#oxy talks-y

[oxygen-stealer]

What these idiots do to my brain is not fucking ok

#this stupid fucking tom and jerry ass kids show is so god damn tragic #like I'll be thinking about how horrific the entire concept of the irken empire is #while the characters on screen are just screaming about pigs and dookie #invader zim #shitpost #oxy talks-y

[lamentationsofalonelypotato]

You Call It Madness But I Call It Love

Chapter 14: You're All I'm Dreaming Of

Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!reader, Soldier Boy POV

Summary: When the reader left Payback 40 years ago after a falling out with her childhood best friend she never looked back, but when two men show up to her apartment and start asking her questions about the past, the reader begins to think those things can’t stay hidden and starts to question what’s real and what’s fantasy.  This is a re-telling of The Boys Season 3, where the reader is a supe who's known Soldier Boy since 1927. The chapters will fluctuate between past and present. This is chapter fourteen of my "You Call It Madness But I Call It Love" series. (I'm so bad at summaries please forgive me!)

Word Count: 5.8K

Warnings: References to sex, Mentions of sex (not really explicit), Self-detrimental thoughts, Cursing, Drinking/Snorting Drugs, Soldier Boy might be, is, really, absolutely, a little OOC, Soldier Boy is really all you need as a warning.

Note: This is told from Soldier Boy's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. Reader is described as "curvy" occasionally. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

Internal Monologue is in first person and is in italics

Series Masterlist

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Previously:

"Y/f/n Y/l/n?" The dark haired man asks, an accent tilting the ends of his words.

"Who's asking?"

He pulls out a badge, holding it up to the peep hole. "I'm Agent Butcher, this is Agent Campbell. We’re from the CIA, here to ask you a couple of questions about Soldier Boy."

You open the door to look at them. "The rapper?"

"What?" Agent Butcher looks confused.

"The rapper? Soulja Boy-" You arch a brow feigning confusion. "Because honestly I don't understand why the CIA would be asking me about that."

“No.” Agent Butcher holds up a photo.

You keep your face impassive. It’s a photo of Ben and you at a movie premiere the week before he left to go to Nicaragua.

“You’re here to talk to me about my mom?” You flit your eyes back to the two men standing in the doorway, easily slipping into the lie that you and Legend invented.

“Your mom?” Agent Campbell looks confused.

“Yeah. Indigo. Who did you think I meant?" You ask.

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Present Day

*Soldier Boy POV*

The longer Ben sat in the motel room the more he thought of you. It wasn’t unusual. Ben was always thinking of you, even before he fucked everything up and before you two became supes, Ben rarely thought about anyone else. He hated that he did that, hated that you were always on his mind because he believed that he shouldn’t care about you as much as he did. Because why would you want someone like him? He was a fuck up before and after the serum and you deserved better. You always had deserved better.

When his cage had finally opened your name had been on his lips. He was ready to see you again, tell you how sorry he was, and how much he loved you. He hoped that it was you finally coming to take him away, but it wasn’t.

Y/n said she never wanted to see you again. Of course it wasn’t her.

He sighs and takes a bite of cheeseburger. His first one in 40 years, that the British fuck had gotten him, but it tastes like sandpaper, because he can't focus on anything but you.

"Well we know a few of your old team members are already dead." Butcher breezes pacing in the dingy motel room. "Countess, Gunpowder, Indigo-"

Ben reaches for his knife to grind up the oxy on the table in front of him, hoping that the pills will bring more relief than the whiskey.

It had been three days since he got out of Russia. Two since he visited Legend, when Legend told him that you were dead and Ben threw Legend's red armchair through the window of his apartment.

When Legend said it, Ben couldn't breathe, couldn't grasp that you were really gone. He didn't want to believe it.

You were all he thought the past 40 years, you were the only reason why he wanted to get the fuck out of Russia. He hated himself for what he had done, felt that he deserved the torture, but it was nothing compared to how he had tortured himself over the years.

The last thing he said to you often replayed in his mind and the way you looked when he said it burned against his eyes at night. He hadn't meant to hurt you, he didn't want to hurt you, never did. You were his oldest friend, the only person he knew that could be honest with him, call him out on all his shit, the only person who knew the real him, and the only person he could trust to be the voice of reason when he lost his temper.

And he threw you away like you meant nothing to him, when you were the only person who meant everything, the one person that he actually gave a fuck about.

Ben thought about your last night together often, remembered the dinner in the little restaurant when you wore a dress the color of his suit and looked more beautiful than he'd ever seen you as you danced to the song that always made him think of you. Remembered how he felt when he finally took you to bed, how each time you cried out his name it made him feel proud that it was him making you feel that way, that you wanted him as much as he had wanted you for so long.

Of course, then the memory of the next morning broke in his mind. When he woke up before you and held you closer than he'd held anyone else, slowly stroking your back and watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you slept and allowing himself to feel at peace. He couldn’t stop smiling in that moment because you genuinely wanted him to hold you close to him. When he woke up with you in his arms when you were children he feared that you wouldn’t want him to hold you, so he always pulled away, afraid of the rejection. He felt rejection from his father, but Ben knew that if you ever rejected him he wouldn't recover.

And then I rejected her, like a dumb fuck.

Ben was not a cuddler, he didn't think it was manly, but being there with you the morning after was different, and he believed he could have laid there for eternity listening to the soft beat of your heart where you rested against his chest and watch the gentle rise and fall of your body as you breathed. He had trailed his fingers along your spine as you laid on his chest, happy for the first time in his life.

When you told him that you loved him, he had been stunned. He remembered the soft blush of your cheeks and wide smile as you said it. He had wanted to say it back, to hear you say it once more, and to make love to you again while he said it- because he knew that’s what you had done together. He had fucked a lot of women, but that night with you was different, he cared how you felt, wanted it to be good for you, wanted to be everything you needed.

But the thought of you loving him scared him.

As much as it made him a pussy, Ben understood that it scared him.

You shouldn't love him because he didn't think that he could be what you wanted, that after all these years he couldn't be enough for you, and he believed that he shouldn't care for anyone as much as he did for you, because that meant weakness. That meant that every time you were on a mission together he would have to worry about you more than anything else. And Soldier Boy couldn't be weak.

So he pushed you away and ran to Countess. Ben's jaw tightens.

The psychotic bitch that sold me out. 

It had surprised him, how recently she had died. Butcher hadn't taken responsibility for it as he had for Gunpowder, which made Ben curious as to who had done it.

"Are you sure that Indigo is dead?" Ben asks taking another bite of the hamburger, but it still tastes like nothing.

He wondered if that was because you were gone and then wondered if he'd ever be able to taste anything ever again.

"What?" Hughie looks up from his bag of food. "Why would you think that?"

"Countess. Y/n hated her." Ben takes a swig from the bottle of whiskey on the table to try and dissipate some of the sadness he felt when he thought of you being gone. "Who told you that y/n was dead?"

"Her daughter." Hughie answers.

Ben freezes, his muscles tightening as a sickening feeling rises in the pit of his stomach. "She-she had a kid?" The thought made jealousy burn in his chest. Someone else had loved you, someone else had been man enough to say the thing that kept him up at night.

Of course she had a kid. She said she wanted a family. I was just too fucking stupid and couldn't admit that I wanted to give her that, to give her anything she wanted because I fucking love her. Did I really think she was going to wait for me? After everything I did to her? After everything I said? 

"Yeah-" Butcher shrugs. "Spitting image of her."

"She looks like her?" The thought of seeing you smile again makes something stir in his chest.

But it wouldn't be y/n. Ben reasons to himself. Because she’s gone.

His hand tightens on the bottle of whiskey and he’s surprised it doesn’t shatter in his hand as a wave of sadness comes over him. The memory of you and him at Fairmount Park, when you painted him briefly flashes across his mind and he allows himself to bask in your smile for a few fleeting moments before it’s gone. It makes him feel like he’d taken a knife to the chest at the thought that he’d never see it again and never hear you laugh.

"Yeah. Calls herself the same thing." Butcher continues.

"I want to meet her." Ben states taking one last drag of whiskey from the bottle.

"What?" Hughie chokes on his food.

Ben stands up. "I want to meet her. Where is she?"

"Oi, I don't think that's a good idea. She didn't really seem too keen on seeing you-"

"What do you mean?" Ben spits back, eyes narrowing.

Hughie shifts in his seat uncomfortably and Ben can hear Hughie's heartbeat quicken in fear.

"Don't be a pussy and just tell me." Ben snaps, becoming angry.

"She didn't want to talk too much about her mom. But she did mention how upset her mom was with you." Hughie states.

Ben felt the memories of the past creep up on him again.

Of course she was upset.

He remembered how broken you had looked the night you caught him and Countess. The look on your face forever sealed in his memory. He’d never seen you look so small. Honestly he was surprised that you hadn’t killed Countess that night. If he had walked in on anybody fucking you after the night you shared together, he knew that he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from killing them.

Because you were his.

He thinks about Howard briefly. Ben had almost killed him before you were supes when he called you his at the dance. It was also difficult to walk away when Howard hurt you.

Ben’s thoughts drift back to Countess. Her body had been burned beyond recognition, but her head was no longer attached. It would have taken an extreme amount of force for someone to do that.

Could she still be alive?

Ben thought about your ability. He was the only one who knew what it really was, that you didn't just come back from the dead, that your body was able to take the power of any supe that killed you. It made you incredibly indestructible, more invulnerable than him, even though he didn't want to admit that. He liked the thought that he was stronger than you because it meant that you needed him to protect you. He liked the thought that you needed him.

The day you both figured it out momentarily dances across his mind, making him tighten his jaw.

He remembered the sound of the gun and how you immediately pushed him out of the way to take the bullet for him, because you didn't know he was bulletproof and your gut reaction was to protect him.

Ben remembered how he held you when you took your last breath, watched the fear and pain in your eyes, mirrored in his own body at the thought of losing you, of trying to exist in a world where you weren't there. It was how he felt now.

Purposeless.

He remembered the broken feeling that rose in his chest when he heard your heart beat for the last time and how he begged internally for you to come back to him, because he didn't want to live if it meant losing you. He remembered gently brushing your hair back from your face as relief swelled in his chest when you came back and he clung to you like you had been gone a millennia. Of course after he had yelled at you for being so stupid, for putting yourself in that situation, tried to act like he didn't care as much as he did, but you'd only yelled back and refused to listen to him.

She was just so damn stubborn all the time.

"I don't care. I want to talk to her." Ben grabs the black leather coat that Butcher brought him and changes into a dark t-shirt and a pair of jeans. "Take me to her."

Butcher rolls his eyes. "Well, she did call the other day and say that she had some information for me." Butcher shrugs. "Let's go."

"But-" Hughie interjects.

"Oi Hughie. Calm down."

"She lost her mother. I don't think she wants any reminders of that."

"I promise I'll be gentle, cupcake." Ben rolls his eyes and pushes past Hughie to the door, the thought of seeing you again or just someone who shared your face enough to make him feel something for the first time in forty years.

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"Oi, Y/n you in there." Butcher presses the call button on the outside wall of the brick apartment building.

Ben looks up and down the street, noting the people who are walking down the cracked sidewalks. It was weird to be back in New York, to be in a city that he lived in for so long and feel out of place. Hughie had tried to explain some things to him about the new century, but Ben was still confused, and honestly he didn’t care. The only thing he could focus on was you and the possibility of you living here.

Not you. He corrected. But maybe. He still didn't quite believe that you were dead, that you could die.

A minute passes and Ben is tired of waiting. He confidently walks up to the glass front door, and pulls with  enough of his superstrength to break the lock and open it.

"What are you doing?" Hughie whispers following behind him, but Ben ignores the question strutting straight to the stairwell.

"What floor?"

"8th." Butcher says.

When they finally reach your door Ben pauses. He's not sure if he can look you in the eye, not after all of these years, if it really is you. And if it wasn't then what? What would I say to her daughter?

The thought makes the fear that he refuses to acknowledge grip his chest, the fear that you were dead followed by the feeling of purposelessness that seemed to follow him since he heard the news.

If it is her daughter, maybe she’ll tell me if y/n suffered, if she died thinking that I hated her.

The memory of the fight stirs in his chest as Butcher knocks on the door and waits. But nobody answers.

"Must not be home." Hughie shrugs. "We could call her-" He begins to say, but Butcher deftly picks the lock and the door swings open into the darkness.

As soon as Butcher opens the front door of the apartment and Ben steps through, all he smells is you. It's enough to confirm in his heart that it is you and not your daughter. He felt something in his chest stutter to a halt as he inhales the familiar scent of lavender and lemons. It was everywhere, all around him, flooding his senses. 

And for the first time in forty years he felt comfort, at peace. For a moment all thoughts of revenge, rage, and justice fades from his mind and he is left with the memory of you.

Ben immediately is transported back to those quiet moments when he settled into bed next to you after climbing through your window. When you would fall asleep before him and curl against him subconsciously, your hair tickling his cheeks and sending the soft smell over him. The nights when he’d wrap his arm around you as soon as you fell asleep because he was afraid to do it when you were awake, afraid that you would reject him like so many others did. Those nights with you outweighed any other time in his life. He remembered that each time he crawled through your window you smiled up at him, were happy to see him, so different than the home he left behind, where his father wouldn't look at him.

He remembered the nights after you took Compound V, when even after a hard day when he was a dick, you still allowed him into your bed, allowed him to sleep next to you. Those quiet moments in the late hours of the morning when you cuddled into his side and muttered words in your sleep that he couldn’t understand all the while he brushed your hair back from your face stayed with him. As much as he refused to admit to anyone, refused to show any emotion, being there with you, felt more like home than anywhere else.

That's why he asked you to come with him in the first place. He couldn't leave you behind. Maybe that was selfish of him, but he would not pretend to be unselfish, not when it came to you.

He thinks about all the suitors that he scared away before him and you left Philadelphia, all his friends who expressed interest in you only to have him drive them away, and of course the one that wouldn't leave. The one that bought you jewelry and finally asked you to marry him, another reason why Ben convinced you to come with him.

The jealousy was familiar. Ben didn't want to leave you behind, the thought that some other man would possess you or love you made his chest hurt. You were his. No one felt the way about you that he did, never would. No one would know you, care about you or understand you like he did, and no one knew you as long as he did. And although Ben had trouble expressing it, he knew that he loved you, he hated himself for being unable to say it. He couldn’t decide if admitting that he loved you made him a pussy or it was his fear of telling you that made him one.

Ben looks around the apartment, noticing the artwork on the walls, the messy studio table, and smiles. He remembered the way you always had a sketchbook with you, he used to tease you about it,  but you would only roll your eyes at him and continue to draw. He loved watching you sketch, watching how focused you were as you created something so effortlessly. He remembered watching you paint with the watercolors he got you, feeling a swell of pride that he was the one who started that love. Ben had been afraid to give them to you, afraid that it was too thoughtful, but then he remembered how widely you smiled, how happy you had been.

The apartment felt like you.

And by now again he knows that it is you and perhaps that's worse, because now he has to face you and he doesn't know how to fix this, any of it.

You weren’t like him or anyone else. You didn’t bend under easy promises and gifts like the other women he had been with over the years. Your ability to read him and understand him meant that you were special. And you were. You were special to him.

He moves forward towards the darkened hallway.

"Hey wait-" He hears Hughie say behind him, but Ben ignores him.

Ben finds your bedroom easily and the smell grows when he opens the door. He takes in the controlled chaos of the room before his eyes fall on the suitcase on the large bed.

Where was she going?

Ben pulls your supe suit out of the bag and smiles at the memory of the day you first tried it on. You never wore anything form fitting, hid your shape under shirts and pants, but the day he saw you in this for the first time made his breath catch in his chest. He knew that you thought you were fat, but Ben never believed that. He loved every curve of your body, loved to trace them with his eyes when you weren’t looking  and when you finally let him take you to bed, his hands. Seeing you in the suit for the first time was almost enough to push him over the edge, but he kept it together.

He notices the plane ticket on the edge of the bed, beneath the bag, and he pulls out the printed piece of paper, reading the fine print.

She was going to Russia. She was going to come get me even after I-

The emotion that rises in Ben's chest is unfamiliar. He did not like giving in to emotions the same way others did because he believed that made him weak, a lesson his father had ingrained into his mind. But this time he doesn't attempt to push it down. The plane ticket crumples in his hand as his jaw clenches tight. A part of him was relieved, relieved to know that somewhere deep down you still cared about him, maybe that meant that you would be willing to see him.

But he still didn’t know how to fix this. He'd never been good with words or apologizing or, well, love in general. He’d never loved anyone before you. He frowns at the thought of all the meaningless flings he'd had in the past. There was only one relationship with a woman he'd ever been in, with you, and he'd fucked it all up.

He kneels and reaches under your bed, looking for the box he knows will be there. It's a dark rosewood, one from your bedroom when you were a kid, but now it holds a different value. Ben sits on the end of your bed and opens it.

He had caught you with it a few times, usually when you started drinking or on your birthday, always on your birthday. It's why he never let you stay at home, he made sure you came out with him, because your mind would drift when you were alone and Ben didn't like the dark places it took you.

Ben rarely liked leaving you alone. Whenever he was on movie shoots in another country he would call you just to hear your voice, and even when he went to bed with someone else and they fell asleep he would stay up thinking of you, wondering if you missed him as much as he missed you, and wondering if you could sleep without him because he couldn’t sleep without you. Another reason why he pushed you away, believing that it made him weak.

The photo on top is unfamiliar to him, it's newer, and shows you standing with a young brunette woman outside of a college dorm. He traces the lines of your face with his thumb. He hadn't seen a picture of you in forty years, but you were just as beautiful as he remembered. The one that follows is also unfamiliar, you holding a baby wrapped in a pink blanket, the baby’s hand wrapped around your index finger, and you looking down at it like it's your whole world.

The look in your eyes does something to him. He remembered when you looked at him like that, the morning when you woke up next to him and whispered those four little words to him that he always wanted to hear while holding his face tenderly between your palms, "I love you Ben."

When things got bad in Russia he would strain to remember the memory, remember the way you looked at him, the way the words sounded falling from your lips. The words that he always wanted to hear you say. The morning that he wished he could change and the disastrous night he wished never happened.

"We shouldn't be here." Hughie says to Butcher in the living room.

"She ain't home. We'll go when he wants to leave." Ben hears Butcher respond.

But Ben knew that he didn't want to leave, wouldn't want to leave. He had spent the past forty years away from you and he didn't want to spend anymore time apart from you, even if that made him a pussy, he didn't care.

"This isn't a good idea. Y/n didn't want him here-" Hughie tries again

"Oi, look at this. She's looking at flights." Butcher states, when he notices the laptop on the counter.

"What?" Hughie asks.

"If it ain't her, how would she know about Russia?" Butcher says back. Ben hears a rustling like Butcher is going through the trashcan “And take a look at this-“

Ben shuts out their conversation and pulls other photos out, finally pulling out strip of paper from a Photo Booth. It was the day he took you to a baseball game,  before you were supes. You’d never been to one before and Ben had only been to the one his father took him to, when his dad got drunk and forgot Ben was with him. Ben frowns for a second but then looks back at the collection of photos on the strip. It was a good day. He had bought you a ridiculous hat, and you'd sat next to him looking radiant in the sunlight like you always did sketching him. Ben loved it when you drew him, it made him happy to know that when you looked through the pages of your sketchbook later that you were thinking of him. He often wondered if you thought of him as much as he thought of you. You'd both gotten drunk on cheap beer and when a woman yelled at you for being unladylike you flipped her the bird and said some choice words that made the tips of the woman’s ears turn pink.

Ben loved that about you, that you never seemed to care what others thought of you, especially your friendship with him. Everyone you knew had told you to keep a wide berth from him, but you didn’t listen.

Ben traces your young face in the photo with his fingertip.

Maybe she should have.

He turns back and pulls out a yellowed photo of you and your mother. Ben frowns at the expression on your face. You were never happy when she was around. He hated your mother, not just because she hated him, but he hated what she did to you. He hated that she made you feel ugly, when you were the most beautiful woman that he'd ever seen. Even as teenagers, Ben couldn’t help but notice how pretty your figure was and how you filled out the soft dresses you wore when you went with him on adventures through the city. He never thought you were too fat, if anything he liked your curves. The night you were finally together he worshipped them, wanted you to know that you were beautiful, to understand that he saw your beauty, because he knew that you still thought about what your mother said to you. He hated that she had such a hold on your life even though she had been dead for so long.

He hears a rattle along the bottom of the box and when he picks up the source of the noise he immediately wishes he hadn't.  It's a single pearl, and Ben understands what it's from. It's from the necklace he bought you for your birthday, the one that you ripped off your neck when you found him with Countess. He had agonized over whether or not to get it for you, thought that maybe it was too thoughtful or rather was too romantic. But the look on your face when you opened the box made him feel like he’d swallowed the sun.

Ben's teeth clench together as a wave of guilt crashes over him remembering what he yelled at you, remembering what he did to you. He thought that it had been what he needed to do, that he needed to push you away because he didn't want to care about anyone else, at least not the way he cared about you.

He hadn’t thought it would hurt as much to say those things to you, but it had all but ripped his own heart out.

But even before you found them together all Ben felt was guilt. He wasn’t enjoying anything he was doing to Countess, all he wanted was to do those things with you. He thought it was necessary, that by doing those things with her he could somehow clear his head of you, but all it did was make him feel guilty and want you more.

He thinks about the days that followed before his mission in Nicaragua, when he agonized over calling you, over showing up to your apartment, but he couldn't. He couldn't face you.  He hadn't been able to sleep those nights before the mission and wanted desperately for you to be there with him.  Ben couldn't sleep when you weren’t with him. He hated that he'd finally gotten you and then lost you so quickly.

Ben notices a velvet box, and he sighs when he opens it. It's an engagement ring, the engagement ring that you showed him the night he asked you to come with him.

He briefly wonders if you thought that was his version of a proposal. That you believed, turning your back on your family and coming with him meant more.

I’m such a fucking idiot. I should’ve-

“It really is a shitty ring.” He mutters. And it was, it was all wrong for you. Ben knew what you liked and he couldn’t believe that this was what that asshole got you.

Why did she keep it? Because she wanted to remember what her life could have been like if I didn’t ask her to come?

Ben remembers when he asked you if he ruined your life, before everything exploded. He imagined that after that night you changed your answer, because how could you look at him, let alone want to be around him after what he did to you?

Ben examines the ring again allowing the memory of the night you showed it to him push its way into his mind. He remembered being scared, of course he’d never admit that, he wasn’t a pussy, but he acutely remembered the moment you showed it to him. The fear of losing you that struck him when he noticed it on your finger, as the weight of what it represented settled on his shoulders. He knew that the asshole who proposed would quickly turn you against him, and this time you’d believe it because you loved that dick or-

Ben reconsidered. She didn’t love him because she came with you. She loved you.

He remembers again what it was like to be with you in  bed, when you whispered those words so tenderly to him and is struck with guilt all over again.

You had looked almost sheepish when you showed me the ring, like you were afraid to tell me-

Of course she was afraid to tell you. She wanted you to propose but you didn’t instead you fucking ruined her life and strung her along for 40 fucking years-

He never understood how you did that. Survived all those years with him while he fucked his way through everything that crossed his path. How you continued to stand by him when he was a dick to you and so many others. And yet you never let any other man into your life.

He remembers the night after you got between him and Noir, remembers asking you if you wanted to marry Howard, but you said no. The other things you said struck something within him. When you said you wanted someone to come home to, someone who would love you, a family. He remembers how you looked the night of your birthday in the restaurant, how you watched the couples around your table and smiled. He knew what you were thinking, and he had tried to show you that he could be that for you by taking your hand where it rested on the table even though it went against every instinct he had. He wanted so badly to give you those things, to make you happy. Ben didn’t want you to find that with anyone else. He would have loved to have a family with you, to be with you always the way you were always there for him, or were until he fucked it all up. He remembers asking you to marry him, apart of it had been a joke, just to gauge your reaction, but deep down he was curious. He hadn't expected it to hurt so much when you laughed him off.

Ben sighs. When you spoke about leaving Payback he was worried, worried that it meant you would leave him too and then who would he have? No one. It’s why he spent so many nights in your bed, with you curled up beside him. He didn’t want to be anywhere else.

He shuts the ring box with a snap and throws it back inside. The memory of the night you spent together is just on the edge begging to be let in. Ben indulged in that memory many times over the years, letting it strengthen him. Remembered every detail. It was the first time that he actually cared what someone else wanted in bed. He remembered how your cheeks blushed when you told him that you’d never had sex before and how you said that you wanted it to be him. He never imagined that you would want him the same way that he’d wanted you all those years.The exact reason why he drowned himself in so many other women, because he thought that’s what he needed to do. Because you deserved someone better than him, you always had.

The thought is immediately followed by what he yelled at you in the bathroom at the premiere, when he turned something that you believed to be special, one of the happiest nights of his life, into a cheap fuck.

He remembered the broken expression on your face. He'd never seen you look so small. Ben always admired how strong you were, but as soon as he said those things to you, he watched you crumble when he broke your heart.

Worse still was when he grabbed you. He fights the shudder, remembering how he grabbed onto your arms. As many times as you’d stood between him and the source of his anger, he’d never laid a hand on you but that night, he was just so damn frustrated. You were looking at him with those big eyes of yours that always saw through him, understood him, and he was frustrated because he wanted to tell you that he loved you that he always had loved you but he couldn’t. He couldn’t admit it because he was a man and damn it a man didn’t show emotions and he was Soldier Boy he didn’t need anyone-

His jaw clenches together so tight that he hears the click of his teeth.

But he did. He knew that all he needed was you.

I’m such a fucking asshole. Y/n doesn’t need me and I don’t deserve her-

Ben raises his head to look at your bedroom door as he hears the front door of your apartment swing open. And he freezes.

Because why would you want to see him? He had ruined your life.

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A/N: Alright everybody we made it to the chapter right before the reunion!!! What will happen? Will she forgive him? Who knows?! Even me, honestly. 😂

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[fooled-around-and-fell]

The Two of Us

Summary: Joel unexpectedly meets an old friend near Jackson City.

Characters: Joel Miller x female reader

Genre: romance

Warnings: mention of death (not main characters), killing a loved one

a/n: I'm back from my hole to write about this fine, fine man.

please note that some stuff may not be the same as the game/series.

Joel and Tommy were out scouting a horde of infected, they were sent by Maria early that morning. Joel's had a bad feeling the entire ride there, so he kept an eye out.

"Alright, that was the last one." Tommy said as he got on his horse. "Let's head back."

Joel's horse followed Tommy, but Joel came to a halt when he heard noises. "Wait." He motioned Tommy to go around the back of the bush from where he heard the noise.

He got off his horse, shotgun in hand, as he silently stepped on the snow, careful not to be seen. Joel turned his body around the bush, his shotgun ready to fire. He was met with another gun by his head.

"Drop it." You commanded, clicking your gun.

"No," Tommy clicked his gun from behind you, "You drop it."

Joel moved away from his position and faced you, there was a frown of confusion but also of relief. "Y/N?"

"Joel?"

After Tommy and Joel cleared that you weren't infected, Joel took you back to his house. The ride back was more like an interrogation, no one's ever heard from you -- not like people knew who you were.

You weren't as sociable as Joel, though he's not one himself, but he had friends. You mostly kept to yourself, even back in the Quarantine Zone, the only person you could let in your life was Joel.

"So where have you been all this time?" Joel asked, pouring a glass of whiskey for you. "I haven't seen you in... what, 5 years?"

You took a sip of the liquor. "I've just been around. Trying to survive, don't really have a goal in mind."

He nodded, "How did you uh.. how did you get out?"

You smiled bitterly. "When you left, a lot of people suddenly started disappearing. I didn't know if they just started killing people or what, but something in me snapped and decided I didn't want to live like that anymore."

"So I sneaked out. It wasn't easy, but I followed some guys and got out." You continued, "Made some friends along the way, lost some.. and here I am."

"How'd you find this place?" Tommy asked.

His suspicious tone didn't go unnoticed by you. "I grew up in Jackson. I just wanted to go home, didn't know there'd be survivors here."

"There's quite a few of us here. It's not much, but we survive." Joel explained. "Tommy, go talk to Maria for me. Y/N can meet her after a night's rest."

You raised a brow at Joel's demands, but said nothing. Tommy did as he was told and left you and Joel alone.

Joel didn't say anything. He just took in the sight of you, he couldn't believe you're alive. The Y/N he knew 5 years ago did not know how to fight, let alone survive in the wild.

You were also looking at Joel in return. He looked much older, but that was definitely not a bad thing. If anything he looked even hotter. Joel seemed more careful, but also more open at the same time. You didn't know his story for the past 5 years, but it definitely took a toll on him.

"Joel?"

"Hey," Joel greeted, a wary glance around the corner. "Mind if I come in?"

"No, of course not."

Joel was already a friend. He offered you oxy one time but you didn't want it. Everyone had trouble sleeping at that point, but you figured you'd rather be awake than numb the pain.

That sparked an interesting conversation with the man.

"Everything okay?"

Joel sighed, "I'm leaving tomorrow night. You might not see me again."

"...oh." You didn't know what to say. "Good luck."

He nodded, "I just wanted to tell you.. cause.. I guess in case you'd be wondering where I went."

"Thanks."

Joel gave you one last look before leaving. "If you ever get out of here one day... I hope we meet again."

Joel left you to shower and prepared your room. He'd get you your own place tomorrow, but since it's late you'll just have to stay at his for a night.

He brought your bag into your room and noticed an empty bullet case that you turned into a keychain. He recognized that bullet -- it was the one he gave you and had carved your name on it as a birthday gift.

"Thanks for letting me stay here." You said, not noticing what Joel was looking at.

"You still have it." Joel commented, motioning to the bullet case.

"Ah.. yeah. It's important to me. I keep it as a lucky charm." You explained, a blush slowly made its way to your cheeks. "I killed a clicker with it, had to search for the case too, but it's worth it."

Joel sat on the bed next to you. His hand holding your face while he examined every nook and cranny. You can feel your heart racing, but you've never felt more at home.

You lean into his touch and Joel took your hand, bringing it to his lips. "I'm glad you're okay."

You admitted. "I've missed you. So much."

"Me too, darling. Me too." Joel captured your lips with his, tongues dancing hungrily for the amount of years you both missed.

You climbed onto Joel's lap while his hands roamed around your body, trying to get you out of your clothes. He stopped when he came across a new scar -- and there was a lot.

"I know," You sighed, "they're not pretty to look at."

"Don't kid yourself, sweetheart." He whispered, "All of these scars... you're a fighter, a survivor. It shows that you're brave, and I love every. single. one. of. them." He said in between kisses.

"Joel..."

"Yes, princess?"

You gave him a knowing look. Of course Joel knew what it meant, what you wanted, what you needed. It was just like old times.

While Joel was in the shower, you took it upon yourself to check the pictures in his room. There was one of him and Sarah, and there was another one of him with another girl.

Does Joel have another daughter? Ellie's her name, you saw the note on the back. There was also his guitar, his books, he didn't really change.. not that you know of.

"You know curiosity killed the cat." Joel said as he took you by surprise from behind. "What were you looking at, huh?"

You chuckled. "Just some pictures, tried to figure out who you are now before I can ask questions."

"All you gotta do is ask." Joel smiled, putting on his shirt.

You leaned against his table while he laid on his bed. "Something easy first. What have you been doing for the last 5 years?"

Joel explained his journey (short version) of meeting Ellie, losing friends, their bond, and you could tell he loved the girl as if she was his own daughter.

"My turn."

"Ugh, haven't you guys interrogated me enough already?"

"That was the official stuff. Now it's me who's asking." He had a smile on his face, but it faltered. "You said you made friends and lost them too. Tell me about that."

You pursed your lips and sat next to him. "His name was James. He saved me when I was surrounded, and we camped together. He was a good friend, but he got bit." You sighed, "He begged me to end his suffering.. So I did."

Joel knew you were just telling the story without really telling him what happened, but he didn't want to pressure you. He really just wanted to know what you've been through.

"I'm sorry, darling." He kissed your forehead. "Similar thing happened to Tess. She got infected while we were trying to transport Ellie. She sacrificed herself and saved us."

You held each other for a little while. Losing friends was part of life now, it was normal, but it was still a loss.

"Um, next question." Joel changed the subject. "Are you staying here? In Jackson? Would you like to?"

You haven't thought about that. You don't know where to go, cause your first goal was just to arrive in Jackson. Now that people are living here... should you join them?

"You know you're welcome to stay. And... I'd like it if you'd stay."

"Can I answer that with a question?"

Joel didn't protest.

"Are your feelings still the same?"

He smiled longingly, cupping your face with his hands again. "It hasn't changed for me, darling. Both have changed as people, so if that means getting to know you all over again.. I'd do it all over again."

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[seabeck]

Anyone ever used Oxi clean (with the I not the Y) to degrease skulls? I found some forum posts talking about it and it seems really fast but I am curious about long term results/damage

#vulture culture #skull #skull cleaning

[undertale-writing-times]

Ok ok- I haven’t been to this blog In a while (crying for all the posts im too lazy to scroll and see ;w;)

But I’ve seen all these “im pregnant” posts , and had a kinda funny idea. What about “you’re pregnant” with Nightmare (and maybe some nightmare AU’s if you don’t mind-)

Like- maybe he’s unwell for a while , thinks he’s got a sickness coming on and S/O has been keeping an eye on him and one day just looks straight at him randomly and says “you’re pregnant” and sure enough, yep, he was.

Yeah sure! :D I like the idea of this. Some people might not like it, but bleh. If you don't like it, you don't gotta read it ^w^/

I didn't add Passive just cause. And while I was writing them I started feeling really blugh so I didn't do all of them, I hope that's okay!

Nightmare: He had no idea why he was feeling so bad, and he tried his best to ignore it. Yet when he got sick, as in literally threw up, he knew that something was wrong. Plus, he needed more negative energy than normal, which he thought was strange. Nightmare sat at his desk, his head resting against his fist, his eye socket shut. "Nightmare, are you alright?" He opened his socket to look over and saw that it was his datemate, Y/n. "I'm fine. Thank you for asking… what do you need?" "I just wanted to check on you." Over the next few days, he felt worse and kept lashing out, so he made sure to go to random AUs to get as much negative energy as he could. That was until today. Y/n sat on his desk while he was working, "Hey Nightmare?" he hums to show that he heard them, "I think you're pregnant." He pauses at the voice and lifts his head to look at them, confused, then looks down thinking about it. Was there… he rests his hand over where his stomach would be. The goop was there probably covering where the soulling could be forming. "Leave. I need to think about this." Y/n laughs a little, nervously, but they nod and get up heading out. Nightmare didn't like the idea of this, but he was going to try to figure it out.

Oxi: It already knew that something was… different. It tried to keep track of all of the strange things that was happening but its emotions were going everywhere. It lost control more times than not and accidentally messed with, uh, some… people. The fear tasted better than normal and Y/n even joked that it was going to get fat. That did make it laugh as that wasn't something that could happen! It was sitting and trying to relax when it heard noises so its, many eyes, opened and focused on whatever was making the sound. It was Y/n! "Y/n, what do you need?" It asked inside of their head as it normally did. It could tell that Y/n was nervous for some reason. Why? It didn't know. "I wanted to see how you were feeling, you've been acting a little weird." It didn't respond. It knew what Y/n was thinking even before they said anything. Did Y/n really think that? It looks down resting its hand over its stomach, "You think that I'm pregnant?" Y/n blinks then laughs and shakes their head, "I told you not to read my mind anymore… but yeah, I think so." It lets out a hum to show it heard, the tentacles in its mouth squirming faster than normal. Damn.

Gloom: Emotions have been even worse for Gloom lately… He had no idea what was going on, but he knew that something was sucking hard. His body hurt, and his soul felt sick. It was strange… and his brother had been annoying too. "Y/n!" He groans, his head turned back then he walks over and leans against them. They look at him and laugh, wrapping their arms around him to hold him up since he was leaning all his weight on them, "What are you doing?" They ask. He starts to mumble and grumble as he lent on them. His tentacles were down, dragging on the ground slightly behind him. They talk and they ask if he was feeling alright, so he mumbles, "Not really, no. I don't feel good." and starts to explain exactly what was going on. He was just complaining to complain because he knew that Y/n couldn't do anything to help. As they listened they hummed, "I think you're pregnant." He paused hearing that then groans again allowing himself to sink down. Was he covering them in his goop? Yes, but blah. Damn it.

Envy: He had been ignoring it. The sickness sinking through his body, how his soul felt so tight and icky. He tried to ignore that and continue working, even though sometimes it was too much for his body to handle. Today was one of those days, so instead he sat in his office his head on his crossed arms, letting out soft grumbles and hisses. Why did he feel so sick? He couldn't even open his eyes without feeling like he was going to throw up.Then he heard the door open so he lifts his tentacles, saying, "Explain why you're in here before I stab you." He heard a laugh and Y/n's voice comes out, "You wouldn't kill your datemate, would you?" He doesn't respond for a few seconds then moves his tentacles down, mumbling, "No… what are you doing in here?" they say that they were just going to come and check on him since he's been acting weird lately, and he agreed. Tied between the sickness and the weird eating habits lately he was really confused. "I have an idea but I don't know if you'd like it." He lifts his head to look at them, waiting for them to continue, and they do by saying, "I think you might be pregnant." that made him pause since… crap, it made sense, but he didn't like the idea of that. He pushes himself to get up and grabs his phone, calling Calamity and telling him to go and get some tests. He'll make the excuse that it's for someone else if anyone asks.

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[xioyume]

A little something I wrote some months ago since I’ve been given green light to post 💙🧡

This is after they become friends and pre-relationship, I hope you like it! 🫶

Days like this were rare to see, days where the two of them were completely alone. María and Elizabeth were working, Oxy and Onnie were out painting, and Maggie was on a date, leaving the house all to themselves. Still, Deuz and Alex preferred to hang out outside.

Lying on a blanket on the grass and with the shade of the tree in the backyard, both teenagers talked about different topics that came to mind (although sometimes they also enjoyed the sound of the wind in silence); during their conversation, the topic of aspirations came up.

"So you do see yourself as a professional singer?" The redhead asked, turning to look at her friend, who nodded. “Heh, I hope you make it. A voice as great as yours deserves to be recognized and rewarded," she answered with a smile.

In an attempt to hide the blush that the compliment caused him, the brown-haired guy turned his head towards the trunk of the tree and asked the girl the same question.

“And you? What do you want to be when you grow up?”. Alex didn't take this behavior seriously and concentrated on answering the question.

“Well, I always wanted to be a pirate when I was a kid, but I don't think crews are accepting new members; especially because we’re in the 21st century,” the girl responded, making both her and her companion laugh. “Seriously though, I would like to dedicate myself to being an artist. I love painting and drawing, and I do see myself one day posing in a famous museum next to some of my work”. She rested her hands on her abdomen, imagining that scenario.

“I see. Although I think you could be a pirate,” said the one with blue eyes, receiving an intrigued look from the taller one. “I mean, pirates explored the world, and you can do the same if you travel for your job as a painter”.

“And what would happen if I can't afford to travel by boat? And what would my treasure be?” Alex asked with a smile.

“Well, you would be a pirate of the skies for going by plane, and your treasure would be what you paint with the inspiration of the places you see,” Deuz answered in the same way.

“Uh, ‘Artist and pirate of the skies’; I like the way that sounds,” said the redhead as she turned to look at the other.

“What can I say? I'm a genius,” the boy said proudly, laying his head on his arms.

“Haha, I guess the ‘genius’ behind the idea also deserves to accompany me on my travels, right?” she mentioned and then gave the shorter one a light elbow, but she wasn’t prepared for his next words.

“Travel the world with you? Is that a date, Alex?” he asked with a certain mocking tone, causing the color to rise to his friend's face.

“Hahaha, you wish!”. Now it was her turn to turn around to hide her blush.

What Deuz didn't know was that Alex had meant it, and she didn't know that he did want to explore the world with her.

Versión en español acá 👇

Días como éste eran raros de ver, días donde estuvieran ellos dos completamente solos. María y Elizabeth estaban trabajando, Oxy y Onnie habían salido a pintar, y Maggie estaba en una cita, dejándoles la casa toda para ellos. Aún así, Deuz y Alex preferían pasar el rato afuera.

Acostados en una manta sobre el césped y con la sombra del árbol en el patio, ambos adolescentes hablaban de distintos temas que les vinieran a la cabeza (aunque aveces también disfrutaban del sonido del viento en silencio); durante la conversación que llevaban, surgió el tema de las aspiraciones.

-¿Entonces sí te ves como un cantante profesional?- preguntó la pelirroja volteando a ver a su amigo, el cual asintió. -Je, espero que sí lo logres. Una voz tan genial como la tuya merece ser reconocida y recompensada- respondió con una sonrisa.

En un intento por ocultar el sonrojo que le provocó el cumplido, el de cabello café giró su cabeza hacia el tronco del árbol y le hizo la misma pregunta a la chica.

-¿Y tú? ¿Qué quieres ser cuando seas mayor?-. Alex no le tomó importancia a este comportamiento y se concentró en responder a la pregunta.

-Bueno, siempre quise ser pirata cuando era niña, pero no creo que las tripulaciones estén aceptando nuevos integrantes; más que nada porque estamos en el siglo 21- respondió la de ojos magenta, haciendo que tanto ella como su acompañante rieran. -Ya enserio, quisiera dedicarme a ser artista. Adoro pintar y dibujar, y sí me veo algún día posando en un museo famoso junto a alguna obra mía-. Reposó sus manos sobre su abdomen, imaginando ese escenario.

-Ya veo. Aunque creo que sí podrías ser una pirata- dijo el de ojos azules, recibiendo una mirada intrigada por parte de la más alta. -Digo, los piratas exploraban el mundo, y tú puedes hacer lo mismo si viajas por tu trabajo de pintora-.

-¿Y qué pasaría si no me alcanza para viajar en barco? ¿Y cuál sería mi tesoro?- preguntó Alex con una sonrisa.

-Pues serías una pirata de los cielos por irte en avión, y tu tesoro sería lo que pintes con la inspiración de los lugares que veas- respondió Deuz de igual forma.

-Eh, “Artista y pirata de los cielos”; me gusta cómo suena eso- dijo la pelirroja mientras volteaba a ver al contrario.

-¿Qué quieres que te diga? Soy un genio- dijo el chico con orgullo, recostando su cabeza sobre sus brazos.

-Jaja, supongo que el “genio” detrás de la idea merece acompañarme también en mis viajes, ¿no?- mencionó y luego le dió un ligero codazo al más bajo, pero la chica no estaba preparada para sus siguientes palabras.

-¿Recorrer el mundo contigo? ¿Acaso es una cita, Alex?- preguntó con cierto tono burlón, provocando que el color se le subiera a la cara a su amiga.

-¡Jajaja, ya quisieras!-. Ahora fue el turno de ella de voltearse para ocultar su sonrojo.

Lo que Deuz no sabía es que Alex lo había dicho enserio, y ésta no sabía que él sí quería explorar el mundo a su lado.

#five nights at freddy’s high school #fnafhs #fnafhs writing #fnafhs deuz #fnafhs oc #fnafhs alex #oc x canon #my writing

[hugozboom]

Enabler

FEZCO X READER

TW: Language. Drugs.

plot: after you have a panic attack over lost drugs fez just wants you to quit.

lowercase intended

enjoy!

you lye in your bed feeling as if you are spinning. the adrenaline rush felt so good. you thought back to the fight you had with your boyfriend, now ex boyfriend, earlier about your addiction. your parents were loaded but never around making your house the perfect place for a huge party.

you stumbled down the stairs onto the couch in the first living room and called everyone you knew...and they called everyone they knew and so on.

soon and fast your house filled with everyone in town, including fezco, your now current ex.

you found yourself losing your high, putting you in a bad and spiteful mood. you found yourself dancing on everyone at the party trying to keep a good spirit but you felt the eyes.

while grabbing a drink you bumped into ashtray. he shook his head, "you're playing a really dangerous game y/n."

"we both know im great at pissing people off," you poured pink whitney into your red cup, "that's what im doing."

"come on you know that's such a bad idea. why don't you just get clean," you rolled your eyes and walked away. you snuck into your bedroom pulling out your secret stash of oxy, the stash you hid in your closet since fez tended to sleep over often. as you placed the pills on your tongue you heard a few knocks.

"y/n. hey we need to talk," fez stated on the other side. you swallowed hard and scrambled to hide the drugs, "hang on," you say in a flustered manner. once you swung open the door, your heart ached.

he looked at you with those eyes, the ones you fell in love with...but you started to feel the pills. you started to fidget with your hands as the two of you sat on your bed. completely out of it, you attempted to communicate.

"ion know, i think we should like try again," he was nervous. you were happy to hear him say that but here you were doing the exact thing that led to your break up in the first place.

"i don't know. i'm an addict," you sighed as the giggles rumbled in your stomach, "i need help."

fez nodded, "i know and i wanna help you. i dunno if i can watch you shake ass on anyone else anymore. i need my girl and...i know you can do it for real. it just scared me.  ion wanna lose you y/n," he took a sip of whatever was in his cup.

"that panic attack that you had over the fact that you didn't have drugs, it was scary you know. you shouldn't get like that over some drugs," he eyed you oddly as you zoned out just listening to what he was saying. you were so out of it.

"y/n...?" he called. it sounded like an echo at that point. He shook his head, "you high again...y/n...y/n come on man," he started to get up and leave. you knew if he left it was over, he was so disappointed.

"fez  wait please," you sniffed feeling tears coming as you grabbed his arm, "this was the last time. i was just upset you were mad at me. PLEASE. fez please."

"nah man i don't feel like losing more people. i told you. i'm done."

"fez..."

"it sucks cause i really give a fuck about you,"  he sighed and took your hand off his arm. just like that he left...left you crying and high.

the next day was foggy, school moved slow and soon you were back in your room laying with rue...high again.

"have you ever just thought." you say slowly forgetting what you were going to say. rue smiled, "thought what?"

"fuck em," for you, you meant everyone, for rue she probably meant jules. you both had your fair share with relationships recently. rue and jules just recently broke up. jules took off somewhere and rue stumbled upon you at fez's house. what made you more upset was that fezco gave you drugs first. you had really bad anxiety ever since you left your hometown. the new neighborhood was a big adjustment. so he gave you oxy's first. it just went from there.

"shit i have that meeting thing," rue rolled her self up to her feet, "you goin anywhere...i don't really wanna go back home."

"i'll be here," you say closing your eyes. rue left but the aching in your heart remained. you missed fez. you needed him. he was kind of the only thing keeping you here on earth.

you stuffed yourself into a hoodie and shorts and waddled over to fez's. thankfully he opened the door but he kept the screen door closed.

"what do you want y/n. we all out and i ain't sellin to you no more."

you shook your head, tears streaming down your face, "no no i don't want drugs i came to...i came to uhm talk." you couldn't even look at him.

for once you weren't high. not yet anyways.

"go ahead."

"you not gonna open the door?"

"it depends on what you say."

you sighed and explained to him how much you cared. you did want help but you couldn't do it without him. you WOULDN'T do it without him. ever.

"fez please just help me..please i-i need you and i miss you so fucking much," you slammed your fists into your thighs in frustration.

"you did this to me fez. to hell with all that leaving shit you did this to me and now you gotta make it better. you gotta- you gotta help..." your voice trailed off.

as you looked down you heard the screen door open then you felt a pair of arms wrap around you. just like that you were home and you were ready to become you again.

#fezco one shot #fezco x you #euphoria #euphoria imagine #x reader #reader #y/n #fez #rue euphoria #rue bennett

[fallingforel]

Arabella pt 8 (2)- something has to change

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a/n this is the 2nd part to 8 hope you enjoy this is a lot more sweeter, and it introduces a new insight to a character that we know of but don’t know much about and a little more light hearted towards the end, it doesn’t seem that way but i promise you just read and enjoy.

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y/n's dads POV-

"what the fuck" Denise says from beside me,

"just all of you wait here, I'll find out what's wrong, remember she had to find out what happened to Matty on her own, and if it's one of the worse things imagineable how do you think she could muster up the courage to tell you Denise hmm?" Denise doesn't utter a word back, and so I swipe my things from the wooden table they were sat on and leave the hospital entrance, only to find y/n outside sat on the bonnet of my car smoking a cigarette.

"OI! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING" I shout at her playfully. "Shit dad! I'm sorry." She says jumping down off my bonnet. "no I just meant" I pause jumping on the bonnet of my car her now joining me. "How dare you smoke a cigarette on the bonnet of my car without me" "oh dad! You little shit, I hate you sometimes" she says shoving me lightly adding in a half-hearted laugh at the end of the sentence.

She hands me one chucking her lighter at me, and I light it with ease. and she leans my head on my shoulder and starts sobbing silently this is only obvious because I can feel it and I turn myself to her.

"It's all so shit dad, I couldn't do it" I cock my head to the left and raise my eyebrow, questioning what she meant.

"I couldn't tell Denise, I couldn't tell her, I couldn't tell her that her son, her first born fucking son, Is lying on a hospital bed, barely breathing" she pauses to take a drag out of her cigarette, then continues "he's in a coma, blunt force trauma to the head, he also overdosed: coke, weed, oxy and meth. Not to mention he had alcohol poisioning, think he fell off the ramp after suffering the alcohol poisioning."

"shit so he's worse than we thought then?" "yeah clearly, they also wanted me to make a decision but I needed a proper discussion with everyone, they want a decision before he wakes up dad." "slow down slow down, sweetheart, I'm not getting younger here, my ears can't keep up with your fast speech. what are we talking about?"

She looks at me with the eyes when she's about to give a serious speech, the same ones she gave me when talking about moving to london, the same ones she gave me when we decided to convince me to live with a load of boys, the same ones she gave me when ending it with her ex-boyfriend, so this is how I knew that she was being serious and wasn't fucking about. "whether or not to send him to rehab dad, something has to change, whether it be his lifestyle, the people he's hanging out with or ultimately, the band. All I know though dad, is that something will change and I hate it"

And she threw her hands round my back crying again. I joined my hands round her back rubbing, them "oh darling, It's okay, everything may be bad righ-"

"It's bad dad, I know I know, but how? how was I meant to make that consecutive decsion on my own? what am I gonna do there are so many risks with going with each option, but which option is the least riskiest we need to make the decision aswell, I need the bands manager to sit in on this aswell, doesn't have to say much, shouldn't take much convincing for Jamie Would you be able to host dad?"

"yeah yeah course, and if worse comes to worst, I'm sure we can get turner to come join in on the band, just for rehearsals though, Healy's got a lot of kick left in him, hes not gonna be out of the band just yet, they haven't even made leeds fest yet, I have a feeling we're gonna be there in attendance for them real soon" I say more for the hopes of convincing myself it's true rather than convincing her at this point.

"just leeds Dad? or What about glasto? Was the biggest dream of mattys to play glasto stage." she says teasing at least finding some sort of giggle in all the mess, that has been of the past few hours.

"maybe Glasto would be nice too yeah, but leeds first. We always promised that we'd attend there first."

"yeah I know, was there along for the whole ride dad"

"I won't what about you? what about your modelling career? How's that going? Do you remember that perfume advert you did when you were sixteen? You'd never shut up about it, ended up putting earplugs in half the time the way you were talking about it, until you moved on to the next thing."

"HEY! I KNEW YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE, AND PLEASE IT WAS MY OPENING INTO MY CAREER, and as for your information, I do, I forgot all about it, everyone was looking at me, was wondering why, then going to the hotel realised it was because the advert was plastered everywhere, and I mean everywhere, you name it."

"awwh, but honestly, that day when you came back from the audition, Matty was so happy for you, you could honestly sense, the radiation off of him was like a glow in a sunlight, didn't stop asking me at the kitchen table when you were gonna be back, the only time that boy has ever gotten on my nerves"

Jumping down, I offer my hand so she can take it and she takes it and we link arms

"come on lets go face them tell them together, my little bug" I say placing a kiss on her forehead.

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end of chap 8.

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[jrobertallen]

Melissa Ran Teddy (4)

Full motion hell

When Skinny opened his eyes again he found himself in a hospital bed. The side rails were extended to keep him from bailout and there was even a seat belt keeping him from presumably floating away somewhere.

Good morning! He said to himself.

Good morning a womans voice answered back unexpectedly from somewhere in the room. He wanted to rise up and see his guest but it was at that moment he found his arms were secured by leather cuffs attached to a bed belt drawn over his waste.

Skinny couldn’t see who answered him, but the high pitched voice sounded unique and vaguely familiar.

I don’t have my glasses and I’m blind as a bat without them. Are you a nurse, or a doctor?

No, nothing that prestigious Anthony.

Skinny, he interrupted the voice, call me Skinny. Even my parents call me that, Anthony is dead, he died and Skinny is all that is left.

How are you feeling today, Anthony, for a dead man?

Skinny was instantly pissed at the blatant contradiction coming from whomever owned the voice, he was belted to a bed like a test subject and didn’t require that kind of verbal hassle from a joker.

What is that? Skinny asked, your attempt at a comedy? We don’t have to talk if your not here to help then there is the door! Or restroom. If that’s any kind of door then you can see yourself out or flush yourself away, I don’t care, I’m okay.

Do you like the way smoking Oxy makes you feel? The voice interrupted him back. I bet smack withdrawals are a real humdinger!

Suddenly Skinnys body was writhing with pain, his stomach surged and he wanted to vomit. Every hair on his arms and head felt like small needles prickly and barbed grabbing at his skin in vibrating waves of anguish. His attitude changed from pissed-off to overwhelming depression.

Sounds painful, the voice agreed.

Ouch! He screamed! I need something to make it stop, make it stop!

Skinny’s symptoms were so sudden and intense that armed with a hunting rifle he would have thumbed the trigger right then to escape his burning skin, with a sickness so strong that if he was a prisoner in the French revolution he would have pulled the key cord himself, dropping the guillotine letting his own severed head roll into the catching basket in one final tumble of relief, if only to escape the feeling of overwhelming defeat while enabled with an explosive he would have gladly lit the fuse and held the bomb to his chest to make the suffering stop!

A hand grabbed his chained forearm, instantly the agony drained away, leaving only the feeling of peace and tranquility.

Anthony exhaled and fell back into his bed exhausted. Thank you, how did you do that?

The addiction in you is the person you call Skinny, the person you are on the outside has always been Anthony.

The hand released his forearm. Anthony couldn’t see through his blurry vision whom his visitor was, he only knew the voice was that of a woman, and the cold hand that touched his forearm took away his pain as much as it burned his skin. Even now he felt the hand mark on his wrist tingling.

I can keep the pain out, or return it whenever I choose. You on the other hand have a problem with making decisions. Without needing to smoke or injecting yourself with that excrement, you can live a normal life for a while. You have to choose it, Anthony, but my work has a price, a fee for the passenger, you can call it paying my toll for crossing.

Dammit! He shouted, my name is Skinny!

Before the words left his lips, waves of needle pricks brushed his skin, the sense of dread returning with a severe headache. Skinny cried out! I’m sorry, make it stop!

It didn’t stop, the sensation increased dramatically, his diaphragm hardened and he dry heaved.

Anthony or Skinny will be as you choose, I’ll give you one chance, she said as he squirmed, You can choose to walk on my pathway as Anthony or you can live as Skinny until you decide to end it yourself.

Stop! Stop! He yelled, Ok, my name is Anthony! I’m Anthony! Please!

Then sleep! She said.

Darkness fell.

When Anthony opened his eyes again, the pain was gone and his vision had somehow improved, he could almost see clearly without his missing glasses.

Looking around the room he found himself alone, but his body was still belted to the medical bed. A tube filled with a yellow liquid was taped to his thigh that ran over the side of the bed to a plastic collection bag hanging from a low branch on a medical tree, another tube was connected to a bag half filled with a clear fluid that ran through another tube into his arm .

Anthony assumed he was being helped intravenously and likely had a catheter.

Wires connected to plastic sensors were attached to Anthony’s chest, leading back out to a monitor that clicked every few seconds.

The door opened and a huge man entered. Dressed in a white lab coat the balding giant with a huge red beard looked to be somewhere in his mid 30s. He pulled up a rolling lab seat and smiled at Anthony as he positioned himself beside the hospital bed. I see you finally woke up! That’s Great news! Because frankly I wasn’t sure there for a while, you look like you took one hell of a beating, how are you feeling today?

Anthony remembered the night he spent in Stu’s garage. The memory of the beating he took while being hemmed up set him back for a moment, his heart rate increasing enough to activate the alarm on his heart monitor.

Woops! The doctor said as he cleared the alarm. Touchy subject.

I got my ass kicked up and down the avenue. Anthony lied because he didn’t dare mention what the Kings did to him, I’m happy to be awake let alone alive.

You spent the last 20 hours in a near coma like condition, I was worried you had suffered maybe a concussion or had a slight head injury. The odd thing is, only your body shows an injury. You have a few obvious contusions on your torso and limbs but no broken bones, remarkably your face neck and head are unmarked.

They beat my body up pretty good!

Im Doctor Flower by the way, nice to meet you, We couldn’t give you anything to help because, well, you have indications of needle usage on your arms and feet, so I think you went through some minor withdrawals last night without any medical help while you slept.

I actually feel pretty good, Anthony admitted, better than I felt in Years. Eccept waking up chained to this bed. Anthony pulled at his restraints.

I’ll get a nurse to unbuckle you, in the mean time can I order you anything to eat? Are you hungry? I also need to give you some information and I would like to ask you some personal questions.

Looks like I’m a captive audience, Doctor Flower, could you get the nurse first, I’d like to scratch myself if you don’t mind.

Doctor Flower pressed the nurse call button, a voice chimed through the room speaker and the removal of Anthony’s restraints was ordered.

Those are for your protection, but seems like your awake enough that I don’t have to worry about you falling out of bed anymore.

Who was the woman visiting me earlier, was she some kind of shrink?

Doctor Flower drew a blank. We don’t allow visitors on this floor, but I’ve got two nurses on rotation, Kevin went off about 5 hours after you arrived and is about to come back on, Beatrice is on rounds now, can you tell me what happened?

Just a weird conversation we had about changing my name, something about my nickname.

You were out cold like a stone, if you had a conversation with anyone it could have possibly happened in a dream state or as a memory surfacing.

Doctor Flower pressed the call button and asked for Beatrice a second time.

A moment later a mountain of a woman in her late 50s knocked on the door and entered. Well hello she said in a semi masculine tone, look who is finally up!

Anthony knew right away it wasn’t the shrink he spoke with earlier, but he still listened intently as she and Dr Flower spoke.

Was Anthony awake earlier?

Oh no, she laughed. His heart rate didn’t climb above 45 until about 20 minutes ago when I alerted you. How are you feeling, she asked her patient, did I hear you tell Dr Flower that Anthony was your name?

Beatrice unbuckled Anthony’s wrist straps. Well look at that hand mark on your arm, looks so small. Beatrice compared her own hand with the red mark on his wrist, it must have just came out or I would of noticed it earlier!

Anthony agreed with a head shake and said, maybe I was dreaming about a psychologist visiting, However he had a feeling that the hand print pointed to a different answer, someone was there.

Oh, she agreed, yeah, that happens. Subliminal dreaming can feel so real, was it a good one?

It was alright, just weird.

How are you feeling? Doctor Flower asked again. Any soreness? Have you ever been through withdrawals before? What is your drug of choice?

I used heroine and Oxy.

Oh, those can take some time detoxing, when was the last time you used?

Two days ago, but I’m fine now.

Generally when we see a patient coming down from either of those drugs the withdrawals can be pretty severe, often times it requires monitoring and sometimes methadone and there are other medications I can prescribe you to help ease your anxiety.

I actually feel pretty good and I’m actually hungry for once.

Well bless you! Beatrice beamed, do you prefer Chicken, beef or vegetarian?

Vegetarian please answered Anthony.

Beatrice left to get a lunch for Anthony.

I went down to the center and got you some newer looking used clothing, Dr Flower pointed to a brown paper bag neatly positioned near the bathroom door, surprisingly Anthony could read the letters on the side. Room 812.

I also got you a set of shoes, size 16?

Oh no, eleven, Anthony was shocked for a moment.

Dr Flower started laughing, just kidding. I actually got you 11s.

Oh, that’s actually funny Doc.

Beatrice returned with a lunch for Anthony and had an extra surprise, An orderly brought this up from the lobby, Someone left an envelope addressed to Anthony in room 812! She placed the card and meal on a tray next to his bed. Is there anyone who knows your hear?

I don’t suppose the guys that did this too you are the kind of fellows that write get well letters to their victims, Dr Flower speculated.

Beatrice helped Anthony by adjusting the bed so He could eat his meal sitting up.

Do you live close? The doctor asked while Anthony stuffed his mouth with a spoon full of peas and mashed potatoes.

No, ive been homeless for about 6 months. I was living in the back of my truck but I had to get rid of it to settle a small debt. I’ve got no plans or place to go.

Oh, have you thought about a shelter? There is a men’s home just 4 blocks from here. They allow 2 months as long as your not actively drinking or doing drugs.

I’ll figure something out, I’m never going back to a shelter. Last time I had everything I owned stolen from me.

Beatrice and the Doctor looked knowingly at eachother. Neither presumed Anthony had anything more then the bag of clothes the doctor brought for him.

Okay! Dr Flower agreed, Enjoy your food. Your welcome here for one more night and tomorrow we have to get this room ready for a new patient.

Would you look at that! Beatrice pointed towards the window. It’s that Raven again, he’s was pecking at that window last night.

Wow, said Dr Flower, He must see the food. Scavengers, they’re always on the lookout.

Beatrice walked to the window and pulled the blinds closed. Well we can’t have him scaring our guests

[oxygen-stealer]

'12 Raph is the king of having fan content that makes me say "he would not fucking say that" because he would not fucking say that

#YALL MAKE HIM A STRAIGHT UP BULLY TO HIS BROTHERS #LIKE WTF HE JUST TEASED HIS BROS A LOT #HE WOULDN'T SERIOUSLY PUT THEM DOWN FOR ANYTHING #put some respect on Raphael's name #boy loves his bros n would die for em #so sick of seeing comics where he says something super mean to/about his bros and gets Dr Delicate Touch-ed #he needs dr feelings more than DT #*slowly looks at Rise fandom* this is mostly a you problem #tmnt 2012 #oxy talks-y

[kirby-shippingblog-askyumegen]

Since Yume always starts the.... sus talk, What does Yume think of November? And while we're at it, what does Oxy think of November?

Yume: Eh, I'm kinda indifferent towards November. I don't participate in that one suggestive November challenge that I won't straight up mention here just in case, because I think it's kinda stupid. Didn't stop me from making Oxy fail with my attractive looks~

Oxygen: Y-Yeah. I think November is my 3rd favorite month, because I love diving into piles of autumn leaves! Also, I have tried succeeding in that November challenge that Yume talked about, but I failed in one hour, because I couldn't hold in my Elfilis simping. Unsurprising, I know.

Yume: Hehe~ I guess you really love me that much, huh~?

Oxygen: Y-Y-Yeah... *Oxy raises his scarf out of embarrassment*

#02 kirby #fecto elfilis #oc x oc #ask blog #ask fectogen #no nut november

[gegewrites]

Fezco x reader- Party

Content warning- smoking and drugs , smut minors dni, Nate being a dick.

This contains smut minors dni

This is my original work, I don’t not give the right for you to repost it or translate it anywhere

Posted- Jan 22,2022

Words-6,384

Lightly edited mind all editing mistakes

Rues narration-

Another day if this shitty place, okay so walking along the lockers with Maddy is (y/n). Yes the chick who you can usually find with Fez. It's no secret that she's fucking him for drugs. I know I've seen her at his place all the time, she always at the gas station with him and ashtray, she always around him, and fez gets a little bit annoyed when I talk about her to him.

I don't know much about her though, we stopped talking in middle school, but (y/n) wasn't the type of person you think would hang around Fez and Ash. She was smart, had a future planned out for her, she didn't indulge much in party favors.

(y/n) and Fez met when (y/n) needed some weed when she was 15, and from there she always went to fez for her supply. It wasn't until sophomore year when she turned 16 did she start fucking him, and he just let it happen, maybe against his own judgement cause he was 18, but it wasn't like she was doing it for oxy or coke.

Now that I'm thinking about it, I think she really just likes him, she gets this big smile on her face when she sees him and he seems to glow a bit but maybe that's just how stoned he is.

(Y/n)s pov-

"You seeing Fez later?" Maddy asked as we stopped at her locker.

"Ya at work, why?" I leaned on the metal.

"I need some weed, and some Molly." She reached into her purse and grabbed some cash out.

"Alright." I counted it out, 70,"I'll see what I can get you."

"Could you fuck him for a lil extra?" She smirked.

"No." I smiled,"you going to Neils party tonight."

"Of course, you bringing fez?"

"I think he's going cause business but I don't know."

Rues narration-

(y/n) and maddy have been friends since 8th grade, Nate and (y/n) hate each other, always have. So you can imagine the strain that put on things. But (y/n) wasnt worried about it and Maddy could care less, Nate though, thrived on it but that's for another day.

(y/n) had work after school today, she works with Fez and Ash at the gas station, she got the job this year, but was doing it for year last year anyways. apparently men see her so they come in more, fez doesn't let them anywhere near her though always getting in between her and the guy and women just feel a tad safer, makes sense with todays world.

Your pov-

Half and hour later at gas station-

I parked my car, and made my way out making sure to grab my phone and such. I locked my car as I walked over to Fez who was leaning on the counter looking my way.

"It's fucking freezing." I stated as the littlest smile grew in his freckled face.

"Walk fasta' then." He shrugged as I entered into the store,"warm in here."

"Party at Neil's today." I put my bag on the counter.

"Ya? You goin'?" I shrugged my shoulders as he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me onto him, I wrapped my arm around his waist.

"Maddy wants me to." I rested my cheek on his chest,"I gotta bring her some stuff so I don't see why I won't."

"If you goin' I'll go." I looked up at him and we shared a small kiss,"comin to my place tonight?"

"Where else do I ever go?"

"Shi' you right." He chuckled as I parted from him.

Rues narration-

(y/n) basically lived with Fez, she still had a room at her parents but with her dad being way for work all the time and her mom working nights she didn't really see them and she didn't like being alone so she stayed with fez most of the time, not that he was arguing, he liked having her in his bed and her being there for him to admire.

Ashtray also didn't mind having her around, she made a killer fucking Mac and cheese and he loved it he won't admit it, but he enjoyed her being around. She also helped Fez with his grandma which meant a lot to Fez One thing he didn't like, Mouse likes her. Worried Fez a bit but (y/n) is great at ignoring people. Fez once pissed her off big time and she ignored him for 3 days, and yes even at work and at his place. He likes the chase, she's his best high.

Fezcos Pov-

I watched (y/n) go into the freezer to Ash, most likely to get the stuff she needs. She went in there at the perfect time cause Nate pulled up.

"Hey Fez." Nate greeted as he got out his tall ass truck.

"Playboy." I looked over at him as he walked over.

"Bringing your bitch to Neils tonight?" He leaned on the counter.

"Scuse' me?"

"Are you. Bringing . Your. Bitch. To Neil's party?" I looked over to the freezer door hoping she wouldn't come out.

"Why the fuck you askin questions Nate?"

"Just wondering, a few of my players wanna take turns." I got off the counter,"you know..feel up on that sweet ass she got, try that pu-"

"Get outta here Nate unless you actually need some, keep talkin and see what happens."

"Watch what you say drop out." He walked past me before he grabbed two packers of rollers and then grabbing two packs of gum," 2 packs of cherry papers and some gum."

"6 dollars." He handed me the cash and left with his shit. (y/n) walked out of the freezer right as Nate looked out his window.

"You coming (y/n)?" He asked.

"On your dick? Sorry,Too small." She grabbed onto my arm.

"Ha-ha. We'll see." With that, he drove off.

"Asshole." She shook her head.

"His team wan' take turns on you." She let go of me putting the stuff she got from Ash on her bag. She looked at me blankly, blinkin a few times.

"I'm still going, but you're inspecting my drinks."

"Whatever you say Ma'. Got whatchu need?"

"For now ya." She nodded.

"What else you need?" She gave me that look,"later Ma, later."

"Can't just...go into my car?" She grabbed my hand and pressed up onto me a bit.

"Nah." I shook my head and leaned down a tad,"when we get to my place I'm all yours Ma."

"We're going to my place after." She corrected me.

"Aight then when we get to your place."

Rues pov-

(y/n) and fez where like...the best couple, a little bit more known then Nate and Maddy. Look She's dating the dropout dealer....news flys.

Plus when you see her and fez at the gas station acting a little...handsy with each other it's just confirms it.

I've pulled up to them full in making out before, walked into a bedroom at a party to her in his lap- a joint in one hand and her ass in his other and in the most heated make out I've ever seen, I think she might've also been riding him cause she did have a skirt on and looked like she grinding on him, but yo look not my business.

Your pov-

A few hours later, Your bedroom-

The smell of weed filled my nose as I I grabbed my clothes out of my closet. There was fez, laying in my bed like he owned the place, legs crossed, head back, and a Cone in hand.

"You plan on chillin at this party or we gon' find a room baby?" He ask and I showed him the dress I chose,"word."

The dress I picked was red, right fitting, Maddy for it for me, had some open pieces on my hips that exposed skin and some synching in the waist as ass area. The most important parts of the dress- it was red and the exposed hip areas, Fez's favorite parts, he loved the color and lived the exposed skin, mainly because he loves my hips and thighs.

I Out the dress at the end of my bed and room my shirt off as I reached for him, he passed me the cone . Taking a deep inhale of it I handed it back before letting it's all out as I walked back to the end of the bed unbuttoning my jeans.

"All I can feel is you looking at me." I looked back at him, meeting his lazy yet loving eyes.

"If you were lookin at what I'm lookin at you'd stare too baby." Fez only called me baby behind close doors, the rest of the time it was Mamas and Ma'. I don't know why but I'm not arguing.

As I kicked my jeans off I heard him hiss and then his phone ring.

"Oh shiit." He was gawking at my ass in my white lace thong.

"Answer your phone." I unclipped my bra

tossing it at him, it landed in his lap. His winked at me as he answered putting the cone in the ashtray.

"Wassup Ash?" I took my dress off of the hanger as he picked his cone up again,"bring some, I know Al's group usually buys, extra weed, and bring some E. Aight, meet you there at like..." his eyes scanned my body,"6:30 maybe 7." It was 5:00.

"Be there at 6:30!" I said to ash through the phone as I stepped into my dress.

"We'll be there." Fez hung up taking a hit of the cone," you don't wanna have some 'fore we go? Said you wanted some earlier." As he spoke, smoke left his mouth.

"No." I fixed the top of my dress turning to look into the mirror , his hand now free of his phone was sitting on the cup of my bra and his tongue ran over his lips quickly.

I looked at him for a few seconds through the mirror before he tossed the bra off of him and Pat his thigh. I immediately crawled onto the bed, up his legs, and straddled his lap. He put the cone in the ash tray, and ran his hands along my thighs and I wrapped my arms lazily around his neck.

"Remind me baby, This all mine?" He asked and I nodded. His fingers hooked under my dress and he pulled it up to my waist,"all mine?"

His hands running along my skin cause goosebumps to run over me.

"All yours Fez." I leaned closer to him,"all. Yours." I planted my lips onto his, a few seconds into my kid I felt his index and middle finger run along my lace covered pussy lightly and teasingly.

"So." He leaned away from me," I could fuck this pussy right now if I wanted to since it's mine right?"

"Mmm later." I pecked his lips was i got off of him and fixed the bottom of my dress and grabbed the cone from the ash tray.

"Come on baby." He got out of the bed and grabbed my waist from behind as I blew the smoke out of my lungs.

"No." I giggled as his finger tips pressed into my waist and he kissed my neck. I took a drag of the cone and blew the smoke into his face. He looked away slightly before turning back to me.

"we gotta waste some time baby." He reached for the cone and i handed it to him.

"Want me to blow you?" I shook my add a bit on his hard dick.

"If you wanna." He kissed my neck again, I bit my lips as his lips teased my skin.

"Fine." I turned around,"sit."

"Fo' real?"

"Or a cold shower," I pushed him to sit on the bed," you pick." He tapped the cone on he ash tray as he pushed me down to my knees by my shoulder with his free hand.

"Get busy."

Party-6:40 pm

Rues narration-

Okay, so maybe (y/n) is his bitch like Nate said....Or maybe he's hers, ya know what, I woke up in fez's house one day after just chillin with Him and (y/n) and I woke up to hearing him fucking (y/n) all the way in theyre bedroom UPSTAIRS. Okay now moving on.

This party was pretty big, starting filling up at 6 some people came around 5:30. Jules and I are on the couch, (y/n) shot me a text saying meet at the lounge room at Neil's. Maddy and Nate pulled up a few ago and Maddy and him have already bickered once. It's going great.

Your pov-

Fez's hand was wrapped up in mine as I lead him to Neil's lounge, he had a backwood in his mouth, I held my free hand out and he passed it to me, I took a hit and handed it back to him as we got to the couch where I saw Rue and Jules.

"Hey hotties!" I greeted them over the loud music, fez let go of my hand and took his seat on the couch and greeted rue.

"Hey!" Jules got up and hugged me, we exchanged a kiss in each cheek before she sat back down.

"What's the plan for tonight?" I walked over to where fez was and sat on his lap, which shocked him a bit but he wrapped an arm around my waist, his hand sitting on the inside of my thigh and passed me the joint.

"I have no clue." Rue said as I took a long draw of the joint.

"Staying sober?" I recommended and she nodded and shrugged her shoulders.

"I'm gonna go get a drink, Whatcha want?" Jules asked.

"If they got pink Whitney-" I was cut off my fez who reached Ik and covered my mouth.

"Vodka on ice." He answered and Jules laughed and went off to fetch the drinks.

"Fuck you." I said when he removed his hand from my face and handed him the blunt before I stole a kiss from him.

"Not tonight." He shook his head as he squeezed the inside of my thigh.

"Really touchy today huh? Anniversary or something?" Rue laughed.

"Nah that's next week." Fez answered.

"Just really horny." I answered plainly.

"When are you not though? Ya know, you'd think you'd learn to control it." She  leaned towards me.

"Come back to me when you find a guy this hot and tel me how you feel all the time."  She leaned back on the couch as Jules came back, she handed me my drink In a red solo cup.

"Nate is looking for you, just warning." Jules whispered to me.

"Ya he wants to run a train on me with his friends." I answered out loud and she gave me wide eyes as a response.

"Yo what?" Rue asked,"who?"

"Nate." Fez held the joint to me and I took it,"ya told me at work today."

"Gon' fuckin kill him." I heard fez mutter as I inhaled  the smoke, I leaned back to his ear.

"No."I blew the smoke at the side of his face and he just looked blankly into the distance.

I sat up and handed him the joint which he tapped the ash out onto the floor Behind the couch.

Rue and Jules where talking and I took a sip of my drink, and moved Fezcos hand off of me and stood up.

"I'm gonna go find your brother." I fixed the bottom of my dress.

"What fo'?" He asked leaning forward a tad.

"Party favors." I poked his nose and walked away but he hooked his fingers into the bottom of my dress as I turned,"fez!"

I turned around as he stood up, he looked around with his eyes a bit before wrapping his arm over my shoulder.

"You fuckin dumb if you think imma just let you walk around here alone." He leaned close to ear and spoke,"not with Nate and his bitches and what they wan' do to you."

"Alright daddy." I joking said.

"Watch it."  He straighten up, our the joint in his mouth and we started walking. I thought I was horny to start with but oh fuck, it's worse now.

Fez's pov-

"Watch it." I said to (y/n) as we started walkin away from the couches. I held my joint in between my middle and index fingers as we walked through the people, keepin watch for that tall mothafucka named Nate and the rest of his football bitches and tryna find Ash. Don't know where he went after we got here but he ain't hard to find.

"Hey bitch!" I heard (y/n) friend Maddy say, (y/n) turned around a bit in my grasp and I looked around and saw maddy.

"Hey hottie!" (y/n) ducked out of my grip and hugged Maddy

"Fezco you just letting her walk around like this?" Maddy looked at me and right back at (y/n), and she lightly slapped (y/n)s ass.

"Ya." I nodded and looked behind me,"yo we gotta find my brotha soo...."

"Ya, I'll see you later." She gave Maddy a kiss in the cheek and Maddy slapped her ass she she turned around back to me.

"Find me!" Maddy said as we walked away.

"Oh so you're fine with her but not Nate?" She asked taking the joint out of my hands that was a few hits from dead.

"She didn't tell me she was gon' run a fuckin train on yo ass did she? No, so I don't care."   Looked down at her, she took a drink of her vodka and then a drag of the blunt which finished it off.

"Cho Cho bitch." She said blowin the smoke out infront of her as she passed through people leavin me behind a bit.

She dropped the end of the blunt into a random drink someone was holding behind them as she pushed through people, I followed her exact trail. I looked into the side rooms as we walked and saw the back of ash's head a poker table.

"Yo Mamas." I grabbed her shoulder, she looked behind me and I walked into the poker room.

"Ashtray." (y/n) called his attention, he looked over his shoulder.

"Hey (y/n), Whatchu need?"  He asked, as we got closer he was cutting lines already.

"That." (y/n) smiled, she put her drink on the table, giving the few other guys that were sitting around a small wave, I took note of the way the guy she was standing by leaned away and looked at her ass.

"Here." Ash moved the plate to her and handed her a rolled bill.

"Yo look who showed!" I was taken away from (y/n) actions to the voice of Nate.

"Fuck off Nate." I walked towards him a few, blocking as much if (y/n) as she was currently bent down snorting a line basically exposing her whole ass.

"Aye I got No smoke Fez, just want (y/n)." He smiled and got a bit closer and lowered his voice,"how much you want for the hour? You're a pimp aren't you?"

"Way more then your daddy makes Nate." (y/n) said behind me and I heard her sniffle a bit,"plus, my legs are already a bit sore from before I got here."

"Oh come on baby I can make you feel good." (y/n) held onto my arm, her drink cold and wet against my skin.

"What would Maddy think about this? What about Cassie?" She asked and his face went plain,"I coukd just call maddy right now and see, don't think I won't?"

"Bite your fucking tongue (y/n)." He said walking closer to her and she did exactly what I thought she was gonna do and...

"Oh yo!" His boys hissed.

"What the fuck!" He yelled, dripping with cold vodka.

"Oh shit." I heard ash laugh from behind.

"Ya ya ya, it's alcohol you'll dry off in a few seconds  if you go stand by the fire pits." She pushed past him, making sure to lay his shoulder on her way out.

I walked right past him as (y/n) made a turn left and right to where the drinks were.

I stayed at the entrance of the area as she grabbed the only bottle of pink Whitney and quickly got out of there making sure to grab my wrist pulling me away.

"Ma, be careful." I scolded as she quickly walked towards the stairs,"doing this already? Only been half and hour."

"Doing this already."

She quickly walked Up the stairs, not like I was gonna argue.

Your pov-

I pushed through a door which luckily opened an empty bedroom, he turned the lights on as I took a heavy swig from the bottle, I closed it and , I tossed it on the bed as I heard fez lock the door right behind me, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him and then shoved me onto the door. I grabbed his jaw in my hands and slammed my lips onto line which he quickly returned with no hesitation. His hands ran down my waist and to the bottom of my dress, hiking the fabric over my hips, and cupping my wet pussy in his palm.

"Soaking baby." He muttered on my lips.

"Mm." I hummed and quickly brought his lips back to mine. His hands moved to the back of my thighs and he squeezed them signaling me to jump, I grabbed onto his shoulders and jumped. he held me closer o him by my ass and brought me over to the bed, laying me down rather gently which was not what I wanted right now.

"I got some adrenaline and coke running through my fucking system right now, fuck me like you mean it."

"How much lines did you do?" He reached behind me, pulling the bottle of white y towards.

"2 and half before that fuckwad came over." He chuckled standing up and opening the half dranken bottle.

"You  gonna feel my tongue and my beard and your cum right then n' there I think you can chill."  He took a drink from the bottle and handed it to me,"couldn't of grabbed anything else?"

"No, I grabbed the first bottle I saw." I sat up a bit before taking a drink.

"Look at me." I looked up at him, he took the bottle from my hand and out it on the bedside table before coming down and grabbing my chin and coming down real close to me,"ya you're gon dumb out quick." He placed a kiss on my lips which I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him closer to me keeping his lips on mine. My hands moved down to his waist, taking his white shirt in my hands. He backed out of the kiss to throw his shirt off and pull me closer to him, he hiked one of my legs over his hip, his lips connecting back at mine and one of his was planted by my head to keep him sturdy. I could feel his bulge on my lace covered pussy as he slowly and teasingly grinded on me. I moaned in the kiss which he smirked at. He broke the kiss to kiss my neck, and collarbones.

"So fuckin pretty." He growled on my skin before coming back up to my lips,"Gon fuck you good."

"Come on fez." I rolled my hips into him.

"Whatcha want baby? Cmon I know you can tell me." He smirked, biting his tongue in between his teeth,"don't be shy, you know exactly what you and how you want it so tell me."

"Feeezzz." I whined and he shook his head.

"Words or I leave, I got deals to make and weed to smoke." He wasn't joking he would leave, though he'd come right back and give me what I want.

"Aight." He put my keg down and stepped away. He reached into his back pocket and grabbed out a blunt box and grabbed one out with a lighter,"gon go find ash and get some deals done."

He lit up the blunt and walked towards the door as I sat up. I tore my dress off of me, and threw it at his direction. He turned around, smoking rolling out of his mouth and inhaling through his nose.

"Fez just get over here and fuck me please, use your tongue, your lips, your fingers, your dick, please." His eyes glided over me, his eyebrow cocked slightly.

"Mmm, Not convinced." I stood up and walked towards him and k but the blunt in his mouth,"cmon, how bad do you want my cock baby?"

"I'm fucking throbbing for you right now." I was pretty much pressed up onto him, my bare chest against his bare chest. I grabbed his hand and he broke from my grasp snd pushed me onto the wall next to him, his hand cupping my pussy, the his blunt was right infront of my face, he took it out of his lips and kissed me, the smoke traveling into my mouth. We parted when there was a knock on the door, a few seconds passed and there was another small tap again. He backed up from me before handing me the blunt, I blew the smoke out of my mouth before taking an deep inhale of the blunt. He cracked the door open a bit.

"Yo Whatcha need?" I walked up behind fez pressing my chest onto his back and wrapped my arms around his waist and looking at who was at the door, it was Ashtray.

"Hey kiddo." I smiled and he blinked at us.

"Is this what it's like walking in on your parents having sex?" He asked.

"More like walking in on your dad fucking one of his strippers." Fez responded.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!" Ash laughed at that.

"Okay look I just need whatever blunts you got, we put already." He flashed us a large stack of cash. I reached into Fez's pocket and grabbed the box out and handed it to ash.

"They ya go Son." I smiled.

"Daddy's gon fuck his bitch-"

"I'm leaving, bye." Ash quickly walked away. I got off of fez and he closed and locked the door behind him. I took a hit of the blunt and I was pushed up against the wall again, this time my chest hitting the cold wall which caused me to choke a bit on the smoke in my lungs. Now the coke was always really kicking in.

"Oh fuck." I moaned, fez took the blunt outta my hand and put it in the ashtray on the bedside table. His hands ran over my waist begire hooking into my lace panties and pulling them down my legs. I kicked them away and he grabbed my hips and pulled me a bit away from the wall so my ass was jutting out.

"So you gon tell me what you want now?"

"Does your childhood trauma turn you on?" I asked and he gave my ass a hard slap,"fuck!"

"I asked you a question, gon tell me what you want?"his hand rubbed my ass again, i didn't respond for a few seconds and he slapped me again on the other cheek,"I asked you a question."

"Please just fuck me pussy please, I really fucking need you, I've been wanting you since I got to the shop." I breathed out, his fingers ran down my ass and over my slicked lips.

"You soaked baby, you really need me don't you?" He middle finger dipped to my clit and he gave it a harsh circle. I felt my legs twitch and buckle, he hooked an arm around my waist and took the moment to bite my shoulder and pull me onto him. He moved his hand to the front and his middle finger dipped right back to my clit.

"Fez fez fez!" Moaned loudly, his name trailing off my lips like a chant.

"What you gon cum just from this?" He teased circling my clit faster.

"Keep-keep doing it like-oh fuck- this and I will."

"Ya? You'd let yourself go, right here, by my fingers? Having your cum drip down your legs like a pathetic little bitch?" He whispered into my ear which cause me to let out a whimper,"if love to see that, your cum covering your thighs as I eat you out...wan me to eat you out? Cum on your daddy's face? Show him how good he makes you feel? Show him that he owns you?" His words alone were going to make you cum,that's when I felt my walls tightening against nothing, and my stomach knotting together.

"Fez fez I'm gonna cum-oh fuck! Please please please." The words came off my lips in a pure moan of ecstasy,"fez please."

"Do you deserve it?" He kissed my neck.

"Yes please!" He rubbed a little harsher,"fez please! Show me you own me! Show me how good you make me feel! Please." My eyes eyes clamped shut, i wrapped my arm around his neck and my other gripped onto his arm.

"You really gon cum just from this?" He chuckled,"your a pathetic mess Ma."

My nails we digging into the back of neck, my thighs were shaking from the stimulation and then he rubbed my harder.

"Fez I'm gonna cum." I thought my words were clear but by what he said I guess they weren't.

"Can't understand anything you just said Ma, going dumb already? Come on, cum for me, go ahead." His permission sized my high to flood through me. My nails dig into his skin harder then begire and a moan ripped through me as the crashing wave of ecstasy ran through me, my cum slicking over my lips and the inside of my thighs.

"Fez-oh fuck daddy!" He held onto my body tightly as my body went through its release of bliss,"oh god-yes yes yes!"

"My names Fezco or daddy, baby." He laughed, his finger slowed down and he came to a full stop and pushed me towards the bed, I fell onto it, my body falling limp when my knees hit the mattress, he moved my legs so they were over his shoulders as he got onto his knees, pulling me to the edge of the bed a bit more and he skidded the inside of my thigh, giving them Both a broad lick before licking over my cum slick folds. His beard creating an amazing sensation along with his tongue.

"Ohmygod." My words were jumbled up, I heard a phone ding in his pocket, which one it was I don't know because  he had both of ours, his tounge dipped into my folds to my core and he circles it with his tongue. I felt his hand rest on my lower stomach as his tongue circled my clit and he softly sucked my clit. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked down he was on my phone.

"Nate's bros  lookin for Jules says." He said after he detached from my clit with a hard suck . I fell down onto my back. And he tossed my phone onto the bed,"gotta show them who you belong to then." His finger toe dug into my thighs as his tongue and lips attacked my clit, I was still a little sensitive from my last orgasm to this rough blissful sensation was already drawing it out.

"No fez please, p-ple-please please slow down." My hand shot to his head digging into his scalp, he grabbed my wrist and held it away from him as he ravaged my clit, his tongue started moving to my core, his mustache tickling my clit before his tongue moved back to mu clit, showing me how skilled his tongue was. Moans were leaving my mouth nonstop, gradually getting louder, my heels Dug Into his back.

"Gon cum?" He muttered on my clit, I nodded aggressively not that he could see I think,"cum for me then baby.” His voice sent vibrations to my clit with his words and he sucked my clit harshly.

“Fuuuuck! Fezcoo! Oh shit!” My back arched up off the bed, my heels keeping him close to me as I cumed on his face. I felt my cum run down my ass and onto my bed soaking the covers, felt bad for whoever’s bed this was.

“That’s it Baby.” He kissed the inside of my thigh, his hand let go of mine as my legs fell limp on his shoulders. He stood up, letting my legs fell and he chuckled,” soaked my face baby.”

“Sorry.” I panted, my voice soft and almost audible.

“You good babe.” Ie leaned down and planted a soft kiss to my lips,”Gon fuck you good now. Huh wan my cock?”

“Yes please.” My chest rose and fall as I took deep breaths in. I heard him undo his belt before he placed something on the night stand and I heard the fabric hit the floor. I heard the click of a lighter and then the smell of weed.

“All for babe, arch that bavk for me.” I did exactly as he said. Since it was dark out but light in the room, the window acted as a mirror.

My eyes were barely open, my ass in the sir and he stood behind me. The blunt sat between his lips but he still inhaled it and let the smoke out with it removing the blunt. His hand rubbed my ass before coming down his a hard smack, I could see his other hand working his cock.

“Shit.” I moaned into the bed from the smack and also the feeling of his tip sliding over my clit and soaked folds.

“Do you know how wet you are? Feel yourself baby.” I reached under me to my clit, sliding my middle finger over the bundle of nerves and over my lips.

“Fuck.” I sighed bringing my hand back to me and licking my cum off my finger.

“Taste good babe.” He placed a kiss in between my shoulders blades and he rammed right into me, I let out a moan that took all the breath outta me. His size stretching me out and filling me up just right. he placed a hand on the small of my back keeping me close to him,” nah babe look in the window, watch me fuck you right now.”

I did as he said and looked in the window seeing him start to thrust into me. I saw the glow of the blunt in his hand which was now sat on the side of my thigh.

“Feels so good.” I slurred out, the mix of coke, weed, and bliss turned my mind to mud and words were hard to get out.

“Feel so good around my cock baby, always feel so fuckin good.” Fez was amazing in bed and I’ll say it a hundred times over, drugs or not he could make me cum over and over and over again. He pulled completely out of me and then rammed right back into me ripping a ecstasy filled scream out of my throat causing my eyes to shut and my hands to ball up the bkue comforter,”that’s it baby.” My legs were shaking under me , I could feel every vein in his cock and he was hitting every good spot in my core.

“Daddy.” The name causes him to sharply thrust into me with a groan I felt his when lift off my ass, I opened my eyes and his head was back, blunt in mouth and smoke rolling out of his lips,”fuck daddy.”

“Making me feel so- soo good.” He tapped the blunt in the ashtray and drop it in. He pulled out of me and flipped me over on my back, and rammed right back into me, he held my legs on his waist, and I reached up and grabbed his shoulders pulling him close to me.

“Daddy, oh god oh gooood!” I moaned into his ear, he planted a hand into the mattress to keep him up.

“(y/n).” He groaned into my ear, my name off his lips sent sparks up my back and through my body.

“I-im-uh yes! Gon cum again.” I moaned into his ear and he bit my shoulder marking it.

“Wait for me baby.” He kissed my cheek,”wan cum with you.” My nails Dug into his back racking up his skin, holding on as if my life depended it on it. His groans and mine along with the sound of skin to skin contact and the smell of sex and week filled the room.

“Please I need to cum, I can’t-I can’t hold it-“ he shut me up my kissing my lips and then my collarbones.

“Cum for me, gon cum so deep inside of you.” His words of permission signaled my orgasm, my walls tightening around him, my legs keeping him close and my hands holding onto his for dear life.

“Oooh yess!” I moaned as I felt him cum inside of me, keeping the hard thrusts.

“Thas’ it, oh fuck yes.” He groaned his thrust staying sharp yet slowing down. My body fell limp, as he placed his hand on the mattress keeping him up. I felt his hot breath hit my chest before he pulled out of me and fell onto the bed next to me.

“That was-“ his hand covered my mouth.

“Shh.” He sat up and grabbed the blunt from the ashtray,”just relax into it don’t talk.”

I rolled over onto his chest, our sweat slicked body coming together. I could hear the music down stairs and people talking as they walked past the room.

“Better then the party.” I giggled, my body feeling as if it was floating in the clouds.

“Damn right Ma.”

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[luvfae]

LITTLE STAR

PART THIRTEEN

summary: elliot's been watching you for a while, but he never dared to approach you. you were a good girl at heart and he didn’t think you'd want anything to do with him. all of that changes one friday night at a party, when both of your worlds collide.

fandom: euphoria

parings: elliot x f reader

warnings: swearing, drug use, mention of addiction, smut, choking

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You woke up the morning after Lexi's play to a text message from the girl herself.

'Hey Y/N, we can hang today?' Lexi had asked, you smiled at her question, replying almost immediately.

'Of course we can, i'll come to you,' you replied. Lexi was quick to answer back, telling you a time to come, letting you know that Rue would be there also. You couldn't help but grin, the three of you back together again, it made you feel warm inside.

You glanced over at your sleeping boyfriend, turning your phone off and rolling over to face him, peppering kisses against his face until his eyes fluttered open.

"Morning," Elliot groaned, rubbing his eyes.

"Good morning," you beamed, fingers running through his hair. "Sorry to wake you but i'm heading over to Lexi's soon, I was just wondering if you could drive me there?" You asked.

"Sure," he replied, wrapping his arms around you, nestling his head into the crook of your neck. You melted into his touch, your fingers tracing shapes into his back.

"I better get ready then," you said, trying to wriggle out of his grip, but it was no use, he had a bone crushing hold on you. "Elli, c'mon. Let me go," you laughed.

Eventually he loosened his grip and you moved away from him, standing up to change into your clothes. Elliot rested his head on his hand, watching you as you slipped out of your pyjamas and into a pair of short and a t-shirt.

"Can I have an oxy?" You asked, glancing over at him as you fixed up your hair.

"No," he replied.

"Why not?" You asked.

Elliot cleared his throat, sitting up properly on his bed. "Is it true what Lexi said? Are you really addicted to them?" Elliot asked, eyebrows furrowed.

You looked away from him, rolling your eyes. "No," you lied. "Lexi has no idea what she's talking about."

Elliot hummed, not truly convinced with your answer. "Well, the no still stands," Elliot said, standing up and walking out of his room and into the bathroom.

You glanced over at the doorway before quickly moving to where he kept his pills, stealing two oxy's from his stash and shoving them in your pocket before he came back.

"You ready?" He asked and you nodded, following him out to his car. Elliot drove you to Lexi's house and you gave him a kiss before walking to her front door.

"Y/N," Lexi smiled, hugging you tight and inviting you in.

"I need to use the bathroom real quick," you said.

"I'll be in my room," Lexi said and you nodded, closing the bathroom door behind you. You pulled one of the pills from your pocket, crushing it up and snorting every last drop. You flushed the toilet for good measure and headed up to Lexi's room. Rue and Lexi were seated on the floor and you smiled, sitting down next to them.

You talked for hours, things got pretty deep and personal between Rue and Lexi. You reminisced on the friendship the three of you used to have and how much everything had changed, which led the conversation's spotlight to be on you.

"Y/N, i'm sorry to put you on blast last night... I was hoping it'd be a wake up call," Lexi sighed, looking over at you.

"I wasn't expecting it... I didn't even know you knew," you replied. Lexi glanced over at Rue. "I'm not addicted to them," you said, trying to convince yourself also.

"I'm gunna be honest with you Y/N, and not because I wanna piss you off, but because I care about you," Rue said clearing her throat. "We care about you," she motioned between her and Lexi. You furrowed your eyebrows, looking over at your curly haired friend. "Elliot is not good for you."

You sighed, shaking your head. "You don't know what you're talking about," you replied.

"I do. He's bad for you," Rue said. "He might not mean to be bad for you, but he is. He's a bad influence," Rue said.

"He really is, Y/N," Lexi added.

You rolled your eyes at your friends. "The damage is already done isn't it?" You said. "You should of told him to steer clear of me all those months ago."

"What damage?" Lexi asked.

"I'm in love with him," you said, fidgeting with your hands. "And maybe he is bad for me, but I don't care. It's not like either of you can comment on my relationship," you said.

"We only want what's best for you," Lexi sighed.

"You are in no position to judge Lexi, you're crushing on a drug dealer," you said before looking over at Rue. "And your ex girlfriend tried to have sex with Elliot when you two were still together, that's why I hate her," you said.

Rue pursed her lips, eyes wide at your comment. "She did?" Rue asked.

"Yes, she did," you said.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Rue asked.

"I didn't want you to spiral even more," you said.

"And we don't want you to spiral," Lexi said. "This isn't about my relationship or Rue's relationship, it's about the addiction that you've gained from dating Elliot."

"I don't have an addiction."

"You do!" Rue yelled, sighing in frustration.

You stood up. "I can't handle this anymore," you said, storming out of Lexi's bedroom and down the steps to her front door. You ignored your friends protests as you stalked out of Lexi's house, hugging yourself, tears streaming down your cheeks as you made your way to the place you felt the safest.

Elliot's house.

You wiped your eyes, letting yourself in like you always did and headed up to his bedroom. He was strumming away on his guitar, humming along to the melody. You smiled at the sight, leaning against his doorframe, watching his head bob up and down, his eyes closed. You could watch him like this for hours, but you also really needed a hug.

You cleared your throat and Elliot jumped, his strumming coming to a halt, eyes snapping open. You watched as he sighed in relief.

"Fuck, Y/N," he said. "You scared the shit outta me," he smiled, looking up at you again. His happy face turning into worry at the sight of your puffy tear stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes. He placed his guitar on his bed, rushing over to you. "What's wrong?" He asked, engulfing you into a hug, you wrapped your arms around his torso.

"I got into a fight with Lexi and Rue," you sniffed, pressing your cheek into his chest, his head resting on top of yours. "It's no big deal, I just really needed a hug. I feel a lot better now," you sighed, happily.

Elliot pressed a kiss to your forehead before cupping your cheeks and connecting his lips with yours. You gripped onto his shirt, deepening the kiss, slowly backing him towards his bed.

Elliot sat down and you stood in between his legs, his hands roaming your body.

"You are one horny motherfucker," Elliot laughed, you smiled down at him, hands on his cheeks to pull him in for another kiss. Your tongue roamed his mouth as he pushed your shorts to your ankles.

You pulled away from him, ripping his t-shirt up and over his head, followed by your own t-shirt. Elliot's eyes filled with lust at the sight of your bare chest, his fingers pinching your nipples. You moaned, arching your chest into his touch.

"I wanna fuck you so bad," you said. His eyes snapped up to yours and he stood up, taking his own pants and briefs off before sitting back down.

"Go for it," he said. You smiled, slipping out of your panties and straddling him. You lowered yourself onto his hard cock, his hands gripping your hips as you began to rock back and forth against him, soft moans escaping your lips.

"Feels so good," you whispered before kissing him passionately. Elliot wrapped a hand around your neck as your movements began to speed up, your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

Grunts and groans left Elliot’s mouth, filling your ears, fucking him was pure ecstasy. You were truly and utterly in love with him, but you wouldn’t say it. Not until he did first. So you showed it through the movements of your hips. Your arms snaked around his neck, eyes staring into his as your face twisted with pleasure.

“You’re perfect,” Elliot breathed. You smiled at his words, pressing a firm kiss against his lips, your hips rocking against him at a fast and steady pace, his hands roaming your body, coming to a halt at your hips, guiding your movements against him. The both of you submitting yourself into a state of bliss, forgetting about the rest of the world, only focused on each other. But only for this fleeting moment because in 48 hours everything was about to change.

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[earth2isaa]

LOVE YOU ENOUGH TO LET YOU GO

requested! Hii!! Could you please write something for Elliot where he and the reader had a big fight because he was doing drugs, and it was getting too much? And like later she finds him passed out and gets really scared and takes him to the hospital and they tell her that she saved him and when he wakes up they make up, and it's like very fluffy and emotional? Thank you!!

summary: you've told elliot how bad his drug addiction is getting but he doesn't listen until he's about to loose you.

"y/n, what the fuck?" elliot became agitated as you began to search through his room. you had gotten a text from rue talking about how elliot was still on drugs even after he promised you he wouldn't. "she's lying, she's litterally a fucking addict."

"and you're not!" you spat back, "where the fuck are they!"

"back off, it's not that deep!" he grabbed your wrist and you winced.

"to me it is because i can not afford to loose you eli, i just can't." you began to cry.

"why can't you just fucking trust me y/n!"he shouted.

"how can i trust you when all you do is fucking lie to me?" you questioned. "i can't loose you." you fell into him.

"baby it's okay, I'm fine." he pulled you into a hug.

"you love me right?" you asked him.

"more than life itself." he replied.

"then tell me where the fucking drugs are eli."

"you know what y/n, just get the fuck out and come back when you've calmed down." he grabbed you and took you outside.

"please!" you cried, "for me!" but he was already far gone.

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the truth was, elliot was still taking drugs. after everything that went down with rue, he couldn't do anything. he had promised you that he would stop and he truly did mean it, until he couldn't take it no more.

"one more one hurt" he sighed as he crushed up the oxy's. but one more turned into three more which turned into five more which turned into even more.

you'd come back after taking some time to yourself only to find elliot passed out on the ground, the tin next to him.

"oh my fucking god, elliot," you ran to him, "wake up, wake the fuck up!" you shook as you checked his pulse. "eli, stay with me!" you broke into a sweat as you dialled 911.

"hello, help, i need an ambulance, my boyfriend's just had a fucking overdose!" you screamed through sobs whilst the ambulance made it's way to his house. one they arrived you saw your eli's body being lifted onto a stretcher and you burst into tears.

you leapt to hold his hand throughout the journey and you stared at his lifeless expression. "please pull through eli." you could only hope he made it.

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Many hours had passed and you'd been outside the waiting room for hours until the nurse told you to go inside. there you found your eli, with tubes all over his body but a small smile managed to seep through.

"miss me?" he joked as you ran to his side.

"shut the fuck up eli, you almost died." you sobbed.

"I'm here now baby." he patted your head.

"why didn't you tell me?" you looked up at him.

"baby i didn't want to worry you." he sighed as he told you about rue and everything that had been going on.

"eli, don't you fucking do something like that again," you sighed, "promise me that you'll stay clean for the rest of the school year."

elliot stick out his pinky finger. "promise" he kissed your finger and it intertwined with his.

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and elliot did stick to his promise, he managed to stay clean throughout the rest of the school year.

"you look better clean you know."you teased him as you walked hand in hand through the school.

"you think?" he smiled, "thought you'd like emo elliot better."

"i love you just the way you are." you laughed as he snaked an arm around your waist.

"c'mere" you smiled as you kissed him.

"yes ma'am." he complied and you both almost lost your souls when maddy came walking through.

"what a win, but get a fucking room bitches!" she laughed and you all walked.

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sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Bucky gets hit with that god awful (but really hot) sex pollen. (this was requested)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Dub-Con/Non-Con as per usual with sex pollens fics (although i try to write them as consensual as possible :T) Smut obvi (18+ minors dni), slight daddy kink, age gap?, public male masturbation; it's brief but still

TW: very brief mention of possible suicide

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“Where are those daisies we collected from the last mission?” Tony asked you, eyes staying glued to the hologram in front of him.

“I left them on the quinjet. Fury said to wait for transportation until Shield confirms safety. It’s literally in a glass case, but whatever,” you rolled your eyes, making the older man laugh.

“Just protocol, kid,” he snickered.

Meanwhile Bucky sat with Steve eating lunch, chatting it up like old men do.

“So what did you bring back from the last mission? I saw a bunch of agents in hazmat suits,” Steve said sipping his coffee.

“Uh, well Thor said we should bring some plants back for research, but it seems like a bunch of normal lookin’ daisies,” Bucky shrugged.

“Y/n loves daisies,” Steve smirked.

“Ok?”

“And you love Y/n,” Steve teased.

“No I don’t-”

“Hey boys!” you skipped past the kitchen.

“Y/n,” Bucky said standing up with a big goofy smile on his face.

“Where ‘ya going?” Steve asked with a chuckle.

“Quinjet. Fury gave us the go to start doing tests on that plant you brought the other day,” you smiled lightly jogging to the runway.

“Why don't you ask her on a date, Buck,” Steve nudged.

“Come on, she’s way too smart to go out with a dumbass like me,” Bucky joked.

“Seriously.”

“I don’t know. It’s been years since I’ve talked to another woman. It doesn’t come naturally anymore. Wha- what’s even the first I’d say to her?”

“I don’t know, man. I’m on the same boat with you. Just… Tell how nice she looks today when she comes back.”

“Really?” Bucky asked skeptically.

“Yeah, be nice to her.”

“I am nice to her.”

“I mean be extra nice. Flatter her,” Steve told him, “Go wait in the lab until she comes back and tell her she looks pretty today.”

“Isn’t Tony in the lab?” Bucky asked.

“Ha ha, yeah,” Steve teased, patting his back before leaving to his room.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Tony mumbled seeing Bucky waltzing in the room awkwardly.

“Nothing,” he mumbled back.

Tony dropped his hands and stared at Bucky with an unimpressed look on his face. Everyone but you knew about Barnes’ little boy crush on you but he’s never had the balls to say anything. You were close to Tony and seeing as though he doesn’t particularly like Bucky, he didn’t want you hanging around him. But you were an adult so of course you hung out with whoever you wanted.

He was sure you liked him back too which never ceased to make him roll his eyes.

You walked back from the quinjet with the glass container of daisies. You weren’t exactly a plant expert but it was apparent that these daisies were mutated seeing as though the pollen swirled around the flowers gracefully. It was beautiful but then again they might be extremely dangerous considering it was a Hydra experiment.

“Hey Y/n, off to the lab again?” Steve smiled.

“Yup, gotta check these babies out according to Thor; said they might be dangerous if they’re what he thinks they are,” you said, still walking.

“And what’s that?” you just shrugged at his question unsure of the answer yourself.

“Well, Bucky’s waiting for you in the lab,” he slipped in the conversation.

“Really? Why’s-” Crash!

“Oh no,” Tony mumbled, seeing the collision in action.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” you stuttered.

“No, no. I should be sorry. Here let me help,” bucky knelt to the ground grabbed the fallen daisies with his bare hands.

“No! Don’t touch-” Tony shouted practically sprinting towards you two.

The golden pollen swirled in a misty manner engulfing Bucky completely. You stared with furrowed brows confused at the sight before you and what was going on. Bucky’s skin began to burn and his senses were being overloaded. All he could smell in that moment was you; the same scent that he got a whiff of this morning when he hugged you, the perfume and the shampoo that filled his senses when you walked passed him.

Tony pushed you out of the lab roughly throwing you in Steve’s arms who was just as confused.

“FRIDAY,” Tony called out.

“Yes, Mr. Stark,” the familiar voice answered.

“Lock all the doors to the lab and maybe turn on the a/c,” he commanded.

“Of course, Mr. Stark.”

All the glass walls and doors instantly shut and locked, locking Bucky inside. Bucky’s eyes found your and slammed his body against the glass desperately trying to reach you. You too ran up to the glass wall trying to understand what had happened to him. Everything was happening so suddenly.

Your forehead was pressed against the glass as was Bucky’s; both of you staring into each other’s eyes momentarily. In that moment, you could see his eyes turn golden for a quick second before his pupils dilated ridiculously before your eyes.

“Is he going to be ok?” you turned away.

“Y/n! Please!” Bucky’s muffled screams shocked you.

“Uh… where’s Thor?” Tony panicked.

“What the hell is happening?” Nat asked; Sam, Wanda, and Vision trailing behind closely.

“Nat,” you ran to her.

“What happened to Bucky?” Same asked.

“He- I ran- I ran into him by a-accident and the box dropped. There was mist everywhere and Bucky's eyes. His eyes,” you stammered breathlessly.

“Please! I need her!” Bucky hit the glass in an attempt to break it.

“Oh my goodness,” Wanda gasped at the sweaty Bucky hitting and practically going feral.

“Oh god, is he gonna be ok?” you teared up. This is your fault, dammit.

“I can asure he will experience no physical harm,” Thor’s voice made all of you turn around.

“Just physically? What the hell does that mean?” Sam argued.

“Well, uh… I’ve never actually seen it’s effects in person. Especially not on a Midguardian…” his voice trailed off and his eyes grew big.

Nat snapped her head, eyes widening as well. Bucky with absolutely no shame held his hard dick in his hands pumping it with his eyes trained on you. You went to turn around seeing nat’s expression but she covered you eyes before you could actually see the lewd behavior Bucky indulged in.

“What’s happening?” you asked holding onto Nat as she led across the room.

“Nothing, they’re gonna take care of Buck. Don’t worry about it,” she said quickly.

You sat in your room bouncing your leg as the movie on your TV played. Every now and then Bucky would moan and cry particularly loud making all of you wince and cringe. But your mind felt foggy simply thinking about Bucky and his safety; especially that moment when his eyes went from confusion to you don’t even know what. Hunger? Desire? Lust?

Whatever it was, it made your tummy flutter.

“Steve, any news on Bucky?” Steve stood at the doorway with a worrisome face that did nothing to ease your already panicked nerves.

“Well, as far as Thor knows the plant that was mutated with the daisies was pollen extracted from a breeding plant common among other galaxies; for species that can’t… reproduce like we do. The pollen enters the system and targets the nociceptors causing excruciating pain without physical harm. If untreated the victim can reach a traumatic state and truthfully, they will do anything to stop the pain; even kill themselves.”

“What the hell does any of that mean?” Sam grunted.

“It means the tin man is painfully horny,” Tony interrupted.

“Are you fucking serious?” Sam said in disbelief.

“What’s the cure?” Nat said.

“Oxytocin, of course,” Tony said.

“The cuddle hormone,” you whispered.

“Yup. Banner and I are already working on a serum containing artificial oxytocin in hopes to minimize the pain or even better cure him completely. We-”

“I’m afraid it’s going to be a bit more complicated than that,” Thor interrupted Tony.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, see the pollen, it’s a little tricky. The oxyputin-thingy you mentioned…”

“Oxytocin,” Tony clarified but Thor didn’t care too much.

“I don't think artificial love is going to cure the boy. If you want results, he needs to be the one he desires most. That’s where you’ll get your oxy-pudding.”

“Oxy- You know what, we can figure this out without anyone needing to have sex,” Tony groaned.

“Tony, maybe we shouldn’t-” you started.

“Nope, we can do this. We’re science bros,” Tony stormed away like a child.

“Isn’t your lab being ‘occupied’,” Nat called out.

“Shit!”

-

Hours went by and the oxytocin experiments were clearly a fail. The first dose did nothing. The second also nothing. The third relieved him for only ten seconds before he went back to his painful state. Since then, they haven’t been able to help or relieve Bucky’s circumstance any longer.

You thought about Thor’s words, about how the one he desires most could cure him. A ping of jealousy struck your heart but you knew you to find the woman Bucky loved and just pray that she'd help him. You made your way back to the lad area where Tony and Bruce had their new makeshift set up while the lab was locked down.

“Tony, this is ridiculous. It’s been going on for too long. You heard what Thor said about what happens when it gets too much,” you begged.

“And what do you suggest we do?” Tony said angrily.

“We need to find the woman that Bucky loves so she can help him,” you argued back.

“It's not just some woman, Y/n! He wants you.”

“What?”

“All the bastard’s been doing for the past eight hours has been masterbating while moaning your name. I’m not putting you in that situation,” Tony yelled.

You couldn’t speak. Was he telling you the truth? Did Bucky want you like that? The same way you secretly wanted him? It’s not like you haven't thought about what being with Bucky would be like before. He was perfect; so handsome and charming.

You ran back to your room where the rest of the guys still were practically out of breath; your heart hammering out of your chest and your stomach fluttering like it does whenever you think about Bucky.

“I need to get to Bucky,” you panted out.

“What?”

“Please you guys need to help me. Tony said that Bucky wants me; I mean can you believe. A guy like him wanting me? I’m just… nobody. He’s way too out of my league and-”

“Y/n, focus,” Nat said.

“Right. I- I want to help him. I know I can.”

“Y/n, we don’t know how dangerous this is. I mean, it came from Hydra, this could be weaponized and you could get hurt,” Steve argued.

“Bucky could never hurt me,” you whispered; Nat looked at you softly, understanding the situation better realizing you were probably Bucky’s only chance of a cure.

“You’re not actually considering letting her do this are you?” Steve scolded Nat.

"Are Tony and Bruce making any progress?" she sighed.

"They haven't been to even relieve his pain for longer than ten seconds," you whispered.

"Steve, this is Bucky we're talking about. Hasn't he endure enough torture in his life?" Nat said softly.

That seemed to convince him. Seeing Bucky in so much pain like he had been only years ago was unfair, especially when they technically already knew a cure. Waiting this out was pure evil at this point.

"How do you suppose we go about this?" he asked.

You devised a plan in order to let Bucky from the lab; he'd find his way to you on his own. Wanda stood from afar using her powers to tamper with the equipment. Tony frustratingly would have to run across the compound to the conference rooms to grab new devices in order to continue with his notes and tests.

On his way back, Steve and his convincing and charming ways would stall Tony's return asking him all sorts of questions about Bucky's state. Meanwhile, Thor made up some excuse to lure Banner away just for a minute so Nat and Sam could override the lockdown through Friday and free Bucky.

All the while you sat in your room waiting anxiously for Bucky to barge through the door and have his way with you.

A few minutes went by and no sign of a ruckus you'd assume would accompany the escape plan. You fiddled with the hem of your skirt biting your lip in anticipation. Still no sign after a couple more minutes. Wanting to make sure you still looked alright for Buck, although he'd probably not even acknowledge your appearance, you stood up to walk to your bathroom.

Just as you stood up, Bucky in all his muscle and broad glory slammed the door behind him staring at you with nothing but desperate hunger. Your stomach flipped when you saw him lock the door, pushing a small chair you had just next to it in front of the door under the handle.

He stalked towards practically panting and you took in his appearance. His hair was quite disheveled and sweat lined his forehead and slightly down his neck. Despite that, he still looked so handsome and sexy.

"маленький, all dressed up for me to ruin," he growled crawling up the bed as you crawled back.

"Buck, are you ok? I want to help you," you whispered.

"I'm more than ok now, beautiful," he whispered leaning into you, his nose brushing against yours, chuckling when you visibly trembled.

"Is my красивый маленький ангел gonna let me use her?" he whispered, huskily.

"Bucky, I don't understand what you're saying."

"так драгоценно," he whispered against your lips before pressing himself completely against you.

His hands, contrast between hot and cold, crept under your shirt brushing lightly over your delicate skin. You had somewhat expected Bucky to have no control and use you relentlessly, of which you wouldn't have minded, but this soft ginger foreplay was really making your panties wet.

Bucky slowly lifted the shirt from your body before tossing it to the side and removing his own. His hands cupped your breasts squeezing the soft flesh quite roughly making you sigh and moan at the feeling.

His lips attached themselves to your neck biting and sucking harshly littering your skin with dark purple marks. He nibbled on your ear as he grinding his pelvis against yours, his large erection poking your center making you even more aroused.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you. It smelled just like you," he whispered.

"T- The daisies?"

"I've been craving you, aching for you. Thinking about how good you're gonna feel wrapped around my cock," he panted speeding up his grinding thrusts.

"Buck," you breathed out.

Bucky shuddered over you before stilling for a moment. He couldn't help it, your scent, your warm skin pressed against his, he couldn't hold back anymore coming straight away in his pants.

You brushed his hair softly soothing him from his high. You thought it was over, that he felt better and was finally cured but almost instantly you felt Bucky harden under you, poking between your thighs and you gasped knowing very well it was going to be a long night.

Bucky stood on his knees and pulled your bottoms down your legs nearly ripping the material. He too rid his bottoms throwing them god knows where before climbing back on top of you. You stared adorably up at him and Bucky almost came again. He smiled softly at you before kissing you once more.

Suddenly, loud bangs on your door startled you but not Bucky.

"What the hell are you doing!" Tony screamed.

"Tony, you gotta stop! This is the only way! It's not fair to him to let him keep suffering. He's done enough of that, ok?" Nat shouted.

"She's gonna get hurt," Tony sighed.

"No she won't. This was her idea."

Tony looked back teary eyed. He really cared for you as his own and putting you in a situation like this wasn't fair to you either. He really tried to help but this was just too complicated and too advanced to solve in only a few hours. They were right, Bucky needed you as much as he didn't like that idea too much.

"Fine."

Bucky lined his cock with your entrance wrapping your legs around his waist. Slowly he pushed in pulling moans from you both. You've only had a couple lovers previous to Bucky but neither of them ever filled you so perfectly. Bucky stretched you out like none other and admittedly he wanted to use his fingers on you first but he'd been away for too long it was too painful to go another second without being inside you.

"So tight and warm, little one. Feel so fucking good wrapped around me."

"Buck," you moaned.

You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him impossibly closer to you as you kissed along his neck and jaw. Bucky moaned breathlessly in your ear and you couldn't help the clenching around him from arousal.

"Fuck, keep doing that, little one," he groaned.

Toy squeezed your thighs together and clenched around him again making him groan louder this time. His thrusts became sporadic and you moved against like a ragdoll unable to keep up with his relentless pace.

Your legs began to shake and your back arched into his chest reaching you first high of the night, gushing all over his cock. You realize he hasn't come and gently push him off you before flipping over to let him take you again from behind.

As expected, Bucky pushed into once again deeper this time and you shuddered under his hand that rested atop your arched back. Bucky smacked and kneaded your ass thrusting in and out. The lewd squelching sound of his thrust mixed with the sound of skin slapping against each other echoed in the room.

"Shit, little one. Taking my cock so fucking well," he reached forward and bunch up your hair pulling your head back harshly.

“Shit,” you mumbled.

Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the sheets as hard as you could. You were approaching your orgasm quickly and you weren't going to be able to hold back any longer. Your pussy clenched around Bucky's cock making him throw his head back in pleasure.

"Please, Bucky," you whimpered.

"You wanna come, darling. You wanna cream all over daddy's cock?"

"Yes! Fuck!" your arms shook before giving out completely; your head buried in the sheets as Bucky continued that same wild and rough pace.

"Please let me come, daddy!"

Your body felt on fire. No one has ever made you feel this good before, it was almost too much, too overwhelming. Tears brimmed your eyes from trying to desperately hold back. You wanted to come with Bucky but seeing as his pace had yet to slow down you were beginning to think he wasn't even close.

"Let go, doll."

Your body squirmed beneath him as you released all over his dick. You came with a near shout, your body violently trembling from the intensity of your high. Bucky slowed his pace for your comfort, gently riding your orgasm slowly down despite his still aching erection.

He languidly rolled you over to your back, his hands softly rubbing your sides up to your breasts. You breathed heavily, eyes feeling droopy, all you could feel in that moment was his cum dripping from you onto the sheets.

Bucky, still knelt on the bed and still chasing his release, lifted your legs over his thighs gripping your hip with one hand and his cock with the other. You squeezed your thighs together when you felt his tip poking at your entrance once again, soft whimpers emitting from you shakily.

"Such a good girl. Gonna let me take you again? Gonna let me keep using you?" he moaned.

"Use me, Buck. I'm all yours," you breathed out.

Bucky pushed himself past your folds once again, your cum easily letting him slide in. Both his hands made home on your hips gripping hardly surely to leave marks for you to remember this very moment. You looked at Bucky as his thrusts slowly began to pick up, bringing your own hands to your breasts to play with your nipples. You twisted the perked buds, moaning softly at the feeling as well as Bucky filling you perfectly once again.

"Filling me up so good, baby," you moaned, arching your back slightly allowing Bucky to hit a newer and deeper angle inside you.

"Pussy was fucking made for me," he growled.

His hand moved from its home on your hip right over your lower belly where he could feel his cock so deep poking his own hand through your tummy.

"Feel how fucking deep I am?"

You moved your hand and he pressed yours in the same spot under his and you moaned loudly, shuddering under him.

His pace quickened and for a moment he thought he was going to finally reach his high, that release he'd been thinking about for hours today, but when he felt you clench again, squeezing his cock tightly and he didn't cum, he knew it was gonna be chase that he didn't know you'd be up for. You gushed all over his dick, back arching and your legs pressing tight around his torso, coming with a loud scream of his name.

Bucky fell forward with tears in his eyes. His skin still felt hot and sticky. His sense felt dialed up to an eleven. It was all so overwhelming and all he wanted was to cum in you and hold you closer whispering how he really loved you. He pressed faint kisses to you equally sticky and warm skin and when you felt warm liquid dripping onto your skin to lift Bucky's head to find him crying.

"What's wrong, baby?"

“I can’t cum. I just wanna cum,” he whined.

“Hey, hey. It’s ok. I can go as many times as you need me to. I want to help you, let me do that.”

“Can- Can you uh… use your mouth please? I want to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock so bad,” he moaned.

“Of course, baby. I’d do anything for you,” you smirked before pushing him and crawling over him holding his dick in your hand.

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Hours and literally hours had passed until Bucky was finally tired out only having cum three times compared to the fifteen-plus times you had. Your bed laid on the ground; the wooden stands snapped about two hours ago. Most of your sheets were torn to shreds and marks littered your body from your neck down to your hips and your knees from, well you know.

Your body shook as you laid in a fetal position. You burned between your thighs; the soreness overwhelming but pleasant at the same time. Sweat made what was left of the sheets stick to your body until Bucky pulled them from you to clean you. He used a warm towel all over your body with tears in his eyes whispering how sorry he was about everything.

“I swear I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I’m so sorry. I understand if you hate me now; if you never want to see me again. Just know that I’m so sorry about your bed, the blankets, if I hurt you, everything,” he sniffled, eyes and nose red and puffy.

“Bucky,” you whispered, your voice raspy and croaky from your moaning and screaming all night.

“Y/n,” he whispered back. You pulled him by the back of his neck into a soft yet passionate kiss.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed out when you pulled away. You cupped his face with shaky hands but a smile on your face.

“Do you mean it?”

“Of course. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I’ve dreamt about holding you far too many times, more than I’d like to admit. I should’ve told you sooner but like everyone else, I was scared you didn’t like me back; at least not this way,” he rubbed your legs indicating the intimate love he had for you.

“Buck, it’s virtually impossible for anyone not to fall in love with you. Unless they’re Tony,” you giggled as did he.

“Can you say it?” he asked softly.

“That I love you?” you smiled brushing your nose against his; Bucky practically purred as he nodded.

“I love you, James,” you whispered.

“Fuck, I love you too.”

He laid you down softly again on the broken bed pressing light kisses all over your collarbones and shoulders. You brushed his hair with your fingers as he clung onto you ready to sleep.

“Thank you again, doll. For helping me today,” he said after a couple minutes of silence.

“Of course, my love. Besides I’m the one who ran into you with those damn daisies.”

“Thank god for them then. And for your clumsiness,” Bucky chuckled.

“Meanie,” you snorted, making Bucky laugh even more.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Buck.”

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Alone Together -Chapter Three

authors note: shamelessly inspired by that scene with Rue and Elliot, I apologize for the shitty writing in advance, personally this is a difficult subject matter to write about + I struggleddd with how to end this chapter. d/c I love Topper I'm sorry for how he was treated here lol, Would love to hear what you guys think of the series so far

TW: drug abuse

Chapter 3: ExBrother, ExFriend, ExBoyfriend

Rafe Cameron was 6 feet 2 inches of pure unprocessed anxiety.

He’d first noticed this omnipresent shadow looming behind him, around him, whilst at the foot of their twisting staircase. Holding a crying Sarah’s chubby little hand in his; Ward screaming at the front door that left behind the wisps of his Mother’s perfume.

He’d wanted to stop her, he’d wanted to cry out, to grab onto her, beg her to stay, tell her he was sorry, tell her he could believe her, tell her he would change.

But his feet stayed glued to the wooden floor and his lips stayed glued to each other, like they’d done so many years before; and he’d watched the last of her curls slip behind the doorframe of his bedroom door and he did nothing.

Rafe Cameron was dirty blonde hair falling into his eyes.

He was shaky fingers laced with the grit of sand and white powder, reaching up to push it out of his face.

He was falling to his knees one hand now holding his chest trying to push down the last of the oxygen before it escaped through his strangled gasps.

"Wheezie" he breathed out, his vision clouded with a flurry of entoptics.

"Wheezie" he called out again louder, knowing that his little sister would have only been standing around the corner at the first sounds of his argument with Y/N.

"Seriously get in here" he said, with the last of the words he could muster before returning to his struggle of drawing in breaths far enough to reach his lungs.

Wheezie tiptoed in, her brother sounded desperate but the uncertainty of whether or not she was walking into an elaborate ruse only to be busted for eavesdropping was reflected in her slow hesitating steps.

"You don’t look so good" she said, there was a pitch in her voice that held the nuance of panic.

"No shit Watson, glad to see those glasses are working"

Wheezie knelt in front of Rafe, she’d never understand him or Sarah or how they could keep messing up their lives like this. She couldn’t make sense of why they kept facing these simple problems with complicated solutions. She hoped that when she finally delved into the dark underbelly of puberty, she’d be able to keep her common sense intact long enough to match its claws and teeth; and avoid the inevitable chewed up and spit out fate that had befallen her siblings.

"I need you to check my pulse" he laboured on.

"What? Rafe, what do you mean, what are you talking about, I don’t know how to do that" whatever panic had been simmering below her words had suddenly, instantly bubbled over.

She was watching her brother slowly lose consciousness.

"I’m getting dad" she leapt to her feet, only to be harshly pulled back, her knees bruising against the hard wood.

"No"

Rafe Cameron was tripping his way towards deaths door and he still couldn’t think of anything worse than asking Ward for help.

He opened up his sisters palm and folded in all but her index and middle finger, he pressed the remaining two fingers against his neck just under his jawbone.

"Get your phone out"

"Rafe I can’t, please I can’t do this" Wheezie said, her words squeaking between her quickly forming tears, she pulled her fingers back away from his skin.

He sighed, he couldn’t remember how many lines he’d done, was it 5, it could have been 6, could have been oxy, could have been k, could have been xans, he couldn’t remember.

Rafe Cameron had fucked up, he was fucked up and he guessed he was about 3 minutes away from passing out or worse and that would really fuck Wheezie up too. He sighed again.

He placed a hand on his sisters shoulder, “Please, I need you to get yourself together for me, because I can’t, please Wheezie just get your phone out”

His grip was firm, grounding and Wheezie couldn’t decide if it was more for her or for him. She reached into her pocket and got her phone out.

"Good" he said placing her fingers back on his neck, “Now get the stopwatch up, I need you to count how many times my heart beats for a minute, okay?”

"Hey, hey look at me, can you do this for me?"

Wheezie nodded, bitting her lip, bitting back the tears that fogged up her glasses.

"Yes"

The room was dead silent, she focused on her brothers heart beat till all she could hear was its drumming echoing inside her ears, 1...2...3...4.....5

"48"

"Fuck"

He was on the outside looking in now, everything moved in stop motion -ridged and slow, his thoughts blurred just out of focus.

"Is that bad? RAFE, is that bad?!" the alarm in her voice rang in between his ears.

Wheezie was drowning here, she didn’t know it at the time but would later realize that she’d swam way out her depth the minute she’d entered his room.

"I need you to go into my closet and get the adderall, its in the second drawer down on the left" he said.

Rafe’s voice was barely above a whisper, but it thundered in Wheezie’s ears and all she heard was more drugs.

"N- no I’m getting dad, I’m- raf- your crazy I’m not getting you more drugs, you’r- al- already- you’re like dying" she half stuttered half screamed, chocking on her tears.

"Listen to me, there isn’t time, just get me the pills...just get me the pills Wheez"

Rafe Cameron’s breathing was shallow and heavy, it hurt to speak, it hurt to move, his bones ground together like rocks and his brain sizzled, He felt his face begin to melt through his eyes, forcing them to close.

He strained to hear the muffled sounds of Wheezie rummaging through the drawers and prayed she’d find them.

"Here" she pushed the small packet of faded peach coloured pills into his chest.

"Crush one of them"

Wordlessly Wheezie placed the small pill on the floor, she could barely see from behind her fogged up glasses. She pushed the back of her phone down onto it till she heard the crunch as the pill split into tiny pieces; her tears fell soundlessly onto her screen.

He’d been bent over, leaning so far forwards, his forehead was inches away from the ground. Rafe slumped down pressing his nose into the powder and snorting it as quickly as his body allowed. He tilted his head back, the bitterness racing down the back of his throat, he breathed.

The high pitched ringing had stopped, his head emerged from underwater, he could hear; he could see; he could feel, he could feel his heart.

"There you are" he chuckled sheepishly.

Wheezie looked at him with disbelief -with disgust.

As if the last 5 minutes had been nothing but a fever dream; Rafe had gotten back up, dusted off his jeans and raked his fingers through his hair styling it back into place. He’d grinned at her and she’d wanted to punch it right off his face.

"What was that, why did you make me do that" She knew that the worst part was over and he couldn’t make her feel bad for being angry now.

"Come on Wheez don’t be like that, I just needed a little help thats all, it wasn’t serious" Rafe shrugged.

It was like whiplash -the nonchalance in his voice and it snapped something inside her.

Wheezie sobbed, her whole body shaking, she felt it in her gut. It confused him, but Rafe hated seeing his sister cry, he pulled Wheezie into his chest wrapping his arms tightly around her.

"I promise it wasn’t serious" he whispered into her hair.

"How can you say that" she trembled against him.

"I wouldn’t put you in that position Wheez"

She pushed against him, trying to free herself “but you just did” she said, her voice breaking.

Rafe Cameron was no stranger to this look, he’d been raised his whole life on this look, but not once had he’d seen it worn by his youngest sister, until now. That look, a mean mixture of disappointment, pity and resentment. Saying he’d grown accustomed to it was an understatement, but on Wheezie it hit him different. He wasn’t sure about anyone, but they’d had a bond, She loved him and he knew it and now he’d fucked that up too.

"What do you want from me kid, an apology?" he’d burn the bridge before she could light the match.

"I just want my brother to stop being such an asshole to everyone...to me"

“I don’t want you to die Rafe”

He moved towards her and pulled her into his side, “I wont, I’m sorry and I don’t mean to be an asshole you know?”

He gave her a quick kiss on her temple and pushed her towards the door.

"I know" she said, hesitating in the doorway, before stepping out of his room with even more uncertainty than she’d entered.

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2 hours later, he was slumped over Topper’s kitchen counter doing a line of coke.

The little “study session” that Topper had organized sounded distant, warped behind the double glazed french doors.

The music blared in, bass reverberating beneath his sneakers before being muted by the slam of the door.

"Yo Dude, Rafe slow down" Kelce said shooting Topper a look, as they made their way over to him.

They’d heard from Sarah, who’d heard from John B who’d heard from Y/N what had happened that afternoon.

"I’m good" Rafe said, waving them off.

"Seriously, Rafe, Y/N’s a great girl but-"

"-Shut up Topper" he said annunciating every word, “I don’t need you telling me how great my girlfriend is, I know she’s great, she’s so fucking great” he snapped.

"Look man, all we’re saying is it sucks what happened but we’re here for you...just go easy on the candy or my brothers gonna kill me" Kelce said, dropping an arm around Rafe’s shoulder and patting a hand on his chest.

"Yeah, like I was saying Y/N’s a great girl, you made a mistake but she’s gonna understand, everything’s gonna be fine and besides, whatever happens we got you dude" Topper stated, tipping his cup towards Rafe.

Rafe shook Kelce’s arm off him and leaned in for another line. They meant well, they always did, but right now he hated them, he hated their stiff collars and perfectly pressed polos, he hated the watches they wore so proudly -Daddies gifts passed down over generations of old money, the same “gift” he’d gotten, stolen from a locked drawer, he hated how genuine they were being, their stupid smiles and brotherly reassurance, he hated the control they had, how they could get fucked up without getting fucked up. But most of all he hated himself for hating them.

"You know what boys you’re right, everything’s gonna be fine" he said, flashing them a fake smile.

"Here" he said, grabbing the nearest bottle of tequila and pouring out three shots. “Lets drink to it”

"Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about” Kelce said slapping a hand on Rafe’s back, “Cameron on top!"

"Dude" Topper laughed

"What I didn't mean it like that- I just meant like- you know nothing can keep him down-"

"Aright, alright, alright, so are we drinking or what" Rafe said, waving them off

"Top?"

Rafe held out the shot of brown liquid, his eyebrows raised. Topper knew it was more of a challenge than a question. He took the small glass from him and downed it, his eyes never leaving Rafe’s. He held the older boy’s gaze for a second longer before the coughs spluttered out.

Rafe scoffed before pouring out another one and sliding it over towards Topper. He walked over to the doors and swung them open, promptly cutting off the music and the swarm of protests that followed, as he climbed up onto the patio table.

“Listen up, everyone say thank you Topper for this generous opportunity for us to come together and catch up on our summer reading”

A ripple of laughs, whistles and thank you Topper’s fanned out through the soon to be upperclassmen of Kildare Academy High.

"Dude what are you doing?" Topper whispered, tugging on Rafe’s shirt as he swayed too close to the edge of the table.

Rafe leaned over and stared down at his friend, pushing his hand off him. Topper could see the blacks of his friend’s pupils spilling out into the blues, shimmering so deceitfully deadly like a growing oil spill. Rafe was too high and too drunk to be doing this.

“Get down”

“Who’s gonna make me Thornton, you?” Rafe said in the same tone he’d had earlier when he’d offered Topper the drink.

Topper held his hands up and backed away, there was no arguing with Rafe Cameron, especially intoxicated Rafe Cameron.

Rafe steadied himself back up and plastered that fake smile across his face. “Now I’d personally like to thank my best friend Topper for not only being there for me but for constantly cucking himself out to my sister, Sarah Cameron” He smirked as he pointed towards the pool where Sarah was sitting on John B’s lap “There she is, resident Kook princess, its funny cause Sarah here has always wanted a puppy, guess she didn’t realize we already had a family pet, so here’s a toast to our little bitch boy Topper Thornton”

An uncomfortable silence settled over the crowd as they watched Rafe down the shot. The awkward shuffles and whispers disappearing as quickly as they’d come as someone accidentally on purpose tripped over something or someone and turned on the music again, drowning out the scuffle of Kelce and Topper pulling Rafe off the table.

"What the actual fuck was that" Kelce demanded, pushing Rafe back into the house, “Where the fuck did that come from?”

Rafe stared blankly at Kelce as he turned back to the kitchen counter, grabbing the nearest bottle and pouring out another drink.

"Look man I know you’re going through some shit right now, so I’m just gonna do you a favour and forget everything you just said" Topper stated.

"Do me a favour? do yourself a favour Thornton and stop getting so fetal over everything" Rafe chuckled humourlessly, he was over this conversation, over them.

"Jesus dude enough" Kelce remarked

Rafe’s response died mid sentence as they were greeted by the encore of rap lyrics muted once again by the slam of the glass doors.

"Don’t you dare ever drag me into one of your drug fuelled hate speeches again" Sarah shouted at him from across the room, John B at her heels like her personal guard dog. He really had to hand it to his sister, the way she had all her boys turning everything but tricks for her. When else would John B, be caught dead at an all Kook party let alone at the Thornton's.

Great

Rafe leaned against the kitchen counter his head in his hands, his eyes rolling behind his palms, he should have known better but tequila made him stupid. It was one thing to listen to Topper and Kelce, but he’d sooner dig his own grave than stay and listen to anything his sister had to say.

He did his best to drown out the whine of her voice, but the coke was wearing off rapidly and he needed another fix.

"Dude you’re a mess" John B’s words cut through the barrage of Sarah’s

Rafe had missed the nervous looks shared between them, he’d missed how Sarah had stopped talking and how she was now holding onto John B’s hand so tightly it had turned white, Topper and Kelce were talking to him but he couldn’t hear them. All he could feel was the clamminess of his hands, his legs shaking and giving out. The feeling of not being able to breath rapidly flooding his lungs again.

"Rafe!”

He was surrounded by voices that he could barely place, falling in and out of consciousness till he heard that one...

"Y/N?"

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