felt like she kissed too sloppily, swapping too much spit as their lips danced together. His tongue flicked inside her mouth, rubbing against her tongue as their moans mixed together. 

“See,” He panted out as he spread her legs wide, reaching between them to pump himself. She stared at how hard and leaking his dick was again. She exhaled as she realized she was going to feel him inside of her once more, “There’s nothing to be scared of. It’s okay to want your big brother's cock.” He muttered out, his words full of filth.

Her eyes snapped up to his again as he repeated those words. He took her distraction as a moment to push into her, pressing his tip in faster than last night. She yelped out in surprise as her hole ached around his throbbing length. Her nails dug into the side of his skin and he hissed out, turning roughly to watch her expression.

Her walls still burned as he pushed into her and she sat up a bit, pushing him up with her movements, to watch his length completely fill her to the brim. Her eyes fluttered as he rested, plunged deeply inside her dripping hole as his lips began to kiss at her neck.

“Move,” She muttered, ignoring how she had almost knocked him off balance. He laughed breathlessly, taking in her appearance, “Billy, come on.” She whimpered, full of lust and want. All she could focus on at the moment was feeling him moving inside of her. She wanted it more than she needed air. Billy smirked down at her, still wearing a cocky expression. She could tell by the way his nose scrunched that he was resisting the urge to move as well.

“Why should I? Do you picture Steve when I fuck you?” His question was rough and she turned to him, taking in the wrath on his face. She desperately tried to move her hips before his strong arm was placed on her hips and holding her still.

“No,” She replied meekly as she stayed underneath him, feeling herself pulse around his thick length. She wanted him to move so badly, “Never.” She responded truthfully. All of her thoughts recently had been of Billy. She never wanted to admit that she was masturbating to him, but her thoughts were muddled at the feeling of his cock inside of her.

“What about Tommy?” She felt her eyebrows flutter together as she shook her head no. Billy looked at her irritated, gripping her chin and shaking her head softly so that she would open her eyes. She could feel her slick coating him as she squeezed around him, doing everything to urge him to move.

“Use your big girl words.” The fact that he was treating her like a child made her heart thump harder. It was hard to speak with the rough grip on her face and the feeling of his cock pressed so deeply into her that words began to disappear.

“No. Not him.” She felt as if she was in anguish as he stared down at her small form, a smirk growing on his face. She could tell he liked treating her like this, like she was breakable in a way. She watched the lines of anger fade away from his face.

“Then who do you think about?” He questioned her slowly, eyes flickering across her face. She felt her mouth growing dry as she realized the answer to the question he was asking. She was sure she appeared dumb underneath him.

“You,” She whispered out shyly as she felt the same growing inside her, “I only think about you, Billy.” She hoped the answer would be enough for him as he moved his face closer to hers. She exhaled against the side of his cheek, feeling herself clench around him at the slightest movement. Kim watched him swallow, sure he was biting back from groaning in her face. She knew he had to feel the same desperation that he felt.

She was drenched, fully engulfing him and slick coating the two of them as she became more desperate. The hand on her waist was driving her crazy, as all she wanted to do was grind her hips up against him and fuck herself on his dick. She had never felt this needy before, she felt all former thoughts about this being wrong slipping away.

“That’s not good enough.” He chastised as he stared at her, waiting. She swallowed hard. She had spoken the words out last night, moaned over them as he pounded into her. She imagined the way his cock felt inside of her once again, trying her best to achieve that moment again. She knew what he wanted, but the words were too dirty for her to say on her own. She could still feel embarrassment creeping in on her. 

A sound of disapproval left his mouth as he started to sit up, pulling his thick dick out of her wet hole. She felt her clit throb and her body screaming at her to make him stop. Her hands found his hips desperately as she peered up at him with distress and lust. She did her best to keep him from moving as he peered down at her with a sly grin.

“Please no,” She whined, completely losing herself as she scooted forward and tried to push him back into her gaping hole, “I need your cock, I need my big brother's cock.” She mumbled the words as she tried to hide her shame deep inside her. Billy moved forward again, knocking her back onto the bed as her chest rose and fell rapidly.

“What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.” He looked at her, almost bored as he reached across her to grab for his lighter. She swallowed the rest of her pride as she welcomed her yearning for him. She didn’t care about how she’d feel after this moment, all she could think about was how hot and bothered she was.

“I need my big brother's cock,” She spoke up, louder this time as her hands moved back against his sides. He put the lighter back down, tilting his chin down to look at her, “Please.” She begged, wanting to cry from frustration. She thought she would die if he didn’t give her what he wanted.

A smirk grew over his face as he allowed himself to push back into her, Kim welcoming the burn as her hands clung to him. She tried to resist pushing herself against him, knowing that would only fuel the fire. His hand moved to cup her face, watching her reaction as he pulled himself all the way out before pushing back in and filling her to the brim. She welcomed the stretch of him, it was like her pussy was made to fit around his cock.

It was hard for Kim to keep her eyes open when it felt this good, even when his finger tapped against the side of her face so that she would look at him again. Every movement sent tingles up her body and the fire grew inside of her as her skin brushed against his. She was still sore from last night, yet, she urged for more. It was almost a relief when he hit the same spots and stretched her out again. Her hips betrayed her as she ground up to meet his harsh movements, desperately needing more of him.

Moans poured out of her mouth again as she tried to keep up, her nails digging into his back again as he moved roughly. He pulled her towards him, wrapping her in a kiss as his hips slammed against him. It was all too much for her, trying to kiss him and the sensation of his cock pulsing inside of her.

He pulled away to grip her right ankle before he tugged it over his shoulder. The new angle made her shriek as he seemed to hit against the special spot inside her each time. She listened to the wet sounds her pussy squelched as she squeezed around his thick length. Her leg burned from the sensation of being stretched and bent into such an odd position.

“Poor baby can’t get off without her brother’s cock, can she?” Her head rolled to the side, watching how concentrated the lines on his face grew as he moved. She shakily moved her other hand to the side of his face, pulling his blonde hair back so she could see him better.

“No,” Her voice was ragged as she spoke, “Need my brother’s cock.” She repeated her words back, pleased at how the lines on his face grew satisfied. His hips drove into her even deeper and she could feel his balls smacking against her butt as he stretched her wide. She wondered how long he had wanted something like this. Someone so innocent and sweet that he could corrupt to be just as devious and dirty.

Her mouth fell to the crook of his neck and she could smell his aftershave lingering on his skin. She was unsure of what she was doing as her lips met his skin. All she knew is that she needed something to suck on, bite on, anything to keep herself from screaming how badly she needed him.

His groaned into her ear as she nibbled, sending shivers straight down to her aching cunt as she felt his movements stall temporarily before he kept the same rough, fast pace. Her eyes began to flutter as she felt it even harder to concentrate, urging him to get her to the place of pleasure she so desperately needed to achieve.

His free hand went between her legs, rubbing his finger against her sore clit as he pushed deeply into her, nudging her g-spot with each movement. She knew she was being too loud again, but couldn’t help it. She had never felt something so good before, not even when she rutted against her pillows or dared to feel between her legs. 

He moved his head again, his forehead pressing against hers and his blonde hairs tickling against the side of her cheek. His warm breath ghosted against her lips as she strained her head up to kiss him again. She liked his rough, wet movements as he slipped his tongue inside of her mouth. Her thighs were beginning to shake as his finger rubbed harsh circles into her clit and she could feel herself beginning to clench around his dick as she chased her high.

Kim broke away to moan loudly and raspy as her high broke down around her and she came undone from under him. Her nails dug into his skin as she rode out her orgasm, grinding her hips against him as his thrusts became uneven and sloppy.

“Fuck, fuck,” He cursed loudly in her ear as he pushed into her deeper, her right leg was shaking badly from the odd position he had it stretched into, “So fucking good.” He moaned so low, his voice vibrating against her skin as he filled her with his cum. She laid under him, panting, trying to imagine why she hadn’t wanted her brother's seed inside her earlier.

Much like last night, she felt odd feeling him soften inside her. She resisted the urge to squeeze around him. She didn’t want to admit that she wanted him to pull out, even though it was clear to him just how badly she wanted him. She could feel their liquids seeping down her thighs and she winced, thinking about how she may need another shower.

She loosened her grip on him, pulling her hands to move soft circles against his warm, rough skin. She turned her face, watching as all of Billy’s face tensed for a few moments before he relaxed against her again. She wondered if he ever let anyone touch him like this.

She felt like their second round had loosened her up more. It didn’t hurt nearly as bad as what it did last night between her legs. Even though her right leg was still screaming at her from being stretched at such an odd angle. She had to admit the pain diminished almost entirely as the minutes trickled on.

She got her answer when he slowly moved her leg back down, her insides screaming in relief as she didn’t know if she could be stretched like that for much longer. A small protest left her mouth as he completely pulled out. She looked down to see his softening dick, completely soaked from her mess. His swollen lips grew into a smile as he listened to her. He began to turn on his side next to her, but not quick enough for her to take notice of his back.

“Billy,” She gasped as she sat up, slowly pushing him down so she could look over his shoulder at his back. She stared at the red, angry lines horrified. She could see where she had left fresh ones, some even forming blood, “Your back!” She cried out as she turned to him in despair. He only laughed, rolling onto his side so he was out of her lap.

“Yeah, it hurt like a bitch this morning. I don’t know, I kind of like it.” His grin grew as he took in her panicked expression, “It’s fine. It heals and it’s hot.” She stared at him, wondering why he was being so casual about this.

“I hurt you.” She responded, feeling guilty as she stared into his blue eyes. He pushed the blonde curls off of his forehead as he sat up to face her. She looked across his expression, confused as to why he wasn’t furious with her.

“It’s a good kind of hurt. If I was actually in pain I would have left you know,” He responded sitting close enough that he reached his hand out to squeeze her thigh. He looked over her distraught expression again, “Some people like it. You know they’re into hitting and shit like that.”

Her emotions changed from worry to confusion. Hitting? She had never read about that in her romance novels. She felt curiosity nip at her as she thought about how he had smacked her butt. Did it feel like that? Or was it more painful?

She really couldn’t picture Billy being that type to hit anyone during sex. Not after what he was going through. Yet again, maybe the girls he had been with enjoyed it and it was a way for him to let his anger out. The thought of him doing more with other girls began to eat at her.

“People are into getting hit? Like across the face?” She questioned as she looked at him with doe eyes. She was genuinely curious, as she looked towards the older boy for knowledge. A small part of her also filled with jealousy as she wondered how he had gained all of this information. Had he watched videos or if he had actually experienced it with other women? She almost didn't want to know.

Billy looked at her surprised, his chest still heaving as he tried to catch his breath. She hated how she wanted nothing more than to reach across and curl up to him. She loved feeling his skin against hers, the motion of them together left her begging for more. Even if it meant just being held by him.

She knew better. He wasn’t the touching type. She could still remember a year or two back, when they were still newly acquainted, and she had sobbed to him over her guinea pigs death. He had been the only one unlucky enough to be home at the time and had awkwardly tapped her shoulders with his fingertips while standing a fair distance from her. He hated intimacy and she craved it, never feeling like she got enough for it.

He didn’t say anything as he stood up and she tried to ignore his length dangling between his legs as he walked. He retrieved another wash rag, gently prying her legs apart to clean up their mess. She felt as awkward as she did last night. She felt more exposed than ever in this position and had to fight herself from pulling away. He was being nice, and she didn’t want to ruin that either.

“I kinda forgot that you’re new to this,” He chuckled, “Yeah, some people get off on that. There’s usually aftercare involved afterwards. It involves a lot of trust.” She didn’t know if she should be offended by his first comment, but it didn’t sound like it was to be taken badly. She listened curiously as he dragged the warm rag against her sensitive skin, her legs twitching when the rough material rubbed over swollen clit.

“What other things are people into?” She asked again, trying to calm her heart down as he looked at her with those big blue eyes. He chewed on his bottom lip and she could tell Billy was thinking, “Can you teach me some of those things?” His blue eyes fluttered across her body and up towards her. She felt her heart hammering again in her chest, feeling as if she had spoken out of turn.

“Those things are called kinks,” He finally spoke up as he felt she was clean enough and pushed her legs away from him. She pulled them to her chest, not quite comfortable enough to sit with him naked in the daylight, “Sure why not. Which ones are you interested in?” He spoke so casually, so full of knowledge that she was jealous. She was good with letters and really nimble with her hands, able to create the prettiest drawings out of nothing. She struggled in math and science but always studied hard enough until she perfected the art of solving the problems. The truth was, she loved learning. She loved being able to struggle to figure something out and then feel rewarded when the answer finally came to her. She almost felt like Billy was a harder math problem, really rough and difficult on the outside but rewarding once you figured it out. She wanted to figure him out.

“All of it,” She said earnestly as his blue eyes snapped up to hers, “I want to know all of it. Can you do that for me?” She sounded too sweet as she questioned him, but she knew it would work. He blinked at her; his stare unmoving as he took her in.

“I don’t know if you’ll like all of it. What we just did was pretty vanilla.” He responded, sounding as if he was fighting himself to give in. She parted her legs and moved closer to him, urging herself not to be bothered by his words.

“You said there was nothing to be ashamed of. Please,” She pouted her lips out when that didn’t seem to be working, “You’re really gonna make me suffer in not knowing? Come on.” She pushed at his shoulder, gently watching as he turned to her unsure.

“I also told you it’s okay not to experience everything and just be yourself.” He responded gruffly as he shooed her hand away from him. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes as he brought up their talk about the parties again. She felt like they were way past that point in their relationship.

“Billy come on,” She tried again sitting on her heels, “How do I know if I like it or not if I don’t try it? You’ll keep me safe, I trust you.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him, flashing him her big hazel eyes as he stared at her. She could feel herself beginning to grow irritated before he finally answered her.

“Fine, but we have to take it slow. I’m not traumatizing you by throwing you in there.” He grumbled in annoyance, flicking his eyes away from her. She couldn’t help the smile that grew or her arms that wrapped around his shoulders to bring him into a hug.

She instantly realized her mistake as he sat there stiffly in her arms as excitement overgrew her. She came to her senses very clearly to recognize that she was still naked and that Billy absolutely did not hug. Her eyes widened as she very slowly pulled her pale arms away from him as Billy cleared his throat, his cheeks flushing as he looked at her.

“Thank you.” She spoke quickly, trying to ignore the incident so that she wouldn’t dampen her own mood. She couldn’t believe she had gone from crying about how good he made her feel to begging him to teach her everything he knew. 

She was so far gone.

“You’re welcome,” She could tell he was trying to shake off what had just happened as she reapproached her, “I’m starving. You want to go get some lunch?” His question surprised her as she rubbed her hands over her shoulders, beginning to grow cold from the air.

“Lunch?” She questioned him, watching as he nodded. She tried to ignore how good he looked at the moment with the afternoon sun breezing in and dancing across his tan skin. She bit down on her bottom lip, wincing from how swollen it felt.

She couldn’t remember one instance that they had ever sat alone and ate something together. Not to mention going to some place and eating alone . It was unheard of. What were they supposed to talk about?

“You think way too much,” Billy responded as he tapped the side of his temple, “Does this thing ever shut off?” He teased her playfully, finger still tapping the side of her head. She rolled her eyes before looking at him again.

“No, it’s pretty much worrying about everything all the time,” She admitted. She did hold back that it seemed less persistent when he was sliding in and out of her. She didn't need him to have that much of an ego trip, “Lunch sounds good though.” She finally dared herself to speak. She figured that it couldn’t be that bad. He could still go back to being regular Billy and she could go back to her regular self after this was over with.

“I’ve noticed that,” He nodded, cupping her cheek in his hand as he caressed his thumb across her soft skin. Her breath hitched as she slowly lowered herself into his touch, soaking in how it felt against her. It was everything she needed and more, “Go put something pretty on.” He smacked the back of her thigh again, rolling over to grab his clothes to dress himself. She lingered on the bed for a moment, looking at the scratches on his back again before reaching for the bag she had packed.

She wouldn’t say she brought anything cutesy. Just a normal pair of shorts and a purple tank top that had green flowers on it. She dressed quietly, listening to the world around them come to life. She could hear tires screeching to a stop and the sound of a couple next door, screaming at each other. 

She wondered if they had heard them last night. 

Heat licked at her face again as she hid her smile on her shoulder as she finished dressing herself. She quickly put on her deodorant and reached for her perfume, making sure to spray it well on herself.

“What is that?” Billy’s voice sounded judgmental and harsh, but when she turned her face to look at him the lines on his face were still relaxed. He looked more curious than anything and she tried to hide her giddy expression as she held the perfume bottle up to show him. 

“It’s Tiffany’s.” She beamed showing off the dandelion liquid inside the clear glass. It had cost her just about her whole paycheck, but it was worth it. She loved the smell, and it made her feel more mature in an odd way that she couldn’t explain. 

“Smells like shit.” He spoke after a moment, turning away from her to slide his red shirt over his head. She glared at the back of his head for a moment, before her eyes fell to his shoulders and admired how his muscles worked.

“Tommy said I smelt good.” It was out of her mouth before she could stop herself and Billy quickly snapped his head around to look at her. She tried not to feel bashful or lower his gaze from him as he stared her down intensely. She didn’t understand why she wanted to push his buttons so much, but she liked to do it. She liked the way the shivers ran down her back as his gaze never broke.

“What did you say?” His voice was gruff as he turned to her. A sly smile passed over her lips as she took in his envious expression. It was like a game of cat and mouse. She liked feeling like she was being chased.

“You heard me,” She resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at him. He moved dangerously close to her, and she could feel a fit of giggles building inside of her, even though his expression was far from funny, “Tommy said he liked the way I smelt.”

“Tommy is a moron who just wants in your pants.” Billy snapped back as he stood in front of her. She resisted the urge to reach out and hold onto his thick thighs. Instead, she stared up at him with big eyes.

“Is that a bad thing?” She thought about how he had demanded if she thought about the other boy earlier. In truth, she never had any interest in him. Now, she wondered how far she could push Billy’s buttons to find out how desperately he wanted her.

“Trust me,” She felt her eyes widen as his large hand gripped around her pale throat. She stared up at him dumbfounded, “He wouldn’t even make you cum.” Her legs twitched together as the lust began to grow inside of her again. She didn’t even flinch this time when he spit against her lips.

It was humiliating how fast she moved to lick up the spit that had dribbled down her cheek, all while never looking away from Billy. She could tell she had some effect on him by the way his eyes darkened and peered over her curiously. She liked the way he squeezed her throat and the way he spit on her like she was less than him.

She was so, so fucked up.

“I don’t want you talking to him or about him again. Understood?” Billy grumbled roughly as he continued to squeeze her neck. This time she could feel her face becoming red from the lack of oxygen, her words leaving her as she found it increasingly hard to breathe. She tried to nod but his hand lightly patted against her red cheeks, “Big girl words.” He commanded. She did her best to inhale as much as she could.

“Yes, I understand.” She gasped tasting the sweet air when his hand finally released his grip around her neck. She panted for a few seconds, allowing herself to look up at him. She could tell he felt the same way by the tent that was growing in his pants.

“You’re such a brat.” He muttered after a second, bending down to pick up their bags. She crossed her ankles as she watched him, feeling very proud of herself. She knew what she was able to do to get a rise out of him now.

“You love it.” She stated, knowing she was speaking the truth as his smirk grew on his face.

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#Billy Hargrove #Billy Hargrove smut #Billy Hargrove fic #Billy Hargrove stepcest #Stepcest #tw stepcest #Billy Hargrove x oc #billy hargrove x original character #billy hargrove x female reader

[shini--chan]

What if platonic Yandere 1P Japan, 1P Germany, 1P China, and 1P France with a Colony obsession that wants their independence, And the Colony succeeds. Not to long after getting their independence they became a Global superpower. But not everything has a happy ending. Apparently after a while of the colony having their independence, the colony is now trapped in between America and Russia in a Cold war, and they have no other choice but to participate in it by force( in order to survive).

An interesting idea. Though, I’m not really including the idea of global superpower because that wouldn’t work by all these characters nor really with the setting of the Cold War. As it stands, neither the UdSSR or the USA tolerated each other, they were simply cordial with one another due to MAD, and even then… Trigger warning for war, and dehumanisation.

Yandere Hetalia – Old Masters

China

Screams filled the early morning hours along with the sickening smells of infection and death. The heat amplified the nauseating scents even more and caused the dead to rot faster. Yao wrinkled his nose as he passed wrapped up bodies as he strode to the back entrance of the medical tent. Brushing the flaps up, a small smile caused his lips to quirk – he had found exactly who he needed.

Calmly walking past screeching patients spilling blood and puss on linen and steel as medical personal worked on them, he approached the leader of the guerrilla army. Said man was watching all the happenings with a frustrated frown and his arms crossed over his chest.

“It doesn’t get any better”, the personification remarked with annoyance. Upon hearing him, the human whipped around and scrutinized him. Of course, them had been formally introduced to each other when China had first arrived to the camp, you elaborating the nature and identity of your former master with an achingly stuff smile.

“Of course. And what would be the reason of your visit?”, the human said carefully, unused to being polite and unused to conversing somebody he had to be utterly diplomatic with. The setup had nearly caused Yao to laugh boisterously the first evening. Of course, you had to pick one of the less tactless and astute humans to lead you. Again, this proved that you weren’t fit to rule yourself.

“I came to talk to you about the personification that you’re fighting for”, he said as calmly as possible. As much as he detested it, he spoke directly – these barbarians had little idea of subterfuge, of hidden meanings and reading between the lines.

The leader turned his head to the far corner and Yao followed his gaze. You were operating on a soldier, bone-saw in your hand as you amputated a leg just below the knee in order to separate a mangled foot from healthy flesh. Sweat was shining on your brow and blood splattered down his front. Yao was not surprised, after all, you had always been a bit …messy. The old personification remembered well finding a snappish little thing not far from here, flinching into a defensive stance and holding up a dagger made of ill-forged iron. Not that it had helped you then.

“If you have come to criticise my country for the conduct displayed in this crises, then I’ll have you know…”, the rough man started, only to trail off when he caught the amused stare of the other conversationalist. China saw those thick brows furrow and before the human could throw words of vitriol at him, he replied in a smooth, slow tone:

“Your country is torn between the Westerners and the Soviets. I come to offer an alternative to those two options.”

The mortal caught on quickly to what he meant; he would give the man that.”

“We have already suffered under your rule. Why should we accept your “help” again? Even to this day you claim that we only have our culture due to you!”

China resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Always these foreigners being oh so clever. There were a few good reasons that he was the oldest of all countries and that it had been him that had graced the world with so many essential inventions – dumb luck wasn’t one of them.

“Of course, you are right when you imply that I’m not here due to pure generosity. Though, with everything considered, what do you want to choose? The wolves at your door or the king on the hill? I assure you that neither Ivan or Alfred will be so considerate. Under the keen eye of America, your nation will lose sovereignty and become a cash cow to him. Under Russia, y/n will just be another buffer zone the boy will use for protection.”

“And under you?”, the man asked cautiously. He was interested now, weighing his options. Good, because with your mortal advocating for him, there would be precious little you could do against him. Then, with the framework settled, he could whittle away at your self-consciousness and bring you back under his influence.

“Partners with mutual interest. Tit for tat if you will”, he answered with a light smile.

China would come to you when you would be stuck between Ivan and Alfred, are the devil and the deep blue sea. As gracious as he is, he would offer you a third option. Silver tongued as he is, he would point out that if you would except either offer, that you would just end up as a vassal, forced to bow to the political philosophy of the side you would choose.

Of course, having had to live by his whims and interests for centuries, of course you would be suspicious of him. You could end up subjugated by him again! Yet he would be quick to point out that due to the revolution, that he has cast aside his millennia old ideas of imperialism and that he isn’t the same person as before.

While it would be true that he had changed, there would be one thing that would change to your detriment – he wouldn’t be so obvious in his methods of isolating you. Indeed, by forsaking both Ivan and Alfred on his advise, you would be doing much of the isolating on yourself. Other than that, he would manipulate your leaders into pushing you closer to him.

France

„And you are here for?“, you asked sharply as he sat down next to you on the old stone wall. As per usual since gaining your independence, you at first only deigned to giving him a weary side glance to your old master. You felt some Schadenfreude upon noting that he was still shallow, cheeks hollow and how his skin was tight around the wrists – he was still recovering from the last war.

“Good day to you too”, he said, chucking lightly as if you were just an insolent child. A century ago, you would have made sure that his back was turned before rolling your eyes. Now that any more, and you made sure to make it as obvious as possible. After all that he had done to you, you thought he deserved it.

“Somebody seems to have gotten out of the wrong side of bed this morning”, he remarked. He wasn’t even looking at you, opting to rather to gaze out at the beach head and the early morning sun rising above the waves. You were quite surprised that he hadn’t yet complained out the sea breeze tousling his locks, or the rough, uneven surface of the wall. Normally, he was so unbearable prissy. Though, you guessed he was “enduring” all of this because he wanted something from you.

“Thank you for informing me. I was beginning to wonder how you managed to wind up in this “backwater”. Perhaps you’ll stay in Paris if you get out of the right side of the bed in the future, eh?”

“I have come to help you.”

“Considering what your help has been the last two centuries, I’ll gladly do without it.”

“And you claim that you’ve mastered the art of hospitality!”, he hissed, now fully turning to you. “I’ve come here as a guest to offer by assistance on pressing matters.”

Rage making your blood hot, you turned to face him as well, speaking low and soft: “And I don’t recall having invited you. Not to mention that I told you to keep your distance the last time you came to me.

“Besides, need I remind you what your famed assistance did in the past centuries? Once I was a kingdom following the word of Muhammed, with regal courts filled with ivory and gold and mother-of-pearl. Then you came along, with all your smooth words to turn my people against each other, to encourage strife with my neighbours. You came to me while I was cloaked in riches and left me in rags”, you seethed.

It is true; once you had power in the palm of your hand, now the power you could touch was but a memory. You were a shadow of what you once were and you blamed him for it. Which was why you indented to keep him at an arm’s length at the minimum, an ocean apart ideally. Though you recognised that you couldn’t have everything you desired.

He is still for a few awkward moments. You take the time to divert your gaze back to the sea, reassured that despite the ire he was undoubtedly stewing in, that he wouldn’t dare slap you. Seeing that you had wanted to bluntly rub his misdeeds in his face for so, so long, finally being able to do so was cathartic – your heart felt a bit lighter.

“If that is the case then everything should be wonderful now that you are no longer a colony. How is your new-found sovereignty working out for you”, he fired back in mock-kindness once he regained the power of speech. His words made you curl your hands to fists as bitter notions rose from where you had buried them.

The overjoy of independence had been short-lived – once the initial euphoria had departed, the tragic reality had introduced itself. Since your people had had no power for centuries, they didn’t know how to govern themselves now. And in this new, strange world that had emerged after the globe had gone up in flames for the second time in a century, so many of the old rules and power structures were invalid. Different fractions were wrestling for power, trying to govern the country with the weak grasp and little knowledge they had. In the midst of all it, there were also outsiders presenting themselves as willing “teachers”.

“That is not the point of your visit. Why don’t you finally tell me why you are here”, you softly inquired. It is all you could do aside from throwing all caution in the wind.

“The matter with our dear America and our beloved Russia. Who have you chosen?”, he finally revelled what he wanted to talk about all along.

So that was what he wished to discuss! Although it would be illogical for him to haunt you for the sake of haunting you, you wouldn’t put it past him, considering his possessive attitude towards you in the past. It was a dark sort of relief that he actually had a relevant reason to be here.

“Not dear or beloved to me. It is you that flirted and flattered both of them in the past to achieve your ends.”

“I’ve heard the contrary. Though, I have gotten contradictory information from what it seems – my sources can’t make up their mind on who you are courting. So tell me, Russia or America?”

This time, you managed a coy smile. How incredibly narrow-minded Europeans could be!

“There seems to be a few misunderstandings afoot. I’m simply being a good host to potential investors. After all, as you have pointed out, I do pride myself for my hospitality”, you playfully say. Being a notch cleverer to him did put you in a good mood.

You could feel his eyes on you, looking you up and down as he tried to decipher the exact meaning your your words.

“So you are undecided?”

“No, I’ve simply decided that I can play both of them to my advantage. Both of them are so convinced that they are so powerful and clever that they don’t really consider that a small, run-down country like me could manipulate they for my own gains.”

Having been under the colonial thumb of France for a few centuries, you would be very weary of any supposed “help” he would offer, especially considering what said help did to you in the past. Francis would be semi-aware of this, and would try to appeal to you by being one of the lesser evils of the great powers. Additionally, he would try to convince you that the war changed him and since he isn’t the same person as he was before, you should give him a chance. Besides that, he would play on your “cultural ties” and his pre-existing knowledge of you.

When you would reveal that you planing or that you are already manipulating the two superpowers of the world to your own ends, he would try his best to sabotage your efforts, to varying degrees of success. His goal would be to isolate you and force you to come back to him.

Germany

„Oh, how the mighty have fallen“, an all to familiar voice said behind him. Ludwig flinched, hand absent-mindedly twitching to his belt, wanting to reach for his gun – but there was no gun. There was no gun and the war was over and he had lost. In the back of his head, he could hear America’s voice chiding him for his perchance for violence.

He twisted around on the park bench, and saw that it was you. You, his former colony, who was now looking at him with a mixture of sadistic fascination and disgust. A part of him, the one that was still enamoured with military discipline and the smells of hot steel and gun powder, wanted to snap at you for seeing him as anything less than your salvation, yet he stopped.

“What do you wanted from me”, he asked. Germany had had wanted to say something else, something that didn’t sound so pitiful. But what? After everything that had happened, he was still trying to find the golden middle of not sounding angry and imperial and not sounding like a spineless worm either. It was difficult as it was, especially considering that he had never been gifted with social graces, not like Austria or France or Italy were.

You rounded the bench, his eyes following you, mesmerised. Perhaps his memory was unreliable, but now you were somehow more beautiful than he remembered. Given, it had been over 20 years since he had last seen you, and that last time had been during a League of Nations meeting, with you being elusive and him still coming down from whatever fantasy concoction he had downed last night.

The sight of you made his heart burn with longing and guilt.

“I haven’t come to Europe for you, if that is what you mean. Recently, I was in England to finalise my independence. And to see if I could retrieve some of my artefacts from the British Museum. As for you – I thought I would pop by and gloat a bit”, you told him. You didn’t bother sitting down – you rather liked being able to loom over him at the moment.

Gritting his teeth, he buried the feelings of inadequacy that rose up in him.

“So the same as everybody else”.

“Yes, exactly. While I did know that you have always been a barbarian, sticking my people in zoos to be oogled at, I can’t deny that I am shocked at the extent you went. No wonder everybody hates you now.”

Your words hit a particularly sore spot. There were France and Britain that viewed him as yet another ticking time bomb, revanchist tendencies just lurking beneath the surface, waiting for more fuel. There was the sneering of the Soviets, whispers of genocidal maniac behind his back. There was the cursing and swears his brother had hurdled at him the last time they saw each other, face disappearing as Gilbert built a high wall to block him out. Austria had taken to cheering when he lost at sport events and the usual insults that Ludwig would only comprehend hours, at times even days, later.

“Since I am so lonely, why don’t you demonstrate your moral goodness and be my company”, he probed carefully. At this point in time, he felt so weak and raw and undone. He was probably a fool for trying get you, however that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try. You were opium to his frazzled nerves. In private, he had blamed you for his aggressive tendencies for years.

“Missing America’s hand around your throat already?” The implications were clear to him – France had already decried him Alfred’s plaything.

“I’d much rather have my hand around your throat”, it slipped out of him before he could catch his words. As soon as the gravitas of his own statement sunk in, he buried his face in his hands. It was true, it was the pure truth yet he had eternally people at his side, saying that the truth was frowned upon. Well not quite – the truth had been frowned upon during the regime, had been branded as lies except when it had been more useful than the tall tales Göbbels had loved to spin. Nowadays it was a matter of the correct framing.

With WWII being over, he would want to be his more than ever. In a way, he would need to feel whole again – through a mixture of affection and having power over you. Due to that, when and should you appear in his life again, he would try his best to win you over. Yet since he would have a rotten reputation after the war and his social skills would only improve marginally, he would have difficulties.

The events as WWII and afterwards, he would be revising his personality and be constantly second guessing himself. Nevertheless, there would still be moments when his true self would peak out and give you a hard time.

Japan

He was visibly uncomfortable with this whole ordeal. To an outsider, that didn’t know the personification of Japan, all the cues would have gone unnoticed, but not to you. No, you were all to familiar with him, more familiar than you wanted to be. It was in the way he was gripping his bag of sweets too tightly, in the manner he pressed his knees firmly together.

“And that is why you were at the festival. To simply enjoy my culture?”, you interrogated him. It would have been an interrogation, if you weren’t sitting opposite each other in an empty park at midnight and he wasn’t wearing cat ears for some reason. It did fit the theme of the celebration, yet it absolutely didn’t fit him, in your honest and humble opinion. You were used to seeing him in imperial regalia, stern and unforgiving as he bled you dry and then claimed to be your salvation.

“Is there something wrong with me admiring you?”, he asked tentatively, as if he had forgotten everything he had done onto you. You for one, had little doubt why he has here – because he wanted to have you again. It was true that he liked you, some parts of you that was; the ones that he approved of. The other – your distaste for him, the morals that you held that didn’t overlap with his, those there supposed to be burned out. Centuries past, he had often taken that too literally.

“You’re saying that to a nation that you had had as a colony for decades.”

“You had your own sovereignty.”

“What difference is there between a puppet state and a colony, other than the illusion of freedom?”, you questioned harshly. Blood was pumping fast and hot and now you could feel your heart beat in your ears. All he had done to you – the gilded cage and the backhanded compliments, the medical experiments and live target practises – it made you want to punch him. Sadly, America had gotten him first. Kiku had been clever to surrender to just one nation rather than allowing himself to be torn apart like Germany had been, or Korea in the aftermath. Personally, you hoped to avoid either such a fate, in this new, strange world.

“I distaste such a subject, though if you insist, I’ll humour you – I was just doing what I thought was best for you. Much woe could have been avoided if you had decided to be my ally like Thailand did. As you know, I loved you very much, I still do, and I didn’t want to force you to comply to my will.”

“Tell yourself that so that you can sleep well at night. Deep down both you and I know that none of the punishments and scoldings and executions had been needed – you just enjoyed that because you loved keeping me on a short leash”, you replied icily, anger restrained and measured. It was the one useful thing that you had learned from him – to avoid emotional outbursts.

“And you would have been better in my stead? Must I remind you how you subjugated your own neighbours. This moralising isn’t typical of you, why not leave it to the masters of the subject – Alfred and Ivan.

“On that note, have they both been rubbing off on you? If that is the case, it would explain a lot. Though for your sake I hope you aren’t aiming to play both of them against each other – they would turn you to ash just for their little power games.”

Kiku would take an approach reminiscent of Yao in way. In some way, he would be trying to appeal to your emotions – the scrapes of affection and toxic dependence that you felt towards him in the past and the revulsion you would feel to becoming a vassal of either superpower. On the other hand, he would try to appeal to your logic, pointing out that neither of them would have your best interests at heart and your would be safer seeking sanctuary with the devil that you know rather than the devil that you don’t know. Meanwhile, he would try to be as polite and cordial as possible.

Alas, though – at times he would be impatient and allow his emotions to get the better of him. His pride would step him or he would just want to put you in your place. While he would have far less power than he had when he was an empire, who knows how long that would last. He might convince Alfred to leave you in his care, so that the superpower would have his hands free to court more important nations.

#yandere germany #yandere japan #yandere china #yandere france #yandere hetalia #hetalia #yandere #x reader

[grippingbeskar]

salt, ice and fire | frank castle

chapter thirteen - three’s a crowd

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warnings: mentions of sa in terms of unwanted advances, swearing, torture, blood, violence, death, description of injuries, cuts, derogatory names, slightly steamy at the end?? whaaaaat!!!?!??!

word count: 4.7k

a/n: there is mentions of elements of sa in this chapter. I wont ever include explicit sa, but the characters i’m going with are assholes in general, and as a woman this shit unfortunate seems realistic in the way i’ve discussed. pls do not interact if you don’t feel you can, your mental health is always more important. i did mention it earlier that there would be elements of this, but i’ll always put it in the description as well. i hope the way i’ve written it does not make it seem like i am using this subject as a plot device, but rather a realistic deduction of a conversation, but it is cleared up. pls stay safe and i love u all.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 

You stood back as the splash of water woke up the Colonel with a jolt, Frank letting go of the bucket with the movement. It smashes into his face, and you aren’t sure which one was the thing to wake him, but he opens his eyes anyway.

“There we go.” Frank slaps him in the face a few times as his eyes start to open.

“Where the fuck-“ He’s cut off by his own scream of pain, Frank driving the sharpened blade of a knife into his right thigh.

“I think you know how this is gonna go, yeah? You are gonna answer every god damn question she asks, when she asks it. None of your cryptic bullshit.” The Colonel picks his chin up from his chest, and his eyes find yours over Franks shoulder. Frank grabs him by the hair and yanks his head to the other side. “You got that?”

“You need me alive if you want to question me.” The Colonel spits blood onto Franks face, and a sick sort of smile crosses his face. “You can threaten all you want. I know you won’t kill me.”

“Nobody needs you. Half your men are dead, and the other half think you’re safe and sound underground. No one’s coming for you. Now it’s just you and me.” The Colonel doesn’t say anything else, just groans and cries out in pain again as Frank does something you can’t see with the hand next to his head. Then he shoves him, turning around to face you.

Before you’d woken him up, you and Frank had only had about five good minutes to discuss how you were going to handle this. Luckily, you didn’t need a whole lot of training in this department. There would be no good cop, bad cop crack. You needed to straighten out the story, and unfortunately for you, he was the missing piece. The Colonel was weak minded, you knew that from the two months you spent with him, as well as how easily he folded under your threats.

Switching spots with Frank, you crouch down in front of the man. There wasn’t a part of his body that wasn’t broken or bleeding, leaving you little territory to make your claim on. You’d find something. He always managed to.

“Not the reunion we were expecting, is it?” You say, squinting your eyes a little. It was hard to figure out where he was looking this close up, bloodshot eyes shaking too much to focus.

“If you want to draw the Gnuccis out, you’ll need me alive. You’re a smart girl – I know you are, even if you played dumb.” You resist the urge to spit in his face.

“Where are they keeping him?” He drops his head back, the fake medallions on his chest clanking together. The position reminds you the first time you met Frank, coming back to the Colonels base where he strapped you to the chair and slapped the shit out of you. He takes too long to answer, so you repay the favour, cracking your fist into his jaw. “Answers, or I’ll start taking trophies.”

“Trophies.” He shakes his head “It’s almost funny. Bobby always wanted you to be cut throat like that, but he could never break you enough. Turns out one round with the Punisher was all you needed.”

“Are you right handed?” You ask, picking up Frank’s knife from the table, ignoring his slight jab.

“What?”

“You always used to hit me with your right hand.” You flatten out his hand on the table, dragging the chair he was tied to across just a little. “So, educated guess. You’re right handed.” His eyes widen, and you can see desperation flooding his face.

“If you kill me, you’ll never find your brother. I’ll let him burn just like they did to your parents-“ You cut off his little finger, severing it in one go. He screams, just like they always do, and then starts crying. Frank doesn’t move an inch, just stands behind you, observing.

“We feeling more friendly now? You wanna tell me something?” Teeth bared, he strains and looks up at you. He looks at you how you used to look at him, when he strapped a bomb to your wrist and forced you to kill dozens of people.

“I already told you; I don’t know where they are.”

“Maybe I just take off the whole hand. I’ve never been very patient.”

“Okay. Okay, just stop. I’ll – I’ll tell you what I know. Just stop.” You put the knife down on the table and stare up at him, still crouching to his height on the chair. “Bobby came after me, when you got out.”

“Not good enough.” You pick the knife up again, and he thrashes in the chair.

“Wait! Wait. He came after me, and told me if I didn’t get you back, he’d kill me. He was the one who set us up at the docks, and gave us the location of Silo. He’s – he’s been watching me, waiting for you to come. He knew you would. He just didn’t expect you’d have company.” His eyes flick over to Frank, who says nothing, just clicks the safety off his gun.

“He knows now?”

“Of course he does. Who do you think switched off the motion sensors and took over the cameras?” Well, that explains how dozens of people were moving in and out of that place for weeks without being noticed. The cameras must be being fed a loop. “And now he’s coming for all of us.”

“How do you know?”

“He told me. If I ran again, he said he would hunt me down and kill me. Now I’m here, and you’ve just put an even bigger target on your back.”

“You tried to run?”

“When you escaped, I was left with little choice.” He spits, all anger directed to you as if you put him in this situation, and not his own choice to team up with the country’s most notorious crime boss. “It was going perfectly. You only had to wait four more months, and you would have been back with him.”

“So you lied to me. Again. ” You snarl, and Frank puts a hand on your shoulder. The Colonel catches the gesture and stares up at you.

“You should pick your help more wisely.” He changes the subject. The smile on his face reveals his missing teeth. “I could have given you whatever he has and more.”

“Was that before or after you strapped a bomb to my wrist and forced me to kill your enemies for you?” He shakes his head, the weight of it swinging to each side manically.

“You were built for this! Built for violence - you crave it. Bobby had you locked up down there in Washington - wasting your potential. I only gave you what you wanted.” He leans forward, his breath lingering in your face. “Admit it. It felt good - getting outside. Killing again. I made you feel that. I could have given you freedom.”

“I wanted nothing to do with you.” His eyes roam across your face, down to your neck, and then stop, landing on something. You knew the hickey Frank gave you was still there, and it almost burnt under his gaze.

“Jesus Christ. You really did whore yourself out - for what, a little gun power? I could have given you all of that if you’d opened your legs as easily as-“ Frank is suddenly next to you, cracking his fist into the Colonels face. You hear a bone snap, and blood pours from his nose.

“You finish that fucking sentence, and it’ll be the last thing you say.” His voice is deadly low, and before you think better of it you’re pulling him out of the room, closing the door to the bedroom leaving the Colonel strapped to the chair.

“This isn’t going to work if you keep up like this. He isn’t built like one of your targets. He’s-” You sigh, losing the words. You knew Bobby Gnucci would be coming for you - he’d spent the better part of twelve years creating you, it was expected he would want to make good on his investment. Other than that, the Colonel gave you nothing but a headache.

“We kill him. Now. I’m done waiting.” His face was twitching, it’s the most on edge he’s ever been around you.

“What is it?”

“What is it? I wanted him dead two hours ago.” He goes to push past you, but you grab him, yanking him backwards. If you weren’t you, he would have gone straight through you.

“That’s not it. Why are you so pissed off?” He was clenching his teeth, nostrils flared. You lower your voice. “Is it because the kids were down there?”

“What?”

“The kids. At Silo. You said he didn’t hurt them, though, right? Look, if you want this to end now, I will go out there and tear his head off myself. I’m just trying to - if I lose my brother because of him, if he knows something - anything I can use. I will never forgive myself if I let him get to me. We have one shot at this.”

“It’s not the god damn kids.” You saw a glimpse of them - it seemed like they hadn’t seen the violence like he’d inflicted on their mother. On you. You’d be able to pick it. “You hear what he’s saying? About-“ Your sigh cuts him off.

“Oh, Jesus. You want to throw this thing away because he called me a whore?” You almost laugh, trying to bury that warm feeling in your chest when Franks eyes look up to you, confirming your right. “If that was the worst thing he’d done to me, I’d be doing backflips.”

“What are you say-“

“Frank. Focus. If I can shove it down, stomach it for the next five minutes while we finish this off, so can you. You have no right to be angrier than me. Not at him.” You know your face must betray you, because in the mirror in the bathroom, you can see your just as hard in the eye as Frank is. He breaths out once and nods, a soldier ready to take orders, no matter how much he doesn’t like them. “Okay. Good.”

He follows you out, the Colonels attention snapping to the footsteps coming out of the bathroom. He was bleeding badly from his leg and hand. You were pressed for time.

“Guess I’m lucky.” The Colonel says, voice horse.

“How so?” You swing a leg over the chair in front of him. His eyes weren’t trained on you, but on the man behind you, who you had no doubt was squeezing the life out of the barrel of his gun, waiting for him to make a move.

“That you’ve got the Punisher so pussy whipped. Leash on so tight - he’s practically a dog. It’s nice to be the one in control for once, hm?” You were nodding, trying to play it as cool as possible so Frank didn’t jump over you and snap his neck.

“You know none of that shit worked on me back then.”

“Ah, but you talk so much more now. Besides, maybe it’s not you I’m trying to work on.” He still isn’t looking at you.

“Okay. So, you lose me, and Bobby gets guys to come after you. You try to run, it doesn’t work out, so he gives you one more chance to bring me in. Let’s you try to redeem yourself, use yourself as bait, knowing I’d come for you. Why wasn’t he there himself? Surely he didn’t trust you enough to do this on your own.”

“Like I said. He didn’t know you were making so many friends.” You look over to Frank, who’s closer than you realise.

“Just the one. So he bailed?”

“He was in a car out front. Waiting for us to bring you out.” You scoff, leaning back in the chair.

“Never wants to get his hands dirty. Sounds like Bobby.”

“We done here?” Frank looms above you, and the Colonel straightens in his chair.

“She’s good, isn’t she?” He lets his head slump to the side. “Could get anyone on their knees with that mouth. Had Mr. Gnucci just as whipped, though he wasn’t as pliant.”

“Wait.” You push Frank back as he moves towards the Colonel. “What do you mean by that?” Your head shoots up. Bobby hated you - he treated you no better than shit under his shoe. You could never understand why he poured millions of dollars into research for a person like you, especially after his father died. It was his mission, his research, not Bobby’s. You figured it was some kind of family legacy bullshit he’d been tagged with. But if there was something else…

“You were his present. His last gift from his father - the promise of something new. He was obsessed with having you, owning you. Even I knew that, and I only knew the man for a few months.” You put the knife to his throat. “Why do you think he’s doing all this? Hiring me, taking my deal? He needs you to build a new empire - no one will stand against him with you. He needed me to earn back your alliance.”

“Why would that work?” You press the knife further, and he leans back, swallowing. “How would you win my alliance with him?”

“He still had your brother. The plan was to win you back, make it seem like I had stolen you. He’d swoop in, take you back. Make you trust him again.” The information makes you feel sick. He wanted to paint himself as the hero to you - to save you from the situation he put you in. It was all so twisted and obsessive - you wanted to scream.

“Why lock me up then? Why leave me down in that cage, alone, for fucking years?! Huh?! You tell me why someone who needs me holds my brother hostage, and locks me away! If he needed me so damn much, why the hell did he do this to me?!” You were yelling in his face, fist clenched around the knife. You wanted to drive it into his skull so badly, but you knew you were close to the end. Just one more minute.

“You know why. Why do men do anything? This is why America needs me - women drive men like Bobby, men who have all the power, all the money they could need to insanity. I would have been the answer!” His voice is cracking, you know he’s yelling but it’s softer than when he used to scream at you after a mission. Your knife was drawing blood on his throat. You were so close to snapping. So close. “You can’t - wait. Wait, my men, they’ll-“

“What? Kill me? If I’m what Bobby wants, then I’m the last person they’ll kill.” If the Colonel was telling you the truth, Bobby was in some sort of obsessive family rabbit hole, or some kind of twisted lust with owning you. Either way, it sounds like he’s overstayed his welcome.

“He’ll kill him. If they don’t, Bobby will.” His eyes flick behind you to Frank and you crack your fist into his head. Frank’s body is nearly pressing behind you, a reminder to remember where you are. His presence makes you suck in a breath, grounding yourself. “You either let me live, and I put a stop to my men, or kill me, and an entire army comes for you.”

“Do you remember the day you found me?” Your face screws up with anger. “I asked if I could trust you, and you strapped a bomb to me. Why the fuck would I trust you now?”

“I don’t have much of a choice, do I?” The words make you smile. Getting up, you grab more of the rope and tie the middle of his body tighter to the chair, then tie his feet together. Finally, you gag him, making sure it’s firm, and drag his chair over to the corner of the room, away from anything and everything that could be used as a weapon.

Frank hasn’t moved, still standing in the centre of the room. You walk straight past him, heading for the bedroom, and only when your about to shut the door does he follow. You can hear the Colonel trying to say something, but the gag in his mouth muffles it to a yell.

“Well, I’m not going to take him to the bathroom, so that’s gonna have to be your duty.” You say as Frank locks the door behind him. He was moving too quietly, too soft, and it was starting to freak you out a little. “Frank?”

“What happened when you were with him?”

“You know what happened.” You look down at your arms.

“Not Bobby. The Colonel. If you want that piece of shit to have a chance at living through the night, you gotta tell me what he was talking about.” He was breathing like you did when you were having a panic attack, in through his nose and out through his mouth, trying to maintain some semblance of control.

“Frank, you’re freaking me out.” Your eyebrows bunch together, and he clenches his fists once.

“You can tell me.” He steps closer to you, slow like he’s approaching a wounded animal. “Did he - he touch you? When you were with him?”

“You’re still on that? Look, the guys he employs - they are bottom of the barrel. I mean, you’ve seen the shit they say about women online. They tried to provoke me - like he was doing, just then. Called me names, tried to get close-“

“He laid a hand on you?” Frank goes to turn back to the door, goes to leave, but you pull him away.

“Listen to me. I’ve dealt with men like that my entire life. When I was working for Bobby, most of the men I was sent to kill were just like him. Assholes who were desperate for any inch of female attention. ‘New America’ was the same type, just a different font and a whole lot less money. It was a new place, they didn’t know what I could do, or if they did they didn’t believe it.” He took another step towards you, hands balled at his side. “Whatever they put near me, I tore off. Same shit happened with Bobby and his men at the beginning. It was the one thing I could actually prepare for.”

“Is this all supposed to make me feel better about lettin’ this asshole live?” You scoff, resisting the urge to shove him out the room. A new kind of anger burns through you, and your talking before you can think.

“I’m not trying to make you feel better, dickhead. I’m explaining something that you asked me about. Something that I, for your information, don’t ever have to share if I don’t want to. They see a woman, broken down, and think they have a right to take what they want. They don’t, and I made sure they knew it.”

“And-” He tries, but you’re too far gone. It almost feels good, to yell like this. Not have to think. Let yourself be angry.

“And what?! You wanna interrogate me? Tie me to another radiator? You don’t think this shit is traumatic enough to have to sit through? To let him say shit like that to my face, to you, and I just have to sit there, listening?”

“I’m sorry.” It’s far too late for that, tears were flowing down your cheeks and you were yelling so loud you thought anyone would be able to hear.

“No! Fuck you! You think because you kissed me one time I owe you an explanation of every detail of my life? Does that - is it changing shit for you? Too much now that you know it wasn’t all fucking sunshine for me down there?!” He steps forward, not put off by your anger one bit. He would take whatever you threw at him, and you were throwing your entire tank.

“That is not what I was saying. Don’t put those fuckin words in my mouth. This doesn’t change a god damn thing.”

“You sure? It did for Bobby. You know, he locked me up for a reason. Like an idiot, I thought it was because I broke his rules, went out on my own, but now I think he might of been jealous. Pissed something touched his toy before he’d broken me enough that I would let him do it himself.” Frank said nothing, just stood there and let you scream at him. “I fucked some guy, some security guard working at a bar I was casing. I wanted to make my own choices for once in my fucking life. I wanted that to be the one thing they couldn’t take from me. He found out, and threw me down in that cell. The last thing he said to me was ‘I hope it was worth it.’ They sent me the guys head two days later. Left it in there with me until it rotted and the rats came.”

You take a shuddering breath, not realising how much you were crying. That’s when Frank finally moves, and pulls you against his chest. He was still covered in blood, but it was dried out now and nearly cracked on his shirt with the force of him hauling you to him. He held you, let you cry into his shirt, and eventually you wrapped your arms around him, too.

You know he didn’t deserve what you said, but you were angry. So fucking angry that the Colonel would say shit like that - insinuate that anything had happened in front of Frank. You hated him for it, hated him for making you feel small or powerless, because you weren’t. Even without the enhancements, the only weak ones were the men who taunted you.

“I - I didn’t mean - they didn’t. I’m so-“ You hiccup between choked sobs, and Frank just held you, hushing you while walking backwards towards the other door in the bedroom that leads to the small bathroom. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re okay.” He whispers into your hair, and you try to just focus on breathing.

In for seven.

Out for eleven.

Frank holds you tighter, and it’s not until he picks you up and over something that you realise he’s pulling you into the shower. You were both still caked with blood and dirt from the night, but everything had moved so fast you almost forgot about it.

He leans back against the concrete wall, turning on the shower with his other hand. The hot water works weirdly well in this place, and the warmth runs down your back, making you press into him. Neither of you say anything, you were still crying, but it wasn’t so much because of the Colonel. You were angry at yourself for being so effected by it. You wanted so badly to put it behind you, but every day you were dragged further and further into it; the end getting further away the longer you ran from it.

“I’ll let you clean up.” He mumbles into your hair after minutes of silence pass, but you shake your head. The last thing you want right now is for him to leave. He still wasn’t close enough, with his arms around your back. He whispers a little ‘ok’ and stands there with you, both fully clothed as the water runs red.

Your cries get fewer and further between, and you can feel your body relaxing under Franks strong hold. The water melts some of the blood off you, but your clothes feel heavy the more water clings to it. Frank’s hands slide lower on your back, gently grabbing at the hem of your shirt. You lean off him, hands coming over his, and pull it over your head without hesitation, discarding it somewhere else.

“Something about you and showers.” You say as your breath comes back to you, and he looks down, hands coming to the side of your face. You were expecting a laugh, maybe an eye roll, but he leans down and kisses you instead. Lightly, like the first time.

“Every guy has his thing, huh?” Smiling, you grab at his shirt, slowly pulling it up and over. He winced slightly, and you lean back, getting a proper look at him. There’s a cut across his bicep, deep enough that two hours later it’s still an angry red colour. “Don’t worry about it.”

He tucks your hair behind your ears, using his thumbs to wipe away any remaining dirt and blood. He leans you back a little more, putting your face directly under the water and you splutter dramatically, making him laugh. The sound of it makes you forget about everything before, the Colonel outside, the Gnuccis coming for you. Everything stops, and you just look at him.

“I’m sorry. For what I said.”

“You do-“

“Take the apology. For once.” You sigh, and he pulls you forward and kisses you again. Harder this time, water running down both of your faces, Franks hands going past your cheeks and into your hair. Just as you lean into him, he pulls back. The blood running from his hair covers his face in a clear red. “You got soap in here?”

He leans away, grabbing a bottle of some kind of liquid that’s probably been there for years and squirting it all over your head. You grab it from him and return the favour, using way too much. You were smiling, laughing like neither of your lives were as they are, like you weren’t just sobbing into his arms minutes ago. Letting the blood run down the drain, he turned you around and took his time, running his hands through your hair and down your neck.

Fingers splayed on your shoulders, running down your back, taking his time. His face drops to your neck, lips brushing against the clean skin. You move your hair to one side, and he runs his fingers through it, letting his hand come over the top. He’s too careful, skipping over the bare skin of your chest, over the seam of your bra, landing on your stomach, and he presses you back into him, making you gasp.

“Feels good, Frank.” He still had one arm around your stomach, the other practically massaging the muscles in your shoulder.

“Yeah?” He says against your skin, and you almost shudder at the sound of his voice.

“Mhmm.” One of his fingers skates along the hem of your pants, dipping under the seam by just an inch, then slides back along your stomach. “Should take them off.”

“We got company.” He says unconvincingly, reminding himself more than you. Your eyes flutter closed.

“I don’t give a fuck.” His other hand drops, both of them now resting on your hips. You turn your face to his, kissing his nose, and he looks up at you.

“Listen, I-“

“It’s okay. If you can’t.” You say it softly. The water is running clear over your faces, only red at the bottom where you were still wearing your bloody clothes. His eye is starting to turn purple again. It’s rare to see him without any bruises on his face, the old ones having just faded out. “I understand.”

“You gonna let me talk?” You raise a hand and put it over your mouth, and he scoffs and shakes his head, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I don’t want you to go anywhere.”

“Hm.” You say through your hand, glad that it’s hiding your face from him.

“I like being here with you.” He pulls your hand away, slowly dragging it over your slightly bruised lips. You keep staring at him, in awe of the confession coming from his mouth. Moments pass, and you don’t even realise he was waiting for you. “You uh- be real good if you could say something now.”

“Oh, can I talk?” He rolls his eyes, smiling. “I like it too. Whatever it is.”

“Whatever it is, huh?”

“Well, I like it when you kiss me here.” You lean up, pressing your lips to his and snaking a hand up behind his neck. “And here.”

You pull his head back down to where it was, Frank obediently following your gentle pull, tongue darting out before his lips press right under your jaw.

“There?”

“Mhmm.” You can feel him smile against you, and his hand does that same little trick, sliding just an inch under the seam of your pants. “Have you… since your um-“

“Yeah.” You thank God he figured out what you were saying without having to say it. “Once.”

“Special lady?” He smiles again, and goes a little lower with his hand.

“Sure. Met her at a bar. Never saw her again.” His teeth graze the same spot as last time, and you arch into him.

“Classy, Castle.” You feel better. You weren’t sure you could handle being his first since… well, her. You could feel the ring on your spine, the chain of his necklace cold against your warm skin.

“What about you?”

“When-“ You gasp when he abruptly spins you around, lips attaching to your collarbone. “When would I of had the time?“

“Good.” He grumbles.

“Jealous?”

“Maybe.” You hook your arms around the back of his neck, encouraging him to meet your eyes.

“So what are we doing?“

“You tell me.” Everything he does makes you shiver, the last of the soap sliding down the side of his face. You run your hands over his now clean hair, no blood rushing out of it.

“I thought I made it pretty clear last time.” Your thumb brushes over his lower lip.

“You stopped me.” You pull back, squinting at him.

“No I didn’t. I was giving you an out.”

“Why would I want that?” You shrugged, and you felt his hands get tighter on your hips. “If it was up to me, I would have kept you up all night. Wouldn’t of slept for days.”

Your toes curl at the idea, all the thoughts you’ve had over the past few weeks crawling their way to the front of your brain.

“I only want what you want. Tell me, and it’s yours.” He breathes against your mouth, and you say the words you’ve been dying to say, but never had the courage. You still close your eyes when you open your mouth.

“I want you, Frank.”

“You got me.” The water shuts off, and in the next moment, your legs are in the air, wrapped around him, and nothing has ever felt more right.

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can I ask for a song fic with Eddiexreader based on the song the story of us by Taylor Swift, please? ♡

Of course I can my little ravioli

Mentions: angst, fighting, hurt feelings, unresolved issues

“It’ll be us against the fucking world sweet heart” Eddie had assured you “once I graduate we’re gonna get the hell out of this shithole town” you nod and smile “I’m holding you to that munson” you wrapped your pinky around his staring up at him lovingly from there you two were inseparable. Until flash forward a couple of months.

Things had been going okay though it seems you had hit a rough patch from miscommunications between the two of you like when you pressed to know why the hell he was meeting up with Chrissy Cunningham after school completely ditching your plans to go to the record store. “Eddie this is the 5th time you’ve blown me off what the hell” you lightly shoved his shoulder arms crossing over your chest “Sweetheart it’s just a drug deal that’s it stop worrying about it” and just like that he had blown you off walking out of the hellfire club room leaving you there watching him leave tears welling up dread building in your stomach.

After that day you would try to avoid him taking different hallways avoiding the cafeteria completely until one day you had to go get something from a friend walk in and seeing Eddie at his usual hellfire table he takes a quick glance at you before turning back to his friends talking to them about the newest campaign. You choke back a silent cry feeling like your dying wondering if he feels the same way. Everything seemed to be falling apart in your inseparable duo.

You flicked through the records uninterestingly not used to not having Eddie beside you making fun of the dumb album covers some of the newest bands had when you heard the ring of the door chiming turning to look seeing Eddie walking in along with the rest of corroded coffin all of them in a heated discussion of who was better Iron Maiden or Metallica when you caught his eye you quickly turned back around fidgeting with the old shirt you were wearing picking at the loose thread. Eddie just walked right by you not even acknowledging you were even there to caught up in his pride and ego to actually realize he’s the one at fault. You quickly got out of there not knowing if you could keep in the tears any longer.

All you wanted to do was run into his arms beg him to not leave that everything would work out that you missed him more than anything in the hopes he would say he had missed you to and it was just a rough patch, but he was quiet and so were you as you passed each other it was almost deafening.

Here you were again this time in mrs.o’donnells class he hadn’t saved a seat for you instead deciding to sit in the very back of the class as far away from you as possible. You took a seat lip quivering but eyes staring straight ahead not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you break down over him. It felt like death like everything was crumbling and you wouldn’t be able to pick up the pieces.

It felt like a competition between the two of you at this point of who could act the most distant to act like they don’t give a fuck about what the whole situation was doing to the other.

You missed when it was just you and him a couple of freaks against a town of conforming assholes who wouldn’t even think twice about making fun of you or bully you.

All you wanted was for him to concede to come to you and tell you the fight is stupid the whole situation is stupid and that he loved you that you didn’t have to keep your armor up anymore to keep yourself from hurting worse than you already were.

Graduation came you sat in your section Eddie in his a small smile on your face proud he had made it when his name was called you resisted the urge to clap to cheer for him to scream how proud you were of him. You two made quick eye contact barely even a glance before he rushed off the stage and out the double doors just like he said he would, but you had hoped it would’ve been you running off with him out of this shit hole town where the only good thing was him.

What a tragedy.

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson angst #stranger things #eddie munson x reader

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Part 2? Part 2! Now with more mutual pining and frustration.

PART 1

The road kinked and wound in sharp S-shaped curves up Mount Lemmon. When you peered out the open window you could see the sparkling lights of Tucson sprawled out below, a beacon in the night. It wasn't the coolest place you'd been but from up here it looked magical. Your eyes drifted back down to the revolver in your hands and you began to load it like Severen had taught you. Beside you the man himself reached out to turn up the radio, blaring Thin Lizzy's Jailbreak album until it bounced off the cliff walls and back at your fast moving truck. Severen navigated the road with practiced ease and you resisted the urge to look over at him by aiming your gun out the window and waiting patiently. As another hard turn approached you saw your target. A couple of big yellow signs with thick black arrows that served as a warning. Without hesitation you blasted holes though the center of each one. Beside you Severen hollered in encouragement, a hand leaving the wheel to smack the roof of the truck a few times. You tried to not let him distract you as you continued to shoot at passing road signs, emptying all the chambers.

His heavy hand finally landed on your knee, squeezing it before stroking a thumb over the bare skin though the tears in your jeans. "Yer aim is gettin' real good, sweetheart." There he went again with the cute little names. It made your heart flip flop like a fish on the dock, desperate for water. You busied your own hands with reloading the gun. "Thanks." He frowned at your short tone. You tried to act normal but your brain, possibly the only organ dumber than your heart, buzzed incessantly with the events of earlier.

"You gonna make her your mate, Severen?" Homer jeered. Sev, who'd been eyeing the pretty bartender since you’d all walked in, scoffed and tore his eyes away from her to look back at him. "No, why you wanna see if she'll give you a chance, Lil Boner?" As he laughed his gaze shifted to you but you didn't join in with him like usual. Homer's words made you feel nauseous, an uncomfortable churning in your stomach that had you up and on your feet and crossing the bar. You ignored the looks the others gave you as you made your way over to a man who'd been paying you the same attention Severen had been giving the bartender. You tried to convince yourself you only felt sick because you were hungry, the man rose from his seat as you approached, that you just needed a bite and you'd be back to normal. You placed a hand on his broad shoulder and smiled up at him, wondering if he could see the odd look in your eye. Maybe he did because his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. "You look like you want to buy me a drink." He nodded eagerly at your words. “I do.”

When you dropped the man’s lifeless body to the ground, entirely drained, your eyes automatically flitted around the room to gain your bearings. Your whole being buzzed with the high you got from a fresh meal and you wondered if there was anyone else for you to play with. Instead they landed on Severen. You watched how he crowded the horrified bartender against the back wall, one hand on her waist and another brushing long shiny hair from her neck. Of course he went for her. Why wouldn’t he? You looked away, not wanting your brain to catch anymore dumb ideas than the ones that had been mounting. Instead you started grabbing liquor bottles and helped Jesse light up the bar. The destruction helped soothe your anxiety.

It wasn’t that you were just jealous. It was part of it, sure, you could admit that. But the more pressing matter was what if? What if Severen had decided to turn that girl to make her his mate? What would that mean for you? What if he found a mate and she didn’t like you hanging around him anymore? Surely he would pick his mate over just a friend. Yeah you were a little jealous but you were more afraid. Severen’s hand left your knee and returned to the wheel at a particularly sharp curve and you focused on shooting out more signs instead of your obnoxious thoughts.

Beside you Severe placed a cigarette between his lips. He reached out to offer one to you too but your sharp eyes remained firmly out the window and on your fast approaching targets, so his hand dropped back down. He placed your cigarette in the cup holder and only lit his own. Though he really wanted to light yours for you. You'd seemed tense and anxious. Agitated even. He hated to see you like this, it's why he suggested the ride in the first place. A ride you'd usually take with no hesitation. Though tonight you seemed reluctant to climb in the truck with him. His mind flashed back to the man at the bar. The way your gentle hands climbed up to his shoulders, how you looked at him through your lashes, how your lips brushed against his neck. It lit a fire in his chest he couldn't shake. And now here you were with him, but your mind was elsewhere. And without any indication from you of where it was his own was left to fill in the gaps. He worried if you got lonely. If you needed more than his companionship. If you missed being held and kissed. Severen's hands tightened on the wheel.

He hated when anyone used that word around you. 'Mate'. He wondered if it made you think twice. Maybe you considered the word in the middle of the day while he was asleep a good few feet away from you. Maybe you would lie there while he slept and thought about what it would be like to have what the others did. He knew occasionally he did. And when those thoughts did plague him Severen would look at you, asleep in whatever comfortable spot you could find, and realize when he pictured his perfect someone. It was you.

He was jarred from his thoughts as you finally pulled yourself back in through the window. You were out of ammo and would need to pick up more soon. He reached down to the cup holder and once again grabbed the cigarette to offer you and he was glad that you took it this time. He then offered you his lighter, flicking it to life. He watched from the corner of his eye as you leaned in and guarded the flame with cupped hands. Orange light danced over the bridge of your nose and apples of your cheeks and he drank it in before pulling the flame back. "We're almost there," he announced.

You puffed at the cigarette and stared out the windshield, curiosity finally pushing back your sour thoughts. Severen had made it a habit to show you his little secret spots in each pit stop you all took. Another thing he did to make you feel oh so special. Though you were sure he had to keep some to himself still. Right? He took a sudden sharp turn onto a pull off, and you had to catch yourself before colliding with his side. He chuckled and threw an arm around you, squeezing your shoulder. You were too weak to resist the familiar urge to lean into him.

Severen threw the truck into park with his free hand, but didn't let you go quite yet. Instead he took his time turning the lights off and cutting the engine, leaving you both in the dark of the night. He leaned back in his seat and tugged you closer to his chest, making you shift across the bench seat to settle more comfortably against him. Your eyes gazed up at him as he huffed out a cloud of smoke, letting it fill the space between the two of you. You thought to question him but before you could he was looking down at you with a thousand watt grin and your mind fell blank. "This place is just for us okay? Don't go tellin' no one." He said this almost every time he brought you somewhere. And maybe it was just your current proximity but something about the way he said it this time felt different. You reached your pinky out to him with a small grin of your own and he linked your fingers. "I promise." You kissed your index finger on the opposite side if your hand and he did the same before disentangling and throwing the door open.

Severen lead you out into the hot night. Even up in these mountains under the moon your clothes still clung to you with a thin sheen of sweat. The humidity of monsoon season didn't seem to help either, making the air moist and heavy on your skin. You followed him down a trail that was either stomped though by animals or possibly even by Severen himself though the years. You weren't sure which. Carefully you matched each of his steps as they wound downwards though a valley. And when it got steep he reached blindly behind him for your hand to help you.

You weren't sure for how long you'd been hiking before you became aware of the landscape evening out and a dull roaring sound filling your ears. "Is that… Water?" Severen didn't respond, he only pulled you along with barely concealed excitement.

As you peaked over a ridge you were met with a sight you didn't think you could find out here. Water crested over the top of a cliff face and poured down in droves, filling up what would normally be a dry river. "Only gets like this during a real good monsoon season, and from what I hear it's been pouring out here the past month." Severen finally released your hand and began to strip his layers off. You did the same without a second thought, racing him to the river.

The sounds for your's and Severen's laughter echoed through the valley as you splashed at each other and wrestled in the cool water. All earlier thoughts and worries were completely abandoned. Right then there was only space for the two of you.

You locked your legs around one of Severen's and gave him a hard push, sending him and you both tumbling back into the water with a big splash. You sat up on top of him and threw your hand in the air in victory. "Gotcha mother fucker!" He flopped down into the water in defeat, but only to take in the compromising position you'd worked yourselves in. "Well shit if this is losing then I might just quit cheatin'." It took you a moment to figure out what he meant before you scoffed and splashed water across his face until he was sputtering. Quickly you unstraddled your friend and settled down in the water beside him.

You and severen floated along the surface of the water on your backs. The gentle current carrying you downstream made the stars in the sky move as you stared up at them. You lifted an arm to point at a constellation. "You see that one there?" You traced the pattern with your finger for Severen to follow. "That's Cygnus, the swan." His eyes followed the pattern you mapped until he could make out the shape. "Don't look like much of a swan to me," he mumbled, making you laugh.

"There's a few stories of how it got that name. My favorite is about Phaethon, the son of Helios. Helios was a sun god who rode across the skies in a fiery chariot." You didn't notice how Severen turned his head to look at you as you spoke. "One day Phaethon pleaded with Helios to ride his chariot. Helios initially said no because it would be too dangerous and only he could control the horses that pulled the chariot. But eventually Phaethon convinced him. And it was pretty much a disaster," you laughed, making him smile. "He couldn't control the horses and they rode either much too close to the earth making it burn or too far making it freeze. Finally he was so out of control that Zeus had no choice but to blow the chariot out of the sky with Phaethon still in it. His body fell from the skies down into the Eridanus River."

"I don't see what that's got to do with swans," Severen teased. You flicked your wrist to splash more water at him. "I'm getting there!" You cleared your throat and tried to remember where you were at. "So Phaethon's body is lost to the river and his lover or friend, it changes depending on who you ask, Cygnus," you point to the constellation, "is overcome with grief. He spent day after day diving into the river to collect Phaethon's bones so that he could have a proper burial. The Gods themselves were so touched by Cygnus's devotion that they turned him into a swan and placed him there in the stars." It was quiet for a moment as Severen seemed to reflect on the story. You turned your head and finally noticed how his eyes had fixated on you and not the sky. His swirling bright blue eyes that you could just fall into. At some point the two of you had drifted closer together and the sides of your bodies connected. Severen's thumb ghosted across the top of your hand.

"So you're telling me this guy lost his boyfriend and had to swim in a river for days collecting his body and the Gods rewarded him by turning him into a bird and then some stars? Like they were doin' him a favor," he snorted. "You sure do know how to kill a moment, Sev." You sat up, letting your feet meet the rocky bottom of the river. "What?" He scrambled for his own feet to find purchase in the water as you began to head back for the riverbank. "I'm just sayin'! Sounds like a bad deal to me!" He chased after you.

He watched the way your back moved as you pulled your shirt back over your head, the thin fabric clinging onto your still wet skin. It made him swallow hard. He distracted himself by pulling his own shirt back on. "Why's that your favorite one?" You look back at him from over your shoulder and immediately regret it. It was hard to be annoyed at him when he looked so good, hair dripping wet and half dressed. "Huh?" "You said that there's a few stories but that one is your favorite. Why's it your favorite?" You turned back away and quickly finished redressing. "Well, I think it just tells the symbolism of the swan the best you know? It's a beautiful story about love and devotion. And this one doesn't include Zeus turning into a swan to seduce a Spartan king's wife." Severen snickered. "That one sounds like my favorite." You shook your head. "Remind me to tell you about the Norse one where Loki ties his balls to a goat's beard sometime."

The ride back down the mountain felt a lot less tense. But Severen couldn't shake your story from his head. A story about love and devotion. He supposed had been right to wonder if you thought about things like that. Who wouldn't when you're faced an eternity after all? His eyes shifted over to take in your relaxed features. It seemed for now whatever thoughts plagued you earlier were washed away and he was glad. Severn knew you'd find someone eventually. He just hoped for a bit more of your time first. After all you had plenty to spare, he'd made sure of that.

#near dark #near dark 1987 #severen van sickle

[bowiebond]

Across The Dirt Road - Chapter 4

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39774222/chapters/99579741

Relationships: Eddie Munson/Billy Hargrove,  Billy Hargrove & Max Mayfield.

Summary: They found Billy in the Upside Down. Now the dust has cleared and Billy has returned to their small town of Hawkins, ready to finally make things right with his sister. The only concern he hasn’t rolled around his head a million times while in that hellscape is the one where he just can’t seem to figure out what his new neighbor from across the dirt road’s deal was.

CW: Past Abuse, Homophobia, Suicidal Idealization, Mention of attempted underage SA and violence, Slurs, A bit of Inner Child healing.

Words: 4.5k

Billy’s first hint that he was dreaming was that he was stuck in the dark again. The black, water-logged space with only his bed and the outside world a fuzzy mess above him like a dome. He kept his gaze down to his busted knuckles. He was used to the feeling of being controlled. He had been under the thumb of his father since he was a child before he was possessed by the MindFlayer. For so long his every action has been under the lens of his fathers abuse and his own hyper vigilance, his paranoid mind fearing word would get back to Neil because that’s how shit his luck had always been. After all, parents know everything and will know everything so don’t slip up unless you’re completely alone and even then, be scared they’ll find out anyway. There will always be a seedling of dread like poison in your gut.

He refrained from slipping up when he could (but he was still angry, so angry, he had been taught and born with the rage that laid in his heart and there was no tapering that down when his hackles were raised high), and he tried his best to keep Max from slipping up too.

In his last moments, he was free. He was terrified but he was free of the MindFlayers control, or at the very least resisting every moment of it. But there was no happiness in that fact. There was only angry, bitter self loathing and rage at being used and beaten into submission once again.

Billy was terrified, but in that moment, it was him and that shadow. That shadow that’s hung over his head for days, using him for it’s sick and twisted goals, trapping him an reoccurring nightmare where he never escaped his shit hole of a life, where he relived every moment he was abandoned and kicked to the ground and alone.

Billy was scared but he was angry, and where he could never strike Neil in some sick, perversion of that’s still my old man, at least he didn’t ditch me too, he was teaching me how to be better, to be a real man, and I’m just an ungrateful fucking fag, he can hit back now.

There was nothing stopping him from swinging this time.

His death was not spurred by some deep seeded desire to save his sister or her friends, though he wanted to believe he had that kind of selflessness deep inside, but a selfish rage that could only be fixed by hitting something solid and fleshy and real.

There was no self loathing to come back to once he was back in his bed, knuckles busted and blood in the back of his throat, body aching pleasantly with the knowledge that he won. There was no whisper to tell him he was sinking even further than his father by picking fights at the drop of a hat under the Californian sun.

But there was pain, ripping through his skin and tearing into the muscle beneath, there was sweat stinging his wounds and the urge to scream, to let out one last battle cry because he was not dumb enough to assume he was going to win this one. Yet he always assumed his last moments would be bloody and slow in some piss-ridden alleyway.

It was almost a step up to die like that.

His only wish had been to have enough time to fix all the fucked up things in his life. He knew it didn’t mean anything when he choked up an apology, but he would rather leave this earth knowing he fucking tried. All he ever did was fucking try to survive and he couldn’t even do that.

Then he did survive. He woke up and looked around and found himself in a new hell. One with monsters from stories instead of reality, ones with more teeth and shrieking voices louder than Neil’s ever could be. Where a punch was blunt, aching, ripping flesh burned and stung, his throat raw from screaming and crying, curled into a ball as he pressed a hand to his sluggishly bleeding arm.

He thought his father was the real monster, but the Upside Down’s were organic. Pure, visceral evil that wasn’t motivated by prejudice or hatred. It just was, and that was more terrifying that anything Billy had encountered. His father had had a level of predictability, tells. Hell did not.

He stared down at his busted knuckles, turning his head slowly as a door materialized and opened. Neil was there, but there was something off about his face, like Billy couldn’t quite remember it right. It was Neil, but it was not, and Billy stared at him with dead eyes.

“You picked another fight, boy?” There was disapproval, voice echoing in the endless space of black waters.

“Yes, sir.” His voice was rough, throat bruised, and he knew his hair was a mess.

“Well? Are you going to tell me why?” There was no obvious anger in his tone, he sounded almost calm, but Billy knew better. Neil was the calm and the storm and he crashed upon your beach sudden and violent with the wrong word.

“...He called me pretty.” It wasn’t the whole story. He doesn’t tell him that his hands had been in his hair and his dick in his mouth, didn’t tell him he spat his cum on the ground and laughed when he told him to lick it off the cracked tiles. Didn’t tell him that he tried to hold his head down, not kidding, that he called him a pretty bitch and Billy had thrown his whole body into the cubicle door and hard the lock break, had kicked him in the chin. He doesn’t have to let slip that that man his fathers age also called him a fag, a cocksucker, pathetic, as he tried to choke him for not being his happy little twink, a natural violence twinkling in his eyes like he got off on the light threatening to leave Billy’s eyes. Billy knew the risks, but he was a dumb rebellious teenager and he swung, he straddled him and punched him until his knuckles are bleeding and the man choked on blood and teeth. He doesn’t tell his father that he spit in his mouth and told a grown man to fucking die, that he hoped he got AIDS and croaked, leaving him behind at the truck stop bathroom. That he threw that word Neil loved right back at him. Faggot.

“What did you do to make him believe that was okay?” Neil groused and Billy chuckled.

“Nothing. He was just a queer who didn’t get the hint. So I made it clear, sir.” And he flexed his fist, let the pain ground him, and there was a sick satisfaction in it. He hated that he liked the pain, that the violence fulfilled a dark part of him he never wanted to give into that he shared with his father.

He never wanted to be his father, but every day he came closer and closer to tipping off that edge and diving head first into the genetic hatred and rage.

“Good.” His father almost sounded proud and made Billy want to laugh. Maybe cry too. “I’m glad you’re taking my lessons seriously, Billy.” He moved closer, placing a hand on his shoulder, and squeezed. He is proud, and it made Billy want to hurl. “Clean up and come down to dinner. You and I can have a beer.”

He was barely sixteen, and it was irresponsible, and frankly Billy didn’t want to be drunk with his father who got boisterous and gripped his shoulder a little too tightly as they watch TV, but he couldn’t refuse. His fathers mood was good right now and Billy didn’t want to come off ungrateful.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Good kid.” He patted his back and left him be and Billy watched the door disappear. There was no dinner to be had, he realized as he stood up, ready to follow the memory.

Instead he walked to the end of his bed and closed his eyes, trying to make this dream his own as long as he was lucid. He rarely had control of his nightmares, but he blamed it on the apple juice Susan topped his glass with more than once. He thought she was really trying to make him feel loved, and he wanted to tell her that he’d rather her say it instead of show him, because he only felt on edge when people did things for him (What do you want in return? How will you use this against me? You’re going to call me selfish one day when you get angry and I’m not going to be able to let it go for months because I know its true) instead of grateful. He had manners though. He said thank you, and she smiled, and Max continued going on about her school project that Billy didn’t really care about but wanted to at least pretend to. His mind was too preoccupied to care for much.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in Eddie’s bedroom. He had tried to think of somewhere he’d be comfortable, and it had materialized around him, walls fuzzy with posters he couldn’t remember and open wardrobe looking more like Billy’s old one than Eddie’s.

Eddie wasn’t in the room, but Billy thought he might prefer it that way.

Billy brushed his hand along the clothes, knowing they’re his from California before most of them were ripped out and tossed and burned in the fireplace because Neil knew. He tore through every drawer, every crevice, burned every note and magazine and girly piece of clothing in his wardrobe. He didn’t want Billy to have any ties to his disgusting habit, yelling about his image, their family’s reputation, his own self respect as a man. He had a responsibility to their family and he was tossing it all away because he couldn’t not be a disappointment.

The line had been drawn when he tried to cut his hair, Billy standing his ground and refusing to leave the bathroom as Neil banged on the door so hard the hinges loosened. He had gotten the belt, but it had been better than him taking the last part of his identity. His hair was his, sandy blond like his mothers and pretty.

A boy shouldn’t be pretty, but sometimes he desperately wanted to be. Delicate and glowing with the kind of soft charm women possessed. He could watch the workout magazines and soft tight shirts burn, but never his hair. He could watch as the notes from the surfer with hands that smelt of wax and salt became ash, the memory of them warm and large against his face as they spoke in whispers in the shack, pretending to find something that they didn’t really care for dying with them. They were new, tentative but passionate like every couple in the beginning and Billy drowned in the sliver of happiness he’d found for himself. He was freshly seventeen and he was older, on break from college to enjoy the summer sun, but Billy doesn’t care. You don’t get many options as a young gay kid and he had found something warm and soft to fill the chill inside his soul. Something he never thought he could have.

He was right. They’re two months in and Billy was stupid enough to invite him home the evening he was supposed to be babysitting, but Neil and Susan were gone and Max was asleep and he had convinced himself he was in love. His hands were on his thighs and his lips taste like mint and tobacco, and he wanted to stay like this forever, but then the door creaked and Billy saw his life flash before his eyes.

It was Max, and she was staring at him with wide eyes, staring at the man in his bed with his hands on her step brothers ass and she slammed the door shut so hard his mirror rattled.

He blamed her for so long for opening her mouth to her mom right where Neil could hear, too young to understand and Billy too shaken to hush her up the night before, because Max is mouthy and nothing stopped her snarky attitude. He knew what was coming when his father woke him the next morning with a hand in his hair, barely having dozed for an hour after crying all night.

It was because he had been so enamored that they moved to Hawkins. Had brought them into the hick town filled with mystery and monsters. He had ruined their lives, really, even if they would never say it aloud.

“Billy?” Billy turned around at the voice, unmistakable, his face wet with tears. When had he stared crying? He had always been a crybaby.

“Hey Mad Maxie.” He smiled softly at her, so tiny with her long vibrant hair and baggy clothes, freckles stark against her pale cheeks. He missed how dark they used to be under so much sunshine. He never told her in words, but he had always thought she was beautiful. Even when they were both kids, he acknowledged that she was snotty and stubborn and would knock boys on their asses as she got older. Literally and metaphorically.

“You’re ugly when you cry.” Her words were harsh but not unkind, arms folded like she didn’t want to admit she cared and Billy laughed softly with shining blue eyes. She was a little copy of his own attitude towards her and he didn’t blame him for building the necessary walls. You did what you had to do to survive.

“You’re even uglier.” He said right back, barely holding back a sob, swallowing it back down with a smile so tight it down-turned into a frown. Her little face fell the slightly bit but it broke his heart to witness and he shook his head quickly, fresh tears burning hot. He made his way over to her where she sat on Eddie’s mattress and he sat beside her, still shaking his head.

“I didn’t mean that.” He wrapped his arms around her and buried his nose in her red hair. “Max, you’re beautiful. Don’t let anyone, especially me, say anything like that to you, you fucking hear me?”

Maybe it’s because it’s his mind, his dream, but she turned into his arms and hugged back, the perfect size to fit under his chin and against his chest as he squeezed her so tight he thought he might break her. But she was an illusion and he was sick of having nightmares. He wanted this, wanted to spend the rest of the night holding his little sister who he should have treated better.

“I missed you.”

“I know.” He choked out, pressing his hand to his nose as he sniffled.

“I wanted to die.”

“I know, kid.” Billy’s chin wobbled, eyes sliding shut. Tears slid down into Max’s hair but she didn’t complain. “I’m fucking sorry, Max. You didn’t deserve any of it. No kid deserves to feel like that.”

“But you did.” His eyes fluttered open in confusion as the voice change, still high but boyish. He pulled back slowly to look down at the mop of blond hair, wide blue eyes looking back at jaded ones.

“Fuck.” Billy smiled bitterly, knowing he was a mess of tears and blotchy skin. “We did, didn’t we?”

“Yeah.” The child curled deeper into his chest, head resting in the concave and it was like the final piece of a puzzle. Billy snaked his arms back around him and held him securely.

“We didn’t deserve that.” He whispered softly. “We didn’t deserve any of it, kid.”

“I just wanted mom to come home.” And like the crybaby they were, his eyes streamed the pain down his face.

“We don’t need her. We never did. We managed on our own.” Billy rubbed his arm, managing to speak firmly through his tight throat. “We survived, and we’ll keep surviving, kid.”

“I’m scared.”

“That’s okay.” And he meant it. “You don’t have doing to do anything anymore. I’m here. I’m gonna protect you.” He was the only one who could protect this small fragment of childhood wonder and innocence, this broken piece of him that had been hurt beyond repair and crying out in the abyss of his own self destruction.

“But who’s gonna protect you?” He looked up at him with ocean eyes, every storm to grace the shores reflecting in them, and Billy didn’t know what to say because there had never been anyone to take care of him since his mother disappeared. Even before that, he had tried to be the protector for her and failed.

“I don’t need to be protected.” He smiled weakly. “I’m good now. There’s no more monsters.” In the Upside Down or his own home. He had nothing to fear now, even if the world around him made him flinch and hide at every chance. His younger self looked sad. His hand pressed to the divot in his chest and Billy covered it with his own, trying to reassure him.

“Your heart hurts.”

“It’s nothing. We can heal now.” Because that’s what came next right? Healing. His scars would never fade, but he could move on, pack those feelings into a box and tuck it away in a chest.

“But we can’t.” The boy placed his other hand on his own chest over his heart. “We’re still scared.”

“There’s no reason to be.” Billy reassured, eyes swimming as he cupped his own face, still chubby and smooth with baby fat. “You hear me? We don’t gotta be scared anymore. We’re stronger, we’re safe, we can keep going.”

“But we’re still lonely.” The boys lip wobbled. “Maybe we’d have friends if we were good. If we are gentle.”

“Gentle doesn’t protect you. Us.” He knew it was the wrong thing to say, spoken too harshly, when he flinched. “Fuck. Kid, I can’t let us get hurt again. We can’t take it.”

Deep in his bones, he knew. He couldn’t take anymore pain or else he’d shatter.

“You’re scared. It’s okay.” He shook his head as the boy mimicked his gesture, soft hand against his cheek. He’s unmarked by their fate at the hands of the Mindflayer and it’s like a punch to his chest.

“Don’t.”

“Gentle...” His fingers caressed his cheek and they ran over white scars, others that have faded to almost nothing with time, but it’s like every bruise he ever received was being wiped away, like he was being cleansed. He exhaled shakily. “Gentle is good. See? Like mom.”

“I’m not gentle, kid. I don’t think I ever will be. Not anymore.” He was brimstone and fire, ridged and textured, too quick to give into impulse and too slow to take what he wanted.

“Then find someone who can help you learn again.” And only a child would think of something so simple, so easy, and say it with such calm conviction.

“I wish mom had taken us with her.” Billy whimpered, head bowing to knock against his. “I wish you had a chance to be gentle. To be shown what that was.”

“We still can.” His eyes are full and spill with a chapped lipped smile, snotty and red in the face just like Billy. “We survived. Now we can live. That was plan, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah...Yeah, it was, kid.” Billy tugged him back against his chest, sheltering the younger with his body like he could shield him from every hit, every cruel word, every moment him would consider giving up. “Now we can live. And we’re gonna be happy, I promise you.”

“I know.” His hair is soft under Billy’s hand. “We have to see the sea again. With mom.” Billy’s heart constricted.

“Yeah. We’ll see the beach again, kid.” They sit there for a while, in silence, holding each other, and Billy didn’t notice his younger self is gone until he felt a hand against his shoulder. He flinched and opened his eyes, staring down at empty hands. His scars were gone and his skin golden, the crash of waves in the distance, sand beneath his knees.

“’Listen, young Sinclair, I’ve got to go.’” He knew that voice, soothing and accompanied by the background choir of seabirds. “’If I send a message, I shan’t come riding crudely on horseback or by railway train next time.’” Billy took in the quiet beach, empty beside the two of them even though the sky was blue and the sun shining above them. “’You’ll have to listen to your inner voice and then you will hear me speak within you. Do you understand?’“

He felt the arm curl around him, a ringed hand covering the dip in his sternum, filling it perfectly.

“‘And there is something else.’” His voice was in his ear and he would close his eyes if not for the similar tranquility the waves brought him. “’Frau Eva said that if things ever went badly with you, I was to pass on a...’” His calloused fingers tickled up his throat, Billy’s head lolling back with a bob of his Adams apple. “’...kiss from her which she gave me.”

His eyes were dark, pools of warmth and a deep-seeded goodness that Billy was envious of. “’...Close your eyes, Billy.’“

They fluttered shut and there’s a soft press against his lips, smooth and red like they used to be. He could hear the wind, the sea, could feel the heat and taste the salt and all he could think about was how tender it all was. Caressing instead of whipping, tingling instead of burning, delicate instead of overpowering.

Eddie’s kiss was gentle.

“Wake up, Billy.” His lips were leaving, the wind picking up, the waves slamming into the shore, the sunshine getting hotter.

“Wait...” He didn’t want to open his eyes, reaching out blindly, but his hands grasped nothing. The sand was cold and liquid and he knew if he opened his eyes he’d back in the nothingness.

“Wake up, Billy.” It was an echo, bouncing and hitting his ears harder and harder every time it came back around. “Wake up, come on!”

His eyes snapped open and he barely refrained from swinging at Max who jumped back and almost tripped over the coffee table in her haste.

“Sorry! But you’re gonna miss breakfast, Billy.” Billy groaned, rubbing his eyes groggily. His eyes were crusty with tears that had dried long ago, and though he caught Max’s look of concern, he was grateful when she didn’t bring it up.

“Breakfast...?”

“Eddie is making pancakes before school, come on! Before Lucas eats them all.” She rolled her eyes at her the very idea and Billy huffed a soft laugh.

“Gimme a minute.”

“Well, we’re across the road when you get your butt moving.” Max sprinted out the door, a wide grin on her face that he hadn’t seen in a long, long time. He smiled softly as he watched her out the window, practically tackling El, dragging her inside the trailer that had Steve’s car parked out the front.

There would be a lot of people in there. People who have no right to like him in the slightest. People he would rather avoid.

“Maybe we’d have friends if we were good. If we are gentle.” Billy felt a small shiver crawl up his arms and he rubbed them, staring as Will Byers stumbled out of the trailer with a plate, laughing as he smacked away Mike Wheeler’s hand, the curly haired boy grinning like he didn’t care if he won this improve battle or not. And he indeed lost, because Byers snatched his hand and said something, Wheeler leaning in like he’d never heard anything more interesting, hands still in each others.

The both noticed after a long moment of grinning at each other, snatching their hands back with twin looks of panic, finding the ground very interesting. But Wheeler looked back up first and smiled at him, and it made Byers laugh, looking every bit of shy, awkward but shining with happiness.

“You’re scared. It’s okay.” Billy tapped the edge of the couch, looking away and down at his own lap. His forearm was stark white with scarring, bumpy with texture, and Billy sighed softly to himself.

“Close your eyes, Billy.” He could feel the phantom kiss when he did, taking in a deep breath, holding it and letting it out. He opened his eyes and stood up, closing the door behind him on the way out.

Wheeler was staring at him, uncertainty in his gaze as Billy made his way across the dirt road, but he found he didn’t care about the little brats opinion once he stepped inside. It was quiet for a moment, the kind of quiet where things could go north or south at the drop of a hat, but El came up to stand before him and smiled.

“Hi, Billy. Pancake?” She raised her plate up with both hands, offering, and he felt the warm and soft part that had died in his last week in California come back to dissipate the chill in the marrow of his bones.

He took one and offered a silent cheers which made her eyes sparkle, lips pulled into a wide smile. She dipped away back to Max’s side and Max gave him a small smile, like she was thanking him, before elbowing Lucas aside to get another pancake.

“There’s enough to go around, scavengers!” Eddie laughed from where he stood at the stove, hair tied up high and messy. He was still in his pajamas, looking cozy, but Billy could see the dark circles under his eyes like he hadn’t slept all night. He wasn’t sure if the others had noticed, but he knew a sleepless night after looking in the mirror after hundreds of them.

Billy didn’t bring it up, but he did come up to his side and bumped him out of the way with a smirk, taking over. Only because Eddie’s hair is ‘frizzy enough without all the heat’ spilling off the pan that even Billy could feel burning his cheeks. Or maybe that was his own body’s doing because Eddie had the audacity to put a hand on his hip when he stepped around him to grab the bowl of mixture, the kitchen designed for one, not two. It was brief, fleeting, but Billy felt a new hope beating in his chest.

He had finished surviving. Soon, he would have to start living. The thought was terrifying because Billy wasn’t sure where to even begin. But Eddie was vibrant with life even with bags under his eyes and hair a mess. Billy was sure he could learn a thing or two from him.

Watching Eddie ruffle Dustin’s hair, Steve beginning to herd the teenagers out of the trailer, Billy was almost certain he could teach him how to be gentle.

#mungrove #billy hargrove #billy centric #eddie munson #billy hargrove x eddie munson #eddie munson x billy hargrove #angst #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fic

[m4rlique]

Could you write fluff headcanons for Richie Kirsch? Have a great day !!

Richie Kirsch fluff headcanons (spoilers)

yess hiiiii !!! hes so scrunkly i love him <3 hope you like !!

* Other than his weird fanboy thing, hes such a sweet guy

* All he wants to do is cuddle up on the couch with you and watch all his favourite movies

* By watch, i mean he talks through the entire movie about the importance it had on pop culture, the symbolism, whatever he finds interesting

* Not that you care, he’ll make you watch them with him again soon anyways. Maybe you’ll catch that pivotal dialogue the next time around

* However, if you decide that kissing on the couch while he breaks apart for minutes at a time to explain Tobe Hooper’s genius isn’t enough romance for your taste, he can go all out

* He’s not a people pleaser, in fact, he only really cares about himself

* And you

* You above all else

* Whatever you want (within his price range)

* A dinner at a cozy little restaurant? All yours

* Picnic in the park? Just say the word

* He just wants to be around you, whether he’s infodumping or complimenting you until your ears bleed

* Lets say you pick a picnic date

* He’ll show up at your house with flowers and his dorky little picnic basket and his dumb little smile

* Ugh, swoon

* He will take you straight to the nicest spot because of course he knows the perfect place to have a picnic

* A blanket draped on the grass, sub-par food that he tried his best to make.. good

* Hes trying his best and you love him for it

* Pretty much all of the conversation either of you try to make is useless, because all you wanna do is kiss him

* Alternatively, you can keep trying to resist the urge, but come onnnnn, how could you not?

* Ghostface or not, this man is a sap and an utter loser, so you have to love him

* its the law <3

#richie kirsch #richie kirsch x reader #richie kirsch imagine #scream imagine #scream x reader #ghostface x reader #ghostface imagine #jack quaid #scream 5 #scream 5 imagine #horror imagine

[djarinbarnes]

me olvidarás - eight

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Pairings: Javier Peña x female reader

Warnings for the chapter: jealously, angst, smoking, talk about STD’s, cursing, bad coping mechanisms, 18+ smut, grinding, brief oral, fingering, vaginal sex, Javi’s dirty talk, biting, choking, two idiots.

Word count: 5.1k

Summary: an undeniable warm summer vacation in Bogotá. simply trying to get away from your nosey, boring parents and live for once, you meet a man who impresses you beyond where your imagination could ever take you.

a/n: hi. i hope you like this chapter. it was.... kinda hard to write, so I hope you like it!! as always, thank you to @mcngata​ for aiding me with the whole spanish thing. I love u boo!

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“¿Y qué tenemos aquí?”

You don’t know how to react to the woman standing in front of you. She’s just a little shorter than you, her tan skin slightly glistening from the heat outside. The swells of her breasts are bared, and her stomach is visible where her top doesn’t meet her short skirt. 

You pull your cardigan tighter around your body as she shoots daggers into you with her eyes. You gulp, holding the door as closed as you can to shield yourself from her prying eyes.

“Um… Excuse me?” You manage to croak out, and she lets out a laugh before she’s raising an eyebrow at you. You did understand some from the telenovelas you watched at home, but it was sparse and limited. She’s chewing on a piece of gum, and you watch as her red lips part slightly with every chew.

“¿Cómo te llamas?” She nods at you, and you chew on your lip, finally getting a hang on what she’s saying as she slows down. You tell her your name, and she lets out a huff, crossing her arms over her chest. “¿Y dónde ha recogido Javi a alguien como tú?”

You don’t know how to answer her, or if you even want to answer her, so you don’t. You shrug your shoulders, and you just know she’s enjoying your obliviousness. To protect yourself a little more you close the door a little further, shielding more of you from her. “Can I take a message?” You offer, and you watch as she laughs, her laugh full of viciousness and venom.

“Puedes decirle a Javi… ¿Que cuando deje de jugar con mojigatas, sabra donde encontrar una mujer de verdad?” You know exactly what she’s saying, but you also know that it probably isn’t the best idea to say anything at that moment, so you play dumb. She can see the confusion on your face, and she laughs at your expression. You didn’t like this woman one bit. You still wondered what she could possibly want with Javi.

“You tell Javi,” her voice is also overly sensual in English, her thick Spanish accent lingering in the words, making your heart pick up the pace. “That Helena is looking for him. I need to talk to him. He has my number,” she grins, popping a small bubble with the gum in her mouth before she turns on her heel with a wink, leaving you dumbfounded in the entryway of Javi’s apartment.

You spend the next few hours wondering who this Helena woman was, and how she knew Javi. You knew it probably wasn’t any of your business, yet you couldn’t help yourself. She was beautiful, a pretty little thing and you were sure everything was sitting right on her. Just looking at her for those short minutes, and with the confidence she carried, you were sure they had slept together. And more than once.

You stuff a full, cold enchilada into your mouth, not caring about the way you’re eating since you’re alone. You’re savoring the juicy chicken, holding the back of your hand against your mouth as you chew. You don’t know what’s come over you as you swallow everything down.

You had no idea why you felt this way about an encounter you’d had with this woman. Maybe you were just feeling possessive over Javi, which you had no reason for. It wasn’t like you were dating. You sigh and rub your hands over your face, resisting the urge to sob and cry out.

Glancing up at the clock you realize it’s nearing dinner time, and even though Javi hadn’t asked you to make dinner and even though you’re somewhat mad at him, you make your way to the kitchen to pull out a few pots and pans to make something for when he returns from the office.

You had no idea how long it took to file a report, but you figured it could easily be a drawn-out affair. You decided to leave at 8 if he weren’t home by then, to save you the trouble of coming face to face with him, after your flurry of thoughts and the internal struggle you’d had for the past hours.

You cast a look to into one of the cabinets from where you’ve seen Javi pick out a pack of cigarettes, and you give into the temptation of smoking one. You feel like the whole situation with Helena has made your heart pick up the pace so erratically, you need something to calm yourself down with, even though nicotine probably wasn’t the best antidote. With shaky hands you pull out one of the cigarettes before placing it between your lips, shortly after coming up with a lighter, holding the flame to the tip of it.

You know the first inhale is the worst, so you settle on just a short puff, drawing the smoke into your mouth and inhaling just the slightest of the fumes. With an exhale you realize it isn’t the worst taste or feeling in the world, so you bring the cigarette back to your lips, drawing in a bigger intake of the smoke. You feel it this time, and you cough just a bit at the burn in your lungs.

The taste isn’t the same as when you’ve tasted it on Javi’s tongue. It’s much stronger and harsh in your own mouth, especially since the filter is doing nothing for the tobacco. You look through his fridge and drawers, coming up with enough ingredients to make some chicken with veggies. The cigarette between your lips is disappearing quicker than you would’ve liked, but you figure you just must live with it.

With a sigh you stub out the butt into the ashtray, before you start making dinner. The chicken in browning on the pan, and you’re chopping up some carrots when you hear the door being pushed open, and you sigh in relief when you hear the heavy puff of air leaving Javi as he steps into the threshold. Casting a look at the clock, you find the time to be 7:43pm. Saved by the bell…

“Hey,” you say over your shoulder as you hear him put away his keys and jacket before he’s kicking off his shoes by the door. Then you hear his belt buckle coming undone before he discards it against the floor as well. You feel his arms come around your middle and you feel him tense up – and you know he can smell the nicotine on you, even though he smokes himself.

You decide on not mentioning it if he doesn’t initiate the conversation. “Could get used to this.” he breathes into your neck before he leaves a kiss on your shoulder, letting go of you to set the table. “It isn’t every day I eat a home cooked meal.”

“Was it alright at the office?” you decide to try and make small talk, Helena still nagging at the back of your mind. You weren’t going to bombard him with questions at the first given moment, mainly because you were hungry, but you figured it might be a sensitive topic to him. And on top of that, you didn’t even know what the two of you were, and ultimately, it wasn’t your business.

“It was… like it usually was. Boring and the director was yelling my ear off for the documents being incorrectly filed…” He sighs as he recalls the way he pushed the files off the table to ravage you on his desk like a horny teenage boy. “I managed to sort it all and file the report, though.”

“Oh. That’s good.” You keep it at that, and Javi realizes you’re acting very differently from when he left that very morning. He figured you were acting differently the moment he entered the apartment, since you didn’t come to greet him at the door, like he’d hoped you would have. He’d imagined so many things while at work, and every thought had alighted something inside him.

The first thought had roamed his thoughts as he’d gotten into his car, the way you’d straddled him in the very seat he was now sitting in, and he felt the blood rush to his lower regions. Then he’d somehow heard the sounds you’d let out that very morning when he’d both fucked you and eaten you out right after.

God damn, he wanted to go back into his apartment and take you on every surface, but he knew the odds weren’t in his favor. It was both the world and the director of the DEA that was on and against his ass, even though he was still technically on leave. The problem with the director was, that when she asked you to jump you didn’t say yes or no, but how high.

He even had to excuse himself and act on his arousal a few hours into the paperwork, feeling like a teenage guy yet again as he jerked himself off in the stall to the thought of you. He didn’t know what’d come over him – he just felt the arousal clouding his mind at every moment he was awake, and especially when you were around him.

Yet now it felt off. He didn’t even know why you were acting so differently, since everything seemed to be so comfortable and enthralling when he left. Where he earlier felt like you looked at him like he was the only man in the world, it now felt like the two of you were in the last stage of a relationship, just before parting ways.

Like Javi hadn’t faced a situation like that before. Falling out of love was never easy no matter who it was with and how long it had been. He hadn’t even made his own mind up yet, about the whole situation with you. Everything was moving along so quickly; he had a hard time keeping up. Especially every time he reconsidered your age.

You heard him say your name and you turned off the stove, before turning your head to look at him for the first time since he entered the apartment. “What’s going on?” his voice is full of something you can’t place, and you really do contemplate on either lashing out or doing it in a calm way. You know that no matter what he says, you’re going to overthink it.

“Helena came by.” The moment the words and her name leave your mouth you see his Adams apple bop as he swallows past a sudden lump that has formed in his throat. “She was very intent on you finding a real woman, possibly her, when you were done screwing around with a prude like me.”

You watch as his brows furrow, and you feel your eyes fill with tears. You turn around immediately, not wanting to show him just  how much her words hurt you. You hear him breathe out your name along with a hermosa, and you let out a sob. You really didn’t want to admit how much of an impact her words had had on you.

“Helena?” her name falls from his lips reluctantly, like he can’t believe what you’re telling him. “Helena was here?” You can her the anger in his voice, and you nod while wiping your eyes. You hear him come closer to you, and you flinch when he reaches out to touch you. “Did she say anything else than that?”

“She just asked how I knew you.” You sniff, and you feel his arms come around you again, pulling you into his warm embrace. You know you should probably give in and wrap your arms around him, but you just can’t bring yourself to do it. What if he was seeing his Helena woman as well? What if he was having sex with someone else, while he was having sex with you?

You suddenly feel dirty. It dawns on you that you and Javi haven’t used protection at all while you’ve been having sex, and you feel your head going through every emotion all at once. Fear of you contracting something from him. Anger of him leading you on. Disgust with the thought of him having sex with someone else.

Sadness from the mean words Helena has spoken to you. And sadness in the form of you trusting Javi, and him proving that you probably shouldn’t have. You have a hard time focusing on anything at the moment, and you know your body is protecting you from a possible anxiety attack. You know the signs by now, and with the rapid rise and fall of your chest and the blackening before your eyes, you know it’s close.

“I haven’t seen Helena in months, not since…” He trails off, and even though you should probably believe him, you have a hard time doing so. You don’t know what to think at this point. “Come on, I’ll explain it to you.” He takes a hold of your hand and leads you to the couch, where he pushes you down on the soft cushions of the leather couch. He sits down beside you, with a few inches separating you. You appreciate the gesture.

“She’s one of my informants at the embassy,” he starts, and you immediately imagine a hundred things in your mind at once. Informant? Informing him about what? “DEA stands for Drug Enforcement Administration. We’re working towards catching some of the more… hardheaded drug lords in this country.”

It doesn’t catch up to you before now. The bullet wound to his shoulder – your thought about him chasing bad guys… It all clicks right at that moment. The man in front of you chases dangerous criminals for a living. “If you want to know things about them…” He sighs deeply before revealing the next part to you. “I figured you have to hang around the same people they do.” He’s reluctant to add the last part, but when he does you don’t feel much better. “The same women they do.”

“So, she’s a whore?” you hate the word, but you also hate the woman who was at Javi’s door a few hours ago, so you have no problem calling her the profanity. You watch as he nods, his teeth tugging his bottom lip in between them. “Are you…” you have a hard time asking him, but you know you must, considering you haven’t exactly been safe with him. “Clean?”

Javi’s eyebrows furrow at your question, the whole change of subject unsettling him for a second before he catches up. “Yeah.” It’s nothing more than that, so you raise your eyebrows at him. “I usually… use protection with the… informants.” You almost wish he would just say the word, as it if would make you feel better. It kind of feels like he’s sparing himself from the reality of the occupation the women have, and it makes you even sadder.

“Good.” You leave it at that before you rise, walking back over to the stove to reheat the food you were making when he came home. You can’t stop thinking about the information he’s just shared with you, but you also just want to forget she was ever there and that you could just go back to the happy little bubble you and Javi were in that morning.

“You don’t wanna hear the rest of the story? Why she’s coming here, knocking on my door?” Javi speaks to your back, and it really does feel like he’s just talking to a wall. It’s like his words peel off of you, like water on a brick wall. You feel sort of… emotionless about the situation.

“Maybe later.” It’s all you can muster at the moment, not really wanting to sympathize with the whore. Somehow, you just know Javi is and always will be a womanizer. His look, his attitude, the whole way he carries himself. It’s a match made in heaven.

You finish the dinner with your back to Javi, sensing the heavy smell of nicotine lingering in the air from where Javi is still sitting on the couch, puffing at a cigarette. You move the pots and pans to the table before you walk over to where Javi is sitting, his hands rubbing at his forehead while the lit cigarette is resting in the ashtray in front of him.

You lift it to your lips and take the last drag, before stubbing it out right in front of him. “Dinner is ready.” You tell him, your exhale full of smoke before you turn on your heel, grabbing two beers from his fridge. You watch as he rises from the couch, his eyes on you as you open the two beers before sitting down opposite of where he’s still standing.

No words are spoken between the two of you as you eat, and for the first time, the silence between the two of you is deafening. The space between the two of you is filled with uncertainty and unspoken words as you both fill your mouths. Javi rises in the middle of dinner to retrieve two additional beers from the fridge, and you hear the clinking of the bottles as he removes the caps.

He stands beside you as he sets the newly opened beer beside your empty bottle before the hand previously containing the bottle rests against the expanse of your shoulder. You draw both your lips into your mouth and close your eyes as you feel the warmth of his palm seeps into your skin from on top of your clothes.

“Hermosa.” You feel as his hands move, and when you open your eyes, he’s placed himself on the seat beside you. “You need to know.” You turn your body slightly, urging him to try his luck. “Helena…” you the sound of her name spilling from his lips makes your heart pound faster in your chest.

The emotions encapsulated in his brown eyes are unlike anything you’ve ever seen on him before. You can see the internal struggle he’s fighting at the moment, and something tells you it’s not easy for him to… tell you what he’s about to tell you.

“A few weeks ago, Helena was… kidnapped. And what they did to her, the men…” It’s like the whole incident replays before his eyes as he tries to find the right words to phrase anything. “It wasn’t good. I found her there, naked, molested by those men.”

Javi bites the inside of his cheek as he, again, searches for words. “Since… then, she’s been seeking me out frequently. Whereas it was previously me that sought her out, it was like the tables had turned. She got… obsessed with me. I don’t know why.” Your eyes shoot down as you sense movement, and you watch as he reaches for your hand. Reluctantly, you let him.

“Listen, I don’t know what I’m going to do about it. She obviously doesn’t understand a no.” You bite your lip, still not wanting to look at him, just to keep him at an arm’s length. “Hermosa, I swear I…” With everything Javi has just told you, you still don’t know how to feel about it. On one hand, you want to slap him, even though it’s not his fault.

A few minutes pass in silence, where neither of you make the moves to neither move nor speak. You let your tongue clean the outside of your teeth, contemplating on whether to take another sip of your beer or actually talk to Javi. You let out a breath before looking back up at him. His eyes are trained on you, watching you like you were the most important thing in the world at that moment.

“Sounds like you’ve got some serious lady troubles, Javi.” The sound he lets out is something between a snort and a laugh. You can barely contain your own laughter as Javi practically doubles over on top of you in a fit of tears and laughter. All the anger you’d held in for the previous hours had disappeared and had simply been replaced with… or gone back to affection.

When he pulls back, his eyes are full of tears from the laughter he’d just let out. You lick your lips and smile when he finally stops laughing. “Please forgive… whatever that was. Forgive me.” You nod before he leans into your personal space, nudging your chin up with his nose before leaning in to place a kiss on your lips.

You pull him closer by the neck, nuzzling your fingers into the hairs at the nape of his neck as you slide your lips over his. It feels good to have your lips back on his. No matter how much you’d wanted to punch him in the face not more than an hour ago, that had all dispersed when he’d actually opened his mouth.

“You’re not…” he sighs. “Mad. Are you?” he breathes against your lips, and you suppress a small smile playing on your lips. You shake your head slightly, before you breathe a soft no against his lips. Without saying anything, his lips find yours again, more eagerly this time.

With a fall of his hands to your hips, he’s swiftly getting on his knees before you, pulling your loose-fitted pants down your legs swiftly, his arms quickly spreading your legs on either side of his hips before pulling you close to him and into his lap. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling slightly at the strands, drawing a moan from his lips and into your mouth.

You feel every thought you’ve been overthinking during the day go out the window when he grinds himself up into you, letting you feel his hardened cock. Every common sense within you is telling you to stop, telling you to leave while you still can, yet your body isn’t complying at all. That, and your own mind is fighting itself as his lips move down your throat.

You throw your head back to give him more access, whimpering as his mustache and lips grazes against your sensitive pulse point. You feel heat bloom in your core, spreading from your abdomen and throughout your body. Your toes are tingling by the time his lips reach your collarbones, your fingers trembling as you hold onto the back of his neck.

His hands move on their own accord as he pushes your cardigan off your shoulders before he’s detaching his lips from your skin, swiftly pulling off your shirt before reattaching them to the bared skin of the swell of your breast. His fingers are soft as they trail up the expanse of your spine before he snaps the clasp of your bra open before pulling it off your arms.

He grunts against your skin as he ruts his hips up into yours, one hand grasping the back of your neck gently while the other holds your hip tightly. He places a constellation of kisses against your bare breasts, twirling his tongue around the perked bud, drawing a moan from your lips.

“Come, turn around.” His voice is hoarse from arousal as he speaks before he rises on his knees slightly. You get off his lap and turn on your knees, and you lay your chest against the chair you were previously sitting on with a push of his hand to your shoulder.

You brace yourself against the seat of the chair, feeling as the fabric of your panties are slid down your hips. You hold in a breath as you feel his exhale on the globes of your ass, your exhale shaky as your feel his tongue gently slides in between the lips of your pussy.

You have no idea how something so carnal can feel so good, but you’re not going to be the one to complain. You whimper as his warm hands spread your cheeks apart to give him more access to your pussy before he delves further into your folds, burying his tongue within your heat.

“You taste so damn good.” You hear him speak between his tongue flicking at your clit and fucking you with it. You whimper as he pushes a finger into your slick heat, curling it downwards to the front of your cunt. With every thrust of his finger and every moan spilling from your lips, he grins against your skin as he moves his lips to the globe of your butt cheeks.

You feel his teeth sink into your skin before he kisses his way up the back of your ass, all the way up to between your shoulders. His fingers retract themselves from your heat and you feel him shift behind you, you hear his groan from behind you and you assume he’s cleaning his fingers with his mouth all while pushing his pants down.

There’s something about seeing you bent over a chair like this that ignites something inside him. Seeing you so bared and vulnerable and spread out – just for him. His cock twitches at the sight of your clenching pussy in front of his eyes.

“Please…” He grips your hips as you push back against him, urging him to get on with what you’re expecting him to do. You hear his low grunt in your ear as he pushes against your opening, causing you to let out a whimper. You grind your hips back again, whimpering as the head of his cock fills you just the slightest.

Not even a second passes until he’s burying himself to the hilt within you, causing you to let out a throaty whine. His hand comes around to grasp your throat, his fingers tightening just the slightest around the column of your neck.

“More, move please, Javi.” You whimper, his grip cutting off your air supply gently as he starts thrusting his hips into yours rapidly. His pace is unrelenting as he ruts his hips into yours, your whimpers and moans begging him for more.

“Te gusta eso, eh?” his voice is low in your ear mixed with his grunts and the feel of his teeth sink into your shoulder. You whimper at the many feelings coming over you all at once, mixed with the deep voice, full of arousal. “Sí… Sí, lo haces…”

“Javi…” you whimper, your hand coming up to grasp the back of his neck as the other clings to the leg of the chair. You felt as the hand on your hip slid to the front of your body, his fingers sliding through the wetness practically dripping from your core and onto the floor.

Javi coaxed at your nub while still withholding the pace he had set, swiftly pinching your clit to feel you clench around him. The hand on your throat made its way into your hair, fingers tightening in it, turning it into a makeshift ponytail before pulling your head back harshly.

Your back is pulled roughly against his front, his hips still driving in and out of you as his fingers continue their assault on your bundle of nerves. Your slick is just about dripping down the insides of your thighs and your chest is heaving violently at the inability to even put together a sentence.

“Estas tan caliente por mi, goteando por todo mi jodido piso…” his lips are right at your ear as he speaks, and he grunts as you clench around him. His thrusts become erratic as he pushes his fingers against you faster, quicker, almost demanding you to cum with his actions.

You want to cum desperately, you need to cum on his cock, just as much as he needs you to explode around him like you did that very morning. Just the thought of the events of the day brings something out in Javi – something that makes him even more keen on drawing you to the edge.

Maybe it’s anger, or maybe it’s just possessiveness overcoming him as he feels you soak his cock even more. You let out a scream, your walls clutching his cock ever so tightly everything blackens before his eyes. He sinks his teeth deep into your shoulder as he empties himself into your begging heat.

You go slack against him as the aftershocks of your orgasm rolls over you, yet the feel of his arms around you makes the violent trembling in your body seem like the most amazing thing in the world. His chest is warm and sweaty against your back, and his breaths come out as deep puffs against your skin.

You turn slightly and push your lips against his, feeling a drop of sweat from his forehead land against your cheek as he kisses you with relentlessness. “Didn’t…” you breathe, his arms wrapping tighter around your middle. “think of you…” he’s intent in his kisses by now, not wanting to be separated from you at that moment.

“As the possessive type.” You finally manage to breathe, and you feel how he tenses up against you. You let out a short laugh as he pulls out and away from you, huffing as he pulls his pants back up from around his knees. You raise your eyebrow at him as he grunts while standing, his hand resting just above his knee as he stretches his legs.

“I’m not possessive.” He huffs again, licking and biting his lips as he watches you shift on the floor. He can see the mixture of your cum pooling on his floor as you continue sitting on your knees, your legs spread slightly. You let out another laugh before standing, pulling him close by the neck boldly.

“Yeah you are. But you’re also afraid.” You turn and pick all of your discarded clothes off the floor before putting them on. You know he’s watching you, you can almost feel the holes his eyes are burning into your body as he gulps.

“Afraid of what?” he tries softly, and you barely hear it. You turn to him as you pull your cardigan on before crossing your arms over your chest. You watch as he mimics your stance – crossing his arms over his chest as he raises his eyebrow at you.

Ever since he shared the details of… whatever had happened with Helena, you’d known instantly. There was not much to say to it though, because with the knowledge you’d gained from reading your novels… That much you knew. You knew the signs, and they were clearly visible in the man standing right in front of you.

“You’re afraid of love.”

･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･

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[hcuyk]

K.SW | TWELVE

SYNOPSIS : soccer player rivals sunwoo and y/n both play for their university's soccer team. competing for the star player position, sunwoo and y/n are constantly at each other's throats, trying to outdo one another to get onto the front page of the school's newspaper

PAIRING : soccerplayer!sunwoo x soccerplayer!reader

GENRE : fluff, mainly angst though, sorry this is mainly a qhak based chapter :(

WARNINGS : profanities

WORD COUNT : 2.2k

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“You’re becoming a lot like Hyunjae.”

“Well that’s what happens when you’ve been friends with him since middle school,” Jacob retorted.

Just like before, Changmin was crouched in front of the store you were in, hiding below the window while occasionally peering through the glass.

He assumed Jacob would drag him inside to interact with the others, but instead insisted on spying on the trio, figuring that it’d be fun to do so.

Changmin wasn’t opposed to the idea though; it wasn’t like Changmin wanted to interact with your best friend and possibly soon to be boyfriend anyway, but it still felt weird to be looking at Haknyeon without him knowing.

Shit, not Haknyeon.

Well actually, yes Haknyeon, but also you and Juyeon.

If only Changmin could stop looking at Haknyeon.

As you browsed through the displayed swimwear on the shelves, Haknyeon was clinging around Juyeon, bouncy within his steps. His lips were also moving constantly, supposedly rambling about something that made his whole face lit up, his messy hair topping off the sunshine look. Juyeon didn’t seem to respond at all and only had a warm smile on his lips while his eyes focused on you roaming around the store as he nodded along with whatever Haknyeon was talking about.

Changmin didn’t understand how fixated his eyes were on Haknyeon, gazing at him with curiosity through the window.

He tried remembering the last time he saw Haknyeon this happy but couldn’t recall a certain moment.

Whenever Changmin entered the scene that Haknyeon seemed to be in, the mood was anything but ecstatic. His rude remarks towards Haknyeon would leave the atmosphere tense, and Haknyeon’s bright smile would fade from his lips, leaving him uncomfortable.

So it was odd to see the younger boy so jumpy, but it was something Changmin just couldn’t take his eyes off of. Mayhaps his heart was also warming up at the sight, his smile leaving Changmin happy within.

“You’re staring at him.”

He blinked himself out of his thoughts, removing his gaze from the freshman and over to his friend.

Jacob’s lips were curved up into a warm yet teasing smile, shoulder pressed up against the brick wall while he looked at Changmin.

“What?”

“You’re staring at him,” Jacob repeated.

“Who’s him?” Changmin snorted, choosing to play dumb considering Jacob barely knows anything about his relationship with Haknyeon.

Jacob picked himself off the ground slightly to peek into the store, pointing at Haknyeon with his index finger. “The guy next to Juyeon. The jumpy, adorable one,” Jacob described before pausing, turning back to look at Changmin. “He’s cute.”

Changmin seemed taken aback by the comment, raising a brow at his friend. “You have a boyfriend,” he pointed out, moving to press his back against the wall.

“Oh I know.” Jacob did the same, sitting beside him as they watched people walk past the two. “He’s not cute in that sense, duh. But he’s cute.” He brought his legs up against his chest, resting his arms on top of his knees as he continued to look at Changmin. “You don’t find him cute?”

Changmin resisted the urge to gag at the thought, shaking his head. “Why would I find Haknyeon cute?” he questioned, standing up from his spot.

Jacob continued to do the same, pulling his friend into a side hug as he made him look into the window, his eyes spotting the said student they were talking about. “I mean, he’s cute. You’re cute. You’d both be cute.”

Saying that Changmin’s jaw had dropped to the ground would be an understatement, left in utter shock at his friend’s words. He pushed himself out of Jacob’s hold, staring at him in bewilderment.

“What??”

Jacob could only stare at Changmin, tilting his head as he deciphered Changmin’s expression. His next words came out in a whisper, but Changmin heard them loud and clear.

“You like him.”

Changmin’s eyes grew impossibly wider, glaring at his friend in disbelief. “Jacob, are you out of your mind?” His voice unintentionally raised when spitting out the question, left in a sputtering mess. “Y-You haven’t even seen me these past few months, much less even knew who Haknyeon was until today, and you think I like him?”

“You’re not denying it,” Jacob shrugged, leaning against the glass. His eyes trailed downwards, his lips breaking out into a grin. “He gave you a sandwich, didn’t he?”

“You saw that?”

“It’s not hard to miss when your boyfriend is busy conversing with a friend. I saw you guys outside the shop.” Jacob didn’t even give Changmin time to respond to his explanation, bringing his attention back to the sandwich bag in Changmin’s grasp. “You finished your sandwich a while ago, and we passed by multiple trash cans on our way here.”

Changmin’s scoff came unexpected. “That doesn’t mean anything.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Positive.”

“Then why are you still holding onto the bag?”

Changmin froze, not realizing that he had been holding it this entire time. He looked down at his hands, and surely enough, his fingers were gripped tightly around the plastic bag that once held the sandwich that Haknyeon had given him. 

“You really are whipped, huh? I know you well enough to know when you like someone, and considering you’re being completely out of character right now, it’s clear you have some sort of feelings for him. The Ji Changmin is finally whipped for someone, and that someone is Haknyeon.” Jacob flashed a smile towards Changmin, proud of his observation.

Changmin’s eyes remained on the plastic bag, still in denial that his feelings for Haknyeon had ever changed.

“I don’t like him,” he mumbled.

“Yet you kept staring at him through the window, lovebird.”

The door behind Jacob had jingled but was left unnoticed by the pair, the two continuing their quarrel.

“I wasn’t staring at him.”

“How long are you going to deny the hints, Changmin?”

“Hey!-”

“Look, he means nothing to me, okay?! I never liked Haknyeon, and I never will,” Changmin snapped, whipping his head up to glare at Jacob for being ever so persistent. Only then had he realized the topic of conversation was standing right behind his friend, holding the door wide open as his eyes met Changmin’s.

His gaze was left unreadable, and Changmin noticed how glossy Haknyeon’s eyes seemed to be as they stared into his, but the younger shortly cut the eye contact, letting the door fall close behind him.

By now, Jacob had turned around, falling into pure shock at the sight of the male.

“Sorry. I’ll leave,” Haknyeon muttered, giving Changmin one last glance before walking away with rushed steps.

“I’m—I’m so sorry,” Jacob stuttered, turning to look at Changmin.

“No- you didn’t– you didn’t say anything. It’s not your fault.” Despite responding to Jacob, Changmin’s eyes were glued onto Haknyeon’s back, watching him rush out of the plaza. He wished to chase after him, to apologize and fix things straight but was immediately interrupted by the same jingle from before.

“Hey, where’s Haknyeon? Is he not here?” you asked, looking around. Juyeon did the same, squinting as he tried searching for your friend.

Jacob could only stay silent due to the amount of shock given, left with no words to say.

Changmin repeated your friend's name, eyes frantically searching the area as he realized he just lost track of Haknyeon walking away.

“Haknyeon saw you guys outside the store and wanted to say hi,” Juyeon explained, scratching at his nape.

Changmin’s feet were rooted to the ground right when he heard what Juyeon had said, the realization of what he had done stabbing him in the chest.

Haknyeon didn’t know why tears were escaping at a rapid pace, his sleeves quickly becoming soaked as he continuously wiped them off his cheeks. He had no idea where he was walking to, but all he knew was that he needed to get away from there. All the glances he received were ignored to the best of his abilities, already feeling humiliated enough after hearing what Changmin had said.

It hurt, really. Haknyeon hated to admit it.

He didn’t know why his words affected him so much and how it managed to leave a tear in his heart.

Changmin has always hated him from the beginning, and his hatred for the freshman was nothing new. Surely nothing has changed now, and Haknyeon didn’t know why he expected otherwise.

He didn’t know why he believed the person who accompanied him in the bathroom was the Changmin he’s known since the beginning, and he regretted letting Changmin take up his lingering thoughts. He regretted the simple thank you that left his lips earlier that morning, and he regretted the gesture of giving him a sandwich, now realizing that Changmin probably didn’t think much of it.

And he surely regretted the way he perked up when he saw Changmin with Jacob outside the store. He wished he didn’t leave the store while Juyeon bought you the swimwear, and he wished the bright smile wasn’t left on his lips right when he exited that door.

It was silly to believe that Changmin was warming up to him, and it was silly of Haknyeon to fall for the stupid words that showed that Changmin cared.

His shoulder clashed into another, and Haknyeon almost tripped over his feet, stumbling forward in his spot. He rebalanced himself and then suddenly his name was being called, soon meeting the concerned looks from both Hyunjae and Kevin.

“Haknyeon,” Hyunjae repeated, reaching to hold onto his wrist. “Are you okay? Did something happen?”

Kevin was standing there, confused at the sight of the broken boy.

The humiliation only grew from there when Haknyeon realized he bumped into Hyunjae, causing him to pull his hand away from the elder. He knew it wasn’t Hyunjae’s fault, but in no way did he want to talk to any of Changmin’s friends for the time being.

So he ran. He ignored the repeated calls from Hyunjae and ran until he came across a deserted bench near the busy streets, sitting himself down to let everything out.

He truly didn’t understand the reasoning behind Changmin’s detestation even if you had explained it the night before. He was sure the words that left his lips held more truthfulness compared to you saying that Changmin hated him because of his so-called ‘bad vibes’.

Just what has he done to receive your brother’s disliking?

“Hyunjae!” Juyeon called over, waving his hand high in the air for his friend to see.

Hyunjae and Kevin then came jogging down the sidewalk, meeting the rest of the group.

Hyunjae had informed Juyeon of what he and Kevin had encountered not so long ago, confused about the entire situation, leading them to reconnect right outside the store.

“So is anyone going to explain what happened with Haknyeon?” Hyunjae questioned, eyes glaring at everyone present.

“He’s not responding to any of my texts,” you muttered, shoving your phone into your pocket.

Jacob’s lips were parted, desperate to explain what had happened but no sentences were able to be formed, leaving Kevin concerned at how speechless his boyfriend became.

Meanwhile, Changmin was left staring down at the ground, his grip growing increasingly tighter around the empty plastic bag in his hand. His eyes were frantically shifting its gaze, and you noticed this.

You could easily read your brother’s actions and walked over to him, grabbing his arm. You tugged him away from the group of friends and into a secluded area in order to interrogate him.

“You had something to do with this, didn’t you?” Your eyes were piercing into his, your fingers reaching to clutch onto his shirt.

Changmin only closed his eyes, staying silent.

You stared at him for a while longer, and when realizing that he wasn’t going to speak, you let go of your grip, whispering. “You did.”

He nodded, unable to help himself from containing anything further.

“Changmin, what did you do?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“Neither do I. I don’t know what’s been happening between you two these past two days and it probably isn’t any of my business, but to make him cry?” Your voice almost cracked while speaking, unable to believe the situation at hand. “Changmin, I’ve never seen Haknyeon cry in all the years I’ve known him, so for Hyunjae to text Juyeon saying that he found Haknyeon sobbing, what the fuck did you do?”

Even with no response, you continued. “I know you hate him for whatever reason, but that doesn’t give you a right to hurt my best friend.”

“I don’t—hate him,” Changmin breathed out, darting his gaze over to the side. “I don’t— hate Haknyeon,” he whispered.

Your eyes squinted at him, not expecting these words to be uttered from your brother at all. His actions only left you even more confused and concerned, and soon enough a gust of wind hit both of you, the cold filling up the tense atmosphere.

You then realized Changmin’s reasoning behind his change in attitude.

He meant what he said.

“Go.”

“What?”

“Go find him. Go fix this. I think he needs you more than me right now.”

Changmin finally brought his gaze over to you, wondering if he was hearing you correctly. You looked at him with such sincerity, such love that he’s always received from you whenever he fucked up as your older brother. 

He slowly backed away, letting the plastic bag drop to his feet before running in the direction Hyunjae came from.

A/N : THIS CHAPTER WAS SUPPOSED TO BE LONGER AND FILLED WITH FLUFF IDK WHAT HAPPENED I'M SORRY

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[so-writing]

Sugar, Honey, Ice and Tea- Matthew Tkachuk (8)

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--

There was no fucking way you were hopping into the elevator and making your way up to Matthew’s place. 

No, not a fucking chance, despite what you told him the night before.

Onyx was laying at the foot of the couch and rubbing his face against your feet as you started the next episode of ‘Vanderpump Rules’.

 The bus ride home was confusing for you because Matthew was kind and, for the first time, he revealed a personal part of himself to you. He was reading the books that ‘Game of Thrones’ was based on and you were more than surprised by that. 

His big smile when you started comparing the book to the show was blinding and you hated how you giddy you felt when he followed up in conversation. 

“I mean I haven’t read a ton of books but I’ve heard that they’re always better than the screen remake,” he had said. 

“Most of the time, yeah that’s accurate.” 

That easy conversation turned into Matthew driving you home and you learning that the two of you shared a building.

Of course he lived in the top floor penthouse, of course his views were beautiful. Of fucking course Matthew Tkachuk had everything and more. 

++

Onyx was laying between your legs as you sprawled out on the couch watching reality tv. The knock on your door was hard and scared the shit out of you. 

“Oh my god,” you stood up and headed toward the door, “what?”

You didn’t expect to open the door to the unruly, red curls and blue eyes of Matthew Tkachuk, but there he stood.

“Hey,” he hesitated slightly, “I missed my boy.”

“Sorry, what?”

“Onyx.”

“Oh, your boy?”

“Yeah, we met and the connection was instant, we’re fucking besties.”

“You’re fucking kidding me,” you rolled your eyes but stepped aside anyway, “he’s just going to run away as soon as he sees you. Onyx hates people.” 

You expected Onyx to bolt for the bedroom but he sat on the arm of the couch watching Matthew with big, curious eyes as he entered your apartment.

“Hey bud, you remember me?” 

Onyx looked like he was about to take off, and he did, but rather than hide in the bedroom, he was nuzzling his face into Matthew’s shins. He began purring furiously when Matthew leaned down to rub behind his ears and scratch just above his tail.

“I am amazed,” you shook your head in disbelief at the interaction between Matthew and your cat, “he doesn’t ever do this. Literally, he never does this ever.”

“He trusts me and wants to claim me. I looked it up.” 

“Really? You did research on cat behavior?”

“Yeah,” he blushed slightly and dropped his eyes to the floor, “I was curious. I’ve never had a cat.” 

Silence fell between the two of you as you continued standing in the doorway watching Matthew love on Onyx. 

“You know, Onyx might be interested seeing Calgary from above.” 

Matthew perked up right away, smiling at you in a way that was so annoying you couldn’t do anything besides return it. 

“If he comes up, he might like the views and he might not want to come back.” 

“Oh, don’t worry, he’ll want to come back. He does want the views though.”

*

The number of women that Matthew had seen in his apartment, taking in the views and trying their best to charm him, was foreign at that point. This was brand new, though. 

He never expected to see this woman, much less a cat he didn’t know she had until recently, in his second home, surveying the view from above and maybe, maybe, not hating him as much as she used to. 

“This is incredible, it’s crazy how we live in the same building but our views of the city are so insanely different.”

“Yeah,” he tried to be cool, “give me the boy, please.”

“Ugh, whatever.”

She gently set Onyx on the floor and watched as he practically begged to be picked up by Matthew before turning her eyes back to the views of Calgary below her.

This woman wasn’t the same one he’d known, and disliked, for two years. She was someone entirely different and he hated how drawn he was to her because, actually, she was the same woman and he wasn’t ready to face that just yet.

*

“You can’t have my cat, Tkachuk.”

“But he likes me so much,” Matthew pouted and you resisted the urge to find it adorable.

“He likes me more, I promise.” 

“Fine!” 

It wasn’t a serious response, Matthew set Onyx on the floor just inside your apartment and backed a few feet away.

“See you in the morning, I guess?” 

“Yeah, obviously,” he playfully punched your shoulder, “we work together.”

“You gonna be nice to me from now on? Now that your best friend lives at my place?”

“Yep,” he responded as he popped the p, “g’night. Goodnight Onyx!” 

++

You knew you weren’t into Matthew Tkachuk. He was largely a trash human and you had plenty of experience with him to back up that accusation. 

Still, it didn’t stop you from thinking about him as you lay in bed with your wand pressed against your most intimate parts. It was purely physical, you told yourself, Matthew was hot but that was it. That was absolutely it. 

Sleep overtook your body and when your alarm went off in the morning, you were groggy and irritable and absolutely not in the mood to go to work. 

“Good morning, sunshine!”

“Hey,” you weakly greeted another staffer as you made your way into the arena. 

“No sleep for the wicked?”

“None at all,” you smiled at her as she offered you a hot coffee and everything bagel.

“Today’s going to be rough on the guys.”

“Why?”

“They’ve been breaking rules, Chuky especially.”

That piqued your interest.

“What did he do?” 

“He was treating one of the assistants like shit and it got back to Sutter.”

“Who was he treating like shit?”

You knew, obviously.

“No idea, but Sutter’s pretty upset and Matt is going to have to deal with that.”

“Oh,” was all you could say. 

*

Holy fucking shit. He was sure he was going to fucking die. 

As soon as practice ended, Matthew hurried off the ice and toward the toilets. It was a hard practice and he knew he was just barely going to make it to the toilets before he started throwing up. 

His eyes watered as he emptied the contents of his stomach into the porcelain bowl and when his stomach finally felt secure, he still found himself sweating. 

“Hey, Chuk, you ok?” 

“No,” he probably should’ve lied but fuck it, “no I’m not.”

“You know why this happened, right?” 

“No, I’ve got no fucking idea.” 

“The whole floor thing. You know?” 

Jesus Christ. He knew he fucked up for doing that to her, but when was he going to finally stop paying for doing it?

“Yeah,” another wave of nausea washed over him, “yeah I know.” 

*

You stood just outside the toilets in the locker room listening to him wretch into the bowl. It was hard to hear. 

“Matthew?”

“Oh, shit!” 

He jumped back in surprise and clutched his chest when he realized who had called his name, “you scared the shit out of me.”

“I’m sorry.”

His eyes were bloodshot and red rimmed. He wasn’t in a good state and it was very obvious. Matthew pushed past you in a rush and all you could do was watch as he headed back to the ice. 

++

“Tkachuk is on fire tonight! Three goals and we’re only halfway through the second,” the announcer’s voice boomed across the arena and you couldn’t hide your grin.

Matthew was being bitchy to you at the moment but there was something there. The Flames won and you felt electric. 

You were sure this was what he wanted. He’d been dropping hints for a week and you were tired of playing dumb. You were pretty fucking sure Matthew wanted you, almost as much as you decided you wanted him.

Now was the time to go for it. You knew he was home, the game ended hours ago, and you knew it was time to just fucking go for it.

So you knocked on his door and when it opened, you were met with the sight of a beautiful blonde with big eyes and a sheet wrapped around her body asking ‘who are you’ and all you could do was fucking run to the elevator and frantically press the button to your floor.

Who the fuck were you kidding? You didn’t have the body and face of a supermodel. Matthew didn’t want you. He never would.

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[skiesofthesketchy]

Body Language

Pairing: JJ Maybank x female reader

“I’m going to kiss you now. Don’t freak out.”

Note: This is my first attempt at smut and I don’t think it’s half bad lmao. This is also my first Outer Banks fic, and I can tell you right now there will be MORE in the future :) Please let me know what you think! Enjoy! 

Summary: Your best friend JJ has an unfortunate one night stand, which leads him to asking you what girls like in bed.

Warnings: SMUT, nsfw, 18+

Word count:  4k

Part 1 (you are here) / Part 2

***

You knew something was wrong.

It was just a normal day with the pogues. You had spent the afternoon on John B.’s boat, drinking, smoking, swimming until you all were exhausted from the sun. But you could tell something was wrong with JJ the entire time. 

When you had made a dirty play off of Pope’s words and looked to your best friend for a high five, he was staring off into the horizon. When Kiara’s bikini top came undone and she rushed to fix it while everyone howled in laughter, he wasn’t even paying attention. “What’s up, dude?” you’d ask when you caught him staring at you a handful of times, but he would just shake his head with a dismissive mumble.

You all were back at the Chateau by the time the sun had started to set. You sat on a lawn chair while John B. and Kiara swung in the hammocks, and Pope was sitting on the ground while JJ paced back and forth behind you guys. There was definitely something on his mind. You just wanted to know what could possibly be more important to JJ than spending the day with his best friends. This wasn’t like him at all, and you waited patiently for him to eventually tell you what was going on.

It was only minutes later that John B. told everyone he was leaving to go see Sarah. Pope stood up from the dirt too, saying something about all the chores he had to get done or else his dad was going to kill him. Kiara left with both boys, wanting to catch a ride back home before it got too late. You wondered if your other friends had noticed JJ’s odd behavior, or if it was only noticeable to you. You two did understand each other better than anyone. Once they all left, it was just you and JJ. 

You gathered the empty beer bottles and bags of chips littering the back yard to bring them inside the house, JJ quickly following close behind you. You thought he was going to say something to you, but he kept his mouth shut. 

You shrugged off that thought as you looked around the trashed living room, deciding to clean up a little bit. It may not be your house, but you were there all the time and knew nobody else was going to clean up. As you grabbed a garbage bag to start working, you noticed JJ still standing in the doorway, not sure what to do with himself. You raised your brow at him questioningly, but he just awkwardly scratched the back of his head and sat down on the couch. 

Then he just sat there quietly, watching you as you cleaned, yet another sign that something was wrong. The boy never missed an opportunity to tease you about your “house-wife tendencies,” as he likes to say.  

You dropped the garbage bag you were carrying and made your way to sit next to him on the couch. “Alright, dude,” you sighed. “What’s up?” You were tired of waiting for him to tell you on his own. You only have so much patience with the boy.

“What do you mean?” he countered quickly.

You scoffed. “You’ve been acting weird all day. I know when something’s off with you, J, so just spill it.”

His eyes met yours for a brief moment before he sighed. “I actually wanted to ask you something,” he started, but the silence that fell over the room afterwards made it clear he wasn’t going to continue.

“Okay,” you laughed softly. “Go ahead.”

“I just... I don’t know how to say it.” He was being timid, avoiding your gaze. You furrowed your brows. This wasn’t like the JJ you knew at all. He was never afraid to tell you anything, you guys were so close.

You laid a comforting hand on JJ’s knee, which was bouncing from nerves. “Come on, it’s just me.” 

He took a deep breath, deciding to just get it out in the open. “What do girls like in bed?”

You were dumbfounded. You definitely didn’t expect anything like that to come out of your best friend’s mouth!

Your state of shock had him jumping up to his feet to defend himself. “I know I’m the best in bed, okay. I’m great at sex! I’m a sex god! Every girl leaves my bed satisfied,” he exclaimed, desperately trying to hide his bruised ego and putting on his normal cocky attitude. 

“Obviously not every girl if you’re asking me what girls like.” You couldn’t help but laugh. JJ Maybank: the biggest player in Outer Banks, was asking you for sex advice? This was almost too good to be true.

You bent over, clutching your stomach as you bubbled with laughter. JJ threw a pillow at you, obviously annoyed you were laughing at him. “Ha, ha. Very funny.”

You wanted to revel in this moment, but urged yourself to calm down. You knew JJ was distraught about this, so you needed to shut up and be a friend to him, even though all you wanted to do was tease your normally-arrogant friend. “Alright, tell me what happened.”

He stood with his arms crossed in front of you, sure you were going to keep laughing at him. You grabbed his hand and dragged him down into the spot next to you. “I won’t laugh anymore. Promise. What happened?” 

He inhaled a deep breath, working up the courage to just spit it out. “I brought a touron over last night. She said she wanted to, ya know, but she didn’t seem into it like, at all.” 

You listened patiently as he told you about his unfortunate one-night-stand. It didn’t seem like such a big deal, but you could tell it really affected him. He was used to girls falling at his feet, letting them do whatever he wanted with them. He was used raving reviews, and girls always wanting to see him again after they had slept together. It was why JJ was confident and a tad egotistical in the first place, but Poor JJ really let this get to his head.

He looked defeated after he finished the story, and you just wanted to comfort him. “It’s just one girl, J. You’ll probably never even see her again.”

“But I thought I did everything right. I thought I knew what all girls liked, but I guess not.” You smiled sadly at him, not knowing what to say. “So, that’s why I wanted to ask you. I don’t know. You’re a girl. What did I do wrong?” The nerves were coming back again. 

“It’s hard to say, JJ. Every girl is different. You just have to pick up on the signs.”

“What signs are we talking about?”

You laughed. “You know, like body language. How she reacts to everything.” 

“I’m great at body language,” he scoffed. “But you should... uh... elaborate.” You giggled again. You knew he was a dumb boy, but you didn’t think he was this dumb.

“You can tell what a girl wants by the way she kisses you.” 

“You’re telling me things I already knooowwww.” He threw his head back with a dramatic sigh, which made you shake your head in amusement. If he really wanted to know what girls like, you were going to teach him.

You scooted closer to him on the couch and took his hat off, ruffling his hair. He looked at you confused as you grabbed his shoulders and made him face you. “I’m going to kiss you now. Don’t freak out.” 

You waited for the surprise to wash away from his baby blues before you leaned in and kissed him. His lips were softer than you had imagined. You didn’t waste any time wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in even closer. With your head turned to the side, you opened your mouth and he followed suit, tongues now mingling together. You were being hungry and forceful on purpose, sitting up more to press your chest into his. His warm hands made their way to your waist as he kept up with your fast pace. Your fingers weaved into his hair, tugging and pulling softly as you directed his movements.

It was hot as hell. The kiss was needy and messy, as if you two were madly in love and couldn’t keep your hands off each other. You were dominating the kiss, and didn’t let him move his hands further up your body, your hands covering his to keep them in place on your hips. 

When you needed air, you pulled away, resuming your previous position on the couch as if nothing had happened. JJ, on the other hand, looked frazzled. His cheeks were tinted red and his expression was one of disbelief. His best friend did just make out with him after all. But it was more than that. The way you kissed him had arousal pumping through his veins, and directly to his dick.

“If a girl kisses you like that, she definitely wants you,” you broke the silence. Well, it was silent besides JJ’s heavy breathing. “She also wants to be the one to call the shots.” 

His eyes met yours and he still couldn’t believe what had happened. You kissed him like that, all to teach him a lesson?  He hadn’t had a make out session this hot in a long time, and you were totally unphased by it. “Make sense?” you asked. All he could do was nod. His mind was spinning and he had a tent forming in his shorts, which you didn’t notice.

“Okay. Let’s try again.” He smirked, already missing the feeling of your lips on his. You leaned in, but let him meet you the rest of the way, and you were kissing again. This time, you kept your hands to yourself, and allowed JJ to pull you in by his hands on your jaw. You resisted the urge to melt into him, and kept up your more timid approach to the kiss. 

It was far less heated than before. This kiss was soft and slow, which confused the boy but he didn’t want to do anything to risk ruining the moment. You pulled away while placing your hand on his chest to separate you two. 

“If she kisses like that,” you started, “then she’s into you. But she wants you to take control. If she’s more shy, you’re gonna have to take it a little slow.” You peered into his eyes and found them gleaming. “You following, Maybank?” 

“Mmhmm.” He sat back, letting his fingers brush over his lips that were just on yours. You really were trying to teach him more about what girls like, and he liked your “hands on” approach. He didn’t know what was going to happen next, but he knew how glad he was that he asked you for help.

Part of you couldn’t believe you had just kissed him either. It was a strange feeling, kissing your best friend. You’d be lying to yourself though, if you said you had never imagined what it would be like to kiss JJ. You couldn’t tell what was going on in his head. “You good?”

“Better than good.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, looking at you with a smirk. “What’s next, Teacher?” 

You laughed before thinking for a moment. “Consent.”

“Pshh. I know about consent. Who do you think I am? I’m upfront with every girl that I intend to bone.” He was offended that you’d even think of him like that.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m sure. But things can change. It doesn’t take much to turn a girl off.”

He looked at you like you were being ridiculous. “For example, the touron last night,” you continued. “You asked me for help, remember?”

JJ nodded reluctantly. He was still sure he knew how to please a girl, and when to back off, but you were only trying to help him. He’d kick himself if he stopped this little learning lesson now and risk never kissing you again. “Alright, alright. What about consent?”

You smiled, happy he was going to hear you out. You wished more guys would be willing to understand how girls think when it comes to intimacy. “It’s good to take breaks and ask what she wants. If a girl is feeling uncomfortable with something, she’s more likely to speak up about it if you take the time to ask her.”

“Care to demonstrate?” he asked with a wink. You shook your head and laughed at his flirtiness. 

“Okay, fine.” This time, you placed your hands on his shoulders and hoisted yourself over him to straddle his lap. His hands found the exposed skin of your thighs as he looked up at you, desire dancing in his eyes. “I’ll kiss you again, but it’s your job to make sure I consent to whatever's next.” Another smirk found its way to the blonde’s lips before he pulled you down to him by the back of your neck.

It was almost as heated as the first kiss. With his lips pressed firmly to yours, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. When it quickly turned into a sloppy make out, you let your fingers pull on the blonde strands on the back of his head. You were absolutely enjoying yourself in this position with your best friend, and he felt the same. ‘But this is all for learning purposes,’ you reminded yourself. ‘So that he can be with other girls...’

Pulling away from you was the last thing JJ wanted to do, but he did so anyway, remembering what you had asked him to do. Looking at your messy hair and swollen lips, he wanted to take you right then and there. “Um, do you consent?” he asked in a small voice. This didn’t feel natural at all.

You giggled over him. “Not like that, dude.”

“Then how? It feels so weird to stop everything to ask about it.” He was slightly embarrassed that you were laughing at him, but that was all quickly forgotten as he got lost in your smile. 

“I’ll show you,” you said before leaning in again. You guys were getting very good at kissing each other, and jumped right back into where you left off. With your arms around his neck, you softly grinded into his lap. His breath hitched in his throat, telling you he was surprised by your actions while you were just as surprised to feel his growing bulge press into you. It made you more excited than you cared to admit.

Your hands traveled down his chest and to his sides. Your fingers drifted to the hem of his t-shirt before dipping under the material, your soft hands caressing the skin above his hips. JJ could feel everything you were doing to him with intensity, and he didn’t want it to stop. Your hands moved up his sides a bit further before you pulled away from the kiss only slightly. “Can I take this off?” you whispered.

With glazed eyes, the boy could only nod. You pecked his lips once more before slowly pulling off his shirt. Now, he laid beneath you with his chest fully exposed, and you wanted to drool. Sure, you’ve seen him shirtless countless times before, but this was different. He was sculpted to perfection, right under you and only for your gaze.

He could tell you were checking him out, and he loved every second of it. He wanted to know if you were thinking the same thing he was. He wanted you to want him.

“See? It’s that easy. And it doesn’t have to ruin the moment.”

Again, he nodded. “Let me try.” He didn’t give you a second to respond before he abruptly pulled your face back to his. With all this kissing, you were sure you were going to get light headed from lack of air.

Somehow, it only got better. With your tongues dancing together, you felt his hands smoothly run over your thighs, then up to your hips and back down again. It felt like he needed to touch every inch of your body or else he would lose his mind. Then his warm hands boldly lifted up your shirt a little so that he could feel the soft skin of your waist. 

With fingertips rubbing small circles into your ribcage, he pulled away enough to look into your eyes and asked, “Is this okay?” He was doing just as you had told him. He was learning, you thought. You bit your lip subconsciously, drawing his eyes to the small action. You nodded, and he swiftly pulled your shirt over your head. Now you were just in your blue bikini top, sitting on top of a shirtless JJ. He wanted to revel in the sight of you, more exposed only for him, but he instead brought his hands up to your jaw to pull you in yet again. 

You let the front of your body melt into him, becoming impossibly closer to one another. You loved the taste of him and how his hands left a burning sensation wherever he touched you. Your mind became foggy as your thoughts were replaced by desire.

Without breaking the kiss, JJ quickly flipped over to lay you down on the couch, him crouching over you. He slowly put more of his weight on you as the kiss became more intense, even though it felt like it couldn’t possibly get more intense than it already was.

His mouth finally left yours, only to reconnect with your jaw. He left wet kisses down the side of your neck, turning you on even more as his hand gracefully moved up and down your side. As his loving assault reached your collarbone, he stopped and looked up at you, practically wreathing beneath him. “You good, baby?” he asked.

You nodded feverishly, all common sense going out the window. How you went from platonic best friends to this was something you couldn’t fathom right now. With another smirk, he continued to leave open mouth kisses down your collarbone and chest. Your fingers weaved through his hair tightly, which he took as a sign to keep going.

He let his tongue dart out to lick the swell of your breast over your swimsuit before sucking on the tender spot. His hand daringly grabbed your other boob and squeezed softly. To his surprise, a quiet moan escaped from your lips, only urging him to continue. ‘This is the body language she was talking about,’ he thought, feeling like an absolute king for being able to get this sort of response out of you. 

He pulled your top down, your tits now bouncing freely from the material, and his mouth watered at the sight. Without a moment to lose, his lips came down over your right nipple and started sucking while his hand played with your other boob, teasing your taught nipple with the soft pinch of his fingers. More sounds of pleasure fell from your open mouth, and he watched as your eyes squeezed shut. 

“You like that, baby?” he asked breathlessly and between more kisses on your breasts. You shook your head yes, eyes still closed tight. At this point, every cell in your body wanted him. You didn’t care about anything else, just his mouth and his hands touching you everywhere. 

“I need verbal consent, princess.” He smirked against your skin as his lips traveled down your stomach. He felt high off your reaction to him. He wanted nothing more than to please you until you were screaming his name.

A breathy laugh escaped you and your eyes finally opened to see his pretty face smiling over your belly button. He was teasing you, and while you normally didn’t let him get away with that, you needed him to keep going.

“Yes, JJ. I like this.”

His fingers toyed with the waistband of your shorts, eyes still boring into yours. “Tell me what you want, babe.” He was still teasing you, and you were getting frustrated. He was following your previous instructions though. 

“I want you to make me feel good,” you said, almost losing your composure. Every kiss, every touch, felt like magic and you needed more.

Within seconds, your shorts and bikini bottoms were discarded onto the floor and his thumb was running between your wet folds. You whimpered at the contact, which had him smiling from ear to ear. “Damn, Y/N. Is this all for me?” he asked, playing with your soaked entrance. You were always the first to make sure his ego didn’t get too big, but in this moment, you didn’t care.

He easily slipped two fingers into you, and you moaned out his name. He slowly pumped his fingers in and out, bringing his mouth to your sensitive clit, all while watching you intently to make sure you were enjoying this as much as he was. He sucked on the bud, his hand picking up a steady pace, and it was already enough to unravel you. Your body was trembling and your hold on his hair only tightened, encouraging him to speed up. 

His tongue lapped at your pussy relentlessly while his fingers curled inside you over and over. He could tell you were close, and was determined to make you reach your high. “JJ,” you moaned loudly. “Don’t stop.” The sounds coming out of you were filthy, and JJ felt like he could cum right then and there as he pleasured you. 

He quickly threw your leg over his shoulder, and the new angle had you shaking. He did as you asked, going harder and faster with his assault on your core. He loved this, loved the taste of you. He felt like he could live between your thighs forever. Your moans turned into desperate whimpers as your hips bucked up to meet his face. It was all getting too much for you, but he didn’t slow down even slightly.

Then, you were cumming. Your body jerked awkwardly as you climaxed, and JJ was still fingering you, still sucking on your clit, riding out your high. The noises you made had the boy struggling to keep his own composure, especially when you were moaning his name. He couldn’t believe this was all for him. That he was the one to make you feel this good.

As you calmed down and caught your breath, the boy between your legs finished cleaning you up with his tongue before kissing up your belly, your boobs, then your lips again. He laid his head in the crook of your neck as he wrapped his arms around you, engulfing your body under the weight of his. You didn’t know what to say. Your best friend just ate you out, and it felt amazing.

“Uh, good job,” you croaked, voice a little sore from moaning. You wanted to punch yourself in the face for that line. “I mean, uh, you did everything right.” 

He smiled against your collarbone, finding your flustered state adorable, if not amusing. “Did I pass the test, Teacher?” he asked, peering up at you.

You laughed breathlessly. “With flying colors.” Then it was silent. You never stopped to think what this could mean for your friendship. What happens next? You didn’t want there to be any awkwardness between you two. 

JJ, on the other hand, felt on top of the world. He was excited about this new side of you. He wondered if this intimacy was something you wanted with him in the future. He felt confident after making you orgasm, so he spoke up. “You’re a good teacher,” he complimented, and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, making you blush. “Got any other lessons for me?”

It was then that you realized JJ’s erection was pressing into your leg. It was so hard that your eyes widened, thinking of how painful it must be for him to still be restrained by his shorts. Even though you just had one of the best orgasms of your life, you felt yourself getting wet again, ready and excited for more. “Maybe one or two,” you hummed shyly. A chuckle left his lips before they were once again on yours. 

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Ozone: A Caliban Imagine

Request from Anon: hiya i was just wondering if you could write about ozone and caliban its my fave chase song🥰 please and thank you! love your blog💕

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Ozone

I'm feeling numb off of all of these Xans, yeah

I know it’s dumb that I fucked up your plans I wish I was more of a man

When Sabrina Morningstar kissed him goodbye, Caliban pretended to kiss her back with just as much meaning. When she kissed him goodbye, he pretended that he wasn’t thinking about the girl he could be with now the Queen of Hell would be transported to another world.

That was if Y/N would ever take him back, of course.

He knew she had been at the wedding, watching him saw vows he didn’t really mean, hating him for all the heartbreak he had put her through. He knew that he never could have told her his real plan, the one that involved her and him and a throne. He knew that she would only have tried to stop him, always trying to protect him from the death that came as a result of treason.

He felt numb the day he told Y/N it was over, marking the first step in his plan to glory. It was only as time went on, only as he watched her in court, solemn with hatred in her eyes, that he realised how stupid he had been.

He wished he had the guts to tell her the truth, knowing now that it was far too late for that.

I wish I was more of a man I know you don't understand I neglected you again

Y/N had given Caliban more chances than he had ever deserved, he knew that. He never understood why she loved him, never understood how someone so perfect as her could love someone so broken as him. He was incomplete, and felt even more so without her.  

He knew she would never understand his plan, never understand why he had had to marry Sabrina Morningstar to get what he wanted for both of them. And so, he had thought it was easier to lie to her, to tell her that he didn’t love her anymore, to leave her. Alone and feeling just as incomplete as he did.  

It wasn’t the first time he had sacrificed her for personal gain, but somehow, she had always taken him back. But he had a feeling that this time Y/N wouldn’t be so forgiving. He had a feeling she was tired of being neglected, of loving someone whom she believed didn’t love her in the same way.  

Of course, she was wrong. Caliban loved her more than words could ever say. So why did he find it so hard to choose? Why was it so hard to pick between glory and the girl he loved? Why did he continue to mess up?  

Those were the questions she had left him with after the wedding. She said, "Don't forget you owe me one" Ninety-nine cent dreams, maybe you could show me some

“I guess congratulations are in order,” Y/N took a sip of champagne, a bitterness in her tone that made Caliban wince, “Congratulations to the Queen’s new husband.”

“Don’t be like that, Y/N.”

“Like what? I’m merely congratulating you. Well done on finally finding someone you love. Of course, I thought that was me, but as you told me only a few weeks ago, I’m wrong.”

He had wanted to scream at her, to take her by the shoulders and shake her. He wanted to tell her that she wasn’t wrong, that he loved her, adored her, had pictured himself kissing her instead of Sabrina Morningstar. But he didn’t.

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” He was quiet, guilt threaded through every word he spoke. And then she turned on him, vicious, terrifyingly beautiful.

“I don’t want you to say anything. I don’t want to ever hear from you again, do you understand? Because every time you open your mouth, I’m the one who ends up getting hurt.” A sob as her voice began to break. “And I can’t do it anymore. So when it all ends up going sour with our lovely Queen, don’t you dare come running back to me. You owe me that, at least.”

She told me she loved me, but I do not deserve your love I put me above you and honestly I think I fucked it up I don't know why

From that day on, Caliban thought of all the things he could have said, all the things that could have made Y/N change her mind. He could have told her the truth, that he was doing all of this for her, for them, for a better life. He could have kissed away her tears before kissing her lips.

But instead he had accepted that he didn’t deserve her love, that he wasn’t good enough for her, that she no longer deserved the hurt that he constantly put her through. He had let her walk away from him, and it was the worst moment of his life.

His marriage to Sabrina Morningstar had never helped to distract him. Y/N was constantly in his thoughts, his mind swimming with ways that he could get her back. He knew his efforts would be pointless, knew that she was certain on leaving him this time.

But a glimmer of hope was a powerful thing, and when he saw that Sabrina Spellman had been able to forgive Nicholas Scratch, he thought maybe Y/N would forgive him. So when Sabrina Morningstar, his wife, kissed him goodbye, he could only think of his next steps.

He could only think of Y/N, the girl he didn’t deserve.

I'm 'bout to ruin the Ozone I know you're sitting alone I made mistakes with these white lines

“She’s really gone then?” Y/N looked over at Caliban, at him standing in her room, in what had been their room. He had found her there, knowing her too well to imagine she would be anywhere else. She was never one for company, always preferring to be alone when he wasn’t around. It was almost a comfort to see that things hadn’t changed.

When she had opened the door to him, she had been prepared to slam it on his face. But there was something about the look in his eyes, the pleading, that had made her stop. And now, here they were, about to talk for the first time since his wedding night, and Caliban felt sick.

“Yes. She’s gone.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“You’re right, I’m not. Get to the point. Why are you here?”

Caliban hated the way she looked at him with such contempt. He knew he deserved it, knew that he had made mistakes, the biggest in his life when he had put his own goals above loving her. He knew that it was very likely she wouldn’t forgive him, but he knew that it was worth a try. Y/N was the love of his life, and he wasn’t prepared to let her go without a fight.

And I'm clouded by all of this smoke I don't think I'll ever get sober, no I don't think I'll ever get sober

When he had finished telling Y/N everything, Caliban let out a sigh of relief. It felt like the clouds had parted, like he was finally seeing everything clearly. He knew that to love Y/N was to trust her, and telling her the truth, letting the weight fall from his shoulders, was the best thing he had ever done.

At least, that was what he felt until she spoke.

“Why are you telling me this?” She was the quiet one this time, a suspicion in her voice that pierced his soul.

“Because I love you.”

“And you’ve only just figured that out? You’ve only just realised that you love me after breaking my heart? Do you have any idea what you’ve put me through, Caliban?”

And there was that look again, that hatred that made him want to fix everything.

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh, how many times have I heard that?” Y/N put her head in her hands, and Caliban resisted the urge to reach out and comfort her. “You don’t change, do you? But I’m the one who always promises herself that you will. I’m the always the one who gets let down, but I keep coming back because I love you.”

“Y/N. You’re right. I don’t change, but I’m trying. I really am. If this has taught me anything, it’s that I never want to mess up with you ever again. I just want things to go back to the way they were.”

She looked at him then, really looked at him.

“Then give me time.”

Time. He could give her that.

All because he loved her.

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