#thank ash I finally have him jesus

[rosiefairlands]

After all these (three) years, I FINALLY HAVE THIS LITTLE FUCKER

#rosies rambles #filler post #pokemon masters #pokemon steven #pokemon steven stone #champion steven #champion steven stone #steven stone #I want to slap his pretty face for not coming home in the first place #(affectionate) #thank ash I finally have him jesus #speaking of ash also can’t wait to see his ass get beat when he battles ash lmao #now all I need in life is Diantha then I can retire this game- /jjj #yeah that’s pretty much it this is pretty much just filler—

[diaryofaprettyprincess]

i love your eddie works so much holy shit ?? could u maybe do one where innocent!reader gets her first bf & perv!stepbrother!eddie gets all mad & jealous and manipulates her into breaking up w him? + smut if it’s okay 🫶🏻 u can add anything & go as dark as u want tbh i don’t really have any limits

note: this was from a while ago im so sorry !! i hope you enjoy though hehe also sorry this is kinda bad LKDSJ

warnings: reader called eddie daddy once, stepcest, dark!eddie, dark material, penetration, smut, innocent!reader, kinda pervy eddie, stepbro!eddie munson, jealousy, threats, once again..DARK MATERIALLLLL if you dont like it, dont read it babe <3, pet names, reader's body type is kinda mentioned ('tiny' but i meant it referring to height), 6'4 eddie, shorter reader

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just imagining when he finally meets your boyfriend.. (your mom and uncle wayne have already met him, and are out for their anniversary when eddie meets him).

eddie's all grumpy, smoking a cigarette and face to face with your boyfriend when your he puts out his hand for eddie to shake. eddie just grimaces slightly, blowing cigarette smoke in your boyfriend's face before knocking shoulders with him forcefully when he walks away to sit on the sofa, resting his combat-boot-cladded-feet on the coffee table; flicking the cigarette ashes towards your boyfriend--Tommy...

it's quiet and tense before you decide to break the silence, biting your bottom, glossed lip nervously; watching eddie stare daggers at Tommy as he takes a seat on the chair in front of the metal head that is lounging on the couch.

"i-I think i'm gonna get a water," ur voice is soft as ur eyes track ur stepbrother's actions--his body is laid back and relaxed, but his face is pointed and mean, eyes squinted slightly as though he is analyzing your nervous lover. "u-uhm..T-tommy would you like one?" you play with the hem of your floral sundress anxiously.

your boyfriend nods, thanking you and gulping slightly as he throws eddie a nervous chuckle--albiet lacking any actual humor.

with haste, you walk quickly to the kitchen.

eddie inspects tommy.

'jesus christ,' he thinks as he watches your apprehensive boyfriend's khaki-cladded leg bounce up and down rapidly. 'what the fuck does she see in this prick?'

eddie stays in his mind for a bit, anger coiling in his chest as he tightens his fist, his rings taut against his fingers as he takes another drag from his cigarette.

"s-so i uhm, i heard your in a band..pretty successful--i-i mean ur sister--"

"step sister," eddie corrects, and tommy watches as he takes his feet off of the coffee table, leaning forward as he flicks the excess ashes of the smoke once again towards the uneasy highschool boy before taking one last drag and then putting the cigarette out on the coffee table.

"r-right stepsister--she uhm, she said that it's getting pretty successful--ur band, i mean," tommy smiles nervously, clearing his throat. "uh, what's ur band called?"

"corroded coffin." your irritated stepbrother gravels. he's short with his answers, and tommy can tell he doesn't want to talk anymore. your boyfriend sighs through his nose with a pressed smile hinted on his lips before quickly glancing off to the side to silently pray that you are on your way back. thankfully, you are, with a bright smile and a small giggle to accompany you--along with the two glasses of water of course.

u stop in front of where eddie is sitting as your boyfriend stands, thanking you for the water and chugging it down, wiping his mouth off and setting it back down on the coffee table as you giggle airily, confused.

"dry throat." he tries to explain, clearing his throat again. no way is he going to admit your brother--or, step brother is scaring the ever living shit out of him. (even though it is blatantly obvious(..to everyone but yourself..))

before you can say anything eddie places his tattooed, ringed fingers under the cusp of your ass under your dress, gently running his fingers in a small pattern on the soft skin. "baby," he speaks, getting your attention immediately as your boyfriend stands there awkwardly. "d'you think you could get me some water too? it'd give me more time to have a little chat with tommy here."

tommy can't believe it! the way eddie changes his tone of voice so quickly. with you it was so soft and kind--so gentle and incredibly sacchrine. and what's with his hand up your skirt?

"sure, eddie!" you turn to tommy, excited. they must be getting along! "i'll be right back 'n then we can go, okay?"

when you leave and it's just tommy and eddie again, your stepbrother stands up, his height towering over your boyfriend's. he looks behind him to make sure you aren't near before curling his fingers slightly, a small c'mere floating from his lips.

tommy moves foward.

"look, man, i know we just met, but my stepsister means the world to me, okay? so 'm gonna give you a little advice," any hint of a lightness to eddie's voice--or his eyes dissappears in that moment, and tommy is very aware of how eddie's ringed hand is squeezing his shoulder--he can feel an anger that he's very scared of. "you do fucking anything to upset her, take advantage of her-- whatever the fuck it is, and i will fucking kill you. understand, thomas? she's too fuckin' kind and naiive to deal with douchebags like you..but because i'm feeling nicer today, i'm gonna give you a warning. if you use her--fuck her or kiss her, whatever--i'll find out, and i'll fuckin' slit your throat. we clear?" he growls as your boyfriend nods vehemently-- eddie's left hand squeezing your boyfriend's shoulder harshly before letting go as you walk in, a small smile flashing on your stepbrother's face as he thanks you, bending down lower and kissing your cheek as he wraps you up in an embrace, your head on his chest.

and because of how ' kind and naiive ' you are, you don't notice the way your boyfriend looks as though he's seen a ghost, his body stiff and uncomfortable.

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OK NOW..

one night eddie is painting your toes a baby pink as you lie on his bed, admiring your freshly painted finger nails. eddie had gotten good at painting nails ever since you taught him how to do his own.

when he's finished, he kisses the top of your foot before delicately placing it back on his bed.

the metal head admires your soft features for a moment before speaking.

"sweetheart," he calls gingerly, "can i talk to you about something?"

you nod, a soft smile on your freshly glossed lips that smelt of cherries.

eddie gets off of his bed, grabbing a cigarette and lighting it as he speaks. "it's about that damn boyfriend of yours.."

your ears perk up at that as you sit up further. "what about him, eds?"

eddie blows out a silver river of smoke from his lips before deciding to put the butt out on his dresser. "well, you see baby, i don't like him very much."

you frown sadly, you thought your stepbrother liked him! or at least tolerated him..

eddie walks over, brushing some hair behind your ears. "why not, eds?"

"well, honey," he scoffs, squishing your cheeks together with his hand before kissing your forced pout and letting go, tattooed hand smoothing over your cheek. "he wouldn't treat you right..you trust me, don't you?"

you nod again, how could he ask such a thing?!

"'f course i do! I trust you more than anyone!"

the metal head smiles gently, eyes soft and kind as his thumb quirks over your bottom lip. "good, princess..that's good. cuz that means i know a lot more about things than you do..your cute little head sometimes doesn't understand stuff, now does it, puppy? you need someone to watch out for you, hm?"

you smile shyly, cheeks glowing a soft pink--flustered as you look down. eddie notices, because--of course he does. "no need to be embarrassed, princess, y'know that.." his voice is soft and alluring as you lean into his touch further, giggling bashfully. "yeahh..you know that. 's just i know what's best for you, n trust me when i say that boytoy of yours is a real fuckin' pussy."

you gasp, whining, "eddie, you promised! no more bad words!"

"right, right, i'm sorry, sweetheart. 's just-- i think this guy is not a good person, puppy.. n you don't want to be with someone that's bad for you, do you?"

ironic. but you're too oblivious to realize the ironicy because, well--he's holding you so gently, and he smells so good, and his touch is making your head dizzy and your body tingle!

but you shake your head, a cute little pout adorning your plump lips.

"that's what i thought. so tomorrow," eddie sits down against his headboard, pulling you in close and kissing your head. he wants this to really stick. "tomorrow you break up with him."

"b-but-!" you try to reason. you hate confrontation!

"no buts, princess. tomorrow, okay? do what i say." his voice is more stern now, and you can't help but comply when his fingers play gently with your hair, his lips softly kissing all over your face as you look up at him.

eddie knows he's got you exactly where he wants you.

and truly, he does.

that next day, you break up with tommy, and eddie is the first to hear about it.

he may not be in highschool anymore, but he has people (dustin).

because when you come home from school, both of your parents out, eddie's high on happiness and love (or obsession) (as well as a little weed). he drags you straight to his bedroom, his cock already throbbing to get out of his jeans, his body on fire--and when he kisses your skin, your whole entire body fizzles, sparking into a wildfire-sized flame that suffocates you whole.

you can't get enough of each other, and although you both have done stuff before (eddie was the one to take your virginity), nothing has been like this before. usually, things between you two were always very passionate and intense, but this felt different.

he's needy for you.. and although he has been extremely needy for you ever since he met you, he actually vocalizes it this time.

"y-you're mine, baby," he seethes, eyebrows mimicking yours--upward and eyes filled with desperation as you make small little uh uh uh's. you are incapable of making any other sound. your legs are wrapped around his upper back, and everything is so much and he is so close, his chest pressed against yours, you can't help but softly sob. eddie shushes you, wiping away your tears. "just a little fuckin' crybaby, huh? g-god, i love you. you're all fuckin' mine, princess--awh, fuck-" eddie whines when you tighten around him, and he can tell your close. his balls are filled and ready to be milked but he first meshes his lips messily with yours, spit connecting the two of you for a second before snapping back to each other's lips.

"s-so proud of you, my pure little baby--this fuckin' cunt, god," he whispers, his right hand wrapped gently around your throat as he kisses any place he can get to, sucking on your bottom lip as you hiccup around cute little squeaky moans he can't get enough of. "say you're mine." he groans gently, rutting into you, his bedframe hitting the wall. "s-say it, baby, c'mon, please?"

you can hear how much he needs this. however, it's so hard for you to answer, so you just sniffle, squealing as his thrusts get sloppier. "fuckin--say it! please, please, please, please--"

"'m yours, ed--" you swallow, feeling the sensation of pressure building up in your core. "'m y-yours, eddie," you cry.

eddie laughs through a choked moan, "y-yeah you are, puppy--n-not tommy's, n-not any of the fuckin' l-losers at your school--you're mine."

you squeeze around him again, puckering your lips as you feel closer to your release, "kissie?" you sniffle, eyes glossy and red from your crying.

eddie chuckles and nods, lips quickly pressing against yours, tongues licking desperately at one another--completely unhinged as your body is overtook with its release, numb and vibrating through your veins.

you can't moan.

you can't talk.

your finger nails claw at eddie's back, as you hear a faint, "shit, so beautiful.." but you can barely hear it as it feels as though your ears are clogged with water, a small squeak heard from the back of your throat as your spit drips from your mouth, slowly, like golden honey. you eyes are crossed and your breathing has been stifled by the intensity. this is the longest time you've ever orgasmed, and eddie loves every fucking second. he kisses you gently, his hips slapping against yours as he pounds into your tiny body, his own frame caging you in. he would show you the bulge your tummy makes when his cock hits your sweet spot over and over again, but he knows you are completely gone.

"take it, princess," he mumurs against your lips, his left hand rubbing and slapping your hardened nipples. "take my fuckin' cock, my c-cum--gonna fill you up real nice, hm? wanna be a mommy?"

you tighten at that. back arched and pressed against eddie's tattooed chest.

he cums as he watches how absolutely fucked-out you are, cursing and spurting his warm seed into your cunt for what seems like hours.

you can hear him whisper small, "breathe, baby, breathe"'s to you as you finally gasp, not realizing you had gone a while without oxygen.

immediately, you start crying. not out of sadness or anything bad, just out of love and something you can't quite put your finger on.

"aw, poor thing," eddie shushes, petting your forehead. you clutch onto him as he slowly pulls out, his come spilling from your winking, creamy, hole.

tears fall free from your beautiful eyes as you sniffle, and eddie brings you in closer to him. "e-e-eddie.." you cry softly, voice high and delirious and he can tell you are very far gone. "w-wha's wrong w-with me? feel w-weird.."

eddie smiles, kissing your lips, "nothing's wrong baby, you just came a lot, yeah? so much for your little body to process, sweet girl. you just need a little bit to come down from it, okay? you were so good, baby, daddy's so proud of you, princess." his voice is gentle and sweet; relaxing your still shaking body.

after about ten minutes of eddie kissing your face, chest, and neck, he begins to pull away to go clean you up, but you grip onto his arm, pulling him back. "no," you pout, "w-wan' fingers, please?" you plead, and eddie smiles, "'f course, baby..such a good girl using your manners.." he places his pointer and middle fingers between your red, bitten lips and into your silky mouth, letting you suck on his tattooed fingers as you are pulled into a deep sleep.

you're finally his now.

he has you exactly how he wants you.

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[sugrhigh]

NEW HIGHS - ( m.s )

REQUESTED**

summary- you and matt are best friends, and though you tell him almost everything, you can’t bring yourself to talk about your love life (or lack thereof). but you get a little too high after a sesh at your place and admit that you’ve never been with anyone before, so matt takes matters into his own hands

warnings- smut ahead people!!, swearing, drug use, oral (fem receiving), fingering, u know the drill

bff!matt x fem!reader

a/n: SECOND REQ WOOOOO i tried to do it justice, thank you @l1ttlefreakk for the idea!! as always, my inbox is open 💆🏼‍♀️✨ and feedback is always appreciated ILY

you watch the vapor curl up toward the sky, reveling in the light of the almost full moon as you sit in one of the worn folding chairs. it’s cooler out tonight; you can smell the last hints of summer in the air as you sit on your balcony.

matt is beside you, of course. he takes one last drag before handing the freshly-lit joint back to you, trying to avoid getting any ash on his shirt. you take it from him and suck in a big hit, holding the smoke in your throat as he watches.

“jesus, someone’s eager tonight.” he teases, though he does look a little concerned.

you cough a bit as you exhale, trying to ignore the burning in your throat. you know you kept that in for way too long.

“just need a brain break, i think.” you keep your reply vague, even though you know he probably sees through this.

after all, you’ve been friends for over two years now, attached at the hip since you met him and his brothers through a mutual friend.

and he isn’t wrong to call you out. you’ve been frustrated and upset since being ghosted after a first date with a guy you had been talking to. it’s hard to fight the insecurity that’s been weighing you down when you don’t even know what you did.

so you take another hit, desperate to drown out the thoughts that have been plaguing you for days.

“something on your mind?” matt asks as you pass the j back to him, and you shake your head no a little bit too quickly.

“not really.” you lie.

he’s silent for a minute as he puts the filter between his lips to inhale.

“come on, i’m not stupid.” he accuses once he’s finished, and smoke pours out of his mouth as he speaks.

“i promise i’m fine. just leave it.” your voice comes out a bit harsher than intended, and you immediately feel bad for snapping.

he rolls his eyes. “spoken like somebody who’s definitely telling the truth.”

“whatever, give that back to me you dork.”

you pluck the joint from his hand before he can protest, taking a long drag as he frowns at you.

“fine. i’ll get it out of you eventually.” matt shrugs, leaning back in his seat so he can look out at the stars.

you do the same, puffing out clouds that swirl through the air every thirty seconds. you’re a sputtering mess by the time you rotate it back to him, and though it was stupid to pull that many hits in a row, you can already feel the high creeping over your body.

“how was work, though? is your co-worker still a bitch?” he asks before taking a drag.

you laugh softly and shake your head. “work was fine, and yeah, she still sucks.”

“not surprising.”

“tell me about it.”

it’s silent for a bit as you finish the joint, passing it back and forth hit for hit. a few minutes later, he finally reaches over to the little table sitting between you two and snubs it out on your ashtray. you’re already beyond faded, eyes drooping slightly as you stand up.

“midnight gospel time?” matt looks up at you through his lashes, still sitting down.

you extend your hand to him and nod. “midnight gospel time, indeed.”

“hell yeah.” he takes it and you help him up so that you can head back inside.

matt opens the sliding door for the both of you, making a grand gesture indicating that you should go first. he’s grinning all goofy, which makes your own lips part in a smile.

he looks just as high as you feel, blue eyes tinged red as he gazes at you, backlit by the lights of your living room. he’s like an angel, like he’s leading you to heaven. there’s something behind that look too, an emotion you don’t recognize.

“so gracious.” you joke, stepping inside carefully since you can feel yourself wobbling a bit as you move.

“only for you, nerd.”

he closes the door behind you, even flipping off the overhead lights so you guys can get the full effect. you’re already fumbling to type in the show in as he sits down next to you, immediately snuggling up against your shoulder.

“you’re so clingy.” you nudge him slightly with a grin.

“don’t pretend like you love it.” he replies, and he’s right as usual, so you stay silent.

you’ve just put the episode on when matt shifts a little against you and speaks again. “you still haven’t told me what’s wrong.”

your heart is beating out of control, though your body also somehow feels minutes behind your brain. you wish you could just shrink into the couch and disappear, sucking in a breath as you stare at the animation on the tv.

this isn’t what you want to talk about.

“it’s really okay, i’m alright. i’m being stupid.” you say, which immediately makes you feel like an even bigger idiot.

you gave him too much information, and now you can feel him looking at you. it’s impossible to look back.

“come on, since when are you scared to talk to me?” he asks, and you swallow the lump in your throat before finally turning to meet his eyes.

“that’s the whole thing, though. i’m scared.” you admit with a weak shrug.

he tilts his head a little bit, clearly confused. “of what?”

“i don’t know. i’m scared i’m not good enough i guess. that something is like…wrong with me.” you manage to get it all out, even though you hate admitting it.

it just makes you feel pathetic, that you care so much what other people think.

“what do you even mean by that? there’s nothing wrong with you.” matt says softly, and you look down at your hands.

“that’s easy for you to say. i’m old enough to live in my own apartment yet i can’t get a date without it going horribly wrong. i’ve never had a boyfriend, i mean, nobody’s even seen me naked before.”

you’re word vomiting because you’re high as a kite, and even though you trust matt so much, you really wish you could take it all back. it’s even more embarrassing because you know he’s hooked up with girls before, and that he at least has experience.

his fingers sweep up a stray strand of your hair gently before he tucks it behind your ear. the feeling nearly makes you shiver.

“look at me.”

its like a command, as if you can’t do anything but listen. so you turn to him, to those pretty eyes, praying to god he doesn’t make fun of you.

“there’s nothing wrong with you. i hate to say it, but most guys are assholes, and if they’re not obsessed with you it just means they’re not the right one. you are…you’re perfect, i promise.” he gets quiet at the end, letting out a little breath as his eyes dart to your mouth.

he can’t help it. sure, you’re one of his best friends. but you also look so beautiful in the colorful light coming from the tv, with those big red eyes and pouty lips, and he wonders how nobody has ever worshiped you like they should.

“it’s just hard. i don’t want to wait around anymore.” you mumble, low eyes studying his own mouth.

you wonder if he’s a good kisser, which is absolutely not something you should be thinking about right now.

“i can show you.” matt offers, and you swear he got closer without you noticing.

maybe you’re just too faded, but you blinked and now he’s right there, breath fanning over your face.

“would you…do you want to?” you stumble over your words, but it doesn’t phase him.

he leans in slowly, pressing his lips to your jaw, right by your ear. the feeling of his tongue traveling down to your throat makes you gasp softly.

“more than anything.” he answers against your neck before biting down softly on the skin and sucking.

“matt—” you barely choke it out, and his hand goes to your hip, slipping under your shirt.

his fingers slide under the waist of your tiny little biker shorts as his lips work their way back up your jaw, to your cheek, the corner of your mouth.

matt pulls away slightly, nose hovering by yours, waiting for confirmation. you’re the one who ends up leaning in to kiss him, trying to show him how much you want this as opposed to saying it.

you can feel him smiling against your mouth as you move in sync, and you can’t believe you're making out with him right now. his lips are so soft, and your tongues begin to mesh together perfectly as you realize he is indeed a very good kisser.

he draws back again, tracing small circles into your hip with his thumb. his touch is driving you crazy, and there’s a fire building in the pit of your stomach.

“i wanna make you feel good.” matt whispers against your lips, placing one more fleeting kiss to your mouth.

“i want that too.”

he’s pulling you up off of the couch almost instantly after you speak, dragging you toward your room like he’s on a mission.

“somebody’s eager.” you callback the same joke from earlier, trying to quell your nerves, and he chuckles lightly.

“you have no idea.”

he leads you through the door over to your bed, spinning you slightly so the back of your legs hit the frame. they buckle, causing you to fall down so your spine presses against the mattress.

matt spreads your legs open with his own knee so he can stand between them as he stares down at you. “you trust me, right?”

“of course.”

“if anything i’m doing gets too uncomfortable, tell me to stop and we can be done. sound okay?” he double checks, and it’s sweet that he’s so concerned.

you hook one of your one of your calves around the back of his own so he’s forced to lean down, hands flat against the bed on either side of your skull, almost like he’s trapping you in.

“show me, matt.” you breathe, and the sound of your smooth voice pleading for more as you gaze up at him with that innocent look sends him into a spiral.

he presses his mouth to yours, peppering kisses across your face and down your neck, on the opposite side as before.

one of his cold hands finds its way underneath your shirt again, traveling to bunch the material up underneath your arms. you help him the rest of the way, and he tosses it to your floor without a second thought.

you’re left in your lacey white bra, and he can see your hardened nipples through the sheer fabric. he’s growing more aroused by the second just looking at you.

“you’re so fucking gorgeous, you know that?” matt asks, lifting you up slightly so he can undo the hooks in the back.

he tears it from your body, and the air that hits your exposed chest brings goosebumps to your skin. his pupils are blown out as he studies your body, bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

you loop a finger under his chain and pull him back to you gently, kissing his redden lips because you can’t stand not feeling him in some way.

after a moment his mouth begins to wander again, along your throat to your collarbone, nipping at the skin a bit more roughly now. selfishly, matt is leaving little marks all over you, just so he can tell people they came from him.

he kisses down the valley between your breasts, an unfamiliar sensation that makes your core tingle. then he presses his tongue flat against one of your perky nipples, flicking it back and forth tantalizingly.

“shit—” you let out an involuntary moan, arching slightly against his mouth as he shifts to focus his attention on the other.

you’re already squirming, and he massages your tits as he moves lower, tongue gliding along your stomach until he reaches the band of your pants.

matt looks up at you, so pretty between your legs as his fingers move to tug at the spandex. “is this okay?”

you nod in response, lifting your hips so he can pull them off for you. this is the most vulnerable you’ve ever been, fully revealed now as he slides your matching white panties off with the shorts.

you can feel how desperate you are already, and as much as you want to close your legs you can’t, because matt has already knelt down in between them once more. he wraps both of his arms around your thighs, fingers digging into the supple flesh as he guides them over his shoulders.

“so pretty, so wet for me.” he praises, mouth skimming the inside of your thigh as he moves towards where you need him most.

you can feel the hints of his beard scraping against you skin, admiring the way his tattoos look as his muscles clench around your leg. matt blows against your heat softly, and it makes you shiver in anticipation.

“can’t believe i’m the first one to get to see you all spread out like this.” he mutters, licking his lips before he presses a kiss right to your center.

his tongue works its way between your lips, licking a long stripe up the middle of your cunt at a slow pace. you buck your hips slightly as his mouth reaches a delicate area, hands moving to tangle in his feathery hair.

“y’taste just as good as you look.” his voice vibrates against your core as he buries his face again, and even though his words are so dirty he sounds so fucking sweet.

you’re not even sure exactly what it is that he’s doing, but then he sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue flirting with the sensitive bud, and you’re suddenly a groaning mess.

“fuck, matt.” you pant, grinding against his face as he continues eating you out.

he lets go of one leg so he can bring his hand around to tease your entrance. the pressure feels good, too good, and he finally slips a finger inside of you fully. it makes you whimper as he pumps it in and out, mouth still working its magic simultaneously.

your back arches as you tug at his hair, earning a groan out of him. he’s always loved it when people pull on it, but knowing it’s you makes it way more enjoyable. matt can feel himself straining against his sweats now, but it doesn’t matter, because you’re the only thing on his mind.

“more, oh my god, please.” you’re begging now, completely at his disposal, and he loves it.

he listens, sliding another finger inside, curling them just right. you cry out as he finds the perfect spot, and your legs begin to shake against his shoulders.

the delightful combination of his mouth around your clit and his fingers driving in and out of your pussy is bringing you closer to the edge. you can feel your abs seizing up as you begin to shudder, really gripping at his roots now.

“right there, matt, i’m so close.” you whine, which just makes him pick up his pace.

the pleasure is overwhelming, so much so that your eyes screw shut as you arch your back against the mattress, hips moving in tune with his mouth. you feel his fingers collide with that magical spot again and you swear you’re in outer space.

“shit, i’m—”

“come on, pretty girl. come all over my face.” he grumbles into your cunt, pausing for just a second before his tongue flicks against you harder.

you’ve only ever felt this sensation from your own two hands, but holy shit is it way better coming from matt. you finally allow yourself to come undone, a string of moans falling from your lips as he holds your trembling leg steady.

you feel him press one last kiss to your overstimulated clit as you ride out this new kind of high, savoring the fact that he’s the one and only person that’s made you finish.

he stays kneeling between your legs even after you let go of his hair, sucking the taste of you off of his fingers before he wipes at his face with his shirt.

“how was it?” he asks with a smirk, hands trailing up and down your thighs lazily, admiring the small hickeys that have formed along your body.

“i think i just saw god.” you tease, still trying to catch your breath as you prop yourself up on your elbows.

“that good, huh?”

the cockiness is clear in his voice, but you don’t mind it at all. after that display, he can be as arrogant as he wants.

“keep in mind i don’t have anything to compare it to.” you warn him playfully.

“we should keep it that way.”

#matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #smut #female reader #first time #fanfic #oneshot #sturniolo triplets smut

[munsonfamilyband]

In Everything But Blood

Alright, I finished the giant paper I had to write (40 pages jesus christ) and then grad school kind of kicked my ass for a while BUT I AM HERE, back from a months long hiatus to finally write the claudia henderson thing I wrote weeks ago. Enjoy, there will be more but this was so long and I only got to like halfway through it but I wanted to post this.

TW!!!! Seriously TW, graphic descriptions of gore and injuries, medical talk, THIS IS NOT FOR THE SQUEAMISH IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE GRAPHIC ON PURPOSE

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Steve wasn't fully aware of how he was still moving but he wasn't going to question it as he sprints into the hospital behind Nancy and Robin, Eddie draped over his back and getting blood everywhere, Dustin limping as fast as he could behind them. He would probably be panicking more if he couldn't feel the little puffs of air Eddie was breathing out every few seconds against his neck.

The nurses all turn to the doors when Nancy slams them open and while there are already plenty of people who look worse for wear in the waiting room, no one looks quite like the group that just walked in. They're all covered in dirt and ash and sweat and lake water and blood blood bloodbloodblood-

Okay, maybe Steve is starting to panic a little.

Nancy yells for help when no one immediately moves and the gun she's holding definitely helps encourage any nurses and doctors to get over any issues they have treating Eddie.

Robin has to pry Steve's hands off of Eddie's pants. He didn't want to let him go, too scared that he would die and Steve wouldn't be there to help. She manages to gently guide him away from the doors they took Eddie through and she sits him down in a chair before sitting next to him and leaning her head on his shoulder.

"He'll be okay, Stevie. We got him here, he's okay."

Steve knows that she's only saying it to help calm him down, and probably to calm herself down too, but he appreciates it all the same.

As they sit there Steve feels the adrenaline starting to fade and he gets a very stark reminder of how his sides are stinging and every breath makes his shirt rub against the scrapes on his back and arms. If he hadn't been in a state of panic already, worried about Eddie and Max and Lucas and Erica and-

He takes a deep breath and leans into Robin's weight at his side. He can't get help yet, not until he knows everyone else is okay.

(If he were feeling braver he might also admit that he's been a little scared of doctors since Scoops, but he's not feeling very brave at the moment.)

A little while later Steve sees Lucas and Erica and forces himself to stand, hurrying over to check on them, to find out where Max is. He instantly knows that something went wrong when Erica slams into him and holds on tight. He only gets more concerned when Lucas leans in to hold onto Erica and Steve at the same time. And then the pit gets bigger when he feels tears hit his shirt.

"Lucas, hey, you're alright. Hey, look at me- hey. What happened? Where's Max?" Steve stares at Lucas's face as he speaks, trying to get an idea of how he's feeling.

Lucas takes a shuddering breath in before he answers, "She-she-.. it was going fine and then... Jason-Jason fuckin'- he crushed her Walkman and I couldn't-she was floating and Jason had-had a gun and I-She was-was dead, for a minute, and then she-she just started breathing again and I dont-"

Steve pulls Lucas closer again, a hand on the back of his neck to give him support as he spoke quietly. "Okay, alright, you did good. She's here, right? She'll be okay. She's gonna be okay." Steve stayed there with them for who knows how long, only separating when he heard a familiar voice gasp from the door.

"Oh thank god, Erica, Lucas!"

Both of them turned to see their mom in the waiting room and ran at her, where she met them in a crushing hug. As Sue held her children close she looked up, tears falling and made eye contact with Steve. Steve saw her mouth 'Thank you' to him and it made his stomach fall to his feet. Sue had always adored Steve for protecting her kids, first from Billy and then in the "fire" at the mall. But this time, Steve was the reason they got hurt. He let them go off on their own and they got hurt.

He nods and walks back over to Robin and Dustin where they're sitting, suddenly remembering his injuries again as he moves away from the Sinclairs. He has to force himself to walk normally just to make it to the chair, only to nearly collapse back into it.

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"Alright, time to go, Dust. Now that your foot's been treated I really need to get you home. Claudia is going to start calling morgues if I don't," Steve grunts out as he helps heave Dustin out of his seat and get settled on his crutches. Robin stands once Dustin is steady and she follows them out of the hospital and climbs into the passenger of Steve's car. (Nancy had left once Eddie was taken to stash the RV somewhere and she came back with his beemer. Steve isn't going to ask.)

The ride to Dustin's house is quiet, Steve can tell each of them is silently asking anything out there that the Henderson house was spared. Thankfully when they pulled into the driveway the house was in one piece and only seconds after parking Claudia is yanking open the front door and running out to meet them at the car.

She runs up to Dustin who had managed to stand up using the car as support and they both cling to each other in tears. Steve watches them for a moment before he has to look away or he'll start crying. He spaces out for a bit, just holding Robin's hand when he get startled by the harsh knocks on his window. Looking up, he locks eyes with Claudia and he can't quite read her expression but he can hear her say, "Get your butt out of that car, Steve, I need to look at you. You too, Robbie."

He and Robin make eye contact for a split second before hurrying to comply. As soon as Steve is standing fully he finds himself being yanked down into a hug, Claudia's arms wrapped around his shoulders.

Steve has to take a deep, shaky breath and blink very quickly to stop any tears. He loves Claudia's hugs, they feel like birthdays and Christmas and being wrapped in a fuzzy blanket with hot chocolate all at once. When he hears her mumbling about how glad she is that he's okay, well, maybe he cries a little.

After he and Robin are both fully looked at by Claudia and then each given at least 3 hugs, they climb back into his car and pull away form the Hendersons.

"Am I taking you home or are you coming with me?" Steve glances over at Robin as he says it. He knows the answer without he responding, just because her face pinches in the way it does when she's afraid of making Steve sad.

"I know last time we went to yours but I just... I need to see my parents. I'm so sorry-"

"Robs, it's okay to want to check on your parents. I'm not upset. Can you just.. keep your walkie on our channel tonight?" Steve glances at her again, getting hit with another Robin look that says she can see right through him.

"Always, Stevie. I am sorry though, I hate the idea of you in that house alone."

"I'll be okay, Robbie. I'm just gonna sleep as soon as I get home anyways."

Robin stares at him for a moment longer and then nods, grabbing one of his hands to hold in hers for the last half of the drive. She only lets it go to give him a tight squeeze before hurrying out of the car to her front door.

Steve waits until she's safely inside before he pulls away and goes to his own house.

The moment he shuts the door behind himself it feels like all of the energy in his body has been drained away. He can barely keep himself standing, only the pain that shoots down his spin when he leans back onto the door keeps him upright.

He forces himself to trudge upstairs and goes right to the bathroom. He starts with getting the clothes off, deciding to just cut them off so he doesn't have to lift his arms.

Then comes the cleaning. He first tries to shower but he can only handle standing with pressured water pelting his back and soap stinging his feet for a minute at the most. When he gives up on the shower he figures he should at least try to clean the bites.

One second he's standing in front of the mirror and reaching to pull off the fabric, the next his whole body is covered in sweat and he's sitting on his ass on the tile floor. His hands are shaking at he wants to vomit from the pain.

No changing the bandage then.

Steve forces himself to at least wash his face and hands with a washcloth before he collapses directly into bed and falling asleep in seconds.

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Claudia is worried. She had already been a little concerned when Steve showed up two days earlier for lunch with a flushed face and too pale skin. She watched him and he didn't act any different but she kept note of it so that she could watch him. But then, when they were supposed to have lunch at 12 and Steve still hadn't shown up or even called by 1, well, Claudia was concerned. Steve always insisted on being on time, claiming it came from all the sports he had done (but she had heard him mumble about his parents harassing him about being late before when he had a head injury, so she just nodded along to his excuses). Being an hour late was entirely out of character and something in her gut, the same feeling she had experienced multiple times over the past few years about her Dusty, told her that she needed to go see him, and soon.

Dustin was thankfully not at home, spending the afternoon with the Wheelers, so she didn't have to tell him what was happening before she got into her car and drove to Steve's house.

What greeted her when she parked only made her more nervous. Steve, she had noticed, had strange habits relating to many things. He had to sit close enough to touch the person next to him, he tried to hide it but he never kept alcohol in the house anymore, he kept the curtains closed facing the backyard, and he always, always leaves the porch light on.

But that afternoon in early April, the porch light was off.

Claudia parked quickly and hurried to the front door, not even bothering with knocking. Instead she pulled out the key Steve had made for her and Dusty after the previous summer and let herself in.

The dread that had been growing in her gut only intensified when she entered the house and a very familiar smell hit her nose.

Body odor, sweat and salt and morning breath.

Bodily fluids, urine and vomit. And blood.

Infection, sickly sweet rot mixing with something like ammonia.

Time seemed to freeze as Claudia ran up the stairs, calling Steve's name all the while. She knew those smells, she had dealt with them at work too many times to not know them, and to smell them in relation to Steve made her blood run cold. She needed to see him, this boy who cared for her Dusty so much, this boy who had wormed his way into her heart, this boy who was her son.

Rushing into Steve's room she was greeted by her worst fears. Steve was lying on his bed, the sheets clearly kicked off and tangled around his ankles. He was only wearing his boxers and they had clearly not been changed in a few days, stained with his sweat and urine. His skin was covered in sweat, his chest and cheeks were bright red and the rest of his skin was a waxy yellow. He was shirtless, vomit covering his chin and chest and staining the pillow and sheets below him. He had what looked like scraps of a sweater or shirt wrapped loosely around his stomach. It was filthy, saturated with sweat, blood, dirt and pus. The smell in the room was much stronger than by the front door, her eyes watering briefly before she forced herself to focus. She was a nurse, she could handle this.

Claudia moved to the bed and gently kneeled onto the mattress. As she moved closer she could hear Steve mumbling to himself but it was so quiet and so slurred that nothing was legible. Claudia placed a hand on his forehead and jerked back in shock at how hot his skin was. Glancing around frantically for anything to help she saw the phone at his bedside table and grabbed it, punching in 911 before cradling the receiver between her ear and shoulder as she continued to check over Steve.

The next moments all passed in a blur for Claudia as she explained who she was and where she was to the dispatcher before they hung up and she waited for the ambulance to arrive. The ride to the hospital passed in what seemed like a blink of an eye and suddenly Claudia found herself in the empty waiting room at Hawkins General and she became aware of two equally important facts.

Her sweater and hands were saturated with Steve's sweat and blood.

She needed to call Robin.

The blood would have to wait, because she knew that Robin would want to be there for Steve so she managed to wipe her hand with some tissues before dialing the Buckley's house.

"Buckley residence, this is Robin," Robin's voice came through the receiver and Claudia let out a loud sigh.

"Robbie, honey, thank goodness you're home. I have some bad news. I'm at the hospital right now sweetie, it's about Steve." Claudia paused after she finished speaking, waiting to see what Robin would say. Unfortunately for Claudia, rather than saying anything, she had to listen to a gut wrenching gasp and sob from Robin, so she chose to keep talking. "I went to his house and found him in his room. I think he had been hurt and it got infected. If your parents are home, I think you should come here, he would want you here."

Robin mumbled a few okays, clearly through tears before she hung up. In the silence after Claudia had no choice but to go clean herself up, allowing herself a minute to collapse onto a toilet seat and cry. Her boy was hurt and she couldn't help him, he was so hurt he didn't even know she was there and she didn't know what to do.

Robin arrived about 10 minutes after they ended their call with a surprise in tow.

Jim Hopper, thinner and without a mustache, but somehow alive and marching into the hospital like he was going into hell. Knowing about his daughter, he probably felt like he was in hell.

Robin spotted Claudia first and ran over to her, arms open and Claudia pulled her right into a tight hug, rocking her back and forth the way Steve always loves. Robin held back just as tight and cried into her shoulder while Claudia whispered to her, "He'll be okay, he's going to be okay."

Jim didn't say anything, just nodded - as if she hadn't thought he was dead until that moment - before he collapsed into a chair, head in his hands and knee bouncing with anxiety.

Hours passed, Robin had curled herself up in a chair next to Claudia and was leaning into her side. Jim had moved to sit on the other side of Robin and surprisingly she reached out and held his hand.

After ages of sitting there in silence a doctor walked through the doors. Claudia recognized her immediately and knew that she had been lucky to find Steve alive if she had been called in. Dr. Graham was one of the only wound specialists they had at the hospital and she focused on the worst cases.

Claudia straightened in her seat, her two companions also coming to attention as Dr. Graham came to sit with them.

"Hello, Claudia. I'm sorry you had to come in on your day off but you got very lucky. If you hadn't brought him in today he may have gone into sepsis. Thankfully he has you listed as his emergency contact so I can fill you in on everything. I want to start by saying that he is currently stable and on heavy medication. He had multiple heavily infected wounds, primarily on his abdomen but there was also apparent road rash across the back of his arms and upper back. We were able to debride the wounds from the rash relatively easily but his abdomen was more difficult. The bandage he had been using was extremely dirty and not made for wound coverage so many fibers had been imbedded into the open wounds. Luckily there had been little necrotizing fasciitis but there was enough that we had to remove the dead tissue. I do want to make sure you understand that he was very seriously injured and delayed treatment made it worse. We are going to test the pus we collected for different bacteria to narrow down the treatment for him but I'm thinking it may be leptospirosis, since he is visibly jaundiced and the injures are obviously animal bites. We have him sedated currently and on heavy antibiotics in the ICU. If you wear protective gear you can visit him for a little bit, but only people on his emergency contact list can come."

Claudia's head was spinning, she was hearing the words being said and she was following the doctor down the hall to the ICU. She was putting paper scrubs on over her clothes and donning a mask and gloves, but it was all in a daze. She needed to see Steve, she needed to see him breathing, then she would be okay.

She was not okay.

Seeing Steve only made her collapse into a chair in tears. He looked so small in the hospital bed, wrapped in wires and tubes. But he was breathing. Robin collapsed onto the foot of his bed and bent over his shins while she sobbed and Jim stumbled into the wall by the door with a hand over his eyes as his shoulders shook with silent anguish. They knew he wasn't out of the woods yet, but he was breathing and he had to be okay.

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Alright that was part one, I'm working on the next half but wow that ended up being really long

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[kissitbttr]

how eddie and mean!cheerleader ‘s relationship started(sort of)

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eddie hates parties. he hates seeing bunch of horny kids’ sweaty bodies grinding up against each other, acting recklessly on the dance floor. the broken glasses spilling all over and not to mention, the sight of puke that’s making him nauseous. he fucking hates it.

and yet here he is, standing in the corner of a room with a red solo cup in his hand. slowly sipping his beer in disgust as he lets his eyes wanders around the crowd. if it wasn’t for steve and robin begging for him to go, he wouldn’t. he’d rather lounge around in his own sacred place, getting high and jacking off to some nude model from one of those centerfolds.

“munson!” he hears someone call out his name, seeing steve himself walking over to him with a big smile on his face. “why aren’t you having fun? come on man, this is supposed to be a party!”

“yeah not feeling it right now, thanks.” eddie rolls his eyes, “I don’t get how you like this shit. they’re basically going shitfaced every minute, doing beer chugs until one of them passes out and i saw one dude getting butt naked by the pool. and what the fuck is up with the drinks? this beer smells like gasoline.”

“it’s just people having fun” steve states, brows furrowing at eddie’s lack of excitement. “come on man, you deserve this! you killed all those demo bats at the upside down, you saved the day! you should be celebrating.”

“one, that was nearly a month ago. and two, that shit i went through, nearly buried me 6 feet under Harrington. and they took a huge chunk out of my guts to prove it. but thanks for the reminder” he rolls his eyes, chugging down the drink before throwing the cup away. “i’m gonna go and get freshen up.”

as he walks away, he hears steve saying something along like ‘don’t be a pussy and go get drunk, munson!’ making him smile while shaking his head. he’s definitely not getting wasted tonight. not in a place like this at least.

after 10 minutes of shoving a few bodies and trying to find the bathroom, he finally gets to breathe. cursing to himself due to the full packed house.

“jesus, can’t believe people enjoy this type of thing” he mutters, opening the bathroom door before kicking it close with his leg. “I’m definitely killing harrington and buckley tomorrow.”

eddie leans himself back against the sink, rummaging through the pocket of his denim vest trying to find the pre-rolled blunt he did. he sighs in relief when he realizes he hasn’t lost it. putting it between his lips and lighting it before inhaling the earthy smoke of the joint.

“so glad that i brought you” he breathes out, eyeing the blunt between his fingers with a smile.

this is heaven for him. being alone and away from stupid people. just smoking up a good quality of weed without anyone bothering him. the only thing missing is his music tapes and magazines to skim through. but at least he has the bathroom all for himself.

or at least, that’s what he thinks.

the door suddenly bursts open, making him startle as he chokes, coughing rather loudly. eddie quickly waves the smoke away with his hands—obviously it’s not doing anything— before sneaking the light back into his pocket before crouching down next to the toilet to put the weed out,

“don’t any of you ever learn how to knock?” he grumbles, mainly upset because he only took one hit of the blunt. as he dusts the ashes with the sleeve of his t shirt, he hears a chuckle from behind.

“at least you weren’t getting your dick sucked when i walked in.”

eddie quickly turns around, nearly knocking his head against the sink. and his heart almost falls completely down to his ass. it’s her. y/n y/l/n. standing before him with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face. wearing the shortest pink dress he has ever seen on a person. he looks up to her with eyes widen in shock.

he’s going to pass out.

“shit, s-sorry y/n. i thought you were someone else” he chuckles nervously, slowly standing up to face her. clutching the back of his neck,

scoffing, she closes the door behind her before locking it. moving to stand in front of the dirty mirror perched on the wall, pulling out a pink tube. “you thought i was an asshole with a penis?”

he laughs a bit, nodding. “yeah. wouldn’t end well if it were.”

“why?” she asks, puckering her lips to swipe the gloss across it.

he shrugs, “cause they’ll probably beat me till I’m unconscious. knowing that the freak of hawkins went to their party.” eddie keeps his eyes down, afraid that if he looks at her, he’d be stuttering like crazy

“those morons?” she points her manicured finger towards the door, eyes turning around to look at the long haired boy. “you don’t have to be scared of them you know? they have micro dicks for a brain. bet can’t even throw a good punch. you okay, though?”

eddie slowly tears his gaze away from the floor, eyes squinting in curiosity. why is the hottest girl in school trying to make a conversation with him? isn’t she dating one of jason’s goons? is this some sort of a sick prank so she can tell it to her boyfriend that he tries to make a move on her? millions of thoughts running through his mind and he can’t seem to think.

“uh sorry y/n, I don’t mean to be rude but why are you talking to me?” he stares at her, who keeps eyeing on him like a hawk, making it impossible for him to act like a normal person. he’s really trying.

she cocks an eyebrow. “am i not allowed to do that, eddie?”

dear fucking ozzy. she knows his name?!

“n-no! i mean yes! well not really. it’s just that-“ he cuts himself off by leaning a bit closer to her. “you’re dating one of jason’s friends aren’t you? if he found out that we’re talking, I’m screwed princess.”

“oh that” she rolls her eyes feeling disinterested, turning around before jumping herself up to sit on the sink. “we broke up.”

“really?” eddie’s eyes bug out hearing it. she lets out a ‘yup’ for confirmation. “sorry to hear that. what happened?”

“i found him fucking another girl in his car just last week.” she sighs, lips turning into a frown. “and as a revenge, i ruined his car with a crowbar”

she smiles proudly at him few seconds after, legs are swinging back and forth in happiness making his heart skips a beat. how does she looks so cute and hot at the same time while doing it? it doesn’t make any sense to him!

“no shit! you serious?” he laughs out loud, hands clapping as if he had just witnessed an amazing performance. “hands down, metal shit I’ve ever heard.”

“metal?” she tilts her head to the side,

“oh it just means crazy. . . what you did.” he replies, mentally slapping himself on the forehead for saying such thing. “pretty cool”

“metal, huh?” she grins, finding him to be looking a bit shy so damn cute. he’s probably feeling stupid after that thing he just said. but she doesn’t think that. she’s met more stupid men in her life. “that’s adorable. I’m putting that on the dictionary.”

he cannot believe what he’s hearing. did his super hot, long time cheerleader crush just call him adorable?? sure, she probably wasn’t actually complimenting him but it’s still the same thing right?

“so uh” he begins, clearing his throat, trying to ignore how red she makes his cheeks go. “why are you here and not out at there? not that I mind!”

“it’s getting way too stuffy out there.” she flips her hair back, tongue clicking against her teeth. “and the beer tastes like shit. it felt like i was downing a gasoline.”

“right” he agrees, pulling off a soft smile. remembering the exact thing he had described about it. “so fucking cheap too i bet. you’re telling me a guy who lives in a place like this couldn’t at least buy a decent drink.”

hearing that makes her giggle, sending butterflies straight to eddie’s stomach. proud of himself for making her laugh.

“very accurate” she responds, tapping her pink nails against the sink.

eddie learns that she likes to keep her focus on someone when she talks. and in this context, she keeps looking at him. wether it’s because she’s interested in what he is saying or that she wants him to keep up the conversation.

either way, he has no idea what to say. he blames it on the weed and that weird-ass beer he had earlier for making him feel like this.

or it could be just her, and that look she has going on. causing his cock to twitch a bit under his jeans.

“you do know that this isn’t the first time we talked, right?” he asks, crossing his arms as he stands before her, leaning himself back against the wall. “I don’t know if you remembered this but in soph-“

“ sophomore year. chemistry class. yeah you almost burned down the whole class with that experiment shit you had going on and i nursed your hand before it came out looking like freddy krueger.” she cuts him off, nodding in affirmation

“exactly” he bites his lip, trying to hide the grin at the fact she remembers at the memory. even his burnt finger. “and your ex almost killed me when he saw you holding my hand”

“oh god” she groans, hands going up to cover her face. “don’t remind me. he’s basically 99% jackass. i didn’t even know why i ever went out with him. he treated me like a fucking object.”

“then why did you?” he can’t help but ask, searching for an answer on her face.

sighing, her eyes going a little bit sad as her shoulders start to slump forward. hesitating to tell him the truth. he notices and quickly starts to apologize,

“i’m sorry I didn’t mean to pry. you don’t have to if you don't wanna.” he doesn’t like seeing her upset, especially because of him.

with a wave of her hand, she tells him it’s no big deal. “well.. i think” she begins with a sigh, trying to find the perfect words for it. “i needed someone to pay attention to me. . . I don’t care how they see me as to what, i just wanted it. i craved it. wether as a bed warmer or as someone they wanted to spend the rest of their life with. it’s pathetic i know.” a humorless laugh escapes her mouth,

eddie listens. he carefully listens to every single word she’s saying as he stares at her intently. deep down, he wants to tell her that he could be that person. to love and protect her

“but all of that, it’s because i don’t think i will ever be good enough for the kind of love that makes me feel safe and happy. so i take what i can get.” she’s embarrassed to admit that. because it’s the one thing that she has been hiding for a long time. refusing to let anyone see her weakness. even her friends,

and eddie’s heart just breaks at the last sentence. how could she ever think that? whoever broke her heart in the first place for making her feel like that deserves a special place in hell. it irks him for her to think that she’s not good enough for anyone, and how she’s willing to sacrifice her own happiness for someone completely heartless. who doesn’t even give a shit about her.

he shares the same mutual feeling when it comes to love. insecurity. perhaps even more than what she’s feeling. because who in this school actually wanted to care for a freak? he tries to cover all these feelings with a facade so that people won’t figure out how much they actually hurt him. but he doesn’t mind. he’s used to it by now.

“and i get it. it took a long while but i get it now. maybe it’s what i deserve. at least that’s what Brandon told me every time we had a fight. yet somehow, i kept crawling back to his ass”

now he really wants to smash her ex boyfriend in the face.

he looks at her quizzically, finding it hard to believe every word that comes out of her mouth.” that’s not true.” he replies, shaking his head in disagreement. “y/n, you don’t know how much of a good person you really are, do you?”

she frowns. “I don’t think so.”

“well, i beg to differ. you’re actually the coolest and most fun person I’ve ever known and I’m not just talking about what you did to your ex’s car.”

“really?” she softly asks, eyes hopeful,

he nods vigorously. “really.” eddie still could see that she’s doubtful so he continues, “i see how you look out for your friends. protecting them to the extend is truly something I’ve always admired about you. also you’re not afraid to use violence for that matter. because i remember perfectly what you did to a girl back in middle school which terrifies the fuck out of me to be honest. so remind me to never get on your bad side.”

with an eye roll, she kicks him lightly with her heel earning a small laugh from him. “i’m not violent.” she disagrees. clueless to why he thinks that

“oh yeah sure” he put his hands up with a sarcastic look, “also . . . you’re really really fucking gorgeous.”

y/n notices how he quickly looks down when he says it, almost like too shy to meet her eyes. toeing the floor with the heel of his shoe, something he does when he gets nervous. and how could he not? especially knowing for sure that her eyes remain stuck on his figure.

but he knows that being embarrassed is such a wasted emotion. so with that, he glances back at her. catching a smirk on her face while she’s chewing down her bottom lip, and he regrets it instantly.

“okay you know what, you need to stop looking at me like that, i can’t focus for shit.” he states, finger pointing at her in a playful way, not liking how easy it is for him to mold in front of her. but his eyes can't help to flicker down her lips every now and then.

“me?” she asks playfully, showing off a toothy grin as he sends her a look. “aw. you’re not so bad yourself, eddie. when you got on top of that table in the cafeteria, calling jason’s ass out and telling the rest of the basketball team to fuck off? gold.”

“I thought we’re only talking about you?” he jokes, “well, i live to please others. thank you.” he bows, hearing her giggle more at his cute self.

“no but seriously, you’re so handsome. you know that, right? and cute, funny, outspoken” she reaches out to twirl her finger around his soft curls, making him halt. “and you play guitar so well! are you and your band, the corroded coffin is it? do you guys still play?”

“w-wait” he blinks rapidly to make sure this isn’t a dream. “you remember?”

“of course i do. you performed at the talent show. singing one of your favorite song from that one metal band I forgot the name of.” she replies as a matter of factly, “i like your dimples, by the way.”

he gulps when she pokes his cheek, she doesn’t truly realize the effect she has on him. it’s driving him crazy. and how her finger slowly starts to trail down his washed denim vest, grazing against the ‘black sabbath’s enamel he has pinned on the top left breast.

“i uh” he responds in his neutral face—or at least trying— but fail miserably to hide the shy glint across his face. “i mean what i said y/n”

“about?”

“you, obviously.” he looks at her, finding the confidence in his voice. stepping a bit closer towards the girl.“you’re good enough. for everything and for anyone. especially for the kind of love that you’ve been longing for. please don’t let him or anyone at all tell you differently. you deserve everything good”

her heart begins to melt after hearing the genuineness laced in his tone. never once did she ever hear that coming from a guy’s mouth, even the guys she used to date. and to see eddie’s eyes looking deeply into hers as if he’s looking for some sort of certainty just makes her want to pull him in for a kiss.

it’s like he’s refusing to look away until she knows that she’s good enough.

“you mean that?” she hopefully asks, seeing him nod. “you’re so …. sweet, eddie.”

“yeah well i try” he laughs softly, shrugging his shoulders. “another thing, you’re crazy fucking sexy. the fact that you’re the only cheerleader who cut her skirt shorter than the rest just seems badass. but I’m not a pervert okay! i just happen to be observant. so obvious every time i see you perform.”

“oh my god” she throws her head back in laughter, trying not to let his words affect the rhythm of her heartbeat. when in reality, the moment he spoke to her, she has been trying to keep a subtle composure. “you thought of me then?”

the cute voice when she asked the question, nearly draws his knees down to the floor. he’s starting to love the comfort and safe space she gives him. something that he has been searching for in a while. a long while

“i think everyone in this school has. you’re like a walking dream. every single guy i know wants to be with you.” he blurts out, stepping closer towards her but just enough to leave a space between them. “can you do something for me, y/l/n?”

“ and what’s that?” she smiles graciously at him, crossing her legs together

“promise yourself that you won’t go back to him? promise yourself that you will no longer sacrifice your own happiness for anyone that ever does you wrong”

with that, she turns speechless. but for a good reason. she has only spent less than an hour with him and yet, he cares about her like he has known her forever. it seems like eddie genuinely cares about her, especially her feelings.

eddie wants nothing but the best for her and it makes her feel so. . . good and warm on the inside. now, she’s no mind reader, but something tells her that eddie munson is not a bad person. he’s not manipulative like 99% of the male population in school.

this is the man that the whole town painted as a satanic cult leader?

“oh eddie“ she inhales a sharp breath, lips pouting at how adorable he looks. do his eyes have always been that chocolate?“i promise.”

he puffs out a breathe of relief. “good. you deserve more than whatever that asshole could give you.” his fingers softly tucking a hair behind her ear, grazing his knuckles gently against her bare arm. “now, I think we’ve been cooped up in this bathroom far too long. let’s go back to the party shall we?”

he unlocks the door, ready to go back out there but not after he lets her leave first. because eddie doesn’t want to risk anyone catching the two of them being together.

“actually” he hears her say, jumping off the sink before looking up at him. eyes glinting with excitement. “wanna grab some eats? we can go to a diner and order some burgers and fries, perhaps some pretzels too. I’m not supposed to eat carbs till next week but I’m fucking starving.” she groans, her stomach grumbling,

“you asking me out or what, princess?” he asks cockily, arms crossed. seeing her intertwining her own hands while giving a small shrug,

“maybeee” she sings, giving him a subtle wink before reaching out to grab his hand. “come on, do you want to or not? scratch that, i know you do. this fucking party blows. so let’s go!”

he chuckles when she grips his hand—almost possessively—while guiding him out of the bathroom. then he stops after realizing what she’s doing. his eyes searching around to see if anyone sees them yet, making her turn to him with a confused look.

“what’s wrong?”

“people will notice,” he mumbles to her, “and jason wouldn’t like it if he saw this.” eddie gestures their interlock hands

“oh wow, look at how much i gave an actual fuck" she sasses in a monotone voice. "listen, i’ve kicked jason’s balls before, twice. i would kick some more of his friends’s if i have to. they can stare all they want.” her tone sounds threatening, but she does it only to let him know that no one is going to hurt him, “plus I’m starting to like you eddie. and you are not going anywhere from now on. that’s facts.”

he swears if god is really up there, he needs to thank him for creating an angel like herself. who’s willing to beat someone up for him. he’s never had that before. he doesn’t think even his friends are willing to do that.

and when she mentioned about her liking him? yeah, that’s enough for him to follow wherever she wants to take him. he just hopes that this thing between the two of them could turn into something good.

with a smile, eddie extends his other hand. “lead the way then, beautiful.”

-

i know this is too simple but I didn't want to overcomplicate it. hope you guys like it!

#eddie munson blurbs #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x mean!cheerleader #eddie munson smut #eddie things

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Lavender - Ch. 40

You, Joel and Ellie get to know Jackson just in time to leave it. A continuation of Lavender Ch. 1-39 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: None really! Whole fic is smutty and violent so Minors DNI, 18+ only. No use of Y/N.

Length: 7.1k

“There’s plenty of food here,” the woman who’d asked Joel’s name before - Maria - said. “Take as much as you want.” 

Joel and Ellie were both devouring what was already in front of them but your stomach was still in knots from watching the dog go after Ellie. It was like now that you knew you all were safe, your mind was finally processing all the terror of the past few hours. 

You still instinctively sat Ellie between you and Joel. You didn’t like that you weren’t sitting with your back to something. The room was too open, you felt too exposed to fully calm down. Instead, you looked around, taking it all in.  

Tommy’s arm was draped over the back of Maria’s chair and you caught his eye, quickly gesturing between the two and raising your eyebrows. He gave you one of his cocky smiles and a little nod and you smiled, giving him a little thumbs up. 

“It’s just been a while since we had a proper meal,” Joel said, glancing at Ellie as she practically went face first into he plate. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a proper meal,” she said. “This is fucking amazing.” 

“Ellie,” you raised your eyebrows at her. “Language.” 

“But,” she protested but you just gave her a look and she sighed. “Sorry.” 

“Thank you,” you said, taking another bite yourself. Ellie was right. It was fucking delicious. You looked to Maria, who looked plenty skeptical of you. “And thank you, for bringing us here and for your hospitality…” 

“And for taking our guns and scaring the shit out of old people in the woods…” Ellie muttered. 

“Gremlin,” you looked at her, brows raised. “Come on. I know you know better than that.” 

“I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot,” Joel said, glancing at you. 

“Kinda happens when someone starts off trying to kill you,” Ellie muttered. 

“Weren’t gonna kill you,” Tommy said quickly, looking hurriedly at you and Joel. “Just have to make sure we scare off the wrong kind…”

“Like little old people in the woods?” Ellie looked skeptical. 

“Ellie,” Joel looked at her and she rolled her eyes. His eyes met your own over her head as she leaned on the table and you just shrugged. 

“Sometimes a bad reputation can be a good thing,” Tommy said, looking at her in earnest. She didn’t seem to be buying it. 

“Sometimes,” Maria said, eyeing Joel. You frowned. 

“Maybe it would be good for us to take a minute just for family,” Joel said, inching closer to Ellie but looking at Tommy. 

“Well,” he looked a little sheepish. “Maria… She is family.” 

“Oh shit!” Ellie nodded. “Congrats!” 

“Good on you, Miller,” you smiled. 

Joel just sat there, staring at his brother. 

“Joel,” Ellie hissed, jerking her head toward Tommy. 

“Oh,” he coughed. “Congrats.” 

“Why don’t we do the tour,” Maria said more than asked. 

You followed her out into the town. You hung back, falling into step next to Tommy, Ellie sticking close to you. 

“I’m amazed you got someone to actually marry you,” you teased. He laughed. 

“I know, I’m surprised too,” he stuck his hands in his back pockets, watching his wife as she led the way through the town. “She’s amazin’. You’re gonna love her, I know you are…” 

“Well you always had excellent taste in women,” you said, trying to keep a straight face for as long as you could. Tommy laughed first and you had to cover your mouth to keep from being too loud. 

“Fuck, remember that one girl who I brought to your grad party?” He asked. “God, what was her name…” 

“Ashely?” You asked. “The one who got so drunk that she jumped off the diving board and into the pool in a white sundress? No bra? That one?” 

“That’s the one,” he laughed. “Jesus, what was I thinkin’… My taste got better as I got older, though…” 

“Guys,” Ellie said, pointing her head toward Maria and Joel, who had both stopped walking and looked back at you and Tommy. 

“Sorry,” you smiled sheepishly. Tommy just gave his wife a tight lipped smile. When they turned back around, the two of you looked at each other like you’d just been caught talking in class by the teacher and tried to not start laughing again. 

It was nice, realizing that - even though it had been years since you’d seen each other - it was easy to fall back into being friends again. 

“We started out here,” Maria was saying. “It was already a gated community so we built the wall out from there. Managed to scare off most raiding parties but we find them here and there…” 

“What about infected?” Ellie asked. 

“Yeah but out here it’s fish in a barrel,” Tommy said, looking at Joel, who’d fallen back a bit. “I found a variable power scope, I can headshot those fuckers from a half mile out…” 

“Oh shit, I wanna do that!” Ellie’s face lit up. 

“Absolutely not,” you cut her off. 

“Seriously Doc,” she groaned. “What’s the point of living through the end of the world if you can’t shoot shit in the head from half a mile away?”

“I’m absolutely positive we can come up with a better reason than that,” you replied. 

“Doubt it,” she said. 

“You’ve done a good job of keeping this place off the radar,” you said, looking around as people milled around the street. 

“Took a lot of work,” Maria said. “Location is helpful but we keep our mouths shut about what we have, don’t invite people in without careful consideration, stay off the radio…” 

Tommy looked down at his boots and Joel glared at him. You gave him a look and he just squared his jaw. You tried to not sigh. Leave it to Joel and Tommy to find each other again after years apart and almost immediately start picking fights. 

“So you’re the ones who are keeping the dam running I take it?” You asked. 

“That’s us,” she said. “Took a bit but we got it working a few years back. Now we have sewage, plumbing, water heaters, lights. All the comforts of home.” 

“And no fucking FEDRA,” Ellie looked up at a power line running overhead. You nudged her and raised your eyebrows. “What!” 

“Remember how I said I was going to start cracking down on your language one of these days?” You asked. She sighed. “Well today’s that day, Gremlin. Start dealing with it now.” 

“So dumb,” she muttered. You pulled her into your side for a small hug. 

“You’ll like it,” you said. “You’ll see.” 

“So you’re in charge then?” Ellie asked Maria. 

“Well no one’s in charge but I’m on the council,” she shrugged. “Democratically elected, serving 300 people. But we share everything, all the work, everything you see in town, the greenhouses and the livestock…” 

“Collective ownership,” Tommy smiled proudly. 

“So, communism?” Joel looked at him. 

“No,” he said quickly. 

“Yes,” Maria laughed. “This is a commune. We’re communists.” 

Tommy just stood, blinking for a second. Joel looked smug. You snorted. 

“Tommy the commie,” you teased. 

“No,” he looked at you, eyes wide. “Please no…” 

“Oh yes,” you said, laughing a little. 

“C’mon, don’t make me hate you,” he groaned. “Haven’t seen you in years…” 

“Oh I’m calling you that from now on,” you smirked. “God, so many possibilities…” 

“Swear to God, Kid,” he was trying to not laugh now, too. 

“How about I take the girls to get cleaned up,” Maria said, looking between you and Tommy and frowning. “The house across from ours?” 

“Hasn’t seen any work since ’03 but it has heat,” Tommy said. 

“I’ll take heat,” you replied. 

“You two catch up,” Maria said, looking pointedly at her husband before leading the way across town. 

She showed you to a house that you’d have died for in the before times let alone now. Wooden and two stories and charming, with a front porch you could picture wrapped in Christmas lights or with a chair Joel could play guitar from. 

“Pretty fu… freakin’ nice,” Ellie said when you went inside, nodding at the furniture and decor. 

“You go shower first,” you nodded up the stairs. 

“Sure you don’t want to?” Ellie asked. “Because you’re pretty gross. Like I can smell you from over here…” 

“Thank you so much,” you laughed. “Go shower and try not to use all the hot water.” 

You watched her bound up the stairs before you dropped your pack on the floor by the couch and flopped down on it. You hadn’t sat on something soft in weeks, it felt weirdly unstable. Like it was going to swallow you. 

“Sorry,” you said, realizing Maria was still standing. She was looking you over, like she was analyzing you. “I’m not trying to be rude, it’s just been a long few months on the road.” 

“I can imagine,” she said, going and taking the arm chair opposite you. “So why’d you come?” 

You frowned. 

“What do you mean?” You asked. 

“I mean,” she said. “Did you come here for my husband?” 

“What?” You laughed. She just looked at you. “I’m sorry, I think you definitely got the wrong impression…” 

“I don’t think so,” she shook her head a little. “I’ve known Tommy about a year and a half. Heard a lot about you and a lot about Joel. I know he asked you to come out here several times. I know your history. I just need to know if he’s the reason you’re here.” 

“No,” you replied, sitting up a little straighter. “No, I’m not here for Tommy. Not that way, anyway. I was traveling with Joel in this direction. He’s here for Tommy, I’m here with Ellie.” 

“And why is she here?” She asked. 

“She’s got family with the fireflies,” you said. “Trying to get her to them. She’s a student of mine, I didn’t want to let her travel alone…” 

“So you uprooted your life to look after a student,” she sounded suspicious. 

“She needed me more than the others did,” you shrugged. “And I didn’t have much life to uproot.” 

“You can understand why I’m skeptical,” she said. “My murderer brother-in-law shows up with my husband’s ex-girlfriend in tow…” 

“Murderer…” you shook your head a little. 

“Has Joel not told you about his history?” She asked, almost smug. 

“No,” you shook your head. “That I knew. I’m just shocked that Tommy didn’t tell you his.” 

“He was following Joel’s lead,” she replied. 

“I’m not talking about before the QZ,” you replied. “I’m talking about the reason Tommy came west in the first place.” 

She frowned so you pressed on. 

“He was a Firefly,” you said. “He helped set a bomb, in the QZ. Blew up a FEDRA building, killed more than three dozen people. Almost killed me. That’s why he left town. Joel made him leave after that, because Tommy was fine with some collateral damage until it almost got me killed. 

“Now, I love Tommy. As a friend,” you added the second part quickly when you saw Maria stiffen. “And I believe he’s a good person. But he’s done some awful things. So has Joel. But that doesn’t make him a bad person. 

“As far as the ex-girlfriend thing goes,” you continued. “We broke up years before he even came out here and we broke up because I was too hung up on Joel to fully commit to anything else. We stayed friends - we’ve always been friends - but it’s not like we were madly in love with each other or something. Believe me, you have nothing to worry about from me. I’m with Joel and I can promise you that Tommy never once looked at me the way he looks at you.” 

She considered you for a moment. 

“You said you’re a doctor?” She asked, other topic set aside. You relaxed a little. 

“I am,” you said. “But from the looks of your set up, you’ve probably got one of those.” 

“We have a nurse,” she said. “A dentist and a veterinarian. No doctor. We could use one.” 

“Well,” you shrugged with a small smile. “I think I’m in the market for a job. Or I will be, once we find Ellie’s people.” 

“Speaking of Ellie,” she said. “I’m going to go run and grab you both some clean clothes. If you want to go across the street, that’s our house. It’s a bit more comfortable.” 

You took her up on it, peering around inside at what life was like when it was lived here. 

It was almost disturbing in its familiarity. Like you’d stepped into something from the day the world ended except it wasn’t frozen like everything else was. It was lived in, maintained, loved. 

There was a chalkboard over the mantle, the names Kevin and Sarah on it. Your heart clenched for a moment. 

You forgot, sometimes, that Tommy lost Sarah, too. The two of them got on like a house on fire. Joel had been so young when Sarah was born that Tommy was just a kid himself. He was regularly at the house for dinner, always happy to take her for the night when you and Joel wanted some time alone. The two of them had inside jokes and favorite movies and stories that belonged to just them. 

And, unlike Joel, he hadn’t blocked her out. He lived with the pain of the loss of her instead of hiding her away. Of course he would have something of her in his home. You just hadn’t expected it. 

“Tommy said you knew her, too,” Maria said, making you jump. She stood beside you, looking up at the board. “That you were probably the closest thing she had to a mom.” 

For some reason, that’s what made you choke up as you fidgeted with the end of one of your braids. 

“Yeah,” you said, voice wet. “Her real mom was an idiot, she was the best kid. Just… she was incredible.” 

“Not her real mom if she wasn’t there,” Maria said. She put a hand on your shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “But it sounds like she had one.” 

You wiped your eyes on your dirty sleeves. 

“Sorry,” you said. 

“Tommy also said Joel doesn’t like to talk about her,” she said. “That must be hard for you.” 

“It is,” you sniffed and laughed a little. “Fuck, it really, really is. It doesn’t feel like she was mine to lose, not really, so I have to deal with it the way he does but fuck. It’s hard.” 

You looked back up at the small memorial. 

“Was Kevin your son?” You asked quietly. She just nodded. “I’m so sorry.” 

“Thank you,” she smiled tightly and then laughed a little. “You know, as much as I love it here and I’m so thankful for everything we’ve built… sometimes I resent it. Before this I could look at the world and think ‘well at least he didn’t have to survive this. Maybe it was better.’ But now I see what he could have had and…” 

She shook her head slightly. 

“Anyway,” she said. “I set some clothes out for you in the master bedroom across the way. I’ll have to go run and get you and Ellie some coats yet, I’m guessing you could use some new ones?” 

“Yeah,” you laughed a little. “These have been through a lot.” 

“I’ll be back,” she said. 

Ellie beat her over to the house, looking around cautiously, her hair down for a change. 

“Look at you!” You said. “All shiny and clean…” 

“Swear I had to scrape off an inch of dirt and shit,” she said. 

“Oh perfect,” you replied. “Sounds like I should give you a hug then, can’t have you be too clean…” 

“Oh ew!” She smiled a little, putting her hands up defensively. “Please don’t put your gross body all over me!” 

“Fine,” you sighed. “Since you asked so nicely….” She flopped on the couch. “How are you doing?” 

“Fine,” she shrugged. 

“You sure?” You asked, sitting on the edge of the couch beside her, trying to keep your dirty clothes from touching as much of the furniture as you could “Because you didn’t seem very OK earlier.” 

She shrugged. 

“Ellie.” 

“I just don’t have someone here,” she said. “You guys have Tommy, you all go way back. You’re family…” 

“Family can grow,” you shrugged. “That’s one of the cool things about it.” 

“I guess,” she muttered, crossing her arms over her stomach. 

“I’m going to go shower,” you said. “Will you be OK here on your own until Maria gets back?” 

“Don’t think I’m going to get eaten by infected,” she replied. 

“You know where to find me if you do,” you said. 

She laughed once and you left her alone with her thoughts. 

*** 

“Can’t believe how long it’s been,” Tommy said, swirling whiskey in a glass. Joel nodded, taking a sip from his own cup and raising his eyebrows in surprise. “Right? The fuck were we drinkin’ in the QZ?” 

“Shit,” Joel smiled a little. 

“Got that right,” Tommy laughed once. 

There was a bar here. A real live bar, one that reminded him of country bars he went to back in Texas, not one that reminded him of the shitty speakeasy that everyone in the QZ made do with. 

“Seems like you’ve got it made here,” Joel said, looking around. “Didn’t do too bad.” 

“Don’t I know it,” Tommy leaned on the bar, looking at him. “So you and Doc, huh?” 

“Yeah,” Joel said, glancing at him before taking another sip. “Me ’n Doc.” 

“Good for you,” Tommy said. Joel wondered if he meant it. “Surprised you’d haul her all the way out here, though… With a kid, too?” 

“Wasn’t by choice,” Joel said roughly. “Kid’s a job. Some Firefly family or something, I’m bringing her out to them. Doc’s her teacher. Was her teacher. Didn’t want her goin’ with just me.” 

“And you’re, what,” Tommy asked. “Just doin’ this to be a nice guy? Favor to Doc?” 

“There’s payment,” Joel shrugged. Tommy laughed darkly. 

“Course there is.” 

Joel’s jaw tightened for a moment. 

“Know where the Fireflies around here are?” He asked. “Hit some snags getting out of Boston. All I knew was west. Figured I’d find you, go from there.” 

“There’s a base at the University of Eastern Colorado,” Tommy said. “Bout a week out but it’s a fucked week, Joel. You don’t want to be goin’ that way…” 

“You come along and it’ll be easy,” Joel shrugged. “Get you some target practice, like hell you can hit an infected from half a mile out…” 

“I can’t go, Joel.” 

Joel’s jaw tensed again and he took another drink. 

“Your wife got you under her thumb already?” He asked. Tommy just glared at him. “She’s the one who kept you from getting a message to me, isn’t she? Just a goodbye would have fuckin’ done it, somethin’ to let me know you hadn’t fuckin’ dropped dead, gotten picked up by raiders, somethin’…”

“You’re the one who wanted me out of the QZ to begin with. And there are rules that come with being here, Joel,” he sighed. “There have to be or here wouldn’t fuckin’ exist…” 

“Rules that keep out the wrong kind, right?” Joel snapped. “People like me?” He could feel it, the heat of anger but also shame. He knew he’d done terrible things. Things he was far from proud of. But he’d never try to keep Tommy out of a place like this. 

“Look,” Tommy sighed. “I don’t judge you for what you did…” 

“That’s fuckin’ good since you did those things too,” Joel snapped. 

“Not things,” Tommy said. “People. We killed people who didn’t deserve it, Joel…” 

“Fuckin’ rich comin’ from you,” Joel snapped. “Blowin’ up a fuckin’ building, almost takin’ her out with it…” 

“And I have to live with that for the rest of my life,” Tommy cut him off. 

“Do you know what we went through to find you?” Joel snapped, putting his glass down with too much force.

“I’m gonna be a dad,” Tommy said quickly. Joel’s eyes went wide for a moment. “Maria’s a few months along… I’ve always wanted to be a dad. I think I’ll make a good one.” 

“We’ll see,” Joel said. 

“What, no ‘congratulations’?” Tommy asked bluntly. “No ‘I’m happy for you,’ nothing?” 

“I’ll be happy for you when you can prove that you’ll be there for your fuckin’ kid,” Joel snapped. 

“You think I wasn’t there for your kid?” Tommy asked. Joel stiffened. 

“Don’t,” he growled. 

“Don’t pretend like I didn’t help raise Sarah,” Tommy took another drink. “Don’t act like…” 

“Fuck you, Tommy,” Joel snapped. “We’ll get out of here first thing tomorrow.” 

He stalked out of the bar, the street filled with people, gathered around a Christmas tree. A fucking Christmas tree. Hadn’t seen shit like that in decades. 

The last Christmas he remembered as being fucking Christmas had been with you and Sarah. You’d flown down for it. They’d saved you some ornaments to hang on the tree so you got to decorate. Sarah had been obsessed with gel pens that year and you’d gotten her a set of pens and special paper that supposedly made them pop more. Joel had gotten her a new Walkman and some CDs. She’d been thrilled. 

She’d have loved it here… 

His chest got tight again, making it hard to breathe. He found something to help him stay standing, tried to be out of the way, make sure he wasn’t vulnerable to threats. Not that he needed to worry about threats in a place like this but the instinct was strong and he tried to remember what you did to help him through it and he felt like he was fucking dying… 

He couldn’t take you and Ellie south like this. He couldn’t do it. One moment like this at the wrong time and he’d get you killed, he’d get you all killed. 

He walked around town for a bit once he managed to calm back down, just looking at the place, trying to get his mind right. He couldn’t take you. He’d fail you and he’d fail her and you’d be the ones paying for it, paying for all the ways he found to fuck up and keep fucking up. 

He eventually made it to some gathering place in town, one where it seemed people were concentrating. He ducked in, looking for you. 

Joel found you quickly. You were wearing different clothes, your jeans fitting you almost disturbingly well for jeans that hadn’t been yours until this afternoon. Fuck you looked good, your hair loose, laughing with Tommy. Tommy, his fucking brother who’d been in your bed when Joel couldn’t get his shit together for it. You grabbed his shoulder, laughing so hard at something you were almost falling over with it, Tommy laughing too. His stomach knotted. He didn’t want to fucking look at this anymore. 

He found an empty store front not far away and paced. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t fucking do this. Couldn’t take you and Ellie out into the wild to get you killed, put you in a position where you had to stab another man, where Ellie had to shoot another man, where… 

“Been lookin’ for you,” Tommy’s voice snapped him out of his own head. He stuck his hands in his pockets, looking at the ground. “I’m… I’m sorry. About before. I know… I know how you feel…” 

“I’m sorry, too,” Joel said, looking at him. Tommy nodded for a moment. 

Joel crossed his arms, looking past him to the Christmas lights outside. 

“This trip,” he said. “Down to the university. It a suicide mission?” 

“No,” Tommy frowned. “Everyone we’ve sent down’s come back.” 

Joel nodded slowly. 

“What is this?” Tommy asked. “Why do you need to get them down there? She’s on Doc like fuckin’ glue, forget her family, just stay here…” 

“She’s immune,” Joel looked at him. Tommy just stared at him. “Ellie. She’s immune. She got infected, didn’t get sick. She got bit before we even left Boston, saw her get bit a second time. It’s been months, Tommy. Months. She’s not turning…” 

“How the fuck did you end up with an immune kid?” He sank onto the chair beside him. 

“Fuckin’ Marlene,” Joel laughed once, darkly. “She hired me and Tess to get Doc and Ellie to some Fireflies in Boston but it went to shit, the whole thing went to shit. The Fireflies were all dead, Tess… Tess got bit. Doc was bound and fuckin’ determined to get her here, said she’d do it herself and I couldn’t… she’d have gotten them both killed, I had to go but…” 

Joel tried to swallow past the tightness in his throat. 

“Tommy… all I’ve done is fail them,” he could feel the tears coming and he couldn’t bring himself to care. “I was too slow and too deaf and too fuckin’ stupid in Kansas City. Ellie had to shoot some kid who was tryin’ to kill me there. Doc killed a man I let get to her there… all the years I spent tryin’ to protect her, to keep her from havin’ to do shit like that and I couldn’t even do that much anymore. 

“Then today, with the dog, I… I froze,” he was crying now, couldn’t make himself stop. “All I could think of was ways to get them both killed and so I just stood there thinking it was going to destroy her and I couldn’t do anything about it. I’m having panic attacks now, Tommy. She has to pull me back from ‘em but the whole time it feels like I’m dyin’ and I can’t do anything, there could be an infected right in front me, right there rippin’ them apart and I couldn’t do a damn thing for ‘em….” 

“Joel,” Tommy said softly. 

“I can’t get them killed, Tommy,” he was pleading with him, ready to beg if he had to. “I can’t live with that, you know I can’t survive that. I can’t lose them, I can’t, I can’t fail that way, not again. It’ll kill me, it’ll fuckin’ kill me…” 

“What are you asking me to do, Joel?” 

“I’m askin’ you to take ‘em,” he said. The second he said it, it was like a weight was lifted. “Please. You’re young, your healthy, you’ll make it back, you’ll bring them back, it has to be you…” 

“Joel,” he said again, starting to shake his head. 

“Think about what it means,” he said, voice thick and wet. “What Ellie means for your kid. What they could have if we can just get Ellie and Doc that far….” 

He sighed. 

“You can’t tell anyone,” Joel said. “Not even Maria, it’s too big a risk. Anyone sees the bites on her, knows what she is, they’ll kill her. Tommy, I’m begging you. I will never ask you for another thing, never. Just protect them, get them there…” 

“I’ll take them,” Tommy said, his eyes finally meeting Joel’s. “I’ll take them.” 

Joel walked slowly back to the house, looking up at the stars. Stars that Ellie wanted to visit. He laughed at that. It was a big dream for a kid before. Now? But it suited her. Impossible girl with impossible immunity wanting to do impossible things.

The house was quiet when he got there, a light on upstairs. He frowned and followed it. He thought the two of you would still be with the rest of the town… 

Ellie was there, sitting in the window box, reading a diary. Sarah’d had one like that once. She locked it religiously. Joel always had to fight the temptation to read it but he never did. 

“So this is what life was like before?” She asked, not looking up from the pages. “Worrying about stupid shit like clothes and boys?” 

He shoved his hands in his pockets. 

“Look…” 

“You know,” she closed the diary and looked at him. “I thought you might ditch me. I didn’t think you’d try to ditch her…” 

Joel frowned. 

“What’d you hear?” 

“Heard you begging to not be the one to go with us,” she stuck her chin out, defiant. “Didn’t think we were quite that shitty to be around…” 

“It’s for your own good,” Joel said. 

“Bullshit,” she snapped. 

“No,” Joel snapped back. “No, it ain’t. Tommy is younger than me, he knows the region…” 

“So you just don’t give a shit about me,” she said.

“Of course I do,” the weight was coming back to Joel’s chest. This isn’t what he wanted, either. He didn’t want her to think he didn’t care… 

“I’m not Sarah,” she said. 

He froze, staring at her as she stepped closer to him. 

“Who…” 

“Maria told me,” she said. “And I’m really sorry about your daughter, losing someone… It’s hard, I understand…” 

“You don’t understand a goddamn thing,” he snapped, his hands clenching into fists, digging his nails into his palm. The anger - at himself for putting her in this position to begin with, at her for even dreaming that she understood what this would be like - built in him. “You have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about…” 

“I’ve lost fucking everyone!” She yelled. “Everyone! Everyone who ever was there for me because they chose it, because they loved me? They’re all fucking gone! Everybody fucking except for you!” 

She threw her small body against his chest and he absorbed the blow. He almost wished it hurt. Physical pain would be good, right now. 

“Don’t act like someone I don’t know is going to be better because they’re not!” She looked so hurt, so scared it made his heart ache. “I’d just be scared the whole fucking time because they’re not you! You got us this far, Joel! Don’t…” 

“You’re right,” he cut her off. “You’re not my daughter. And I sure as hell ain’t your dad. And Tommy is takin’ you in the morning.” 

He turned to leave before she made him wish he was going with you both even more, wanting some distance, wanting… something. He wasn’t sure what. 

What he got was you, standing in the hall, staring at him. 

“I can’t believe you,” you breathed. “I can’t fucking believe you.” 

***

You’d been so absorbed in talking with Tommy and Maria at the back of the community hall that you hadn’t noticed Ellie get up and leave, Tommy leaving for a while himself to look for Joel. You didn’t notice she was gone until the end of the movie, when you went to find her to go back to the house. 

“She said she was going home,” the kid sitting next to her shrugged. 

You must have looked as worried as you felt because Maria put a kind hand on your shoulder. 

“She’s perfectly safe here,” she assured you. “I’m sure she’s fine.” 

“Right,” you nodded. “You’re right. I’m just not used to being away from her is all. It’s weird.” 

“I’m sure it is,” Maria said. “You’ve been through a lot out there…” 

“It’s not that bad outside,” Tommy said, his hands in his pockets. You frowned at him. “I mean, for a little while…” 

“Sure,” Maria laughed. “That’s why we live here, because out there is just fine…” 

The walk back was pleasant, the three of you casually strolling. You liked Maria, you learned. She warmed up to you quite a bit after your first conversation, apparently now convinced that you weren’t there to take her husband away. 

She was clearly very smart, excited about becoming a mom. She told you she’d been a district attorney before and you laughed. 

“Those Miller men,” you shook your head. “They aim high.” 

“Do they ever,” she laughed back. 

Tommy was absolutely crazy about her. The two of you found a few minutes to catch up without anyone else there, Tommy perched on the fence around the horse paddock. You climbed up beside him. 

You caught up on life a little bit. You told him you knew about the bomb in the QZ. He winced at that. 

“Yeah, that’s one of those things I regret most,” he shook his head. “At the time, I justified it. Thought some death was worth the cost in a war. I should have figured it out at the time that the answer to FEDRA’s shit wasn’t killing random people. I wish I’d never done it. But I can’t change it, you know? I just have to try to live with it.” 

You nodded slowly. 

“Sorry I damn near got you killed,” he elbowed you playfully. 

“Gee thanks,” you laughed, watching as a horse trotted around the pen. 

“Hey, um,” he looked at you. “I hope this ain’t weird but… I wanted to tell you that I get it now.” 

“Get what?” You frowned. 

“What you said about Joel before,” he said. “How you didn’t think you could ever love anyone else? Didn’t make a damn bit of sense to me then. I get it now. I don’t think I could love someone else if I tried for fuckin’ years, not like I love her and…” 

“Good,” you smiled at him when he faded off. “That’s how it’s supposed to work. I’m happy for you.” 

“I’m happy for you, too,” he smiled back. “You two were always great together. Now we just have to keep him from being a fucking dumbass again…” 

You laughed a little at that. 

It was nice to be somewhere that felt like you could have friends again. 

“Oh, here’s one!” You said as the three of you got close to your houses. “Tommy loved Pretty Pretty Princess…” 

“I did not,” He cut you off. “Absolutely not…” 

“So when Sarah was 10 she was still in her princess phase for a chunk of that year,” you said. “And Uncle Tommy here was the best opponent in Pretty Pretty Princess…” 

“Nope,” he tried to talk over you but you ignored him. 

“He’d wear the crown…” He tried to cover your mouth but you dodged it. “And the clip on earrings…” 

“So what I’m hearing you say is keep an eye out for Pretty Pretty Princess,” Maria smiled. 

“Yes,” you smiled. “Exactly.” 

You heard raised voices from the second story of the house where you were staying. You frowned. 

“Should probably go check on that,” Tommy said, eyebrows drawn together. 

You frowned. 

“What do you know?” You asked. Maria frowned, too. 

“Better for you to talk to Joel,” he said. “Maria…” 

She gave you a look before following her husband inside. 

You went inside your house, heading upstairs, Joel and Ellie clearly mad about something. You couldn’t make out what they were saying until you were on the second floor. 

“Don’t act like someone I don’t know is going to be better because they’re not!” Ellie yelled. “I’d just be scared the whole fucking time because they’re not you! You got us this far, Joel! Don’t…” 

“You’re right,” he cut her off. “You’re not my daughter. And I sure as hell ain’t your dad. And Tommy is takin’ you in the morning.” 

He was leaving you. 

He promised he’d never leave and he was leaving you. 

There was a knot in your throat when he opened the door to Ellie’s room. He froze when he saw you there.

“I can’t believe you,” you breathed. “I can’t fucking believe you.” 

You took off down the stairs before he had a chance to argue. 

“Baby,” he called after you. You ignored him, beelining for the back door of the house. He caught up with you quickly. “Just… wait…” 

“Why?” You snapped. “So you can tell me how you’re going to leave me again? Just like you promised you’d never do…” 

“Not leavin’ you,” he shook his head, his eyes wide and pleading. “Baby, never leaving you…” 

“Really?” You said. “Because it sure sounds like you are!” 

“Stay with me,” he said. You laughed once. 

“You’re fucking kidding me,” you shook your head. 

“Baby…” 

“You’re serious,” you walked to the edge of the yard and put your hands on your hips, staring up at the sky for a moment. before you stalked back. “I’m not leaving that girl, Joel. I’m not.” 

“What if the Fireflies decide they’re not lettin’ you go?” He asked. “What then?” 

“What if they decide that with Ellie and I’m not there?” You snapped. “What if they don’t do their jobs right and put her at risk? What then?” 

“I don’t…” 

“I’m going with her,” you said. “Do not try to talk me out of it, Joel, or I swear to God…” 

“Are you goin’ because Tommy’s takin’ you?” He demanded. 

“What?” You gaped at him. “What the fuck does that mean?” 

“Means you were with him,” he said. “Fucked him…” 

“Oh, fuck you,” you snapped, getting in his face. “You don’t get to use what I was doing eight years ago to deal with the fact that you hated me against me, especially not when you spent that whole time with someone else…” 

“Sure seemed to be havin’ fun with ‘em today,” his voice was getting heated. 

“Yeah,” you shook your head. “Because he’s my fucking friend, Joel. Maybe you should find one you’re not sleeping with or related to, find out what it’s like. Do that while you’re leaving me fucking again…” 

“I’m not leaving you,” he grabbed you, almost roughly, one hand on your arm, the other at the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. He pulled you against his body, holding you tightly to him. “I’ll be here, waitin’ for you to come back. I’ll just get you killed out there, Baby, I’ll just get you hurt or killed and…” 

“Call it whatever you want, Joel,” you snapped, going back towards the house. “I’m going.” 

You took the stairs faster than you should have, your toes almost catching on two steps. You knocked once on Ellie’s door. 

“Fuck off, Joel,” she sniffed. 

“It’s me.” 

She didn’t say anything so you just let yourself in. She was curled up in a small ball on the bed, the room dark. 

“You here to ditch me, too?” She sniffed. 

“No,” you said, pulling off your jacket and stepping out of your boots. “Scoot over.” 

She obliged and you crawled into bed beside her, curling your body around hers. She snuggled back into you. 

“I can’t believe he just doesn’t give a shit,” she sniffed. “I really thought…” 

“He cares,” you said, holding her close. “He’s just… bad at showing it sometimes.” 

She sniffed and nodded. You stroked her hair gently and you were about to fall asleep when she spoke again. 

“Your friend from college,” she said quietly. “The one with the daughter who you took to the Space Center and to ride rollercoasters… That was Joel, wasn’t it.” 

“Yeah,” you said softly. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She shifted to look over her shoulder at you. 

“Because she wasn’t mine to share with you,” you said quietly. “But I wanted to.” 

She was quiet again for a bit. 

“You’re not leaving me?” She asked, voice groggy. 

“Never,” you said. 

“Not just because you have to?” She asked. 

“Never had to,” you kissed the crown of her head. “Just love you.” 

She pressed back into you more and fell asleep, her small body warm on yours. 

You didn’t get much sleep yourself, too busy worrying about Joel. He wasn’t going to do well while you and Ellie were gone, you could feel it. And with Tommy gone, too, he’d have no one. In a new place, trying to fall into a new way of life. It was going to be a disaster. 

You got up before Ellie, making sure your bag was good to go. You set aside most of the medications, leaving them behind for the town, taking only your birth control, a small supply of antibiotics plus the euth kits, just in case. You got Ellie’s bag as packed as you could before you woke her. Her eyes were still wet. 

“Come on, Gremlin,” you said, brushing her hair back. “We’ll be OK.” 

You peered into the master bedroom on your way downstairs to meet Tommy but it was empty, bed not slept in.

Tommy knocked softly on the front door and you opened it wordlessly, the three of you making your way in silence to the stables. You were trying to remember a pun you didn’t think Ellie had said yet when you almost walked into Joel as he paced. 

“The fuck are you doing here?” Ellie glared defiantly up at him. 

“I came to say goodbye,” he said, looking between the two of you. 

“Bye,” Ellie snapped, ducking around him. 

“Wait,” he said. She obeyed, turning to face him. He looked between you, Ellie and Tommy for a moment. “I… I still think Tommy is the safest option but… If you both want me to take you…” 

“Doesn’t matter if he’s safer,” Ellie said. “Right Doc?” 

“She’s right,” you smiled a little. “It doesn’t. Sorry, Tommy.” 

“’S alright,” he smiled a little, too. 

“There are some ground rules,” Joel said. 

“Of course there are,” Ellie rolled her eyes and looked at you, almost saying ‘can you believe this guy?’ 

“Somethin’ happens, I freeze or…” he trailed off. “You leave me and get the fuck out, understand?” 

“Joel,” you frowned. “We’re not…” 

“That’s the deal,” he said. “I��m gettin’ you two back alive. That’s the only way we’re doin’ this. That’s the rule. If I’m going to hold you back or get you hurt, you leave me. Understood?” 

“Whatever you say old man,” Ellie handed him her backpack. “Let’s go, we’ve got ground to cover.” 

Joel turned to you, his face soft and open. 

“Baby…” he said. “I’m so sorry…” 

“It’s OK,” you reached up and cupped his cheek, scratching through his graying beard gently. “I get it, it’s OK.” 

He kissed the inside of your wrist. 

Ellie wanted to start the ride with Joel and you didn’t blame her, Tommy joining the three of you on the first part of the trip out of town. 

“Just go southeast,” Tommy said. “You’ll hit 25. It’s right off the interstate, can’t miss it.” 

Joel just nodded. You smiled at him. 

“It was good to see you again, Tommy,” you said. 

“You too,” he smiled back. “Take care of yourselves, OK? There’s a house waitin’ here for you when you’re back. If you want it.” 

Joel looked over at you and smiled a little. 

“We’re countin’ on it.” 

A/N: And they're on the road! I think we all know what's on the way next...

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Spotless: Mordent

Chapter Eighteen

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Sam, Billie

Word Count: 2880ish

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, this turned into more of a brother chapter than I originally intended, talk of tattoos and body mods, unbeta'd

Series Masterlist

Dean walked out of the studio with a cassette recording of their album, a CD and a thumb drive. He always asked for it to be playable in the impala and Ash always came through. The other options were for Bobby and Sam, respectively. Sam would send the files to everyone else. It was finished, set to be released while they were on tour, with the label’s stamp of approval and all. ‘Waysides and Regrets’ was thirteen songs packed with everything they could pour into them.

"Don’t call it a comeback,” Dean muttered to himself as he slipped into the driver’s seat and popped the cassette into the deck. The opening to Rupture ripped through the speakers and Dean cackled at hearing it like a civilian. He drummed along with Pam on the steering wheel as he turned out of the parking lot, saluting the guard at the gate as he went. 

He listened to it all before going back home. Rupture bled into Pushing Through which mellowed out to the subdued Brothers Keeper. Then they cranked it back up with Route 666, which slid into the angsty Prophet and Loss that showcased just why Kevin was Cas’ replacement (musically at least). Beyond the Mat and Goodbye Stranger were two sides of the same coin, introspective but in different tones, soulful and combative respectively. Then there was the first single, Annie’s duet, Baby, which Dean unabashedly wrote about his car, but as if she were real and he could thank her and praise her for everything she meant to him. He sang out loud with every word of that song as he cruised faceless side streets letting the music wash over him. 

Everybody Loves A Clown, Except Sam was supposed to be a joke track, but they got carried away with it and it actually was one of the funnest songs to play for Dean, and Kevin going full calliope for the chorus was totally worth it.  Gods and Monsters was fueled by Dean’s inner rage and where his anger came from, also known as John Winchester and his own self worth issues. Missouri had a field day when he sent her those lyrics. Then there was Lee’s track which Dean helped merely tweak some lines, Give Me My Axe: An Executioner’s Song. It was even better with the windows down and the road disappearing beneath his tires. The final track was an anthem, not quite what the kids would call a banger, but celebratory enough to be the potential second single from the album. It’s about the weekend Dean finally came up for air, when Sam holed him up at Bobby’s cabin in Tahoe and they had his come-to-Jesus intervention thing. It’s about letting go and letting your people catch you, aptly named Weekend at Bobby’s. It turned out better than Dean could have hoped.

He turned into the canyon when the bonus tracks started, knowing the album was drawing to a close and wanting Sam to hear it before he got too emotional about it. The house was quiet when he walked in, the coffee still in the pot, but Sam’s rinsed-out smoothie blender upside down in the sink. Dean found Sam outside, despite the cooler air, going through his yoga routine. 

Dean teased Sam about a lot of things, but it held little venom with the things that brought Sam well-being. 

“Hey, mop-head, got the album when you’re ready,” Dean called from the doors off the kitchen.

Sam exhaled and smiled, eyes closed in concentration. Dean didn’t know how he did it, but he understood sometimes other senses just get in the way of an experience, almost like they try to crowd it or consume it because it’s not about them.

“Gimme like ten minutes,” Sam replied and shifted into mountain pose. 

“Fair enough.”

Dean left the thumb drive on the counter and made his way into the living room. They had speakers in their jam room, but Dean hadn’t eaten and lunch was sounding better by the second. So he popped the CD into the stereo and paused it with one of the many remotes they’d accumulated through years of technological upgrades. Sam had an app on his phone for half of it, but Dean still favored physically punching buttons to get what he wanted done.

He made his way back into the kitchen and started pulling things out for BLTs. Sam had some tofu-bacon in the drawer and he fried that up too, and if a little of the real grease got on it, it was too bad for Sam. He grabbed a couple of bags of chips from the pantry and then some leftover fruit salad from the fridge to even them out. Life was about balance after all, and having a health nut for a brother and roommate Dean had learned to pick his battles. 

“Hey, that smells amazing,” Sam broke through Dean’s little self-congratulation.

“Yeah, mine does, yours smells like a nursing home cafeteria—- You ready?” Dean asked, holding up the remote with one hand while popping a chip into his mouth with the other.

“Hit it,” Sam agreed, sitting at the counter as Dean slapped his sandwich down in front of him.

They ate and listened, commenting here and there. Sam helped Dean clean up the kitchen and they both gravitated to the couch to finish listening. Dean took out a bowl he kept in an end table and packed it, smoking casually as Sam took in each song, each transition. 

It was one moment, but it was also a hundred others in the years before it. Brothers sitting in comfortable quiet as music spoke to them instead of one another. They were thirteen and nine and Dad had brought home a signed Lyle Lovett album for them to ingest. While neither of them were yet prone to country, it shifted their ideas of just what good music was. They were fifteen and eleven and done enough chores for a trip to Record Town in North Platte where they each got a tape apiece. Dean got Jar of Flies by Alice in Chains while he convinced Sam to get The Downward Spiral by Nine Inch Nails instead of Tori Amos’ Under the Pink. They read every line of production details and lyrics on the pamphlets tucked into the plastic cases. 

Sam came home to find Dean back for the weekend. It was early ‘98 and it felt like everything had turned horrifyingly pop focused. The Prodigy’s Fat of the Land was playing on the boombox Dean had dragged out of Sam’s room as his big brother cleaned the kitchen back to his standards and not Kate’s livable level of clutter. They were waiting to hear if they had a brother or a sister. The only thing said between them was Dean reassuring Sam that he put his Celine Dion CD back in its case. 

They sat in Lee’s dorm room, stoned and drunk, watching as his roommate's computer uploaded their album. It felt like it would take forever, but it was also insane to think that people all over the world could listen to their music. It was full of possibility, but it was also just two brothers and their friends in their habitat, existing together.

“Dude— did you autotune me?!” Sam gaped, chuckling self consciously while listening to his line of the acoustic track of Brothers Keeper.

“Barely. Like nobody’s gonna notice, they’ll be too busy balling their eyes out,” Dean reassured.

“Yeah, like you, huh?”

“Shut up.”

Sam laughed, but let his embarrassment go; the nervous bastard always hated singing which was why he wasn’t as good at it. 

The album reached its end and they started talking about ideas for the tour, things to write down and beg Charlie for like lighting designs or album specific imagery when they hop back into their older stuff. It was almost four when Dean finally got over to Bobby’s with the CD, but he didn't stay for another listen. He let Annie have her moment with Bobby gushing, as much as the geezer could or would gush.

On the way home, you called him squealing with excitement.

“You listen to it already?”

“No! I just got the files from Sam. I guess I shouldn’t have called until I heard it all, huh?”

Dean chuckled. “Maybe. Or maybe you’ll hate it and never want to talk to me again.”

“Ha-ha. But no, seriously, I’m so excited. I’m going to blast it as I meal prep. Do you want my review long hand or can I just call you back and talk your ear off?”

“Whatever you’re willing to give me,” Dean tried for playful.

“Dangerous, Winchester. Okay, well I have like ten more things I have to do now that we have a single. But I’ll be in touch.”

“Sounds good— and thanks.”

“No— thank you.”

Dean hung up and let the fear roll in. You were going to hear it all. Everything he had been through and everything you had helped him overcome. He only hoped you wouldn’t be upset by making a cameo on something so public. Or embarrassed by the way he still needed you. 

Dean promised he’d be on his best behavior. Part of that was putting out fires for the band, to try and help make your job easier. So after the shake up from Kevin and Cas, he called Billie and apologized for his bandmates’ (both past and present) disrespect. She told him he could make it up to her. But there was no way Dean was going under the needle again, last time he even looked at one he almost threw up. But, it just so happened he knew someone who was in the market for some art. 

Unfortunately, that meant Dean would have to tag along.

Billie’s studio was modern and bright, with different colored walls contrasting the silver accents, both mirrors and shelving. From the outside, Reaping Ink was a small sign on a battered street, but inside it felt like walking into an art gallery and not someplace that had hard sharps containers and enough first aid equipment to stock an ambulance on hand.

And the furniture was always so damn comfortable.

The last time Dean had been here was for a memorial tattoo for Jo that you got on your right shoulder. He nearly broke your hand holding it as he tried and failed not to watch your skin be pierced continuously. It was a beautiful tattoo, everything Billie did was masterful. It just wasn’t something Dean wanted to sit through again.

Luckily for everyone, Bela didn’t need Dean to hold her hand. But she did need him as in with Billie, who usually booked appointments six-to-eight months out. 

“Hello, Dean,” Billie’s dark voice called once they walked in, she stood so still and so silently, he hadn’t even noticed her among the cacophony of color in the waiting area.

“Heya Billie, this is Bela,” Dean guided Bela with a hand on the small of her back, the way Billie’s dark eyes clocked the motion made Dean want to step back. Like a nun catching you standing too close to your crush in the hallway. Dean never went to Catholic school, but that feeling of getting caught, of doing wrong was universal.

“Pleasure,” Bela smiled at the artist, while Billie just nodded.

“I have a couple versions for you to pick from, I think I got the gist of what we talked about, but I wanted to be sure on sizing and layout. So come on back and we’ll get started,” Billie went straight into business mode. No whining about Cas’ impulsiveness or speculating on Dean and Bela’s relationship. At least verbally, her eyes held a very different story.

She had three different stencils already cropped and laid out for Bela to see as Bela rucked up her top and rolled down her leggings. It wasn’t a tramp stamp, she was insistent on that, but it was on the back of her right hip, something she could glance at or hold if she needed to. The way she talked about the position of the tattoo, made it seem just as important as the content or the coloring of it.

“Dean?” Bela’s voice drew Dean out of his thoughts.

“Hmm?” 

“Can you take pictures with my phone? Before, during, and after?” Bela handed him her unlocked iphone and he turned it around to focus on her nearly bare back. He took a few shots and gave it back. 

“You’ll want that to distract you, trust me,” Dean assured.

Bela rolled her eyes. “Isn’t that what you’re here for?”

Dean went green. “As long as I don’t have to watch.”

“Really?!” Bela exclaimed and looked over to Billie for confirmation.

“Mmm-hmm, boys one of the worst I’ve seen around needles. No wonder he doesn’t even have his ears pierced.”

“I guess I never noticed—- wouldn’t have thought. Poor thing,” Bela sighed as she settled on her stomach on one of Billie’s many specialty beds. 

“Can we not? I mean, I’m here ain't I?” Dean huffed and pulled out his own phone. You still hadn’t texted him what you thought about the album, but he also knew you were busy, so he didn’t want to rush you or look too desperate.

He felt Bela and Billie have a silent conversation as he pulled up his sudoku app, but ignored them as Billie got the stencil in place, only getting up to snap another picture. Then, they were off. Bela and Billie making small talk about the design, which Dean knew Bela had put a lot of thought into, especially since it would officially tarnish her good girl image. Even in this day and age, most of her fans were in their fifties. A tattoo could rattle the masses. But getting one with Dean seemed like a good compromise of their images.

He was rubbing off on her, so to speak. Well, he hadn’t done that literally since his talk with Sam, but you know.

They sat for an hour and a half and took a break, Dean went to get food and coffee, which he left in the lobby so as not to infringe on Billie’s strict rules. Dean took a couple more pictures and some stupid selfies for Bela to find later. The shop was closed to the public and since Billie’s latest playlist had started over, Dean asked if he could hook up to the bluetooth. 

Billie looked at him appraisingly as it became clear that he was playing his own music during his girlfriend’s appointment. 

“What?”

“You’re either looking for my approval or you’re buttering me up by letting me hear this first. Which is it?” Billie manhandled Bela back into position to get going on the shading.

“I don’t know, man. Both?”

Billie hummed, but didn’t reply.

Dean walked around the studio, looking at the different sets of flash and paintings that covered the walls. He flinched away from the spinning display of rods, tapers, disks, and rings for piercings and stretching. He felt like a waste of space, but mainly because he was never any good with boredom. Being idle in a place he was already uncomfortable, for a plethora of reasons, was akin to torture.

He remembered to breathe.

He checked his phone. He put that back into his pocket. He stole Bela’s phone for a few more pictures, trying not to look directly at her raised, red flesh.

“How’s it going?” Dean asked, after giving Bela her phone back, his album running its course around them.

“I’d say another twenty minutes and then I’ll bandage her up. You good?” Billie asked, surprisingly sincerely.

“What? Yeah, I’m fine. Just curious,” Dean muttered.

“Hey, Dean. I like the music,” Billie said, waiting for him to make eye contact.

“Thanks,” Dean nodded, trying not to let his blush show.

“When’s it coming out?” Bela asked, suddenly reminding Dean why he was there in the first place.

“End of April,” he said. “Single’ll be released week after my birthday.”

Bela paused and looked up at him, but Billie was the one to break the ice.

“Which is?”

“Uh, the 24th. Baby hits your airwaves on the 29th.”

“Is that Annie Hawkins on that track?” Billie asked.

“Yup,” Dean grinned.

“Damn, almost forgot about her. Nice pull,” Billie praised.

Dean chuckled, not explaining his connection. She’d find out eventually, if it even mattered. “Yeah, we got lucky with that one.”

Bela was inked up, wiped down and vacuum sealed over the following half hour. Dean paid for the work, plus a generous tip. And posed for a few promotional shots with Bela and Billie alike. Once everyone was satisfied that what they had would help all involved, Bela and Dean said their goodbyes and thank yous and headed out for a late dinner at Elizabeth’s. 

“Do you want me to send these to you or to Y/N to latergram?” Bela asked as their drinks arrived. 

“Just send ‘em to Trouble. She’ll know what to do with them better than me,” Dean ducked out of the responsibility, unaware he was planting another social media minefield for you to navigate by doing so.

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Chapter Nineteen: Pizzicato

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(center Tangerine icon by @cherriedt that was linked on pinterest, and the rest of them are just from pinterest :/, and the pictures of the necklace and the dress aren't meant to show the reader, just the kind of outfit I was picturing, it just happened to be Dua Lipa's met gala necklace and Lady Gaga)

Requested by my love and my life (but I forgot to put this under that and I'm in too deep) @loving-and-dreaming thank you for everything you've ever sent me, asked me, or tagged me in <33<333 Warnings: None graphic violence, bruising, bleeding, language (duh), smoking and sickeningly rich people el oh el WC: 2.7k and not proof read

When your mother invited you to one of her friends’ charity galas, this is hardly how you expected the night to go. You slipped into that black velvet gown that she offered you, with the perfect neckline to show off the necklace that was a gift from both your parents for your last birthday. The one with the fat diamond right in the center. It was certainly the gem to talk about. It even made quite a few headlines. 

And it was certainly the talk of tonight, with half the conversations you had almost certainly leading to their eyes being drawn to your chest within the first 30 seconds. And for a masquerade, it was quite hard to remain anonymous when the thing was practically a shimmering name tag. Which was a fact you came to regret sooner rather than later. 

About an hour after you arrived, after finding your table with your parents and greeting your friends, another masked man asked you to dance. He was tall, with quite the head of thick brown hair, and a hell of a mustache. But there was something about him that you couldn’t quite place, as you made polite conversation on the ballroom floor. His accent, maybe. 

“May I ask where you’re from?”

“Oh well, that’s hardly the point of a masquerade now, love.” You spun away on cue and he drew you back in. “It’s about the mystery.” And with that the waltz ended with his chest against your back and your breathing heavier than it has been with any other partner that night. You tried to clear your throat quietly, with the way he was breathing down your neck. He was so overwhelming, what with his deep blue suit in such subtle contrast to the sea of black you were swimming in, and the strength of his arms that he didn’t use against you, but with you as he led you through the dance. 

You twirled out of his arms and bowed along with the rest of the ladies on the floor. You nodded in gratitude for the dance then left to go find your friends with a shake of your head. “Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.”

“Looking a little winded there,” your closest, and most likely only true friend, Remington (or Remy to you), offered you her arm as you aimed for the restroom in hopes of a chance to catch your breath. Once inside, you reached into one of your deep pockets that were hiding beneath the voluminous fabrics of your skirt to pull out a small pack of cigarettes. You slipped one of the few remaining sticks between your lips and fumbled through your other pocket for the lighter you couldn’t reach. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“You have a better one?” Remy sighed and took her zippo out of her little handbag. “Thank you, dahlin’,” you put on an accent like the man you’d danced with.

“Ooh, so you’ve met the mysterious gentleman.”

“Dance with him too.”

“Oh my.”

“Oh yes.” You looked over your makeup in the mirror and checked your hair. 

“Why does it smell like cherries?”

“They’re flavored.”

“That’s literally worse than smoking on its own.”

“I know but…cherries.” You took a final drag then stamped it out on the side of the sink and brushed the ashes down the drain. “Alright, gotta go get yelled at by my mother.” 

You both gave each other salutes before you went back out into the hall and she went into a stall. There was a strange sound coming from around the other corner of the hallway towards the ballroom. It was most likely some sleazy billionaires’ sons thinking much higher of themselves than anyone should, so it was best to move on back to your table. 

The whole time you sat there, you’d often catch eyes with the mysterious man from earlier. You didn’t see him dance with anyone else, but when you looked at him and looked like you meant to really look at him, and leaned back in your chair, he took that as a sign to ask you for another dance.  

He wordlessly offered you his hand, which you took with more grace than he’s ever seen. He led you to the floor with a hand on the small of your back and you both assumed your positions for the most intimate dance of the night, it wasn’t too fast but it was very intricate and required you to trust your partner.

The music started and he was the best partner you’ve ever had. The way he lead you was perfect, every dip was like being held as a feather, every lift felt like floating, and every step was like walking on water. “You smell like cherries…and smoke.” He said as he brought you down from the lift.

“Hmm.”

“Didn’t think to share?”

“Didn’t think you’d be interested.” You slid your hand over his left shoulder as the dance required and flicked his gold hoop with your finger.

“How’d you learn to dance like this?” He spun you out again and 

“Swiss boarding school,” you answered as if it was obvious. 

“Figures.” You didn’t see the way he looked down at your necklace over your shoulder, you felt it more. “Dance with me again, love?” He turned his head so you felt his words too.

You hummed a yes and resumed your positions. 3 dances later, he tilted his head to one of the doorways that lead to a vast balcony. You nodded in agreement and took the arm he offered. 

Once you were out there, alone, the only sounds were the busy city below you and the flick of his lighter behind you. You braced your hands on the railing behind you and watched the way the light of the small flame refracted through his eyes like a kaleidoscope. Once he brought his hand down you saw the slim cigarette and then smelt the cherries that followed. “That’s not yours.”

He put that hand down next to you on the railing and stood right in front of you, almost caging you in. “It’s much nicer to share, love.”

“You expect me to share my things when you won’t even share your name?”

“I don’t recall you tellin me yours either.”

“Didn’t think I had to.”

“Really?” His accent seemed more present now when he was all you could hear, not the music or the bustling crowd. “She’s that sure of herself, eh?”

“I can’t help it if most people, especially in a crowd like this, know who I am. Are you telling me you don’t?”

He used his other hand to flick the ashes off over the railing, now really caging you in. You took it from him when he was bringing it up to his mouth, drawing a smooth breath while he gave you a disapproving twitch of his mustache. He didn’t answer your question beyond a shrug. 

“I can’t even get a first name out of you? Nothing?”

“How’s Tangerine?”

You smirked with a scoff of a laugh, he didn’t look very happy with that. “Like the fruit?”

“Yes, like the–”

“Your mother named you after a little orange?”

“She didn’t– No, it’s an alias.”

“Ooh, a code name then?”

“Yes.”

“What for? You hiding from something?”

“In a sense.”

“I think you’d have to be. A fake name and a mask, I think you mean business.”

“And what do you fancy that business is?” He traced a finger down your collarbone to the chain of your necklace until he reached the large stone resting on your chest. Usually, such a thing, focusing only on the jewelry, would be an absolute turnoff. But for some reason, it was different when he did it.

“I’d say something–” You were cut off by a strange figure moving at the other end of the balcony. “What was…” It was his turn to smirk at that as another man emerged from the shadows. He was a little bit taller than “Tangerine,” and his coily hair was bleached almost to white besides the roots, but he had the same earring. 

“Evenin’, I’m Lemon.”

You rolled your eyes at what your night has come to, you knew better than to go anywhere with strangers with masks and no name. “Oohh, Lemon and Tangerine, clever,” you bit sarcastically and pushed Tangerine off of you a little harder than he must have been expecting with the way he stumbled back.

Lemon looked at Tangerine like he expected such a reaction. “Listen, love,–”

“I’m not your ‘love’,” you mocked his accent and Tangerine tilted his head with his eyebrows raised and his lips in a thin straight line. With a wave of your hand, you let him go on.

“You’re gonna keep the mask on, we’ll walk outta here, real calm, and it’ll all be over soon.”

“I’d really rather not.” You went to take a step back inside but Tangerine caught your arm. Again, really not how you wanted your night to go. You rolled your head to the side and looked at him like he was boring you. You wrenched your arm from his grip and Lemon tried to catch you too, but you ducked under that and landed a swing to Tangerine’s cheek, knocking his mask to the ground. This was one of those rare occasions that he looked better under the mask, but there was no time to dwell on that when he lunged towards you. You dodged that as well, but it was difficult for them to keep you away from the doors and windows so no one inside would notice, and it was difficult for you to watch both of them at once and also move in such a dress. 

It was quite a tussle, “Where did you learn to fuckin fight like this?!” Tangerine groaned as you had one arm around his neck and the other under his arm coming over yours, only restricting him as much as you needed to get him to stop. 

“Swiss boarding school.”

Lemon huffed with his hands on his knees then stepped towards you. You pushed Tangerine at him and ran to the nearest door. Just as you were stepping into the ballroom, hair a mess and cheek smudged with makeup and blood from one of Tangerine’s rings, someone stepped in front of you and blocked your path. It a second to recognize them but with a blink it was all too clear. Remy pushed you back and Tangerine had you by both wrists behind you. 

“Let’s go then,” she said definitively, making you laugh. “What?” She barked.

“Like this? As if everyone isn’t looking at me anyway, I think they might if I look like this.”

“You don’t look any worse than usual.”

“Remington, that is a ridiculous thing to say, and no, I mean people might fucking notice if I look like I’m being kidnapped.”

She nodded to the man behind you and after a sharp strike to the back of your head, you were out.

***

You woke with a twitch of your nose and a throbbing pain to your left cheek and right temple. There was a tickling on your eyelid that made you want to sneeze, and you could feel the cold of the bathroom tile through your skirts. “Stop moving.”

“Can I fucking breathe for a second? Jesus Christ.” She backed off from you and held up the makeup brushes in annoyed surrender. 

“Put the mask back on, then we’ll go.”

“Go where?”

“It might be easier if you stay quiet, love.”

You went to push yourself up but your hands were restrained behind your back so you you suffered with turning your aching neck to look at Tangerine instead, noticing his tie was missing. “Might be easier if you let me go, and you kidnap literally anyone any less recognizable.”

He cracked his knuckles and looked like he was going to step towards you but Lemon held him back and started talking about what sounded like Thomas the Tank Engine. The choo choo’s Lemon was saying were not helping their case. 

Remington grabbed your chin and looked you over. “You look fine. Put your mask on.” She threw it at you then seemed angry when you didn’t act immediately. Tangerine came behind you and lifted you up and Lemon stood in front and did your mask. In all their years, he had to have been the least professional of all their clientele. 

“Is this how you typically spend your Saturdays?”

“Kidnapping ridiculously rich women for other ridiculously rich women?” Lemon asked and you nodded. “It’s usually our day off.”

“You were a special case.” Tangerine said as he untied your wrists and redid his tie. 

“How sweet.” You shook out your wrists and Remington took you through back through the halls leading to the ballroom. 

You want to run up to one of the guards or guests or literally anyone, you want to throw elbows and break Remington’s jaw, but you don’t know what they have on them, you don’t know if they’re working with anyone else. It’s best to go along with it and keep everyone else safe, just keep your wits about you and your head high. It’s not like you were particularly visible at the moment, walking close to the wall with Tangerine on your left and Lemon on the right between you and the rest of the crowd with both your hands in the crook of their elbows. Your face must have betrayed the depth of your thoughts since Tangerine put his other hand on top of yours, funny of him to try and comfort you when he’s more than aiding in your kidnapping. “Where's the smile? They're going to think I'm holding you hostage, honey.” 

“Sorry.” You tried to find some humor in his sarcasm but the reality was tumbling at you too fast and your cheek was beginning to bruise. 

“Like I said, it’ll be over soon.” 

There was a black car waiting outside, and at least Lemon held the door open for you to get in the back seat then helped make sure none of your skirt got caught in the door. He sat with you and Tangerine drove while Remington sat in the passenger seat. It was hard to stifle a scoff when she tried to put her hand on his wrist as he shifted, only for him to immediately bring it back to the wheel. It was a busy European city, difficult to navigate its crowded streets but he managed. 

“Can you roll down the window a little bit? I need some air.” You asked sweetly, meekly so they might be more inclined to acquiesce. Besides the initial fight and your sharp tongue, Tangerine thought you’d been quite cooperative, so he lowered it a few inches.

Just enough space for you to unclasp your necklace and throw it out the window. It was at that horrific moment that the car slowed down exponentially and in the instant Remington saw what you did she let out a horrific scream. Yelling “What the fuck is wrong with you, you bitch?!?!?” at the top of her lungs like you threw her ten million dollar necklace out the window, not your own. She jumped out the car to go find it and slammed the door behind her just as the traffic was letting up.

“Did she pay you already?” You said hurriedly.

“You think we’d be dealing with her shit if she didn’t.”

“So you’ll drive?”

“To get away from that fuckin bitch? Anything.” He slammed his foot on the gas and wove between cars. 

“What about your necklace?” Lemon asked. 

“This one?” You pulled it out of your deep pocket and they both whooped and laughed at your cunning. 

“You’re something else, love.”

“Thank you.”

“So, where to?” Still going top speed on the now open road.

“Wherever you like.”

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“Together” Part 3 (Final Part)

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Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake & Y/N face her brother's funeral together. They finally realize the true depth of their feelings for one another. 

Warnings: Smut + language + part of the story takes place at a funeral reception

A/N: So first of all, I yet again apologize for the super long break between posts. Life has been pretty crazy. I'm now currently on the mend from a rough bout of covid, but thankfully I felt good enough to write today. With that being said, I'm so sorry for any editing mistakes, my brain fog is rough right now. With that being said, I hope you enjoy the final part of the "Together" mini-series!

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A constant buzz of white noise filled your ears as people continued the awkward shuffle of condolences. They meant well, but what could they possibly have to say that would take the edge off the pain? The funeral had been everything your brother deserved, but that neatly folded flag could never replace him. This wasn’t how life was supposed to be. Matt was supposed to get married and start a family of his own, but now those dreams were turned to ash. Their embers burned hot against your soul as you waited for this horrific moment in time to be over. 

Unable to take any more weepy hugs, you finally excused yourself from the reception hall, choosing instead to wander quietly through the hallways. The early evening sun poured in through the stained glass that lined the space painting a wash of red and blue across the carpet. Reaching the first set of swinging doors into the nave, you pushed gently into the space, and the hinges creaked lightly with the pressure of your touch. The high vaulted ceilings fell into shadow as the lights remained off, but even in the dimness, you could see the strong frame that was seated at the front of the pews. 

Keeping silent, you made your way toward Jake, the sound of your footsteps echoed slightly as you moved. Closing the last few paces, the tension in his body was apparent in the way his dress whites pulled tightly over his back, his head in his hands as he tried to piece himself back together. Reaching the front pew, you found the spot to his right and took it, allowing yourself to lean into his side. Acknowledging your presence, Jake lifted his head from his hands, revealing the dampness that sat on his cheeks, though his eyes remained focused on the cross hanging at the front. Needing to feel you, to be closer to you, Jake weaved your fingers together before bringing them to his lips. Placing a soft kiss on the back of your hand, he exhaled deeply before gaining the courage to speak. 

“You know what he said to me the last time we saw each other?” Jake’s voice was hoarse as he broke the silence, but you were thankful for the sound of it nonetheless.

“Tell me.” Your own words were soft as they brushed along the fabric of his uniform.

“It was our last day flying together before we were reassigned to our new squadrons. We’d finished our runs and I’d been flying out of my mind, hitting maneuvers perfectly, one right after the other, but I was reckless. I was just one mistake away from ending my career or someone else’s, but I couldn’t see that, not then. But he saw it, that foolish pride… nothing ever slipped past him.” 

“Trust me, I know. I never got away with shit as a kid.” 

Jake huffed a small laugh at the shared memory of Matt’s astute gaze and superior moral compass. His wingman’s heart never faltered, even in the face of great peril, “He laid into me in front of God and everybody. I’d never seen him so angry. He told me I needed to figure out who the hell I was fighting to come home to because if I didn’t I was gonna die in that plane, all alone with no one to care when they brought my body back.”

“He said that to you? Jesus Christ, Jake. I’m sorry he-.” 

“Don’t be, he was right. He was always right. It just took me way to fucking long to figure out what the hell he was actually talking about.” Jake twisted his upper body in your direction, forcing you to lift your head from his shoulder. His strong hands found a home on your body as he anchored himself to you. The feeling of him left you breathless, your vision narrowing to only the man in front of you. 

“He was talking about you. I didn’t get it then, I was too young and stupid to realize. He saw it though, he saw us, the two of us. Together.” Jake’s breath rattled as he inhaled deeply, “I love you, I always have. I was just too big of a dumbass to figure it out sooner.”  

“Jake.” Holding fast to him, you kept your eyes fixed on his. There was such great sorrow and pain within their depths, and yet there was unmistakable hope, “You’re not the only one who can be a bit thick sometimes.” 

The two of you shared a smile at the mutual confession of your feelings and your failings. Leaning further into your space Jake captured your lips in a gentle embrace, the sensation of your uniform under his figure tips was intoxicating. Breaking the kiss, Jake rested his forehead on yours as he breathed in the scent of your sweet perfume, his own tears now flowing harder than before. Feeling his body begin to shake, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled tight. With your face tucked into his neck, you allowed yourself to fall apart together. And there you stayed, mourning the loss of a brother and wingman. 

The rest of the evening sun faded away beneath the horizon leaving the nave in murky darkness, only the light from the outer hallway added any illumination. Sensing the shift, Jake broke and stood to his full height, taking you by the hand as he moved. Holding each other close, with laced fingers the two of you made your way back to the reception in silence. There were still a fair amount of people gathered around the tables nibbling at food as they reminisced. 

Sitting around a circular white table across the room was the rest of your family. Their eyes were fixed on the steaming styrofoam cups in front of them. It took only seconds to cross the space, but it felt as though it took hours. All eyes snapped to you and Jake, your polished uniforms like a beacon of strength and sorrow. 

“Y/N, Jake.” your mother stood, pulling each of you into vigorous hugs. Her black dress seemed to hang from her slight frame as she dabbed away the tears that threatened to spill. 

“Ma’am, I’m so sorry for your loss.” 

“Thank you, but Jake… this is your loss too. Matt spoke highly of you the entire time you flew together. He… he thought the world of you.” 

Jake’s throat bobbed as he tried to find his words, but they never came. Instead, he leaned down to hold your mother. The hug lasted mere seconds, but when he moved back to wrap his arm around your waist it was as if you could see the healing begin. Wiping over his mouth with his hand, Jake leaned down and placed a kiss on your temple. 

“Why don’t the two of you take off, hm? We’re gonna be awhile and you both have done more than enough today.” 

“Are you sure, Mom?”

“Yes, I’m sure. Now go.” her warm smile failed to reach her eyes, but there was such sincerity in her words. 

“Thanks.” 

Turning from you, her focus snapped to Jake once more, “You get her home safe, okay?” 

“Yes, Ma’am.” Leaning down to hug your mother one more time, you watched as she whispered something softly into his ear. A quick nod of his head accompanied the silent words. 

…

Back at home, the quiet was deafening. The plush carpet muffled each step as the two of you made your way downstairs to the guestroom. Frigid air filled the finished basement causing you to shiver as you began to unbutton the front of your uniform. 

“Here, let me.” 

Turning you around gently, Jake’s sure hands made quick work of the task. His lips brushed lovingly from the shell of your ear to the base of your throat as he pushed the jacket from your shoulders. Needing more, you wrapped your arms around his neck as you removed his hat before threading your fingers into his hair. Slowly, but surely, the pair of you removed the barriers between you. Hands and lips explored the freshly exposed skin. 

Jake’s body shuddered as you nipped lightly along the broad expanse of his chest, soothing over the marks with your tongue. Caught up in the feeling of your skin on his, Jake found himself lowering to the ground before you. Mouthing at your body as he went. Paying attention to every scar and bump left behind by the grueling demands of your job, each one a sign that you were here despite the many attempts the world had taken to tear you away from him. Running his hands along the back of your thighs, he stood once more, pulling you off the ground with him. 

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you returned your attention to his lips. Pleading for more, you ran your tongue along his before taking his lower lip between your teeth. Gently, you pulled it earning a hiss and groan from him before he crashed back into the kiss. Walking you back into the door, it slammed shut with the force of his actions. The two of you lasted like this for a few minutes more, but desperation filled the air as the two of you continued to fall into the moment. 

Unable to maintain his patience, Jake fixed his grip on you before turning to find the bed. Feeling the edge of the bed against his knees, he lowered you to the mattress. Breaking apart, Jake guided you back onto the bed, the cotton of the bedspread soft beneath you. 

“Jake.” Your words failed you, but that didn’t matter because he was already there, reading your body like an open book. 

“I’m right here, sweetheart.” 

Sliding his hand along your side, he trapped your wrist above your head, leaving the other free. Chest to chest you breathed in the scent of his cologne as rolled his hips into yours. A sharp gasp fell from you, your lips grazing his as your head tipped back into the pillow. 

“I need you.” Jake rasped into your ear and she reached between you coaxing yet another moan from you as his fingers found their mark. 

“Fuck, Jake… please.” 

Your permission opened the floodgates. Dipping lower Jake coated his fingers with your slick, teasing your mercilessly until he could feel the muscles in your legs begin to tighten. Knowing you were close he removed his hands from your body, earning a pitiful whimper from you at the loss of his touch. 

“I know, baby.”  

Carefully, he leaned over the edge of the bed, fishing inside his bag for a condom. It took only a few seconds for him to locate what he needed, his eyes falling back to you as he tore it open and prepared himself. Turning back to you he placed tender kisses over your stomach and chest before returning to your lips. There was no real space left between you, but it wasn’t enough, you needed to be closer. Reaching for the hand that still rested above your head, he laced his fingers through yours as he pushed inside, removing the remaining distance between you. A deep groan fell from his lips as he relished the feeling of you wrapped around him.

Slowly, Jake began to move, his focus entirely on you. The way your breath hitched, the sound of your moans as they tumbled from your lips, the touch of your skin as your bodies moved together. Once more he felt the changes in you as he pulled you closer to the edge. Fighting for control of himself, Jake continued to focus on you, wanting nothing more than to stay like this forever, lost in this peace that he found with you. 

Time stood still as the flood of your release washed over you. Jake’s hips began to stutter, his pace faltering as he too tumbled over the edge. Totally, and completely, spent, Jake rested his weight on his forearms next to your head. Brushing the strands of hair stuck to your forehead behind your ear, his eyes fell on yours. Even in the shadowy light of the guestroom, it was easy to see the love in his eyes. The corners scrunch softly forming light lines. Those lines were a permanent reminder of the years that had passed since the two of you first met. 

“I love you, Jake.” your warm breath floated over his cheeks as the stared deep into your eyes, your soul laid bare for him and him alone. 

“I love you too, Y/N.” 

Feeling his arms grow weak from dropping adrenaline, Jake rolled onto his side taking you with him. Sure that you were safely laying on your side, he gingerly pulled himself from you. It took a few minutes for him to clean the two of you up, but Jake returned to his spot in the bed as quickly as he could. The warmth radiating from the two of you was more than enough initially to fend off the chill of the air, but as your heart rates returned to normal goosebumps began to spread across your skin. A shiver ran down your spine from the temperature change. Shifting under the covers, he drew you in close, his hand resting just under your breast as his front fell flush with your back. Inhaling deeply, your breaths began to fall in sync with one another, the two of you drifting off to sleep in the comfort of each other’s arms. This was the beginning of a whole new world, one where the pair of you would finally allow yourself to feel the happiness of time spent in one another arms. A world where you realized that you were stronger together than you ever could hope to be apart. 

#top gun maverick #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman x y/n #jake hangman smut #hangman x reader #hangman smut

[queers-gambit]

Can I get some billy angst in the near future, naybe something where Luke him and his so fight and and he leaves and out of rage cheats, his s/o finds out and they break up and then after a bit he comes back trying to ask for forgiveness but he finds they have already moved on.... but naybe there's a happy end in sight

add that with this

and you get something like this -

( thank you for the request, sweet ones, i love you, and i hope you like this. all my love unto you, readers and requesters and cutie pies in-between )

Bottom of the Barrel

pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Stranger Things

word count: 2.4k+

note: Nick Miller's voice: no notes!

warnings: angst, no (real) comfort, cursing, cheating, is author projecting? fuck around and find out! Lord's name in vain, only read through once, not really edited, my apologies.

"You know, doctors are talkin' about how those are actually bad for you," you informed with a sigh, flipping violently through your textbook's pages as you only stole half-glances at your boyfriend. Sat on your bed, he was across the way, reading some magazine in his lap. "At least smoke by the window, for fuck's sake, Billy! You know my little brother has asthma!"

"Jesus Christ," Billy growled with a cigarette between his lips. "Do you ever stop bitching?"

"Not when you're chain smoking in my bedroom, jackass. Move it," you snapped, pointing to the (at least) cracked window.

"Fuck's sake," he muttered, standing to his boot-clad feet, and all but stomping over to the window. He snatched your desk chair as he went, and dropped into it it, feet propped up on the bench you kept under the window - making your teeth grind painfully.

"Billy."

"Oh, my fucking God, what now? I'm by the window!"

"Well, don't put your dirty boots on my hope chest, please! It was my Nana's and you know I can't get another one from her! You went to her funeral!"

"Jesus fuuuuucking Christ!" He snapped, yanking his feet down. "There! Happy? God, you just suck the fun outta everything, huh?" He sneered, turning to tap ash into a spare water bottle. "I come over for a nice night, and you're just stuck on studying the whole time! I could be out right now, at some party, but nah, you wanted to bitch at me days ago that I don't spend enough time with you! So now what!? What am I doing wrong? I can't even smoke the right way when just fucking watching you study!?"

"Oh, my good God," you snapped, fully exasperated. "If you're so Goddamn miserable, then you can go! Leave! I told you I had exams to study for and you completely ignored all I said! So, don't blame me for you coming over, go to your stupid fucking party - so sorry I actually care about my future!"

"The fuck is that supposed to mean!?"

"That you don't give a fuck about anything other than your looks and stupid fucking pride!" You snapped finally, feeling overwhelmed and backed in a corner. "So don't blame me for your failures, you don't get to project that onto me. I'm getting into college, and the fuck out of this town! Whatever you're bitter about, isn't my issue!"

"Oh, fuck you!"

"Not any time soon!"

"Oh, Jesus fuckin' Christ, you're such a child - "

"More than you trying to shame me right now? For, what? Being a student, and doing the one thing students are supposed to do and study!? You chose not to listen to me, and that's your issue. I didn't ask you to come over, I have my priorities in order and just wanted to study!"

"You can be a real ungrateful bitch, you know that?" Billy sneered hatefully as he stood to his feet finally.

"Oh, and you're a basket of roses, huh?" You snapped back, defenses all the way up. "Go ahead and do what you do best, just run away! Like you run away from all your other problems!"

His eyes rolled, and maliciously, he paused at your desk to jab his cigarette into a set of papers; grinding it into your hand-written notes as he held eye contact with you. "Fuck you, sweetheart."

You decided not to rebuttal and just offer him your middle finger, rolling your eyes when he stormed out; slamming your bedroom door and only three moments later, slamming your front door. Within a minute, his car was roaring to life and peeling off ferociously down the street. But your ears rang with the aftermath of his rage and you focused on the beat of your own heart for a moment - and then shut off your emotions.

Like an emotional light-switch, something you developed when you began dating William fucking Hargrove.

Focusing on the book beneath you, you distracted yourself with studying for your term finals as fighting with Billy was as common as the heavy smell of cow manure in Hawkins...

Toxic? Hell yeah. Thrilling? You'll admit, yes... Unhealthy? Definitely. But was it worth it? You used to think so, but lately? Not so much...

Truth was, as often as you fought for this to now be 'normal' that you had to shut yourself down in order to focus on your schoolwork, you and Billy had a helluva lot more good days. You loved him, you knew you did, and you knew he often was a thorn in your side, but he was also the rose petals in your bathwater.

Fuck him.

Truth be told, you tried not to think of Billy in your anger, but when he didn't show up to pick you up for school the next morning, you grew frustrated. Driving yourself, you had time to listen to your own music and study in your car before the day started, but when Billy didn't show up in the parking lot after you waited until the literal last minute, you only rolled your eyes and went to first period.

The whole day, you felt eyes on you. Growing weary, you peaked around a couple of times to catch lingering stares and hushed whispers as buds of gossip spread at cut-throat pace. Come fourth period, you were changing for gym class, when you heard what everyone was apparently gossiping about...

"Did you know she and Billy broke up?"

"No, way! How that even be, he's obsessed with his girl, we've all seen it."

"But the way he was all over Alana Hanson at the party, I'd bet they've been over a while!"

"Wait - what party? Who's?"

"Jason's! Billy had his tongue, like, all the way down Alana's throat - and then they snuck off to the upstairs bedrooms!"

"Oh, my God! No way! But he has a girlfriend - "

Not anymore, you thought bitterly.

By lunch, you had enough of the whispers, but you couldn't do anything about it because the majority population had first-hand viewership to his cheating scandal. And you were hearing deeper, grimier details of his infidelity as the day went; tipping your emotional scales until you were suppressing anxiety attacks. And then after lunch, you had your final exam of the day, and wasted no time in dashing for your car after turning the test packet in to your teacher's hand.

You were only home maybe half an hour before someone was pounding at your door; leading into them ringing the doorbell incessantly as you had to haul yourself out of your blanket nest on the L-shaped couch.

With a pint of ice cream in hand and silver spoon sticking out the top, you tugged your fluffy blanket around your shoulders and up your head to head for the door, grumbling, "'M comin'!"

When you yanked the door open, your glare solidified against Billy fucking Hargrove, who stood panting like he ran an Ironman marathon before you on your front porch.

"What!?" You snapped with a glare as the blanket fell off your head to reveal whatever state your (naturally) messy bun was in.

"Woah - hang on, baby, let me explain what - "

"Oh, hell no," you snapped, "you are gonna listen to me for a change, William. I'll say it only once - we're done. I might put up with a lot of shit from you, Billy, but I will not stand for cheating. So, do me a favor, and go fuck yourself, because this relationship is fucking dead to me. You're literally disgusting, I don't even know how I haven't puked all over you by now."

"Sweetheart, let me explain - "

"You don't have to explain anything to me! You cheated, and we're done! Plain and simple as that! You ruined this, you fucked up, you decided to make your bed - so fucking lie in it! Leave me alone!"

You stepped back over the threshold and slammed the door in his stupidly-perfect-distraught face; locking it loudly, sliding the safety chain, even. You trudged back to the living room and made sure the curtains were closed shut before dropping back on your couch and into your nest. With tears running down your cheeks, you picked up your silver spoon and dug back into your favorite ice cream flavor - which brought little to no joy back into you in that moment.

Months had passed since Billy first shattered your heart with a lead mallet, and while it fucking hurt and sucked more than anything, you very strangely made a dear friend in the time of his absence. That friendship then lead into something a little more romantic, and while you were nervous and cautious about it all, you also couldn't help how you felt.

And Steve Harrington made it really fucking easy to fall in love, again.

That boy did everything right, almost as if someone had handed him a secret, golden manual in romancing a woman properly.

Flowers? Check. Shoulder to cry on? Check. Regular, persistent dinner date? Check. Movie-slash-snuggle-buddy? Check. Soft forehead kisses? Adorable pet names? Check and check. Having 'a song?' Didn't mean for it, but check. Someone to hold your hand effortlessly? Yeah, check.

Steve was patient and constant; supportive and sweet. You didn't mean to fall in love so quick, but fuck, he was really easy to love, and one time he brought you chocolates, Advil, and a heating pad when you complained of period cramps before cuddling you on the couch all night with movies from his new job - yeah, you were hooked.

That bastard really weaseled his way into your life, and then your heart, and while you didn't regret it, Billy still did a number on your heart, mind, and soul. Steve was patient with you, and reassuring... And handsome... And he listened really well... Fuck, and he was attentive, kind, genuine...

Billy wasn't half the man Steve was, mostly because you bonded partially over you both being cheated on. Steve had heard the rumors and checked on you only two days after breaking up with Billy, which lead into this relationship blossoming, and in turn, you learned about his own experiences - where apparently Nancy Wheeler wasn't the first, nor only one to cheat on him.

Your heart wept for the sweet-Georgia-peach-of-a-boy, but secretly, you yearned for a little more adrenaline. Steve was cautious, and though you hated to remember it, but Billy was rugged, sporadic... Exciting.

However, no matter which way you looked at it, Steve showed growth and the want to better himself - something akin to ambition that you found deeply attractive. Truth be told, the way Steve seemed enamored by you was a major confidence-boost and a turn-on, and you didn't just absolutely adore giving your love and admiration to one person who could reciprocate. But you also fucking adored that Steve wanted your love, and wanted to give you his.

So, imagine your surprise when that evening, when waiting on the pizza you ordered for you and Steve - pending him getting off on time - you found Billy Hargrove back at your doorstep.

"Billy," you breathed in earnest shock. He'd done well in avoiding you in the time you've been broken up, which left time and room for another man (his enemy) to move in your life... And you weren't looking to push Steve aside.

So why was your pulse raising?

Why did he have to look so Goddamn good in those tight fucking jeans - and of course his white tee shirt was stretching across his taunt stomach to showcase lines of defined muscle. Bastard.

"Hey, pretty girl," he nodded, hands nervously shoving into his jean pockets. "Uh, h-hey, you look nice, you know?"

"Um, hey, Billy?" You nodded, glancing to the side in nervousness. "What're you doing here?"

"I thought we could talk..."

"About?"

"Well, about what happened," he shrugged a bit. "Between us."

"Why?"

"I mean, shouldn't we?"

"Like, why would we?"

Billy sighed, "I don't know, I was thinking maybe enough time had passed for us to talk - and kinda decide what to do."

"About...?"

"Us," he sounded like he was restraining himself. And oh, my God, you didn't mean to - but you laughed. "What's so funny?" He demanded.

"Th-That you show up here, months after cheating on me, thinking now I wanna talk to you about it?" You laughed again.

"I'm trying to be serious - "

"I know, that makes it funnier," you snorted. "Look, Bee, this is so ridiculous of you, but there's nothing to say anymore. You made your choice in how you wanted to handle your anger, and you chose wrong. I'm sorry you're hurting, for whatever it's worth, but you're not my responsibility anymore."

Before he could answer, the sound of a car door made you both perk up. But it was only the delivery guy - who gasped slightly when Billy snatched the pizza from him and shoved a fist full of cash at him after yanking it from his pocket. You sighed when he glanced at the pizza, his brow furrowing as he looked at you with shock, "Since when do you eat this garbage?"

"Pineapple on pizza is an acquired taste, I'll have you know," you snapped, taking the box from him, "and my boyfriend really likes it, so, fuck off with your bad taste."

"What?"

"What?"

"What did you say?"

"Oh, you mean, boyfriend?" You repeated, maybe a little vindictively. "I moved on, you might want to consider doing the same because I'll never, ever want you back. Cheating is bottom of the barrel, Billy, and you made your decision, so, forgive me for making my own, and moving on."

"No, I can't let you go!" He snapped. "I won't!"

"You have to!" You sneered. "Because you fucked everything up between us, and I only did right by me! So, again, lie in the bed you made! Once again, your feelings are no longer my responsibility!"

Like you had 9 months (and 3 weeks) ago, you stepped back through the door of your home and slammed your front door shut; picture frames on the inner wall rattling dangerously as you rolled your neck out, turned on your heel, and stalked for the kitchen to deposit the pizza on your counter.

The hell you looked like going back to a man who cheated on you out of sheer spite? How could you ever trust someone like that? And how did that quote go? If you loved two people, choose the second one because if you loved the first, you never would've fallen for the other? Well, Steve deserved your most authentic self and you couldn't do that while holding onto your ex...

Then why could you feel your flesh flushing with heat and your heart hammering if you weren't over him?

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x f!reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove one shot #billy hargrove fic #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader

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A/N ::: Here's where the fun starts? I mean, I enjoyed it. Though it took me 4 damn days to get this thing on here. But it's a busy ass time of year. So, I am a little sorry that it took so long because someone asked if there would be another part and I think they were looking for more? Or hoping that would be the end of this lol. Idk. Anyway, here's part V. Hope you all enjoy it.

C/W ::: Kats & F!reader. Language, angst, smart-assery, flirting, nudity, touching, little bit of teasing. I'm tired. It's 12:32 on Christmas morning and I need to get to bed. If I missed anything gross let me know. But only if it's REALLY gross. Thanks!

WC ::: under 2,700 ish

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part VI

Part VII

You turned away from him and put your hand over your mouth as the sobs escaped. Katsuki walked up behind you and put his hands on your shoulders. "Look, y/n. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I was just mad. Please, don't - don't cry. You know how much I hate it when you cry. It makes me feel like shit. Like I did somethin' wrong. Or, or hurt ya or somethin'. Fuck, y/n. Fuck."

He stood at your back and contemplated hugging you again. He wanted to. You weren't the only one missing the other's touch. But it didn't feel like the right thing to do. You were both raw. Both wounded.

He backed up and you turned to look at him. You couldn't hold back your tears. "Katsuki, you did hurt me. You didn't want me to come to your hero events. You didn't want me to come to your work events. It was always a secret that we were together. Always a secret because you'd get embarrassed by me or whatever. I couldn't keep doing that. I couldn't be someone you were ashamed of. I didn't want to be."

Katsuki's mouth dropped open. "Ash-? Ashamed? Are you fucking kidding me? You think I was ashamed of you? You think I didn't want you at those events with me? You're insane." He looked at you, shaking his head. "Y/n, I never once asked you to be anything but yourself. I loved you, I still love you, for who you are. I never wanted you to be something you weren't. That's why I never asked you to be more than that. I knew you weren't into the hero shit and that was fine."

"That's a bit of a stretch, Kats. I was into you. And you're a hero so you have to be into the 'hero shit'. All I ever wanted to do was support you and be there for you and ... and ... why am I yelling about this. Why now. God. It doesn't matter, anymore. Does it?" You stared at the floor, greatly regretting your choice of words. You had no idea what you were doing here anymore.

You looked back up at Katsuki and saw him staring at you like he was ready to explode. "Fuck. Fuck! Y/n, you fucking idiot. You know me. You know me better than anyone. You know that I never once wanted you to be someone you weren't. You know that I love you for who you are. You know that."

He walked up to you and grabbed you by the shoulders. "I ... I -" You choked on a sob and held your breath. "I don't know that. I don't think I've known that for a while. Katsuki, I love you. I really do. But I can't keep doing this. I can't keep being this person you seem to think I am. I can't keep feeling like I'm not good enough."

He looked around the room like he was desperately searching for something and his eyes finally landed on a plate in the sink. He stomped over to it and pulled it out only to slam it on the floor.

"What the fuck are you doing?" You yelled, gesturing to the shattered pieces on the tile. "That's the good china!"

"You think I give a shit right now, y/n? 'Cause I don't. I don't give a shit about the dumbass plates. An' I dunno why you keep bringing up this shit about how you had to be my secret. I thought that was something we agreed on in the beginning that I wouldn't go broadcastin' the fuckin' love of my life all over the goddamn place. You're a literal walking bullseye for all of the assholes out there that want to hurt me. Or lure me in. I ... Jesus fuckin' shit, y/n. Why're you just now bringing this shit up?" He rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palms and laughed an uncomfortable laugh. "How long you been holdin' on to this for. Huh?"

You couldn't answer him. You just looked at him with tears streaming down your cheeks and your bottom lip quivering.

"Yeah. That's what I thought. You don't have to tell me. But you do have to take responsibility for this shit show you're starring in. I can't believe I let you back here. I can't believe I let you back here. God. Fucking. Damn it. You should leave." He turned and walked toward the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

You heard the shower turn on and you knew that he needed a moment. So did you. But since when did you do what was best for you and him lately? Why start now?

Not even bothering to knock on the bathroom door, you barged in and stared at the naked man that stood before you. Once you were able to tear your eyes from his ridiculously beautiful body, you collected your train of thought and began yelling at him.

If there was one thing that really drove you crazy about Katsuki, it's his ability to remain unfazed by some things that are said to him. Whether they're said out of anger, hatred, frustration, or whatever. He could turn his receptors off at a moment's notice and just stare right back at the person blankly. Complacently.

"It takes a special kind of asshole to pull off the audacity that you walk around with all the time. You know that? I don't know if this is all your parent's fault or if this was some shitty personality trait you picked up on your own along the way. But you are such a shit that I can't even look at you right now!"

"Ah! But see, you weren't looking at me. And why'd you come in here if you can't even look at me right now? See, I think, that you can look at me. I think you want to look at me. You done starin' at my cock though, babe?" He asked you, in a deeper than usual voice. "Y'know, s'all yours, still, darlin'. Wann'it?"

Your chest was heaving at how angry you were at him right now. And for just a split second, you smiled. He cracked your armor and made you feel something other than the hurt that was boiling over in your gut.

"Oh-hoh, you fucker." You exhaled a chuckle. "You stupid fucker. You know what. I'm done. I'm just done. I don't want any part of your shit anymore. I'm leaving. I should have left when you told me to. But I'm a dumbass and just can't leave well enough alone. It's just -"

Katsuki interrupted you, "It's just ... you wanted to see my cock again." He tilted his head down to see your eyes. "Am I right? You don't gotta lie to kick it, baby girl. You never had to lie to kick it. Now, why don't we talk about what you really want to talk about. My fat ... hard ... cuh-ah-k." He punctuated each syllable with exaggerated annunciation.

You choked on the glob of spit you were trying to swallow. But what didn't go down your throat before, surely wasn't going to now. Now that he'd pointed out that his cock was, indeed, hard.

It was true. You did want to see his cock one more time. You missed it so much. It was so perfect. You couldn't believe that it was yours to play with anytime you wanted. The thought made you blush. Even standing here with the man you'd been with for 3 years. He still made you blush.

The thought occurred to you that maybe you two just needed to fuck it out. Get this frustration out of your system. But you knew it went well beyond angry sex.

"Tempting, Kats. It's all real tempting. Boy. And when you're being so romantic and sweet about it too. May I? May I try to appeal to you too?"

"Fuck. Yes. Appeal until you're blue in the face." He smiled and looked completely amused by your willingness to go along with this. "You think I'm gonna say no to ya? I told ya. It's yours. It's all yours. Take it, baby girl. Take it all. Just like I took your heart. An' I'm not fuckin' givin' it back, ya asshole. Callin' me an asshole. Tch."

"Shut up, shut up. Ok. Lemme see if I can be half as charming as you were just a minute ago. *ahem*", you cleared your throat before you started in on your attempt to show him just how stupid he sounded to you.

"You wanna see my cuh-n-tuh? You don't gotta lie to kick it, big boy. Just tell me what you're thinking about, c'mon ... whis-per ... to ... meee. Tell me what you really want. You want my tight ... wet ... pus-sy?"

Katsuki rubbed the back of his neck. "You think you're so damn funny, don't ya? Well, you're not. You're not cute right now. You're not being very funny. And you're asking for it. I'm fuckin' tellin' ya, you're gonna get what you have comin', ya little brat."

"Oh, am I? Well, what's that, big boy? Are you gonna make me laugh? Tickle me with your words? Huh? Oh, wait, wait. Let me say it like you would. HAHHH? You sound like an old man when you say ‘huh’." You laughed at your own joke and started to walk away.

He reached out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you back into the bathroom and slammed you into the wall, kicking the door shut so it slammed again. This time seemed so much louder to you, though.

You grunted at his brusque movement of shoving your back against the wall. It wasn't entirely unpleasant. But you were surprised that he could want this in the throes of fighting for your future together.

He looked down at you and smiled, his mouth slightly open. His breath hot on your face. "What's so funny?" He asked you. "What's ... so goddamn ... funny?"

You were aware that he was trying to rile you up. And you could throw yourself out the window right now for playing into it. He knew how to move around you. He knows how to move around you to get what he wants. Hell, half the time, in the past, he could just look at you the right way and you'd be bouncing on his lap while he sat with his arms outstretched on the back of the couch. Watching you like you were the only other person on the planet.

The memory made your body flush with heat. It started in your core and spread to your thighs and cheeks. You noticed your heart was beating faster than it was when you were screaming at each other. There's just something about quiet Katsuki that always got you.

He bent over and ran his lips along the shell of your ear and said, "I'll ask you again, baby cakes, what ... is ... so ... fuckin' ... funny? I think you want me to drag it out of you, yeah? You remember what happened the last time you were bein' sassy to me, don'cha? I had a good time that day. Can't say for sure if you did or not. But if memory serves me righ', you came 7 times that hour. God, you were bein' a smart ass. Was it 7?" He rubbed his chin against your shoulder. The stubble raking across the soft fabric created a scratchy sound that made you squirm.

You turned your head to look him in the eye and said, "It was 8, actually." You smirked and watched his expression change from lust to surprise.

"It was ... hah. I must've missed one. Well, then, I should try harder. No? Maybe I'll make you laugh. Or maybe I won't. Maybe I'll just make you moan and cry my name."

You closed your eyes as he ran his hand up the inside of your thigh. "Stop playing with me, Kats. This isn't ... this isn't how it should be." You couldn't believe you were saying those words. But they were the truth. This wasn't how it should be.

But it was how you both wanted it to be. You knew it. You knew that neither of you had the willpower to stop this. To turn away from it.

"You want me to stop, darlin'? You want me to walk away from you, go back to the shower, and pretend like this never happened? Is that what you want?" He was so close to your face that you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin.

You shook your head, still looking him in the eye. "No. I don't want you to stop. I want you to make me laugh. And moan. And ... and cry your name. But, Kats ... just, don't fuck with me right now. Ok? Just ... don't. Please. I can't handle it right now."

"Ok. I promise. No fucking with you. I'll keep it real. If I'm gonna laugh at you, I'll laugh because you're being funny. I won't fuck with you. I don't wanna make you mad at me. Not right now. Just wanna make you ... happy. Make you feel good. Make you feel like you used to. Like you should. Like we should."

You closed your eyes and nodded. You wanted to believe him. You wanted to believe that this was just something that you two needed to get out of your systems. Something that had been building for weeks and was now about to spill over.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, pulling him in by the waist. He kissed you back and lifted your leg up, pressing his hardness against your thigh. The feeling made your head spin. It made your body ache for him.

He grabbed your hand and guided it to his cock, letting you wrap your fingers around it. You felt him flex and harden even more in your grip. You sighed and bit your lip. You wanted him so bad.

"Take it off." He said. He took a couple of steps back and looked at you, serious as hell. "Take it all off. Let me see you." He watched you.

You stood there, still pressed against the wall, and pulled your shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the ground. You reached behind you and unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the floor on top of your shirt. You slid your pants and underwear down your legs, stepping out of them and kicking them away.

You stood there, naked and vulnerable, waiting for him to say or do something. But he just looked at you. Like he was trying to memorize every curve and angle of your body. Like he wanted to remember what you looked like.

"You're so goddamn beautiful, y/n. So fuckin' beautiful." He took a deep breath and shook his head, running his hand through his hair. "You ready for me?"

"I - yes. I'm ready. Are you? Are you ready … for me?"

"More than you could ever imagine." He stepped toward you and wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and carrying you to the bed. He laid you down and looked at you, his eyes searching yours for a moment before he started to kiss his way down your body.

He licked and sucked at your skin, leaving marks in his wake. He knew that he shouldn't be marking you up but he couldn't help it. He wanted everyone to know that you were his.

In whatever way he could have right now. 

He would take it. 

And he would leave it.

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[catholic-character-tournament]

Round 3 - Resurrect Bracket (Losers Bracket)

ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to [make it to the finals]

Propaganda below ⬇️

John

he’s literally a priest and he’s literally my little meowmeow. i don’t have words right now but i love him. thanks

What he is about to do has not been approved by the Vatican.

He’s a priest whose entire job is exorcising and hunting down demons. The Vatican does not want this. But he sure does do it!

i have nothing else to say but john ward shouldn’t be that fucking big why the fuck does the wiki say he’s 6’2 its not right it isn’t FAIR

Father Garcia is also a candidate but I wasn’t sure if you wanted more than one from the same series. I guess John does have a crisis of faith after all the stuff that happens but in 2/3 of the chapter 3 endings he continues fighting demons and stuff so ultimately he’s still catholic (he dies in the other ending so he doesn’t even leave the faith then).

hes so skrunkly and dumb, he makes mistakes then cries, hes too harsh on himself i want him dead but if he dies im gonna cry

look i know he’s atari graphics but he’s THE GUY ok?

he is *what i’m about to do isn’t approved by the vatican* incarnate -both literally and figuratively insane IT’S MORTIS TIME!!! and he mortised all over the demons

i want him in cat ears

He is so fucking traumatized and his faith is CONSTANTLY TESTED. He’s god’s soppiest little priest man and idk how he does it. But he remains faithful !! the bonus is that i have him in my brain (i have DID)

Performs an exorcism NOT approved by the vatican🙌🙌 fails and shoots that demon with a gun 🔥🔥🔥

so i’m not ENTIRELY sure if he counts as catholic because i don’t really know the difference between christianity and catholicism as i’m not personally religious (the creator of faith is christian). but basically he fails an exorcism then battles demons and a cult because they wont leave him alone

Knuckles

Knuckles is very heavily Christ-coded - walking on water, resurrection, prophecies, the whole nine yards. Not necessarily Catholic specifically, but I feel like there’s a comparison to be made between the Brotherhood and the Catholic Church as a structure. Also he’s made it to the semi finals of the Christ coded tournament if that means anything to you

God this whole thing was literally insane. Also pretty much completely forgotten as soon as p*nders was off the comic, which was probably for the best tbh.

Ken penders did a lot of wierd fucking bullshit, and made knuckles literally Jesus.

Nothing left to say except another fuck ken penders.

#father john ward #father ward #john ward #faith game #faith unholy trinity #cct polls #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr polls #polls #r3losers #knuckles the echidna #sonic the hedgehog

[gingerbreadmonsters]

ALL MINE

or: it’s easy to have a good time, if you don’t mind getting a little messy - all it takes is meringue, cream, and strawberries.

the long-awaited finale of LOVE HEART! gn!reader, domestic fluff to smut, absolutely and without exception minors dni. this is… a lot more explicit than i thought it was going to be - i really didn’t think i had this in me, but what @ejunkiet wants, @ejunkiet gets! i hope this does the hot boi summer aesthetic justice :) sweetheart’s a brit because i say so - it’s not necessary for the plot, but quite frankly i think it’s a crime that eton mess and trifle don’t exist in america, and this is my only way of promoting them, so there you go. @solclaw is the source of all knowledge, and i am making trifle in their honour - rowan darling there is always an extra bowl for you! 

sweetheart is gender neutral, and their anatomy is not described. milo’s skin is stated to be of an appropriate colour to show love bites, but no specific colour is mentioned and the reader’s skin is not described at all. milo being an excellent sous chef for just over 3600 words.

this fic contains explicit content, and is 18+ only. minors please do not interact with this one i am BEGGING you. thank you.

“sweetheart, you’ve, uh… you’ve got a little somethin’ just there…”

“here?”

“a little higher, to the left - no, no, your left - let me just-”

he licks his thumb and strokes it over your cheek, wiping away the stickiness as your lips pull into a very familiar smirk. christ, he knows that look, knows what it means when you run your tongue over your teeth, eyebrow cocked and head tilted to the right - it usually means that whatever you’re about to say probably isn’t fit for polite company.

“it’s not fair - how come i always get it all over my face?”

damn that mouth of yours - even when he knows it’s coming, you still get him blushing up a storm. “not my fault you’re such a messy eater, sweetheart. maybe i oughta have you wearin’ an apron next time.”

you smack lightly him in the arm with the wooden spoon, laughing at his mock-outraged expression as you go back to your cake batter. “go and get me one then, lover boy. it’s weird to hear you telling me to put on clothes, though.”

he… yeah, he doesn’t really have a comeback to that.

the two of you have been in the kitchen all morning, putting together the desserts for david’s birthday party this afternoon. it’s pretty fucking warm today, early summer and all, so you’ve got all the windows open and the fan going full blast to try and balance out the heat from the oven. both of you are sweating from the humidity, so he’s can’t really be surprised you’d forgone the apron for a little while.

david always insists that he doesn’t want anything for his birthday, but the rest of the pack - as happens every year, and’ll probably happen until the end of time - has other ideas. about a month ago, his mate had sent him off on some errand or other and got straight on a video call with you, sam, and ash’s mate to get something together.

(he still can’t figure out how the four of you seem to read each other’s minds, ‘cause the lot of you can be fucking terrifying when you’re on a mission. if he’s honest, he’s still not recovered from that goddamn prank with the door, and he knows that ash has lived in permanent fear of sam’s overhand serve ever since his mate had made the dubiously-successful suggestion of late-night tennis. it’s got to be something to do with this secretive “mates’ group chat” he’s heard legends of…)

(it gets a little more complicated when you’ve got to get the actual wolves involved, but david’s mate is a force to be reckoned with when it comes to organising shit. jesus, it’s like they’re the alpha, sometimes, and you’ve told him that you’ve met superiors at DUMP that are less intimidating. it’s no bad thing - that’s what you need when you’re dealing with a crack team like the one right here.)

(well, maybe less of a crack team, and more of a team on crack, but that’s what you get for trying to get him and ash to actually stop bickering and decide on a playlist or whatever.)

in any case, the pair of you have been put in charge of desserts for today - well, nobody was going to have ash go anywhere near anything that needed to be edible, and sam had declined politely, saying something about how “unless david’s developed a taste for O negative, i might not be too much help in the caterin’ department”. fair enough.

it doesn’t help that basically the whole pack is coming, and wolves aren’t exactly known for their, uh, delicate eating habits. you’re going to need a lot of food, and as if that wasn’t enough, you’re going to have to impress david fucking shaw. looks like the fridge is going to be working overtime in this weather, huh?

you’d taken it as a challenge, which meant that yesterday evening had been dedicated to all of the shit that needed to set overnight: tiramisu, cheesecake, chocolate tart, caramel shortbread… he doesn’t know how the hell you managed to balance it all in the fridge, but he’s not touching it, not a chance.

(it’s got to the point where he had to ask you to grab him another can of soda off the shelf because he wasn’t looking to accidentally knock something over - you’d thought it was funny, but he’d been dead serious! that new flavour you bought - the ones in the pink cans? - is really good, especially in this heat, but it’s not worth a dessert catastrophe, alright?)

(he’s especially not going near the trifle on the middle shelf - it looks pretty freaking impressive, what with all the layers and shit, but he doesn’t need you mad at him for swiping one of the raspberries off the top.)

(he remembers you making it last time, when his ma’d come over for lunch at the weekend, and you’d damn near kicked his shit in for accidentally trying to put the custard in before the cream. let’s just say he’d got the message loud and clear - he doesn’t get in the way when you make trifle any more.)

this morning’s endeavours have got you two dashing about trying to get the last few desserts finished, in a flurry of buttercream and baking powder. neither of you could remember whether david likes chocolate or vanilla more, and his mate’s not picking up, so you’d just made both - the victoria sponge is cooling on the rack over by the microwave, and the chocolate cake’s just come out of the oven.

fuck, it’s hot in here today.

the morning is almost unbearably humid, sun beating down outside between a few, sparse clouds. looks like you’re both going to need a shower before you go, as if there wasn’t enough to do. his shirt’s unbuttoned, sleeves pushed up to the elbows and collar hanging open, and he’d be tempted to take it off entirely if he didn’t know that when he does that, you almost always end up late.

you’ve got all of the ingredients for cream puffs (at least, he thinks that’s what they’ll be? you’d rattled off some fancy name, and he’d just kind of nodded and gone back to his strawberry mousse) laid out on the counter, while he slices up some kiwi for the fruit salad.

he’s not bad at cooking, by any means, but you’re the pro when it comes to desserts - he’s really just your sous chef today, and the system seems to be working pretty well.

(hey, it’s not like he minds you bossing him around a bit. he certainly hasn’t been complaining about the view today, seeing as the warm weather’s got you wearing a little less than normal.. and christ, when you do that thing where you grab him by the hips to move him out of the way? you know exactly what that does to him, you little minx.)

speaking of b- wait, what the hell are you- “sweetheart, what on earth…?”

you appear to be bashing the ever-loving shit out of the meringues he’d bought from the store yesterday with a rolling pin, and a plume of powdered sugar drifts up out of the bowl to get blown apart by the fan as you look up at him.

“eton mess,” you say, as if that explains everything. “can you pass me the strawberries?”

you’ve eaten what? he takes a big gulp of soda and watches as you tip the strawberries into the massive bowl, followed by an equally-enormous helping of whipped cream, and start mixing it all together. is that all you’re going to do? oh, wait, you’re adding a few handfuls of blueberries and… yeah, you’re just carrying it over to the fridge.

“it’s really nice, actually. sweetened cream, fruit, and smashed-up meringue. plus, it’s meant to look like a trainwreck because it literally has mess in the name, so david can’t complain.”

actually, that’s a pretty good idea. he drops the empty can into the trash, already missing the coolness of the metal on his warm skin, and reaches for another kiwi. “well then, i’ll guess have to try some when we get there, won’t i?”

you stop just in front of him on your path to the fridge, holding the bowl in one arm, and catch his wrist with the other.

“...sweetheart?”

“we have to be there at 1, right?”

what’s that look on your face? yeah, that’s what the text from ash’s mate had said. “well, the party actually starts at 2, but we gotta give the others a hand setting up, first. why?”

“did you want to try some now?”

he’s not quite sure what you mean, and your fond little huff tells him that he’s probably making that dumb expression that you keep telling him is cute, but he thinks is plain embarrassing.

“the eton mess, genius. want some?”

well, it can’t hurt, can it? not if you’re offering, surely. plus, you’d just said it was supposed to look all jumbled up, so nobody’ll miss a little bit of cream off the top. he reaches behind him to grab a teaspoon when-

“mmmm, it’s really sweet.”

his jaw drops. he swallows heavily, very glad that he hadn’t had a mouthful of soda, watching as you finish licking the cream off your fingers and hum contentedly. there’s a tiny smudge of powdered sugar just by the corner of your lip.

“baby, you gotta…”

the thought tapers off into nothing as you dip your finger back into the bowl and swipe it through the cream, looking up from your hand to meet his gaze. “don’t worry, honey. i already washed my hands.”

your other hand deposits the dessert on the kitchen table behind you, and comes to slide around his waist, under his shirt, as you move closer. idly, he feels your fingers playing with the back of his waistband. his own hands, still sticky with kiwi juice, hover just over your hips.

“go on. try some.”

no need to tell him twice. he leans down and licks your finger into his mouth.

mmmm, you were right, it is good. the sweet cream tastes like vanilla and strawberries, and the crunchy pieces of meringue melt slowly in his mouth. he swirls his tongue around the tip of your finger, eyes closed, lapping up the drops of strawberry juice in the creases and spirals of your fingerprint.

your other hand is digging insistently into his back now, fingernails pressing into the muscle there as his teeth graze across your skin, biting gently at the pad of your fingertip before releasing it from his mouth with an exaggerated pop.

“...how was it?” you’re both breathless, not an inch of space between you as he slowly licks his lips.

“i’m not too sure, sweetheart,” as he spins you both around so you’re leaning up against the counter, “i might need another taste to make sure.”

your answering grin only lasts a split second before he’s kissing you, all tongue and teeth and powdered sugar. sticky hands come up to cup your jaw as you greedily reciprocate, hastily untying the knot of your apron behind you.

everything is hot, the fiery heat of your lips against his as he growls softly into your mouth, and he briefly thinks that he probably ought to put the bowl behind you in the fridge before you get too distracted.

the thought is quickly forgotten when he feels you start to play with the tab of his zipper - he tips his head back and gasps as you press burning kisses down his throat, nipping at his adam’s apple.

“baby, baby - aghhh…”

you smile against his skin, cheek resting on his shoulder. “too much?”

“no, nonono, it’s good, ‘s really, really, oh, sweethea- fuckfuckfuckplease-!”

his brain goes delightfully blank as your fingers dip inside the elastic of his boxers and close around his cock. the pressure is just enough to have him groaning, hips twitching forwards into your hand, slow strokes just the way you know he likes.

head spinning, he pulls hazily at the hem of your shirt, too drunk on your touch to hear your laughter (he can’t quite tell if you’re calling him “needy” or “pretty”, and it really could be either), too desperate to worry about the careless way he’s practically tearing your clothes off you.

whatever it was, he’ll buy you a new one.

now that he thinks about it, with what little brainpower he can summon, this is probably why you asked him what time the party started.

“let - hahhh - sweetheart, let me touch you too,” he’s burying himself in your neck frantically, pushing his face against the sweet spot under your jaw, “wanna touch, want you feelin’ good, let m- shit, right there- sweetheart!”

you nod, regretfully withdrawing your hand as he hoists you up to sit on an empty part of the counter, between a stack of cookbooks and the side of the fridge. as soon as you’re settled, he wastes no time in pulling your face back down for another kiss while you shimmy out of the rest of your clothes.

you dangle your shirt just at the edge of his vision, showing off the unfortunate rip in the side seam that couldn’t possibly have been his fault, but you’re quickly placated by his teeth skimming over your now-bare collarbone.

he’s fairly sure you forget about it entirely when he makes good on his promises - one arm hooks around your shoulder and up to the far side of your head to nestle your face down into his neck, and the other runs over your chest and down your stomach until he finds what he’s looking for.

“nnnng, milo- ah!” your stifled keening goes straight to his head as you rock into his hand, voice breaking as he works you harder. he always knows how to make you sloppy, slick snaps of his wrist just where you’re most sensitive. “more, more, need it, yesyesyes-”

he shushes you softly, kissing the top of your head while he makes you see stars. “that’s it, sweetheart, mate, my mate, so good, so so good, that’s my baby…”

your hands scrabble to push his shirt off his shoulders, but it doesn’t quite work with his arm up by your head as he keeps you upright, cheek now against his chest. instead, you settle for reaching back down to stroke him faster this time, feeling more than hearing the growl that shudders through him as you tease the tip.

he feels the pleased thrumming of your mate bond, right in his chest where you’re pressed against him, and curses lowly as you kiss just over where the magic settles. goddamn, does it feel good when you’re both all blissed out like this - heady pleasure ricochets across the bond, building and building inside, misting in his mind until he’s not sure where he ends and you begin.

both of you are shaking now, sticky with sweat and eyes screwed shut as you prop each other up. he knows he’s getting close, faster than usual, but he doesn’t want to stop so soon, especially not when you - fucking hell, when you twist your hand like tha- haaah…

“sweetheart - sweetheart, please, can i…?”

he doesn’t even get the whole question out, although that’s probably for the best seeing as he’s not sure his love-drunk brain can manage full sentences right now. you’re already wrapping your legs around his waist and urging him closer to you, one hand on his shoulder and the other spreading yourself open for him.

“yeah, yeah, please, milo i need you, love you, love you so much…” he can tell that you’re having as much trouble as he is with words, but even so your voice is equal parts lust and love as you lean in to sweetly kiss his nose. fuck, you’re hot, and he can’t help but smile softly at the adoration on your face when he presses his forehead to yours, reaching up to gently smooth his thumb over your cheek.

the world goes blurry for a second as he pushes into you - you’re so warm, so slick and tight, aching for him to fill you, hold you, please you. the mate bond in his chest is white-hot and happy, sparking with joy as you tug him closer. he sets a decent pace, a little faster than normal, savouring the way you stutter and whine with pleasure into his skin.

“feels - mmf! - you, you, i-” the stack of cookbooks by your hip totters as you hastily push it aside, limbs clumsy and breath hitching.

“i, yeah, i know, ‘s good, so fucking perfect, sweetheart-!”

he grinds his cock deeper and deeper, laying you back on the counter and pressing his weight down over your body. the change in angle lets him nudge up against that sweet spot that has you gasping for air, back arching up into him and hot, needy tears threatening to spill over.

he feels the sudden burst of ecstasy as it rushes through you and overflows into your bond, and he moans, long and broken, into your neck. your hand slips between your bodies, lower and lower, so he tilts his hips just a little to give you the room you need to - shit, he loves watching you make yourself feel good, and the way you tighten and tense around him is almost, almost too much.

every instinct tells him to mark you, his mate, and he feels his teeth start to ache as you rock up into him.

he licks over your pulse, feels it pounding under his tongue, and wordlessly urges you to do the same. your free arm loops around him and your fingers tangle into his hair as you seek out the fading hickeys on his neck, a satisfied hum swelling in your chest as new ones blossom in the wake of your mouth.

his teeth dig into your shoulder when you leave a particularly dark love bite just above his collarbone, and he can tell that neither of you are going to last much longer.

“milo, milo- nnnng, so much, can’t… please!”

giddy with pleasure, he threads his arm under your waist to press right back into that sweet spot inside you, the heat of you too much to bear. “yeah, s’okay, sweetheart, s’okay, let go - baby, fuck, mine, my mate, all m- haahh-!”

his core sings with yours, desire and love and bliss washing over the bond and sloshing around in his chest. somehow, his lips find yours, and for a second - no, an hour - no, forever, he and you are paradise.

slowly, the world begins to filter back in, and he watches fondly as you grab the side of the fridge to pull yourself upright.

“how- how long do we have?” your voice is soft and a little hoarser than before.

he blinks up at the clock over by the doorway. “it’s… nearly half past eleven?”

your eyes meet, and you sigh once before pushing him back a step and letting him help you down off the counter. he’s sure that he probably looks totally fucked out right now, hair a mess and eyes still a little dreamy, but he helps you into the bathroom and leaves you to shower.

(he’d much prefer to shower with you, but he knows exactly how that’s going to end, and neither of you need david’s mate yelling at you for turning up late. he’ll be damned if ash and his mate beat you there again.)

walking back into the kitchen, he picks up the remains of both of your clothes and heads towards the bedroom to put them in the laundry hamper, remembering halfway through that he needs to put your bowl of meringue-cream-whatever in the fridge. and finish cutting the fruit. and melt the chocolate, and turn the cake out of the pan, and-

the sound of running water in the bathroom stops. he’ll do it in a minute.

-

surprisingly, you do actually make it to david’s house mostly on time, although unfortunately not before ash catches you two running in from the car. he smiles wickedly as he opens his mouth, presumably to say something about the very obvious hickeys all over milo’s throat, but you cut him off before he can even manage a wolf whistle.

“milo, baby, did you bring the tennis rackets, or is sam going to?”

ash immediately flinches, life apparently flashing before his eyes, and ducks back into the house - presumably to beg his mate not to make him play against sam again. you snicker, leaning into his side, and god, does he love you.

(he did not bring the rackets, thank goodness. david would probably commit a murder if he thought they were going to try and fuck up his yard with tennis.)

(again.)

“you’re somethin’ else, you know that, sweetheart?”

“yeah,” you reply, “and you like it.”

well, he can’t say no to that. the pair of you wave david’s mate over to help you carry the desserts inside, and he’s suddenly overcome with a rush of affection as you heft the stack of cake tins in your arms.

just before you cross the doorway, he stops you.

“hold on a second, baby. i think you’ve, got a little somethin’ just there…”

“hmmm? where?”

he kisses the side of your cheek sweetly, “all gone now, sweetheart. just a little leftover cake mixture, is all.”

your face splits into a devilish grin as you realise what he’s doing, and in the early afternoon sun it makes you look like a goddamn angel.

“not my fault i’m such a messy eater.”

PART 4 - always read the label

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[alexwatchesshows]

Black Sails XI (S2E3) review

Spoilers for up to and including E11.

"You'll either be the death of each other or we'll all end up working for you someday."- Charles Vane

Finally the end of Ned Low, thank fucking god. Vane's reasoning for the whole endeavour is a little all over the place. Max isn't exactly wrong in calling him out on being motivated by his feelings by Eleanor and using the "prize" to explain his moves to his men. I also get the sense that neither of those are what he uses to justify the efforts he went through to himself, though. There was something about Ned Low that felt a little like Charles Vane going completely off the rails and seeing his worst aspects reflected back couldn't have been fun. Still, maybe he's more at peace with his feelings for Eleanor than he normally seems, as he doesn't accept Max's offer of teaching how to stop caring about her (it would be interesting to know what exactly Max would have said if he'd said yes, though). Speaking of Low being Vane's worst traits reflected back at him, that whole interaction between them is unhinged. Low wants a partnership with Vane, as he can only see and appreciate the physical power that Vane holds in having control of the fort, a crew and being a strong fighter himself, and not the type of tactical, political power that Eleanor holds, and thinks that with the might of the two of them combined they'd have no issues whatsoever. Normally this would sound like Vane's kind of reasoning, but, whether it's because of his feelings for Eleanor or him maturing in his reasoning, he doesn't take him up on the offer. Instead, we get an absolutely feral fight between the two of them, which really emphasises the "two sides of the same coin" thing, alongside Vane's crew swimming up to Low's ship with fucking knives in their mouths and then killing the rest of his crew. Honestly, by the time Low's head ends up on a pike in the middle of Nassau, I'm not sure whether Vane was a better option.

Whatever it means for Nassau, Vane killing Low definitely gets him back in Eleanor's good books (jesus christ those two just keep making each other worse). I love that he still insists to Eleanor that he didn't kill Low for her. I'm not even sure what he was trying to achieve by telling her that, regardless of what his intentions were. Honestly, maybe he's just a man. And he has Abigail Ashe now. Great.

One upside of the whole Vane/Low/Eleanor debacle is that, as a favour to Max, Vane publicly forgives Anne and Jack. He didn't even seem that bothered by what they'd done to his crew so he was either a) faking nonchalance so they don't know they've gotten to him, b) only pretending to be mad at them because condoning killing your crew isn't a good look, or c) he is literally incapable of holding one opinion or feeling for more than a week. Honestly, I'm leaning towards c, given what we've seen so far, although he does make sure Jack and Anne know that he's only forgiving them as a favour to her, I guess just to keep us all guessing.

Regardless of their career prospects, all is not well between Jack and Anne (but, honestly, when is it ever). Anne is spending more and more time with Max and, as a result, less time with Jack. In return, Jack is going out looking for a crew (albeit unsuccessfully, prior to Vane's intervention) without Anne. Despite this, they actually end up communicating (a rare win)! Anne knows that Max might be manipulating her, Jack knows that Anne can't help her feelings for Max (and is shockingly relaxed about the whole situation), and Anne decides that the solution to this whole dilemma is for them to all sleep together, and, honestly, it seems to work? Good for them. It's also worth noting that this is the first time that Anne is actually undressed around Max, and honestly the connotations of Jack being the only one she feels safe around are both heartbreaking and heartwarming. What a trio, I'm sure nothing will ever go wrong with this.

Meanwhile, over on the Walrus, an equally complicated partnership seems to be forming between Silver and Flint. Dufresne is still quartermaster, which is honestly a very smart and Flint-like move, both in the "keep your friends close and your enemies closer" sense and also because Dufresne did actually make a decent quartermaster, but Silver now holds equal, if not greater, power with the crew. His reports have continued and, as the whole crew now joing in with the foot stomping thing, we can see that, as he predicted, him and his reports are now both needed and appreciated. He's no longer just talking to the crew about the crew, though-- he's also passing down messages from Flint. Against all odds, he's managed to make himself valuable to both crew and captain. In this sense, he definitely holds more power than Dufresne, and is possibly heading towards rivalling Flint. For Flint, all this change is something that he knows he'll have to explain to Eleanor, and, as Dufresne points out, he'll have to, one way or another, justify Gates' death, whether he tells the truth or not. What Flint doesn't expect, however, are the changes that have happened in Nassau since he left (he still references Hornigold controlling the fort, taking for an unchangable fact, as it has likely been the case since he came to Nassau).

We also see that Miranda has not been idle since Flint left (good for her). She seems to have given up on any hopes of getting out of Nassau for the time being and has instead turned to the inner islanders for some level of community. This, of course, is something that Eleanor knows and wants to exploit. Look, I really want to like Eleanor as a character, but it's hard. She starts her conversation with Miranda by implying that she is unremarkable, and that Flint doesn't see her as important, then tries to leverage Miranda's relationships with the inner islanders, then starts questioning Flint and Miranda's relationship. Like Pastor Lambrick, she assumes that Flint and Miranda must hold some kind of leverage over each other that forms the basis for their relationship. Unlike Lambrick, however, she doesn't assume that Miranda is a passive victim in this situation. Somehow, people seem to be incapable of believing that Flint and Miranda just care for each other, or whatever more complicated variation of that that we're slowly learning about through the flashbacks. For her part, Miranda lends weight to the suggestion that it is their shared past that brings her and Flint together. As she tells Eleanor, we, as the audience, and the pirates on Nassau "perceive the effects of Captain Flint's demons, echoes of their voices [but she] know[s] their names. [She] was there when they were born" and, as a result, she knows more of Flint than Eleanor could even understand. Eleanor, after all, doesn't even seem to recognise who Miranda is talking about when she first refers to Flint as James, and apparently has no idea of what his past (the past that we are starting to learn about) might include. So, Eleanor leaves the interaction with very little gained in terms of political power, but potentially more knowledge of Flint (insofar as knowing that there's stuff she doesn't know can be counted as knowledge) and, as Flint arrives in Nassau, she's about to learn a whole lot more.

Flint now trusts Silver enough to make choose him to acompany him into Nassau to get provisions. Almost immediately, they notice that things have changed as Hornigold's flag is now on the beach, but, at least from my perspective, very little of Nassau itself has changed. We are reminded of just how much has happened since they left when Flint arrives to Eleanor looking for a new bodyguard (the Walrus crew were away for more or less the whole Ned Low situation). Honestly, as this series continues, the Eleanor/Flint dynamic really grows on me, and I love that hug between them. They (at least to an extent) trust each other and were evidently worried about each other as they were managing their respective crises, but neither of them is entirely happy with how those crises were managed. Flint is just generally bitter about anything that Vane does (and vice versa) because of the rivalry they just keep up because they can. Eleanor tries to convince Flint that he's being a little bit dramatic about the whole thing, but, as we all know by now, once Flint's made his mind up about something, nobody can convince him to change it. I can sympathise much more with Eleanor's concern about Flint's story-- I don't doubt that she knew he could be violent (he is a pirate captain after all), but murdering his second in command and best friend to pursue a course of action that was evidently a bad idea to begin with is a new level even for Flint. Even turning her use of "what was necessary" back on her doesn't reassure her or convince her that it was the only reasonable course of action, and, even by the end of the conversation, she still seams much more wary of Flint than she was when they were first reunited, a wariness that remains when she later tries to confront Mr Scott about him. She sees that "something is different about [Flint]" from when they last talked and, in all fairness, killing his best friend, surviving a mutiny and a shipwreak and then retaking his position as captain really has taken a toll on him. Flint is, somehow, even less trusting, and even more haunted. Eleanor also tries to talk to Flint about Miranda, but, as we've seen before, getting this man to open up about his past is basically impossible.

While Flint and Eleanor are discussing Gates' death, Hornigold and Silver are having a very similar conversation. Hornigold points out, not incorrectly, that Flint seems to be very good at getting rid of anyone who gets even remotely close to him, but Silver is unbothered. Despite his growing connection to the crew, he still argues that he's only in this whole thing for the money, and that, so long as he doesn't start to believe in Flint, he's safe.

Despite Eleanor's reassurances, when he and Silver reunite, Flint's still pretty mad about Vane holding the fort. Even Silver tries to talk him down, trying to remind him of the irreversable changes he could bring about by directly confronting Vane and so obviously aligning himself with Hornigold. Really, when Silver tells you you're going too far, you should know there's a problem, but Flint decides to go ahead and make another one of his speeches. Ending the episode on "I will rain holy hell down upon him" can't be a good sign, can it?

Then there are the London flashbacks. James and Thomas are getting close and are working better and better on trying to resolve the Nassau problem. Meanwhile, things are developing between James and Miranda. It almost looks like the backstory that Richard Guthrie gave is coming to fruition, but, while the actions by themselves match up with his story, the attitudes of the three of them don't. When the three of them are in a room together at the beginning of the episode, it doesn't seem like James and Miranda are somehow keeping secrets or even considering anything like that. Instead, we see the easy companionship between Miranda and Thomas that they are both inviting James into, in this case, through books. It's worth noting that Don Quixote, the book that Miranda gives James, saying that it might help him manage Thomas, is about a man who goes mad and decides he's a knight on a mission to vanquish some vague evil (this is a massive oversimplification, but I read it a while ago and can't remember a whole lot). Essentially, I think Miranda is joking that Thomas will fight for what he thinks is right, regardless of whether it's achievable or what other people think is happening. Given the nature of their relationship, I don't think she's maliciously implying that he's wrong/mad, more just affectionately teasing him about his "impossible" mission. It's also a sweet but also painful parallel to Flint saving La Galatea (another book by Cervantes) for Miranda. They just really love to draw comparisons between those two time periods just to make us hurt, don't they?

We then get a little bit of just James and Miranda. To be honest, I'm not sure how I feel about this whole scene (for now I'm shutting off the gay part of my brain that short circuitted seeing shirtless McGraw). On the one hand, Miranda, as a woman, seeking out a relationship and taking that initiative is subversive, and, especially given the historical context of this show, it doesn't have the same dynamic as it would if a man sought out a woman's house and showed up unannounced, but there's also the class element to the power dynamic. As someone from a working class background, whose career is more or less dependent on being on good terms with the aristocracy, McGraw doesn't necessarily hold all the power in this situation, and Miranda showing up at his place without warning could actually put him at a very real risk. There are always two sides to a situation, and Miranda isn't wrong when she tries to convince James that "there is an inverse relationship between the degree of one's happiness and the concer one suffers for what the neighbours think", and making him aware of the less traditional relationship structures that can exist with the consent of all parties is well-intentioned and has the potential to be a really valuable thing for James, but what she doesn't fully recognise is that, while she and Thomas are okay with rumours, as they can ignore them, James has every reason to be more wary. Ultimately, quietly taking Miranda back to her house was probably the most tactful response to this situation. During this, Miranda takes the opportunity to read him like a fucking book. I don't have a neat way to integrate all these quotes but I feel like they need to be included: "I imagine there are two kinds of men who make their life at sea. Those whose sense of duty forces them to leave any snese of permenance or identity behind them and those for whom that is the attraction"; "I think you're someone who's very good at managing how you're perceived and perhaps getting what you want without anyone ever knowing that you did it or perhaps even if it ever happened". Like, damn, she can just read him like that. It also emphasises a number of similarities between James as McGraw and James as Captain Flint, suggesting that maybe he hasn't fundamentally changed as a person in the years between these two plotlines, but more that different situations have brought different aspects of his personality out. Ultimately, Miranda does seem to figure out the source of James' reluctance to enter into any kind of relationship with her (once they'd both established that Thomas is okay with it), that "[he's] more concerned with whether or not people talk about what [Miranda and James] are doing behind closed doors than with what [they] actually are doing", even if she maybe can't fully grasp the reason behind him feeling this way. Then there's the kiss, suggesting the beginning of their relationship. As I wrote earlier, the external situation seems to be set up as what Richard Guthrie recounted, but what the characters themselves have said doesn't match up-- especially the care that both James and Miranda have for Thomas, and his acceptance of any kind of relationship they might have.

But clearly something happened, as we now see Flint and Miranda in Nassau. Although Miranda has now found some kind of community among the inner islanders, it's a big difference from what we see of her life in London.

Then there's the inscription in the book Flint leaves for her. It's so soft and intimate, and yet it also reminds us of their fight in season one. Miranda is happier, but Flint wouldn't get them out of Nassau, and now Miranda is building a kind of life wihout him, much like he did with his life as a pirate.

We can see the beginning and the end now, but not how the two link up.

#this did take like 20 days to write #i've been busy with other stuff #black sails #black sails review #black sails spoilers #my posts #tv shows #episode review #tv reviews #tv show review #tv #spoiler

[shitshowkb]

FINALLY started watching SEAL Team and because this is clearly my new favorite thing to do, I will be writing my reactions/emotions down as i go, so here we go:

✧ SEAL Team season 1 spoilers under the cut ✧

finally watching SEAL Team and decided to write my reactions/emotions down as i go:

• david boreanaz is so mf fine

• and max thieriot 😍

• clay spenser loml

• i literally can not stand ash spenser omg

• oh god his shoot isn't working

• oh shit, is he gonna die!?!?

• yep he's gonna die

• nooo not brian, why'd it have to be brian? 😭

• that smirk on clay's face during that SERE interrogation 🥵

• "actually i'm still kind of thirsty" this man i stg

• my boy made it through SERE

• not the boys sneaking off to get some spicy chicken

• hayes with his hat on backwards 🥵

• 8am and bring beer? these are my kind of people 😅

• this mans smile makes me WEAK

• i am CONFUSED

✧ lowkey got super into the show and forgot to write my reactions, but i'm on the episodes where the boys are in afghanistan on their deployment tryna figure out who put the hit on echo team & i'm stressed tf out, i think i have like 4 more episodes in season 1 ✧

• not these grown ass me throwing darts at each others feet

• oh shit, ray's frag killed a little boy

• this man needs to stop lying about his injured shoulder

• god clay is gorgeous, i will never get over it

• also brock??? that man is fine as hell

• "what are you not telling me?" babe his shoulder is FUCKED

• SPENSE IS SO MF FINE

• jesus that was stressful

• also jason hayes could ruin my life, i'd thank him & let me him come back & do it all over again

• man i feel so bad for ray bc that little boy died but also homie you lied about being okay before deployment???

• "i want to deliver him to you" idk man that sounds too easy, is this a trap???

• this feels like a trap

• lmao i am so in love with clay spenser

• oh shit

• all of this kidnapping shit for a talk???

• homie is not only going to show you where to find his brother but also tell you how to kill him???

• this shit has to be a trap

• still pissed that ray lied about his shoulder & now he's in there spilling the tea about his injury

• oh okay??? this man does not even care about ray's shoulder

• fr tho ray GO SEE A DAMN DOCTOR

• this journalist gets on my mf nerves

• i do not like the vibes i'm getting rn

• yeah no i don't like this

• oh god oh god oh god

• something bad is gonna happen, i can feel it

• OH GOD NO

• OF FUCKING COURSE THE EPISODE ENDS LIKE THAT

• so i obviously know that these guys survive because they're still on the show but COME ON this is so mf stressful

• oh god no

• holy shit

• this shit just keeps getting worse omg

• "I AM NOT EMOTIONAL!" sonny babe you really are

• sonny is stressed tf out, someone better buy him all the beers when they get home

• covered in dirt & bleeding and clay is still fine as hell

• oh god not again

• if jason hayes doesn't sit his stupid ass still omg

• what the actual fuck jason

• jason hayes needs his ass beat, i don't care if he has a head injury

• is that mans bone sticking out of his arm?? 🤢

• damn, i knew medders was dead :(

• oh god is shit gonna go down again

• can these boys please go back to the states like now??? thanks

• this mf and his concussion does not need to going out right now omg

• omfg get tf outta this damn mountain

• well fuck

• jase and the girls are about to fuck some shit up

• oh shit danny overdosed???

• jase is really planning to just kill cutter? lmfao

• i am so excited for the crew to go home

• clay's car 😍

• i feel so bad for davis :(

• stella stayed composed way longer than i would've, i'd have seen clay & lost my shit

• sonny needs a hug :(

• dear god, jase needs to go get his head checked

• someone please get this man some help

• OF COURSE THE SEASON ENDED WITH THAT

#seal team #seal team season 1 #jason hayes #clay spenser #ray perry #sonny quinn #lisa davis #mandy ellis #eric blackburn #brock reynolds #stella baxter #i'm in love with clay

[ericadolohan]

BEG

Charlotte has always been the bitchy kind of student, gossiping and starting fights. Some despise her attitude, while some Idolise her confidence. She doesn't mind her haters… except Mr. Asshole.

Thank fucking God the bell finally rang. If I spend any more time in here, I would lose it and go batshit on every one in here with a fucking bat. Speaking of baseball bats. I have gymnastics training today… Ah, fuck it. I won't show up. I'm already good at gymnastics anyways. I'm the best. Captain and all. I'll win the competition even if I don't train. Fuck my bitchy coach—

“Miss Charlotte.”

Son of a fucking bitch.

I groaned, turning around, tensing my face just to keep my eyes from glaring at Mr. Asshole. “Yes, sir?”

I look at the dick that always keeps me from going home at the right time just because I'm bitchy. Bias.

“What did I tell you about talking bad about anyone? I know I only said this student wise but Jesus Christ, Charlotte! Talking behind your professor's back. Wow! You're worse than I thought.” The dramatic fucker sarcastically laughed.

Do English professors always have to have all this dramatic reaction? Added with his smartassery he just became the most annoying professor– person I have ever encountered.

I rolled my eyes and walked away. “I was only being honest, Mr. Bennett.” I'm so fucking done. I just want to go home.

Mr. Bennett walked in front of me, blocking my way. He crossed his arms, glaring at me. “Can you please tell me what's honest about calling me an asshole?”

Oh, he really isn't letting me go this time. Might as well let him know.

“Why wouldn't I call you an asshole? You're always sending me to the office for shit that other people in your class do all the time. Let's be honest, you know this, you have some shitty grudge against me and you're using your position as professor to get back at me.”

I smirked as I watched the shock in Mr. Bennett’s face, his hazel eyes widening… and contorting into confusion like what I said wasn't true.

“I don't have a grudge against you, Miss Charlotte. I'm simply looking out for your well being as a student. Yes, other students in my class do what you do too; I haven't punished them for it because I still haven't caught them. I need proof, Miss Charlotte and I have a lot of proof against you.”

“I—” “Sh!” Mr. Bennett cut me off. “Let's continue this conversation in my office… or the principal’s. This is your third offence, Miss Charlotte. Wait for me in my office.”

I clenched my teeth, frustrated but… Ha! He's losing. I can already see myself exposing his petty ass.

I looked around the hallway, seeing some students and teacher's walking silently. They're hiding it but I know they all heard what I said. Against me or against him? Doesn't matter, I'll make them see the truth.

I threw back my ash brown hair, a smile on my face as I walked to his office like a fucking model. I opened the door, slamming it closed without care.

I sat down in the cheap yet comfortable black office chair. How is it cheap? Simple, who buys an expensive chair that isn't for you? And his office chair is definitely much more expensive. Leather and all.

I set my bag on his wooden varnished desk, not caring about his own stuff. He won't mind. I won't mind what he says. He always berates me for everything I do. What the fuck did I do to him?!

At least he has good taste in colour. I'm definitely a fan of brown. I wish our uniform was brown. Black's too fucking boring.

He unfortunately still isn't arriving… I took out my phone. Might as well check my… He's not my boyfriend however I do fuck with him. My real life dildo.

…I wish there's something more though. No matter how fun it is to just fuck and not get involved with any stress that comes with real relationships, it gets exhausting sometimes.

I sometimes imagine what it feels, to hold hands and everything. But, who knows?

…Maybe I just listened to too much romantic music.

*Creak~*

I straightened my posture. Turning my hair into a bitchy style. I'm not really bitchy but to this man? Absolutely. I'll make sure to scream every word I'll say so everyone will hear how petty this sad excuse of a professor is.

He entered the room at a fast pace, hurrying to just throw away his bag and settle down on his chair… Always.

This is the fifth time I'm here, always because of him. I only got three offences because he wasn't able to prove the two.

And in all of those times, he always comes in like he ran a marathon. His black hair messy, suit and tie crumpled and reeking of sweat. He honestly smells good so I don't mind it. I wonder what brand of deodorant he uses.

His hazel eyes opened, sight in the ceiling, and to me.

I smiled sarcastically.

He sat up straight, fixing himself. “I hope during your time alone in here has made you realise that you're in the wrong… Though I highly doubt that.”

“I did. I wish you had your own alone time too, so you can realise how petty you are, Mr. Bennett.”

I stood up, leaning on his desk, looking at his eyes, smirking. “Just because you're a professor doesn't mean you can belittle me. I'm an adult just like you. Yes, I'm a little immature, however you should look at yourself in the mirror, you're just as immature, holding a grudge on me and using your authority to make me suffer.”

Mr. Bennett frowned at me, clenching his teeth to keep his glare despite his weakness… from exhaustion or from fear?

I like the thought of fear.

“I am not belittling you. I just said the truth about your attitude, which I have proof of… Uhm, I don't have a grudge against you, I simply have proof of your offences. If I have proof of every student's wrong doing I would do the same to them, as it is obvious…”

“How the fuck is that fair—”

“You got recorded talking shit behind every one's back, professor and student. You fought with another student in front of the principal’s office…”

“She—”

“Yes, she's a snake however that doesn't mean you can just have a fight with her at school, especially in front of the principal’s office…”

He let out an exhausted sigh… Eyes falling onto something they shouldn't.

…Who knew?

“That's quite an essay for someone who can't keep his eyes straight.”

Mr. Bennett’s eyes widened in horror making me cackle.

“You seem confused about where my eyes are.”

“I don't know what you're talking about.” Mr. Bennett clenched his fist, trying to keep his eyes to mine but was obviously tempted.

He wasn't weak from exhaustion or fear. But this is so much better!

“Now I know…” I grabbed his tie, pulling him close to me, flashing my lipstick red grin. “You don't have a grudge on me Mr. Bennett. I believe you.” I leaned towards his ear. “You're a creep.”

Mr. Bennett grabbed my wrist but I didn't let go. “I am not!” I feel powerful.

I leaned back, slightly stretching my back. Am I teasing him? No doubt. “You sure? Why did your eyes become Dora The Explorer on my tits then?”

Mr. Bennett grit his teeth, clearly panicking as his eyes looked for an answer, excuse to give me.

“I'm a man… It's not my fucking fault you're dressed like a slut!”

I frowned. It's none of his business what I'm wearing. This is my choice. He should learn not to be a creep.

I smiled, a cocky and seductive mocking smile. “You find my assets nice to look at? Your student's assets? Pervert.”

Mr. Bennett stood up, trying to push me away, no doubt trying to avoid the feeling of shame I'm putting him in. But I didn't let go of his tie, I held him near. Like I said, I feel powerful and with how many times he made me feel humiliated, there's no way I'm going to let him go easily.

“Stop! This is inappropriate. Go get a jacket and cover yourself. It wasn't my fault.” He took off his jacket and shoved it on my face, almost pushing me away; I didn’t become the captain of the gymnastics team out of the blue.

“What if I don't want to? What I wear is my choice.” I pulled him closer, smiling, my pearly white teeth showing as my eyes filled with a sadistic joy. I grabbed his hand, forcing them in my chest, near my breast. Yet I'm not going to give him any. “Just so you know, I don't wear any paddings. These are real.”

Mr. Bennett tried to pull away his hand… weakly. The pervert clearly didn’t want to. I didn’t even hold back his hand—

“Charlotte…” His hazel eyes turned dark, his breathing coming out raspy, like a growl as he clenched his teeth. “Stop…”

My mouth opened in shock. His voice was… what the fuck. He always had a deep voice but, it wasn't this… arousing.

“What would happen if I don't stop?” I stared into his dark hazel eyes that are boring into me. I'm trembling… I like it.

“You don't want to know.” He let out a heavy hot breath.

I believe him. I'm sure that I don't. However… I like the thrill. This thrill of the forbidden and this dangerous man I am holding.

“What if I do?”

Mr. Bennett’s eyes widened… narrowed. He sighed, to my disappointment. “You're dismissed, Miss Charlotte.” He took off his tie, and gently pushed me away before walking to the corner of his small office.

I stared at him, speechless. For a second he became a hot sexy man that could be the living epitome of a girl's dreams and now… He's back to that one annoying professor who won't mind his business.

I feel like I'm in a room with two men. How can this unlikable piece of shit be so… sexy…

He's wearing such thick clothing, I wonder… No, it's his aura. His dark, terrifying yet thrilling and charming aura is what made him lose my breath, shake and… made my panties wet for a second…

What a disappointment.

“What are you still doing here, Charlotte?”

He's in chains in that corner. If it weren't for his self control I would no doubt be already devoured… And I would probably let him.

“I'm not leaving.”

He turned his head around, his hazel eyes wide in shock and by the thinning thread of his self control.

I smirked. I'm going to rip that thread and… hopefully what will happen will stir me up just as much.

I walked towards him, a slow yet loud steps, just like my heartbeat which is getting faster each time I took a step. “I—”

*Thud!*

I cringed at the pain from my back hitting something hard. I looked up, seeing Mr. Bennett’s eyes so close to mine, his hot breath hitting lips. His veiny hands holding my wrists down the desk.

Our bags fell to the ground, along with his many papers that he suddenly placed no importance to.

“...” Mr. Bennett clenched his teeth, his hazel eyes twitching with every breath he took. “Do you have any idea what you're getting into?”

I smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek. “I don't, but I'm ready for it.”

He breathed, letting out a growl which he had been holding back. Fuck, that's so sexy.

“Are you sure? Are you sure?” An ultimatum… An exciting feeling of fear rushed through me.

I might regret this, especially because this is with Mr. Bennet, the most annoying man I've ever met, my English professor but… This is also Mr. Bennett, and I like the thrill of the forbidden.

“Yes, Mr. Be— Ah!”

He grabbed my hair and pulled my face closer to his, making me see his hazel eye's arousing fury. “Sir. Your master, Sebastian.” He demanded.

“Yes…” I swallowed. “Sir.”

A dark chuckle escaped from his lips. He brought his hand, caressing my cheek, shoulders then my thighs. “Good girl.”

My breath hitched, losing my breath with every touch he gave me. My thighs are sticky. I hope he doesn't touch my wetness—

His hand crept near my panty covered wet hole. “This feels like a waterfall here.”

He gave my pussy a painful yet pleasurable slap. “Such a naughty student you are.” He grinned, showing his pearly whites. “You're much worse than I thought.”

I never felt so embarrassed, however I don't feel any shame. He makes me feel good… pleasurable, delightful. Maybe I'm masochistic, maybe all the boys I had in bed are just inexperienced—

“Ah!”

He shut me up with a kiss, silencing my shock from him entering a finger inside me without any warning.

“Focus on me, Charlotte.”

I nodded—

He pulled back his finger, staring at me, waiting with a strict face.

I felt my cheeks heat up. “Yes, sir.”

He let out a satisfied hum and placed his finger back in, wiggling it, trying to find that one spot, which he successfully did, resulting with an unexpected massive amount of pleasure I have never felt before. He's magically fast too.

“Want me to play with your clit?”

I look at him… Does he really have to ask?

I nod.

He nipped my ear, kissing it before resting his head on my neck. “Beg.” A blissful flick by his expert fingers struck my g-spot.

I wanted to answer. If his fingers penetrating me is pleasurable, I can only imagine it being combined with my sensitive nub. However I'm in too much pleasure, every time I open my mouth, all that comes out are moans, gasps or whimpers.

He finally slowed down.

“S-stop— Ah!”

He slapped my ass, ripping my ass apart to give me a more proper slap.

“I slowed down so you could beg. Quit running your mouth. Beg.”

I nodded, moaning… He didn't slow down this time. I looked at him, begging him with my eyes however, he's merciless, cruel and strict. “Beg.”

Tears fell from my eyes as I clenched my teeth, my hands painfully gripping the wooden desk. I took a deep breath. “P-please…”

He slapped my ass again, glaring at me. “Please what?”

“Please, sir! Play with my clit, master Sebastian!”

He laughed, kissing my inner thigh. “Good girl. You asked so nicely. I'll go slow for your sake.”

Sebastian finally pressed his thumb in my aching nub… frustratingly slow.

“Fucker, go faster!”

He slapped my aching clit, glaring at me with anger. “Watch your mouth. That is no way to speak to me.”

He caressed my pained pussy with care. “But I guess I have become a little… caring to you. Which is unfair. I'll let this one slide.”

His rough fingertips touched my red nub, and finally, he went fast, rough, with no mercy. And my moans heightened. I can only hope that no one is outside to hear us.

But I doubt he cares, with his heavy breathing and his restrained dick humping my leg…

“You want to put it in me?”

His narrowed eyes widened. “Huh?”

I flash a salacious smile as I bring my hand to his crotch, my index fingers tracing the clear tent in his slacks. “You have to beg for that.”

He chuckled, looking at me like what came out of my mouth was ridiculous. “You're in no position to ask me to beg, Charlotte.”

I grabbed his collar, making him stand up and retract his hands from my pussy. “Well sir, I don't follow rules. You have to beg.”

He frowned, still I showed no signs of taking back my requirement.

He took a deep breath, looking away. “Please… Charlotte, let me fuck you.”

I grabbed his face and forced him back to facing me. “Look me in the eyes, Sebastian. Repeat.”

Sebastian was hesitant, shy despite all that dominance he showed me earlier. He bit his lip and dragged his eyes from the coffee carpet of his office, and into my green eyes.

He swallowed, his face full of embarrassment and desperation, as he opened his mouth, begging. “Please, Charlotte. Let me fuck you.”

I giggled, letting out an amused sigh. “Back away.”

He was confused yet followed. Good boy.

I sat comfortably on his desk, taking off my constraining tie before looking at him with a smile.

“Take off your clothes.”

I gave him a sarcastic act of begging. “Do it slowly, sir.”

He glared at me. “You—”

I crossed my legs. “Are you going to do it or what?”

He became silent and looked away— “Look me in the eyes.”

He looked at me, giving me a scowl. Is he humiliated? That's amusing.

I'm sure the word bitch is just at the tip of his tongue but, his own tip is so desperate for me right now.

He shakily grabbed the buttons of his dress-shirt, slowly unbuttoning them down and throwing it away. Next he pulled away his white shirt, finally showing me those tasty looking six packs and meaty biceps. I'll make sure to feel those later.

“Continue.”

He gulped, looked away again but he's learning. He went back to my eyes, still nervous yet I can see that he liked putting on a show for me.

He carefully unlooped his belt then aggressively slapped it to the ground before throwing it away.

Why would you do that when you aren't going to do that to me? You better retrieve that belt later.

He smirked.

He slowly, painfully pushed down his slacks down to his ankles before kicking it along with his socks and shoes.

Now I can see the huge outline of his dick behind his boxers… Probably about six inches. Holy shit… Can I even take that?

“Take off my boxers.”

I looked at him, eyes wide. His deep seductive voice putting a spell on me but, no—

“Do you want to see my cock?”

“Do you want to fuck me?” I glared at him. I'm not going to make him order me around again. It's my turn.

He laughed, grinning at me, amused. “One of us has to do it. It ain't going to be me.”

I smirked, still frustrated however, I like the challenge. “We'll see.”

We both looked at each other's eyes, amused and painfully frustrated by all the teasing we're both doing to each of us. None of us wants to be the submissive one, that's clear with all the shaking we're doing against our waning self control. One of us will break eventually… And unfortunately, it's me.

I stood up from the desk— Sebastian’s fingers are hooked onto his boxers.

I laughed. “Who's weaker?”

“You…” He snickered. “And me.”

He continued to pull down his boxers and I continued to help him, my hands touching his, each of us guiding his last piece of clothing to fall down. His glorious six-inch cock popping out, the tip leaking with pre-cum.

He smiled at me, hissing as I looked up at him from my knees. “So?”

I pulled out my tongue, giving his little head a wet petting.

“You better perform well.” I told his little tool.

I stood up and quickly took off my blouse and bra, along with that ugly patterned skirt, socks and shoes. He already took off my panties earlier so my strip job was lessened.

But Sebastian isn't so happy with it. “That was too quick.”

I sat on his desk, feeling the woody texture on my ass. “I don't follow rules, sir.” I slowly opened my legs, revealing his sticky and wet price.

He chuckled and ran up to me, slamming my back on the desk as he towered over me.

His dark hazel eyes watched my excited soul as he snarled. “You're lucky I'm already aching to pound your slutty bitchy cunt right now.” He slapped his cock on my clit before backing away and— “You ready, slut?” “Ye—” —pushed his long girthy cock inside me.

I moan at the feeling of his cock claiming every inch of my cunt, stealing the centimetres of claimed pussy from my previous flings, relationships and toys. And freely made his marks on the parts where no one and nothing has reached yet.

He's big, unbelievably big. I never thought something would fill me so much…

But he's going too fucking slow! “I'm not a virgin, Sebastian! Go fucking faster— argh!”

He started pounding my cunt, going far from a proper fucking. But it isn't painful, no, I feel euphoria. He knows how to properly fuck roughly. Oh my God!

“How am I doing?” He grunted.

I didn’t answer. I can't fucking answer when the moans keep interrupting me. And his moans too, those moans with a mix of grunts and whimpering from how he tries to hold back his pleasure to look at my own pleasure but, he clearly can't.

I really hope I feel just as good for him because I am already approaching my end.

I held onto his back, scratching him, trying to keep my orgasm at bay.

It's too quick. It was never this fast.

“You feel good, Charlotte. So tight for me.” He whimpered. “Are you coming for me, baby?”

I wasn't able to answer but he knew. He absolutely fucking knows.

He snickered. “Come for me. Go on. I want to feel you coming around my dick, Charlotte.”

He grabbed my hair and forced me to look at him. “Come for me, Charlotte.” He demanded as he pounded harder and faster, the lewd slapping filling his small office.

I screamed, crying from ecstasy as I let the lid of my orgasm go. Holding onto him as he watched my face in satisfaction of his work.

I was exhausted, breathing heavily. Yet, he didn’t stop thrusting in and out my cunt.

He went even faster, chasing his own orgasm, watching my face be filled with overflowing and unbearable pleasure from my recent orgasm. He clenched his teeth but didn’t look away. He was watching me and I was watching him, through half opened eyes that we both forced open to see each of our euphoric faces.

He pulled out and quickly forced me on my knees. Snarling, he spilled his cum on my tits, shaking and growling from the pleasure and the sight he no doubt fantasised for a long time.

We both fell on his carpet, catching our breath as we cuddled together, bare and exhausted from the ecstacy we have given each other.

“Charlotte… Are you alright?”

I nod. “That was the best sex I have ever had my entire life.” I told him with an exhausted yet delighted smile.

He smirked. “That was the best sex I've had in a very long time too…”

Sebastian looked away however, I still managed to see his guilty face filled with fear.

“I consented, you know? You asked if I was sure. I'm nineteen. And I was the one who started it.”

Sebastian turned back at me. He's guilty, but not scared, strict instead. “I'm still older… In a position of authority. I should've known better.”

I frowned at him. “You regret it, then?”

He sighed. “...I'm just… y’know. I don't want to lose my job and be seen as that pervert who gave his student detention so they could fuck them. No one wants to be seen as that. However, it already happened and I don't regret it.” His hazel eyes shined at me, a smile on his lips. “I like you, maybe just sexual attraction or something more. I'm not really sure. But I like you. And I don't regret what we have done… As long as I didn’t hurt you.”

I giggled, cheeks heating up. “You didn’t hurt me… I still think you're unfair for constantly giving me detention even if you did it because you like me.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “I didn't give you detention to spend time with you. Don't be delusional. You're just a really bratty student.”

I pouted and laughed. “You know—”

*Ring!* *Ring!*

We both looked at the phone that had fallen from the desk and to the ground… Mrs. Bennett.

I looked at him in disbelief, anger starting to rise inside me. “You have a wife?!”

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