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alxndryngs · 6 months

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A Day Off

A/N: Since I am in desperate need of comfort/fluff, I came up with this. Enjoy!

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Alcina’s favourite maid has a bad day.

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Alcina, sitting in her atelier, was focused on her newest art piece. She only recently had gotten back into painting, and upon her new oil paints arriving, she had pushed work aside for once and hid away in her art room.

She even asked for her daughters to stay by themselves for the day, and put Bela in charge. Alcina wanted to dedicate herself to the work in process fully, without distractions.

The smell of fresh paint and sounds of birds chirping outside had fully consumed her, and hours passed without her noticing.

It was only when the feeling of hunger clawed at her throat that she noticed how much time had passed. Alcina called out, loud enough for the maids to hear.

“Yes, my lady.” Ingrid asked upon entering, her hands folded behind her back.

“Let y/n know I’m in desperate need of a glass of wine, and perhaps a small snack. She’ll know what to make me.”

Y/n had been her personal maid for almost three years at this point, having proven herself more than capable and worthy. Alcina took a liking to the girl, despite her wanting to admit it. She acted with grace, was humble and kind. Everything Alcina thought she herself was not, despite acting with grace.

The maid had left soon after, nodding before dismissal.

“Thank you, my-“ Alcina’s words ceased once her head turned and she was met by the image of Helena, and not y/n. “I asked for y/n, if I’m not mistaken.” Her tone now had a sharp edge to it, already feeling the annoyance bubbling up inside of her.

“Yes, my lady, I’m aware. But I was available, y/n isn’t feeling well today.”

Alcina paused, the paint covered brush slowly being lowered before placed down. It had surprised her that her little maid was feeling ill. In the years y/n had worked at the castle she might have fallen ill three times in total. Nothing could shake her, not even the freezing temperatures of the winter. Instead of freezing and sitting in front of her fireplace, she insisted on Alcina’s daughters receiving her firewood. ‘She didn’t need it’ she said.

“Well, send her the castle nurse. She will fix a remedy for whatever it is that is causing her to feel ill.” Alcina nodded, convinced this idea would be the solution. As the maid stood still, her mouth opening and closing to fish for an answer, Alcina snapped.

“Stop gawking at me like a dying bubble eye fish and do as I said! What am I paying you for?”

The maids mouth now stood agape in fear, and she stuttered for an answer. “I’m- my lady. I’m ever so sorry. A remedy from the nurse won’t help her. She’s just.. not feeling well mentally today.”

The maid paused, then adding in a panicked tone. “I apologise. I’m not sure if I was allowed to share that with you, Lady Dimitre-“

“I’m your employer, you’ll share with me when you last bled if I wish for you to.” Alcina growled, now standing and pushing the maid aside as she left her atelier.

As she strut through the castle, an anxious feeling overcame her. Y/n had always been collected and happy, and it seemed out of order for her to put work on hold. She had seen people die and burn because of Alcina’s wrath. People burning and screaming, being gutted, and managed to sleep like a baby. It confused Alcina.

She had slowed once entering the hallway leading towards the maidens rooms. Her heels thudded against the carpet, ceasing once having approached y/n’s room.

“Y/n?” Alcina called out, waiting for a response before gently knocking on the door with her knuckle. “Y/n, darling. I’ve heard that-“

Alcina stopped herself as the door opened. She fought the smile threatening to spread across her lips when y/n looked back at her.

“My lady.” She greeted, the same smile as always on the girls lips.

Alcina stood confused, licking her lips to moist them before pushing a smile back.

“Do you need me to wash your dress?”

Alcina’s brows furrowed “Pardon?”

“Your dress, my lady. It’s covered in paint.”

Alcina didn’t bother looking down at herself. Instead she shook her head and began to lean down, moving to step into the room as y/n stepped back to allow her to.

“I heard you were ill.” The stutter in y/n’s heart didn’t miss her. Alcina turned to look at her, waiting until she had closed the door before speaking again, her tone softer this time.

“You have always been by my side, ever since you came to Castle Dimitrescu. You’ve listened to me rant about my incompetent brother, complain over my business and daughters. You even dried my tears and blood for me. It is my turn to return the favour, my dear. Sit, and speak to me. What’s causing your little heart to beat this way?”

Alcina lowered herself onto the bed as she spoke. Y/n wasn’t sure if she had ever seen the kindness in Alcina’s eyes like there was now. It was inviting, comforting.

She obeyed, taking a seat next to her lady. It didn’t take long for the words to pool out of her, and all of a sudden, she had displayed the world to Alcina. Every single one of her concerns and problems laid splayed out before her, for her to look at and judge.

But instead, Alcina remained silent the whole time. Not once had she budged in to ask a question, even though there were multiple that burned on the tip of her tongue.

For comfort, Alcina removed the cream coloured handkerchief from her pocket. The Dimitrescu sigil was stitched into the corner.

Carefully, she had dried the maids tears. Her large hand cupped her cheek, and with the other she dried her tears.

Y/n cried, her face flush because of it and the embarrassment of crying in front of someone like Alcina. A wave of guilt overcame her for so freely unloading her problems onto Alcina.

“I’m sorry, my lady. I shouldn’t have burdened you with my problems, I-“

“Shush.” Alcina snapped, her voice immediately softening after. For a moment she hesitated, but then gently pulled her into her lap. She had to lift her slightly to her height to give her a proper hug. Alcinas gloved fingers ran through her hair, holding her close enough to feel her heartbeat against her own chest.

“Don’t ever say that. You are not a burden, or burdening me by speaking about your feelings. Your feelings are more than valid, especially in topics like the ones you have shared with me just now. I am beyond proud that you shared your concerns. It takes courage to speak up about one’s concerns. And from what I can tell, this has bothered you for a long time.”

Alcina gently peeled the maid off of her, only enough so she could look at her. Y/n had leaned on her only after moments, quietly crying into the woman’s shoulder.

Her hands cupped her small face, and Alcina spoke quietly.

“I want you to know that I always will be someone you can trust, and confine in. I’m here, and I’m listening. Do you hear me?”

A small sob bubbled out of her, and she nodded. Y/n’s eyes closed as Alcina pressed the most gentle kiss to her forehead, letting it linger enough for both of them to have time to relish in it before pulling away.

Her lips had left behind a red mark which she would make sure to remove later on. But for now, she was returning the hug y/n had given her. She had thrown her arms around the older woman, holding on tight as her walls began to fully break down and crumble beneath them both.

Alcina closed her eyes, holding her close as she swayed them from side to side. Whispering sweet nothings calmed y/n after a few minutes, and Alcina made sure to show her appreciation of the girl for the rest of the day.

“I started a new art piece.. would you like to join me in the atelier for the rest of the day?” Alcina offered with a smile which intensified upon seeing y/n smile at the suggestion.

She wondered if the girl would notice that it was her Alcina was painting. Taking a stroll through the Dimitrescu garden at midnight, the moon shining down on her.

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pastelclovds · 7 months

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yo @trianglesimp, imagine after reader fucked the other alternates, they decide to keep reader and make their home as their hangout place or a place to gather more alternates into our world, and ofc reader is chill with it.

reader doesn’t fear going outside after dark due to the alternates they’ve befriended always guarding them from other alternates who’d want to hurt them. reader isn’t fazed when they see dark, distorted figures eyeing them everywhere they go. all they see are desperate creatures who want a taste of their dick and euphoric orgasms, and reader is always happy to indulge in their needs cause it’s 100 times better than using their hand to get off.

gabriel is both amused and surprised that reader had survived this long after encountering a number of his creations, and the fact that reader is not even afraid of them nor throwing a fit over them staying in their home is beyond impressive. not only that, but the stories his servants told him about your… sexual acts has him curious. gabriel feels torn over wanting to indulge in his needs or simply killing reader. he decides to let you live with the excuse fact that his creations find you entertaining, and that if they ever need relief; they can use you. your future is unpredictable at the moment, but one thing is predictable, you will have these creatures by your side for a long time (and meet their leader very soon).

i also have a funny scenario that involves reader and an acquaintance they have in their workplace.

you were currently chilling on the couch and sharing a bowl of popcorn with an alternate that was watching the television along side you. it was a cheesy romcom that you’ve quickly lost interest in, but the alternate continued to stare at the screen intently.

you had assumed that since they had used electronics to travel wherever they’ve please, that they would have known about the media that electronics produced. but the fact that their blank, dark eyes continued to stare at the show with curiosity and slight fascination was… kinda adorable.

but still, you remember this one very vividly because they were the first one whom you had railed the hell out of. you still have the looks of pleasure on their faces engraved in your mind as you made them lose theirs. you could tell they have never experienced pleasure that you have given them, and they were greedy for more.

their long, distorted limbs wrapped around your body nearly twice as you continued to ravage into their cunt. harsh thrust after thrust made them forget that their original purpose for you was, they continued to cry out to their creator as they squirted over your pelvis and you didn’t stop until you buried yourself to the hilt and filled them up with warmth that doesn’t compare to anything else. you’ve allowed yourself to drift off to your own fantasies of how it would feel if you had owned the alternate beside you.

make them wear a collar with your name on it, make them choke on your dick while their on all fours, and make them scream your name as you rail them in a park, church, anywhere public. so that if any poor, unfortunate soul were to see your acts, they would know who your alternate belonged to. you were snapped out of your thoughts when a frail looking claw-hand landed on your thigh.

the alternate was staring into your eyes, their pupils were pitch black and held a pleading and desperate sort of emotion within them. their hand moved from your thigh to your crotch, you let out a small gasp when they slid their cold, slim fingers inside your boxers and began to fondle your balls.

you let out a breathy chuckle as you imagined the alternate with a wet pussy, and like magic, it appeared between their thighs. the alternate began to shiver and let out low labored breaths as you slipped your own fingers to play with their clit. “i-i knew you were here for a reason, i asume you want the usual? fucking this pretty pussy until nobody else but me get to use it, filling it to the brim with my cum until you become pregnant, is that what you want, pretty thing?” you ask as you removed your sweatpants and threw it off to floor somewhere.

the alternate nodded quickly as they rolled their hips along with your fingers, and gasped when your fingers entered their pussy and began to finger them furiously. “as much as i love seeing you lose yourself to my fingers, i-i can spread for both of us when i say that we should get to the main event.” you spit onto your palm and stroked your cock to full hardness as well as to lube it, and once that was done, you pushed them down onto the couch and lifted their long legs over your shoulders.

the alternate let out a distorted howl when you entered them and didn’t waste time with waiting, the living room quickly became humid as you thrusted in and out of their drooling pussy, their warm walls made it hard for you to not cum right then and there, but you wanted to make them cry and beg you for more until they couldn’t.

a sudden ringing from your phone made your movements stop for a second, the alternate whined when your pleasurable thrusts came to an end, you simply pulled their legs from of your shoulders and wrapped them around your waist (you noticed how their legs immediately tightened around you) and grabbed your phone that was on top of a small cabinet beside your couch. “sorry baby, why don’t you ride me while i’m taking this call?” you almost couldn’t finish your sentence due to the alternate pouncing on top of you and moving it’s hips in a fast pace.

you looked at who the caller was, it was simon from your workplace, you answered him. “what do you want simon i’m— oh fuck-, r-really busy right now,” you tried your hardest to try to pay attention to what he was saying, something about him being worried because you haven’t shown up in work for the past few days or some shit. you were too fixated on the sight of your cock disappearing inside the alternate and the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin to focus on simon.

at the moment, nothing else mattered except for fucking this creature dumb. who needs work when you have this one and their friends at your doorstep. “what is that noise, are you okay?” simon asked, “oh- i’m more than okay, keep moving your hips faster baby, cum on my cock.” on your command, the alternate let out a cry that distorted all electronics nearby before creaming around your cock, the sight alone was enough to make you burst inside them.

“what the!? are you fucking somebody while on call with me?” your acquaintance asked in disbelief, you bit your lip when you saw your mixed releases drip from the alternate’s cunt and down your balls. “fuck yeah i am,” you chuckled before bidding simon goodbye and hanging up. the alternate let out a whimper as the began grinding on your dick once more, what a greedy little thing. you wrapped one of your arms around their waist and thrust your hips up into their used cunt, “you’re desperate to milk another one outta me, aren’t you?” the alternate nodded frantically, moving along with your thrusts as it spewed out strings of moans.

you were caught off guard when you heard static coming from your tv, the romcom was long gone. in the gray mess on your screen, a hooded figure made himself known, and he was staring intensely at the mess between your cock and the other alternate’s pussy.

you couldn’t help a grin overtaking your face, “hello six, the usual as well?” you we’re gonna be busy after all, and not with work.

authors note: well, i’ve officially descended into madness. that or it’s just my monterfucker brain going crazy because it’s nearly october. I hope you’ve enjoyed this, cause i did ;). love you! 💙

#tmc #the mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue #tmc x reader #mandela catalogue x reader #dom reader #dom!reader #top!reader #top reader #sub character #sub!character #amab reader #top male reader #dom male reader #꒰ 🖇️ ꒱ ⎯ ame writes

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cinnaminsvga · 2 months

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Harana Preview | Jungkook

harana (n.): the act of wooing someone by serenading them

→ summary:

Unwilling to settle down with you after five years of dating, Jeon Jungkook decides to break up to chase after his dreams. In the aftermath, you leave your hometown, desperate to forget your past and relearn what it means to be on your own. Two years later while on your way to work, you pass by a familiar voice singing songs about a girl he had left behind.

{or alternatively: Jungkook still sings the love songs that he wrote for you. He still means them, too.}

→ genre: busker!au, exes to lovers, fluff, angst → warnings: jimin is insane and kinda crude (he has some issues going on), jungkook is a pathetic wet bunny but he's trying his best, so much yearning, ambiguous ending??? but my god there is hope!! the humanity of it all!! → words: anticipated 10-15K → a/n: what da hell who is she... HEY SO its been a while since ive written anything longer than 2k words and i really wanted to get back into writing, if only for practice... plus this is part of my heart full of hugot series that i teased literally eons ago and i want to finish it before the year ends... pray for my sanity ( ; ω ; )

part of the “heart full of hugot” series

As you struggle to pull yourself together, a familiarly loud voice rings outside the edge of your consciousness. “Hey, Y/N! Fancy seeing you here…” Jimin greets you, his usual jovial demeanor halting midway when he sees your panicked expression. He clears his throat, perplexed. “Umm… Are you alright there, girl? You’re looking a little pale.”

You do not even have the mental capacity to wonder why Park Jimin was miraculously early to his shift, nor why he seems genuinely worried for you. Rather, all you can do is wave him off and use what little time you have before the restaurant opens to steel yourself for hours of melodious torture.

“I’m fine, Park. You should get to work,” you grit out, wiping your sweaty palms on your uniform. Normally, Jimin would have teased you about the obvious wrinkles on your skirt.

“You’re not the boss of me,” Jimin huffs, always the contrarian. He thinks better of it, however, and softens his tone. “Are you feeling sick or something? You look like you just saw a ghost.”

You freeze, perhaps giving yourself away a little. “I’m fine,” you repeat.

“You know, if you refuse to elaborate, I’m going to have to retract your shower privileges,” Jimin taunts with a smirk.

You feel a migraine growing by your temple, making you wince. God, why must men be the source of all your problems?

“I’m just… a little annoyed by the busker outside the restaurant,” you eventually admit, trying to be vague. Unfortunately for you, Jimin hates beating around the bush and would never take your crap if he knows something is up.

Unable to withstand the weight of his unimpressed stare, you continue, “He was someone I used to know, that’s all.” You aren’t going to be any more specific than that, though you imagine Jimin gets the picture. You zip your lips, hoping to whoever is causing you pain that Jimin would somehow let the matter drop and leave you to your misery.

You brace yourself for his onslaught of questioning to come, and… it doesn’t happen. Instead, when you glance at Jimin, he is mysteriously stone faced. You wait for him to speak for what feels like a few minutes, but he doesn’t show any signs of wanting to tease or ridicule you. He simply watches you with a pensive expression. You can barely stop yourself from staring back at him, slack-jawed at his silence.

Of course, you aren’t just going to question your luck, or what little you have at least. So, you stay silent back and purse your lips uncomfortably.

Finally, Jimin seems to snap out of his strange reverie. He fixes you with a bizarrely sympathetic grin, patting you affectionately on the back. “I see… Well, if you ever need a drink tonight, head over to the bar for a little sip. I got you covered,” is all he says in response before sashaying away.

That was so fucking weird. You want to chase after him, perhaps beat the truth out of him. Jimin is nothing but a scheming dick, and you aren’t about to let him roam free with such sensitive information about yourself. Just as you’re about to stomp his ass (perhaps to relieve some of the building tension from your weary soul), your manager pops his head from his office door.

“Y/N! Make sure you’re logged into the booking system. There’s going to be a party of 20 coming in about an hour,” he reminds you, shooting you an apologetic look. You nod back with a sigh, swiping the booking tablet from the hostess desk and scrolling through the logs. Sure enough, it is going to be a busy night despite being a Monday evening. Perhaps a little busier than usual, in fact.

Whatever. You will use whatever distraction you can get, and perhaps the approaching noise from the restaurant patrons will be enough to drown out the sound of his voice.

You aren’t religious by any means, but you pray to whatever higher power exists that Jeon Jungkook doesn’t somehow decide to enter the restaurant. Stay outside, you plead. Outside the restaurant and your life, if possible.

Throughout the evening, you do your best to push aside the memories that threaten to resurface. You greet customers with a smile, lead them to their tables, and ensure their dining experience is pleasant despite the anxiety poisoning your insides. It's a routine you've perfected over time, a shield against the chaos of your emotions.

As the night wears on, you can feel Jimin's eyes on you from across the restaurant. You sneak glances back at him, and you blanch at his pitying gaze. If the restaurant had been slightly less crowded, you would have flipped him off.

He’s probably enjoying my suffering, you think darkly. Unwilling to give him the satisfaction, you straighten up and do your best to appear more unaffected. Just as you do so, you can hear Jungkook perfectly hitting a soulful high note.

“I’m so sorry for thinking I was strong,” you whisper to the universe. “Forgive me for my insolence.” You clench your fist in anguish, ignoring the confused looks from the customers in front of you.

By the time your shift comes to a close, you are completely and utterly drained. You feel like a snail that has been continuously salted over the past eight hours, and you cannot help but cheer in relief when the clock finally strikes two in the morning. You have to wait for the last few diners to make their leave, but otherwise you are ready to let your bed swallow you whole.

You stand by your hostess desk, leaning your head against it with a defeated sigh. Jungkook’s voice had died down only a few minutes ago, and you hope that by this point he has mercifully left the premises. You want to take a peek to make sure, but just as you’re about to make your way to the door, you feel a hand on your shoulder stop you in your tracks.

“‘Sup, bitch.” Jimin still has that weird, pitying gaze pointed at you, though his words don’t match it. “Are you okay to go home alone tonight? I can bring your dumb ass home if you want.”

You shove his hand away, ready to bite his head off when you think better of it. If Jimin drives you home, then that lowers the chances of seeing Jungkook down to pretty much zero.

“You know what? Thanks,” you grouse. Jimin smiles at you winningly, and the image of it brings a shiver down your spine. You hit him, creeped out. “Hey. Stop that, will you? You’re being really weird?”

Jimin scoffs, crossing his arms. “Me? Weird? At least I don’t look like a damn firework ready to explode just because my cringelord ex-boyfriend is singing sappy love songs outside—”

“Shut the fuck up,” you seethe, stomping on his foot. He yelps in pain and slaps your shoulder in retaliation.

“Ouch! Watch your ogre feet! My shoes are worth twice your monthly rent I’ll have you know,” he bristles. He breathes deeply, likely finding his inner calm (which you doubt exists). “But because I’m so nice, I’ll ignore your earlier transgression and blame it on your underdeveloped amygdala.”

You don’t know what’s more surprising: the fact that Jimin knew what an amygdala was or that he was forgiving you in the first place. “Whatever. Let’s finish closing up and then head out. I’m exhausted.”

#my wips #bts scenarios #bts fanfiction #bts imagines #bts x reader #jungkook scenarios #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook imagines #jungkook x reader #i gotta stop making jimin a gremlin in these LMAOOO #at the very least he isnt insane in his installment of this series #idk who i should write for next... maybe hoseok? its been a while since ive written for him (or written anything at all lol)#i need to stop making hoseok evil... new year new me #OK ANYWAY i'll post the entire thing soon-ish... yippeeeee

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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Working at a fast food place in a blizzard and all I want is some big yandere monster who has a tracker on my phone to notice and get worried for me and come immjdetaly to steal me from my work and tie me up saying he'll make sure I never have to work again cause he'll handle me

Sfw or nsfw

I liked this idea a lot, idk where the idea for a blizzard came from, but I like how you think ^_^'

Word Count: 2.5k

Monster (Rahl) x gn reader

W: sfw monster fluff, kidnapping, tying up

Rahl examined the tracking app he’d installed on his phone and let out a low growl. The little icon, a picture of you he’d stolen from your Instagram account placed you at the Popeye’s where you worked. Tracking you had become sort of an obsession of his, ever since he showed up there to order a family meal of fried chicken one afternoon.

You’d smiled at him when you asked for his order. That was the first thing that got his two hearts thumping. No one ever smiled at him. At eight feet tall and a mouth full of large, sharp teeth most people ran from him. He’d had the police called on him more times than he could count just for existing in public.

People were used to the pretty Fairyfolk, the fairies, the sirens, even the orcs were better received than him. He was large and thick, covered in white feathers, tipped in dark blue, and with massive sharp claws that generally put people off. The only thing remotely human about him was his deep blue face, that was partly hidden by a stray clump of feathers he could never get to sit right. He looked like a horror from a nightmare and maybe he was.

“Have a wonderful day and stay warm,” you’d chirped at him with a wink when you handed him his bag of food. The words falling from your plush lips were like heaven. Your small smile was like the sun rising. He wanted more. He needed more. His life was so lonely, but you were sweet and beautiful. You could be the companion he desperately craved.

That’s why he’d started following you. In that one small interaction you’d given him so much warmth and he was hooked. He’d placed a tracker on your car and watched you go about your daily business with rapt attention. He loved learning even the most mundane things about you. He knew your favorite coffee order, your favorite color, as well as a million other little details he’d gleaned from stalking you. He hated that you worked with the public. Your smile should be his alone. It would be his alone.

Glancing outside he found snow falling in a white sheet and growled. There was a blizzard coming and your boss had insisted that the day crew show up to work, despite there being no customers. No one was buying chicken in the middle of a blizzard.

The cold didn’t bother Rahl with his thick, downy undercoat, so it was no chore to make his way through the blinding white, using his phone’s GPS to guide him to you. When he reached the store, he suddenly felt nervous. He hadn’t come up with a plan. He stood outside of the small building for a moment collecting himself and trying to decide what to do.

Inside it was warm and dry. Since the manager hadn’t bothered to come in himself, of course, you and your coworkers were making it as comfortable as possible. You’d cranked up the heat and someone put the “CLOSED” sign up, just in case. You were all lounging in the booths playing with your phones, waiting for the shift to end, though none of you were sure how you were going to get home in the mess building outside.

“Maybe we should just go,” your coworker Amber said, “I mean, no one is going to notice if we aren’t here. If we stay too much longer we’re going to be trapped here.”

The rest of the crew nodded in agreement. $8.00 per hour wasn’t going to pay for a tow truck to get your cars back home and if you all left at once, your manager couldn’t fire all of you. He’d have no staff left. It was either leave while it was still possible or be trapped, probably overnight.

Outside, Rahl, hidden in white snow, was considering his strategy. He just needed an opportunity to get you alone. While he thought, he carefully tied the thick paracord he’d brought along with him into slipknots.

“You guys go, I’ll close up,” you said. As the most senior staff member and the only one with keys, you took it on your shoulders to carry burdens like this, even though you didn’t get paid any more for it.

Your coworkers gave you relieved smiles and hurried to grab their things and hustle home. Alone in the restaurant, you sighed while you shut off the fryer and the ovens, hoping you’d make it out before it became impossible to drive. The sound of the door opening and closing startled you, but you assumed it was one of your coworkers who’d forgotten something, so you went back to shutting the lights off without thinking.

Only, as your ears strained to hear the sound of the door opening and closing again as they left, you heard something different. Dull, heavy footsteps echoed through the empty building. THUNK. THUNK. THUNK.

A chill passed through you, but you assured yourself it was just the heavy steps of one of the guys stomping snow off of their non-slip shoes.

“Hey, Mick…that you? I’m about to lock the doors!”

Silence. You creeped past the food window into the dark dining room. The sun was completely blocked out by the snow, so it was pitch black.

“Mick?” you asked the darkness, your voice just a whimper.

You tried to shake the cold terror that was creeping up your spine away. Mick must have left and you just didn’t hear the door close. You squinted your eyes, trying to make out anything in the darkness, but you only saw shadowy shapes.

“You’re just freaking out over nothing,” you whispered to yourself.

You scrambled to lock the front door and then turned to head to the back and get your things, so you could go out of the back.

A moment later you let out a terrified screech as thick, clawed hands clamped down on your arms like a vice.

“Help! HELP!” you screamed, hoping one of your coworkers was nearby enough to hear you.

Whatever had you pulled you into its warm feathery chest and wasn’t letting go, no matter how you thrashed and howled for mercy.

“Sh. Sh. Sh. Don’t worry little mate,” a scratchy voice reminding you of dry stalks of wheat rubbing together told you, “I won’t hurt you.”

“LEMME GO!” you yelled even louder.

“Afraid I can't do that, little one,” he almost hissed, “I’ve chosen you.”

“Ch-chosen…me…?” you murmured, confused, your heart beating so fast you could hardly catch your breath to speak, “ch-chosen me for what?”

“You’re my lovely little mate,” he purred.

You’d heard that word before from other Fairyfolk you knew, but it never had much meaning to you…until now.

“I’m…I’m…not…” you gasped for air, hyperventilating from fear, “I’m n-not your m-mate!”

Suddenly you were being held aloft, tucked in the crook of the creature's arm, while the other wrapped tight bands around your wrists and pulled them taught. Then he did your ankles next, not tight enough to hurt you, but you were caught. If you’d been calm enough to notice, you’d have realized his feathers were very soft and he smelled like vanilla.

Happy that you were secured and weren’t going to swat at him, he pet you in the darkness, long claws just barely scraping through your hair.

“Calm down, little one, before you hurt yourself,” he pouted, “just breathe…In…out…in…out”

With nowhere else to go, pinned firmly in his grasp, you could only follow directions, forcing your breathing to match his words.

“That’s it,” he cooed with a smile hovering on his voice, “It’s all going to be okay now. I’ll take care of you…”

“T-take c-care of me? What’s that s-supposed to mean?” you mumbled, your breath slowly picking up. Your mind drummed up a hundred horrible scenarios.

He chuckled.

“I’m going to keep you safe and warm in my den,” he said as he made his way to the exit with large, heavy steps.

Once you were outside, you could see slightly better and you took in his face.

“I remember you…” you said, suddenly recognizing him, “you came into the store before…”

“I’m happy you remembered me,” he preened.

Around you snow fell in a thick white sheet, but the monster was like a living furnace. You were quite warm and cozy in his arms.

“Well you’re pretty memorable…What’s your name?” you asked, which made him even happier.

“Rahl,” he said cheerfully, navigating confidently through the rising wind.

As the blizzard started in earnest, you had to tuck your face into his chest to keep your nose from freezing. He cupped your head and body with his arm, protecting you from the driving snow. You had no idea where he was taking you, the snow falling too thick to make out any landmarks so you just squeezed your eyes shut and tried to force yourself to wake up from this dream.

This can’t be real. This can’t be real. You kept repeating the words to yourself, wishing they were true, but no matter how many times you said it, you could feel his downy feathers against your skin and hear his…two hearts(?)...In his chest. Finally after what felt like the longest walk of your life, the wind stopped blowing on you and everything was quiet.

“Wake up little mate,” he said in a sing-song voice, “we’re home!”

You lifted your eyes to look around the monster's den, only it wasn’t at all what you expected. No piles of bones on the floor or bits of skin curing on stretchers. It was actually…very nice. Everything was quite a bit bigger than what you were used to, but he had all the things a normal human would have…a television, a comfortable looking couch…even pictures hanging on the walls…of you.

“Have you been following me?” you squeaked rhetorically. It was obvious he had. The pictures of you were all candid shots taken from far away and images printed from your social media accounts.

Rahl answered anyway while he loosened the paracord bindings from your hands and ankles, tossing them on the coffee table. .

“I had to be sure you were safe,” he said, nestling you on the couch and wrapping you with a soft blanket like a little burrito, “sit here. I’ll start dinner.”

You blinked at his broad back as he made his way to the kitchen. His raspy voice floated back to you as he sang some popular song to himself while he cooked. Soon the room filled with the smell of cumin and cayenne pepper. It occurred to you that you could run, but there was a blizzard outside and you were only dressed in the t-shirt and pants that made up your work uniform. If you left the comfort of his home and walked blindly into the storm, it was likely you’d get lost and die of hypothermia before anyone would find you.

Rahl emerged with two big bowls of chili filled to the brim, carefully handing you one of them and a spoon. You looked down to see he’d made it just as you liked it, with a large hunk of cornbread off to the side and a dollop of sour cream on top.

“How did you know…” you asked, your voice dying in your throat. Rahl must have been stalking you closely to have picked up on such a random preference.

He stirred his chili and pulled a cheesy spoonful to his mouth, savoring it before he spoke.

“I know everything about you (Y/N),” he said, his bright blue eyes glinting in the soft light of his home, “I wanted everything to be perfect for you when you finally came home.”

You took a few more spoonfuls of the delicious chili before you responded.

“It’s really good,” you said, looking into your bowl…the chili was very convincing. The flavors were perfect with just enough spicy heat to warm you up without burning your tongue.

Shaking that away you leveled Rahl with your best no-nonsense glare.

“You can’t just kidnap me! It’s not right,” you informed him firmly, “I have a life!”

Rahl chortled and his long, blood red tongue swept out to lick chili off of the corner of his mouth, the gesture suddenly shooting tingles down your spine.

“And I can provide a better life,” he countered, “you never have to work at a fast food restaurant again, for one. And taking care of you makes me happy. I want to give you everything…and all I ask is your companionship.”

He set his bowl down and carefully extracted yours from your hands, placing it on the coffee table. Curling his big body over yours, he cupped your cheek in his hand. He marveled at how much smaller you were than him. A tiny little creature that needed his protection.

“You are a rare and beautiful soul, floating in a murky sea of mediocrity. I want to take you away from all that…create a world for you where you can thrive. I don’t expect you to fall in love me with just one bowl of chili, but if you just give me a chance, I can show you real happiness. The two of us, together.”

His words, in his husky voice, were so tempting. You’d been single for a long time, struggling to make ends meet. You slept in a walk-in closet you rented in a house meant for 3 that housed 8. Your car barely ran, you’d bought it from some guy on the internet who was just going to junk it if you hadn’t offered him a couple hundred dollars to take it off of his hands. You’d slept in it for two months after that before you could afford the walk-in closet. There were days where you didn’t eat at all or if you did it was stolen from the Popeye’s where you worked.

“But we hardly know each other,” you mumbled, trying to convince yourself he was lying, trying to trick you into a false sense of security.

His large hand drifted down your cheek, then gingerly along the delicate curve of your neck to your arm, finally resting on the hand folded on your lap, leaving the skin tingling in his wake. He pulled your small fingers to his lips, giving them a soft kiss. Your cheeks burned and you took in a sharp breath.

“Then let’s get to know each other,” he purred, pressing your palm to his cheek.

It was smooth, but firm and you were finally calm enough to scent the sweet fragrance of vanilla wafting up from his skin.

“Let's not be strangers anymore.”

You were suddenly aware of how close he was, a loose feather brushing your forehead. Your heartbeat kicked up, leaving you breathless. This close you couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was. His lips were full with a delicate curve forming his cupid’s bow and his eyes gleamed with an unnatural blue light, framed by fluffy white lashes. And he was just so BIG. He towered over you, his feathered shoulders taking up your whole field of view. How you hadn’t noticed him stalking you, you had no idea.

Your eyes instinctively dropped to his lips, so close you could feel the heat emanating from them. Bathed in his sweet, vanilla scent you found yourself tipping forward until your mouth just barely grazed his. You could hear each thud of your pounding heart in your ears. The two of you shared a breath for a moment, before his smooth lips pressed against yours in earnest.

A lot can be learned from a kiss. Rahl’s mouth moved over yours gently. He let you explore at your own pace, holding himself back from grabbing you and pressing you to him. He wanted you to feel comfortable with him. He never wanted you to feel frightened. It was incredibly difficult with your soft skin so close to his. He had to pull away before he was lost to his own passion, preening a bit when your head followed his for just a moment. You quickly caught yourself, sinking back into the couch, your cheeks on fire.

“Here, let’s eat before it gets cold,” he reminded you of the chili you’d completely forgotten about, setting the bowl in your slightly shaking hands, “do you want to watch a movie? I downloaded all of your favorites.”

You nodded weakly, willing your heartbeat to slow, as Rahl brought up a list of movies for you to pick from. You chose a horror movie you’d seen a thousand times and to Rahl’s delight, you snuggled up next to him, finishing your bowl. Suddenly you felt like a couple, like you’d known each other your whole lives. As far as Rahl was concerned this was a dream come true and he quickly abandoned the rest of his dinner to throw an arm around you, holding you close until you drifted off to sleep.

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*Sorry it took soo long! The big doc that I had all my plans on got corrupted and I had to re-do the plot of the last few chapters cause I couldn't remember what I'd originally thought was gonna happen!*

Summary: How many times does Vigilante need to get injured before Harcourt finally gives in and hires a medic to help out with the squad's injuries? Far too many times, that's how many.

When it's uncovered that a fancy hotel is linked to, not only what's left of the legion of butterflies, but also a string of weird deaths and missing persons reports, the only two for the job are lovesick Adrian and the newbie.

Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Gun Violence, Blood and Injury, Undercover as a Couple, Fluff, Idiots in Love, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Summer Vacation, Butterflies, Alien Invasion, Stitches, Weird Biology, Creep in a Bathroom, Aphrodisiacs, Date Rape Drug/Roofies, Drugging, Peeping, general weirdness, Human Experimentation, Eventual Smut, p in v, Human Farming

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Previous chapter: Raw

Y/N stayed awake all night. She couldn't sleep no matter how much she wanted to. The worry that Adrian would suddenly choke on his tongue or go into shock in his sleep was far too prevalent in her mind for it to shut off for a few hours. He seemed fine on the outside. As far as she could see, the aphrodisiacs were out of his system. They'd been fucked out. But, there was no way of knowing if there were any side effects that might be brought about. For all she knew, there could be an effect that wasn't visible until hours later and she needed to be alert for that.

Around 7 in the morning, he began to wake up. Y/N let out a sigh of relief as she watched him open his eyes and blink at her owlishly, a small frown marring his brows before it was replaced with a smile.

"Morning."

"Good morning," she replied in a whisper, smiling softly. "How are you feeling?"

"Much better." He shifted on top of her, causing her to raise a brow, and hummed in response before pressing a kiss on her shoulder. A mischievous look flashed across his beautiful emerald green eyes. "We had sex last night."

"Yep."

"Like, a lot of times."

"Uh-huh."

"And you enjoyed it?"

"I did. Did you?"

"That's an insane question to ask. Yes! Of course I fucking enjoyed it!" he barked playfully as he propped his chin up with his hand. An eyelash had fallen onto his cheek so Y/N gently brushed it away and his brain couldn't handle it. Adrian was closing the gap between their lips in a second flat, crashing his mouth onto hers in a passionate, desperate manner.

Would he ever find someone else who was so sweet to him? Someone who understood him so well? Someone who cared enough to take care of him despite his rough edges? Someone who wouldn't run scared after hearing a word he said, or look at him like he had gone completely crazy?

"When we get back to Evergreen, I'm going to challenge Harcourt to a duel."

"...What?"

"I'm challenging her to a duel and totally gonna win it," he continued, ignoring the incredulous look that crossed her features, "For you."

"Why?!"

A smile spread across his handsome face. "Yeah, she's the reason that we're not together in real life, right? Cause she's got this claim on you or whatever - " he began but was interrupted by Y/N laughing at him. Adrian blinked at her.

"Emilia is my sister," Y/N explained, not at all hiding her amusement about his completely misguided view on the siblings' relationship. "Technically half sister."

"SISTER?" He repeated, dumbfounded as he stared at her. "How long has that been a thing?"

"Um...since I was born. I guess."

HOLY FUCK! His mind was blown. This was vital information that nobody had told him. Did everyone else just assume he picked up on that? Or did they all band together and purposely not tell him so he'd look like an idiot when he asked?

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I assumed you were told."

All of his body weight suddenly was on top of her, pinning her beneath his body as he pressed a kiss directly on her jawline. "I fucking wasn't," he muttered gruffly in her ear as he nuzzled it affectionately, making her giggle, "I wish I'd known earlier because I would've put the moves on you so hard!"

"Yeah? What's your best move, huh?"

Honestly, Adrian didn't have any moves. None. He wasn't good with women. Other than his nana - RIP - and Dolores, he hadn't had many women in his life that actually liked him. Those two were elderly women that saw him as a child to be coddled than a 'man'. Men should have moves. He's a man to Y/N. Yeah, he could have moves if he tried.

"The only move I have is being so fucking surprised that you actually like me! You! A total babe from the hottest planet of absolute babes. Like me? That's literally insane!" he babbled as he kissed up her neck. His hands worked their way under her shirt, cupping one of her breasts as his tongue flicked against her sensitive skin. "If we ever get married and you want kids, I'll happily give you as many as you want. We'll have an entire litter of the little shits and they'll be so fucking cute because they'll have your genes. Or if you don't want kids, we could have cats. Or dogs. Or maybe a few ferrets. I think having a ferret would be cool."

Yeah, his move worked. There's nothing more attractive than earnestness. And the promise of commitment with a guy who you desperately want commitment with. Y/N was sold. She'd already been sold. She was sold the moment she'd met the guy - 'the idiot named Vigilante' - that she'd been told to patch up.

"Is it a good move?"

"I adore you. So much."

His expression turned so bashful as he gazed upon her, admiring the beauty in his eyes as he ran his fingertips lightly over her bare midriff. She bit her lip, her smile growing brighter as her fingers threaded through the strands of his hair, playing with them absentmindedly. "I'm in love with you," he blurted out, unable to stop himself.

"I know." She whispered in reply, smiling warmly up at him. Her heart was bursting with happiness as she looked up into his gorgeous green eyes, taking in his breathtakingly handsome face before leaning forward and capturing his mouth in a searing kiss. "I'm in love with you too, champ."

Adrian smiled against her lips, pure relief and joy flooding his veins as he kissed her back eagerly. This was the best day ever! Nothing could ruin it!

Their smooch came to an abrupt halt when Y/N yawned right up against him. "Sorry. I'm sorry. Just tired," she apologised, yawning once again when her sentence ended.

"You didn't sleep?"

"I was in a worry."

"About me?" Y/N nodded. "You were worried about me. Wow, thank you. Nobody has really done that for me since my Nana passed. Yeah, uh, thank you. Kinda makes me feel special, actually."

Slightly awkwardly, he chuckled after his admission - despite the fact he'd just professed his love for her - before giving her a peck on the tip of her nose. "Go back to sleep. We've still got an hour or so before breakfast and I'll do some gay bee reconnaissance while you're out so it looks like we're working really hard instead of all the fucking and sleeping that we actually do."

That was a good plan, one that Y/N was so prepared to carry out. She let Adrian peel himself out of their embrace so he could retrieve the remote controlled bee from its case but as soon as he was back with her, she was falling asleep with her head on his chest. At first, Adrian completely forgot that he was supposed to be spying and just watched Y/N sleep. He realised that he did that a lot. There was this giddiness inside his heart whenever she proved that she trusted him enough to go unconscious in his presence.

Maybe it wasn't as much as a big deal for her, but for Adrian, it was almost impossible for him to allow himself to become vulnerable with anyone else in the room. There was one mission before Y/N joined the squad where they had to share hotel rooms. Vigilante, as much as it excites him to be around Peacemaker, didn't trust the guy not to fuck with him or draw a dick on his head or anything like that, so he stayed awake the entire night to ensure Chris didn't pull anything.

For five, maybe ten minutes, he brushed his fingers through her hair and watched as she drifted further and further off with a content smile etched upon her face. She was snuggled close to him, arms wrapped securely around his waist and face buried within his chest. Just looking down at her made him unbelievably happy.

Then he remembered 'shit, I'm supposed to be spying right now' and got to that. Auggie's gay bee was buzzing out of their hotel room and further into the hotel in no time. At first, there wasn't anything that really stood out. Staff did their jobs. Other vacationers were awake and got to their breakfast buffet as it opened. Sparrow greeted each and every one of them with the smile that Adrian had come to hate. It was so forced. Obviously, there's a certain type of politeness that you need to have if you work in the service industry - and if you have to fake that, fair enough - but there was a smarmy-ness to Sparrow that accelerated any dislike Adrian had for the guy.

Just when Adrian was going to give up - nothing interesting at all had happened in the five minutes since he started and his attention was already falling off - Sam and Steve from next door ushered Sparrow into a quiet corner. "We have some good news," Sam began, her hushed voice barely covering her excitement.

Sparrow narrowed his eyes and glanced around to make eye contact with a nearby server, who nodded and hurried away to one of the staff areas. "Do tell," he urged, his hand making it to the small of Sam's back as he guided them further away from everyone else and out of the dining hall.

"All the massages and medication must've worked." Steve placed his palm on his wife's stomach. "Little O'Donnell has finally made an appearance."

Weird. Adrian had some idea that his pals - well, they were people who forcefully inserted themselves into most conversations the 'Bardot's' had without asking - were trying to have children. In fact, most of the couples, if not all that they'd spoken to, were in the process of attempting to conceive.

Guiding the O'Donnells through parts of the hotel Adrian had never gone down before, Sparrow congratulated the pair and asked so many follow up questions about the tot. Although, he didn't seem all that interested in the answers. He would say the question and then zone out for the entire time it was being answered, his head bobbing as if he was paying attention but his eyes making it very clear that he was disassociating.

The gay bee followed the trio further and further into the hotel - if he'd been watching when Y/N did reconnaissance yesterday, he would've noticed the familiar surroundings - until they entered a doctor's consulting room. Why was this down a random corridor in an alien hotel?

Sam and Steve were escorted inside and introduced to a doctor who called himself "Dr Yatz" who checked Sam's vitals, her blood pressure, took samples, and other various things that Adrian had no idea what the hell was happening. The guy seemed like he was a real doctor, but there was also something that seemed off about him.

Dr Yatz was an intense guy, Adrian decided. He was observant. It was like he was studying everyone around him to see if they knew shit that they didn't. And, he'd caught sight of the bee hovering and didn't even swat at it. He just glared at the little robot. Did he know?

Then, after to coming to the conclusion that, yes, Sam O'Donnell was experiencing symptoms of pregnancy, Dr Yatz pressed a button right next to the examination table to open a dumbwaiter on the other side of the room and Adrian knew that whatever was going to happen next wasn't going to be good.

He shook Y/N as fast as he could and through tired, half lidded eyes, saw as a beautiful blue rodent sized butterfly catapulted itself into Sam's throat and lodged itself inside her body. Sam spasmed for a few seconds, blood dripping from the corner of her lips, as her husband shrieked, then she fell into limp silence.

Y/N was awake in an instant. "What -!?" she exclaimed frantically, looking down at Sam's prone form.

Steve backed up into the nearest cabinet with wide, panicked eyes as Dr Yatz turned around swiftly. "Stay still," he said coldly, his tone low and intimidating as his eyes darted across Sam's features, assessing the situation.

"She's dying!" Steve yelled, panic laced in his words as he reached towards Sam.

"She's being reborn." Yatz's tone was firm, unwavering. His gaze snapped over to the bee and slapped it into the wall harshly. It hit the concrete floor with a dull thud and the video feed went out, static overtaking the display screen.

Back in the comfort of their hotel room, the duo were dumbfounded as they tried to make sense of what just happened. Sam was a butterfly now. Steve's fate was presumably the same. Dr Yatz was in the same building as them.

"I can figure this out," Y/N murmured breathlessly, more to herself than Adrian, as her hand came to rest upon the scar on the small of her back unconsciously. "Need to figure this out."

"Yeah, course you can, babe. You're, like, the smartest person I know."

“Let's get ready for breakfast. Other than fuck chocolate, you haven't eaten since yesterday lunchtime," she told him, whipping the duvet away from them and get up. They had to make an appearance at breakfast. That was obvious. Anyone who acted the slightest bit withdrawn or out of the ordinary was going to be scrutinised. "Gonna need our strength."

"I'm sure the fuck chocolate had some nutritional value."

"Well, I'm hungry so get outta bed cause I want food."

Within a second, he was out of bed and throwing his clothes on to do exactly as she said and make her happy. He made sure that he got her approval on his outfit before they left the room, then they were out the door and ready to exploit the all-you-can-eat breakfast at their disposal. Because, yeah, he was hungry. And if he was hungry, he had no idea how ravenous Y/N was. He had his stomach full of chocolate and his dick surrounded by pussy. He had truly been sated last night. Y/N, however, had been used and underfed and had only about 25 minutes of sleep and had been rudely awakened by the sight of an alien murder. If she thought it was best to get to breakfast, he was going to ensure they got breakfast.

"Fill your plate, baby. I literally going to have a mountain of waffles if Spencer over there hurries the fuck up," he joked as he placed a hand around Y/N's waist and tugged her close to his side while he grabbed two plates off of the buffet table with the other. As soon as he was done piling his plate high with eggs, sausage, pancakes, bacon, hash browns, French toast, sausages, and biscuits, they were sitting at their usual table and eying everyone as they walked in.

As expected, the O'Donnells didn't show. Presumably, they were dead and being used like puppets at this point.

For the rest of the day, Y/N tried to figure out what the hell was happening. Though they wanted nothing more than to lock themselves away in their room and get a conspiracy board going, they still had to pretend to be one of the regular vacationers.

Other than the obvious, the day itself had been rather uneventful.

Breakfast was normal. Lunch was. The daily affirmation session. The massages too. It was a lovely sunny day and guests were encouraged to hang out by the pool to soak in some vitamin D and indulge in some non-alcoholic beverages. The couple had to pretend that everything was swell and normal and they weren't freaking out.

As she was chatting to the other ladies, Y/N casually brought up pregnancy to them. She used the stereotypical 'now the wedding is done, onto kids' excuse and found out that every single woman she spoke to, was trying to have a baby. Every single one. Without fail. No matter if they already had a little one or this was their first go, they all had the goal of pregnancy. That had to be a piece of the puzzle.

With all this new information and the lack of sleep, Y/N was still exhausted. So, when she allowed herself to get out of the pool and join back up with her husband, Y/N was crawling onto the lounger and resting directly on top of Adrian, her back leaning against his front.

"Any news?"

"I think I might have some info. Tell you later."

Economos had packed Adrian a book for some reason. Just a normal Steven King book. He'd never even thought to look at it but he was bored and didn't want to get his hair wet so he sat under an umbrella and read a book. He looked like he'd been ripped directly from a travel agency advert with his khaki shorts, open Hawaiian shirt, ray bans on his forehead and his bikini clad wife sitting in the gap between his legs. He would've got his Nintendo Switch out but he'd forgotten to charge it and he had to entertain himself the old fashioned way.

They'd done a pretty good job at keeping their panic below the surface, although there were times where they both let a bit of fear slip into their voices while talking with each other. They were tense, that was for sure.

Adrian put his arm around Y/N to pull her in even closer, his nose burying into the crook of her neck as he read over her shoulder. He pressed a small kiss into her skin and smiled as he felt her relax a little.

"We're okay," he muttered softly, closing his eyes as he nuzzled his head closer to hers. "I'll kick anyone's ass who even looks at you funny. I'll get some Raid roach spray and just torch these motherfuckers. Burn this whole place down. Just say the word and I'll pop off, okay?"

She turned over to be chest to chest with him and ran the backs of her fingers along his jawline, smiling when he closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. "No popping off just yet. For now, we've gotta stick to the charade until we can meet up with the others in town," she sighed softly, pressing her lips to his ear as she said, "And then, we can burn this down together."

The promise of future violence caused Adrian to crack an eye open to shoot Y/N an amused grin. He leaned forward to capture her lips in a kiss that surely got some disapproving looks sent their way, but they ignored them completely in favour of continuing to explore each other's mouths for a little while longer.

Hey, they were horny newlyweds! It was appropriate. Who knows how much longer the mission would go on for? They'd have to indulge in the fantasy while they still could.

Y/N let her kisses trail along his cheek and down his neck as she whispered, "Is it weird that I think I'm going to miss it here? It's such a strange place but, I don't know, it's nice to just be you and me, to be married and have a perfect, like, by the book life. Don't you think?"

He hummed softly in agreement, his hands moving up her back to tangle in her curls at the base of her skull as he scratched idly at her scalp, causing her to moan and slump against his shoulder. "Yeah, I guess this feels right," he replied softly, his head resting on top of hers, "I feel at home whenever I'm with you so I think it's the person rather than the place that makes it feel better. But, yeah, being not married to you is going to kill me when we get back."

"You're a sap."

"You love it," he laughed as he reached around for the towel he knew Y/N had brought. As soon as his hand touched it, Adrian was delicately placing it over Y/N's lower half as if it were a blanket. It wasn't much coverage but it would stop Sparrow's wandering gaze and, hopefully, avoid anyone else checking out his wife's ass.

They chatted amongst themselves for a while longer, the sun beating down heavily upon the pool and bathing everyone within sight in its heavenly warmth. Their conversation was mainly surface level stuff. Some trivial things, random things, just simple things to fill their time without getting too deep into actual topics that would put a neon sign above their heads of 'hey, we're spies! please kill us, you alien bastards!'.

"Babe, it's that guy from...y'know," Adrian said, his eye catching sight of someone standing off to the side and watching all of the couples. "The doctor man."

Everything in her wanted to crane her neck back to get a glimpse of Dr Yatz in the flesh. He hadn't changed much. She'd only gotten a brief look at him on the gay bee feed before it cut out but he seemed exactly as she remembered him. An old, wrinkly man with a thick indiscriminate accent that he tried to hide with varying degrees of success.

No. He'd definitely recognise her face. And the injury she'd got because of him.

"Is my scar visible?" she asked, her voice barely audible since she hid her face in the gap between his neck and the lounger. He tugged the towel to fully conceal her scar from view without question. "He can't see me, can he?"

"Don't think so."

"Has he still got a limp?"

"Doesn't seem like it."

"That bastard."

Her voice sounded venomous. Even Y/N could hear it dripping off her tongue and coating the words that left her mouth. Her heart rate increased as her mind flashed back to the last time she saw him. The blood. The pain. The "leave her behind" that, thankfully, wasn't listened to.

"He's gone, babe," Adrian announced, reaching out and holding onto her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You okay?"

It took her a moment to compose herself enough to answer, "Of course. Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

Concern in every pore in his body, he frowned and tilted his head as he stared at her. His eyes scanned her face. She wasn't okay. That much he could tell. His thumb brushed the bottom edge of her bottom lip gently as he looked into her eyes. "Talk to me," he urged.

"When we get back to our room."

That answer seemed to satisfy him for now. He gave her a soft peck on her forehead and wrapped his arms around her again to snuggle into her as much as possible. They remained there until it became clear that everybody else was beginning to disperse and that was their cue.

Once they were back in their room, Y/N did a sweep with the IP scanner just in case the maid had added a sneaky camera whilst they were gone. What she was going to say was classified information that the butterflies might know - Yatz was working for them or one of them so they probably knew some details about his experiments - but there could've been parts of her side of the story that they had no idea about.

Then, when she confirmed that they were secure, she sat down on the bed and tried to gather her thoughts and gather her wits. Adrian, meanwhile, got to his knees between her legs and rested his forearms on her thighs, leaning forward slightly to stare at her intensely through those beautiful eyes of his, waiting patiently to see what was going to come out of her mouth next.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she cleared her throat. "Dr Yatz," she started slowly, taking a deep breath, "Was my last mission at the DEO so my brain is kinda struggling to deal with the fact that history is repeating itself. I mean, I guess it makes sense..."

A sigh fell past her lips. "Have you ever heard of Jack Ryder?"

"The host of that gameshow 'You Don't Know Jack!'?"

They made a TV show off a Jackbox game. No, it wasn't any good. It was a bunch of people who thought they were a lot funnier than they actually were and was an insufferable watch.

"Yeah, that guy."

"I remember that show. It fucking sucked," Adrian admitted, making her laugh at his bluntness

"Have you heard of The Creeper?"

Gotham has a bunch of freaks running around. Some good, like Batman. Some bad, like the Joker. Others are somewhere in between, like The Creeper. Adrian had heard about this anti-hero - he kept tabs on all the superpeople he possibly could because they're sick as fuck but he might need to know their weaknesses one day to kill them - and, honestly, he hadn't been convinced that The Creeper was real until now.

He'd seen images of the guy. Would you believe that a guy with yellowy green skin, red claws, and malachite spiked hair who went around in dirty tighty whities and a cape is real? In this world of metahumans and Batman villains, he should've assumed that this freak was really a thing that existed out there somewhere.

"Uh-huh."

"Well, they're the same guy. Jack got into a lot of debt and when Yatz offered him some money to be a test subject, he couldn't refuse," Y/N explained and waited for him to acknowledge that he understood before she carried on. "The doctor was working for the Joker at the time, primarily on his perfecting the formula on his Venom -"

"Like his laughing gas?"

"Exactly."

"So, is that like those vials in that examination room?"

Y/N tilted her head as she thought. The weird examination room that they'd seen both times of the bee's camera had a huge cupboard of different coloured liquid that were all named after emotions. After all, Joker's Venom was green and induced severe gleefulness. Maybe Yatz had branched out from laughing gas.

"When did you get so smart?" she cooed in awe as she cupped his cheeks with both of her hands. "Okay, yeah. So, he's created laughing gas and fuck gas now - oh shit - that's the fucking roofies in the affirmation session!"

Things were beginning to unravel in her mind and she needed to take control of them before anything got away from her, and she needed to do it quickly. Because there was one last piece of the puzzle to add to everything she was piecing together.

"They want us to fuck. Why do they want us to fuck?"

"Cause you're hot?" he suggested, knowing full well how stupid that was the second it came out of his mouth. "The camera in the gift basket? I don't know. I'm not good at this shit."

"You're doing so good. Throw some more ideas at me."

"Maybe they want authentic couple porn and get off at being voyeuristic creeps?"

Smiling, she tried to hide her laugh by biting her lip, which only furthered his desire to quit while he was ahead. He'd sniffed out one clue and maybe that was enough for the day. He let out a groan and let his forehead rest against her breast in defeat.

"Your boobs feel bigger," he stated matter of factly and pulled up his head to look at her in the eye. She laughed out loud this time, not even trying to restrain herself, then abruptly stopped.

That was it! Boobs! Other than being jiggly, there was one other common feature of breasts.

"Fucking breastfeeding! They're milking us like cows!”

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Lilac Moon: Chapter 3

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!Reader

Word Count: 7.4k+

Warnings: (specific to this chapter) alcohol use, a good amount of angst, some pretty fluffy fluff, lot’s of cursing (sorry, lol), an almost physical fight, mentions of past trauma, mentions of anxiety (future chapters WILL contain smut, so MINORS DNI)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

a/n: this story means a lot to me, & i hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as i love writing it. 🤍

with that being said, i just want to reiterate that this is a complete work of pure fiction, & this is not in any way meant to be reflective of real life.

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love you all so much!

-lis🤍

You stayed the whole night with Josh, wrapped up with him in the chill of the night. It was an accident; you hadn’t planned on staying at this house, sleeping in his arms in the serenity of his backyard. But he’s so comforting, so calming…you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want to be with him just like this for the rest of your days.

You’re falling for him, and you’re falling fast.

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The peace of the morning has settled in. You're awoken by the melodic sounds of the birds chirping their forenoon songs. The sun is just beginning its dawn, the dew ever present on the grass.

Your body slowly rises and falls with his, his breathing still indicating the patterns of a deep sleep. He’s so warm. His comforting scent penetrates your senses. His arms are wrapped snug around your body, keeping you safe and close to him. You wish this could last forever. You wish the rest of the world would go on, leaving the two of you alone in this bliss you have created together.

You finally start to come to a bit more, your mind wandering out of its dreamlike state. You stretch your stiff limbs, causing him to stir as he’s starting to wake up, too. Half asleep, he leans down to give a gentle kiss on top of your head.

“Mm, good morning. At least I think it’s morning, anyway.” His voice is deep and raspy, still sleep laden.

You suddenly come fully to your senses, realizing that you accidentally spent the entire night with him, sleeping under his pergola in the backyard. You quickly grab your phone to investigate the time.

6:18am

“Holy shit, oh my god. I’m so sorry, Josh. I can’t believe I fell asleep like that.”

You lift your body off of him, finding he’s almost reluctant to break the embrace, but does it anyway.

“Why would you be sorry? I don’t mind at all. It’s actually the most restful sleep I’ve gotten in a long while.”

“I just hate to be so intrusive. This is your home, I shouldn’t have stayed all night like that. That’s so rude of me. I’m so sor-” he cuts you off before you can apologize for a second time.

“Y/n, please.” He sits up on the couch to be eye level with you, smiling a toothy grin at your embarrassment that he finds adorable. His hair is in a fluffy mess from sleeping outside all night, but it’s wonderfully charming to you. “Don’t say sorry. I’m happy you stayed. It gets a little lonely here sometimes and you’re fantastic company.” He lifts your hand to give it a quick peck.

“Well, I guess this means I have to make you breakfast now, huh.” He gives you a sly wink, making you blush as you both break out in a set of sleepy giggles.

He leads you in the house. You’d only seen his home in artificial lighting since you came over so late, but now, you’re seeing it in the glow of the day. The rising sun has encapsulated the space in a warm golden tone showcasing the architectural detailing and his elegant decor. There’s one wall in the living room that is entirely made up of floor to ceiling windows with a view of the forest behind it. You’re in absolute awe as you take it all in.

You’re in desperate need of freshening up, so you ask him where the restroom is. He points down the long hallway, telling you it’s the second door on your right.

You take your time to splash some water on your face, use the small brush you keep in your purse to fix your hair a little, and you’re thanking your lucky stars that you always carry around a travel sized toothbrush and toothpaste set.

Once you feel a little more presentable, you head back to the kitchen to find Josh rummaging through his fridge and cabinets for ingredients to make breakfast.

“What can I help you with?”

“Uh, absolutely nothing. You’re my guest and you will be treated as such. I am but your humble servant.” He bows to you, then walks over to the first seat at the island and pulls it out for you. “Your throne awaits, my dear.”

“If you insist, good sir.” You can’t even begin to hide the smile taking over your face.

“Sir, huh? Kinda like the sound of that.” he says with a sly wink as you both laugh.

Any other time you’ve stayed at a man’s house, it usually involves sex that is less than pleasurable for you, and the mornings consist of them practically shoving you out of the front door. (if they even let you stay that long)

But with Josh, it’s completely different. He didn’t need sex from you last night. He was perfectly content with just being with you, being in your presence. Completely okay with just a kiss, the most beautiful kiss you’ve ever shared with anyone. A kiss that happened when you were in the depths of explaining the most vulnerable parts of yourself that he wanted to know about. And not only that, he wants to cook for you this morning.

What is happening?

You’re watching intently as Josh gathers his ingredients for what appears to be quite the meal he has planned.

“So what are you making me?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” he says with a smirk.

“Oh no. You’re not going to poison me, are you?”

He huffs out a laugh. “ Of course not. Unless you’re allergic to blackberries.” He puts some blackberries in a pot on the stove, stirring in a mixture of lemon juice, vanilla and water. “I’m making a blackberry compote to go on top of our french toast.”

“Oh! That sounds amazing, Josh!”

“Well, don’t give me too much credit. It’s a Jacob specialty. He’s a far better cook than I. But don’t ever tell him I said that. Wouldn’t want it going to his head.”

He lets the compote come to a boil before meticulously mixing in a little cornstarch.

“Jakes a cook?”

“Oh absolutely. He’s been cooking for the better part of our lives now. And I don’t mean he makes some measly pasta dish with premade sauce in a jar from the store, he is up to par with the professionals. I love all things culinary, but I don’t hold a candle to him.”

He continues stirring his concoction until it’s thick enough to his liking. He puts a little on a spoon, blowing on it until you can no longer see steam. He walks over to you and gently holds the spoon up to your mouth.

“Here, tell me what you think.”

You look in his eyes while you taste it, this moment feeling awfully romantic.

“It’s perfect.”

“Really? You think so?”

“Yes, I do! Josh, are you sure you don’t need my help? You’re doing too much, I feel bad just watching you slave away.”

He walks back over to the stove to begin preparing the toast.

“Like I said, you’re my guest. I don’t get to do this often, so let me spoil you, okay?”

You nod and smile in agreement while you watch him finish the toast. He decorates your plates to near perfection, taking his time to drizzle the blackberry compote on top of the toast in a certain design. He tops it off with a little powdered sugar before setting your plate in front of you.

“Ladies first.” he says, signaling you to take the first bite. He watches you closely as you do so, anxiously awaiting your reaction.

“Well? How is it?”

“My compliments to the chef. Or should I say, the far less cuisine-talented Kiszka twin.” He covers his face in an attempt to conceal his laughter. “No seriously. This is incredible. Thank you for doing this. You really didn’t have to.”

“I know, but I wanted to. I don’t get to have people over here often, in fact I don’t even get to be here as much as I’d like, so this is nice.”

You both finish your breakfast, talking about anything and everything that graces the forefront of your minds. You talk a little about the tour and he offers some life-on-the-road advice to you, you talk some more about music and the future for both of your bands, things of that nature.

“Just so you know, I’ve been down the rabbit hole that is Lilac Moon.”

“Oh? How so?”

“Been listening to your music, watching your videos…I know I’ve already said this, but you’re pretty fantastic. Your stage presence is outstanding, y/n. I can’t wait to see what you’ll do in an arena. Lilac Moon truly deserves to be on a bigger stage.”

“Well, thank you. It’s going to be a change of scenery, that’s for sure.”

As much as you feel your music is going nowhere, that’s not entirely true. Your band has roughly 60,000 monthly listeners on Spotify, which is pretty damn good for a group that rarely leaves its home state. You’ve also been featured on NPR Music's YouTube channel for a Tiny Desk concert. That’s no small feat. The bands’ Instagram page has nearly 80,000 followers, with your own personal page reaching close to 30,000. You’ve been able to do multiple professional live recordings for various radio stations, even have two music videos out for your original songs. The recording of your first EP, self funded, of course, was a pivotal moment. It garnered a lot of attention from people, and its success allowed for a second one to be recorded and released within just a few months. Things aren’t quite as stagnant as you feel they are, it's Jay that has made you believe that it’s not enough. He’s convinced you that fame is all that matters, and you’ve allowed yourself to believe it. You know that’s not true. Those things don’t matter. The music matters the most, and that’s your true love. You’re finding that you’re starting to fall in love with that aspect of it all again.

“I uh, also happened to stumble upon a cover you all did at a few shows. A little number called Safari Song, I believe? Can't seem to remember who does that one…hmm..” he giggles at the blush creeping on your face.

Lilac Moon has performed that song countless times in front of audiences. Obviously a crowd favorite.

“Gee, I can’t remember who does that one either.” you say to him with a wink.

“I have to admit, I’m incredibly nervous, Josh. I mean, what if they don’t like us? I doubt many of them know us…I just…I don’t handle criticism well…I know that’s something I have to fix if I want to continue any kind of career in this field. I’m just nervous. This is the biggest thing to ever happen to us…I’m terrified they’ll hate us.”

“Ah, I remember those feelings quite well. It can be frightening, I know. But I can promise you this: they’re going to love you. I know our fans. They’re some of the most accepting, loving people. They feel it from us, and they reciprocate it. Just go out there with love, and they’ll love you right back. Love is the key.”

He pats the top of your head in a silly, loving way to reassure you a little extra.

“But you should know this already, I mean you are one of them, after all.” he says with a wink. “Just how big of a fan are you, anyways? Just out of curiosity. I hope you’re not a crazed, stalker type. If you are, well, you’ve done a good job of it because you’re in my house.” he says with a boisterous laugh.

“Well, I went to as many shows as I could back in the day. Got a few guitar picks, a drum stick. You even handed me a rose one time.”

“What? You know…” he stops to ponder in thought a bit. “Yeah…yes! I remember you! Oh my God, how could I have forgotten this. You and Ivy! I remember seeing you at tons of shows, and I remember handing you the rose.” He taps his fingers on his chin while he thinks. “St. Louis. Ballpark Village in 2017. You were wearing the most lovely purple dress with these huge sleeves that were just beautiful…and you had the most wonderful flowers in your hair. That’s why I wanted to give you the rose, because of your flowers. Such a lovely sight.”

You’re left in complete shock. His memory is serving him right, because that’s exactly what you were wearing.

“I can’t believe you remembered all of that. That’s just…how on earth do you still remember that? It’s been so many years, and you’ve done thousands of shows since then..”

“You just spoke to me, I guess. You were so sweet, so gentle in the mix of people who were screaming at the top of their lungs. You just radiated this energy that I didn’t feel from anyone else in the crowd. You were there for the music, for the peace it brought you, I could tell.”

You’re struck aghast at hearing this from him, because he’s absolutely right. You always felt a sort of peace at their shows. They felt eerily intimate to you, and you can’t believe he picked up on that from the crowds of people that surrounded you.

“Wow, Josh. I’m just astounded. I never knew you noticed me, let alone remembered me.”

“Look at you, y/n! I’d be crazy to not remember the likes of you, sweet girl. Like I said last night, the universe is mysterious. It wanted our paths to cross again, and now look what’s come of it? It’s a wonderful thing.”

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You’ve been so lost in conversation that you don’t even realize three hours have gone by.

You start to help Josh clean up in the kitchen when you hear his phone going off.

“Shit. Hold on, I have to get that.”

He answers it, opting to put it on speaker. You’re taken aback by this. This man really has nothing to hide, and nothing to hide from you. It’s a sweet, seemingly insignificant gesture that makes you smile to yourself.

“Where the fuck are you?” You recognize Jake's voice instantly, and he’s not thrilled.

“Oh fuck, man. I totally forgot. What time was I supposed to be there?”

“You were supposed to be here over an hour ago to get hair and makeup done, Josh. The shoot starts in 30 minutes. You better get your ass over here now.” You hear Sammy’s unmistakable laughter in the background, clearly mocking his older brother's irresponsibility.

“Tell Sam to shut the fuck up. I’m on my way.”

You hear the call disconnect from the other end.

“I’m so sorry, Josh. This is all my fault.”

“No, don’t be. It’s just a silly magazine. They want us pretty damn bad for this next cover, so they aren’t going anywhere.”

You help him get the last few things tidied up in the kitchen before grabbing your stuff to head out the door with him. He walks you to your car, opening your door for you but stops you before you get in.

“Can we- can we do this again sometime? I know we’ve both got busy schedules with everything coming up. But I really, really enjoyed talking to you. I’m sorry if I got a little carried away last night. I just couldn’t help myself and-” you’re not sure where or how you got this sudden courage, but you grabbed him lightly by his shirt and brought him to your lips in a sweet, longing kiss to cut off his apology. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, bringing you even closer to him.

“Don’t be sorry.” you whisper as you move away slightly from his lips. “I would love to do this again. Soon, I hope?”

“Yes, very soon. Every night if we can.”

You meet each other in another kiss but it’s cut short as Josh’s phone is going off yet again, presumably Jake.

“I really hate to, but I have to go. Text me, okay?”

“I will.” you say as you sit in the driver's seat of your car.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Bye, y/n.”

He smiles as he shuts your car door. You watch him walk to his jeep. He looks wonderful in the sun, effortlessly stunning. The butterflies in your stomach are in a fluttering mass. You’re not sure what any of this means or where it could possibly be going, but you’re welcoming all of it with open arms.

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Your mind is racing on your drive home. In fact, you decide to take the long way to your apartment to give yourself some space for deep thought. You love to take long drives to just let yourself think, to let yourself be.

You decide to skip going home right away, opting to drive yourself to Ivy’s to see if she’s home. You have to talk to someone, and who better than your very best friend.

You breathe a heavy sigh of relief when you pull up to her complex to see her car in her usual parking spot.

It’s not out of the ordinary for the two of you to show up to each other’s places unannounced. You even have a key to her apartment, and she owns one to yours as well.

You lived together briefly upon moving to Nashville, that is until Jay came into the picture. He moved in with you and essentially forced Ivy out. She didn’t take it well, and you can’t blame her one bit. He always said it was for ‘privacy.’ You hated that you let him do that. You hated that he tried to put a wedge between you and Ivy. It left a dent in your friendship for a while, and as much as she says she forgives you and doesn't place the blame on you, you can’t help but feel shameful for letting him run your life the way he did. Despite all of it, it somehow made you and Ivy stronger in the end. Your friendship has stood the tests of time and tribulation.

You make it up the steps to the second floor of the complex and let yourself in the front door of her apartment. It’s still early, so you have no doubt she’s still asleep.

As you walk inside, your theory is confirmed when you see her sprawled out on the couch in a deep sleep. You giggle a bit as she has always been notorious for falling asleep on the couch almost every night.

You sit down next to her and try to wake her up without scaring the shit out of her. She’s also notorious for getting a bit aggressive when she’s startled awake.

“Ivy…wake up. It’s me. We have to talk, like now.” you say in a hushed tone.

She starts to wake up a bit, tossing around to grab her phone that's buried in the cushions.

“What the hell are you doing here so early? Why are you even up?”

“I wasn’t at home last night..”

“Wha-what?” She's more awake now, sitting up in a better position to talk.

“What do you mean? Where were you? I literally dropped you off after practice.”

“Well, I was home for a bit. Then I got a text from Josh…”

Her eyes are now fully open and displaying shock as she’s scanning your face, desperate to hear the rest of your tale.

“Wait, what? What did he say? Did you hangout with him?”

“Yeah, I mean I don’t think that was his initial intention. He just wanted to apologize for being so sappy at the restaurant yesterday. He said some beautiful things, Ive. That’s why I was about to cry.”

She nods her head as if to signal you to keep going.

“Well, then he asked about Jay and why he’s such a prick. I told him it was a long story. One thing led to another, and he asked me to come over to have some wine and talk. So, I did.”

She has the biggest smile on her face, her eyes squinted almost entirely from her grin.

“And you stayed? All night? Holy shit, y/n. You slept with Josh. You slept with Joshua fucking Kisz-” you interupt her with an obnoxious laugh at her ridiculous assumption.

“Ivy! We did NOT sleep together. I mean, we slept together, but we didn’t fuck. Jesus, get your mind out of the gutter.” You playfully slap her arm. “We did kiss, though…and I told him about my dad. I don’t know what happened, it just..did. It happened so quickly. I felt so safe with him.”

“You kissed him? Y/n, oh my God. Tell me everything. Who initiated?”

“I told him a little about my experience with my mom…and you know me, you know I don’t talk about these things. I told him about how my dad instilled in me this passion for music that I have. I started to cry, and he said he wanted to kiss me…and I told him to do it..”

“That’s…that’s amazing, y/n.”

“And he listened to me, Ivy. He actually listened to me. He was so..intentional. I felt so heard. I think that’s why I fell asleep with him. It just…it felt nice, you know? Maybe I’m overthinking everything…and odds are this doesn’t mean anything. But it just felt really…nice.”

Ivy leans in and wraps you in a hug. She knows all too well of the struggles you’ve faced, and she knows how hard it is for you to talk about it all. The two of you share a bond together that no one else will ever be able to fully comprehend. She’s also been through her fair share of traumas, so the two of you understand one another in a way that is different from other relationships in your lives.

“Okay so..is there anything else I need to know?”

“He cooked me breakfast this morning.”

“What the fuck. This man isn’t real. There’s no way. It’s too good to be true.”

You both laugh at this, and you halfway agree with her.

“If I wasn’t there, I don’t think I’d believe it myself. You know my track record with men is absolute shit. I mean I even apologized for staying all night, and he practically thanked me for staying. Said he gets lonely. And he wouldn’t even let me help him with breakfast. It was so sweet.”

“What did he make you, anyway?”

“The most incredible french toast I’ve ever had. He told me it’s Jake's recipe. Apparently Jake is some high-end chef. Isn’t that amazing?”

Ivy perked right up at that.

“So, since you’re all chummy with Josh, can you set me up with his outrageously sexy, guitar-god of a twin?”

You both burst out in a fit of giggles.

“You are absolutely ridiculous.”

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You’ve spent the entire day with Ivy. Relaxing, watching your favorite tv shows, eating snacks. You’ve been so busy with Lilac Moon lately that it’s been hard to find time to just rest, so you’re grateful for the opportunity that arose today.

You held off from texting Josh at the risk of seeming too eager, but you were starting to feel guilty that your promise fell through. You decide that it’s probably okay to text him, given it’s been several hours since you saw him so you shouldn’t look that desperate.

You: How did the photoshoot go? Jake didn’t kill you for being late, did he?

Josh: Unfortunately, he did just that. I am speaking to you from the grave. ;)

You’re surprised by the almost instant reply.

You: Oh! What a shame. I was really starting to like you. :(

You: I really am sorry I made you so late!

Josh: Not your fault, sweet girl! Jacob gets agitated quite easily but it’s nothing to bat an eye at. All was well, as I knew it would be! What are you doing on this fine evening?

Ivy catches you smiling at your phone.

“You look an awful lot like you’re talking to a gorgeous rockstar over there.”

“And what if I am? You’re jealous, huh.” you say with a smirk.

“Shut the hell up, y/n.”

You return to responding to Josh when suddenly your phone starts ringing with an incoming call. To your disgust, it’s Jay. Him calling this late can only mean one thing, a last minute gig at a shitty bar.

You turn your screen to show Ivy, to which she responds with a heavy eye roll.

“Hello, Jay.”

“Are you with Ivy?”

“Yes, why?”

“Be at The Basement in 45 minutes. Juliens on his way with the equipment. We’re on at 9.”

“Are you fucking kidding me-” he hangs up before you can argue.

You look at Ivy who’s got annoyance written all over her face.

“Well that’s just fucking great.”

“Please, y/n, don’t tell me we’re playing where I think we’re playing..”

Ivy puts her face in her hands, knowing exactly what your response will be.

“Yep. The Basement. The fucking Basement. I don’t know how many times we have to tell Jay that we hate this fucking place.”

The Basement in south Nashville is quite literally your least favorite place to play. It’s such a small bar that gets crowded quickly, it’s gross and always smells like regurgitated alcohol, and the sound system is absolute shit. Also, this place never fails to attract the nastiest, most disrespectful men that yell the most horrendous things at you and Ivy.

“How much time do we have to get ready?”

“He wants us there in 45 minutes.”

“That gives us..” she looks at her phone to confirm the time “..20 fucking minutes to get ready. Why does he wait until the last minute to plan these things!”

The Basement also conveniently doesn’t house any dressing rooms for you to get ready in, and you’re sure as hell not getting ready in the bathrooms that don’t appear to have ever been cleaned properly, so you have to hurry and get ready here.

Ivy runs to her closet to grab some outfits for the two of you while you rush to her bathroom to get out all of her makeup. You start quickly putting on your face when you realize you hadn’t responded to Josh yet. You really didn’t want to leave him hanging.

You: Well, looks like we’re booked for a last minute gig at my least favorite bar, thanks to none other than Jay.

Josh: Where would said gig happen to be?

You: The Basement. And he’s only giving us 20 minutes to be ready and get there for a soundcheck. I can tell you know, it’ll sound like shit.

Josh: I’m coming. What time is your set?

You: We’re on at 9. You really don’t need to come. This place is a dump and it’s way too overcrowded. People will probably maul you once they figure out you’re there. It’s not safe.

Josh: That’s what our security is for. :) I’ll be there. Daniel and Jake will also be in attendance. I think they love your music almost as much as I do. :)

The thought of him coming to a risky place just to see your band perform has you feeling so warm inside. You can’t explain it, but you feel safer already at the thought of him being there.

You finish your makeup in record time. Ivy barges in with an outfit for you. A pair of black velvet bell bottoms and a strapless sage green corset top donned with flowers. It’ll do. Ivy’s wearing a mini skirt the same shade of green and a black crop top with sequins.

You get dressed as Ivy rushes to finish her makeup.

“How much time, y/n?”

“We need to be in the car in 3 minutes.”

“Shit. You’re driving, then. I’ll just finish this in the car.”

You both sprint down the stairs of the complex to your car, tripping over your bell bottoms with each step.

“You just had to give me the fucking bell bottoms? I should get to wear that skirt! My legs are shorter than yours!”

“Well my ass looks bad in them, so yes! Get over it!”

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You finally made it. The drive here was brutal, but you made it right on time.

You head in for the soundcheck. You’re groaning at the thought of playing here again. The stage is so small that the four of you on there together are practically on top of one another. There’s hardly enough room for your equipment, but Julien is the best at making it all fit.

Joe is here and talking to the owners of the bar, probably negotiating a form of payment. These places never pay much. Stingy asses.

You quickly run through a few songs before the doors open for people to start coming in. You sound mediocre at best. This place has the absolute worst sound.

8:31 pm

There’s only about 10 minutes until doors, so you and Ivy decide to grab a drink from the bar to calm your collective nerves.

“So, Josh is coming tonight, with Danny and Jake. He insisted on it.”

She takes a sip of her angry orchard.

“Isn’t this place a little dangerous for them? Like won’t people freak out over them?”

“I literally thought the same thing, but Josh said they’re bringing security with them so it would be fine. I told him they didn’t need to come, but he sounded like they really wanted to. Said they loved our music.”

You’re suddenly startled by Jay yelling at you from backstage.

“Y/n! Ivy! What the fuck are you doing? Get back here! It’s almost time!”

You both roll your eyes simultaneously at his rude behavior and head back to join him and Julien. You decide to tell Julien about your guests attending tonight's show.

“Guess what, Julie? Josh, Danny and Jake will be here tonight!”

“Uh oh, guess that means we better be on our best behavior!” he says with a playful nudge at your shoulder.

“Why the fuck do they need to be here? Do they think they need to come see us to make sure we’re actually good enough for them?”

You’re not surprised by his nasty attitude towards it, in fact you were expecting it. He’s already a few drinks in, not much of a shock.

“They just wanted to see the show, Jay. They like our music. I don’t know what the big deal is.”

Jay scoffs obnoxiously. “That’s a load of bullshit. They don’t give fuck. They just want to make sure we actually fit their standards. I know how the business works. We’re just the openers, y/n. They couldn’t care less about us and you’re better off to realize that, too.”

“Why do you have to have such a shit attitude about it? Not once have you shown an ounce of gratitude for this opportunity. You’re being an asshole about it. You were so fucking rude at the meeting. It was embarrassing.”

“I was the embarrassing one, y/n? Hm. See, how I remember it is you were flirting up a fucking storm with the miniature lead singer. Everyone noticed. Seems like you’re trying to make it good with him, get yourself a step ahead of all of us. He’s your ticket to fame, isn’t he?”

Now you’re pissed.

“You’re just mad that I don’t want to be with your sorry ass anymore. You can’t handle when another man gives me attention, can you? Sounds like you’re pretty fucking jealous to me.”

“You’re just using him, y/n. You don’t want him. And there’s no way he’d want a nobody like you. It’s pathetic. You’re just fulfilling some stupid fantasy of yours, huh?”

“Fuck you, Jay.”

You storm off towards the stage. Ivy follows close behind, about to bite a hole in her tongue to keep from making things worse.

“It must suck to be so fucking miserable all the time. It’d be great if you’d get over yourself for once.” Julien says before he follows your lead to head on stage.

For the first time in a long while, you and Ivy aren’t the last ones making it to the stage.

8:59 pm

People are piling in fast. You hit the stage to a loud collection of cheers. You scan the audience quickly, seeing your distinguished guests towards the back of the bar surrounded by a slew of security guards. The anger you were feeling has instantly melted away at the site of Josh and his toothy smile. His energy instantaneously makes you feel lighter.

9:01 pm

You tap the mic a few times to ensure it’s working. You take a deep breath.

“Good evening! How are we all doing tonight?”

The crowd is exceptionally loud tonight, and you’re starting to feel better about the whole situation.

You look around to your bandmates to signal you’re ready, when you notice the absence of your high strung guitarist.

You look back to Julien with silent question, to which he responds with wide eyes and a shrug of his shoulders.

You decide to buy a little time by doing your usual warming-up-the-crowd antics.

“We’re Lilac Moon, in case you’re new here.” You start nervously adjusting the mic stand, an anxious fidget of yours. “If you like what you hear, don’t be afraid to tip us. If you don’t like what you hear, still tip us and we’ll be sure to use it for lessons.” Julien punctuates your cheesy joke with a *ba dum tss* of his kit.

That one gets them everytime, so you’re not surprised to hear a lot of laughter from the crowd.

9:07 pm

You look to your left, still no Jay.

Shit.

“Lots of lovely faces out here tonight. It’s a shame you’re stuck looking at ours.” Another *ba dum tss* from Julien and plenty of laughs from the crowd.

9:10 pm

Still no Jay. You’re starting to panic. Julien senses it and decides to head backstage in search of him.

You and Ivy do your best to buy more time, but people are getting antsy. You periodically look to Josh to see his face filled with worry.

9:14 pm

Finally, just as you were about to head backstage yourself, here comes Julien with a clearly disordered Jay.

Great. He’s fucking wasted.

You’re nervous for what could happen, but the show must go on.

“You all ready?” you say as Ivy taps a few notes on her bass and Jay strums a chord on his guitar.

The crowd cheers, and you begin.

The first several songs go as well as you could’ve hoped. The crowd is really into it tonight. You’re trying not to keep your eyes set on Josh the whole time, but it’s proving to be quite difficult. He looks so enthralled, and you notice that he’s even singing along to some of your songs. It’s surreal, to say the least. He even blows you a few kisses, causing you to become flustered.

9:53 pm

The next song is your newest piece, Alone Again, the one that requires you to play some rhythm guitar with Jay. You go to grab your instrument, feeling slightly less anxious than the other night for its debut and your first time playing on stage.

You make your speech about playing guitar, finding the opportunity to say once again “if it sounds like shit, just blame Jay” only this time, he doesn’t appear to be too pleased with your quip. He stares at you with an empty, angry glare as he steps closer to his mic.

What is he about to do..

“No, no. If it sounds like shit, blame her. She’s the one who wrote this song. Oh, should I mention she wrote it about me? You know, we were in the ‘throes of love.’” he uses air quotes, making his sarcasm apparent, “but all love stories must end, isn’t that right, y/n? I bet your new fling didn’t know this little number was about me, did he?” He looks towards Josh. “Did you know that? That she wrote this about me?” He’s slurring and stumbling all over his words, clearly very drunk as the alcohol has had more time to settle. Luckily, no one in the audience seems to register that he’s trying to point out someone in the crowd. But their security is wrapped tightly around them, just in case.

You’re speechless. You’re embarrassed. You're not even sure how to go about beginning the song now, but thankfully, Julien taps his snare a few times, and the song finally begins.

The last time you performed this song, you were full of emotions that forced you to become somewhat vulnerable on stage. This time, the only emotion you feel is anger. Pure, unfiltered anger. You’re nearly screaming the lyrics. Your strumming is intense. You’re just ready to get it over with.

Despite it all, the audience loves it. Their cheers make it apparent that they’ve mostly forgotten about the awkward intro to the track.

Thankfully, Jay keeps his mouth shut for the rest of the set, and everything ends rather smoothly.

10:26 pm

“Thank you all so much! We hope to see you again soon!” you say as you blow a kiss and wave to the audience, getting tons of kisses and waves right back as they cheer.

Once you’re all backstage, Joe takes Jay aside and corners him.

“What the hell was that about, huh? You trying to make yourself look like a damn fool? ‘Cause you’re doing a great job at it, bud!”

Your adrenaline from being on stage has quickly left and anger is seeping in your blood once again.

You walk over to Joe and push him aside.

“What the fuck, Jay? You’re going to make us look like a fucking joke. You’re a piece of shit, you know that?”

He starts screaming at you. You’re not even able to make out what he’s saying. A lot of ‘bitch’ and ‘fuck you’s’ being thrown around is all you can manage to understand.

“What the FUCK is your problem?” Danny yells loud enough that it startles him and cuts him off. “I’ll be God damned if I let you speak to her like that any longer.” Just as he says that, Jay lifts his fist, ready to land on Danny.

“Oh I don’t fucking think so.” Before he can swing, Danny grabs him and locks his arms behind his back.

Jay is trying to release himself from his grasp, but the drummer is far too strong for him and his drunken, belligerent state.

Josh and Jake are close behind, running up to you to be sure you’re okay.

“Y/n, you and Ivy come with us. You don’t need to be in his company any longer.” Josh says as he grabs your hand to pull you away, glaring at Jay.

“You know you’re nothing to her! She only wants you ‘cause you’re famous! She doesn’t give a fuck about you or anyone else!” he screams as Danny, Joe and Julien take him outside to the back of the venue to cool him off.

“Get fucked, you piece of shit!” Josh yells back in a deep, angry tone, one you didn’t think was possible from him.

That…was fucking hot.

You’re mortified. He demeaned you in front of the audience, but worst of all, he tried to start a physical fight with a member of the band that’s helping you further your career. Embarrassment doesn’t even cover it.

“I am…I’m so sorry about all of this. We were fighting before the show and I guess he took it upon himself to get absolutely trashed.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, y/n. You guys shouldn’t have to put up with this bullshit.” Jake says.

“Josh, please don’t believe anything he says. He’s completely out of it, I don’t even think he realizes he lost his shit on stage. He’s an asshole, but he takes his music very seriously. That’s not like him to do that, I swear.”

“I have no reason to believe a word out of his mouth, y/n. And you need to stop justifying his behavior. There’s no reason for him to act that way. But I do want to know something…” you look to him to let him know he can continue his thought, “Did you really write that song? About him? It’s a wonderful, beautiful song. But, the lyrics. How could you still feel that way about him?”

“Yes, I did. I wrote it the day I broke things off.” You’ve thought the same things. How could you possibly waste your energy on a song about him? “I guess I didn’t write it about him so much as I wrote it about who I thought he was. I, I don’t know. I thought he was different, Josh. I was naive. I don’t feel those things..and to be honest, I’m not sure I ever did. I think I liked the idea of being with him more than anything. There wasn’t any real love there. It felt so empty.”

Jake and Ivy take it upon themselves to leave, to give you two some space.

“You are worlds better than him. Universes, even. He doesn’t deserve to share space with you.”

“I wish he wasn’t in this band. I wish things were different. I wish we could just kick him out and find someone else, it’s just not that easy. None of us can stand being around him anymore. He’s gone completely off the deep end since the break up. He makes it really hard for me, for all of us, to love this band like we used to.”

You’re in a tough spot. You feel the need to make excuses for Jay because he’s still a vital part of this band. And you feel it’s your responsibility to keep the peace amongst everyone, because you feel a sort of guilt for everything that happened. You’re convinced that you’re the reason he acts this way.

Josh doesn’t speak for a few minutes, looking like something on his mind is plaguing him.

“Josh? What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t want to say anything until I had more information. But…we found out today that the label is kind of being difficult about you coming on tour with us since you’re not signed with them. We all thought it’d be okay, given you’re not signed with anyone, but apparently that’s somewhere in the fine lines of the contracts. Our manager didn’t even think it’d be a big deal.”

You stare blankly at him, watching as his expression turns more and more distraught.

“They were here tonight, y/n. They were prepared to sign you, but after Jay’s outburst on stage….I don’t know, they weren’t happy. They left before you finished.”

Fuck.

“I…I mean what do we do? Can we have a meeting with them? We can’t let this happen, I won’t let it happen. I won’t let that mother fucker ruin this for us. He’s such a fucki-” he stops you before you can really work yourself up and brushes his hand gently on your cheek to calm you down.

“Listen, I will make this happen, okay? We can pull some strings. You deserve this and I’ll prove that to them. But, that could mean finding a new guitarist. I don’t know for sure, so don’t stress too much about that yet. I just want you to know that might be a possibility, okay?”

This news should send you into a spiral, but his voice is so calming…his demeanor is peaceful…you can’t help but trust everything he says. Looking into his eyes, you have no doubt everything will be alright.

“Okay, Josh..” you say with a heavy sigh.

He smiles at you and leans down to place a kiss on your nose.

To be continued…

Chapter 4

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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Warnings/tags: bit of angst, reader get stabbed, hand jobs

Wore count: 2.2k mdni

First dates could be nerve-racking, to say the least. The awkward air. Hopes for the spark of a budding relationship to stay lit. For a guy like Taylor; a shy college student who had barely spoken to anyone since high school, they were all the more taxing. To the night of the event, he found it difficult to believe someone as breath taking as he date would settle for someone like him.

This date wouldn’t be the first time they got together. In fact, the two had been going strong for a few months now. Two peas content in their pod, and growing by the day. The days they were in town, for that matter. Despite this, the couple had never gone on a public outing before. Takeout in undisclosed locations and the occasional movie night at his apartment were the best it got for the most part.

As much as he cherished those moments, Taylor secretly longed for more. A trip to the arcade he loved as a child, sitting down in one of the restaurants they ordered from. Just being with the love of his life in a open place; proudly announcing their affection to the heavens above. It was a guilty pleasure given his partner’s lifestyle; which made it all the more dreamlike when they agrees to a night out. He was determined to make it the best evening since the start of their relationship, to lower their guard more for more in the future.

It was only a late night movie, but Taylor felt like it was the night he would propose. Absent minded throughout the day, his heart leapt into his throat at the end of his shift; hurrying out the door like a bullet. Texting here and there during the day, he shot you a quick hello as he headed home for their date – lovely listed as “My Sweetheart” in his phone. The name changed constantly, Taylor finding it difficult to pick one concrete nickname. Stuff like that is what you’d see in a normal relationship and he was desperate for anything sense of the word, but there were too many to pick from. At the end of the day, none could ever quite express his love fully.

After a shower and the millionth wardrobe change, Taylor still hasn’t gotten a text back. This was strange, but the movie didn’t start for another two hours and he was used to days of no contact. Hurt a bit to be put off on a date night, but it was better than the alternative. He opted to lounge around till a reply, but that only led to his mind wondering more. Every second a tick closer to bringing out the dread he felt being away from you. A drive would help, maybe he’d even spot you on the street if he went by your hangout areas.

Not even buckled in and the calls began. Blowing up your phone, leaving enough voice-mails to fill up your inbox. He knew he was probably overreacting, but he couldn’t help it. Just tell him you’re okay and he’ll stop being so annoying. He tried to think of logical reasons as to why you weren’t answering, but it all led back to the worst possible scenario.

“I just need to focus on something else. Y/n's ok. Y/n is fine.” He told himself, hands gripping the wheel as if his life depended on it. He’d see you soon, the worry you caused bringing a grin to your face you would laugh him back into . He needed a present. Something to get your attention off

Thee convenience store clerk eyes Taylor curiously as he lays everything out on the counter. Flowers, a teddy bear, your favorite snacks. He had it all. Maybe even drip his toes into debauchery and sneak a few into the theater as well. As he paid for his things and stepped outside, he finally got the call he had been waiting for. Nearly dropping everything, he answers on the first note of your ringtone

“Hey, can you pick me up? I got stabbed.”

Racing through yellow lights, Taylor sped onward to his job. It was the closet location from where you had been stabbed. He parked his car at the side of the building, not wanting to explain to his coworkers what he was doing. The store was pretty empty, luckily for him, which gave better cover for him to sneak off to the back of the building to find you. Between the trash cans and back door is where you lay, gripping your bloody side – eyes dazed.

“Some date, huh?” You chuckle, the act aggravating your wound and causing you to hiss in pain. Relief watches over Taylor like a hurricane. He wanted nothing more than to hold you close, but there were more important matters at hand. Without a word, Taylor kneels beside you as you move your hands for him to see. A shallow gash slit your abdomen, thick clothing taking the blunt of the attack. The blood loss was worse than the wound itself, but you’d be fine with a few bandages.

“What happened?”

“Well, when you called and asked if I wanted to go out I felt like I had to get something for the occasion. I forgot to turn off my ringer when I was.. buying your present and the uh cashier had a knife.”

Every relationship had its quirks. Yours just so happened to be you were a blood thirsty criminal. You even met when you gutted Taylor’s last boss. You bounced from town to town to keep suspicions low, but stayed here longer than intended – not realizing there was a witness to your crime. Instead of turning you in, he somehow managed to befriend you. Neither of you knew how love struck – or why you left him alive; but after it happened you found yourself struggling with a normal life with him and dealing with urges you couldn’t put down.

“So this.. this is my fault?” Taylor asks, pulling his hands away slightly. He felt disgusted. Not with you, but himself. He accepted that darker part of you and loved you for you, but could have cost you your life because he was a little needy. You grip his hand, soothing his worries by stroking his knuckles with your thumb.

“No, I was careless. We need to leave. Nobody saw my face, but I’m sure someone called the police.”

“Yea, ok.. Let me help you up.” Taylor helps you to your feet, hand on the opposite hip to your wound. He kept his head to the ground, ashamed of himself. Before you head off, you reach into your pocket and pull out a pocket knife covered in your blood. You wipe the blade on your pants leg and offer it to him.

“Here, a consolation gift. It’ll take a lot more than one stab to get rid of me.”

The corner of his lip twitches. It’s a terrible moment, but he feels the passion you both share. As he reaches to take it, the backdoor bops open; the faint smell of a lit cigarette wafting into the air.

“Taylor, that you? Thought I saw your car out front. It's dangerous out here, man. What are you doing here, and who is that with you?”

Taylor freeze in place, while you stand completely still; calculating the situation. His coworkers eyes flash with recognition, and that’s when his fate is sealed.

“S-stay right there. I’m calling the police.” Not caring to determine with Taylor was in danger, he turns to reenter the store; but you’re fast. You pull him away from the door, slamming him into the wall with the rest of your weight. He thrashes around in an attention to get free, almost succeeding in your weakened state.

Taylor watches, still frozen. No, he couldn’t lose you – not like this, but was he ready to kill someone? There was always the possibility that one of you would have to cross to the other’s side, and you were already doing that for him. Throwing off your way of life to stay with him. His hands found their way to the pocket knife you gave him. Anything for you, even if he couldn’t look at himself in the mirror again. Anything.

“Taylor..”

He looks up at you. In the moments it took doubt to take over, you had his coworker on the ground; barely conscious. No way in hell you’d let one person take you so easily. Eyes trained on him, you hold out your hand in Taylor’s direction.

“Give me the knife, and look away.”

He shakes his head, wanting to proof you could depend on him. No matter how hard he’s shaking. “No, let me do it, Y/n. You don’t have to do this alone.”

You face him, expression clear you weren’t taking no for an answer. “Do what I tell you and give me the damn knife!”

The car ride is quiet. You needed rest and he could think of nothing to say. Together you head to the nearest motel. It was too risky to go to his house. His jacket hangs over your motionless body, providing warmth and cover for your injuries as he pays for a room. Sluggish, he helps you into the room and onto the bed; retrieving a medical kit from the trunk of his car. He shuts the door, checks the curtains, then falls to your side to patch you up.

“Are the cameras still down?”

“Huh?”

“Your job. Is the surveillance still offline?”

“Oh.. yea it is.”

“You have to go into work tomorrow. If anything comes up, if I get caught. Just say that I forced you. Both of us don’t-"

“Please just let me help, Y/n.”

“… I’m sorry. For doing that in front of you. You probably hate me for it and I don’t blame you.” You feel tears fall onto your skin. “I’m so sorry.”

“That’s not why I’m upset!” He shouts, the raise of tone startling you. “As bad as it is, I’m not even mad that you killed him. I’m upset that you didn’t let me kill him. Every time you leave I’m afraid you won’t come back and now I’m asking you to do stupid domestic things and try to act like it’s fine. I won’t try to change you, but I want to be with you and I’ll do whatever so you won’t abandon me.”

“Taylor…” You still up as best as you can. “I’ll never leave you. I don’t mind going out with you and I won’t leave you for asking for it. You can’t do what I do and that’s for the best.. Besides, I’m quite happy with having you as my nurse and I don’t think I’d do as good if our roles were switched.”

Taylor’s heart soars. He felt stupid for falling so easily, but you always managed to raise his spirits. He cradles you in his arms, trembling from both fear and the joy of having you. You kiss away the tears in the corners of his eyes, trailing your lips down to catch his in a heat of passion. He presses back with matching devotion, hands roaming the small of your back.

The sound of chirping birds breaks the air. Taylor pulls his phone out of his pocket; alarm blaring loud for all to hear. In all the commotion, he honestly forgot about your date. Not like it mattered much now.

“O-oh, the movie. Looks like we’ll have to make it to another screening.” He offers with a lopsided smile. You smirk.

“I know something else we can do.” You move your knee between his legs, teasing him. Taylor tenses in surprise, face burning at the sudden contact.

“Y-Y/n?! What are you doing?”

“Making up for missing our date.”

“You don’t have to. Y-you need to rest and I – ah..” His words trail off as you mouth his neck; teeth catching his tongue as you touch him, hand now down his boxers. One hand pumping his erect length, you unzip his pants with the other. Your warm breath tickles his ear as you pull from his neck, causing him to shudder in anticipation.

“I’m fine, promise.” You whisper, stroking your thumb over his tip; precum drooling over your finger. He clings to you, rutting into your palm as you return it to his shaft – moans erupt from his chest. His head rested on your shoulder; wrapped in the comfort of your scent.

“Y/n… I love you so..so much. Don’t go. Don’t leave me.” He pants out. You guide your hand faster, his grip tightening around you. He never wanted to let go of his Y/n. His everything. Tell him you love him. That you’ll always be at his side and that’s all he needed.

“I won’t.. I’m right here.” You grab his jaw, pulling him into yet another kiss; feeling how close he was to the edge. How desperate he was. His lips part with a groan, cock twitching under your hold. With a sharp jerk of his hips, Taylor cums – your hand steady to help him ride out his climax. You separate, him sitting in the afterglow and you laying back down – energy spent.

“Takeout yet again. Once I’m better we’ll go some place nice, promise.”

Your eyes close, waiting for the space next to you to be occupied. Instead you feel your bottoms being pulling down, and a head between your thighs.

“I’m think I'm more than happy with just this.”

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fandomshifter · 7 months

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Doomsday chapter 1

IT MOSTLY RAINS HERE

Weather in Tuscaloosa was always predictable. Foggy and dark. It always affected the mood of the people living there, making everyone depressed and unsociable. If you where born here, you where more than likely to die here as well. Many people never ventured out of there own neighbourhood unless it was to shop or go to the weekly bingo ever Saturday night. Even then people wanted to stay home, ever since citizens started to go missing.

You sat on your back porch, a ciggerate in hand as you started off into the woods. It was early morning and the sun was still rising. Bringing the ciggerate to your lips you took a drag and threw the butt on the ground, stomping on it with your foot. You let out a breath and pulled your jacket tighter around your frame, the cold air causing goosebumps to form on your skin. A small smile fell on your lips as you saw a shadow at your feet, its tail curling around you leg before it disappeared. Turning around, you went back into your house.

Pouring yourself a drink you went and sat down on your couch, placing a cushion on your lap for the sense of security. You turned the TV on and put on a random show to watch as you scrolled through a random article about another missing person. It was becoming predictable now. The police would try and find the person but they would never be found, so the police gave up and wrote them off as dead. This made the parents have a funeral with nothing inside the casket, never having a sense of closure. You could never tell them that you had seen the missing people. They would label you as ‘crazy’ and ‘a freak’ or even send you off to a mental institution. You shivered and placed your phone down on the coffee table, now interested in the show playing.

You had been watching this show for a few hours now. The sun was up, but it was still dark and foggy outside. It was then that your phone started to vibrate from its spot. You stood up, the cushion falling to the floor as you answered the phone.

“Hello, Y/N speaking.” You spoke as you paced around your living room. The caller didn't reply at first, only his heavy breathing could be heard on the other side.

“Are you the clairvoyant ?” A deep voice asked. His voice sounded raspy and shaky. You furrowed your brows at the question and replied, “Yeah that's me… How did you get this number ?” Again he didn't reply for a few seconds but when he did his answer made sense.

“I found your website, you deal with the supernatural and things like that don't you ?” You nodded your head to yourself and let out a soft hum of agreement. On the other side of the phone was the sound of things moving around and a quiet voice talking to themselves.

“I need help with something, if I give you my address can you come round and help me. I promise ill pay you!” You could tell the voice on the other side was desperate and in dire need of some help. You mumbled to yourself and listed the pros and cons of saying yes. However you needed the money for food and rent. Running your had down your face you walked towards your front door, “Yeah sure, Give me your address.” He quickly handed you the address and you nodded, “Ill be there in about 20 minuets.” He mumbled a quick ‘Thank you’ and hung up the phone. You let out a loud sigh and grabbed your bag, before heading to your car, a sour look on your face.

Music was quietly playing as you drove to the mans house, you didn't even know his name. How stupid could you be ? Saying yes to helping a random man that asked for help with something supernatural. For all you know he could be a serial killer! You ran a hand [ through your hair/over your head ] and rolled your eyes at your stupid mistake. It wasn't long before you pulled up to his house. It was near the outskirts of the town which was surrounded by a large forest. Letting out a shaky breath you got out the car, bag slung over your shoulder.

You didn't even need to knock on the door before it was swung open by a tall man. His long black hair was put in bun, which looked slightly matted. His brown eyes examined your face and you internally shrunk under his gaze. He wore a white button up shirt and black dress pants with a belt holding them up. He looked like a rich guy. So why did he need your help ? Something that concerned you was the scar on the side of his mouth, making it look like he tried to carve a smile into his face. It reminded you of that true crime case about that boy. What was his name ? Oh! Jeffrey Alan Woods.

You shook your thoughts away and rolled your shoulder back, a loud crack echoing as it moved. After that the man also shook his head and held his hand out, “I'm Theo, sorry for not saying much over the phone. I thought it would be better to talk in person.” Looking down at his hand, you noticed it was shaking slightly and had healed wounds on it. You weren't one to judge so you grabbed and shook it, a small smile appearing on your face.

“Well you know who i am if you found my website, but I'm Y/N.” You said with a small laugh.

He smiled and nodded, “Come in, please, I have lot I need to talk to you about.” He spoke before walking into his house, you close behind him. He led you through his living room which was covered in a layer of dust, causing you to sneeze. Theo jumped, but quickly brushed it off and kept walking, his foot steps echoing through the house.

Theo stopped in front of a set of double doors, a dim light flooding from under the crack. He turned around to face you, his lips turned down in a frown and sweat covering his forehead. “Everything you need to find out what's going on is in there,” there was a small pause as he began picking the skin around his fingers. His eyes darted around looking everywhere but at you, “But if you need me to tell you anything I will.”

You tilted you head in confusion, before clearing your throat. “It would be nice if you told me what this was about first.” You spoke softly as to not scare him, like you did with your sneeze. Theo nodded his head aggressively and turned to face the doors, pushing them open.

“It started a few years ago. It wasn't really anything at first. Things moving and being in different places, windows open after i locked them. You know normal things you would think a poltergeist or ghost would do .” He started to say as he sat down in one of the leather chairs.

The first thing you did was let out a small gasp at the inside of the study. It was covered in newspaper clippings, notes, drawings, polaroid pictures and much more. It looked like one of those clique investigation boards. Every wall was filled and some things had even been stuck to the ceiling and the floor. You moved around the things on the floor to sit in the other chair next to Theo. He had his hands clenched together and a stray piece of hair was stuck to the side of his face from the amount of sweat dripping off him. You opened your bag and pulled out a small note book and pen, ready to write down things that would help you understand what was going on.

Theo looked up at your face. Being so close you could notice the small details. Dark eye bags hung under his eyes and skin peeled off his lips. The scar on his face that you had noticed earlier seemed to be slightly irritated around the edges but you didn't say anything.

“As i was saying, at first i chalked it up to a poltergeist. But then i started getting sick, but when i went to the doctors they could find anything wrong with me.” You looked up from your notebook and asked, “What symptoms where you having ?” Theo looked down at his hands,

“Well It started with nosebleeds and headaches. Then i started coughing badly. It was so bad that i started coughing and throwing up blood. At one point i couldn't get out of bed, my body was to weak and i called the doctors and I got checked out again. But like last time they found nothing.” You nodded your head at his words and wrote down what he said.

Theo carried on, “After the sickness started, i began having gaps in my memory and waking up with cuts, bruises and mud all over my body. One time i woke up in the woods, fully dressed and a dead deer next to me. I had its blood all over me. I swear someone was watching me.”

You tilted your head at his words as he paused, you took this opportunity to ask, “Do you think something was making you do it ? Like controlling your body ?” He looked up and nodded his head,

“Definitely, i have seen it! Only once though and i still cant get it out of my head.” He stood up suddenly, causing you to jump in your seat slightly. He walked over to one of the walls and picked 2 pictures off it. Sitting back down, he handed them over, “This is what it looked like.”

Looking down at the pictures goosebumps began to rise on the back of your neck. The first picture looked normal, a group of kids walking somewhere.

Something was off about it.

Squinting you saw the blurred outline of a man in a suit and with a pale face in the background. It caused a lump to form in your throat and you let out a shaky breath. Placing that picture down you looked at the other one. Your eyes darted up at Theo who was watching you intently. Then you looked back at the picture again and like the last one it looked like a normal picture. Kids playing at the park. Until under the tree in the background there it stood. It was inhumanly tall, with tendrils flailing from its back. It was dressed in a black suit and tie and when you looked at its face….

“The picture came with writing.” Theo quickly announced causing you to jump and drop the picture on the floor. You quickly scooped it up and placed it on the desk with the other picture.

“What did the writing say?” You asked taking a deep breath, slightly confused. He handed you a slip of paper. You hadn't even noticed he moved to get it. The paper read,

‘We didn't want to go, we didn't want to kill them, but its persistent silence and outstretched arms horrified and comforted us at the same time - 1983, photographer unknown presumed dead’

Flipping the page over you saw that a news clipping was glued to the back of the paper. This read;

‘One of two recovered photographs from the Stirling City Library blaze. Notable for being taken the day which fourteen children vanished and for what is referred to as "The Slender Man". Deformities cited as film defects by officials. Fire at library occurred one week later. Actual photograph confiscated as evidence. – 1986, photographer: Mary Thomas, missing since June 13th, 1986.’

A pulse went through your head and you handed the paper back to Theo. You looked up and saw that he was starring at you, “Do you understand yet ?” He asked his head tilting slightly.

“Kind of, But why you ? I know what it is that's basically stalking you, but why you ?” You asked, looking at the pictures again. Another pulse. He stood up and paced around the room.

“I had a brother, his name was Alex Kralie. He went missing because of this thing too. I think it just wants to kill me because my brother pissed it off or something.” You furrowed your brows at the name, again you had heard that name before. You wrote it down and looked back up at Theo.

“What do you want me to do, this isn't like what i usually deal with. And to be honest with you Theo I don't think there is much i can really do to help you.” He spun around his eyes wide,

“What ? NO! You have to help me, i don't want it to use me anymore. I DONT WANT TO DIE!” He yelled, falling to his knees in front of you. Theo looked up, tears falling down his cheeks as his hands clenched at his pants. “I don't want to be used anymore.” He sobbed, his hands going up to cover his face. You where frozen in place, you didn't want to move incase he hurt you or shouted again. You held your breath as he quietly sobbed in front of you.

“How about you let me take some things home so i can do my own research into ‘The Slenderman’ and see if i can find anything that might help you.” You spoke just loud enough for him to hear.

Theo moved his hand away from his face, eyes red and puffy as tears still fell down his cheeks dripping on the hard wood floor. He slowly nodded his head. “Take what you need, Ill wait by the front door.” He muttered, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

With that he stood up and walked out the study. You let out the breath you had been holding and leaned forward in you seat. Your hands and legs where shaking and you where scared to stand up. Taking in a few breaths, you slowly stood up, your limbs groaning in response as you had been sat for so long.

Your eyes wandered around the room, deciding on what to take to help with your ‘research’ and decided that the main thing you needed to take was the pictures and the article. Maybe you could find this ‘Mary Thomas’ if she wasn't dead. You picked up a few other things like other pictures, a blank CD with nothing but the words ‘Marble Hornets’ written on it and an article about a boy killing his step-dad and burning his whole neighbourhood down before going missing.

After looking around the room one more time you decided you had everything, but before you left you took a few pictures of the room, then made your way to the front door. Pulse. You grabbed your head and let out a soft groan. Goosebumps began to rise on your arms and you craned your neck to look out the kitchen window.

Something was there. You swear you could see it. Its pale face standing out from between the trees. Something fell from your nose onto the floor and you looked away from the window. A small stream of blood fell from your nose and you quickly wiped it away with your sleeve.

With a quick pace you made your way to Theo who was standing near the front door like he said.

His eyes where still slightly red, but he had stopped crying for the most part. “Did you get everything you needed ?” He asked quietly. You nodded your head as he opened the front door.

You both said your goodbyes, but as you where walking to your car. Something grabbed your wrist. “Theo what are you doing ?” You panicked as you spun round. But it wasn't Theo because…

He didn't have a face. Where's its eyes should be was sunken in skin, if it could even be called that. It looked like fabric had been stretched and pulled over bone creating a thin layer of ‘flesh’. Looking down at the hand that gripped your wrist, you gagged and tried to pull away. It had elongated fingers, cracking with every movement. They where the same colour as its face, but tainted with blood and black goo that burned the skin on your wrist.

Letting out a scream you pulled back with enough force and you fell to the floor. You had become light headed and you hadn't even noticed the blood dripping out your nose and down your chin, soaking into your clothes.

When you looked back up to where it was stood, it was Theo again. His brows furrowed as he slowly moved closer. “Y/N ?” You shook your head and picked up your stuff before jumping in your car and driving straight back home. You didn't even think you could go back to help him with this thing.

When you got back home, you where mentally and physically exhausted. You threw the bits and pieces that you had taken from Theo on the kitchen counter, before trudging upstairs to get cleaned up.

Blood flaked off from your chest as you showered. You hadn't even realised your nose had bled that much until you took your shirt off. As you cleaned yourself up, your mind began to wander about that name, Alex Kralie. You definitely had heard that name somewhere, had they gone to your high school ? Your college ? You racked your brain trying to remember this Alex guy, you where so lost in though you hadn't realised that your fingers were starting to prune.

After having a shower you felt slightly better, but still paranoid about that thing that happened. It had shaken you up so much you didn't even want to look in the mirror incase you saw that thing again, whatever it was.

Getting changed into some sweats and t shirt, you went downstairs to take your mind of things. You sank into the couch cushions and pulled a blanket over you, before grabbing the remote to find something you actually wanted to watch. Horror movies where off the table. Didn't want to become more paranoid. It was October so something seasonal ? You looked through Netflix and decided on watching Hubie Halloween. Adam Sandler movies knew how to make you feel better.

Halfway through the movie you stomach rumbled and you decided that you would order food in. You had become to tired to do anything apart from sit and watch movies for the rest of the night. After ordering your food, you where going to put your phone down but got a notification from Theo.

‘My family is coming round tomorrow for a few days and i was wondering if you could come back round to talk about what you found after they have left ?’

You threw your phone onto the coffee table without answering and continued to watch the movie. Going back there was not something you wanted to think about. It made your stomach twist with fear and anxiety, and that was not something you needed to feel after today.

Your food arrived just after the movie finished and you had started a new one. You ate it like a starved man and after finishing it you went and got a tub of ice cream to eat. Sitting back down you noticed a small shadow dart across the living room floor. You let out a soft giggle and sat back down on the couch.

BANG

Jumping up with a scream, you fell of the couch with a thud. You had fallen asleep after finishing the ice cream and your eyes darted around the room. It was dark and the only light was coming from the TV. You stood up and ran towards the light switch and flicked the lights on. Nothing. Nothing was moved or changed. Still it was like something was there and it was tormenting you.

Taking a few deep breaths to calm your ever increasing heart rate, you sunk down to the floor your eyes still darting across the room with fear. You wiped the sweat of your face and clenched the bottom of your shirt. You didn't want to go back to sleep.

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #jeff the killer #brian thomas #ticci toby #brian thomas x reader #slenderman #hoodie #ben drowned #masky marble hornets #marble hornets #horror #fanfic #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta x you #nina the killer #eyeless jack

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barbiecrocs · 6 months

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The House Masseur

Eddie Munson

tags! assumed cheating (no actual cheating), massaging, a wee bit of drinking alcohol, very slight praise, oral sex (fem receiving)

WC. 2420

Barbie's note... Heyyyy. Can you tell that I literally pulled all of this out of my ass? Like down to the tags and everything. Hella surprised that I pulled 2000+ words out of nowhere like props to me. Enjoyyyy!!

“Mhm! Oh, yeah, right there!”

“Harder?”

“Yes! Please!” Eddie listens to your hurried moans through the door, tears bubbling in his eyes that he desperately tries to wipe away. His feet make a pitter-patter sound outside the door as he paces back and forth out of nervousness and anger. Letting the question, “How dare you let another man touch you?” run circles in his mind. Your moans seem to get louder and louder the longer he stands out the door and he busts in on impulse, “Y/n! How could you do this to me?” He walks in, eyes zipping around the room. “We’ve been together for so long! You know that if you needed anything, you could've just asked me for it! I’d do anything for you.” Your clothes are drizzled along the floor, body oiled up, towel on your butt, and a mysterious man’s hands on your upper back slowly working down to your butt. “And here I find you… getting a massage?”

You and your masseur were in the middle of your massage and the stubborn knots in your back were finally easing up after endless kneading and caressing, which isn’t all the rage since he’s getting paid by the hour. To be honest, you were starting to think that your friend’s recommendation wasn’t all that and it seems like you need to get a new masseur. You sat up and faced Eddie with a towel wrapped dangerously low around your chest. You didn’t have the strength, time, or patience to deal with this. “Eddie, you know that I’d never cheat on you and you know that if we are in a rut or argument, I'm always the first one to try and work things out, you should also know that my back is fucking killing me so we’re gonna continue the massage now.” You readjust yourself in your masseur's foldable massage table, back popping and cracking a couple of times as you gesture the masseur back over to you. A soft moan slips out of your mouth when the man's hands target a painful spot on your back. “You can stay and watch for your peace of mind. I don’t care. Hey, you can even pick up a thing or two and you can be the one to give me massages. Then I won’t even need this guy.” You laugh at your own joke before Eddie leaves with a “Thanks, but no thanks.” Only hinting at the fact that this is not the end of this discussion.

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You roll over in bed just to find him scowling at what was the back of your head. “Eddie-” You begin but get interrupted. “What does he give you that I don’t?” You look at him sideways before laughing, only making him scowl deeper. “Eddie… Isn’t it obvious? Massages, duh!” He begins to sputter, but you cut him off. “Listen, I already told you that you can stay and watch, maybe pick up a few things if you want, but what you’re not going to do is complain all night when there are ways to fix this.” You roll your eyes and turn back over to your other side. Eddie pulls your back to his chest by your waist, murmuring about how he will give you the best massage ever while he drifts off the dreamland.

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He’s a man of his word and the next massage day he comes in, grabs a chair, and sits almost too close to the massaging action. “Eddie, I know that you want to watch, but do you have to sit that close?” He ignores your question and that's when you realize that he brought and is now using a pen and notepad to jot down whatever he feels right. You sigh and start to part your lips to make a funny comment, but are hushed by a studying student, “Shhhh, not right now. I’m learning.” You then emerse yourself into the massage and roll your eyes which is half caused by a good knot in your back being kneaded out of existence.

Once the session is done, instead of saying your usual goodbyes, Eddie interjects and scowls at the masseur for a brief second, shakes his hand, says something inaudible then leaves. You shrug at the masseur before sending him on his way and closing the door before heading over to Eddie. “Eddie, what did you say to the masseur guy before he left?” He stops in his tracks, being the doorway to your shared bedroom. “I told him that his services would no longer be required and that I had attained all the information I needed.” You almost look flabbergasted and dumbfounded until you realize this is totally in the league of what a jealous Eddie would do. “Wha… Dude! You can’t just-” He then interrupts you with a skinny finger dragging across your lips, “You’re the one that said I could stay and watch. You even said that if I was good enough,-” You try to say something but he adds another skinny finger like the sassy man he is and hushes you once more. “You even said that if I was good enough, you wouldn’t need that guy anymore so why not cut him out of the picture right now? I promise that I will be more than efficient, just wait till your next massage day, and you’ll thank me.” He shuts the door with a wink, leaving you with your jaw dropped to the floor and the couch which you stomp over to. You grab the remote and plop down to watch the show that you two planned to watch together just to get back at him. As you start to immerse yourself in the show, you can’t help your mind from wondering about his massage skills and that you’ll probably have to call your masseur for backup or the ER if he really messes up.

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It’s been a couple of hours since you got home from work. You already settled in and showered, now you were just waiting for your masseur to get here and your day would be complete when he left. Except you forgot that Eddie told him off or did whatever he did and now the only man who gave your back a break wouldn’t be here to relieve you today. “Y/n! Come to the bedroom.” Instead, you had Eddie. Which…Wasn’t too bad, but he also wasn’t a professional here to work on your back and you were extremely terrified that he would somehow reverse your progress. You stand up on weak legs from the couch where you were lounging and step your way to your said destination.

Through the closed door is a much more romantic setup than what your regular masseur would set out for you. A rose petal trail that leads to a massage table that looks homemade and stable at the same time, you almost assumed that he’d bring out wine or champagne. And you assumed right, he comes to you with a silver tray that has your favorite wine and champagne in separate glasses with the option to pick either one. You look up from the tray that you’ve never seen in that house just to see Eddie in a get-up that you know he would not only never wear, but also never had. A white pirate-type shirt that was kind of flowy and open in the front, black slacks with white horizontal stripes, and on the very bottom, he kept it in the wardrobe and wore his custom hell fire socks from high school that had holes in the bottom. The outfit was strange, but you could see that he put his foot in this little project, and that went a long way with you so even if it does undo some of the progress, at least he tried?

You finally stop your analysis and take a glass for yourself and leave the other to him only to see that he also has two glasses to choose from and would base what he drinks on your answer. You sit down on the homemade massage table and one of his hands work their way to your shoulder. The movements were a little rough since you still had your shirt on until he instructed you to strip naked and handed you a towel. With him watching, you strip down and wrap the towel around your chest. You don’t know where he got these magical fingers from, but now you don’t question it. You’re more focused on trying not to let your drink glass fall out of your hand from the relaxation of your body. “Mhmmmm, Eddie.” There it was, the moan of satisfaction that he had been waiting and yearning for. Just in time, you finish your drink, and he tells you to lie down on your stomach and push your towel down to your butt. He reaches to a table behind him, grabs a bottle of oil, opens it, and squeezes a thin line down your back. His fingers gently spread the liquid to everywhere it needs to be and get to work on your shoulders first. His fingers are a bit ridge at first, but the minute he reaches one of your knots, it's like first nature.

He begins to somehow do wonders on the knots in your back, identifying them, and then kneading them just right. Every circle and dig he makes into your back drags out loud moans, unlike the ones your usual masseur drags out. “God, Eddie. Where did you learn all of this?” Your eyebrows knit together and moans continuously spill out of your mouth much to his pleasure. “You can say that I’ve been studying, practicing, and working very hard never to come home and see that man with his hands all over you again. Aka Youtube but I guess the masseur taught me a little something.” You would laugh at his joke, but his kneading doesn’t stop, most thoughts in your brain getting muffled, resulting in them not being said. He begins to work his way down to your lower back and lingers for a second before removing your towel and massaging your ass. “Eddie…”

“Shhhh, let me work my magic.” You don’t carry on with the questions since it feels so good. With every rub, his fingers move closer to your inner thighs than the last. "Ass up." He says, referencing your legs as he cups the underside of your ass. You obey without a word and a finger trickles lightly between your lips, just barely digging in. Goosebumps coat your skin no matter how warm you are with the oil on your body. He switches from his finger to his thumb which starts to rub repeated circles on your clit. When you begin to relax into his touch, he goes in with his mouth. He licks stripes up your pussy with eager slurping noises filling the room before darting his tongue in and out of your needy hole. You grind back onto his face, only making him more keen to show you a good time. "I’ll never get enough of this fucking pussy." He leans into your grind for more stimulant until ultimately giving into his and your needs.

You don't see it, but you know that Eddie is undressing from the way that all touch has left your skin and the sound of clothes hitting the floor. But it’s not long before he can keep his hands off of you, “As much as I want to fuck you from the back, I know I shouldn’t. Honestly, that's probably where your back problems originated.” He then flips you on your back and without a second thought, you wrap your arms around his neck.

He plants a hand on your left thigh and the other on the towel by your head. “Ready?” You give him a nod with your eyes squeezed shut, and he experimentally pushes into you before deciding you could take anything he gives you. “Eyes on me.” A hand lightly raps on your jaw a couple of times to wake you out of your dazed state. When he notices that you’re ignoring his orders, his hand grips your neck, and his teeth graze along your jawline, briefly sinking his teeth into it. You spring to life from the pleasure-filled pain and your arms tighten around him. “That woke you up, huh? Are you ready now?” This time you give him a verbal response and he begins to gently snap his hips into you. You hiss from the sudden movement, but you quickly adjust to his speed, moans clawing their way out of your mouth.

“Fuck, how I’ve missed these velvety walls of yours.” With that sentence, he claims your lips in a longing kiss while rutting a fair pace into you. His lips suck yours for only several seconds at a time then nip the meaty flesh before adding his tongue into the equation. “Oh, and these lips. So silky, smooth, and plump.” He says in between kisses which start to trail to your neck, leaving hickeys in your wake. His continuous actions drag you closer to your orgasm. But despite all of that, you couldn't help having this nagging voice in the back of your head that told you that these hickeys would be a pain no matter how good they felt now. Or the fact that even this position would somehow have a negative effect on your back. But all that worry and nagging leaves your mind when you feel your lower half heat up and the knot in your stomach loosen. "Eddie! I'm so fucking close.” Sweat beads on your forehead and your legs squeeze his torso, only making it harder for him to please you, but he persists in making you climax. “Then cum for me!” As if his words were the key to a locked box, you came with him only a few deep pumps behind you. He doesn’t take the time to slide out, instead, he collapses on top of you.

“Still gonna call that masseur?” He asks as a serious question. “Eddie, no need to worry, I’m deleting his number.” You joke. “Also, I finished the show we were watching.” His demeanor changes to a pouting child that can’t have another lollipop. “You’re joking right…” You shake your head. “Y/N!!!” Now it’s his turn to turn around and have your arms wrap around him.

#smut #eddie smut #stranger things smut #eddie munson smut

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thediktatortot · 2 months

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Putting out feelers for a Harringrove, Steddie or some Harringroveson friendship The Last Of Us Au Rp. I’ve been trying to get myself back into writing after this winters bout of depression so I need something I can chip away at with someone. I have a NSFW Rp going on with someone else atm, so I’m looking for someone very Gen for this one (though I still want there to be like…romantic tension and all that good stuff.)

Looking for something either medium or long story idea wise. Low pressure to respond, I can sometimes need a few days reprieve from writing, so no pressure for having to wait between posts. I can also get into the groove, so if you get into a groove no shame lol. EST hours.

I wrote up an opening already because I was inspired, so just hit me up if you are interested. I’m primarily asking Mutuals.

I had a partially thought of story idea for a TLOU crossover where Steve and Billy end up meeting up in the open world, probably a smaller city where Steve was separated from the kids and the other adults at some point in time but he learned about where they were taken, somewhere up northern to another GQ zone that's much bigger and is run by more official government so it's assumed to be 'safer' though it's not necessarily, but it's still pretty heavily guarded. Billy is ALSO trying to get there, but for very different reasons (I imagine he's apart of the fireflies in this only because he doesn't agree with Fredra's ways and he is a survivalist). He got seperated from his partner Eddie who was taken by raiders and he's trying to track him down since he had the information they needed to bring down that particular section of Fedra.

Billy has been unfortunately wounded and is holed up in a house/building somewhere to heal, rationing his food before Steve comes along and finds him. They get into a fight obviously, or Billy traps him or catches him off guard but they eventually figure out they aren't going to kill each other.

Steve is open, too open and just happy to see people and tells Billy all about the kids and his adult friends and how he's desperate to find them and be reunited with them. Billy of course, at first, takes advantage of his naivety bc he doesn't know this guy from adam and he needs help to get what he needs. So he tells Steve he'll guide him to the GQ if only they go after to save his partner.

Queue adventure.

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Steve stepped up to the entrance of what looked like an old dollar store, glancing side to side down the road to make sure there wasn't anyone watching where he was going before he adjusted the backpack against his shoulders and pushed the old glass door open. It creaked on it's hinges causing him to cringe, stopping so there was just enough space for him to squeeze himself through before closing the door once again.

He'd been safe so far, strayed away from populated areas after escaping the Indiana GQ zone, stuck to dense forests and mountains before walking large swaths of flat grasslands that made up the Iowa state. Or at least, he hoped he was in Iowa, seeing as he'd never used a map before his escape from Fedra's walls.

"*fuck*." Steve whispered to himself, staying quiet as he listened for any movement inside the smaller building, eyes raking through the pilfered racks of old junk food and magazines. Nothing was ever easy, nothing was quiet and nothing ever turned out right if he was to believe the people in Fedra, their propaganda on staying in the safe zones they'd made for the people of this world.

Safe was relative in this life, seeing as Fedra had done their own fair share of destruction and killing to rival the infection.

Steve wished he saw what the world before looked like, seen it in magazines some of the other boys in the GQ had found after coming back from illegal trips outside the walls. It was...colorful back then it seemed, lights everywhere, music and noise, no one afraid to step outside their door in fear of getting bitten or raped by the many monsters that existed in this world.

But he'd never get to see that so he pushed on, ruffling his hair of the dust that fell down from the top of the old door and coated him, leaning down to pick up a piece of debris to toss into the back of the store.

Nothing. No movement.

"Fucking finally." Steve sighed, rubbing a dirty hand over his stubbled face as he walked further into the old store. He was exausted and hungry, his rations getting smaller and smaller by the day and he knew he needed the energy to spend a few days resource gathering but he'd only manage to do it if he had a nights rest. Sleeping on top of box trucks and in trees wasn't really a way to get a full eight hours of shut eye.

"Ok...search, secure, sleep." Steve mumbled to himself, having been alone for a while now that it was the only way he got to hear another voice. "Maybe you'll get lucky." He huffed, fingers sliding along the metal shelf as he walked the isle slowly. "Maybe this time you might find some expired boxes of crackers or something- *oh* or maybe-" Steve moved quicker to the back of the store, his eyes lighting as he saw a can on the ground, the top unopened.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #harringrove #steddie #harringroveson #stranger things #role play

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ptrckjcne · 2 years

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⇨ NIGHT LIKE THIS

pairing: luke alvez x reader type: oneshot / word count: 1.7k warnings: none, i think – let me know if you find any!

luke isn't ready to cope with the responsibility and loneliness of an undercover mission, and you're not willing to send him off on a bad night.

read the full one shot under the cut!

tags: @leftoverenvy @hotchandspencearedilfs @gold-onthe-inside @multiverse-mxdness @reidselle

Luke had never been one to enjoy undercover cases. Ever since hunting the Crimson King, he had shuddered at the thought of going undercover, wanting to avenge his friend without going through the same as he had. Therefore it was almost ironic when the team had figured that an undercover operation would be the only way to smoke out the unsub, the only way of finally catching him. For the longest time, he had kept quiet, hoping that he would be able to remain in the position as back-up. Instead, they had turned to him, their expressions unreadable as he felt himself black out.

“We need you to go undercover. You’re the only one he hasn’t faced yet, you’re the only one we can trust with this.”

He had hated those words, he had hated the way they put the fate of the entire case in his hands, seemingly ignorant of his previous encounters with these kinds of operations. Nonetheless, Luke wasn’t one known to back out of a challenge – and even if this was the opposite of what he wanted to do, he knew he had to, in order to put away a bad guy, make the world a safer place or whatever. He could vaguely remember he had glanced around the table, wondering why no one else could do it, only to realise the others had all encountered their unsub – or had too much at stake to risk their lives in an undercover operation.

Luke had called you as he left the office, the lump in his throat only feeling as if it grew, even though he made desperate attempts of swallowing it down, hoping and praying you wouldn’t hear the choked tone of his voice. You had been at work, however, not able to talk with him for long – barely even long enough to notice his tone was off, and how he seemed uncertain in every word he spoke. Instead of worrying, you had to shake it off, return your focus to the task in front of you, leaving Luke to figure out his feelings – all on his own.

Outside, the temperatures were getting lower by each minute that passed, the snow falling from the sky to create a white blanket, a rather melancholic look as the surface was broken by people rushing by and cars rolling down the streets. It took Luke quite a while to wrap his head around several things, including the temperature, as he stood there in the snow, his forearms bare against the chilly air. Shivering slightly, he fumbled at the hem of his sweater for a while, before coming to realise you still had his coat, the warm jacket either being at work with you, or hanging on the coat rack in the hallway of your apartment. He didn’t regret leaving it with you – not much more than to the fact that he was now cold, and instead had to tug the sleeves of his sweater down to his hands, hoping they would stay warm enough until he reached his car.

He had asked how long he would be undercover, and the look on Emily’s face had caused him to shudder. She didn’t know, she wasn’t aware how long it would take him to get on the unsub’s good side, how long it would take him to trick the unsub into making a mistake. It could be days, weeks, months, even, and you would have to be in the dark – not knowing more than that he would be undercover.

Again, he fumbled his phone out of his pocket, shaky fingers hovering over the screen before he pressed the button to dial your number, the edge of his phone cold against the side of his head as he waited for you to pick up. While he loved hearing your voice, loved hearing your cheerful tone as you realised it was him who called you, he hoped you wouldn’t pick up. In fact, he needed you not to pick up. He needed to learn how to do it on his own, how to go home to an empty apartment, how to fall asleep without your warmth next to him. Luke needed to learn how to freeze you – and Roxy – out of his life, for the sake of the case, and before he had even started, he knew it was the worst thing he would ever be doing.

You had just accepted the call when it ended, Luke hanging up without a word on the other end. Beside you, a co-worker carefully nudged your shoulder, not having failed to notice your furrowed brows as you looked at the mobile device in your hands. “He just … hung up on me.” You mumbled, patiently waiting to see if a message would tick in, a goofy emoji followed by a text where he would tell you it was just a butt-dial, and that everything was alright. Yet, you received nothing.

“Might have been a mistake, dialled the wrong number, accidentally called you up when he got home to that happy dog of yours.” Your co-worker tried carefully, and while their words were all meant for your own comfort, it all added to your worry. Something wasn’t right, and as it looked right now, you had to seek out the needed information from someone else than Luke.

Meanwhile, the FBI agent had finally reached his car, spending the first five minutes inside the vehicle to heat up, shivering slightly as he felt the heat in the seat warm him. In the cars around him, people both arrived and left, all while he was left in his own bubble, processing his thoughts, his feelings, and everything he had left unsaid between himself and you. He scoffed as he remembered how he had told you he wouldn’t be one of those agents, he wouldn’t be one of those who went on risky undercover operations. It was all a funny lie now, wasn’t it?

Roxy was still at home, and while Luke rarely went anywhere without his trusted dog; the canine who had helped him through the adjustments needed as he returned to a normal life, no longer fighting for his country in the army, and no longer living on the move with the fugitive task force. However, he still found himself travelling to one of the spots where he never went without Roxy, a place that had grown to become their safe-place in the world.

Truth was, he wanted to escape – even if just for a little, get away, get used to the thought of being alone, the thought of being away from everything and everyone he had grown comfortable with. Everything and everyone he considered to be his home. Yet, he chose a spot where he knew you would find him if you needed to, no matter how much he tried to avoid you by leaving his phone in the car.

He wasn’t quite sure how long he had been sitting there when you finally arrived, your heart breaking a little as he flinched as you placed a hand on his shoulder. Luke was cold, though sat stiffly as you draped a woollen blanket over him, trying your best to wrap him up. “You called me, twice. No messages, though, and still you believed I wouldn’t seek you out?”

Luke’s gaze stayed locked on the waterfront only a few feet from where he sat, not even letting his eyes flicker to look as you sat down next to him; your hands protected within warm gloves, a scarf around your neck, hiding the crook of it from the rest of the world. Part of him was happy about that, the crook of your neck being one of the very few places he could truly let his guard down. Now he had to go undercover, and he didn’t know when – or if – he’d be able to come home and fall asleep with his forehead pressed into the crook of your neck again, and for some stupid reason he couldn’t quite name, it soothed him to see his safe-place protected from the world.

“I didn’t want you to worry.”

“Well, then you’re not as smart as I thought you were, Luke.” You scoffed, though your tone was surprisingly mellow, almost as if it was begging for him to turn to you and speak what was clouding his mind. “I’ll always worry about you. I’ll always come looking for you.”

He remained quiet, though reached out for your gloved hand, entwining your fingers as a deep sigh escaped his lips. “You know, if I’m going to work on this undercover mission, I need nights like these – well, not like this, but I need nights where I’m alone. I need to figure out how to work alone, isolated from everything I know and love, you can’t keep seeking me out.” Luke turned his head slightly, a pair of tired eyes meeting yours. “I can’t have you keep seeking me out when I’m on a case, when I’m no longer Luke.”

The smile that spread on your lips, a sad and melancholic one, caused something to jab at Luke’s heart, though he did what he could to hide it with a grumble as he straightened up, and when he tried bringing his hand back, he noticed how you simply refused, holding onto his hand as if your life depended on it. “Maybe I can’t seek you out, give you a hug and tell you everything will be alright-,” you paused, running your thumb gently along the bumps of his knuckles. “But you can always count on me, Luke. I’ll always be here, and I’ll always wait for you to come home.”

“I might not come home from this one, though.” Luke countered, almost seeming as if he was set in his way that he was going to get fatally injured while on his mission. However, he frowned as you simply chuckled and shook your head a little, bringing his hands to your lips, pressing them gently to the cold skin of his hand.

“How about we just do one day at the time, and then we’ll see.” You offered, pausing a little to see how he would react. “One day at a time, and then you’ll find your undercover mission to end in a night like this again, very soon.”

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