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cypherthesuccubus · 2 days

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Rekindle Our Spark~

Alastor x reader -Part 3- (NSFW) (MDNI)!!!!!

Warnings: smut, 18+, predator/prey, murder, S&M, bondage, knife play, blood kink, marking, cock worship, pussy worship, body worship, dom/sub, breath play, she/her pronouns, vaginal sex, breeding, creampie, rutting

Other tags: Fluff and Angst

Aftercare always!!!~✨

Part three is here, my darlings!!~ sorry for the wait, but good things always come to those who do, don’t they~ Please do enjoy yourselves~ 😈💕✨

(The song that plays during the dance)

(Y/N’s P.O.V)

I flip through the pages of my book I’m currently invested in. Nothing beats a good mystery novel every now and again. I recline back against the arm rest of the couch when I’m disturbed by a feminine voice “Hey (Y/N)! Vaggie and me are calling it a night, but I wanted to see how you were doing before I did.” I look to Miss Charlie; giving her a genuine smile “Oh I’m doing quite well! About to head to bed myself after I finish this chapter.” She smiles; just very happy to hear that I’m adjusting so well “Well if you need anything, just ask, ok?” I nod as she takes her leave upstairs; joining her girlfriend as they make their way down the hall. Ever since I’ve decided to become part of the Hazbin Hotel; thanks to a certain Radio demon; I’ve been feeling a lot more at ease then I was living in cannibal town. Yes the town is civilized of course, but still they ate human flesh like you would regular food. Which would put me on edge if one day I ended up on someone’s platter on account I made someone mad, or looked at them the wrong way. Could be my paranoia talking, but I honestly still would choose to move anyways; even if Alastor didn’t invite me to be a resident in the hotel. I still laugh about what transpired before he invited me here. He decides to give me a fright in the supply closet; thus jogging my memory of that night. I was thankful he let me go, but unfortunately I was still caught and brought back to meet my fate. I yelled out for him when I did get caught by one of the men, but it was too late. His corpse laid on the ground; soaking in his own blood from the shot wound.

I did manage to escape once they brought me back to their hideout. One of the men didn’t register that I was unbound and left me unsupervised in the lobby. I’d say luck was on my side after all. I had to go into witness protection after that and move to a different city under a new name. It worked for a while, until they found me. Unfortunately they weren’t interested in me anymore; they wanted me dead more than anything after escaping them. I went the same way he did; very petty if you ask me. So I’ve been down here for like what? 70 years now? Yeah, it’s been a shit show to say the least, but things got better since becoming Rosie’s assistants. She was very nice to me; quickly giving me a job that I didn’t think I would get, since every other place wasn’t hiring or didn’t accept me. Now I had a new place to live at along with possible redemption; things were finally looking up. I close my book; putting it back on the shelf as I make my way up the stairs. Slowly walking down the hall, I hear faint music coming from the door near the end of the hall way. I think it was coming from Alastor’s room. I only seen it once from the tour Charlie gave me a month prior to moving into the hotel. Most of Alastor’s stuff was off limits to everyone, but I was finding very difficult to not investigate the music coming from his room. The music would play more clearly the closer I got to the door. It sounded so familiar like a blast from the past; drawing me in by nostalgia.

Before I could knock on the door, it opened on its own as if it knew I would be here. I slowly poke my head in; looking around to see if Alastor was in here. I catch a glance over to a large red velvet chair; sitting in front of the fireplace where I see a pair of familiar black and red shoes. His legs crossed over as he hums along to the tune, whilst reading a book of his own. Before I could make my presence known, he turns his head towards the door; giving me a welcoming smile. “Ahh (Y/N)! What a pleasant surprise! Do what do I owe this lovely visit from you so late at night?” I chuckled nervously; trying to find my words. “Oh it’s just….I overheard some music and wanted to hear it better.” He closes his book as he gets up from the chair; making his way towards me. “Is that all you came here for, my dear? I was hoping we could catch up! Have a little chat and reminisce on the past.” He stops right in front of me; eyes glowing in the dim light while his smile never faltered. “Well…that does sound nice. Why not!” He offers his hand out; taking it hesitantly as he guides me to the part of his room where there was a literal forest like atmosphere there. The grass and trees look and felt so real. It was almost like being back on earth again. He leads me to a cute cafe like table with elegant chairs to match. Pulling out one, he gestured me to sit; gently pushing me in as he goes to sit across from me.

(Alastor’s P.O.V)

“I have so many questions, my dear! For instance, what happened after that night? Did you manage to escape thanks to my help, darling?” I snap my fingers; making a tea set appear on the table as I go to pour myself and her a cup. “Well I did eventually. They caught me a little bit after you let me go, and I saw what happened to you.” I felt my eye twitch; remembering how annoying it was to be taken out by a petty excuse of a criminal no less. “Luckily they weren’t too smart to realize you cut the ropes off when I escaped the second time.” I chuckle as I take a sip of the tea. “Lucky indeed! How did you manage to stay alive this long before now?” She takes a sip of her tea; placing back down as she lets out a heavy sigh. “I didn’t live that long. Witness protection did keep me alive for 20 years, until they found me…..they killed me the same way you died, which was really petty if you ask me.” I nod; taking another sip “They never really did have class, did they? How long have you been down here since then, my dear?” She pauses, placing her fist under her chin as she thinks “I’d say about rather…..70 years now?….yeah that sounds right.” 70 years? And I haven’t ran into her until now? Ironic how things work like this. We continue to reminisce about fond memories we’ve had. Even the moments we’ve had before that night.

My ears perk up during our charming conversation; hearing a song that reminded me of another night we shared due to celebratory reasons. Her family had hit an important milestone that night and wanted to throw a last minute gathering. I think that night we had our first conversation with each other; along with a first dance. I place my tea cup down; getting up from the chair as I stand in front of (Y/N). “Remember that night, my dear? Shall we recreate it?” I offer my hand to her; my smile widens as she timidly takes it. I lead her to the middle of the forest clearing; placing my left hand on her waist as I held her hand with my right. The song was slow; leading us into a waltz as she smiles at me. “Looks like you still know how to dance after all this time.” I chuckle; leading her to twirl in place. “Of course, my dear! Wouldn’t be gentlemen like of me if I didn’t.” She chuckles as we continue to dance a little further into the clearing of the trees. The song was nearing its end; sliding my arm around her waist as I pull her in closer. “You know, my dear, all this reliving the past has got me thinking….this setting we’re in….reminds me of another memory that was never….completed.” She looks at me; arching her brow as she tilts her head “What do you mean by that, Alastor?”

I spin her once more; pulling her close to me as I slowly dip her with a wide smile “If memory serves me right, my dear…..the night before I died…we made a little deal, didn’t we?~” She blushes at the realization; eyes widening as I can feel her heartbeat quicken “Y-yes we did, huh?” I chuckle; running my hand up her thigh as I lift it to rest at my hip; holding it there. “There’s one thing to know about me, darling….when I make a deal….” I run my free hand up the back of her neck; lowering her to lay on the forest floor as I pin her body down. I gently grab her chin; having her look deep into my eyes as she blushes once more. “I always come to collect~.” I lower myself down; capturing her lips with my own. I pry her mouth open just enough to slide my tongue against hers; tasting every inch of her in a feverish vigor. I run my hands up the length of her arms; pinning them by the wrists as I summon my ethereal chains to bound them. She breaks the kiss; completely out of breath as she spoke “W-what are you doing?” She wiggles against the chains; pushing me to hold the restraints down; grinning wildly “I going to take what’s mine, my dear~…..now…let’s continue where we left off all those years ago~.”

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freedomfireflies · 12 days

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Our Place*

Summary: An extra for 404*

The one where Harry invites you back to his apartment for the first time and it doesn't go as planned.

Word Count: 1.7k

Content Warning: 18+, smut, breeding kink, angst (happy ending), use of a safe word

Harry’s apartment is nicer than you expected.

The furniture is cozy, the décor is unique, and his bedroom is well kept. He even has fresh flowers on his kitchen table.

It surprised you, even though it shouldn’t. Harry doesn’t seem like a dirty guy, but truthfully, you were still shocked to find he had both sheets on his bed and no clothes on the ground.

You take in the tiny details of his life as he kisses down your neck and slips his fingers into your jeans. He’d wrangled you onto the bed only seconds after you walked through the door. He didn’t want to give you a tour of the whole apartment. Just the bedroom. Which you were more than all right with.

He’s oddly desperate, given the circumstances. Maybe he always is, but tonight feels different. Tonight feels…hopeful.

“Shit, Tink,” he groans into your ear when he feels how wet you’ve become. “S’this just because you rode my bike?”

You gently swat the back of his head. “Stop it.”

“What?” He noses under your jaw. “Felt you squirming back there, Princess. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice how you were trying to get yourself off to the vibrations?”

You wince. You didn’t even realize you’d been doing it. “I was not, I was just…the adrenaline was a lot—”

“Uh-huh.” He laughs and something about it sounds like honey. “S’fine, baby. You know I don’t mind.”

“Well…I wasn’t—”

“Sure. Can I fuck you now?”

You huff. “That’s why I’m here.”

He rips your jeans down your legs, tossing them over his shoulder and somewhere onto the floor. The warm air feels good and it’s then that you realize he’s right. You’re soaked, all the way through your panties.

But instead of taunting you further, he only tugs them aside and pulls his cock out.

“I think…” he murmurs as he lines himself up, “…it’s high time I got you pregnant.”

Your mouth falls open in a moan as he drops a glob of spit onto your clit and pushes in.

You’ve noticed that his breeding kink makes an appearance more often than not these days. Which you aren’t exactly complaining about. After all, you have one, too. Mostly thanks to him.

But it surprises you all the same as he starts to work himself in and out of your tight cunt, whispering the filthiest promises.

“Think I won’t do it, hm? I will. Swell this pretty belly with my cum. S’what it was made for, wasn’t it? To take me. Have my babies. Gonna stretch you so pretty…get your tits leaking. You’ll let me have a taste, won’t you, Princess?”

You try to respond but how can you? You feel as though you’ve been fucked dumb. Unable to hear anything past the pounding of blood in your ears.

His glasses start to slip down his nose. He almost always takes them off—they’re mostly for reading anyway. But you like the look of them. Like how studious it makes him seem...how scandalous.

So, you nudge them back up. Desperate to see him exactly the way he always is.

He smirks. “You all right there, Tink?”

You nod weakly. “Yes…yeah. M’fine.”

“Thinking about what I said?” He kisses down your chest. “Thinking about calling me Daddy for real? Having our babies?"

Our. A word you didn’t think belonged to you. Because Harry doesn’t belong to you. And you don’t belong to him. You’re two separate people. Even when you fuck, he’s in his world and you’re in yours. You weren’t meant to be an “our.”

You chalk this up to a slip of the tongue. Something you say when you're threatening to breed someone. And you choose not to give it any power. Because you know what happens if you do.

The fucking gets harder. Faster. He’s chasing a high. In fact, he's been chasing it since earlier in the bar when he saw you with another man. And you know he’s trying to hold off for you, but he wants to cum. He wants to paint your belly with his seed and fuck it back in. Wants to make good on his word even if he shouldn’t.

Your nails scratch down his back, damp and covered in sweat. But his muscles feel good in your hands and you whimper as you hike a leg over his hip and bury him in your pussy.

In your lust-filled haze, your attention drifts. Head rolling to the side as you focus on the soft grunts in your ear.

But then, your eyes find something on his dresser.

Your heart stops.

In fact, everything stops. Your breathing, your noises, your gentle rolls to meet his thrusts.

It all stops. And you whisper, “Red.”

He quickly falls still. A rather impressive feat given how anxious he is to find release. From 100 to 0 in only seconds, and you almost feel guilty as you sense him glance at you.

“What’s wrong?” he asks through labored inhales. “What…what happened, what do you want me to do?”

But you don’t look back. You keep your focus on the piece of furniture in the corner of his room and you will yourself not to cry.

Eventually, he looks, too. And when he realizes, the air in the room shifts.

He lets out a soft sigh and drops his hand to your hip. Squeezing it once. “Tink…”

You say nothing. Tears are pooling behind your lashes and your chest feels tight.

“Tink,” he tries again, firm. His grip tightens on your waist. “Tinkerbell—"

“She’s beautiful,” you breathe. You take in a soft gasp. “Oh, my god, Harry, she’s…she’s so beautiful.”

He’s quiet for only a moment. “Yeah. She was,” he agrees gently.

You can’t take your eyes away from the picture frame. The guilt is so much worse now than it was before. Your heart is in your throat, in your ears, lying on the floor next to your jeans.

You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be here. In his bed—their bed—fucking the man she died loving. While he promises to get you pregnant and give you his babies.

And how is he so calm? How the fuck is he looking at her picture while still inside of you instead of screaming at you to leave his apartment? How can he be okay with cheating on her with you?

“Princess,” he says again, and grabs onto your jaw to force your focus back to him. “Talk to me, what do you want me to do?”

Your lashes flutter. “What?”

“You said red,” he reminds you. “Which means we stop. But I need to know if you’re in pain or if I can pull out?”

It takes a moment for you to blink the fog from your mind and understand. But when you do, your stomach wrenches. “I…wait, shit, I…I want you to finish, I just…I saw her photo, and—”

“I know,” he interrupts softly. He gives you a gentle smile. “Yeah, I know. I’ve been there. But red means stop. And we’re gonna honor that. No matter why you said it.”

You whimper. “Harry, wait—”

“I’m gonna pull out,” he says, ignoring your plea. “And then we’re gonna talk—”

“Harry…Harry come on, you can’t—”

But he does. Even though he winces as slips himself out, teeth gritting together to keep from coming.

But once he’s out, he delicately closes your legs, and sits beside you. “Okay,” he begins. He keeps your eyes on him. “What’s going on up there?”

He nods at your forehead and you want to cry. “Nothing, I just…I…”

“You’ve never seen her before.”

You shake your head. “I don’t think so.”

“And you weren’t expecting to see her now,” he says for you. “Especially when we were fucking.”

You sniffle. “It felt like we were cheating. Like I was helping you hurt her. And then…and then I got worried that maybe you only brought me back here so you could pretend I was her. You know? With all the stuff about…about babies…and us, and…and—”

“Okay, breathe,” he instructs. He cups your cheek and presses his thumb to your trembling lips. “Breathe, Tink. Slow.”

Forced to obey, you suck in shallow gasps for air until your heart rate slows and your head doesn’t feel so dizzy.

Pleased, he says, “I know you’re not her, Tink. I don’t want you to be.”

Your expression softens.

“I brought you here because you’re the only person I want to see in the place she once lived,” he continues. His voice is strong. Steady. Like he’s given this far more thought than you anticipated. “After she died, I left it the same. I didn’t touch anything. Not the furniture she picked out. Not the dumb, cute little bowls she insisted we buy. Not the coffee pot that doesn’t work but she loved because she swore it made her coffee taste better. None of it.”

The tears fall down your cheeks, fast and without mercy.

“I didn’t invite people over because I wanted to pretend she still lived here,” he tells you. “I wanted it to still be our place. Not just mine. And the thought of bringing someone else back here felt…wrong.”

You grab onto his wrist to keep his hand close and he smiles.

“And then you,” he murmurs, dipping down to nuzzle his nose against yours. A display of affection you’d never expect from him. “And yeah, you’re annoying, and I hate you. But she would have fucking loved you.”

You nearly sob.

“I want you here,” he says. “I want to talk about getting you pregnant and having our babies. I want to fuck you on this bed and I want to make you cry for a very different reason.”

You laugh through the tears.

“Look, I don’t believe in guardian angels and an afterlife and all that shit,” he admits. “But sometimes, I swear she sent you to me. And yeah, I probably should have moved the picture first. That was my fault, I haven’t had anyone in here in a while. But…you’re not her, Tink. You’re you. And that’s exactly who I want you to be.”

You can’t stop the next wave of emotion as you sling your arms around his neck and pull him close. He chuckles in your embrace but doesn’t fight you. He holds you, too. For as long as you both need.

“I hate you, too,” you finally whisper.

He smiles.

“Harry?”

“Mm?”

“…can we please finish now?”

He leans back to see you. “Are you sure?”

“Very.” You kiss him. “After all, you promised to get me pregnant. And I can’t leave until you do, Daddy."

The groan against your lips is delicious and devious.

And it’s everything you’ve ever wanted.

“As you wish.”

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fairytsuk1 · 3 months

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morning sex with Alex. 😋😋

morning sex with alex!!

alex doesn’t sleep well so I imagine he’s always choosing to sleep in with you WHICH MEANS morning sex all the time dare I say its one of his favorites!

i imagine he sleeps in shorts and a tank so i know it’s heavenly feeling his soft muscular arms wrap around you or even him tugging you closer into the firmness of his chest AAAAAA

sucking hickeys on your neck in a sleep-addled haze, fingertips just barely brushing the waistband of your panties, “mm…”

he sighs in your ear. the low timbre in your voice makes you stir, makes your legs fall apart wider and alex pull you even closer. he’s only half-hard, but you can feel him growing harder with every slight rock of his hips against the small of your back.

“lex…”

“yeah?”

it’s still so quiet. the sun is the only one awake with the two of you, bathing your bodies in golden light as he tweaks your nipples and hotly brings you into feverish kisses.

“need you,” you whisper, “right now.”

“yeah, yeah…” he sighs into your mouth.

his hair is shaggy and messy. alex sucks on your nipple hard and a squeak is forced out of you, “oh fuck!”

“always taste so fucking sweet, baby.”

the sheets make rustling sounds as boxer shorts are pushed down and pink panties are kicked off. alex’s cock sits leaking on your lower stomach. it’s so intimate the way he pushes the head through your soaked folds, “fuck.”

it always feels heavenly when alex fucks into you raw. his heavy tip dragging against your walls and hitting your spot with a heavy hand. the air feels thick when alex splits you open, hands pushing on your thighs to see your creamy hole squeeze around him.

“fuck, alex, stretching me so good! i love it, aah!”

alex whimpers into your neck. he practically preens at your praise, balls slapping against your ass and a shaky thumb winding circles around your clit, “i love fucking you. i love this, ohmygod, i-i’m close.”

his voice peaks and your legs are shaking from your impending orgasm. he’s so hot, and the snap of the coil being stretched is so close you can almost taste it. alex’s meek noises spur you on. they’re deep from the morning yet needy from your pussy, “cum around me, mi amor. oh shit!! w-wanna feel you cream around me—ungh!”

your mutual orgasm crashes upon the two of you, nerves sizzling like a hot pan. your thighs clench under the pads of his fingers, alex’s balls churning as he shoots hot, white ropes into your walls.

“fuckk…”

alex heaves, sweat droplets making their way down his temple. his hands shakily release your legs as he collapses onto your form. it’s quiet and still now. even the sun shines brighter through the blinds.

it’s still early. but you savor alex at any time of the day, but especially in the morning;)

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yourgentlegirlfriend · 1 year

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Bro, infinite darkness Leon is plaguing my mind I’m being so fr rn. So my req is like DomInfiniteDarkness!Leon and like this reader who rlly sarcastic and bites back and shit like that and the plot is (porn 🫶 obvi) that he asks reader to ride his face (after a few days of sexual tension) and like she’s taken aback at first but then she’s like ‘he’s hot tho’ (not rlly I can’t think of a better response, u can choose) so she rides his face yeah, and he has this grip on her thighs that she can’t even try squirming away

And omg, there should be like this one part when he’s eating her and like she grips his hair and he goes feral and sucks harshly as a motion to continue the grip on his hair, also the stubble that he has should like graze her poussay and like she clenches bc of it and Leon notices 😮‍💨🤭🤭

Leon just gives pussy-eater vibes, is it jus me? 😭 anyways in not asking this anonymously bc I need this shit so bad

If u wrote anything similar, I’m sorry 😭 😭

Tyyyy ♥️♥️♥️🫶🫶🫶🫶

( I had to, he’s so fine)

ID Leon is a plague in my mind he never goes away. I was actually writing a request super similar to this so i hope the other person who requested this sees this!! I honestly don’t think it’s that good but i try my hardest FOR YOU GUYS. I made the reader plus size deal with it and if you hate it so much just block it out with your mind okay because i needed to write a lil something for me in this one. Sorry i haven’t been posting much writing i hit little blocks sometimes and feel like my writing sucks but nothing a little sleep couldn’t fix!

Disclaimer!!! This blog is 18+ only! If you are underaged please don’t interact with my posts thank you!!

mentions of afab slighty plus size reader x ID Leon!!

Warnings: Angsty kinda! Mentions of yelling, holding guns and close to death experiences. Leon forces reader to sit on his face, he’s kinda rough with her

word count: 2,826

Heavy. Your arm hanging from the metal that had been broken not even seconds before. Though you and Leon had far to many disagreements he was still your partner. Just the way his head tilted up and his hand gripped at your wrist you knew he was so angry that you would throw yourself so close to death just to save him. The metal beneath you made a loud creaking noise as you gripped at Leon's hand, your other arm folding over to pull him up onto the platform with you.

“You have a death wish?”

Leon yelled as he tried to carefully crawl up next to you as you let go of his arm. You leaned back on your arms, catching your breath, your eyes followed Leon standing up, his hand reaching down to help you off the floor.

“That must’ve really bruised your ego huh, kennedy.”

Mascara caked a bit under your eyes due to all the running and the tank of water exploding all over you. Your hips swayed side to side as you put your hand up waving goodbye to Leon, yelling something about how you’d see him next week.

——-

Leon’s jaw tightened watching your hips sway, the way your soaked shirt clung to your body. You were his rookie once, he trained you from the ground up. Once your promotion hit you never let Leon talk down to you again, and he hated it. Snarky comments about his aim, about the way he talks, how he looks in his suits.

His body screamed at him for relief, preferably whiskey. The bar was quiet and he couldn’t help but thank the god he didn’t necessarily believe in. His fingers traced over the rim of his glass in front of him. The man had too much trauma, a troubling past and current that just weighed on him so heavily that it made everything he does difficult.

“I knew I’d find you here.”

Your silky voice snapped him from his day dreaming, his chin tilting down as his eyes traced every dip and curve of your body before he brought the glass to his lips, the liquid stinging his throat as he tilted the glass against his mouth. You wore that pretty black dress you had been wearing back in Grahamas office, but of course you had to change when actual shit started to go down. It hugs your hips and thighs so good, your plush legs crossing over each other as you sat down staring at your partner.

“You okay?”

For once you seemed genuinely concerned for him, Leon’s head nodding as the bartender poured more whiskey into his glass. Your delicate hand reaching forward and pulling the glass from him. Leon sighed turning himself to you in full, his hands reaching down to unbutton his jacket that held it to his center.

“What.”

A smirk quickly grew on your lips as you took HIS whiskey down your throat, your nose scrunching as you pushed the glass back to him. He was so tired of your bratty demeanor, it’s so unprofessional, so unclassy. Your hands reached out to fix the collar of his white button down as you still processed the burn of the alcohol.

“I worry about you sometimes.. Anyways, I was looking for you then Claire told me you were rambling about desperately needing a drink.”

Leon couldn’t help but admire the way your hands moved when you spoke, your eyes rolling at the mention of his small drinking problem.

“Drinking everyday is bad for your liver Leon.”

Leon groaned at your lecturing, his hands coming up to shush you.

“Fuck you..”

He grumbled, causing your mouth to drop open. Honestly you were offended. For once you were really concerned about the man which was rare from either of you because if you weren’t working, you were fighting.

“You’d like that too much, old man.”

———-

“Cmon Le.. Let's just have one more drink.”

Leon’s hands held at your waist as you stumbled into him. So while you lectured him for drinking so much you downed shots one after another right in front of him. Leon watched you ramble all night, the night he was supposed to spend for himself. After he pulled the both of you outside, you shivered pointing to your car, you hand grabbing for your keys in your purse.

“Okay bye Leon.”

You slurred as a whistle left Leon’s lips, his much taller frame coming in front of you to catch you yet again. Your hands nudged at him, trying to push him off you as you whined about it being cold and how you wanted to lay down. His hands worked at his jacket, shrugging it off and reaching for your arms and slipping it onto you.

“Stop talking and walk, let’s go, you're not driving.”

You were an idiot. Leon’s head shook in disappointment as the two of you began your walk down the street in silence. Even through your drunken fog you could see he was upset with you, your hands playing with the long sleeves of his dark blue suit jacket. He did have his moments where he got genuinely upset with you, like when you had accidentally stabbed him during training, or when you stepped in front of him and Chris during a mission to take the damage of a blown hit. You didn’t belong in this field and he had no idea how you even made it this far. He reached into his back pocket pulling his keys out before he pushed open the door, turning himself back to you.

“Inside.”

His palm rested against your lower back as you stepped inside his home, your eyes adjusting to the lighting change. Leon pulled the jacket off of you and threw it on his couch before he leaned on the counter staring at you. Standing in the middle of his living room. His annoyance was making you sober, playing with your fingernails as he glared at you. His back turned to you as he pulled a glass from his cabinet, turning on his faucet to pour water into it. You flinched as he slammed it in front of you.

“Drink.”

A laugh left your lips as you reached for the glass, taking a sip. But Leon didn’t seem to find it as funny as you did, his hands resting on the beautiful marble counter.

“Lots of one word responses tonight huh.”

You asked as you finished off the glass of water, your hand rubbing your stomach. He was in his own world, it was shocking he cared as much as he did.

“Yeah, goodnight.”

Leon mumbled as he pulled the glass into his sink, pointing to the blankets on the couch. Watching his figure walk down the hall made your skin crawl. You wanted to tell him how scared you were today, how you almost lost him. How he didn’t notice the bruise on your right shoulder from almost breaking your shoulder saving him.

————

A loud thump of a pillow hitting your face shook you from your sleep, your hand reaching for your gun as you sat up.

“Oh calm down. Let’s go Grahams called.”

Leon spoke as he handed you your shoes. You yawned, pushing your heels on before running out the door after him. It’s your favorite time of day, even though you have a violent hangover and it feels like you are going to puke with every step you take trying to catch up to Leon. Out of breath finally walking beside him you push your neck forward, nodding with that stupid smug look on your face that Leon hated.

“You clean up really nice Leon, what straightener do you use?”

How could you be so bitchy at eight in the morning, Leon’s eyes rolled, his lips pressed together as he got into his car, you not falling too short behind. Out of all the people in the department he didn’t understand how he ended up with you as his partner.

——-

“What?”

Leon stood next to you, him and the president sharing a glance as he sighed.

“Listen, Leon told me what happened yesterday and we decided collectively it would be best for you to go work for another agency.”

Your jaw grew tight, it felt like your teeth were being grinded down and your cheeks were flushed a deep red in anger. Your head snapped to Leon, your eyes squinting at him. How could he file a complaint about you saving his life? He is lying directly to the source but you had no proof he was lying which is what made the situation so much worse.

“Fuck you.”

Your words smacked Leon in the face, your body purposely shoving into his shoulder- and hard too. The sound of your heels clicking filled the hallway, your anger building in your chest as you stormed out the back door. This was your life purpose, being an agent. When your younger brother had died at the hands of Umbrella you tried working your way up to demolish it all. None of it mattered anyways because when you met Leon and Chris your life had completely changed. Even though you and Leon had too many unsolvable problems, you thought he still cared? Now you were left jobless, clueless. You looked down at your phone as it buzzed in your purse ‘Leon’ Flashing on the screen.

Stupid son a bitch.

————

Loud banging on your door woke you up, your eyes fixing on the clock on your nightstand. Three in the morning? Sitting up quickly you pulled your handgun from your dresser, tip toeing into the living room area of your flat.

“Who is it? I have a gun!”

When not at work your self defense skills were beyond poor, the banging stopped, the sounds of shuffling were heard before a small thud was heard against your door. Peering into the small eyehole of your door, there stood Leon. His eyes squeezed shut as he rested his palm against your door, you immediately swung the door open causing Leon to fix at his posture.

“Jesus christ Leon, what the fuck?”

Leon’s body pushed into your flat, slamming the door behind him. His hands grabbed at the gun in your hand, laying it on your counter. Your lower back smacked against your couch as he towered over you, his hands reaching down to hold at your face before his lips smacked into yours. No alcohol? Leons teeth nipped at your lip, pulling a low moan from you before you put your hands out pushing him away from you

“What are you doing?”

Leon’s chest heaved as he stared at you, you still looked so sleepy, your pretty nightgown resting so beautifully on your thighs. Your hair was a mess and now your lips were all puffy, he couldn’t fucking stand you. Leon’s hand ruffled through his hair as he looked down the hall to your room, your bed sheets a mess. Leon’s hand gripped your upper arm, walking down the hallway with you in his hands.

“Leon! Stop! Look at me”

Pretending you didn’t like the way he touched you was a joke, and you knew Leon could tell just by the way you reacted to his touch. A whine spilled from your lips as he shoved you down onto your silk sheets, your fingers reaching down to fix your nightgown that had flown up. The sound of Leon’s knees hitting the floor echoed through your ears, your upper body lifting as you watched him lick at his chapped lips. His head shook at the sight of your glistening folds in front of him, your thighs squeezing together as you stared down at the man. Stammers of protest left your lips as Leon’s fingers dug into the flesh of your meaty thighs, of course he was strong but you didn’t know he was this strong. A deep groan emitted from his chest as he lifted his hand, his tongue running across his fingers. His eyes finally met yours, his fingers slick with his spit rubbing small circles on your clit.

“Not so much to say now, huh?”

Oh. Your heart dropped as you remembered the paperwork you had sent in placing a complaint for him. Talking about how unprofessional he was, how he drinks on the job, and stuff about his personal life in general, your lips shook as your mouth opened, a moan ripping from your throat as Leon's thick fingers pushed into you, your hand reached down grabbing at his wrist but he pushed it off to side as he rose his way up your much smaller body. His other hand gripped at the inner part of your knee, locking it beside him as he pushed his fingers into you.

“God you piss me off, Grahams was so mad at me you know? But unlike you I didn't lose my job. You had me with your little comments but I swear if you try something like this again, I will do more than fuck you stupid, Do you understand me?”

When did Leon get the capability to be so fucking mean? Your head nodded up at him, his fingers drawing from you. Leon’s head shook in disapproval as he pushed himself off you, laying down on his back.

“Sit.”

Great. Back with the one word responses. You sat up confused as your hand reached down to cover your exposed self. Your gaze shifted to Leon who looked so pretty sprawled out onto your black silk sheets. His pupils were blown with lust.

“Sit?”

Laughter came with the question as Leon tilted his head to the side to admire you tilting your head back as you laughed at yourself. His hands tugged you towards him, making you lose your balance. “fucking brat.” He mumbled as he dragged you onto of him, your body sitting on his chest.

“Sit on my face. I know you’re not stupid.”

Leon spoke up to you as he pulled your hips towards his face but you pushing yourself back made his eyebrows raise.

“Leon, I'm going to kill you..”

You sat up slightly trying to take more weight off his chest. You weren’t the skinniest but Leon knew that you were always a bit self conscious about your weight, and the amount of times he has caught you has been extremely surprising. One look down at him changed your mind, he was looking at you as if you were the only person in the word, his tongue continuously licking over his lips, you let out a shaky breath before you brought yourself forward grabbing at the headboard. Hovering over his face still too scared but Leon’s hands reached up, pushing you down onto his face.

“Leon!- oh-”

Screams of worry turned into soft cries of pleasure, Leon’s hands reaching back to cup at your ass in his hands, somehow pushing you further into him. Your eyes finally fluttered open, staring down at Leon who seemed to be enjoying much more than he should. Never did you imagine Leon’s face so deep into you, your thighs pushing against his cheeks, the scruff on his face scraping your soft skin. His eyes opened hazily, staring up at you as he pushed his tongue into you, his hands still rocking you into him.

“Leon wait!-”

You cried out as a boiling burn started to build in your stomach, your body going to crawl off of him. Leon’s arms wrap around your thighs before you’re flipped over, his thighs laying over his shoulder as he laps at your folds on long strokes. Your hands reach down, grabbing at his soft hair. Leon moans out, vibrating your entire body as he uses his fingers to hold your folds open. He’s sucking at your clit so fucking good, your hands trying to push him away as he hold you’re hips down. He could have this view forever, the way you’re crying for him and the way you taste so good in his mouth. The amount of times Leon has wanted to force you down and suck on your pretty little clit was too many to count on his hand.

“Fuck!”

Your scream could probably be heard from all the flats around you as your orgasm flashed through your body, causing tears to drip from your eyes. A cry left your throat as Leon sat up, his fingers gently rubbing small heart shapes on your clit with a big smile on his face. He looked so beautiful, your slick covering his chin and his lips swollen from sucking at your folds for so long.

“Le.. s’ too much.”

Leon shook his head as he leaned down, sloppily pressing kissing on your lips, your own taste filling your mouth before you screamed out at the feeling of Leon once again pushing his long fingers into you.

“Jus’ give me five more of those pretty.. I'm enjoying this too much.”

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Don't Blame Me (1/3) [Billy Hargrove/Reader; eventual Eddie Munson/Reader; Billy Hargrove/Reader/Eddie Munson]

Summary: One boyfriend clawing his way free from the clutches of the Upside Down once it decided to unleash its own brand of hell on Hawkins was a miracle you weren't sure you entirely deserved. When another previously dead boyfriend shows up on your doorstep and throws your whole world into chaos, you start to wonder if it's a blessing or a curse. You're terrified you'll have to choose between your first love and the guy who saved you from yourself, but will that turn out to be the least of your worries? As word begins to spread around town of a masked killer draining Hawkins residents of their blood, you realize you're a lot closer to danger than you've ever been before, but maybe, just this once, it's not such a bad thing after all. Word Count: 6.3k Author's Notes: Somehow, this was born out of an obsession with Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift and a need to write a darker fic. I wrote the ghostface fic last year for Halloween along with a demon!Billy and vampire!Eddie fic…and somehow they're all meshing together to create one big fucked up Halloween fic this year. I don't even know what the fuck I'm doing at this point, but uhhhhh enjoy my insanity??

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"Don't blame me," were the first words Billy Hargrove ever said to you. It was quickly followed by: "It's the freak's fault."

"Oh, forgive me for walking," Eddie Munson said in a mocking tone, holding his hands up in surrender. "Blame Mr. Mullethead over here for being too cool to look where he's going," Eddie sneered at Billy.

At that point in time, you didn't really care whose fault it was. You were only concerned about the fact that your shirt was now covered in soda and you were either going to have to go home or suffer through the rest of the day with a soaked shirt. "Shit," you sighed, realizing you were just going to have to go home. You would have to make up a test, but you were starting not to care. After a day that had started off with a stubbed toe, a burned finger, and now a sticky shirt, you would rather just suffer through the rest of the day from the comfort of your own bedroom. "Whatever," you dismissed. "Just another reason I should get the fuck out of here."

You turned, not bothering to spare a second look for the other two, before making a break for the cafeteria doors.

"Shit," you heard someone mutter before footsteps took off in your direction. You refused to look back to see which of the two dickheads who had spilled soda all over you was behind you, prompting the guy to huff in irritation. "Just, damn it, would you hold on a second? Where the hell are you going?"

"Home," you snapped, allowing yourself a brief moment to glance over your shoulder to confirm that Billy Hargrove was in fact following you.

"You don't even have a car," Billy pointed out, surprising you. Today was the first day you exchanged anything resembling a conversation with Billy and you had just been living with the assumption that he had no idea you existed. "What are you gonna do? Walk home?"

"Maybe," you answered, quickening your pace in an attempt to get rid of Billy. You were cold and pissed off and you wanted nothing more than to just pull on a pair of pajamas and crawl into bed. "Why are you still following me?" You asked when you realized he hadn't taken the hint that you wanted him to get lost.

"Look, will you stop being so damn stubborn and just talk to me for a second?"

You reluctantly turned to face Billy, abruptly stopping him in his tracks. "Okay. What do you want?"

"I'm not exactly taking the blame or anything here," Billy started, hastily reaching out to grab your backpack and sling it over his shoulder, "but the least I can do is give you a ride home."

You studied him for a moment, half-sure he was only offering because he wanted an excuse to cut class. You also got the feeling that he was going to hold your backpack hostage until you agreed. It didn't take long for you to realize you didn't care about Billy’s motives as long as his offer worked out for the both of you. If you didn't have to walk home, then all the better. "Fine," you finally conceded with a shrug of your shoulders. You stepped to the side, gesturing for Billy to walk by you. "Lead the way, then."

He watched you for a moment as if he thought you might turn and run the second he had his back to you. Finally, after a few more seconds of deliberation, Billy turned and started walking. You followed him, not entirely sure if you were making the right decision. You also couldn't stop your gaze from drifting, taking in the so-called 'fantastic ass' most of the girls had been going on about since Billy Hargrove showed up at the beginning of the year. You were forced to look away when Billy stopped at the doors leading out to the parking lot. He pushed open one of them, beckoning for you to pass him.

"Such a gentleman," you told him as you walked outside, catching the faint smirk on his face.

"Yeah, well, it had to happen sometime," he drawled as he followed you. "It's that one over there," he told you, directing you towards his Camaro with a hand on the small of your back.

"I know," you pointed out with an amused smile in his direction. "You're not as subtle as you think."

"Well, she's the best thing to ever happen to me," Billy admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. "Why not show her off a little? She deserves it."

"She does," you agreed, smiling at the way Billy tried and failed not to light up at your praise. "She is really beautiful."

"Damn right she is," Billy purred, satisfaction bleeding through into his tone. When you looked up at him, you expected to see him gazing at his beloved car in adoration, but instead, he was watching you. You felt your cheeks flush, trying to hide the fact that you were feeling flustered from his attention. Billy was a notorious flirt and you didn't want to be like every other girl who had fallen prey to his charm.

"Ready to go?" You asked, lamely trying to shift the focus of the conversation. "I'm freezing."

"Shit, yeah, we should get you out of those wet clothes," Billy said, moving to open the passenger side door of his car for you. You didn't miss the hint of suggestion in his voice, but if you were going to survive even just five minutes alone in a car with Billy Hargrove, then you were just going to have to ignore it.

Once Billy pulled out of the school parking lot, you started offering him directions towards your house.

"So," you started, once Billy hit the long stretch of road that would lead to your house. "Graduation is coming up in a couple months."

"Yeah? What about it?" Billy's tone didn't waver, but from the way he started tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, you got the feeling that talking about graduation made him nervous.

"Nothing," you said, shrugging your shoulders. "Just wondering what you've got planned after it's all over."

Billy snorted, the sound half amused and half derisive. "I'm just trying to get to graduation. Haven't thought much about what comes after."

"Well," you started, not even sure where you were going with your sentence. You frowned thoughtfully out the window, trying to think of something to say, but accidentally letting silence fall over the car.

"Well?" Billy prompted with a glance at you. "There anything after that or you forget how to talk?"

You rolled your eyes, a reluctant grin pulling at your lips. "Maybe," you answered, refusing to admit that you were so nervous you didn't know how to talk to him. Billy was cool and suave and had all the girls at school in a chokehold. When you woke up that morning, you didn't expect to say two words to him, much less find yourself in his car and expected to keep up a conversation.

"Why do you walk to school every day?" Billy broke the silence, finally taking pity on you.

"I'm a senior in high school," you pointed out with a shrug of your shoulders. "I can't afford a car and I’m sure as hell not asking my mom to help me get one. And I’ll just feel really pathetic if I'm seen riding the bus, so I might as well take my only other option."

“What about your dad? He some kind of deadbeat or something? Can’t help his kid get a car?”

You snorted, not able to help the noise of contempt you made. “You could say that,” you answered. “He split a few years back and we haven’t heard from him since.”

“Sounds like a real piece of shit,” Billy observed with a frown.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “So, no car and no bus means I’ve got to walk. At least it’s just for a few more months. Once I graduate, I can get a job and figure all that shit out.”

"Well," Billy started, squinting his eyes at the road ahead, lost in thought.

"Well?" You mocked, drawing a surprised laugh from Billy.

"I could just drive you to school," he offered, shooting you a brief, searching look. "Wouldn't even make you chip in for gas money or anything."

"Why?" You couldn't help but wonder. Billy didn't seem like the kind of guy to dole out charity rides in his beloved car. "What's in it for you?"

"Just seems a shame, is all," he told you. "Someone like you freezing her ass off every day. Besides, it'll give us a chance to get to know each other a little better."

You let out an incredulous laugh, not sure how your life had gotten so spun around in just the matter of a few hours. "And you want to get to know me better?"

"I do," Billy responded with a nod of his head. "So, what do you think?" He asked as he pulled to a stop in front of your house. "You in?"

You knew immediately the answer you wanted to give, but you stopped yourself before you could say anything. It was crazy, right? You weren't supposed to accept rides from strangers, but Billy didn't feel strange to you. You didn't know him all that well, sure, but like he pointed out, you could always get to know him a bit better. There probably wasn't any harm in that. "Sure," you finally agreed, flashing him a grin. "I'm in."

There was a part of you that thought maybe Billy was just kidding around when he offered to drive you to school. Maybe it was his idea of a joke or a way to get under your skin, but he managed to surprise you when you stepped outside the next morning, and he was there waiting in your driveway. "Shit," you muttered as you turned to lock your front door. "What the hell have I gotten myself into?"

You settled into a surprisingly easy pattern with Billy over the next few weeks. He picked you up, told you to ignore his stepsister in the backseat, and cranked up his music so loud that you could barely think. Half the time, you were able to actually hold some semblance of a conversation with either Billy or Max, but never both at the same time. It wasn't hard to figure out that they didn't exactly get along, but you weren't sure how to fix it. You probably shouldn't feel the need to fix it in the first place, but that was just who you were. You couldn't fix your own problems half the time, so why not try to fix everyone else's?

You forced yourself to keep your mouth shut, though. Billy rarely allowed you to see a different side to him than his usual cool demeanor, but when it was just the two of you in his car, he started to unwind just the tiniest bit. It started off slowly from singing along to the radio under his breath or nodding his head along to the music to letting slip bits and pieces of his life pre-Hawkins and talking about his plans for the future. They were all moments that you filed away to examine later, because you knew that if Billy knew just how much it meant to you that he was starting to let you in, then he would shut you out.

It didn't take long for you to realize Billy Hargrove was a broken person. He did his best to hide who he really was from everyone at school, but you were no stranger to suffering in silence. There was pain in his eyes every time he looked at you and you wanted nothing more than to heal him.

You thought that more than anything, maybe he just needed a friend. He needed someone to genuinely care about him, because he didn't seem to have anyone. His mom wasn't in the picture and from the way Billy spoke about him, it sounded like his father was a complete jackass. Max didn't seem fond of Billy and you were sure his stepmom felt the same way. He had fans, not friends, at school and enemies he made with every biting, sarcastic comment.

So, yeah, you could be his friend. It wasn't all that much of a hardship, because once Billy started to allow his walls to come down around you, you came to the startling conclusion that you genuinely liked him.

By the time spring break rolled around, you realized you were going to miss seeing Billy every day at school. You shouldn't have worried, though, because that Monday afternoon you were roused from your bed by the sound of someone honking a car horn from your driveway. "Fuck," you groaned, knowing there was only one person who was capable of annoying you out of bed during spring break.

You rushed to pull on the pair of jeans you had left on your floor the day before and tried to make sure you didn't look like a complete mess as you passed your vanity mirror. By the time you made it outside, Billy had started keeping up a steady rhythm with the car horn, only stopping once he noticed you.

"What the hell are you doing?" You asked once you were in his passenger seat. “You’re lucky my mom is at work or she would’ve called the cops on you.”

"Just thought we could do something," he offered with a shrug of his shoulders. "Beats you moping around your house all day because you miss my face."

“You caught me,” you drawled, putting a hand to your chest. “The pictures all over my room weren’t enough. I just had to get a glimpse of the real thing.”

“I knew it!” Billy crowed with a delighted laugh. “What do you say, then? Wanna get out of here?”

"Okay," you agreed with a nod of your head. "So, what'd you have in mind?"

You ended up going for a burger and fries that day and to the movies on Wednesday. You dragged Billy to the arcade on Thursday and let him take you to the quarry on Saturday. He seemed to content to simply throw rocks into the water and smoke through half a pack of cigarettes, all the while letting you ramble on about everything you needed to do before you graduated.

Billy took a drag before he shook his head. "You worry too much," he sighed, shooting you an annoyed look. "You're gonna graduate and go off to school and land some job making a bunch of money. You'll get out of here and forget about all this bullshit," he told you, waving his cigarette in the air as he gestured towards the town.

There was a hint of melancholy in his tone that told you that what Billy was really worried about was that you would forget him. "Fuck that," you found yourself saying, moving until you could stand at his side. "We are going to graduate and get summer jobs. Then we'll get an apartment, because who would be better roommates than us, right? And then we'll figure it out from there. But I'm not gonna just forget about you. You're stuck with me," you told him, delighting in the rare, pleased smile that tugged at his lips.

"Sounds like a plan," he agreed, briefly bumping his shoulder against yours before taking another drag from his cigarette. "A fucking stupid plan on your part, but it works for me."

"Good," you told him. "Now, let's go get something to eat. I'm starving."

After spring break, your routine with Billy changed. Instead of dropping you off at your house first, he chose to get Max home before driving out to a local burger joint. You paid just as often as Billy did, letting him know you were just as invested in your friendship as he was and you weren’t looking to take advantage of him. Billy seemed to think it was stupid, but you didn’t care.

By the time summer was on the horizon, Billy had firmly cemented himself into your life as your best friend. There was no doubt in your mind that the bond you shared with him was special, and in a roundabout way, you had Eddie Munson and his clumsiness to thank for that.

You depended on Billy to get you through the day and you looked forward to whatever scathing comments he had to make about his day or fellow classmates and teachers. You couldn't wait to hear him sing along to Billy Idol or Bon Jovi, growing bolder each day and letting himself unwind around you. You loved the sound of his laugh and the way his eyes lit up when he got you to sing along to the radio with him. You found yourself talking more about your future together and which apartments around town you might be able to afford as senior year came to an end.

You didn't even realize how much your feelings for Billy had evolved until you were leaving school one day in late May.

You walked outside, shielding your eyes against the sun, before scanning the parking lot. When you saw him, it felt like someone punched you in the gut. Billy was leaning up against his car, waiting for you to find him. It was usual and routine, but the second your eyes met his across the parking lot, a terrifying feeling poured through you. You felt like someone had just tipped your world to the side. Your breath left you all in one rush as you scrambled to pin down what was so different about this time. It took you entirely too long to realize what had stopped you in your tracks.

Want.

You wanted Billy. It felt all-consuming, causing your mind to spin in a dozen different directions.

You wanted Billy to take your hand and press a kiss to your lips. You wanted to sneak him through your bedroom window so he could hold you close all night long. You wanted more than dinners and movies and shared laughter. You wanted a next step and a next, until both of your lives were so inextricably joined that there was no question that wherever one of you went, the other would follow.

You knew you probably looked like you were having a meltdown when his expression morphed from one of expectation to one of concern. You forced yourself to take a deep, albeit shaky, breath and put one foot in front of the other until you were standing in front of him.

"Hey," you made yourself say. "Ready to go?"

Billy squinted at you before looking you up and down. "You doing alright? You looked like you weren't sure if you wanted to come over here. Did something happen?"

"What? No!" You scoffed, turning away from him so he wouldn’t see you trying to school your expression into something that didn’t make you look like a lovestruck idiot. "Of course I wanted to come over here. With you," you added, wincing at your own ineptitude.

"Okay," Billy finally allowed, drawing out the word. "Get in," he said, gesturing for you to climb into the passenger seat.

Once you were aware of your feelings for Billy, it seemed to be all you could think about. It wasn't even when you were around him, either. Lying in bed at night, you wished he was there with you. Every little mundane act of your life felt like it would be made completely better if Billy was just there with you and you weren't sure how long you could go on hiding what you wanted from him.

"So," Billy started on the last Friday of your senior year. "Want to go out for dinner tomorrow? Celebrate our impending freedom?"

"Sounds good," you agreed, staring out the passenger side window. Every time Billy asked you to hang out, you felt a little thrill shoot through you. What did it mean? Was it just as friends or was he also just trying to find ways to spend more time with you? You tried not to get your hopes up, because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship with Billy, but you couldn’t stop yourself from contemplating all the possibilities. "Burgers?" You suggested with a quick look at him.

"Nah," Billy answered, pulling to a stop in front of your house. "I've got something else in mind. Be ready by seven," he ordered.

You weren't sure what you were expecting, but Billy bringing you to one of the best Italian places within a twenty-mile radius of Hawkins wasn't it.

"What are we doing here?" You couldn't help but ask, hoping he wouldn't find offense in the question. By ‘something else,’ you had assumed Billy maybe meant going out for pizza, but the restaurant you were staring up at looked so far out of your usual price range that you weren’t even sure how either of you could afford it.

"Just thought we could try something new," Billy answered with a shrug of his shoulders.

When you looked at him, you noticed that he was wearing a pair of jeans without any holes or rips in the knees. His shirt was buttoned up and his bomber jacket was nowhere in sight. You weren't sure why Billy dressing up made you feel nervous, but you were suddenly aware of how clammy your hands felt.

"Wait there a second," Billy told you before he got out of his car. He rounded the hood before pulling the passenger door open, gesturing for you to get out.

Billy led you inside the restaurant, informing the maître d’ that he had a reservation for Hargrove. A waiter led you back to a table and Billy pulled a chair out for you, gesturing for you to sit down. You could feel your cheeks flush and you weren't sure if you looked as unsure as you felt, but once it was just the two of you at the table, you started to feel like everything would be okay. You were back on sure footing, because this was just a regular dinner with Billy, right? He was only going all out because he wanted to celebrate the fact that you were both about to finish high school.

It wasn't until Billy slid a menu over towards you that it all finally started to click into place for you.

"Order whatever you want, okay? I'm buying." There was a waver to his voice that had you flicking your gaze up from the menu to look at him.

You studied Billy for a moment, trying to figure out why the hell he sounded so nervous, when you got it.

"Is this a date?" You blurted with a startled look at Billy.

Billy rolled his eyes before shaking his head in fake dismay. "I thought you were the smart one, y'know? It took you long enough to figure it out. Thought you would've got it when I took you here instead of Burger Barn for the fiftieth time."

You weren't sure how to react for a moment, trying and failing to process the fact that you were on a date with your best friend, before the rest of his words sunk in. You let out a disbelieving laugh before grabbing a breadstick from the basket in the middle of the table. You ripped it in two before throwing half at Billy. He let out a thrilled, shocked laugh before he picked up the breadstick and pointedly took a bite out of it.

You weren't the kind for flowery bits of prose to describe your every waking moment. You would never be described as dreamy or wistful, but you couldn't deny that your first date with Billy felt entirely and completely magical.

By the time he was dropping you off at home, you realized you never wanted it to end. You hesitated before getting out of the car, shooting Billy an unsure look. Finally, you worked up all your courage and kissed him. Billy froze the moment your lips touched his and you were briefly worried that you had gone too fast. You shouldn't have been scared, though, because Billy suddenly jolted against you, as if springing to life, before his hand was in your hair and guiding you closer towards him.

By the time you pulled away, you had missed your curfew by ten minutes and you couldn't help the urge to go for broke.

"Wanna come up? I can sneak you in."

"What if your mom finds out? She'll kill us."

You shrugged your shoulders, helpless against the grin you shot him. "Let's risk it anyway."

Billy's laugh was more than enough incentive to carry through with your plan.

That night proved to you what you had known all along. Billy really did belong at your side, in your bed, holding you close. It was even better than you expected and you hoped the tiny flame of warmth lighting you up from the inside never died out.

You snuck Billy into your room every night until graduation. Your mom already knew how you felt about Billy and while she was never going to be happy about anyone stealing her only kid away, she supported your plan to move in with Billy over the summer. Her graduation gift to you was to pay for your deposit on an apartment, which meant that you were able to find a place with Billy by the time he took a job as a lifeguard at the Hawkins community pool.

You took a job at Bradley’s Big Buy, since you only had your meager savings to rely on. It wasn't the most glamorous of jobs, but it would help you pay rent while you took classes at Hawkins Community College.

That June was shaping up to be one of the best months of your entire life. To anyone else, it might seem mundane and boring, but you didn't care. Every day, you got to wake up next to Billy in the bed you shared before getting up and making breakfast. Trading early morning kisses before leaving for classes got you through the day until Billy picked you up after your shift at the store. By the time you were crawling into bed, you felt satisfied and fulfilled, knowing you were falling asleep next to your best friend just to wake up with his arm around your waist the next morning, set to go through it all again.

You were so used to the routine you set with Billy that you felt bereft when it was abruptly broken.

It started for you when Billy didn't bother to pick you up from Bradley's after your shift. You were worried something happened to him, but you hoped that maybe he had simply fallen asleep on the couch after his shift at the pool. You had to call your mom to give you a ride home, since you didn't feel comfortable walking home alone at night.

When you didn't spot the Camaro in your designated parking spot at the complex, you started fearing the worst. You knew Billy wouldn't just not come home. Something bad had happened to him and you didn't have the first clue about what to do to find him.

Your options were limited, but you finally got your mom to let you borrow her car so you could drive around Hawkins and look for Billy. You didn't find him that night and you didn't find him the next night. You checked with every hospital in a fifty-mile radius, but there wasn't anyone admitted fitting Billy's description.

You finally tracked him down two days after he went missing from your life at the city pool. You knew there was something wrong with him when you caught sight of him sitting in the lifeguard chair wearing a sweatshirt. There was no way that Billy could be cold, and even when he was, he wasn't the type to cover up. He would never actually admit it to anyone, but you knew he liked to show off his physique. He worked hard for it and while you never wanted to begrudge him anything he wanted, the wandering eyes of Hawkins housewives bothered you. To see him covered up and hunched in on himself, gloomily sipping an Icee was just downright bizarre and completely out of character for him.

"Billy," you called, walking up to him. You noticed his shoulders tense before he tipped his head down to stare at you.

"What?" he asked, his tone cold and detached.

"What do you mean 'what'? Where the hell have you been? I’ve been worried sick thinking you were dead in a ditch somewhere!" You weren’t sure whether to feel angry that he was being so flippant about his sudden absence from your life or relieved that he was alive.

"Around," he answered, casting his gaze up towards the sky. "Taking care of some things."

"Billy," you started, not sure how to continue. "Come home," you finally made yourself say. "Whatever this is or whatever happened, we'll figure it out, alright? Just come home," you begged, hating how your voice cracked on the word 'home.' Your home wasn't much of a home without Billy. You missed hearing his laugh and seeing how crazy his hair was every morning. You missed feeling his warmth in your bed next to you and the way he hummed whatever tune he had stuck in his head while he cooked breakfast. You missed his touch and his kisses and everything about him.

Billy let out a chuckle that sent a shiver down your spine. You knew it was probably crazy, but it sounded nothing like Billy. You suddenly felt like you were talking to a complete stranger. "There's nothing to figure out. I got bored, so I left.

"Bored," you repeated, trying to make sense of the word. "You got bored." It was like a switch had flipped and your whole world was turned upside down. You had always feared that Billy would get tired of domestic life with you, but you never once thought it would actually happen.

"Bored," Billy drawled with a nod of his head. "So, fuck off. And don't bother me again," he added, almost as an afterthought.

You wanted to yell and scream and try to get Billy to make some kind of sense, but you could feel tears beginning to sting your eyes and you didn't want to cry in front of him. "Fuck you," you snarled before turning away. You felt like you couldn't breathe as you walked away from him, every step taking you away from him another punch to your gut.

You were trying to figure out if it was worth it to walk home or if you should find a payphone to try to get in touch with your mom when you heard someone call your name.

You were surprised to see Max approaching you. "Are you okay? Did Billy--," she cut herself off, searching your expression with worry. "Did Billy hurt you?"

"You could say that," you scoffed, attempting to hide the pain you felt, but unable to stop the tears slipping down your face. "I think we broke up."

"Y/N," Max said, moving closer to you. "I don't think Billy's himself right now," she explained, her brow furrowing in concern. "But we're gonna try to fix it, okay? Just maybe steer clear of him until it's over."

"What? Until what's over? Max!" You called as she walked away from you. You saw Max rejoin her friends, all of them huddled by the fence that surrounded the pool. You had no idea what the hell was going on, but Max's words brought you just the tiniest bit of hope. Maybe you hadn't lost Billy after all. Maybe it was all just a big misunderstanding.

You continued to go about your life as much as you could despite the fact that Billy hadn't come home yet. The whole town was excited about the big Fourth of July celebration, but you couldn't have cared less. That was why you were at the store while most of the town was celebrating. You liked hanging out in the back room while the store was closed. It was better than going back to an empty apartment at any rate. Your boss was fine with it as long as you remembered to lock up and didn't make a mess, so you compensated him for his generosity by making sure the store looked perfect by the time it opened the next morning.

You weren't expecting to see anyone for the rest of the night, so you were surprised when a car pulled into the lot. You were ready to tell whoever it was that the store was closed, but when you noticed Max getting out of the car, helping an injured girl out of the back, you found yourself unlocking the door instead.

"Max? What the hell's going on?"

"We needed some supplies," she said, nodding towards the injured girl. "A lot of them."

You had no idea what was going on, but if Max was involved, then you wanted to help. "Take whatever you need," you told her, gesturing for her and the rest of the group to enter the store. “Just don’t make a mess, alright?”

You weren't quite sure why Max was hanging out with Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers or why they all seemed like they were traumatized out of their minds. You knew you would be in for a world of trouble the next time inventory was taken, but you didn't care. There was a feeling in your gut that told you whatever had spooked the others had something to do with Billy. So, while they loaded up the car with fireworks and medical supplies, you calmly locked up the store and turned to face Max.

"I'm coming with you."

"What? Y/N, no, you can't. It’s not safe," Max tried to dissuade you. She shared a panicked look with Lucas Sinclair before looking back at you.

"I can," you told her, knowing you weren't about to be left behind. "Whatever's going on, I can help. I can’t just sit here all night wondering if you’re okay. I’m going with you."

"You really shouldn't," Dustin Henderson chimed in with a frown. “You’ve got no idea what you’re throwing yourself into.”

"I don’t care,” you dismissed with a shake of your head. “Look, I'm not staying behind while you all run off into danger. I've already let you steal from my job. Just let me do this.”

"Get in," Nancy told you, ignoring Max’s noise of protest. “We’re wasting time arguing.”

“Just...,” Max trailed off, shooting you an uncertain look. “Just try to keep an open mind. I promise you’re not going crazy.”

Those words would prove to haunt you, because what you experienced next felt like a complete and total shredding of your sanity.

Your night descended into complete chaos. Hiding from a gargantuan, fleshy monster was one thing, but seeing Billy attempt to run Nancy over with his precious Camaro while she attempted to shoot him was a completely different one. You didn’t even get to see if Billy was okay after someone crashed into his car because you were being yanked into a car by Steve 'The Hair' Harrington before you could be killed by the monster that was terrorizing the mall.

None of it made sense and despite getting a brief rundown on the Upside Down and a girl with superpowers and the monster that had infected your boyfriend and numerous other people around Hawkins, you still couldn’t wrap your head around how the night ended.

Because there was no way in hell it was real. You could accept that everything else was possible, but seeing Billy slump to the floor, bleeding and broken, was the one thing you couldn’t believe.

"Billy!" You cried, rushing forward, hardly caring about the monster that was still standing. All you could see was the pain and agony on Billy's face as he fell. You pulled him into your arms, your hand shaking as you attempted to wipe the blood from his face. But it wasn't even really blood. It was black and viscous, sticking to your hand as you met Billy's eyes. He looked so lost and terrified that you couldn't help the sob of anguish that escaped your mouth at the sight of him. "Don't leave me," you begged him. "Stay with me, alright? We'll get you help. We’ll fix this."

"Sorry," Billy gasped, his body convulsing in your hold. "I'm sorry," he said, his eyes tracking from you to someone standing over your shoulder. He looked to you again, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "Should've--," he started, before he cut himself off, coughing up a mouthful of clotted blood. "Love you," he got out with a gasp. "Love...," he trailed off before his eyes closed, leaving you clutching him tight, fighting the urge to shake him and demand he open his eyes.

"Billy? Billy!" Max yelled before falling to her knees beside you. "Billy, get up. Get up!" She demanded, putting her hand on his shoulder. "We need you," Max tried, tears beginning to stream down her face. "I need you. Y/N needs you!" She pleaded, meeting your eyes. "What do we do?"

But there wasn’t anything you could do. Billy wasn’t moving and he wasn’t breathing and he wasn’t alive.

Billy wasn’t alive.

You felt like you couldn't breathe and there was something clawing up your throat, begging to break free. It felt like it was going to split you apart and you desperately clung to Billy’s body as you lost your fight against it.

It wasn't until later when you were sitting in the back of an ambulance with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders that you realized what it was.

A scream.

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shawtuzi · 2 years

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i got not one, not two, not three but FOUR requests asking for more plug!connie so y’all already know i had to this for the girlies

this is 18+///cw include: smut, some fluff, drug usage, black coded reader

- plug!connie is one of those boyfriends that people assume don’t exist because he treats you like you’re his entire world he is just that perfect

- unlike eren, connie loves having you hit the block with him. it’s sorta risky yes but he’d rather have his passenger princess sitting oh so prettily next to him instead of being by himself

- expect to do a lot of shotgunning with him!!! he loves hearing the tiny whimpers that escape your glossed up lips when he teases you just the smallest bit, nibbling on your bottom lip or even going as far as to suck on it

- okay now hear me out i don’t see plug!connie wearing grills BUT i can see him wearing tooth jewelry more specifically a tiny cross made of diamonds on one of his top canine teeth

- speaking of jewelry plug!connie wasn’t and still isn’t into it fr but he will wear the diamond cuban link chain you bought for him till the day he dies. he would’ve worn it either way if it was fake and turned his neck green he doesn’t care he just wants to please you and make you happy </3

- plug!connie lives to please you and make sure you are as happy and content as can be. basically if something isn’t going your way he will do everything in his power to make it work out and if he can’t then it bothers the living shit outta him because if his girlfriend can’t get exactly what she wants then what’s the point of living??? baby boy hates seeing you sad or in distress

- plug!connie is thee number one hype man. it doesn’t matter if it’s something as small as trying out a new lash style or nail shape he will make sure you know you look tf good

- “i’m back con!” you called out kicking your shoes off at the door. connie was up in a flash itching to give you a greeting kiss. he gave you one, two, three pecks on the lips before noticing something was… off. “something’s different about you….” his hands were still glued to your cheeks squishing them together. “new eyelashes? they look different than the ones you usually get.” he was right on the money chile you switched out your usual doll styled lashes for staggered ones. “yeah how’d you know?” you giggled prying his hands of your face. he wrapped his arms around your waist giving you a sly smile, “baby, your face is all i think about of course i’d notice.” *screams*

- his stroke game is on another level it’s actually sickening. he knows your body very very well. he knows exactly when to change his pace and the power of his thrusts because all that’s really on his mind is your pleasure. if connie had to choose his preferred position it would be missionary but don’t get him wrong he loves backshots just as much

- “con-nie” you whined digging your acrylics into his flexing biceps. connie chuckled above you wrapping a hand around your throat, “shit you close ma? yeah i know you are- fuck squeezin’ me so damn good. love this fucking pussy, love you even more.” when he felt you were about to cum he sat up on his knees before grabbing onto you waist and fucking into you until you soaked his dick and the bedsheets in your cum

- sometimes he’ll randomly wake you up by showering you in $50 and $100 bills just because he can. “con what are you doing” you sighed cracking an eye open to see your giddy boyfriend kneeling over you with a stack of money in his hand. “waking you up obviously what else would i be doin. now if you hurry up and give me my good morning kiss i’ll take you to sephora.”

- king of smoking a blunt while you suck him off. between your plump lips wrapped around his dick and the effects from the weed homeboy was in heaven. he’s not much of a head pusher when he’s like this, nah he’ll let you go the pace you want because if he’s lucky enough you’ll put your shyness aside and dirty talk him into an orgasm

- “you gonna cum honey?” you purred stroking his dick with both hands. your lips and chin were coated in saliva and precum but you didn’t bother wiping your face knowing he liked his head wet and sloppy. “god damn if you keep doing that ima cum right now” he rasped taking a hit of the blunt. by now connie was completely gone, his eyes were rolled back and his head was lolled against the couch moans slipping from his parted lips. “that’s right suck me good make daddy cum” connie grunted setting his free hand on your bobbing head. oh how you loved giving plug!connie head <3

- plug!connies love language is words of affirmation without a doubt so make sure you let baby boy know you love him and appreciate him and give him lots of praise

@wintershading this one’s for u girl i hope you enjoyed reading it <3333

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heartsforsserafim · 8 months

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hello!! could i request handong smut (you can choose between g!p or no g!p) where reader is on set with handong as they film a mv and everytime there’s a short break, reader teases handong by whispering something in her ear just as she’s about to go back on set or something similar then when handong can’t take it anymore, she fucks reader after filming is over? hopefully that all made sense, english isn’t my first language!:(

love your works btw, keep it up!!

Playing with fire?

pairing ; gp!handong x fem!reader

genre ; smut

tw ; teasing, edging, degrading, praise, slapping, unprotected sex, creampie, doggy style, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, public sex (kind of?)

an - dw anon you did very well with this request, and thank you!

Today was the filming of dreamcatcher's comeback, and you were behind the scenes to support your girlfriend. You saw the girls and waved to them. They also waved back, turning your attention back to dong.

Once her solo shoot was over she came over to you, and hugged you. "I missed you so much!!" She said as she hugged you, "i missed you too baby" you said, hugging her back. You thought of a way to tease handong to get back at her for doing it to you a while back. "You know.." you say, while you're hugging her, whispering, "I want you to fuck me right now, use me like a slut, completely destroy me, i want you to-" "Dongie they need you back there!" Sua said as she came back from her shoot, Handong's face was red, but she kept her composer and went where Sua left from.

"Sua?" "Hm? Yeah Y/nie?" You wanted to have a fill in before handong comes back and everyone else was either getting touch ups or doing their scenes with her so that left you with sua. "Wanna take pics together?" "Oh my gosh?? You're finally out of your shell, hell yeah lets take pics!!" You laughed and took pics with sua, some being funny others being pretty serious. You had a few of you playing in her hair, it lasted until her stylist came back and was concerned if the spray touched your skin or not but you reassured her it didn't.

You went over to where dong was and saw her doing the shoot, each time she made eye contact with you, you'd mouth something to her that'll make her shy. She tried her best to ignore it and wait until they were done shooting but you made it so hard. It was bad enough that you had a skirt on, her favorite one at that. The cropped shirt you had on that hugged your breast perfectly made her have so many thoughts.

After her solo shooting was completed for the day, she grabbed your arm and took you straight to her dressing room. She locked the door, and turned around to you, her eyes filled with lust. She didn't say anything and just attacked your lips, she knew how loud you could be, so she removed her jacket and wrapped it around your mouth. "You'll be a good girl, hm?" You nodded, anything you say would be muffled by the fabric anyway so it didn't matter. She hummed, and lifted your skirt, seeing your soaked panties, "Look at how wet you are, so fucking pathetic."

Moving your panties to the side, she inserted two digits. Your went cunt sliding her in, so easily. She began thrusting her fingers, you whimpering some. After a little while, she removed her fingers. Replacing them with her cock, the full 9inch going in without a warning. moving you to the couch where she sat down you on top of her. Cowgirl style, you began riding her slowly. Still trying to take dominance here but that didn't work. She gripped your hips tightly and began thrusting into you like a wild animal. All that teasing you did led you here.

"Mmmhp you're such a-a g-good gir- ah shit- girl" she said, and continued to fuck you, she turned you around, reverse cowgirl, and put your head down towards the floor. She had you ass up, and face down. You being her cock slut, you didn't try and move or anything. She was fucking you too good, knowing if you moved, she would've eged you for a long time. Your walls tighten around her and she pulled out. You whined due to the loss of contact, "Wanted to play games, we can play" she left you like that and was jerking her cock, she was so close and began thrusting into her own fist. You were watching her from behind, the sight turned you on so much you were dripping at this point.

She removed her jacket, and threw it to the side. "W-wan y-your cock please" you begged her, she pumped right in to you, "A-ah so fucking warm shit" her thrust starting off insanely fast, her orgasm being built up so much she came pretty fast. Filling you up so much, she continued to pump inside of you. Wanting to get another load out before officially pulling out, "Handong hurry they need you for the dance break!" her manager said, making her fuck you faster. The skin slapping and moans could be heard out the room, handong didn't care if she was caught or not at this point. She just wanted to fill you up more.

And that she did, four minutes passed and thanks to your orgasm coming and going, your juices coming out on her cock, she slid in and out easier soon causing her to cum inside of you once more. Filling you up so much, her cock twitched until it became soft and she pulled out. You both panting and covered in sweat. Neither of you spoke, but she began putting her boxers and compression shorts back on.

"Are you able to walk?" She asked, "I don't think so" she chuckled a bit, "Okay i'll just have sua come in here" One thing dongie forgot about, is how now her dressing room smelled of sex so sua knew once she walked in what happened. "So, what got dongie like this ?" "Teasing" "Gotcha" she said and just continued talking to you until she came back.

#kpop #girl group smut #kpop smut #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher smut #handong

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foreverdolly · 1 year

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penny for your thoughts | daddy!austin x mommy!reader

this is a request for my little "three days of blurbs" event. feel free to send in your own requests ! they are still very much open.

request: baby daddy!austin, your choice if it's fluff or angst or whatev

requested by: anon

word count: 1.1k

warnings/notes: a little bit of angst and then a hell of a lot of fluff. just you and austin being great parents and still being madly in love. also austin's father, david, playing the part of cupid at his granddaughter's birthday party. hope you like it, nonnie !

The condensation on the side of the hot pink solo cup wasn’t really holding your attention, but you’d rather look anywhere else than at the man who was awkwardly standing beside you. Making small talk with someone that knew you so completely, both inside and out, was deeply uncomfortable. It felt wrong. It was almost as though the two of you had gone back in time, but this was a first date gone bad. Because the nervous butterflies had turned into nervous killer bees. Austin was no longer just an ex-Disney star that you could poke fun at, but a successful actor. You had celebrated every triumph with him. Every call back. Every photoshoot. You had loved him through absolutely all of it, and yet here you two were, racking your brains for something to say to the other to alleviate the stifling tension between you two.

The both of you had been separated for only five months, but you had already mastered the art of co-parenting. The relationship had fallen apart because of the constant distance that his job required. You were tired of falling asleep alone. Neither one of you had cheated on the other. You didn’t hate each other- quite the opposite, really.

You just didn’t want to make Austin choose between his career and his family. You just wanted to be happy.

“I guess I should haul the Harley out of the garage next weekend. Pop it into my storage unit along with my other shit.” His voice startled you, making you jump and peel your eyes off of your drink.

Having constant reminders of the dirty blonde around the home that you once shared made you feel safe. You’d been clinging to the last scraps of him like a child might do with their baby blanket. You licked at your bottom lip, about to answer him when a very small and very wet body collided with your thigh. You smiled despite the situation, immediately tangling your fingers into your daughter’s soaked hair. “Did ya see me, mommy?” Penny asked with wide eyes. Her Barbie goggles hung from around her neck, her strawberry printed bathing suit dripping water onto the deck. You shot Austin an apologetic look before shaking your head.

“What did you do, big girl?” She was eager to show off, having just recently gotten brave enough to dunk her entire head under the water. Austin’s father, David, was currently splashing around with an entire gang of five year old girls and had somehow managed to distract them all relatively successfully. You knew what he was trying to do though. He wanted to give you and Austin some alone time.

Neither of you had signed the divorce papers yet, which was a win in David Butler’s book. It meant there was hope.

“I put my whole head under the water! Papa saw me do it and everything!”

Austin joined in on congratulating her, going as far as to scoop her up and off of the ground in order to assault her soft cheeks with kisses. His white shirt was completely soaked when he let her go, the now opaque fabric clinging to his body. You made a point to look away, making sure that he didn’t catch you staring. After Penny felt as though she had been appropriately praised by her parents she jogged back over to the pool, announcing to her group of friends that they should play mermaids for the third time that day.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said,” You cleared your throat softly before looking back up at him. His eyes widened when he finally realized what conversation you were alluding to. You were struck all at once by how beautiful he was. All honey gold. “And I agree with you. I mean. . . We have Penny, and this has all been really hard on her. Knowing that you’re in L.A and not home with us has really been taking a toll. I think. . .” Was he really going to make you say it? Maybe all you two had really needed was a break. Because it had only taken you a single month to regret the hasty decision, but your pride had gotten the better of you for the remaining four. Austin never made it hard on you though. He never begged you to take him back, but he had cried to you. At least once a month. As if to remind you that he wasn’t done. As if to remind you that he was still just as in love with you as he had been when the two of you had gotten married. You might have left, but he never had.

“You think…?” Austin breathed, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth so that he could worry at the soft skin. The sun was beginning to set, the string lights and lanterns that you and your loving husband had hung up just two years ago twinkling to life above you.

You huffed out a nervous laugh, shaking your head in disbelief before tossing the drink into the trash bin beside you. “I think that I rushed into my decision. It was a permanent fix for a temporary situation, and I want to try again. Us, I mean. . . a family. I never stopped loving you, I just stopped feeling heard after a while. You disappeared on me and I-” Austin must have heard all that he needed to. He was quick to pull you into a tight hug, wet shirt and all.

He was so tall and warm. And he was home. Your home.

The blue eyed man didn’t ask for permission before kissing you. He was eager, wanting to make up for the lost months that he hadn’t been able to show you all of the physical affection that he so desperately wanted to.

He didn’t need to though. He knew that you wanted it too by the way that you clung to him, your hands shaking at the realization that all of your problems might have just been solved. He cupped your cheeks in his palms, lazily moving his lips against yours. Like he had suddenly just been given all of the time in the world.

“Penny? Your mommy and daddy are kissing.”

“Really? Wait! Does this mean daddy’s gonna have a sleepover with us?”

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adidastain · 4 months

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i have something to tell you

90s matt stone x ftm reader (blurb)

a/n: this is something i whipped up real quick for my own comfort cus i've felt so shitty the past few days. i'm actually really glad i wrote this cus not only did it make me feel better but i also don't hate it and it's my first time writing ftm reader (i'm ftm. idk if you could assume from my prns (he/him) despite the fact that i primarily write fem reader fics but yes i am ftm) so this is for all my t-brothers in the mattrey fandom <3 obviously if you're cis you can read it all you want i love u all no matter what :) enjoy

other notes: some suggestive dialogue at the end, all lowercase, 2847 words

“hey,” matt said to me. i was standing in the kitchen, washing dishes from the night before. i hated touching the food grime stuck to the porcelain, but it needed to be done.

“hi,” i said, putting on a small smile and leaning sideways to accept his kiss to my cheek, which he held for a few seconds. i felt my face grow warm. he was so good at making me blush.

my smile quickly faded, however. something had been on my mind all day that kept me constantly terrified. i just hoped that he would make me feel better, enough so that my gloom would go away and i wouldn’t bring his mood down too.

matt set his coat and stuff down on the kitchen table, before coming back over to me and wrapping his arms tightly around my waist. i leaned back against his broad chest, tilting my head as he kissed the crook of my neck.

“how was your day?” he asked me.

“fine,” i hummed, scrubbing the inside of a plastic cup.

“not,” he said, furrowing his eyebrows. “you know i know that ‘fine’ means not fine.”

“it was fine,” i insisted, looking at him. “just uneventful.”

“m’kay,” he said, still suspicious. “i missed you a lot.”

“i missed you too,” i sighed. that was true. i missed him more and more every day. nothing in our lives had changed, i just felt like he was slipping away from me solely because i was the distant one. i just tried to cherish what i had before it would all go to shit. i was terrified.

“wanna watch a movie tonight?” he asked, kissing my ear. i felt matt’s hand travel down my waist, rubbing over the swell of my ass and giving it a light squeeze.

i giggled, pushing him away with my back. i was relieved that he was still able to make me laugh and feel all warm inside. i loved him so much.

“hm?” he hummed, pushing his question.

“sure,” i said, washing the dish germs off my hands before drying them off with a towel.

…

we ended up choosing a pretty depressing movie. neither of us knew it would be such a rough watch, but we got through it and i felt pretty shitty. matt pulled me closer as the credits rolled, most likely able to see that i was troubled.

no words were said; he just caressed my face with both hands and looked into my eyes. i stared back, taking in the feeling that it gave me to share that contact with him. it would be gone soon, i was sure of it. that look of love he gave me would soon turn into one of betrayal, disgust, disappointment.

of course, the thought brought tears to my eyes, which he immediately noticed.

“i’m sorry,” he apologized. “i didn’t know the movie was like that. i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay,” i exhaled, swallowing harshly through a tight throat. “i’m okay.”

i giggled slightly, hoping to rid him of his concern and make myself feel a little better too. matt buried his slender fingers into my hair, holding my head close to his shoulder. for a moment, i sat there, letting him hold me. my hands tentatively made their way around his neck, pressing him against me as i felt a sob threatening to escape me.

“i don’t think you are,” he sighed, his voice cracking. that pushed me over the edge. i broke down, tears soaking spots in his shirt as i buried my face in his shoulder.

matt adjusted so that his arms were wrapped completely around my waist, holding my body flat against his. his lips pressed against my neck and cheek periodically, warm and soft.

“talk to me,” he told me, his hand trailing up and down my back. “you haven’t been yourself lately.

i didn’t understand what he meant by that. i guess he could tell that i had been feeling down, but it was ironic. i’d been feeling down because i was terrified to tell him what i’d discovered about myself. how everything i hated about myself throughout my entire life was all because of one thing that i was absolutely petrified to share with him. it was myself, yet he had no idea.

“i don’t want to make you upset,” i sobbed, gripping the fabric of his t-shirt as if he were trying to get away and i didn’t want him to leave.

“baby,” he said softly. he smiled, looking into my eyes. “i don’t want you to be upset either. whatever it is, it’ll be better if we talk about it.”

maybe he was right. maybe we could work it out. maybe he would be willing to give himself a different label and call me by a different name, if we could work it out.

i sniffled, staring into his eyes and wishing he could just read my mind so i didn’t have to put it into words and fuck everything up. i could ruin my entire life with my next words.

matt sat patiently, looking at me with concerned yet infinitely loving eyes. i spent my last few seconds with those eyes taking in their beauty, relishing the feeling they gave me when they peered into me with dilated pupils and relaxed lids. just a few more seconds, and i may never get them back.

“i hate myself,” i choked, practically whispering. matt’s face dropped, his eyebrows furrowing.

“you-“

“i’m not finished,” i squeaked, my voice wavering as i felt tears welling again. “please believe me when i say… i-i love you more than anything, matt. you are so important to me a-and-“

i cut myself off when i felt his thumb wipe a tear away from my eye. that only made me cry more.

“you’re killing me,” matt swallowed. “i’m getting really worried.”

“i’m sorry,” i said, nearly gauging my eyes out with how harshly i wiped my tears away.

“i’m listening, baby,” he whispered. “i promise.”

i took a deep breath, picking my fingertips as my entire body trembled. here we go.

ruining my life in 3, 2…

“i’m tired of being… of being a-a girl,” i mumbled, my voice faltering. yep. it was over. gone. finished.

i first noticed his eyebrows furrow deeper than i’d ever seen them. he cocked his head slightly. he did that whenever he was confused.

“what are you talking about?” he asked cautiously, meeting my eyes. concern still lingered in his gaze. i still felt the love there, but i hadn’t said entirely what i needed to say.

“i don’t wanna be a girl anymore,” i sniffled, looking down as i spoke. “i don’t think i’ve ever wanted to be a girl.”

silence filled the space between us as matt seemed to be deep in thought. “so…” he pondered out loud, not entirely sure what he was going to say, just as i was.

“i’m… i’m trans. transgender. i-i think,” i said, swallowing harshly. my eyes burned from drying tears. my body just shook, saving the rest of the tears for later.

i noticed matt’s expression relax for the most part, one small wrinkle still sitting between his subtly furrowed brows. he always sort of had a resting angry face, but now he looked frustrated for real. he was staring into space, just sitting there, thinking.

i looked away from him, pulling away slightly so that i wasn’t sitting on top of him anymore. i felt cold; i’d ripped myself away from his warmth before i gave myself the chance to cherish it.

there it was before me. my life, broken and shattered into millions of pieces.

“can… can i ask you-“ he started.

“yeah,” i exhaled. i didn’t realize that i’d been holding my breath.

“how, um, how do you know that?” matt asked softly. “i just mean-“

“it’s fine,” i swallowed. “i-i just… i don’t- i don’t know how to explain it. i-it’s… you know how i like wearing baggy clothes and overall just, y’know, men’s clothes?”

matt nodded, staying quiet. he had his listening face on. jaw clenched shut, chewing on the inside of his cheek, eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly.

“it’s like, i don’t… i don’t wanna be a girl dressing like a man. i wanna be a man dressing like a man. even as a kid i wanted to wear boy’s clothes,” i explained. my voice cracked towards the end of my sentence, tears filling my eyes once again.

i knew matt had little, if not zero experience with this, and to be honest, i barely did myself. and based on some of the stuff i’d seen and heard from his work, it didn’t seem like he ever wanted to have experience to begin with.

“so… would you… change your name and stuff?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck.

“mhm,” i hummed, sniffling. i wiped my eyes, cringing at the stinging sensation.

“what name are-… w-what name would you prefer?” he asked, his voice softer than i’d ever heard it.

did he really want to know? part of me didn’t want to tell him. part of me felt scared to death that he would tell his friends and they would mock me.

“i, um… i like y/n,” i mumbled. i felt a small smile trying to creep up my face. it felt good to finally say that out loud. “feels good. i’ve always liked that name.”

“y/n?” he repeated.

i nodded, swallowing. i finally worked up the courage to look at him again. i felt better, but i still felt dread over what he was going to say next.

“come here, y/n,” he said, beckoning me over with his index finger. good god. it felt unbelievably good to hear him call me that, regardless of whether what was to follow.

i climbed back over to him, melting in his arms. matt ran his fingers through my hair. i could feel his heartbeat, racing nearly as fast as mine. he still felt just as warm as he did a few minutes ago.

i let one hand caress his back while my other hand played with one of his curls on the back of his head. he let out a heavy exhale, his body relaxing under me.

“i love you so much,” he said quietly in my ear. “you know that.”

i nodded, pulling him closer. i said “i love you too,” but it was practically silent and only came out as a breath.

“i wish i knew more about this,” he said, his own voice starting to waver slightly. he placed a small kiss on my ear, moving my hair out of the way.

“it’s okay,” i choked. i closed my eyes and pressed my face against his hair, letting his soft curls brush against my skin. “i understand if you… if you don’t wanna have to- …y’know.”

“have to what?” he pressed. “call you my boyfriend?”

i nodded. matt looked at me, wiping my tears away again. i could see his own eyes watering slightly, even through his glasses. my lip quivered as i remembered why i was so scared in the first place.

“i was so scared,” i laughed slightly, gulping.

matt held both of my hands with one of his, the other reaching up to caress my jaw as he slowly leaned in and placed a soft, passionate kiss on my lips.

even after letting go, his face lingered close to mine. we remained still, breathing each other in for a moment. his hand slipped away from my face, lowering to meet the rest of the bundle of hands that sat in my lap.

“i didn’t want to lose you,” i whispered, barely audible. “i didn’t want to tell you ‘cause i was so scared that you would leave a-and-“

“i still love you,” he said. he gave me a small smile, showing off his dimples. “i don’t want to leave you. ever. not in a million years. you’re the brightest part of my entire fucking life.”

i started crying again, hiding my face from him. i really thought he was going to be upset. i was so sure he would push me away. i guess i just didn’t read him correctly.

“and who the fuck cares if i’m gay?” he laughed, pulling my hands away from my face. “everyone pretty much already believes that i am.”

“but are you?” i asked, still sobbing. “there’s a difference between saying you’re gay and actually being gay.”

“yeah, i mean-“

“it’s not a joke,” i swallowed. “are you attracted to men?”

matt’s face dropped slightly. i didn’t mean to, but i had snapped at him a bit. my arms and hands were still shaking. i felt bad for interrogating him like this, but i would have preferred to get my heart broken now than later on, after thinking that i might have been spared of it.

“i…” matt choked slightly. he cleared his throat. i saw tears welling in his eyes again. “i don’t know.”

i sighed, looking away. i put my face in my hands again, taking a deep, shaky breath to keep more tears at bay.

“but that doesn’t mean i can’t try new things, right?” he said softly, running a hand through my hair. i lifted my head up, tucking some stray strands of hair behind my ears.

“i guess,” i squeaked, swallowing harshly. i looked at him, unintentionally giving him somewhat of a puppy-eyed look. i reached towards his face, carefully removing his glasses so that i could wipe a tear away from his cheek. matt turned his head to kiss the palm of my hand, before grabbing it and pressing it against his face.

“i’m not going anywhere,” he mumbled, his words muffled by my skin against his mouth. smooch. “whether i’m gay or not, you can’t get rid of me.”

i smiled slightly, looking down as i felt heat rise in my cheeks. “i don’t think it works like that,” i said. “but okay.”

matt smiled and let my hand rest on his cheek. i swallowed, scooting a little bit closer so i could lean forward and softly kiss him.

the kiss lasted a few seconds, breaking every so often to we could just breath each other in and look into each other’s eyes. i still held his glasses in my hand, resting in my lap as my arms and legs stopped shaking so much.

matt’s fingertips grazed my jaw. “i love you so much, y/n,” he said softly into my lips. i smiled at the sound of my name in his voice, speaking so softly yet passionately.

“i love you more,” i said, trying not to grin from ear to ear.

“is there anything else you wanna tell me?” he asked, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “anything else on your mind?”

i shook my head, pecking his lips. i curled up in his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“okay,” he hummed. matt pushed my hair away from my face.

“can i tell you who i wanna look like?” i asked, grazing my fingertip back and forth on his neck.

“who?” he asked, putting his glasses back on.

“george michael,” i mumbled, grinning slightly.

matt giggled. “he is a beautiful man.”

i laughed, shoving him playfully. matt just grinned, caressing my chin and pulling me in for another, much deeper kiss.

i exhaled, relaxing my body for the first time in weeks as he kissed me over and over. it was dizzying, but i loved it. all the fear i held inside for so long about never being able to feel his lips on mine or his body pressed up against me ever again was behind me. that was the best thing i could have asked for.

i let him slip his tongue between my lips, taking his time exploring the inside of my mouth and feeling my own tongue against his. i heard him him slightly into the kiss, leaning deeper into it.

suddenly, he pulled away, causing a string of saliva between our lips to break.

“what do you say we wear that name in?” he purred, biting his lip and stroking my jaw. there it was, that look of love. the one i was so sure i would never see again.

i rolled my eyes, feeling myself blush heavily. i made an “ugh” sound and pushed his chest away.

“i’m serious,” he grinned. “i told you i would try new things.”

“i know, i know,” i said, standing up. it had been quite a few days since we last… had fun. i’d been so distant and down in the dumps that i never really felt like it and i guess he could kind of tell that was the case. “c’mon.”

i could have sworn i heard him giggle in excitement as he too stood up from the couch and followed me towards our bedroom, barely able to keep his hands to himself during our short walk down the hallway.

#i cried while writing this #i’m sorry if you cried too #ftm reader #matt stone #matt stone x reader #trey parker #x reader #fluff #angst #fanfiction #baseketball #cannibal the musical #mattrey

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Can you imagine jack rubbing your clit through your panties while you’re still asleep (you both have made it clear that you’re okay with that type of thing) so he starts rubbing your clit in your sleep and you start moaning and babbling “jaaack” repeatedly without waking up because your brain thinks you’re just dreaming (He is so honored that your brain only dreams about fucking him because we don’t choose our dreams so you could basically dream about fucking whoever your brain wants, but even in your sleep your brain thinks about only him, not only are you so in love but no one can fuck you as good as him, so you don’t need anyone else). You cum while still sleeping and he’s in awe of how you can cum in your sleep, your panties got soaked and your milky cum permeated through them. He is in a trance of how beautiful and sexy and cute you look moaning/cumming in your sleep. He sees how your sleeping face gets even more relaxed after cumming and how your mouth starts to curve forming a small smile, all of this happens with you still being asleep.

Minutes later (with him having stared at your face for all those minutes like a love-drunk fool while palming his dick through his boxers) you wake up, of course you can feel how your pussy is so wet and warm and you realize that you were ‘dreaming about having sex’.. You then turn your head to the left and see jack staring at you and smiling like a cocky and smug man. You realize he was actually playing with your pussy and it wasn’t a dream, your vag is obviously so aroused and wet and opened and ready for him and you just tell him “Fuck me jackman, I need you inside of me”. He chuckles and tells you “Aw, is my princess horny? I was just about to go back to sleep, I’m sorry”. You obviously are pissed with his games and tell him “Well, don’t start shit if you aren’t gonna do anything” so you just close your eyes with the intention of going back to sleep.

He waits like 2 minutes until he is sure you’ve fallen back asleep and he carefully takes your panties down to not wake you up, he slowly enters you with his dick and a sudden, intense, loud moan comes out from you. A second later you open your eyes and tell him “Fuck you” — he’s just so smug about it and laughs and says “You love how I fuck you though” while he’s going in and out of you and quickening his pace, your eyes roll back in that moment and you have no choice but to let out an exasperated “Fuck me harder jack”. His index finger then comes down to aggressively rub at your clit and he starts going harder at fucking you like you asked while also moving his head down to kiss you. You finally cum while he calls you “My pretty angel” and seconds later he catches up and cums himself while you’re telling him how he’s the sexiest man alive. You both are so in love and down bad for sure.

Not only that but he also makes you feel so loved because you can easily notice how you are not only the sexiest woman to him but also how he wants you in not only a purely-physical way but also thinks you’re the sweetest most-lovable woman and the person he cares about most in the whole world. You’re glad he makes you feel so sexy and loved because with your exes you weren’t made to feel as sexy as you do with jack (and that makes you guys have a super healthy relationship where you feel wanted and never wonder if jack would rather fuck someone else, he’s just so unbelievably attracted to you and drawn to you) and as though the sex was more than just a carnal experience, but with jack it is a whole spiritual experience though. You hope to one day have all the babies with him. The end.

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#❤️‍🩹 anon

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Poisoned Discoveries

Warnings: Mentions blood, violence, stabbing, poisoning.

Pairing: Wolfgang! SKZ x Veterinarian! (f)reader

Premise: Moving to a small town and opening your own vet practice, finally you had achieved your own freedom. No longer dragged down by your 'family', free to choose who to trust.

Author’s notes: Hey Babes! I know I didn't have this originally planned to come out but I had this scene in my head and had to get it out! I promise I"m still working on the stories on my WIP list 💜

Word count: 1.3K

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It had been a hell of a long day. Too many emergencies to your liking. Weather it be a dog who swallowed something they shouldn’t have or a cat taking on a Jeeps wheels, you hadn’t had a chance to breathe. So finally beginning to shut down your small vet practice felt godsent.

Unfortunately for you this godsent was short lived. Emerging from the back examination rooms you round the corner just in time to see 7 figures burst through your front door. Well 6 figures carrying an unconscious one.

“What the hell-” You jump, quickly scanning over who had chaotically almost broke your glass door off its hinges. “Guys?”

“Y/N, we need your help!” Changbins barks, carrying most of the weight of the limp person.

“Wha-”

“It’s Chan! Please!”

The fumble Chans body gently to the floor, you can see his blood soaked shirt and pants.

“Chan? He needs a hospital!” You demand, kneeling down next to him to take in any injuries.

“Y/N can you please look?” Hyunjin asks.

“I’m a vet, not a doctor.” You remind, trying to keep your voice as calm as possible. Even though your mind was screaming at you with panic at seeing one of your friends bleeding out on your floor.

“We can’t take him there. Youre the only one we trust.” Minho’s voice sounds cold. You look up at him, you give him a dead stare. His eyes flash with concern. If he was showing signs of duress something was going on here.

“Take him to the back, put him on the table. I’ll do what I can.” You instruct rising from the floor to peel off your jacket and throw it onto the main counter. “Yongbok, lock the door.”

You don’t look back as you head down to the exam room, you hear them scramble after you. Entering you rool up your sleeves adn start washing your hands in the sink. Peerign over your shoulder you see Chan on the steel table and the others crowding around him.

“Everyone out.”

Grumbling resonates from the group.

“I need space to work.”

Still grumbling you hear them leave and the door shut. You finish washing up and turn to your barely conscious friend.

“Alright Chan, lets get you out of here alive.”

Coming out of the room you spot the 6 men in yoru dimly light lobby. The worry hanging thick in the air, their worry and panic now fully settled on their face, shock clearly worn off now.

“He’ll be fine.” You announce when they don’t notice you enter. They all stand at attention. “He’s stable now, but he’ll need some rest before you can move him.”

“Oh thank god.” Jisung sinks down into his chair, hands in his face.

“Seriously though guys, what the hell happened tonight?”

“Just some random guys starting shit, when Chan tried to defuse it one of the guys pulled out a knife.” Changbin states monotonly.

“Some random guys?” You question, yea you didn’t believe that one bit.

Just silent nods are the answer yoru given, but you dont’ bother to ask again.

“What happened in there?” Minho’s voice rings sour in your ears. Once again you give him a blank look.

“Well his wounds didn’t puncher any major organ, so it was just the blood loss I was initially concerned about.” You explain. “However, he was showing signs of poisening. So I had to take blood to figure out what type so I could effectively give him the right antidote. Once I administered that I was able to work on the wound itself and any infection that might come along.”

You watch them as they take in your words, but you don’t bother letting them stand there too long.

“For now he’ll stay here. I’ll close my practice for the next few days. I suggest you all go out and bring him a mattress and some bedding for the time being.” Finishing you turn back to head back to your patient.

“Poisen…?”

You hear the panicked whispers behind you.

“Shit…”

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“You shouldn’t have brought me here.” Chan grumbles from his makeshift bed on the floor.

“ You were dying.” Minho deadpans.

They were all huddled in the makeshift recovery room around their leader. He had taken over 48 hours to finally wake up. Scaring them but you had reassured them that he would in time come too after the poison had mostly left his system.

He had sure enough woken up, sore and agitated to his dismay but the others were too thrilled to give him any more peace. Explaining to him what had happened that night.

You for obvious reasons only entered when you needed to check his vitals and administer new IVs. Their voices grow hushed when you’d knock on the closed door.

“Still. This could put her in a lot of danger. Especially if they find out she helped us.” Chan redirects. He understands how close he was, but they were all good friends with you. Close enough none of them wanted to see you hurt or dragged into their secret part of their lives.

The one they kept so far from you, since the day you moved to their small town and opened your practice.

“They had covered the knife in poison Chan.” Changbin fights back aggressively. “The only poison that could possibly work on us is-“

“Wolfsbane.” You interrupted from the doorway. No one noticed you had entered behind them.

7 pairs of bulging eyes sprang toward you. You stayed calm as the air in the room grew tumultuous.

“Y/n, what are you-“ Seungmin tries to cover. Being the first one to find his voice after the surprise.

“I had to be able to identify the poison used before I could treat it. Wolfsbane doesn’t affect humans, at least not as critically. More like leaving a bad taste in your mouth. There’s only one thing it could possibly kill.” You leave the answer hanging. If they didn’t want to say it out loud then you wouldn’t force them. Haven knows you would be reluctant to share something like this.

You walk further into the room, watching the looks shared between them. But you just shake your head when they look back at you. Eyes pleading.

“Honestly, I’ve had a hunch for a while now.” You sigh. You didn’t want them to feel scared, but so far that was all you could sense in the room. “You’re not as sneaky as you think you are, at least not from where I’ve been standing.”

A light chuckle breaks from you as you remember, “especially when I’ve already told you my favourite place is on top of the roof, watching the stars and the forest across the street.”

“I get why you didn’t tell me. We all have our secrets.” You reassure. The fear started to trickle from the room, realization dawning on them slowly one at a time. “Besides I’m not one for blood wars.”

“You’re the rogue lightwalker we’ve been hearing about.” Chan speaks first, he’s always the one to put the puzzle pieces together the fastest.

“But you don’t smell-“ Jisung starts.

“Like death?” You smile softly at him. “Well I’m not a zombie so thankfully I’m not that putrid. I have my own ways for masking just like you all do.”

You take a minute waiting for the information to settle. Some of them still seemed uncomfortable as they stood there, watching you.

“I still trust you guys more than anymore regardless. I don’t have a family I belong to. I never wanted to find one again after I left.”

Chan clears his throat after a somber moment, staring straight into your eyes. Searching.

“If not a family…..what about a pack?”

7 smiles blaze at you. The dark emotions you may have been feeling completely submerged in their light. You never needed a family. Families were cold, brutal and treacherous.

Packs were warm, caring and trustworthy.

“I'm all yours.” You laugh back, before an evil grin forms on your face. “Now tell me about the ones who tried to kill Chan.”

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The Insincerity of The Stars

[Chapter 10] Blatant Truth

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Pairing: Suguru Getou x f!Reader

“It felt really weird confessing.” You say, your head laying on Shoko’s stomach. Your words come out muffled by Shoko’s shirt. Her hand runs through your back, a friendly caress. At least through your eyes. You should be able to differentiate between a friend’s and a lover’s caress, but when it comes to Shoko, you’re not thinking that. It’s Shoko, she’s your friend, nothing else.

“You swore you would never tell him, what happened?” She asks. You already explained everything that happened to her. “Why did you finally choose to confess? Why did you decide you had to tell him about it?”

“I just want him to leave me alone, Shoko.” A sigh leaves your lips. It takes everything in you to control yourself and not shed a tear. You feel so empty inside. And so helpless too. You don’t understand this feeling… Or maybe you do and you don’t want to acknowledge the fact that Suguru still has a great effect on you. “There wasn’t any other way. Suguru knows how much I longed to be a mother, and he was there when the miscarriage happened. He witnessed the lowest point of my life. Knowing that I had an abortion will make him stop.”

“You know… I think you did the right thing.” She continues to caress your back. You close your eyes, hoping that your eyes will stop tearing up. Trying to forget Suguru’s eyes when he finally understood your words. He tried to run after you, but you ran faster and hid.

“I don’t think I did.” You share. “That was my secret to keep, I didn’t have to burden Suguru with it.”

“Burden Suguru with it? Are you serious?” Shoko scoffs. “Are you fucking hearing yourself? Are we thinking about the same Suguru? The same mommy’s boy?”

“Shoko, can we not?” Your voice sounds low, weak. Tired. You’re exhausted of hearing Shoko berate you because of your ex-boyfriend. She’s right. She’s fucking right every single fucking time but you’re tired of hearing it. “Look, I get that Suguru is no good. He’s a piece of shit. But I loved him once upon a time, and some part of me will care for him. At the end of the day, I don’t think he will ever leave me alone, so there was no point in telling him about my decision.”

“He should know. Your decision is a direct result of him and his decisions. He should know that because of him you got an abortion.” Shoko slightly raises her voice. She sounds frustrated. “He should feel hurt, the same way you’ve felt hurt because of him and his incompetence.”

“Shoko…” You sigh, trying your best to hold back a sob. “Shoko… Please.”

“I hate him.” She says, and you want to agree. You want to say that you hate him as well, the same way you would in your many arguments with him. But you can’t bring yourself to say it. Those words were intended to get a reaction. Words to hurt him. But now you can’t say those words because you don’t mean it. You’ve never meant it. “Ever since he came to this town, all he’s done is cause problems.”

“Shoko, please…” You beg. You’d think of your voice as pathetic. She thinks that you’re just at a low moment. She feels the teardrops stain her shirt, and feels the wet tears that soak her shirt.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She lowers her voice. She’s now much softer with her words. She didn’t intend to make you cry. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry. I- I just want the best for you.”

She hears a sob, and she realizes how she messed up. She let her hatred take over her mind and her words, which in the end just affects you. “I just want you to see.”

“See? See what?” You question as you lift your head up and look at her. Her heart drops, watching as tears stream down your face, and they don't stop. They don’t look like they have an end.

“The blatant truth.” She says. Your fingers run through your hair in distress before you get up from the bed and walk to the bathroom.

“I know the truth, Shoko. That's why I’m staying away from him.” You tell her. You enter the bathroom and close the door, needing a moment to yourself.

“It’s not just about him…” She mutters. She lets out a sigh, putting her hands over her eyes,

“When will you ever notice?”

Yet another day, and you dread every second of it. All the possible outcomes run through your mind as you walk to your office. Your only hope is that Suguru will let it go. That he’ll take a hint and finally leave you alone.

You enter the office, your eye catching the beautiful arrangement, one you can only hope is from Hiromi. You walk over and look at the card that’s with it. Relief washing over you as you realize it is from Hiromi, a thank you for your last date.

A grin overtakes your face, and for the split moment you forget your whole life. Your relationship with Suguru. All the hardships. And now you just think about the future that waits for you. A happy future with Hiromi.

“Hey, can we talk…?” There’s a knock on the door, and he doesn’t wait for an answer. Your smile drops as you take a deep breath. Are you ready to face him after you ran away? No… You didn’t run away, he just didn’t walk fast enough to catch up. You got the idea to make plans with Shoko so you had to leave fast.

“What is there to talk about?” You turn around, your eyes immediately land on him. It’s hard not to see him. You try to hold a stoic face, attempting to show him that you aren’t bothered over anything. Not anymore. You’re a new woman and you’ve moved on.

“Please don’t say that… You know there’s so much we have to talk about.” He tells you, and it makes you chew on the inside of your cheek. You walk over to your chair and take a seat before turning on your monitor.

“It’s been years, Mr. Getou. It’s time you move on.” You try not to look at him. Your eyes focus on your monitor, your peripheral vision catching as he takes a seat. He’s attempting to look at the card that comes with the beautiful arrangement that’s on your desk.

“You’re asking me to move on over the fact that you were carrying my baby and you got an abortion?” He sounds a bit offended. Your eyes land on him for a split moment. You can’t make up your mind. You want to apologize for letting your secret out and letting him know, but at the same time you want to yell at him. For the first time in your relationship he’s the one that’s hurt, and he’s hurt over something that you’ve been crying over for three years.

“Hmm… You’re right. It is kind of a big deal.” You admit before clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth three times. You tilt your head and bat your eyelashes, giving him your full attention, “You want to host a celebration or something? Or will you let your mommy do the hosting?”

“You’re unbelievable.” He huffs. He stands up from the chair. “Don’t you know how hurt I was when you had your miscarriage?”

“Yeah, Mr. Getou. So fucking hurt that you agreed with your mother when she called it a gift.” You stand up from your chair and begin to walk toward the door. “Now, please leave my office. What I have and haven’t done with my body is none of your business. In the end what I did was the best for both of us.”

“Is being a mother not your dream anymore?” He asks as he walks over, but he doesn’t seem to have the intention to leave. He’s walking over to you, not towards the door. He’s not going to leave until he asks everything, and you can only hope that after he gets his answers, he won’t attempt to talk to you anymore.

“Not to your children.” You answer. You watch as he inhales slowly, trying his best to maintain his composure. You don’t want to watch him break down and hurt him even more. But you want to be left alone, and sadly enough you can’t succeed with both. “Suguru, don’t you understand that I don’t want to be stuck with you? Yeah, I want to become a mother but I don’t want to be stuck with you for the rest of my life.”

“You were carrying my baby.” He lowers his voice. The door is wide open and anyone around can listen, so he has to keep his voice low or else everyone will figure out that there’s a past between you. That your dislike towards him isn’t just about the predicament of sharing your office. “I had the right to know at least.”

“No, you didn’t. What were you going to do?” You question. You feel as if some words are stuck in your throat. It takes so much strength from you to push them out, and each time you hope they don’t come with a sob. “You couldn’t have done anything, Suguru. I wasn’t staying either way.”

“Why did you decide to tell me?” He asks. “You could’ve kept it short. You could’ve just reminded me of what I said. You didn’t have to tell me you had an announcement that night.”

“You won’t leave me alone. Maybe knowing the truth will finally make you stop.” You answer. “Now, will you leave? Please.”

“Do you regret it?” He doesn’t bother listening to you. He has an infinite void of questions and he wants to ask each and everyone one. He repeats his question when he’s met with silence, his voice slowly breaking, “Do you regret it?”

“I have to work, Mr. Getou.” You avoid his question. You two want different things at the same time. The conversation won’t end up anywhere. “Please leave.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Leave.”

“Do you regret it?!” He raised his voice, any concern of people listening to the exchange leaving his body. The door is wide open. Anyone that’s walking by is able to listen.

“Leave!” You yell. You let go of the door and grab Suguru’s forearm. It takes every bit of strength in your body to be able to drag him, but you manage to move him a bit from the place he stood. But you can’t do much after. He’s still in your office. “Please, just leave!”

“Answer me!”

“No, I don’t regret it!” You finally answer. “Leaving you was the best decision I’ve ever made!”

“What’s going on here?” You both hear, and you feel your face turn warm. Embarrassed over the fact that your personal life has slipped into the workplace. “Mr. Getou, are you bothering her? We heard her yelling ‘leave’.”

“No, we were just…” Suguru looks at Chinen, fighting back tears. He tries to collect himself in a single breath. “Method acting.”

“Method acting? Are you two doing a play or what?” Chinen is left confused by that answer. Chinen looks at you, raising his eyebrow, “Is this really what’s going on?”

“Mr. Getou is an idiot that wants to see what goes through the mind of his clients. He asked me to help him out in exchange for money.” You lie because giving any other explanation complicates things. “And I have to say that it fucking worked. Just looking at him annoys me. Sorry for the ruckus.”

“Yeah…” Suguru agrees. “Sorry…”

“Leave the poor woman to work. She just got here.” Chinen puts his hand on Suguru’s shoulder. He begins to walk and Suguru has no option but to walk as well. Suguru slightly turns his head to look at you, his eyes catching the flowers again.

“Lovely flowers by the way.” Suguru comments.

“Yeah, my boyfriend got them for me.” You respond. Hiromi isn’t your boyfriend yet, but you hope that hearing the word will make Suguru stop.

Once they leave, you close the door. You go back to your chair and take a seat, an exasperated sigh leaving your lips. You’ll have to quit soon because you won’t be able to continue handling this.

While Suguru steps into his office, trying his best to keep calm. He takes a seat on his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose, a bit too harshly. He hopes that the pain will somehow help him contain the tears that keep threatening to spill. He thinks he’s cried enough.

He thinks he shouldn’t cry again in his life, that all the tears he’s shed are sufficient. Yet he keeps trying to go back to you. And you’re the perfect recipe for tears.

“I’ll make you swallow your words.” He mutters. “We both know you regret it.”

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felice-jaganshi · 18 days

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His Pet

Chapter 15

The next morning, Zariah woke with a yelp, immediately sitting up and looking around, shaking. Angel fell out of his chair,

“Jesus christ! What the fuck?! What's wrong?!”

Alastor's eyes immediately shot open from the sound and slowly sat up, “Darling? It's alright, I'm here.” He tried to comfort her.

She turned to him and buried her face in his chest.

“Sorry… bad dream. I remembered someone from when I was alive… someone who hurt me real bad… I always hoped they'd end up in hell so I'd never see them again. But now I'm here too. Guess yesterday's ‘adventures with Valentino’ brought that back to the surface.”

“Well, I'm certain you'll never see them again, and if you do. Just point them out to me and I'll take care of it.” He pet her head. “For now though, I'll go make you breakfast, Angel will stay here with you. If that is acceptable?”

She nodded, “Okay… I'm not really hungry though.”

“I'll keep it light then. You need something since you skipped dinner.” He kissed her forehead and she practically melted.

“Hm, okay, whatever you say.” He chuckled, oh he needed to keep that in mind. She'd do anything for forehead kisses.

With that, Alastor stepped out. Leaving the two alone for a while.

Angel picked himself up off the floor, “Alright, how about I run ya a hot bubble bath? I know I usually like one after a night like last night.”

“Ooh, a bubble bath sounds nice. You can help me blow dry my tails after too.” She got up and stretched. Angel went and started the bath water.

“Hey, does Smiles know you just asked me to blow you?!” He smirked at his joke, pleased with himself as she laughed so hard she practically doubled over. God, did he need to hear her laugh after all that happened. Good thing dirty jokes were her weakness!

Once the bath was ready and she was soaking, Angel sat on the floor leaning against the tub.

“Hey so… Val's dead. Strawberry TallCake killed him. And I… I don't know what to do now…” He started shaking, “I… don't get me wrong, I'm glad I'm free but… Val was nice once… and… I always hoped, that maybe, somehow, some way… that nice side would come back, and things would go back to the good days.” She put a hand on Angel's head, petting him.

“Yeah… I get that. I felt that way about… Arthur… They always love bomb you in the beginning, make life seem like rainbows and sunshine, and promise you everything you've ever wanted… then once you're under their spell… they take everything you don't want to give.”

“Yeah… just sucks that I miss someone so horrible.”

“You don't miss him. You miss who he pretended to be. You're mourning someone who never existed, and that's okay… mourn the mask you fell in love with… then let it go. That's what I did. Though I still had a nightmare about him today. So, guess some scars just stick around.”

Angel sighed, “Since when did you turn into a therapist? I'm supposed to be the one comforting you. He didn't touch ya in anyways did he?”

“Nah… He tried till I bit off a chunk of his wing and nearly clawed off one of his eyes.”

“You what?!” Angel looked at her, horrified.

“His wings tasted gross too. It was all powdery and tasted like ashes…”

Angel groaned, “What am I gonna do with you? Ya little weirdo.” He then smiled, “I'm glad you're okay Sis… I'd be a pretty shit brother if ya died on me. Alright, I'll give ya some alone time.”

She smiled, “Okay. Turn on the radio on the nightstand so I can listen to some music. Oh, and the Spicy stories are under my bed if you wanna read them!”

“Yep, got it!” He turned on the radio and picked out one of her stories, choosing one that looked to be about a demon king and an angel falling in love. It sounded interesting enough.

When Alastor finally returned with food. He didn't see her, but her radio was playing. He sat down the food at her desk, then heard her singing coming from the bathroom as she sang along with whatever was playing.

“My heart's a stereo, it beats for you so listen close, and hear my thoughts in every no-ote~.

Make me your radio, and turn me up when you feel low.

This melody was meant for you, so sing along to my stereo.”

He realized she was in the bath, which meant he was in her room while she was naked! He felt panic fill him, a proper gentleman doesn't enter a lady's room when she's in a state of undress!

“If I was just another dusty record on the shelf, would you blow me off and play me like everybody else?” She kept singing along, completely unaware he had returned. Well, as far as he knew.

“If I asked you to scratch my back could you manage that?

Furthermore, I apologize for any skipping tracks, it's just the last girl that played me left a couple cracks. I used to- used to- used to, nah I'm over that! Because holding grudges over love is ancient artifacts!”

He thought about leaving, but something about the song made him stay, or was it her voice? It felt like her soul was tethering him in place. Which it very well might be, given he owned it.

“If I could only find the note to make you understand, I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand! Just keep me stuck inside your head like your favorite tune, and know my heart's a stereo that only plays for you!”

She kept singing and he felt like he was under a spell. He sat at her desk chair, and closed his eyes, letting the melody flow over him. She certainly had found the note to make him understand. He had plans for her these days. He intended to teach her how to collect souls and make her an overlord herself. Then, if she became strong enough, maybe she could take on who held his leash…

Suddenly he was shaken from his thoughts by the sound of sloshing water, she was getting out of the tub! He started to panic, until-

“Hey Al, is my blow dryer on the desk? I think I left it in there.” She knew he was there this whole time?! He looked at the desk.

“Y-yes, it is. I'm sorry for the intrusion, I did not know you were bathing!” He sounded extremely nervous, but she just laughed.

“It's fine! If I had a problem with it, I would have said something. You're fine Al, I know you're not a perv or a creep, so don't stress so much. I know I'm safe with you around regardless of my state of dress, and I hope you feel the same about me.”

“I… suppose I do, actually. You get away with a lot more touching than I'd allow anyone else to do. For some reason, you don't make my skin crawl, and I'm not sure what to do with that.” He was opening up to her, just a little.

“You don't have to do anything with it if you don't want to. I'm just happy to be by your side. But getting to hug you and hold your hand makes me crazy happy too.” She came out of the bathroom in her towel and went to pick out fresh clothes before returning to the bathroom to change. Alastor kept his eyes off her the entire time, face bright red.

She came back out once dressed with her hair wrapped up in a towel. She went to grab her blow dryer to work on her tail, but Alastor's shadow got to it first.

“Let me assist you, my dear, that way you can focus on eating.” He got up from the chair and guided her to sit. He wouldn't stop staring until she started eating. Then he hummed in satisfaction and gave her a tiny kiss to her forehead, “good girl.”

Alastor took one of her books and began reading while his shadow worked on her tails. After a few minutes, he spoke up again.

“Hm, Zariah, you seem awfully fond of holding someone in your sleep. Might that be something you'd like to do on a more regular basis rather than just when you're in peril?”

She looked up at Alastor with shock! But he kept his eyes glued to the book he was “reading” as he tried to look indifferent.

“Yeah, I love cuddling! It makes me feel so safe and warm. Especially if it's you, you're always allowed in my bed.”

“I see. Then let me make an adjustment to your room.” He snapped his fingers, and her bed became a king sized, rather than the twin it previously was. “There, now if I decide to humor you I won't be so cramped.”

He thought about their potential future together as she ate and gushed over a new story idea she had while in the bath.

He wanted her on his broadcasts, his Radio Angel… they needed to get her training for that, luckily in life he helped his lady coworkers find their voice all the time. So he was confident he could shape her into a proper radio hostess.

Yes, they'd go for walks together, cook meals together, have tea with Rosie, collect souls together. He felt warm in his chest.

Yes, the radio demon truly did have a heart. And this little angel had won a special place in it.

(So this could be considered the end, chapter 16 is just a "bonus" chapter. Will contain consensual cannibalism, if that gets anyone excited.)

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runningfrom2am · 11 months

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the sea around us; chapter twenty-one

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

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(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

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"Shit.. shit shit shit no! Come on.." John B says as we slow to a stop, in the marsh still a ways away from land. I look up from where I had my head pressed to his back. I spent most of the drive back sobbing, and I just stopped, but apparently, there is no time to relax.

"Fuck. I sigh, hugging John B tighter for a moment.

"We've gotta swim." He says, turning to look back at me. I nod softly, and swing my leg over, steadying myself before jumping in, and John B follows behind me. We swim back to shore as fast as we can manage, and John B leads me to a property with a very colorful house. Lana Grubbs.

"Wait- John B." I stop him, placing my hand on his forearm and he turns, eyes read and chest heaving. He's angry- and who wouldn't be? I am too. "Here... I, uh... I found this. On the boat." I say, digging in my soaked shorts pocket and pulling out the watch, holding it out to him.

He stares down at my hand, slowly reaching out and taking it from me before turning it over in his palm. He nods softly and his lip quivers. Before I can think about it, I'm wrapping my arms around him in a hug. "I'm so sorry..." I say, feeling him squeezing me back.

"Thank you." He whispers, afraid that if he talks any louder he'll burst into tears.

After a few moments, we walk up to the door, and John B opens the screen door. We see Mrs. Grubbs standing there making tea. She looks up at us, saying nothing.

"I need to know." John B says.

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The whole walk home after our talk with Lana was silent- I tried to talk to John B more but he wasn't having it. We eventually return to The Chateau, where everyone else is waiting for us and prepping the pully system we made to remove the gold from the well. John B storms inside, shoving past anyone who gets in his way. He's furious- understandably. I decide not to say anything to everyone until he does- it is very much his story to tell. We all watch as he grabs the gun, and then we follow him out to JJ's bike, which he hops on as everyone bombards him with questions.

"John B, please, talk to us." I say, feeling tears on my cheeks again. I'm heartbroken for him.

"Ward knows about the gold. He killed my dad." He says, and everyone is shocked. Just then, John B speeds off, leaving me to pick up the pieces and fill in the blanks of the bomb he just dropped on everyone.

Instantly, everyone looks at me. "He's gonna kill Ward..." I mumble, still in shock after the events of the day.

"What happened, Snowy?" Pope asks me.

"It- it's a long story." I sigh, wiping under my eyes. "Ward wanted a cut if he could help us with legal crap with the gold, and then when John B realized he had killed Big John, Ward tried to kill us too. He shot a spear right at me. It missed by like an inch." I explain. "He literally tried to kill us."

"Holy shit- man, he's definitely going after Ward." JJ sighs, running his hand through his hair.

"I... I need to call Rafe. Like, right now." I say quietly, ignoring everyone as they talk about what to do next. "Kie, can I have your phone? Please?" I ask and she looks at me, seeming confused and obviously upset.

"No, we need to call the cops, you can't call your boyfriend right now." She says, pulling it out of her pocket as I grab it right out of her hands.

"He's Ward's son, Kie, he might be able to help- or do something, I need to tell him."

"You're not telling him anything." JJ shakes his head.

"I can't tell him his dad just tried to shoot me? It seems relevant to what we're going to do- maybe he can distract his dad or something so John B doesn't get to him first and kill him! It will buy us time- if nothing else." I say quickly, unsure if anything was even English.

"Guys, she's right. We need time- and I don't think we have any better ideas." Pope agrees with me.

"Thank you." I sigh, opening Kie's phone finally and stepping away to call Rafe.

It rings for what feels like an eternity before he picks up. "Hello?"

"Rafe? It's Snowy."

"Oh, hey, what can I do for you, baby? Why didn't you call with your phone?"

"Rafe, I-" I break down at this point. I don't know what to say, there was a moment this morning when I didn't ever think I would hear his voice again.

"What's the matter?" He asks, sounding worried.

"Where- where is your dad?" I ask, trying to pull it together.

"I- I don't know, why? Are you okay?"

"I need your help, okay? Can you help?" I ask him.

"Alright... Yeah, of course, anything. Where are you?" He asks as Kie runs up to me.

"We're taking the boat, and we're going to go there to see if we can find John B." She tells me and I nod, waving them off.

"I'm at the Chateau, but don't come here. Please, just see if you can find your dad okay? And don't tell him I talked to you. He can't know, okay?"

"Okay, yeah.." Rafe agrees hesitantly. "Please, tell me what happened. You're crying right now, something is wrong, so just let me come help you."

I shake my head a little as I sob into the phone. "Can you come to get me instead? Please? I changed my mind. My friends are leaving now, I don't want to be alone. Please." I sniffle.

"Alright, I'll be there in ten minutes, okay? Hold tight. I'll be right there." He says and I nod as if he can see me, and then he hangs up.

Rafe must have sped here, because he arrives much faster than he said, jumping out of the car and jogging up to me where I'm sitting on the porch.

"Snowy, hey, hey, are you hurt? What's happening?" He asks, pulling me into his arms as I stand up to greet him.

"I'm okay.." I say shakily.

"What happened?" He says, pulling away and grabbing my shoulders, looking me up and down to see if I'm injured at all.

"Nothing- I, nothing happened, I just need you here." I lie, my voice shaking as I hug him again and he sighs, resting his hand on the back of my head.

"What about my dad? Why were you asking about him?" He asks worriedly.

"I- uhm.." I should at least tell him some of the truth. "We think he killed Big John, and John B came home and stormed out with a gun, so I was worried he'd go after him." I explain.

"My dad? No. No, no, no, he didn't kill anyone, okay? I know he didn't do that." Rafe insists, and I nod a little as I look down.

"Look, I told you, and Kegs has told you, these Pogues are crazy, Snow- they're putting these insane ideas in your head, and, and, you can't keep listening to this. I'm sorry, but I can't watch them hurt you like this anymore, put you in danger over and over again, I just can't do that." He says, looking down at me, then running his hand through his messy hair. "Look, let's just go back to where I'm crashing, okay? Come and stay with me for a couple of days. Get your mind off this- you need a break from them."

I nod and he takes my hand, leading me back to his car and helping me in. "You're gonna be okay, alright? You're safe with me." Rafe says, leaning over and giving me a kiss on the cheek.

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Rafe takes me back to the house he's staying at, which I don't recognize at all. We decide to order some food, but I feel so sick about what happened that I can hardly eat. We're sitting at the dining table, and I'm just picking my food apart.

"Snowy, you need to eat that. Seriously." Rafe tells me, and I notice he's already done.

I sigh a little bit and push my hair back behind my ears. "I just don't feel hungry. I think it's stress."

"See? This is what those Pogues are doing to you. They're killing you, you need to eat." Rafe insists.

"I will." I agree, nodding softly. "Do you have any weed?" I ask him, leaning my elbow on the table.

"I, well, yeah, I do. Do you want some?" He asks, holding his thumb up over his shoulder, offering to go get it.

"Yeah, I think it would help." I grin, and he nods as he gets up and runs upstairs. I pull out Kie's phone and text my friends.

K: find jb?

P: yeah, he's fine. we're back at the chat.

JJ: where'd you go snowy white?

K: i'm with rafe at the place he's crashing at. everyone okay over there?

P: we're all fine, ward lives to see another sunset

JJ: bad news tho, gold is gone.

I sigh and put the phone back in my pocket. Of course, Ward got the gold. Just like that, our hopes were crushed. I guess we still have my plan B, but I don't actually think I have the heart to do that to Rafe.

Rafe comes back down the stairs, holding up a zip lock bag and his bong, shaking them a little as he speaks. "Let's go out on the deck?" He asks, and I nod, getting up and following him outside.

After being friends with JJ and John B for so long, my tolerance is pretty high, so it takes a little while for me to actually feel anything. The first time I ever smoked it was the three of us with Big John, and I'm not sure I've ever had so much fun. Kie was in her kook era, but at the time we didn't need her. I never felt out of place with them, especially with Big John there, who treated me like his own daughter. I miss him every day, it's hard for me to finally swallow the truth, that he is dead; even if I kind of already knew that.

I find myself giggling as I remember that day, out on the porch of the chat. I was coughing my lungs out, and Big John was rubbing my back. He really was so kind.

"Is it finally hitting?" Rafe asks, grinning at me as I look up at him, a smile still spread across my face.

"Yeah, sorta." I admit. "I was just thinking about the first time I ever smoked." I tell him and he laughs a little.

"Oh yeah? How did that go for you?"

"It was good. I mean, I thought I was dying for a bit, but it was still fun." I shrug. "Big John bought it for us after John B beat him at poker. He had the condition that we had to share it with him, so obviously we did, but he wasn't weird about it or anything."

"Big John?" Rafe asks, and it seems I've piqued his interest. "You were close with him, hey?"

"Yeah," I nod, looking down at my hands in my lap and my smile fades. "He was like a father to me. That sounds so stupid, but he really looked out for me. He cared for me when my parents were focused on Kegs and the twins, so pretty much always." I explain.

Rafe nods a little. "Yeah, I've been meaning to ask you about how you're doing, with that, uhm, that situation."

That's so sweet. "I'm good, you know. Up until this morning, I was doing fine." I say, not really wanting to think about what happened to him at the hands of this boy's father. Luckily, weed is my friend and the thought is quickly lost.

"Yeah, I couldn't imagine what you guys went through..." Rafe says, and it's pretty obvious he doesn't know what to say. "If I can help, you know, if I can do anything, tell me, alright?"

I smile at that. "Thank you, Rafe... You know I'd do anything for you, too."

"Yeah, so... So, so, do you mean anything?" He asks with a slight smirk and I nod, leaning closer to him a little.

"Anything," I whisper, my lips just inches from his now. He looks down at my lips and then back into my eyes before leaning in to kiss me.

It's a matter of seconds before it starts to get a bit more heated, and then he pulls away, holding my cheek.

"Anything?" Rafe asks again and I nod, biting my bottom lip. "Come with me." He says, getting up and grabbing my hand to help me up.

I follow him back inside, looking back at the stuff we left behind us on the deck as the door closes behind us. I know I shouldn't be okay with this- I remember what happened to me this morning, but I feel so disconnected from that fear in this moment, so I decide to let it go.

We get upstairs and he turns me around, grabbing my hips and kissing me as he slowly walks me back towards the bed. "So, I've kind of been having this dream, lately..." He mumbles into my lips as he pushes me back so I'm laying down, my legs hanging off the edge of the bed as he leans over me. I hum back against his lips, letting him know I'm listening.

"I just, I think you're so hot, and I really want to do this so just hear me out, okay?" He says, sounding almost nervous, which makes me hesitate. I don't think I'm about to do anything crazy the first time we sleep together. But of course, I'll hear him out.

"Yeah? What is it?" I ask, smiling at him as I play with his hair, both my arms wrapped around his neck.

"I want to do a line off you." He says, and I feel my eyes widen a little but I try not to freak out. He's supposed to be quitting coke.

"I, well..." I start, still trying to figure out how to word this without him thinking I'm shutting him down.

"Snowy, please, I'm trying to get clean I promise, I just- I've dreamt about this. Please, just one..." He pleads, kissing down my neck.

I sigh a little, my eyes fluttering closed. How could I say no? It's not like he's supposed to stop all at once anyways.

"Yeah, yeah. Of course..." I whisper, and he stops and looks up at me, a slight smile showing on his lips.

"You're amazing." He smiles, kissing me again for a few seconds before getting up, going over to his backpack in the corner, and pulling out a bag full of white powder and a credit card. I can't believe I'm about to let this happen, but I suppose it could be much worse.

He comes back over and kneels down in front of me as I look up at the ceiling. I don't want to watch. I feel his warm hands against the skin on my thighs, and I giggle as he places a few kisses on my skin before getting to work making his line. I focus on taking deep breaths while he does it, then goes back to kissing my thighs. I look down at him, sitting up a little and smiling at him.

"Fuck- I'm obsessed with you, Juliette." He mumbles, smiling as he climbs back on top of me and connects our lips again.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

A/N;

Not this chapter being lowkey spicy... I do not write smut so this is as close as we're gonna get lol

-R

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