#[janet voice] okay! :)

[bi-demon-ium]

why do i have like seven entirely different beauty and the beast mbs aus rotating in my brain

[bluebayard]

AND THEN I GET HIT WITH A FUCKING KITTEN

[berberriescorner]

"Late Night Cravings"

Characters: Simon Riley x Black!Reader.

Summary: Missing your deployed husband, you get a late-night surprise that satisfies both your cravings and loneliness.

Warnings: Steaminess, a bit of angst, loneliness, fluff, mentions of phone sex with suggestive language and descriptions, mild swearing, and lighthearted humor. Oh, and if I hadn’t already made it clear at the top of my blog: minors DNI. My content is for the grown folks👏🏾.

Authors Note: Hello my lovelies🫶🏾! I've been toying with the idea of writing for the Simon Riley/Ghost fandom for a while now. Thanks to some awesome encouragement, I finally took the plunge! This story idea wouldn't leave me alone, so I decided to say, "What the hell," and give it a shot. I hope I captured Simon to the best of my ability. Please remember that this is my first attempt at a Ghost fic…and, well, “I’M JUST A GIRL!🥺🥹😩😆” Okay, a grown woman, but a girl nonetheless. I had a wonderful time writing this, and I hope you all enjoy reading it. Word Count: 1,700+.

Inspired By♥️🖤:

The clock ticked past midnight, the silence of the empty house amplifying the sound. In the dimly lit kitchen, the soft glow of the refrigerator illuminated your very pregnant features as you rested a hand on your swollen belly. You sighed, heart heavy with longing for the man you loved, miles away on some unknown continent, carrying out numerous dangerous missions.

You stood there, staring at the array of food in the fridge, a wave of emotions washing over you. Pregnancy hormones wreaked havoc on your mood, and tonight, you found yourself overwhelmed with sadness and longing for your husband, Simon.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you reached for the phone on the counter. Your fingers trembled with emotion. You needed him. His comforting presence, the sweet sound of his soothing voice to chase away the loneliness that threatened to consume you.

"Hey, love," Simon’s voice came through the phone, warm and comforting. His tone was deep and smooth like whiskey on a cold winter's night.

Your breath caught in your throat. Simon’s voice was a mixture of relief and longing washing over you. "Hi," you replied sheepishly, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Everythin' alright, angel?" your husband asked, concern lacing his words.

You sniffled, wiping away a stray tear. "I... I just miss you, Si. And I'm so hungry, but nothing in the fridge sounds good."

Simon’s heart ached at the sound of your voice, at the thought of you being alone, in need of comfort. "I wish I could be there with you, angel. You know I miss you more than anythin’."

A sob escaped your lips, emotions threatening to overwhelm you. "I’m sorry, Si. This is probably the last thing you need to deal with right now. I just wish you were home... I need you here. I need you to hold me. To eat junk food with me in the middle of the night. It’s weird not having you with me throughout this pregnancy. I got so used to you being around the first time. It never mattered how late it was. Whatever I craved, you either got up to fetch or prepare it. I miss eating with you. For goodness' sake, I probably sound like a blubbering cow. God I know I sound selfish. I’m sorry, Si."

“That’ll be enough nonsense. No more name-callin’. Eat all you want, beautiful. Vent all you want. ‘S no bother, love. Truly it isn’t.”

A flicker of determination sparked in Simon’s eyes as he listened to your words. "I may not be able to be there in person, but I can still make sure you're taken care of. Give me about ten to twenty minutes, love. I need to sort something out."

You pouted and whispered your agreement as Simon rushed you off the phone, still unsure of how to satisfy your cravings. You plucked a bottled water from the fridge.  You waddled toward the living room. Your smile lit up the room as you noticed a pregnancy pillow on the couch. Simon had scattered them throughout the house before leaving. He wanted you to find comfort in any room while he was away.

Your fingers hovered over the remote, drawn instead to the flashing screen announcing Simon’s incoming call.“Babe, that was quick. I’m excited it’s a video call. I miss your f—” Your words came to a pause. He was no longer among his comrades. Your husband had whisked away to his sleeping quarters, all gear removed aside from his balaclava. Some would find it terrifying, but Simon knew that in the depths of your deviant little mind, you found it sexy, arousing even. The shirt and pants he wore underneath were deliciously form-fitting. He watched as your eyes roamed over his biceps. Though you couldn’t see, you were certain there was a sexy smirk underneath his balaclava.

“Eyes up here, angel,” he commanded, voice smoky and sensual.

“Damn it, Si. Now I’m craving both food and you. You cheeky bastard. Did I mention I miss your sexy ass,” you questioned in a teasing manner.

Simon leaned in closer to the screen, giving you a devilish wink. “Miss you more, angel. If you can stay up late for me tonight, I may have time to call you and render some special sleep aid,” he offered, voice smoldering with desire.

“Can’t we do that now?” you whined, mouth forming a slight pout.

“Not now, love. There are more important matters to handle first. I’m afraid my work isn’t done for the night. Can you be patient for me?”

“Yes, but—”

“Atta girl,” he husked, aware of what those two words would do to you. 

You tried making a convincing argument, but a knock at the front door interrupted the conversation.

Confusion clouded your thoughts as you heard the sound of the doorbell ringing in the background. Stunned, you made your way to the front door, heart racing with anticipation.

Who on earth could be at my door at this hour?

“Um, Si. Baby, there’s—”

“I know. ‘S alright, love. Answer it.”

As you opened the door, your breath caught in your throat at the sight of a delivery bag from McDonald's sitting on the doorstep. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you realized what your husband had done.

"Si, you didn't have to..." you began, your voice filled with gratitude.

"Just open it, love," he interrupted, his voice warm and reassuring.

With watery eyes, you opened the bag to reveal an array of your favorite foods: chicken nuggets, a fish filet, fries, and a vanilla milkshake. Tears welled up in your eyes as you realized the lengths he had gone to make you feel loved and cared for, even from miles away. Simon understood that as a grown-ass woman. You could’ve ordered the food, but he knew it was more about the gesture and putting your mind at ease that mattered most.

"Thank you, baby," you whispered, love overflowing for the man who had stolen your heart many moons ago.

On the other end of the line, Simon smiled, his heart swelling with love for his wife. "Anything for you, angel. Now, let's eat together."

You giggled as his hand waved over an assortment of goodies you had sent in a care package.

“Baby, don’t you have any real food? Anything other than snacks?” you questioned, worried he wasn’t eating enough.

“Johnny’s on kitchen duty tonight. Not takin’ any chances. Eat up, love. Tell me about your day. Is the lil’ lad holdin’ down the fort? Papa left him in charge. And the littlest lad you’re growing? Is he still kickin’ you all night? He’ll be a ball of energy once he’s on the outside. You jus’ wait and see.”

As the two of you sat on the video call, sharing a meal, bonding over the love for your children. You felt closer than ever before. Distance may have kept you apart, but with a little FaceTime, all was right in the world.

After thirty minutes of conversation, the time came and Simon had to go. 

“Duty calls, angel,” he gruffed, slightly annoyed.

“Go fuck some shit up, baby.”

Though your words were encouraging and playful, Simon saw the worry in your eyes. He did his best to put you at ease. Your husband playfully tapped the skull emblem on his mask. “Always a step ahead. Consider it done, love.” You offered a weak smile and chewed your lip nervously. Almost scared to end the call. Underneath the balaclava, his smirk disappeared. Your reservations could be felt even through the screen. Simon’s eyes darted around for a second before lifting his mask briefly. Your eyes connected as the usually stoic man offered you his most sincere attempt to ease your worried mind. Ashamed of him picking up on your innermost thoughts of panic, you broke eye contact. “Look at me, angel.”  The beautiful shade of your orbs landed on his once more. “It’ll be alright, love. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be careful. Get some rest, and do your best to answer later tonight.”

“Jesus. You always know just what to say, and do you have to be so damn sexy when saying it? I just want to eat you.”

Simon dropped his mask back into place, voice lowered. With a hint of a growl, he responded, “Be sure to get that rest while I’m working, love. You’ll need the energy. I don’t care what time it is. When I get back. I want you pickin’ up on the first ring. Have that camera angle ready. ‘M going to watch you ride my pillow until you’re a shakin’, soppin’ wet, messy puddle. You’ll beg me to come. The filth that falls from my lips will be like music to your ears. I’m going to take you apart piece by piece with my words. Just to put you back together and do it all over again. You’ll be chanting the words ‘I can’t. No more, Si.’ How’s that sound, love?”

“Can you leave already? The quicker you depart, the faster you return,” you panted. “Fuck, Si. I’m so achy for you.”

“There will be no playing while I’m gone. Understood,” he asked, voice gravelly.

“Yes,” you purred.

“Yes, what,” he demanded.

“Yes, sir,” you moaned softly.

“Good girl. I have to go now, angel.”

“LT, wheels up in ten,” Johnny shouted from the doorway.”

“ I heard you the first time, MacTavish. Give me a fuckin’ minute.”

“Simon! Be nice,” you bristled.

Your husband turned back to the screen. He rolled his eyes as Johnny leaned in to meddle.

“Hello, dove. When are you going to leave this grumpy bastard for me,” Johnny questioned.

You started to reply with a teasing answer, but Simon cut you off with an irritated grunt.

“Gotta go, angel.”

“Okay, baby. You take care of my man, MacTavish.”

You giggled at Simon threatening Johnny while ending the call.

“MacTavish, flirt with the missus again.” Instead of ending his statement using words, Simon stared Soap down with a cold, emotionless gaze. His head tilted to the now black screen, and his hand moved to rest on one of his now re-holstered weapons. Johnny smirked, slapping a hand on Simon’s back. “That little lady’s got you head over heels LT.” Simon made no argument, just offered a grunt of agreement.

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Inner workings of my mind:

*thirty minutes after posting it-> “they hate it!”*

*takes deep breath. must fight the urge to delete it.*

😆😂🤣.

[violent-darkness]

Use me

Billy Butcher x Joe Kessler x You

Warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, porn without plot, choking, degradation, spanking, whipping, dacryphilia, consensual infliction of pain, bdsm

Notes: I have nothing to say in my defense, your honor. I am clearly a disturbed person. Also, Kessler is kinda mean in this one.

Also, in the same series: Thoughts Little pet Use me pt.2 - the Aftercare

It was one of those endless work days. The tasks just kept on coming. Your eyes stung from all the gazing at the monitor and your neck was in desperate need of a massage – all stiffened up from the lack of movement. And on top of that, that bitch Janet from HR was stepping on your nerves the whole day – dumping you with stuff that wasn't your responsibility in the first place, all the while bragging about her latest boyfriend, who apparently drove a Porsche. You couldn’t wait for this day to be over, to return home, take a nice bath, and go to bed immediately after. But life had other plans. Life being a certain tall Brit called William Butcher.

You opened the door to your apartment, and were greeted by the sight of him sitting with a manspread in the armchair across the door, his signature devilish smile painted all over his face. He was wearing your favorite navy blue Hawaiian shirt, half unbuttoned. The light was dim, with only the soft decorative lamp casting intricate shadows across the room. Your face brightened up at the sight of Butcher, and you gave him a genuine smile, the special one that you were saving only for him.

But it quickly withered upon the sight of someone else sitting on the couch to his right. It took you a moment to recognize him. It was Joe Kessler, his handsome friend with the smug smile and the raspy voice. Butcher had introduced you to him a few weeks ago at a bar. He certainly made an impression on you with his assertive and charming persona. Your brow arched. They were both staring at you with flickers in their eyes, like they were up to something.

“Good evening, luv. How was your day?” Butcher’s gruff voice broke the silence in the room.

“It was okay, I guess. Busy,” you replied. You closed the door behind you and leaned on the wall, reluctant to get closer before getting a grip of the situation.

“Been a good girl, today?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Butcher’s brow furrowed, and a hint of irritation passed through his face.

Stupid mistake. But the presence of Joe Kessler distracted you. You knew what he wanted from you, what was expected.

“Yes, sir,” you corrected yourself.

“You are wearing the thing I told ya?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Show me.”

Your eyes immediately shot to Kessler, who was glancing at you with an amused, smug look, as if he was excited to see if you were up to the challenge.

“Go on, then. Do as I say and come closer,” Butcher demanded of you.

You had no choice but to obey. You were his, after all, and those were the rules. And you took pride in it. Being Butcher’s. You paused for a moment, took a deep breath to collect yourself, then made a few slow steps towards the middle of the room, letting your bag fall on the floor, with a loud thump that echoed across the quiet room. Slowly, with a dramatic gesture, you untied the belt of your trench coat, removed it, and let it fall on the ground. You were trying to prolong the moment as much as possible. Part of you felt awkward, but another deeper and darker one drew pleasure from the way both men were eyeing you up, eager for every little movement of yours.

The trench coat was followed by your high heels, first the right one—you lifted your foot slightly and leaned to take it off, then the left one - your hand slid slowly but confidently with a very delicate movement along the length of your thigh until it reached your calf and took it off. Last was your dress. You glanced away and took a deep breath, building up the courage. You reached with your hand and unzipped the back, then let the dress slip off on its own. Underneath it, you were wearing a black sheer and lacy body, which flattered your physique and left little to the imagination. The same one Butcher had bought for you and ordered you to wear that day.

Both men were eyeing you up from top to bottom, their lustful gazes making you feel uncomfortable, but also desired, and this was causing a flush in your cheeks and pulsations between your legs.

“Shit, Billy, you were right. She really is a sight for sore eyes,” Kessler snickered.

“Told ya, mate. And she tastes just as sweet.” They were shamelessly discussing you as if you weren’t even in the room. You crossed your arms in front of your chest, pinning your gaze on the ground, unable to overcome your shyness. The presence of Kessler, whom you barely knew, made you feel uneasy.

Butcher picked up on your nervousness. He got up from his chair and moved close to you, positioning himself between you and Kessler, shading you from him. He caught your chin with his fingers and lifted it so that you could look at him with your already teary eyes.

“You okay, luv? You still sure you want this? It was your idea, but we can call it off anytime…” He was carefully examining your eyes.

It was true. You wanted this. You suggested it like the obedient little slut you were. You immediately felt drawn to Kessler’s undeniable charm when you two met and when Butcher told you some of the crazy shit they were up to in their youth, it popped right out of your mouth. You fantasized about it for weeks after. You needed them both to blur the lines between pleasure and pain, to bring you almost to the point of utter obliteration, so that you could actually feel something raw, unspoiled, and fucking real for once. You wanted to forget about yourself for a brief moment. The heat between your legs was telling you that you wanted it. You wanted to serve them both the best way you could, to obey and make them happy.

“I’m okay,” you wiped your tears with your hand and nodded with a self-assured look.

“And you’ll use your safeword if it gets too intense for you?”

You nodded again.

“I need to hear ya say it. Your words, luv,” Butcher insisted.

“I’ll use my safeword if it gets too intense for me.”

“Good. Let’s play then,” he said, giving you a gentle smile and rubbing your cheek with his thumb, then returned to his seat. “On your knees. Crawl to the top drawer over there, take the collar and the crop and bring them back to me,” he barked his order, no trace of his previous softness left.

You knew what happened when you disobeyed him, so you went on your knees and started crawling under their watchful gazes. The harsh cold floor was hurting your knees, but you tried your best to ignore it. You reached the closet at the other end of the room, opened the top drawer, and took first the black leather collar and then the crop in your hands. The touch of the crop to your bare skin made you tremble. You knew very well what it was capable of.

You crawled back to Butcher, trying your best to ignore Kessler’s presence, and handed them to him. Then, you sat with your butt on your heels between his legs, giving him an obedient look and awaiting his next orders.

“Remove your lingerie.” 

Your heart rate picked up the pace, and a lump formed in your throat. You reached between your legs to unbutton it with your slightly trembling fingers, then slipped it off over your head. Butcher smirked as he put the collar around your neck with a swift and confident movement. He pulled you up to sit on his lap and started patting gentle kisses on your face—first across your jawline, then moving to your lips. He started off slow, just gentle brushes over them, which gradually made your tense body relax. You wanted more of him, you were eager, but each time you tried to deepen the kiss, he pulled away with a light chuckle. When he finally gave you a proper kiss, the sensation of his tongue in your mouth made you moan. His left hand moved to your breasts, gently caressing them, then trailed down between your legs to your already throbbing cunt. Butcher started with gentle taps on it, just barely touching it, then slowly building up the pressure, pairing it with kisses all over your neck. He knew your body so well that your orgasm was already embarrassingly close. But he had other plans for you. He stopped abruptly, making you frown.

“Kessler needs you too, doll. Go to him,” he encouraged you. Seeing your reluctance and how shy you were made Butcher’s cock twitch in his jeans.

“Come, darling. I won’t bite, I promise,” Kessler said, his patience running thin. He reached out to your throat, his fingers curling tightly around it, and pulled you into his lap. His grip was tight enough that you didn’t have a choice but to submit. He immediately gave you a long, intense, and breathtaking kiss, making you forget all your doubts. The sense of control he had over you, the mock in his eyes, his strong tattooed hands—all made you want him desperately, and you showed it with the pathetic, involuntary whimpers you let out. Just as you were melting into his kiss, he pulled back and gave you a very hard bite on the neck, one that would leave a bruise for days after, making you scream.

“I lied,” Kessler cackled. “I wanna make you feel good, sweetheart. I do. But first, I wanna hurt you so fuckin’ bad. Will you let me?” His raspy voice was like a drug to you. You were so far gone that you were willing to let him do anything to you at this point. He was rough, intense, explosive. But that was precisely why you felt so attracted to him. His unpredictability made your cunt throb. You shot a quick glance at Butcher, seeking his permission, and after you received it, you gave a slight nod to Kessler.

“Good girl,” he patted your cheek and then suddenly gave you a harsh slap, which made your head ring, your cheek sting, and your cunt drip. He pulled harshly on your hair with one hand until you arched back into his lap, while the other found its place between your legs. He stuck two fingers inside you abruptly, without warning or preparation whatsoever, making you gasp loudly, both from pleasure and pain.

“Jesus, Butcher, this poor thing is already so wet. A real slut, this one,” Kessler said, turning to Butcher while pumping his fingers into you. He wasn’t doing it for your pleasure; it was for him and him alone. He wanted to get a sense of you. He pulled his fingers away just as abruptly and held them up to your mouth, parting your lips and making you taste yourself.

“You have to be punished, little girl. For being such a slut,” he whispered in your ear while fucking your mouth with his fingers. You could feel his throbbing cock beneath you. Your heart started pumping against your chest. The adrenaline rush made you feel lightheaded. You instinctively felt his roughness, and you were afraid he might mess you up real bad. He tossed you around, positioning you on your stomach on the backrest of the sofa. Your butt was elevated in the air at a perfect angle.

He leaned close to your face and pulled you by your hair. “Ten smacks. And I intend to make you cry. You’ll count them for me.” He stood up and took the crop into his right hand. First, he started playing with you, gliding it across the skin on your back, until he reached your cunt and put a few taps over it, making you gasp and him chuckle.

“One.” The swing of the crop was swift and precise. The spank on your butt was hard, much harder than you anticipated. At first, you wanted to scream, to tell him to stop and make the pain go away, but soon a deeper, more primal urge took over—the need to submit, to serve, and obey.

“Two.” You were wondering how you’d manage to get to ten.

“Three.” You started squirming, which only earned you a slap on your face.

“Four.” From your position, you were able to observe Butcher, still in the armchair. His jeans were unbuttoned, and he was stroking his cock lazily. He was watching you with a gaze full of desire and a hint of pride. You were his girl, and you were taking your punishment so well.

“Five.” You decided that you were going to endure this for Billy. More than anything, you wanted to make him proud. Your skin was already a mix of dark purple, blue, and yellow. The stinging was transforming into a sharp pain with every hit. You tried to remain silent, but you simply couldn’t, and your involuntary screams filled the apartment space. Tears were streaming freely across your cheeks. But the adrenaline rush and the feeling of utter submission were unlike any other. You were an instrument for someone else’s pleasure. For their pleasure. The pain was almost unbearable, but it also brought heat and desire along with it. You tried to rub your thighs together to release some of the tension, which only made Kessler’s smacks even harsher.

“Six.” The pain made you forget all about your crappy day. It cleared your mind of all the noise. Only this moment existed: here and now. Nothing out of it was real. Pure consciousness.

***

“Ten,” you were quietly sobbing by now. Kessler stopped and patted your bruised butt with the crop, as if he wanted to squeeze every last ounce of pain out of you, then put it away. He started removing his clothes.

You glanced at Butcher, who was still enjoying the view and finally got up from his spot. “You are even more beautiful this way, luv,” he whispered in your ear. “Your butt all bruised and your face in tears.”

He leaned closer and slid his hand across your butt. His roughness over your bruised skin made you squirm. “Nah-ah, be a good girl now and stay in place,” he nudged. His fingers traced down to your clit and started playing with it. The sensation mingled together with the burning of your bruises. Slowly but surely, all your pain transformed into pleasure, and you started moaning softly. When the tip of Butcher’s cock started rubbing against your cunt but not yet entering, you arched your hips towards him, eager to feel him inside you.

“Please, sir,” you let out a pathetic whimper, which made him chuckle. You wanted him desperately and you were willing to do anything at this point. You were pleading and begging, almost ready to cry again as your cunt clenched painfully, longing to be stretched out. He was playing with you, enjoying the sight of you in this state. When he finally entered you with one strong and sudden thrust, it almost made you fall if it wasn’t for his strong hand around your waist. His movements were deep and intense but deliberate. He maintained a steady rhythm, which was hitting all the right spots. Waves of pleasure surged through your body like an electric current.

You opened your eyes for a moment and saw Kessler enjoying the view, pumping his hard cock. The sheer sight of it made you want it in your mouth. You reached to grab it. The slap on your cheek was instantaneous and left a red mark, causing your eyes to fill with tears once again.

“You don’t touch me unless I allow it, understood?” he sneered. You didn’t immediately answer, still coming up from the shock, so he pulled hard on your hair. “Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” you barely managed to utter.

“Hey, Butcher, you are making your slut cock dumb,” Kessler snickered.

Butcher smirked, grabbed you by your throat with his massive hand, and pulled you towards him while still pounding you mercilessly from behind. “You like this, don’t you? Feeling me inside you?” he squeezed your throat. “My little slut.” The lack of air made you dizzy and euphoric. Butcher didn’t need an answer from you, not really. The intensity of your moans and the pathetic, needy way you whimpered his name was enough proof for him.

“Hey, Kessler, did you know that this one comes from having cock in her mouth?” Butcher scoffed and released your throat.

“Fuckin’ hell, I gotta test that, don’t I?” Kessler chuckled enthusiastically before pulling your hair and forcing his cock deep down your throat. The room filled with slurping sounds, interrupted by your occasional gagging and desperate gasps for air. He was fucking your mouth with a steady, controlled pace, matching Butcher’s. He pulled out just for a moment to rub his cock all over your face. The saliva and his precum combined with your already smudged mascara, making your face look like a complete mess.

“Let me see your tongue, sweetheart!” Kessler instructed, and you opened your mouth wide and pulled out your tongue as best as you could. He spat on it and then pushed his cock deep inside your throat once again. The way he was using your mouth made you feel like a tool for his satisfaction, and this, combined with Butcher’s cock deep inside you, hitting all the right spots, made you absolutely feral. Your orgasm was close, and they could tell. You barely managed to mutter “Billy!” before Kessler forced his cock all the way down your throat without letting you pull back despite your fierce gagging. He pinched your nose instead, and the suffocating, slightly panicking feeling was what moved you over the tip. Your whole body started trembling uncontrollably, waves of enormous pleasure took hold of you as you came hard.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Butcher murmured, the feeling of your cunt clenching and pulsating around his cock almost made him come as well.

Kessler’s cock was still in your mouth, and he let out a few loud grunting noises when he felt the vibrations in your throat caused by your pathetic attempts to scream and moan.

As soon as you recovered from your orgasm, Butcher grinned and announced, “It’s time for a switch!” then pulled out from you. Kessler sat on the couch and pulled you like a ragdoll on top of him. He grabbed his twitching cock and guided it inside your wet cunt.

“Fuck, baby, you are so tight. It feels so good,” he held you by your waist and started controlling your pace, thrusting deep inside you. Your clit was rubbing against his lower abdomen, and the pleasure once again started building up. Your bruised butt was smacking against his thighs, but you didn’t mind; you were entirely consumed by the pleasure he was giving you.

Butcher stood beside the couch and tilted your head toward him.

“Open your mouth for daddy, sweetheart,” he nudged with a slight pat on your cheek and a dirty look, which made you clench. You stuck out your tongue, impatient to feel him in your mouth. His cock was like a drug, so you were doing your best to serve him as best as possible, to accommodate his whole length. Every time you gagged or your throat spasmed, it made him let out a low growl. Meanwhile, Kessler was fucking you dumb, shoving deep inside you and stretching you to the brim.

The pressure started building up inside you. “Fuck, I’m gonna…” you whimpered.

“You gonna come again, luv?” Butcher started putting gentle kisses on your neck and face with a smug smile.

“Come for us, doll.” Kessler pulled out and positioned you on your back on the couch, spreading your legs. He started smacking your swollen, throbbing cunt repeatedly, all the while shoving his two fingers inside you. His movements were gentle at first, but with increasing harshness. The cocktail of pleasure and pain made you moan and squirm. Butcher placed his knee on your chest to hold you firmly in place and started caressing your nipples with one hand, while the other was placed firmly on your throat, applying pressure. You opened your eyes and saw them both above you, with their hard, throbbing cocks. You were completely exposed, used by them, a toy for their amusement. The next hard smack on your cunt from Kessler, combined with the growing pressure Butcher applied on your throat, making it hard to breathe, made you feel an overwhelming sense of pleasure. Your thighs started trembling uncontrollably alongside your pulsating cunt while you started babbling incomprehensible sounds. Your orgasm made you forget your entire existence. Butcher and Kessler were enjoying the sight of you losing it completely, savoring every detail of the scene before them and your uncontrollable shaking.

When the aftershocks calmed down, they started taking turns using your throat. You were a complete mess by now, too exhausted by the intense emotions you had gone through, so you just let them do whatever they wanted with you, chasing their own highs. Kessler was going feral from seeing you in this broken state. And yet you were still taking his cock so well, not even an ounce of resistance left in you. He came first with a loud groan, pumping his cum all over your face.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” Butcher guided your head in his direction. He was stroking his cock viciously, as you fluttered your tongue against his bobbing head. He came soon after in your mouth and all over your face.

You gave them both a content smile, barely able to keep your eyes open at this point and lazily used your fingers to pick up their cum from your face and then taste it. They both made you feel so dirty. Used.

Seconds passed. Or maybe minutes. Hours even. You couldn’t tell anymore. Time had stopped still, but at some point, you felt the strong, familiar hands of Butcher uncuffing your collar. He stroked your hair, then shot you a gentle kiss on the shoulder. He picked you up in a bridal carry, careful not to touch your bruised butt. “My little pet,” he whispered with a gentle voice, “Let me take care of ya.” He carried you to the bathroom, where Kessler was already preparing the bathtub for you.

[saintmuses]

❝𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣'𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝❞

Pairing:

Tom x Janet and Bill’s Daughter!Reader

Summary:

After Tom found out about the affair between his wife and Bill, surprisingly Janet as well; He went after one person he had been wanting for a while now.

Warning(s): SMUT. Drug usage. Implied minor age gap??? (everyone’s grown). Minor corruption. Protective!Tom. A small flashback in italics. Minors, dni! Note: do not fucking do drugs.

Word Count: 2.4k

“What the hell?”

Tom heard a familiar voice shrieking down the hallway, and he bolted towards where Janet was to see her standing there holding onto the door handle with his gun hanging on her fingers loosely next to her thigh. He turned his gaze to see Y/N standing in the doorway, bewildered with her hand on her chest as if she was about to have a heart attack. He could feel his face softening at the sight of her before his eyes hardened when he turned back to the older woman.

“Put that away before you scare your daughter some more.” He hissed, glaring down at Janet who was abashed by her own reaction.

Later that evening, he walked quietly down the dimmed hallway after leaving the kitchen towards her bedroom.

Jinny and Martha took Bill to stay with them since Janet kicked him out with a ferocious rage on her face despite having a moment of calm while bringing him back.

Then Janet out of guilt wanted him to stay overnight so they could talk about what happened. He was not in the mood to venture out of the place and take a transportation to his empty house, hence why he agreed upon that.

It wasn’t because of that hypocritical bitch; it was something else.

He fucking despised everyone in the house he was standing in. He hated Janet, he hated Bill -at least he had a decency to admit he was having an affair whereas Janet got pissed the fact he was having one while she was having an affair with the same person- he could not stand that miserable cynical bitch April, could barely tolerated Jinny and her wife Martha, then there was self-preaching Gottfried. God, he hated them all. 

They were all so self-absorbed within themselves.

However, there was one person in this house who he did not hate. Ever since he had met Y/N at one of the dinner parties a year ago which was held in April and Gottfried’s home, he gravitated towards her. Soft eyes with a sweet smile.

He placed his hands in the pockets of his trousers as he propped himself against the doorway that was already opened.

His heart constricted at the sight of her sitting with her legs crossed in her sleepy shorts and plain t-shirt, looking down at the computer technology as the bright light shined on her face.

He gave her a small smile when she looked up from her laptop. “Hey, Y/N.”

She gave him a quirk of lips before her eyes dragged from his face to the screen in front of her. She hesitated before she returned her gaze to his. “Tom?”

He hummed in response, indicating he was listening.

“I’m sorry that your wife…” she trailed off awkwardly before closing her laptop with a quiet sound.

His shoulders shifted as he shrugged. “It’s alright. Our marriage hadn’t been well for a while,” sweat began to collect at his temples. Goddamnit.

She gave him a sympathetic smile. “It’s still not an excuse, isn’t it?”

He swallowed thickly, “no. I suppose not.” It came out as a rasp. His fingers trembled slightly, feeling the urge. “I will be right back.”

“You know you don’t have to go to the lavatory for that,” she told him, a knowing glint was shone in her depths.

“You…?”

“It’s kind of hard not to, you’re a bit jittery. It’s in your eyes.” She pointed out softly.

His ocean blue eyes analyzed the bedroom, taking in a mental of things that made to add to her characterization. “Well, I would have to do it in the bathroom since I don’t want to ruin your pretty things.”

“Okay.” She simply said. A beat before she opened her mouth. “Tom?” 

“Yeah, baby?” An endearment slipped from his tongue unbidden

A slight red shade painted her cheeks as she blushed, and he belatedly realized he had called her a pet name. 

“I’ve never tried cocaine,” she mumbled.

He closed the distance between them, his dress shoes barely stopping at the edge of her bed. “You shouldn’t,” he stated, shaking his head quickly. “I don’t want you to get into this stuff, promise me you won’t.” He said, sternly while staring into her eyes.

A pause before a sigh. “I promise.”

A sense of feeling washed over him, and he took a step back, adding the distance between the bed and himself.

“Since you won’t do it in my room, and you don’t want me to do it…can I watch you while you do it in the lavatory?” She asked, nibbling on her lips nervously.

He immediately wanted to say no.

But what if someone else would be too happy to let her watch it, possibly going as far as letting her take a bump or two. He could feel the anger brimming at the surface at the thought. He knew she would listen and would not break her promise to him.

However, why wouldn’t he do it so her curiosity would be satisfied, and she would not feel the need to consult someone else if they were to offer the opportunity.

With that, he changed his mind. He nodded, “come here.” He murmured, holding his hand out for her to latch onto it.

Relishing in the feeling of warmth of her hand as she clasped her fingers around his, and he immediately intertwined them together.

The lights were dimmed in the living room as they walked in the hallway, but he could hear chatter in the kitchen, luckily the door was shut so April, her husband and Janet wouldn’t see them going to the lavatory.

Opening the door, he quickly pushed her in there gently before flicking on the switch. His hand reached and twisted the latch to lock the door behind him once he stepped into the lavatory.

He unbuttoned his blazer before reaching in the inner pocket to drag out a clear plastic bag of white powder, and a card. Dropping them in the bathroom sink.

He had thought about doing it again on the edge of the bathtub, in the same spot that he had done it before. However, she was here.

He dragged his bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling on it before releasing it as he turned around to look at her with determination in his ocean blue depths. “Do you trust me?”

“Yeah.”

“Come here,” he said for the second time today. He took a step back from the sink when she closed the distance. She looked up to him with curiosity in her gaze. He only gave her a small quirk on his lips before turning her around to face the mirror, away from him.

He pushed her head to the side, pushing her strands behind her neck before leaning in.

He inhaled slowly, humming slightly as he glided the tip of his nose against the curve of her neck. The scent of florals engulfed his sense.

He was touch-starved from her skin. Raging inferno bloomed underneath his skin as he looked from afar, always watching her while he had no idea his wife, Marianne was cheating on him with Bill and Janet at the same time. He could’ve had her a while back if he had known.

“You’re trembling, baby.” He whispered; his nose grazed her skin. His hand roamed in front of her body, reaching in the sink absentmindedly until he heard the crinkle of the packet that held the drug as he picked it up from the sink.

He brought it to her collarbone, tilting the bag before spreading the white powder into a thin -as thin as he could- line onto her skin.

Then he closed the bag, throwing it back in the sink before he tilted his head forward.

He inhaled sharply as the white powder drifted into his nostril before lifting his head. He dropped the short metal straw in the sink. Closing his eyes for a release of euphoria as he gripped her waist, his ears prickled at the sounds of her light whimpers. He opened his eyes to see there was residue left behind before he leaned forward, parting his lips. His tongue slipped out of his mouth, lapping the residue off her skin.

He saw them reflecting on the mirror as he lifted his face, his eyes were dilated while half-lidded due to her close proximity.

But the look on her face was just enough to push him over the edge the cocaine could not accomplish.

Tom eventually gripped her jaw, pulling her in quickly as he turned her face to him, their lips colliding with such force that she would have stumbled backwards into the sink were it not for his hand pressing into her back, bringing their bodies closer together. 

“Fuck,” he breathed into her mouth. Pulling back, he turned her around to face the small mirror. He then tucked his fingers into the waistband of her sleepy shorts and panties, bending down as he dragged them down until they hit the tiles. He then forced her legs apart as he urged her to bend over slightly, she had to place her hands on each side of the mirror to hold herself up.

Unbuckling his belt before unzipping them, he then pushed his trousers along with his boxers down his thighs, freeing his cock from the constraint. He stroked it with his fist a few times. 

His hand came down between them to rub the curve of her ass. Then using both of his thumbs, Tom reached down and spread her folds to show him just how eager and ready she was despite not touching her.

“Fuck, you have a pretty pussy.” He breathed, straightening up; bringing his thick shaft to her cunt before slowly began to push into her tight entrance, feeling her slick hole resisting his intrusion. She was very tight.

About halfway in, Tom began to pull himself back until the tip of his cock was right at her tight entrance once more. It flexed and clamped down involuntarily, giving him enough pleasure on its own without even moving. With the way she was shifting on her tiptoes revealed to him just how needy she was. His hands come down to grip at the porcelain sink on either side of her frame.

Tom’s fingers tighten around the sink, using them as anchorage to force the rest of his cock in her cunt.

He simply pulled out before forcing his way back in with a grunt, giving her little hole no choice other than to adjust to his size. Her cunt oozed droplets of warm slick, coating his shaft in arousal.

His cock pulled out of her cunt, quickly sliding back in. He continued the process a few more times until her body relaxed enough to take him fully without resistance. Once he felt her, he began to pound into her, ramming his cock into her tight hole.

He used one hand to collect her hair to the side, bringing his lips to her ear. “It should’ve been you,” he grunted before pressing his lips to the curve of her cheek.

“What do you mean?” She panted the question, eyes squeezing shut as she tried to restrain herself from making any more noises from erupting her throat.

His lips brushed on her skin as he spoke. “You should’ve been my wife.”

The effort was fruitless as those words became her undoing. Her whimpers were strained, swallowing down anything that would give her away in the house due to the walls being thin even down the hallway.

“Let me hear those pretty sounds, baby,” he breathed out, panting as his hips slam into her ass loud enough to echo in the lavatory each time. 

“I can’t, they’re-“ down the hallway, she wanted to say, but couldn’t due to the noises that were threatening to slip. She shook her head, craning her neck to glance at him at the mirror reflecting the image of them. Her brows were furrowed, but her eyes were drawn out similar how a drunk person would look like except she was all cock drunk. 

“Fuck them,” he grunted, letting go of the side of the sink to grip her throat, curling his fingers around one side while his thumb resided on the other of her throat, squeezing hard enough for her to choke. She gasped for air against his palm, her hands still flexing onto the wall. 

When she struggled to give in, his hand crawled up her throat to press against her lips, his fingers prying her mouth open. His fingers pushed further back into her warm mouth, pressing against her tongue as he quickened his pace.

He stared at her at the mirror, full blown lust was etched on his face while hers were just as beautiful which caused him to flex his fingers in her mouth when her drool began to dribble down his fingers eventually making its way to the back of his hand before dripping down to his wrist. He angled his hips in the exact same way, shoving into her with enough force.

His thick cock abused her cunt, stretching her hole so wide around his shaft. With her leg lifted onto the porcelain sink, she was spread for him to slam deeper into her over and over again

His balls smacking against her cunt. It was difficult for her to stay silent; her walls were completely melting against his roughness.

“Tom,” she whined, attempting to warn him.

He needed more, somehow the cocaine fueled his lust to ruin her. He took a hold of her hips with a bruising force, dragging her leg off of the sink, before lifting her until her legs were dangling as he began to pound brutally into her pussy.

About to unravel, she gripped one side of the sink, knuckles straining as her other hand smacked, attempting to grapple the other side of the sink. She tried again. “Tom.”

He heard her, but he didn’t slow down like she thought he would. He merely grunted, moving his body faster as each thrust grew in force. He was fucking her pussy as if it was the last thing he would ever do, ruining her body as much as he wanted. It was his, after all. She was his. 

Her juice was coating his cock as it slid in and out of her cunt. The feeling of her insides tightening and clamping down against his cock was beginning to overwhelm him and he slammed into her, thick ropes of cum starting to shoot out of his tip, pumping into her until there was no longer any room in her cunt.

[kerink]

putting aside my issues with continuity (because i know there's a debate about what "continuity" means in wtnv) and putting aside my personal preferences, i'd like to talk about what's made me unhappy the last two seasons:

i think the story telling is bad

that's not to say brinknor aren't creative people and good writers, they are. that's why i listen to and enjoy the show. i've also read their more stand-alone and self-contained works, i know they are talented. this is not a dig on them or their abilities. if i didn't like them or their work i wouldn't bother with it

the main issue, for me, is that i think the last two seasons have been trying to cram in more ideas than the season length has air for, so we're not seeing the complete story. i think too much is being left intentionally vague for fans to play with in a way that doesn't work

year 10 ends with carlos becoming a night vale citizen and him reflecting on whether or not he's okay with that, whether or not he feels like he actually belongs here, despite that having been his main struggle while he was trapped in the dow. we saw that although carlos has committed to and prioritized night vale, and that was ostensibly enough for him to be accepted, he did not actually accept night vale back. we assumed that carlos' commitment to cecil over his work was him finally finding his place, but all it was was him finding his priorities. maybe it wasn't that night vale had rejected him, maybe it was that night vale was attempt to protect its voice, and only allowed carlos back once he agreed to love cecil like the town does

and then janet shows up. at the end of year 11, janet said that her primary motive for coming to night vale was to get back at carlos. we saw blake bullying carlos for having abandoned the university and how he's viewed as a disgrace. we saw the university staff threaten cecil. janet ruins the town that got carlos' name on the map. all of these events are congruous with the above struggle: does carlos belong in night vale or does he belong in the real world? is carlos a citizen or an interloper?

but that isn't the main struggle that plays out. other than what was stated above, and janet making a few backhanded remarks about carlos' bad science, there is zero evidence that janet's primary motive was to hurt carlos until she says so at the very end. in fact, at the beginning of the season, she stated that he primary motive was to make night vale normal. that's in line with her actions far more than hurting carlos is. hurting carlos feels like a bonus to what janet actually wants: to be in control and in charge. the majority of the season is spent antagonizing dana (which was narratively unsatisfying because it was a bland rehash of the a matter of blood arc, but i digress). carlos is not a participant in this story, he hides and he lets the city protect itself, he lets cecil take the heat for him

and when we step back and look at y11 in the context of the primary theme of y10's finale we learn the answer: carlos is an interloper

as soon as science becomes threatening again the town turns on him. they reject him, they strip him of his power, they judge cecil for being with him. the town did not accept carlos, they had a truce with him formed out of his marriage to cecil

y11 left a lot of questions unanswered: how long has carlos actually been gone? what contact did he have with the university after y1? who is still looking for him? what role does dr. kayyali and her search party have in this? was the glow cloud (all hail) the only perma-death?why did janet's explanation of the glow cloud (all hail) not kill its child too? why did the university have such a large staff? why did the entire staff turn on janet so easily and so quickly?

and narratively it feels unsatisfying because janet's stated motives were not in congruence with her actions. which fine. people lie. maybe janet was lying about what she wanted to prevent carlos from meddling. maybe she did want to ruin night vale for him but got distracted by the whole doubles thing so picked that up as a side project. maybe we only heard so much about what janet was doing to dana because cecil cares about dana and carlos asked cecil not to talk about the plan he was forming to defeat janet. i can accept all of that, i just wish we'd gotten a whiff of it instead of having it entirely being left to interpretation

so we leave y11 with questions about what the point of it all was when a) there was only 1 permanent consequence that we're aware of and b) it didn't provide us any new information. we got the most about carlos' backstory we've ever gotten, but that was really the only thing you could say came out of y11. and even learning that about carlos felt violating, felt inappropriate, furthered our question of who is carlos and what role does he have in town

and it seems like carlos felt it too, because he decides to go back to the dow. when he was there he gained wisdom about himself and who he was and what he wanted from life. he figured himself out and found his place in the night vale. after a year of having his status as professor robles of the university of what it is questioned and derided by janet and her team, and having his status as carlos the scientist hero of night vale scorned and rejected by the town, he wanted to return and gain clarity on how he picks up the pieces of himself

but that's not what happens either!

the boy shows up and the story becomes about him. we don't learn where the boy came from, how he appeared in night vale, why he's in night vale instead of desert bluffs, how the timeline supports there being two kevins when back in e106 and e209 the timeline made sure to kill the duplicate cecil. how did no one see that the boy looked like cecil? it could have been a fun reveal if everyone thought it was another little cecil (also playing into all the palmer childhood lore this season) only to bait and switch it being a young kevin. we don't learn why tamika specifically took over raising him or how carlos instinctively knew to keep the boy away from his family. we don't learn how the boy was rapidly aging while in night vale or what age he wound up stopping at when kevin took him away. we don't learn why mother lauren absorbed him instead of killing him outright, since she seemed more than happy to try to get rid of kevin. what happened to the boy's desire to be his own person and create his own timeline away from kevin's fate? isn't the finale a tragedy and not a happy ending? what did this season matter if everything he learned about himself and the world was erased? the boy does not get a full story because too much air was given to lauren and kevin

with lauren we don't learn how she re-made a name for herself in desert bluffs too, how she got in the smiling god's good graces, how she manifested the power she presented with in night vale, how her rise to power impacted kevin's control over dbt, what the state of dbt is after lauren left for night vale, what was her motivation for even coming to night vale, what did the night vale chapter of the joyous congregation think about this, did carlos' killing the centipede matter at all and does anyone care? lauren does not get a full story because too much air was given to kevin and the boy

with kevin we don't learn what becomes of his theocracy, what becomes of his control of the church, what did his speech on changing even mean and how does it impact things when he's choosing to create a time loop? when kevin said he was going to bring someone back with him, who was he talking about? where are charles and donovan and what do they think? why do kevin and carlos not interact even a single time? does the night vale chapter of the joyous congregation care that their prophet has returned and what does kevin's defending of night vale mean for their beliefs? kevin does not get a full story because too much air was given to the boy and lauren

some of these questions are nitpicks, some are good things to leave vague and up to the audience. the main issue here is that: 1) the boy does not get a beginning to his story, the middle of his story ultimately didn't matter because mother lauren erased it, and he has no true ending because we already know what that looks like and in its being a time loop it will never end; 2) lauren does not get a beginning or a middle to her story; and 3) kevin's motives are totally all over the place. does he want to change or is he still so afraid of losing control that being able to control his own terrible future brings him some kind of closure? why is the best he can offer the boy the same horrific life he's spent the last century trying to recover from?

and carlos does not get a story at all. none of this mattered. carlos wanted to go back to the dow but he never did, he never got the chance, we never saw what he did with the time that he had. is carlos doomed to living in this space of not knowing who he is or what his role is because he quite literally had to pull the plug on the one place that offered him a safe haven to explore himself?

in trying to tell the stories of 4 people, no one got a story at all

and that's what's really frustrating, it's just felt like the last two season's haven't mattered, moved along the primary story, or evolved any of the characters in satisfying ways

y1 carlos decided to stay in night vale; y2 strexcorp was defeated; y3 cecil freed himself from lot 37 and carlos confirmed his decision to stay in night vale; y4 night vale freed itself from the beagle puppy and hiram mcdaniels was brought to justice; y5 night vale fell apart and had to find a way to anchor itself in reality; y6 focused on resting after y5 and had the 2 and 3 parters, diving deeper into specific characters; y7 was about fixing time and the consequences of doing so; y8 was about the delta flight; y9 was about frank chen; y10 was another character-focused rest season concluding in carlos becoming a citizen; y11 was the university of what it is; and y12 was about the boy

other than y11 and y12, all the previous seasons had lasting consequences on the story at large. they had domino effects into how future seasons would be focused. the outcomes of those seasons had permanent changes on the town and its people. everything janet did was erased by carlos. everything the boy went through was erased by mother lauren. janet's season should have led carlos down a path of continued self-discovery and reinvention. the boy's season should have led kevin to further growth and change, and could have paralleled the palmer family story by showing how kevin was trying to overcome his own trauma and build a family with charles. maybe it's just too soon. frank chen was murdered in y1 and it wasn't until y9 that his story was resolved. maybe i'm just hyper critical and impatient

but i feel like a lot of people are noticing this trend and are speaking up about it. i was active in the fandom from 2012-2015, and then picked it up again in 2021. it wasn't until y11 that i felt that a season wasn't finished. other seasons had left me with questions, had left some loose ends, but i always felt satisfied with where we were at once the summer hiatus hit. i don't feel that way with y11 and y12, i've walked away from both now going "okay now what? so what? huh?"

i don't know. i'm kind of running out of steam for this post. the point i wanted to make is this: y11 and y12 have not had character motives that have strongly correlated to their subsequent actions; i don't feel like characters are being given complete stories with beginnings, middles, and ends; and they've both left me feeling like none of it ultimately mattered

anyway. that's my two cents.

[ganjas-shit]

Oh, You’re Breaking My Heart

Warnings: 18+ content, dry humping?, sexual language, cursing, angst, inexperienced reader, virgin reader.

Authors note: Hi everyone! Sorry it took so long for the update I was studying for exams and what not but I hope you guys enjoy sorry if it seems a little rushed this is my first series so I’m slowly learning! Feel free to inbox me for whatever! <3 this was also a little Lana inspired I just love her so much and I feel like her music matches Billy’s vibe so well.

Chapter 3: Just Ride.

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He gradually emerged from the depths of unconsciousness, his senses assaulted by the incessant beeping of machines, the sterile brightness of the overhead lights, and the icy tendrils of cold air wrapping around him. With a heavy groan, he blinked his eyes open, adjusting to the unfamiliar surroundings.

A strong smell of disinfectant lingered in the air.

The hospital?

As he tried to rise, a sharp twinge from his lower ribs forced a hiss of pain from his lips, halting his movement abruptly. And a strong pounding in his head distracted him from moving any further.

"Hey, Billy, I'm Nurse Janet," a woman in pink scrubs greeted him. "How are you feeling? Any discomfort?"

Is she blind?

"Fuck yeah, my head's killing me, and I can't sit up," Billy muttered bluntly, causing the older woman to cringe at his choice of language.

Billy shut his eyes against the glare of the lights and massaged his temples, trying to dull the throbbing pain in his head.

“You have a concussion and a few broken ribs, can you recall what happened tonight?” She asked.

Yeah, Neil really fucked up.

"Not really, no," he lied. Despite his hatred for his father, a small part of him still felt the need to protect him. The nurse looked at him sympathetically. "The doctor will be here shortly. For now, just try to relax," she said, giving him a warm smile before exiting the room.

You’re gonna be okay.

He remembered hearing a voice, he was probably hallucinating but the voice was sweet, soft, and comforting. Maybe it was his guardian angel, but he wasn't about to confess that to the nurses; they'd likely send him in for a psych evaluation.

Bits and pieces of tonight's events flashed through his mind. He recalled finally standing up to Neil, but his memory of the confrontation was hazy at best. All he can hear echoing back and fourth in his head was the fear in max’s voice.

“Get off of him!”

His gut churned at the thought, for he had once experienced that same fear when it was his mother at the mercy of Neil's hands.

Guilt consumed him once again, he looked up at the ceiling tears pricking the inner corner of his blue eyes.

God, what an aggravating feeling.

He was exhausted from the weight of guilt, he was tired of feeling. Maybe if his mom would’ve took him with her, maybe if he stayed in California, maybe he would be different.

Maybe.

The door of his hospital room opened, creaking slightly. A man in a white coat, presumably his doctor, entered, accompanied by two police officers.

Billy felt a slight panic, although he hadn't done anything wrong. His heart rate started to pick up through the monitors.

"Billy, it's all right. This is Chief Jim Hopper," the doctor reassured, motioning towards the tall man. "He's one of the best officers I know and he wants to talk about tonight,”

"Hey kid, I’m J—" Billy cut him off before he could finish, "I know who you are. I have a concussion, not a mental impairment," he snapped defensively. "You can't speak to me unless an adult is present."

Jim swallowed back whatever sarcastic remark was about to spill out of him and took a deep breath,

"You're 18, kid. I'm allowed to speak to you. I just wanted to ask you a few questions," Jim sighed carefully, hoping to gain the boy's trust with his measured tone.

The doctor left the room allowing them space to talk.

“Had some really rough sex, mind was hazy after it and I ran into a door” Billy spat, blatantly lying through his teeth. It was a terrible lie but it was the first thing that came to his brain, his concussion was preventing him from coming up with a better one.

Jim let out a chuckle, his amusement evident, while the other officer couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Running into a door isn't going to give you a grade two concussion and broken ribs," he remarked, with a tone that conveyed both skepticism and exasperation at Billy's attempt to deceive them.

"It was a really hard door," Billy retorted, annoyance creeping into his voice at the one going conversation. “And it was really rough sex, you’d think I was killing her with the noises she was making but I promise, she was enjoying every inch of me,” Billy’s said voice dripping with arrogance.

Jim and officer Callahan exchanged a glance before returning their attention to him.

"Just ask my neighbor; she had front-row seats. She'll tell you," Billy said, his voice smug with confidence.

Although Jim felt for the boy, his patience was wearing thin. "Oh, you mean Y/N? Yeah, she's right outside with your sister, scared half to death. I heard she was screaming at the nurses to be careful with you. Poor girl almost lost her mind seeing you like this," Jim said, his tone tinged with slight frustration.

"She's the one who brought you here, you know. You were knocked out cold in her embrace," Jim said, studying the way Billy's features fell.

His smug expression vanished instantly, replaced by guilt. But he quickly scoffed, putting up his usual dickhead facade to cover it up.

“Listen, kid, we already got statements from your stepmother and your sister. I know your father’s been putting his hands on you for years. We need to know if you have any idea where he might be,” he said with a serious tone.

“You’re arresting him!?” Billy asked in disbelief,

"Should we not?" Officer Callahan said, more as a statement than a question.

Billy looked down at his bruised hands, the same ones that collided with his father's face a little while ago, and started to contemplate life without Neil, life without another parent. He could no longer maintain his facade, he’s felt too much, been through too much, it was cracking. The lonely little boy he’d been his whole life was slipping through the cracks.

"I'll have no one," Billy said, a knot forming in his throat, the weight of loneliness settling heavily upon him.

Jim walked over to the side of his bed and kneeled, “You have three women in that waiting room worried sick about you, I know two of those women personally and they are fighters, they love with every fiber in their body,” Jim said looking at the California boy who reminded him of himself at his age.

He knew you? And max? Surely he wasn’t talking about Susan.

"You have them, and you have me whenever you need it, kid... you just need to try," Jim added, encouraging Billy to lean on their support and make an effort to move forward.

Billy hardly knew you. But the glances, seeing you every morning, watching you in the halls at school, you watching him, he felt a strong pull from you, excitement, a connection, one that scared him. This feeling, this thing was only something he’d see in cheesy movies, shitty romcoms.

“He might be somewhere in the city, but he’ll be back. He’s not leaving without his shit… or maybe he will, who knows.”

Jim nodded, stood up, and patted his shoulder. “We’ll be on the lookout. For now, I’ll have an officer parked outside your house just in case he comes back.”

.

Hop exited the room and headed towards you and Max. Susan left to lock up both your house and hers, since you both forgot to do so earlier, given the circumstances

"He's a smart ass," Hop muttered. "But he's going to be okay physically. He might need a little time to adjust to what's going to happen from here on out, but he has you two, and I made it clear that he had me to talk to as well.

"Yeah, sounds like Billy," Max said, rolling her eyes. “Thanks Hop.” Despite it all, she felt content; her brother was going to be okay, even if it took time. With Neil out of the picture, she held onto hope—for Billy, for their relationship.

He was definitely shitty to her, but Billy did care for her, and she cared for him, at least a part of him. There were times when Neil and her mom argued, and Billy would offer her solace in his own way. He’d take her to the arcade, for burgers, but they never really talked. It was evident they struggled to bond with each other. He was angry that his father met Susan, which was the reason he left California; he blamed her and her mother. However, what Billy didn’t know was she resented him for that same reason.

Max thought that in California, they’d both be safe. She wouldn’t have to face the trauma of encountering interdimensional monsters or deal with Neil’s presence. She wouldn’t witness her mother losing herself to him, or observe Billy’s escalating anger day by day. It felt like everyone was losing themselves in that house. Neil was like Vecna, sucking the life out of people, but not swiftly—rather, in an agonizingly slow manner.

“Can we see him yet?” Max asked.

Hop nodded. “Yeah, I’ll catch up with you two later. I’ve got an asshole to catch.”

.

You and Max slowly entered the room, Billy was staring up at the ceiling lost in thought, his head snapped towards you two when he realized you both came in, he tried sitting up again but the pain he felt was a reminder of the condition he was in.

Max walked towards the front of his bed and you followed right behind her.

“Hey,” Max greeted slowly, “How are you feeling?” Billy looked at her with annoyance as if it wasn’t obvious, “Oh I’m just great Max, feeling like a million bucks,” he said sarcastically.

Max rolled her eyes huffing in annoyance.

“You know you should be thanking us, asshole, we’re the ones who practically carried your ass here,” you spat chiming in, “And you’re not exactly light.” Max added.

Billy’s features softened, and for the first time in a long time, he set his pride aside. “Thank you, Max… I’m sorry you had to see that,” Billy spoke, his voice filled with sympathy.

Your heart broke for them both. Max was such a compassionate soul, and despite whatever barrier Billy had built around his heart, he climbed out of it from time to time for her.

Max nodded and smiled. “I’m just glad you’re okay, shit head. You scared the shit out of me, out of us,” she said, looking over at you.

“It’s gonna take a lot more than Neil Hargrove to take me out,” he replied, his tone smug.

Billy then glanced at you, feeling his heart start to race. God, you were breathtaking. Despite the fatigue evident in your appearance, it only added to your beauty.

Max noticed the way you two looked at each other, and felt as if she was interrupting something.

“Yeah…” max trailed, “I’m gonna go get snacks from the food court, I’ll be back later.” And with that she left, leaving both you and him alone for the first time in what felt like a long time.

You looked at him the same way he looked at you—admiring his beauty, his tough exterior, which only made him more intriguing. Despite his bruised eye and cut lip, he remained mesmerizing. On the way to the hospital, in the back seat of his car, you gently brushed aside the single curls of hair that fell on his face, wishing you could do the same now.

Wait. Back seat of his car? Oh my god the backseat of his car!

You then twisted your face in disgust, “God!” You said in realization, “I sat in the back seat of your car, where you fucked Tina!

Billy struggled to contain his laughter, knowing that doing so would only increase his pain.

“You’re such an asshole!” you shouted angrily. “Ugh, I need to drown myself in disinfectant tonight, damn the consequences,” you huffed.

You glared at him, but a giggle escaped your lips when you noticed him wincing in pain. "Yeah, keep laughing, Hargrove. I'll be right here," you said as you pulled a chair next to his bed, "enjoying every ounce of pain that laughter gives you."

Billy rolls his eyes, the playfulness leaving them before being placed with seriousness.

“I, um,” Billy struggled to get the words out, “T-thank you for helping Max and getting me here.” Before you could respond, he continued, “A-and I’m sorry for being a dick. You didn’t deserve that. I was just…” He took a deep breath before continuing, “My dad, he’s an asshole. He seemed to like you, or at least acted like he did. He’s a damn narcissist, probably did it just to piss me off... Anyway, I lashed out and took it out on you and him. I guess I wanted to piss you both off.”

Billy kept taking deep breaths, you can tell he was struggling, like he wasn’t used to explaining himself or even apologizing. Before he could speak again, you placed your hand over his bruised one gently.

“Billy it’s okay, I understand. I have a pretty clear idea of what goes on in your house, what’s been going on with your father, I’ve been through it too once…” you sighed as his blue ocean eyes bore into your saddened expression, “My mom… she was a bully. She would strip me of my humanity with her words. I was a bitch for a while... I was like a exactly like her, God, I was so awful Billy,” you said as you looked at him through teary eyes, “So I understand.” Billy looked at you with love, understanding now why he felt so drawn to you. You reminded him of himself, but he saw the good within you—the good he hoped to find within himself. Even if it meant putting in the work to mend his heart, he was willing to do it. He needed to do it, for Max, Susan, and for himself. After all they were his only family.

You and Billy sat like that for a while, eventually ending up intertwining your hands. You felt flustered by him, despite him being in a hospital bed. Together, you shared laughs and occasional smiles, enjoying each other’s company. Max eventually came back munching loudly on her snacks, gagging at the two of you, irritating Billy with her sarcasm and with how loud she was chewing. You couldn’t help but laugh, realizing she’d gotten her sarcasm from him. You could get used to this and the warmth that spread through your body filled you with hope.

A few weeks later…

Hawkins Sheriff’s Department focused their efforts on finding Neil, especially since Hawkins was a small town and there seemed to be little else happening besides neighborhood complaints about trivial matters.

Neil returned a few days after Billy was released from the hospital. An undercover car, hidden on his street, swooped in and arrested him just before he could set foot on the porch. That night, you, Max, and Susan comforted Billy, reminding him that he still had a family.

Billy was introduced to the gang the following night to get his mind off things. You threw a little get together at your house. They were all wary, given their past interactions with him, especially Steve. Throughout the night, they exchanged glances. Billy felt sorry; he just couldn’t find the words for Steve. However, he grabbed him a beer, attempting to find some common ground, and Steve accepted. Surprisingly, he and Eddie clicked over their common taste in music. If Eddie could accept that Steve and he had become friends, there was room for one more. Meanwhile, Robin and Nancy chuckled at how smitten you and Billy were, teasing you both about it. Jonathan was cool about it like he was about everything, I think given everything that’s happened this year he had no room for judgments or criticism; he was over it and extremely high out of his mind.

Despite everything, Billy was healing emotionally. He had already recovered swiftly from the injuries he endured from his father, and now everything was slowly falling into place.

Now.

“Y/n let’s go! We’re losing light!” Billy screamed from the driver seat of his car repeatedly honking his door. You huffed loudly and slammed the front door of your house locking the door behind you, “I’m coming GOD!” You yelled back, stomping towards the passenger seat.

You threw your bag of sunscreen and spare clothes through the passenger window, not caring whether it hit him or not, and settled into the passenger seat of his car. You couldn’t stand when he rushed you; it was the most annoying thing. “Jesus, are you ever patient?” you asked rhetorically. Billy was about to respond with a sarcastic comment until he saw what you were wearing. You reminded him of California sometimes. You were wearing a red bikini top with nothing covering the rest of your body, and some blue denim shorts. He tried so hard to keep from lunging at you and devouring every bit of your body.

He’d been doing this for the past few weeks, and it was flustering you more and more each day. You remembered one time you did his laundry. He was gawking at you as you picked up his clothes that were scattered all over his room, making things easier for him since he couldn’t really move given his injuries. He thought you looked like a housewife, his housewife, and it aroused him profoundly.

He teased you about it, and he was very blunt about how he felt. It was infuriating because you actually enjoyed it.

Billy was glad he had planned today just for the two of you. The sun was shining brightly, and Lovers Lake seemed like the perfect place to cool off and relax. Recently, you two had only been around friends—Max, or Max and Susan. He hadn’t been able to spend time alone with you since that night.

After settling in and buckling up, you noticed the car still wasn’t moving. Glancing at Billy, you found him staring at you with an intense gaze, as if he was about to devour you. Your face flushed a deep red as you crossed your legs. “We’re losing light,” you mumbled, attempting to tease him, but you failed miserably. However, you successfully snapped him out of his trance. He licked his lips and chuckled, putting the car in drive and taking off.

You couldn’t help but stare either. Billy was wearing a muscle shirt, showcasing his buff arms, along with some swim shorts. His hair was styled perfectly, as usual, with a single curl falling onto his forehead against his beautiful tan skin. As he held a cigarette in his mouth and drove, butterflies fluttered in your belly.

Metallica blared through the radio as you two drove with the windows down, feeling the warm air on your skin. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling, savoring the moment. It almost felt surreal that you were sitting in his car right now, like something out of one of your romance novels.

“Dammit!” Billy groaned in frustration. “Forgot my fucking lighter.” You rolled your eyes and assured him he’d survive a couple of hours without a lighter. With Billy’s frustration, you noticed the vehicle starting to accelerate more, getting faster and faster. Your belly started to jump with the increasing speed, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

Adrenaline pumped through your veins as Billy’s car felt like a roller coaster. He looked over at you with admiration, recognizing that same feeling, prompting him to go faster on the empty road. You stuck your body out the window, relishing the speed of the car and the harsh wind hitting your face. You felt free, out of this world free. Not a care in the world, just you and a beautiful boy speeding down a ghost town, or rather, a hell town, you might say.

“Fuck you, Hawkins!” you screamed, with Billy joining you in whooping with excitement at the top of his lungs.

You sat back in your seat and looked over to Billy, who was smiling with his foot still pressing on the gas. He started to slow the car down, but you couldn’t help but continue staring. He looked over to you, “You liked that, huh?” he asked, glancing at the tightening of your thighs. The adrenaline rush of it all was enough to get you excited down there, and his presence only intensified the feeling.

You bit your lip and looked over at his. He placed a hand on your thigh, causing your breath to hitch. “Is this okay?” he asked. “Y-yeah, s’fine,” you responded, taking a deep breath.

Billy took pride in the nervousness he caused in you; it excited him.

He kept driving, but his hand now started moving up and down your thigh. Your heart started to race, and the warmth between your legs began to spread. You weren’t being dramatic; you were touch-deprived for God’s sake, and you’ve never made it past second base with anyone.

He then moved his hand higher up your thigh and squeezed tightly, eliciting a slight moan from you. You looked over at Billy, his face filled with awe, while yours was flustered, as if you were in discomfort, eagerly awaiting his touch to ease the pressure building inside you.

“Stop the car,” you said, out of breath, face hotter than the sun.

“But we’re 3 minutes away—” Billy began, but you cut him off.

“Billy, I don’t give a shit, stop the car!”

With that, he pulled off to the side of the road, removing his hand from your thigh as he put the vehicle in park.

Before he could turn to ask what was wrong, you lunged over the center console at him, unable to contain yourself any longer, and kissed him. You grabbed the sides of his face, and it was a passionate kiss that you held for a moment. Then, as you were about to pull away, he took advantage of the slight opening of your mouth and shoved his tongue inside, grabbing the back of your head and adding incredible pressure and pleasure to the kiss. You both fought for dominance, but he won every time. You were in heaven, and the warmth between your legs was becoming harder to contain.

He stopped the kiss for a moment,

“Climb in my lap,” he said through the clashing of your tongues, slightly out of breath, and you obliged, legs going over the center console as you straddled his lap. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as you thought, and you felt some of the pressure down there relieved as you settled.

Your eyes then went wide as you felt something poking at the denim of your shorts causing Billy to chuckle. You then looked down and seen the outline of his hard cock that was straining in his swim shorts.

He bucked his hips slightly into yours, eliciting a hiss of pleasure from both of you. “Can we keep doing that?” you asked shyly, not wanting him to stop.

“Before we dive into this, there’s something I gotta ask.”

You nodded your head, signaling him to ask his question, while both your hands rested on his face.

“You ever been touched, pretty girl?” Billy asked, his voice rough, as he brushed the hair falling over your face behind your ear.

“I—” you sighed nervously. You felt embarrassed. Everyone your age seemed to be having sex or had some type of experience. Robin and Nancy always talked about their experiences, you loved hearing their stories and always hoped you’d experience the same one day. But, the boys you made out with never did it for you, so second base, making out, was all you knew. They’d try to touch you, but you’d never budge. It wasn’t exciting, thrilling, or intimate; it was just plain boring.

You weren’t an idiot you knew what happened during sex and everything that led up to it you’ve just never taken it to the next level.

“S’okay, baby. You can tell me; I won’t judge,” he spoke, now caressing your face, which was hot to the touch.

“No. I’ve only ever made out with a few people but I’ve never made it past that,” you said looking away,

“Hey, look at me,” Billy said. “Look at me, Y/N… I’m gonna show you everything you’ve been missing if you let me.” His hands moved down your sides. “We can take it slow, and then we’ll build our way up. How does that sound?” Billy’s asked voice smooth like honey.

You nodded furiously, excitement building in your belly.

“Good. Now take these off,” he said unbuttoning your denim shorts, “I need you in just your bikini bottoms.” You obliged opening the drivers door quickly hopping out to take off your shorts, then hopped right back in straddling Billy’s lap once again.

The pressure felt different this time, you almost moaned at the contact because it was much more intense as you felt the outline of his cock on your pussy.

You let out shaky breaths as he put his hands on your hips, pushing you down to apply pressure on his throbbing cock. “I’m assuming you’ve never had your big O either, hmm?” he asked. You furrowed your eyes in confusion at his question and tilted your head to the side.

“An orgasm?” Billy spoke again. Your eyes lit up at the familiar word. Robin had told you all about the extraordinary feeling, but you’ve never come close to experiencing it.

“Oh!” you exclaimed, finally understanding what he was talking about, but your expression shifted to a frown. “No, never,” you mumbled.

“Oh, you’re breaking my heart, baby,” he said as he guided your hips to grind up, then down his clothed length. “Ah, shit,” you cursed as you grabbed at his muscle shirt, almost tearing it off with how hard you were gripping. “That’s okay,” he cooed. “I’m gonna have so much fun with you, darling,” he rasped against your ear, licking at it.

A big part of him found comfort in the fact that no one else’s hands had touched you but his own, knowing that no one else could make you feel the way he did. The mere thought of anyone else touching you drove him to the edge of insanity. He was possessive, and he couldn’t help it.

The sensation you felt was otherworldly. It felt as though your body was craving this, yearning for this level of attention. Each touch sent shivers down your spine, like tiny electric shocks. Billy locked his deep blue eyes with yours, his mouth slightly agape. You couldn’t fathom how he was finding pleasure in this, but he did. His face flushed slightly, and he emitted small grunts as you took charge of your movements. Unable to resist any longer, you leaned in and shared a sloppy, passionate kiss with him. The mutual fervor intensified your arousal, and you found yourself moaning into his mouth as he guided your pace.

“That feel good, sweetheart? You like that?” He grunted through the sloppy kiss. You kept going like that for a few seconds, then Billy slipped his hands down, ghosting your clit with his fingers, and pulled your bikini to the side roughly. Your bare pussy was now grinding on his clothed member. “Fuck, you’re killing me, Y/N. You’re dripping through my shorts,” he said in a low grunt.

“Ah, feels so good, Billy, feels amazing,” you whined, your eyes half-lidded, lost in the sensation. It was incredible. Your wet folds were soaking through Billy’s shorts.

“You’re almost there, sweetheart. You’re doing so well,” Billy groaned into your mouth. Both your tongues explored eagerly, creating an intense heat. Drool dripped from your mouth, mingling with his, and you savored each other’s taste, lost in the moment.

Billy was on the edge, trying hard to control himself. You were driving him wild, completely absorbed in your own pleasure as you kissed him passionately. It was a new experience for him, seeing you like this, and he knew he would never forget it.

It was difficult for him to restrain himself from touching you, from speeding up the process and bringing you to orgasm faster. But he resisted, wanting you to explore and discover on your own, to use him as you pleased. He desired to corrupt you, to be the one to show you the way, to introduce you to pleasure. It felt selfish and sinful, but he wanted to be the one, and he always would be.

“Billy, I think… oh, fuck, I think I’m coming,” you whimpered as the knot tightened at your core. It was overwhelming, your movements becoming erratic, and Billy gripping your hips roughly as if he was about to burst too.

Billy then released one hand from your hip, cupping both cheeks with it, and forced you to look into his eyes as you unraveled. Your eyes screwed shut, and your hips stuttered with pleasure, drawing out a stream of curses from Billy’s mouth.

“Fuck, fuck,” Billy groaned as he shot a load into his swim shorts.

Your moans grew louder, and then the knot snapped. Your mind went black as waves of pleasure took over your body, riding out your first orgasm. Billy’s intense groans and moans added to the overwhelming sensation.

You collapsed onto his heaving chest, both of you needing to catch your breath.

There was a moment of silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Instead, it was filled with joy and hope. You both were still shocked that this had happened.

“Can we have sex now?” you said, out of breath, lifting your head a little from his chest and batting your lashes at him.

Billy chuckled, “Easy there, tiger. Remember, we’re taking it slow. Don’t want to overwhelm you,” he said, gently brushing the back of your soft hair with his hand.

“Is it always like that?” you asked curiously. “Do you feel like this with other people? Is it always this intense and earth-shattering?”

Billy pondered for a moment. He knew the answer; he just couldn’t believe it. He had came in his pants from just your grinding. It was unbelievable.

“Nah,” Billy responded. “It’s never like this. It’s us. It’s you.”

You blushed and buried your face into the crook of his neck, feeling warm inside. You were excited to explore this world of pleasure together.

“Looks like we’ve lost light,” you giggled, poking his chest, your gaze drifting to the darkness outside.

“Yeah,” he smiled, remembering how he had hurried you out of the house. “We sure did.”

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Heyyy can you do headcannons of the earthrealmers, specially johnny cage 😭😍😭, when they really like the reader and get jealous when the reader is doing something with the other one of them. Sorry if this isnt clearrr i cant speak 🥲🥲🥲

I love everything you writte btw, are you kidding me???? Thank you so muchhhh

author note: feat. Johnny Cage, Tomas Vrbada, and Liu Kang because I think they'd be the funniest. Also, I intended the request as them being jealous of theirselves from other timelines. Also fem!reader in Liu Kang part.

Johnny Cage: -He basks in this situation. It doesn't matter the timeline, you are always close to him. -But then Johnny notices his other selves getting a bit too close to you. He could recognize those moves. -He can because they are the ones he makes to woo someone. -Finally, something clicks into Johnny's brain. You may always be attracted (also unconsciously) to him in every timeline, but he also remains a dog in every single one. -In a blink of an eye, the ninja mime Johnny and Janet are face to face with your pissed boyfriend, his hand gripping tight your shoulder. -"Have I introduced myself? I'm Johnny the boyfriend. The best one, not a rip-off." He extends his hand, but it is clear to everyone that Johnny's intention is everything but pacific. -Everything happens in the blink of an eye, the three Johnnys brawling on the ground. -You thought about stopping them, but thankfully, you thought some more. -Three Johnnys, fighting, all bruised, his ass sticking out more than once…what a sight. -You sit nearby, your Johnny sunglasses on, admiring the view in front of you. -"Is everything okay? Do you want me to stop them?" "No, Lord Liu Kang. If you really want to help you can bring me a beer. I'm enjoying the view as you can see." You say, smirking at him. He sighs. A small smile appears as quickly as it fades. -You are also the same in all timelines.

Tomas Vrbada: -Like it's nice that you get along with another version of him, but…they should have different personalities. -And you still get along…are you with him just for his looks?! -It's a funny thought coming from such a humble guy, but it's not bad that he is developing a bit of an ego. -Tomas won't move a finger unless you are in danger, but you brushed off all the advances from his others' self so he doesn't stress much. -"Say the truth. Are you in love with me only for my looks?" You chuckle. "I'd love you even if you became a worm, Tomas."

Liu Kang: -It's nice to see that he has amazing taste in different timelines, but his other self seems to be a bit pushy. -Liu Kang recognize him. He should be an actor in that timeline, not a monk, not the chosen one. -But Liu Kang also notices how this guy is definitely trying to touch you and how you jerk away, still trying to be nice; still recognizing a bit of him in that other version. -Liu Kang doesn't mind when you get attention. He knows you are hot but hates when you are uncomfortable. -"Hey, I think it's time to return to your timeline." "Oh, the knight has come to save you!" The smile of the other Liu Kang is fake, something you have never seen on yours. -"I've heard you are getting married soon, congratulations!" The fake cheer in his voice makes you cringe. While you walk away, your Liu Kang's hand slightly pushes on your back to hide your figure from his other self. "Yeah, we love each other very much." "Ahaha perfect. Can't wait for you to marry her, so I can fuck her like I fucked the Kitana of your timeline." Your Liu Kang turns around. -He and the Kitana of his timeline broke things off centuries ago, so she was free to do whatever she wanted. -But what that slime wants to do with you? -Blood. A lot of blood was spread.

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Fairytale of Hawkins: Valentine's Special

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: The lovebirds return. Robin comes to the conclusion that you and Eddie are in fact perfect for each other when you denounce Valentine's Day and all things Hallmark romance perfect. Eddie softens your edges.

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, allusions to sex, swearing, reader and Eddie are in their late 20s/early 30s, fluff baby fluff

Word count: 2.6k

Author's note: A little look into the burgeoning relationship of towtruck!Eddie and you, a cynical city girl, post-Christmas romance.

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Valentine's Day

“Fuck sake.”

Your colleague laughs as you swat away the paper hearts hanging in the doorway of the office lunchroom. “Why do I have to be assaulted every time I get coffee? I’m about three seconds away from tearing this shit down.”

“Yikes, somebody’s not feeling the love today.” Joel smirks over his mug, legs crossed at the lunch table and highly amused by your mood.

“I’m not feeling the love every day. Don’t see why there needs to be a stupid holiday to remind me.” You grumble as you reach for the pot of black coffee, filling your Bikini Kill mug almost to the brim.

“Trouble with the boyfriend? I thought it was going well.”

“He’s not my–“ You sigh. Joel was a work friend. One that shared stock in the workplace trauma and loved to gossip over a Manhattan at Friday drinks. And yeah you knew a lot about each other’s personal lives, but you always struggled with bringing down your professional walls and knowing when it was okay to share; to stop compartmentalising your life so much. Inherently mistrusting, even when it was unnecessary.

“It is–I just. I can still hate the holiday even when I’m…”

“In love?”

You make a face and walk back to your desk, Joel cackling behind you. He leans on your unstable cubicle wall as you sit back at your desk.

“So, prince charming not send you anything?”

“Of course not. He probably thinks it’s just as stupid as I do.”

“You didn’t talk about? Make any date plans?”

You shrug, “There’s no point in him coming all the way up here just for that. We’re both busy.”

Joel purses his lips and hums. You give him a sharp side eye and he backs off, hand up in surrender as he walks away. You roll your eyes when he walks past another cubicle and you hear the sass in his voice, “Beautiful roses Sarah! Somebody isn’t afraid to express their love.”

You let out a sharp exhale, rolling your neck to try ease the tension.

You hate that you were a little upset that he didn’t call to tell you he was thinking of you. You hate that this made-up day could make you feel like that when you had talked to him just yesterday, and your relationship was doing just fine thank you very much. Eddie called to tell you he was thinking about you all the time. Eddie sent flowers when he knew you’d had a rough day. Eddie sent you love letters full of poetry and blush-inducing accounts of what his mind wandered to all day when he was driving around town in his tow truck.

So why did it still sting when none of these things happened on the day that they happened to everyone else.

You should be secure in the knowledge that Eddie Munson didn’t need a commercialised day to show his affection towards you, like many other men in this world. Janet from accounts may have been cuddling her “lovebug” plush toy all day with a faraway look on her face but you knew for certain that she’d be grumbling at her husband Greg come tomorrow night when she was left to do the dishes after also cooking his dinner, despite working just as many hours as him.

But still –

Valentine’s Day sucks.

And you hate that the boy you are… incredibly fond of isn’t standing in front of you nodding his head in agreement as you dish out the Chinese takeout for dinner. Waiting with open arms and magic fingers to relieve the tension in your shoulders as you step through the door of your apartment.

You know you don’t have any right to think these things really. You and Eddie had only been dating since Christmas.

Maybe dating was a loose term, but you had been on dates. You were almost inseparable the week between Christmas and New Year's before you had to head home and back to the office and had been calling each other regularly since. Eddie had taken a trip to see you a few times (three, almost four due to bad weather) and you went on dates.

Good dates. Great dates. Dates that always ended with you wrapped in each other’s arms under your bed sheets. And god, you loved every moment spent with him.

Every full-bellied laugh you’d get out of each other, every glance as you walked side-by-side and soft kiss you shared in between conversations. He was always on your mind. Maybe you were even teaming on the edge of infatuation, and maybe this had a little something to do with your foul mood. The pressure of deep-seated denial of your feelings teetering from innocent to something, compounding in your head. Boy, was that headache really digging its heels in.

Robin’s chuckle cuts through the static over the line as she listens to you grumble.

“Wow, you really are the perfect girl for Eddie Munson.”

You stumble, “You think– wait what do you mean by that? Are you coming over to hear me grouch face-to-face or what? I got the strawberry cheesecake Ben & Jerry’s.”

“Actually,” you can picture her face scrunching up as she elongates the confession, “I kinda have a date.”

You squeal, “Excuse me?! Buckley you’ve been holding out on me! Why’d you let me ramble on about my misery when you have a hot date?”

“Because you hate Valentine’s Day.”

“Well yeah, but I love you. I wanna hear all about your cavity-inducing V-Day plans.”

Robin sighs a long-suffering exhale.

You decide to take your bad mood straight to bed and skip calling Eddie. It wasn’t his fault, and you certainly didn’t want to call just to vent and drag him down. You were tired. You missed him. You were worried that might be too much for you to admit over the phone.

***

Valentine’s Day had set the mood for the rest of the week; by Friday you were done. You were dragging your body up the stairs to your apartment, thinking that maybe it was time for you to go to Eddie. Go back to Hawkins if they’d have you. You couldn’t shake this missing him thing, and the fact that you hadn’t heard his voice in days wasn’t helping.

The past couple of nights your calls had gone unanswered. You weren’t worried, just sad. And you were finally coming around to the fact that it could only be fixed by one boy. God, maybe you had more in common with Janet from accounts than you thought. Both of your moods were heavily influenced by men.

When the fuck did this happen?

Your inner pity party clouds your awareness, taking no note of the sounds or smells coming from your kitchen as you push your heavy front door and kick off your uncomfortable business casual shoes as soon as you’re past the threshold.

It’s the loud clatter of a pan and hissed fuck that has you jumping out of your skin.

“Eddie?”

His head whips around, grin spreading across his face as he spots you by the door. A tea towel over his t-shirt clad shoulder and hands busy stirring things over your stove. Things that smell good.

“Hi.”

“What the fuck are you doing?”

His eyebrows raise, lips forming that stupid smirk that has you virtually already on your knees.

“I’m gonna take that as a good what the fuck and not a get the hell out what the fuck.”

You jog the last few steps and crash into him, arms wrapping around his neck. He takes some of your weight as you melt into him.

“Of course it’s a good what the fuck.” You mumble into his chest, feeling his chuckles under your cheek. When you pull back he cups your face and greets you with a deep kiss. “Do I wanna know how you got into my apartment?”

His laugh hits your face in a warm breath. “Robin lent me her key.” He goes in for another peck before he starts rubbing your cheek soothingly with his thumb, taking in your tired face.

“Pretty sure you’re safe from amateur thieving hands with those two deadbolts, sweetheart.”

“Don’t mock Munson, I’m a girl living alone in the city.”

He nods, “You’re right. Maybe I’ll install a chain too. Gotta keep my girl safe.” He places another quick peck on your lips before turning back around to mind the boiling pots of water and simmering sauces.

Goosebumps. Literal goosebumps at the thought of this man calling you his.

“What is all this anyway?”

He scratches his face, still turned away from you when he gestures to the vase full of wildflowers that you’re only just noticing, and the pink box stamped with the logo of your favourite local bakery sitting on your kitchen table.

“Robin told me you hated Valentine’s Day, which I totally agree with by the way, commercialised bullshit – but uh, I thought we could have like a not-Valentine’s Day dinner, and it gave me a good excuse to break into your apartment and see you so…”

You bite your lip, containing the grin threatening to break out on your face even though he’s still not looking at you. You wrap your arms around his middle, leaning your chin on his shoulder as he continues to work.

“So uh, how long on dinner?”

He keeps stirring, “Maybe 20 minutes. You hungry sweet girl?”

“Famished.” Your lips start to trace a line up his neck, doing that thing with his earlobe that makes him blush furiously.

“Oh. Wait, wait, wait–let me just,” he quickly turns off one of the burners and puts a lid on two of the pots, “Okay.” He spins around, beaming at you when you keen into his touch, warm hands cupping your face. “Hi.”

You return a lip biting hi before you practically pounce on each other. All the stress and inner turmoil from the week leave your body as he walks you backwards to your bed on the other side of your studio apartment.

You spend the next 23 minutes getting reacquainted under the large frosted glass windows that frame your bed, lips parting only for short gasps of air, before Eddie hops up, almost tripping in his attempt to put his underwear back on and jogging the short distance to check on dinner. You giggle at him, and you see the flushed pink return to his cheeks as he winks at you over his shoulder.

Dinner is amazing. Apparently, Steve taught Eddie the basics of cooking when they moved in together (Eddie taught Steve all about tater tots and oven food) and he experiments further when he’s got spare time, especially if he’s cooking for someone that he loves…like Dustin or Wayne.

The night ends much the same as it started after you gorge on the pastries from the bakery, which coincidentally all happen to be your favourites.

Eddie’s chocolate brown eyes are far away as he traces patterns along your jaw and bare shoulders.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask softly.

He exhales slowly through his nose, “Just thinking about how much I miss you.”

You smile at him, his eyes dart to your lips, “I’m right here.”

His eyebrows twitch in that frown you’ve learnt to adore. “I know, it’s just–“ he leans in, forehead touching yours, “I think…” you feel his frown deepen against your skin as he pauses.

“Eddie, are you okay?”

“Yeah…and no.” He leans back, head hitting the pillow beside you, his hand coming up to rub his forehead as his eyes scrunch tightly. You let him take another deep breath. You let him take the time to find the courage to spill out his next words. “I’m in love with you.” The hand that was tracing soothing circles in his bicep stops as his head rolls to look at you. “Like, I never really knew what real love felt like until we started doing whatever this is,” he gestures to your bodies curled up under your sheets, “kind of love.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” His face scrunches up again. “And I know, that’s a fucking lot when it’s only been what, a couple of months? And we don’t live in the same city and this is supposed to be fun and casual and you’re a cool city girl with your own life and friends and I drive a tow truck in a small town that thinks rock music is the devil’s music. And trust me,” he shakes his head, hand braced on his chest, “I tried not to. But you make it really fucking hard with your pretty face, and the fact that you look hot as hell in your little corporate outfits but also in my gross Slayer t-shirt, and the whole saying anything that comes to mind sassy without even trying to be thing, and the great taste in music, and the fact that you try to watch all my favourite horror movies even though they give you nightmares and you’re scared that your sleep paralysis demon or whatever you call it is gonna pay you a visit – which by the way is fucked – you know, you don’t make it easy sweetheart.”

He sounds kind of angry. The way his chest heaves after his admission and his brows stay perpetually creased would make anyone who didn’t know him concerned. But you know Eddie Munson.

“I’m in love with you too.”

“What?” His head snaps so quickly you're concerned he might’ve pulled a muscle.

“I didn’t think we were purposefully keeping things casual, I just thought ‘cause of the distance that’s what worked but…I’ve missed you a lot lately and I kind of came to the realisation this week it’s because I’ve fallen for you. Hard, by the way. You know I was gonna call the airline and sus flights to Indy after work. It’s not fair for you to keep having to drive all the way up here. Especially since you end up spending more time on the road than you do here with me.”

He's still frowning, but his eyes are as soft as a puppy’s as your confession sinks in. “Sooo…what do we do now?”

You shrug, moving closer to him as his arm snakes around your back, his hand rubbing soothingly up and down your spine. “I don’t know. But, I do think that I can swing a lot more weekends in Hawkins. Like, at least half the month.”

He beams then, frown lines smooth as his smile, “Really?”

“Yeah. Would that be okay?”

“I think I can handle it.” He places a soft kiss on your lips.

“What about Steve?”

“Fuck Steve.” Another kiss. “Wait, what do you mean?”

You laugh, “I mean, would he be okay with me staying over?”

“Of course he would. If not, I’ll kick his ass.” He shrugs.

“You think you can fight Steve?”

“Ah sweetheart, Steve has never won a fight in his goddamn life. Plus, I got street smarts. All he’s good for is swinging around that damn nail bat.”

“The what?”

“Nothing.” He shakes his head, smirking before distracting you with another kiss. “You love me, huh?”

You puff your cheeks up and exhale, “Apparently so.”

“You love me.” You giggle as he teases you with sweet kisses along your jaw.

“Don’t get too cocky Munson. You’ve got it bad too. You bought me flowers within the window of Valentine’s Day.”

You feel his smile against your jaw. “Yeah, I’ve got it bad. Real bad, sweet girl.”

Tagging: @storiesbyrhi hi x. And @eddieslooneymoonie, @micheledawn1975, @skrzydlak just in case.

[cherrychilli]

18+

Steve Harrington x AFAB reader, established relationship, brief mention of phone sex, consensual somnophilia, PIV sex, unprotected sex, creampie

A/N: Hit shuffle and Miss you much by Janet Jackson came on. Let's just say the lyrics spoke to me.

I just know that it feels wrong when I'm away too long it makes my body hot.

He can hear the difference in every soft huff of labored breath you release in the afterglow of your orgasm, a sound so sweet that he stills his own breathing to savor it clearly through the phone.

"You're gonna make me hard again if you keep that up", Steve warns, playful but there's some truth there too, stomach still warm and sticky with the pearlescent splatter of his own release.

You giggle back in response, pulling your slick fingers away from your clit, feeling your pulse beat down to your toes from the crescendo he'd talked you through.

"Can't wait until you're back home", you sigh into the phone, turning onto your side so that your cheek rests against the pillow that belongs to him. If you close your eyes, the lingering smell of him is enough to fool you into believing that he's right there beside you, even if only momentarily. "I miss having your hands on me."

A week away from each other shouldn't have felt as irksome as it had been but for a couple as active as the two of you were, those seven days apart had been harder for you to get through than you'd like to admit.

"Me too. Wish I wasn't getting back so late though", Steve groaned, reminded of his 3AM arrival time when he turns to eye the bedside table on which sat his passport and a plane ticket wedged inside.

Every dirty text, every lewd selfie and every nightly phone call that ended with the two of you touching yourselves to the sound of each other had him aching to get back to you.

The first thing he wanted to do after crossing the threshold of your shared home was pin you down and take you on the closest surface he could find but he's mindful to withhold himself because he knows how tired work has left you lately.

"Gonna take care of you just how you like when you're awake", he promises with a fond drawl.

There's a pause and when you don't respond he wonders if the line had disconnected again, something that happened semi-frequently and usually when he happened to be mid stroke. These long distance calls had been heaven and hell on his dick.

A quick glimpse at his phone screen shows there's no such interruption this time and your voice finally carries through, a slight but noticeable hesitancy coloring your tone now.

"We don't have to wait till later in the morning..."

Tell you on the phone I'm not the kinda girl who likes to be alone.

Steve listens to you trail off, a tender smile tugging at his lips. "Baby, I want it too but those shifts knock you out at the end of the day. I'm gonna need you all rested up okay, beautiful?".

As he always did when he felt you growing meek, he tries to assure you in that powdered sugar tone of his, all soft and sweet you sometimes worried he might dissolve on your lips were you to kiss him.

Another pause and this time he can hear you shifting in bed. He pictures your sweat glistened bare skin gliding along the sheets as you try to get more comfortable and fail because he knows you're the kind of person who can only truly be comfortable as long as your mind is at ease too.

"You don't have to wait, Stevie. I don't want you to wait."

The way you say it, though quiet, feels urgent. The crux of what you mean is scratching its way to the surface — not quite there yet but nearly so. Just a little ways more to go.

"Honey, I'm not following", he coaxes you gently for more details, sensing your vulnerability through the phone.

"I've been thinking about this for a while and there's something I want to try."

Steve listens intently, interest piqued. "Oh?"

"Sometimes I've thought about waking up to you— like, finding you on top of me..."you gulp, fingers tightening around your phone.

Steve remains silent but you know he's still listening, rapt.

"...finding you already inside me...", you add quietly.

Even when you're an entire time zone away, even when you're not able to see Steve's feelings reflected in those mossy hazel eyes of his, you can read his silence perfectly, able to tell the difference between the kind of pause that means he wants to inch away and one that means he wants to lean closer.

"You'd really be okay with that?", he finds his voice again, a little strained but hopeful.

Forget butterflies. You stir something much more fervid in him, rousing a cluster of sleepy dragonflies resting at the pit of his stomach to unfurl their opalescent wings and take flight within the confines of his chest.

Smiling hard, you feel your nerves dissipate, reassured by his excited lilt. "Yeah, I want to do that with you."

The next half hour was spent putting rules in place for the remainder of the phone call. Boundaries were discussed before you hang up after exchanging 'I love you's', both of you certain that sleep wont come easy tonight, the thrill of trying something new leaving you buzzing beneath your skin.

I'm rushing home just as soon as I can, I'm rushing home to see your smiling face and feel your warm embrace.

Steve leaves his hotel room the next day with you on his mind all throughout his flight and the way your soft, shy voice had described the way you'd wanted him to handle you when he returned home.

I want you to, Stevie. I promise, I want it, echoed like a melody in his mind.

You'd even sent him another message hours before while he was on the plane, phone dinging with a notification as soon as he'd landed and entered the cab.

I'm sure. Just like we talked about.

I'll be waiting.

I love you.

Steve's bags become an afterthought once he's inside your home, abandoned at the bottom of the staircase as he speeds upstairs to find you in the darkened bedroom, sleeping on your side, sheets pulled up to your shoulders. His stomach flips at how peaceful you look, knowing that in the hours before you had returned home you'd been on your feet all day, running between meetings, chasing that promotion you were up for.

Was this really okay? he wondered as he quietly unlaced his shoes and began to undress.

He scanned the bedside table for one last sign that tells him you've given him the green light, that you hadn't changed your mind since sending that last message.

He finds his answer.

Last night you'd told him — glass placed upside down on top of the coaster meant that you no longer wanted to go ahead with the plan you'd proposed. Glass placed right side up with the coaster placed over the rim meant you wanted him to touch you.

Seeing that glass placed right side up with the little black coaster balanced on the rim made his boxers feel tight and the dragonflies begin to beat their wings again.

Ridding himself of his underwear happens less smoothly than he'd intended, bumping his knee against the nightstand before he's able to get them off and kick them aside in an ungainly way. If you had been awake to see it it would have made you laugh because the excitement welling inside him had gotten the best of Steve, his veins pumping something electric through his livewire body.

He's more careful when he gently pulls the sheets off of your sleeping form, his throat feeling tight when he finds you dressed in a strappy, silky slip nightgown that barely concealed the curve of your ass.

Oh you had gone all out for this fantasy.

Placing a tentative hand on your knee, he slides it up to your thigh, inching the lacy hem of your slip up and swallowing hard when he finds that you're not wearing any panties underneath.

It's with a feather light touch that he reaches out and traces a finger over your folds, pulling the digit back to find your slick glistening on it like nectar, clear and glossy and slippery wet. Pressing the pad of his finger to his tongue, Steve salivates from the week long wait of wanting to be inside you again, sucking the taste of you down with a groan that rumbles in his chest.

His lips find your shoulder first when he climbs into bed, open mouthed kisses nearing your neck as his hand rubbed over your waist and hip. Growing more daring, he inches closer to spoon you, pulling you back gently so that he can grind his hard cock against your ass.

It's then that he can feel you start to stir, eyelids fluttering open, lips parting in a dreamy sigh.

"Don't stop"

Hearing the want in your voice, feeling your hand on his cheek and the way you push back against him for more was everything he needed to continue.

"Missed you", he whispers, squeezing the soft fat of your thighs.

He pulls your leg up over his hip, guiding his cock to your waiting entrance, pushing in slowly to feel your wet, satin smooth heat stretch around him and suck him in like you were made for him.

"Oh god, Steve— fucking missed you too", you moan, slowly departing the clutches of sleep.

Your movements are less precise than Steve's, still blinking your heavy eyelids to rid your vision of that sleepy haze, rolling your hips back in a rhythm that's falls just short of matching his.

It's a messy but passionate few seconds until you're both moving in sync, his cock dragging over that spot that makes the cadence of your moans climb high.

Steve curls a hand over your chest, squeezing your tits, pulling at your nipples just how you liked over your slip. "I'm not going to last long — fucking losing it...you're so goddamn wet and tight", he grunts into your shoulder, hiding how his cheeks have turned pink already, teeth grazing your skin.

Your own orgasm feels further away, still growing roots in the pit of your belly with every stroke of Steve's cock along your walls, yet to bloom into that spine tingling release you've missed so terribly during the past seven days.

"It's okay I want you to cum", you assure him but you know Steve too well. He's always going to make you come undone one way or the other.

It's with a knowing smile that you sigh contently when he brings his hand down between your legs, pressing circles to your clit urgently.

"Wanna feel you cum around me", he grits out, making you whine into the side of your pillow.

His touch lacks his usual gentle approach but it's what both of you need right now, a quick climb and a steep plunge to satiate that mutual ache.

"Fuck— okay, keep touching me there", you roll your hips back to meet his thrusts seamlessly.

His hips keep snapping into yours, pace faltering slightly and its not very long after that you feel him cumming inside you, spurts of creamy, tacky warmth pouring into your channel before you've reached your own climax but he doesn't stop, fingers still circling your clit to tip you over the edge, continuing to rut into you while he fills you up.

"Oh— Steve, yes", you whine out, eyes squeezing shut, nails threatening to rip your pillow case apart. You freefall into it, cumming with a strangled cry, hips twitching and jerking as you lose the rhythm you'd settled into, not that it matters anymore.

Cries turn to whimpers, then to gasps and breathy panting. When you come to it's the feeling of his lips on the back of your neck that tethers you to reality and brings you back down to earth, soft gentle kisses trailing down to your shoulder.

"Missed you", he keeps repeating, his cock starting to soften and slip out of you as he pulls out, hand damp on your waist.

You loathed sleeping next to that cold empty space those last seven days but he was here now to occupy it, so wonderfully warm and glistening with exertion, the same as you.

Your thighs shake when you begin to untangle yourself from being spooned so you can turn around to face him, his spend leaking from between your legs, his soft cock warm and wet against your thigh as your wrap yourselves up in each others arms. It's messy and sticky but you've never known a nicer feeling, cupping Steve's cheek as you kiss him tenderly.

"Welcome back"

[sillyteecup]

Morning Delights (but make 'em spicy)

Jey Uso x black!o.c

Warnings:

18+

Strong language

Oral (male receiving)

Suggestive content

Mentions of sex

A.N: Okay so because I have a huge "Y/N" phobia, once I create an O.C to pair someone with, I stick with that shit. So like right now I'm not sure if I should just make it a little mini-series of oneshots or nah. Anyway, this little piece was inspired by Warmth by Janet Jackson, so yeah🤭. I hope you like it. Enjoy❤️

Siya was a firm believer in eye contact. In everything she did, she made sure that she commanded attention and respect by staring right into the souls of her audiences souls. Whether it was a conversation, a speech, a performance, and most specially: leaving Josh weak in the knees as she sucked his soul out from his dick.

It was 3:58 am in Cape Town and they were both barely awake in the living room of their villa after basically sleeping through the rest of whatever movie they had been watching before. The only thing illuminating the room was the TV in the background and the red LED lights they had turned on for ambiance the night before.

Neither of them could tell you how they had gotten into that position even if they tried. Yet there Siya was, sitting on the back of her heels, perched between his legs with her hands on his thighs for support. She bobbed her head up and down, keeping her lips tight around him. Her tongue moved up and down his shaft with her head, eliciting the occasional gasp and curse at the ceiling. Her left hand moved to fondle his balls, thumb moving in circles over the sac.

"Fuck," Josh sighed, throwing his head back into the back of the couch.

Siya removed her hand from his balls and dug her pink acrylics into the backs of his thighs; a silent command for him to look at her while she took him in her throat. Josh shook his head in response, too winded to speak. Siya popped him out of her mouth and took his dick into her left hand, running her thumb over his tip. This got Josh's head to shoot up with a look of dismay painted on his sweat decorated face.

"What did I say about taking your eyes off me?" Siya asked, her voice raspy from the sleep and having Josh so deep in her mouth.

"Baby-" Josh began to protest as his hands desperately reached for the back of her head.

Siya however moved her head out of his reach and smirked. "Uh-uh, I asked you a question," she said.

Josh looked at her pleadingly, voice strained as he answered, "You said to keep my eyes on you when you got me down your throat."

Siya then moved to plant soft, wet kisses up his thigh, her tongue drawing circles on his skin. She took his dick into her hand once again, lightly tracing his tip with her tongue before spitting on the same hand. Her hand began to slowly run up and down his shaft, making Josh bite his lip almost hard enough to draw blood as he kept his gaze locked on hers.

"See? You can do it when it's just my hand. Now let's see if you can watch me till you cum," she said. Her lips closed around his tip, tongue ghosting right over the soft spot between his tap and the rest of his dick.

"Shit, Siya...need you," he groaned, fighting the urge to clench his eyes shut.

"Mhmm?" Siya hummed around Josh. making him nod eagerly.

"Yeah, need you so badly baby, fuck," he said, desperation seeping into his voice.

At that, she took him all the way into her mouth, hitting her past her Uvula and down the back of her throat. Siya kept him there for a moment, feeling his dick twitch on her tongue. She began to move her head, keeping a steady pace and essentially using his dick to bruise the back of her throat. She felt her eyes prickle with tears as she took in the sight of her man writhing and fruitlessly grab at the armrests. His strained moans and grunts driving her to go deeper and deeper.

"Baby, I-fuck I'm gonna..." Josh sputtered, struggling to get out a full sentence.

Understanding her boyfriend's warning, she nodded before taking him deep into her throat and keeping him there. Josh let out a choked groan as his seed spilled into her mouth. The tears that had welled up earlier finally spilled down her cheeks as she took the last of his cum down her throat.

Josh regained his composure and nodded at Siya as an affirmation that he was finished. Siya popped him out of her mouth and stuck her tongue out teasingly for him to see the mess he had made on it. Josh let out a breathy chuckle, while she swallowed the last of his seed that was left in her mouth. She then got up from her position on the ground and moved to straddle him, settling her knees on the sides of his waist.

The pair smiled lazily at each other as the soft orange glow of the sunrise shone through the blinds and curtains. They shared a sloppy kiss, tongues passionately moving in sync to one another. Her nails run through the hair on the back his head right down to his nape while his hands gently gripped the thick flesh of her ass.

Her lips moved from his to his jaw, leaving a trail of wet kisses down to his neck. She sucked gently at his neck ellicitng a gasp from him. His hands ran up and down her back, nails digging into her skin occasionally as she gave him a hickey. Her lips released his skin, but not before letting her teeth graze the now darkened patch of skin.

Their lust-filled eyes met, taking each other's flustered states in. Their hair slightly messy from running their fingers through it, their lips swollen from the passionate kiss they just shared, and now the dark mark forming on the base of Josh's collarbone. Not to mention Josh's hard-on pricking at Siya's warm, wet core.

"What?" Siya asked mischievously as Josh's gaze and begun to burn at her skin.

"Just admiring my beautiful, beautiful woman that's all," Josh replied with a lazy smirk.

Siya grinned as she felt the heat run up to her cheeks. "Yeah?" she said, lightly biting her lip.

"Yeah," he said before sitting up to lean. closer to her ear I'm also thinking about how in a minute, I'm gonna have you bent over the back of this couch and fuck you till you can't even remember your own name," he growled lowly, making her shift unconsciously on his lap to create some friction.

"Promise?" she asked, her grin now a devilish smirk.

Josh planted his hands on her waist and bucked his hips to grind up against her clothes pussy, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Does that feel like a promise?"

[earthtoharlow]

Teach Me: Jealousy, Jealousy

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The Back to School event was in full swing with parents chatting, kids running around, and the occasional burst of laughter filling the school gym. Ariel was in her element, organizing activities, ensuring everything ran smoothly, and greeting the parents with a warm smile. It was a big night for her—after weeks of planning, she wanted everything to be perfect.

Jack had promised to stop by after leaving the studio and as she arranged a table of refreshments, she spotted him entering the gym. Instantly, her heart did a little flip. He was hard to miss, tall and charismatic, with a natural aura that drew people in. She watched as he greeted a few familiar faces, his smile as charming as ever.

As Jack made his way toward her, she noticed something else: the way several of the other moms were watching him. Some of them she knew well—other teachers, classroom volunteers, the occasional mom she’d seen at school pick-up. But tonight, they seemed particularly attentive to her husband’s presence. They weren’t just noticing him; they were lingering, eyes following him with more than casual interest.

One of her former students' mom, Laura immediately broke off her conversation and headed straight to Jack. Ariel watched as Laura introduced herself, laughing a bit too loudly at something her husband said. Then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, Laura rested a hand on his arm, her fingers lingering just a bit too long.

Ariel immediately became irritated. She knew her husband was attractive—of course, she did. But seeing the other moms flirt with him, right in front of her, stirred something deeper.

She tried to focus on her tasks, but it was impossible to ignore what was happening. Another mom, Janet who always seemed overly friendly, joined Laura, and the two of them flanked towards Jack, their attention fully on him. They laughed, twirled their hair, and practically ignored the fact that his wife was standing just a few feet away.

Jack, seemingly oblivious to the effect he was having, smiled politely and engaged in their conversation, though she noticed he was trying to inch his way closer to her. Still, it wasn’t fast enough for her liking.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jack made his way to her, leaving the two women behind. He slipped an arm around her waist and leaned in, concern flickering in his eyes. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low so only she could hear.

Ariel forced a smile, but the words tumbled out before she could stop them. “It’s just…some of these moms seem really interested in you tonight.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Really? I hadn’t noticed, but can you really blame them?”

She rolled her eyes, unable to keep the edge out of her voice. “Come on, you had to notice. They’re practically falling over themselves to get your attention.”

Jack chuckled, pulling her a little closer. “You’re the only one I’m interested in.”

Ariel wanted to stay mad, to hold on to the jealousy that had caught her off guard, but his words—and the way he looked at her—melted her resolve. “I know, it’s just… I don’t like sharing you.”

His grin widened as he leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Good, because I’m not up for sharing, either.” He paused, then added with a playful look in his eyes, “Besides, they’re probably just trying to figure out how I got so lucky to have you.”

Ariel couldn’t help but laugh at that, the last of her irritation melting away. “You always know how to say the right thing.”

Jack shrugged, looking around the room as if to make sure no one was listening, then whispered, “Well, you are the smartest, most beautiful woman here. They’re probably just jealous.”

She nudged him playfully, feeling the warmth of his arm around her. “Okay, now you’re just flattering me.”

“Is it working?” he asked, grinning.

She sighed, her heart swelling with love. “Yeah, it’s working.”

As the event wound down and the last few parents trickled out of the gym, Jack stayed close, helping her clean up.

Once the final table was folded and the last chair stacked, Jack leaned casually against the wall, watching her as she tidied up the remaining odds and ends. His gaze was warm, but there was something else in his expression—a playful glint that made her pause.

“What?” Ariel asked, arching an eyebrow.

He grinned, taking a step closer. “You know,” he began, his voice dropping to a low, teasing tone, “I think it’s kind of hot that you got jealous.”

She felt her cheeks warm, a mix of embarrassment and amusement bubbling up inside her. “Hot?” she repeated, trying to keep her voice steady. “You think me getting all worked up over a few flirty moms is hot?”

Jack nodded, closing the distance between them. “Absolutely. It means you care—means you’re a little protective of what’s yours.”

Ariel tried to keep a straight face, but his words and that mischievous smile were making it impossible. “Oh, so now you’re ‘mine,’ huh?”

“Since I first walked into your classroom” he said, his tone suddenly more serious as he reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “And always will be.”

She shook her head, laughing softly. “You know, you’re pretty smooth when you want to be.”

He pulled her into his arms, his smile turning softer. “Only with you,” he murmured, brushing his lips against her forehead. “Because you’re worth it.”

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[f1girliefics]

Only Us

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Warnings: Car crash, injury, broken bones description of possible open fracture

Summary: A simple race, a not so simple crash.

You were excited to see Daniel back on the track, his new contract with the Alpha Tauri team was a good sign.

You were very happy for him.

He wasn't home when the call came.

The person calling from the hospital explained one of his greatest fears over the phone, you were in an accident.

It was late, he should have been home, but as soon as he got the call, he got his keys and left.

“Mr Ricciardo?”

“Yes, who is this?” he asked the woman on the other end of the line.

“My name is Janet Frank calling from St Vincent's Hospital: Emergency Room, you are listed as the emergency contact for Miss Y/L/N.”

“What happened?”

“She was involved in a car accident. She is currently in surgery, but the police here would like to talk to you.” Daniel felt his stomach drop.

“I-I will be right there!”

He arrived about thirty minutes later, out of breath as he ran to the front desk.

“I’m here for Miss Y/L/N.”

“To your right down the hall, take a right, you will see the police there.” 

“Thank you.” he said before he started to walk fast towards the direction he was told.

As he took a right he saw two policemen standing there.

“I’m Miss Y/L/N’s boyfriend.” he told the two officers.

“Mr Ricciardo?” one asked and Daniel nodded. “My name is Sergeant Dwight, this is my partner, Sergeant Dennis. Your girlfriend was in a car accident this early afternoon. A drunk driver rear-ended her, pushed her onto incoming traffic and she was T-boned. She was conscious when we arrived on the scene.”

Daniel thanked the officers and soon rushed to your doctor who explained that you were okay, they needed to do a surgery on your knee because it got broken and trapped. Other than that, you were alright considering the circumstances.

Soon, you were out of surgery and in a room, waking up.

You immediately noticed Daniel by your side, smiling at you as he held your hand, he said something but you couldn’t hear him.

“Don’t move too much.” he said as you groaned in pain when you tried to sit up. “You had a knee surgery.”

“Oh, yeah, I remember. I looked at it in the car and saw the blood and I think my bone was also sticking out.”

“Thank you for the visual.” he made a face and you smiled a little. 

“I’m alright though.” he nodded acknowledging that you were indeed, still alive. Your voice did calm him.

“I nearly fell on poor Yuki when I got the call, he had to jump out of the way.” you laughed a little.

“I’m so high on painkillers right now.” you smiled and Daniel laughed, seeing your expression.

“I’m so glad you are alive.”

“Yeah, but you will have to nurse me, doctor said I can’t walk for months.”

“I am okay with that. At least you won’t leave my sight.”

“I’m okay with that.” you smiled as he laughed a little. He touched your face, his expression turned serious as he looked at you, you could see the weight from his shoulders falling off.

You knew how he was, all smiles as if he had no worries and yet, on the inside he worried all the time. Over his family, over himself and over you.

It was natural to him.

You could only imagine how much it hurt him to see you in a hospital bed with a fucked up knee.

“You couldn’t have done anything different.” you said, trying to reassure him. “Even if you drove me, we would both be now on a bed, and you had important meetings. It wasn’t your fault.”

“I still feel like as if I could have done something.” he said as he looked into your eyes.

“You couldn’t have. It wasn’t our fault. What’s important is that we are both here, alive and happy.”

“You are right.” he let out a long sigh.

You pulled his arm and he moved closer to give you a kiss.

Nothing mattered but the two of you.

You will deal with your knee, you will deal with getting a new car, you will deal with getting the other driver the time they deserve.

For now, it was only you two.

DO NOT STEAL, REUPLOAD OR TRANSLATE!

[carelisswriting]

Late Night Hangout

Hey y'all, this is my fic for Ecto Implosion!!

my artist partner for this is @i-havenothingelsetopost and y'all should definitely check out them and the art they made for this fic!! Art's linked in the scene it directly inspired :)

Anyway, here's the fic!

It was weird, seeing Tucker in a hospital bed. The flowers and ‘Get Well Soon!’ card tried to soften the harsh blow, but it really didn’t work.

Danny didn’t like that Tucker was in the hospital.

(He really didn’t like the fact that he hadn’t even been allowed to see him, the first day.)

It made something in his chest hurt.

The thought of Tucker being injured.

It had been stupid.

So stupid.

A second too late, and now his best friend-

His best friend.

Tucker.

-was hurt.

Danny should’ve been quicker, should’ve been-

“Hey.”

Danny shook his head, coming back to reality instead of being lost in his own thoughts.

Sam gave him a worried look from the other side of Tucker’s bed, as Tucker chewed on his lip.

“It wasn’t your fault, Danny.” Tucker said, always seeming to know what Danny was worried about.

It was though, it was.

It had just been a regular ghost attack, Johnny, Shadow, and Kitty causing problems on one of their ‘dates’. Danny had almost been having fun chasing them down, but-

But he hadn’t realized that Skulker was also causing havoc.

Hadn’t realized that Tucker had been dealing with him alone, Sam was with Danny-

Hadn’t realized that Skulker threw Tucker into a wall-

(Danny felt it, when Tucker got hurt.)

(Skulker hadn’t had a good time, after that.)

“Danny, snap out of it!” Tucker said, sounding annoyed.

He focused back onto Tucker, who had a frown on his face.

“How many times do I have to say it’s not your fault? I’m the one who tried to face Skulker without any backup or powers.”

There was a slight note of self-deprecation to Tucker’s voice, which Danny couldn’t let stand.

Neither could Sam, as it happened.

“It was stupid, but you could’ve beat him if you had some of your tech with you, Tucker.” Sam said, glaring lightly at one of her best friends.

Danny nodded in agreement, before adding “Besides, you know that you’re not a good match against Skulker! If it was Technus, you would’ve had him!”

Tucker leaned back against the pillow, giving a harsh sigh.

“Yeah, but I left everything except Janet at home, like an idiot. And now I’m in the hospital for the next three days, for ‘observation’.”

“C’mon Tuck, it won’t be that bad.” Danny said, trying to cheer him up.

Tucker rolled his eyes.

“It will. You know how much I hate hospitals.”

Danny did know.

Tucker had despised them ever since his grandfather died. He had hated watching as the man slowly died of cancer, but still went to visit him all he could despite it.

Danny had tried so, so hard to be there for Tucker during that.

Tucker said it’d helped a lot.

Sam grabbed Tucker’s hand.

“We’ll come visit you every day, okay?”

Tucker nodded “I know. And thanks.”

Danny grabbed Tucker’s other hand, completing their little chain.

“Yeah, and I’ll bring you all the homework you miss.”

Tucker laughed at that.

“More like you’ll come pester me about helping you with it!”

Danny laughed along.

He would definitely come annoy Tucker into helping him with homework.

(Not that Tucker would mind.)

A nurse ducked his head into the room, calling out “Visiting hours are ending!” before quickly moving onto the next room.

Tucker, Sam and Danny sighed as one, before looking at each other and giggling.

“I’ll see you two losers tomorrow.” Sam said, before grabbing her backpack.

Danny smiled at Tucker.

“See you tomorrow.”

“See ya.”

\(oo)/

Danny was woken up by a ding! From his phone.

He groaned at seeing that it was still dark out.

Who the heck was texting him-

Oh.

It was Tucker.

Also, it was 2 AM.

Danny opened up the text message.

‘hey can u come hang with me? i can’t sleep’

Danny frowned, before replying.

‘yeah np, be there in a few’

He hated that Tucker had to be in the hospital overnight.

Danny shoved his phone into his backpack, along with his homework.

The teacher was gonna give Danny Tucker’s makeup work for today (well, technically yesterday) tomorrow, but Tuck would appreciate seeing it beforehand.

Also, then Danny could get him to explain what the heck their biology teacher was talking about.

(Danny did not like biology. At all.)

(At least living biology.)

(Ghost biology was way more of his thing.)

He transformed, rings of light traveling over him, before grabbing his backpack and darting out his window.

\(oo)/

Danny hovered outside of the hospital, trying to figure out which room was Tucker’s.

It was not easy to tell which was which from the outside, all of them looking the same.

At least he knew what floor it was on?

He flew closer to one of the windows, peeking inside to see if it was Tucker.

It wasn’t.

A small child, maybe 7? Looked out at him with an expression of glee on their tiny face.

He could see the kid practically vibrating as they looked at him.

He smiled at them, before holding up a finger to his lips in the universal sign for ‘shh’.

The kid bobbed their head up and down, before miming locking their lips and throwing away the key, then they held their hands up in the shape of a heart.

That was adorable, who’d taught them that?

Phantom smiled, and made a thin layer of ice on the window in the shape of a tiny blob ghost, with a small heart next to it.

It shouldn’t melt for at least a day.

He really hoped the kid liked it.

He looked back at them, seeing that their eyes were full of stars, their mouth open in awe.

Well, guess that answered whether they liked it.

Phantom waved goodbye at the kid, before flying towards the next window.

(Meanwhile, Sammy was so excited to tell their mom about this in the morning. Phantom had come to see them!!! This made being in the hospital totally worth it. He was the absolute coolest hero, even if Sammy’s mom thought he looked a bit creepy. Sammy didn’t think he did, but that was what their mom said every time Phantom came up. Sammy didn’t care though. Phantom was the best hero.)

He finally managed to find the right window after a minute more of peeking into windows, seeing Tucker sitting on his bed, messing with his PDA.

Danny floated through the window, before peeking over Tucker’s shoulder.

He was coding something, though Danny could not for the life of him tell what.

(Tucker had tried to teach Danny coding basics once. It did not go well. He kept forgetting semicolons were a thing that existed.)

Tucker didn’t even startle at Danny’s sudden appearance, far too used to his best friend’s antics by now.

“Thanks for coming dude.” Tucker said, eyes still focused on the code.

“Don’t worry about it, Tuck.” Danny said, floating over to sit next to Tucker’s bed.

Well, not next to Tucker’s bed, exactly.

More like floating in the air in a sitting position next to it, really.

Tucker finished whatever it was he had been doing, setting down his PDA on the nightstand.

He turned to smile at Danny “Not everyone would show up at 2 in the morning to comfort their friend.”

Danny shrugged, trying to pretend that he wasn’t ever not going to show up when Tucker asked.

“Really, it’s not like I had anything better to do.”

Tucker laughed, a low sound as he tried to keep his voice down.

“That’s fair. It’s not like you were working on homework.”

“Well….” Danny said, drawing out the word as he set the backpack down.

Tucker smiled, fond and exasperated.

“What is it now?”

Danny pouted, flipping upside down in the air.

“Normal biology makes no sense and is the bane of my existence.”

Tucker rolled his eyes.

“It’s not that bad.”

Danny gave Tucker his best pleading look.

“C’mon, please?”

Tucker sighed “Fine, but Danny, you just have to remember-“

Tucker launched into a ramble about their current biology assignment, and Danny flipped right side up, trying his best to listen.

It was strange, how much of this Tucker had managed to memorize.

Some of Sam’s rants must’ve stuck in his brain.

(Or maybe Tucker just really liked learning about animal life cycles.)

Danny, meanwhile, tended to just tune Sam out.

And also Tucker, he realized.

He had no clue what he had been saying.

Tucker paused for a moment, seeing Danny looking completely lost.

“Look just- Give me the book, I’ll show you what I mean.”

Danny grabbed his biology textbook, handing it over to Tucker.

Tucker flipped it open, motioning for Danny to give him a pencil.

Danny smiled at how sure Tucker was that Danny would give him a pencil without him asking.

Of course, Danny did give him it almost immediately.

“So, if you see here-“

Danny crossed his legs, floating a little over the edge of the bed as he listened to Tucker.

(Who was really cute when he was explaining something- no don’t go there.)

\(oo)/

It took an hour, but Tucker had finally managed to explain the concepts used on the assignment well enough that Danny was pretty sure he wouldn’t fail.

So, that was good.

Tucker closed the textbook, handing it over to Danny.

“Thanks Tuck. I probably won’t fail it.”

Tucker snorted “You definitely won’t fail it. Or at least if you do, it won’t be my fault.”

Danny rolled his eyes.

He flipped around, laying in the air as he looked at Tucker.

“You’re okay, right? I know that you hate hospitals but I just wanted to check because-“

“I’m fine, Danny. Hospitals suck, I hate being here, but I’m fine. You don’t need to worry.” Tucker said, cutting him off.

Danny turned away, looking at the visiting hours sheet on the wall instead of at Tucker.

“I don’t- It’s my fault, though.”

He heard Tucker sigh.

“Danny. It wasn’t your fault that I got hurt, okay? It was mine. I shouldn’t have gone out alone, especially against Skulker.”

Danny could hear the self-deprecation in Tucker’s voice.

Again.

Danny hated it when he did that, acted like he wasn’t worth it, wasn’t capable, just because he didn’t have powers.

He twisted back around to glare at Tucker, his annoyance overtaking his guilt.

 “Tuck, it’s not your fault! And don’t talk like that! You’re my best friend, and you’re awesome! With or without powers.”

Tucker smiled, and Danny realized that Tucker had been trying to get him to look at him.

Danny rolled his eyes, but didn’t turn back around.

“Look, how about we agree that it’s neither of our faults, and neither of us need to feel bad about it?” Tucker said.

Danny sighed, but nodded.

“Yeah, that’s… that’s fair.”

Tucker beamed, before grabbing Danny’s hand and tugging him into a hug. Danny went with the motion, not bothering to fight it.

Tucker’s hugs were great.

They stayed there for a moment, before Tucker let Danny go, a smile on his face.

Danny floated away slightly, hovering on his back, before flipping his head upside down to look at Tucker with a grin.

And then he heard the door open behind him.

Oh crap-

He twisted up, moving his torso in way that wasn’t exactly something humans could do, seeing that there was a nurse standing there.

She had a look of shock on her face, a hand brought up to her mouth.

Danny went invisible.

Damn, he really hoped Tucker could cover for this.

It would be a nightmare if Danny’s parents got called.

Danny darted into the corner, not wanting to deal with the nurse accidentally walking through him if she went over to Tucker’s bed.

(It was a disconcerting feeling, someone passing through him when he was a ghost. Not for him, really, he barely noticed, but Sam and Tucker had told him that it felt like there were invisible fingers trailing over their skin, when they’d tested it out.)

The nurse stood there a moment more, frozen in her surprise.

Danny saw Tucker cringe slightly.

“Um, hey? What’s up?”

The nurse shook her head, before saying hesitantly “I, you didn’t see anything?”

Tucker grabbed his PDA from the nightstand, fiddling with it.

“Nope, nothing. Who- What would even be there?”

He was not a good liar.

Danny sighed, just slightly.

The nurse turned towards the sound, but just shook her head again.

“Nothing, I don’t know. I thought I saw something. Don’t worry about it.”

A bright smile came on her face, obviously practiced for dealing with patients.

“So, any issues? Any pain? We’re still on the lookout for any internal bleeding.” She said as she picked up Tucker’s chart, looking at something on it.

Tucker flipped over his PDA, his fingers twitching like he wanted to start typing something.

“I’ve been okay, just couldn’t sleep.”

The nurse glanced up at him.

“Do you want some melatonin? It can’t mess up any of the blood thinners, antibiotics, or pain meds we’ve got you on, and it’ll help you sleep.”

Danny’s eyes widened.

Blood thinners? Danny hadn’t realized that they’d put Tucker on anything like that.

He’d figured that he’d be on antibiotics and pain meds, but blood thinners?

Why was he on blood thinners?

Weren’t those for when someone got surgery-

Tucker shrugged.

“I mean, sure? I might not take it right away.”

The nurse nodded, her smile still fixed on her face.

“Okay, I’ll bring that in for you.”

She stepped outside the room, and Danny followed her.

He was curious, and also-

Tucker was on blood thinners, apparently.

And hadn’t told Danny.

Had his injuries been more serious than he’d said? He’d insisted it was just some bruising, that they were being overcautious with the observation.

Danny poked his head through the wall, watching as the nurse leaned against the wall, holding a hand to her chest.

Oh. He’d really scared her.

She was mumbling under her breath.

“It was nothing Kate, you don’t need to freak out about it, of course there wasn’t a ghost in your patient’s room at 3 AM, that would be ridiculous-“

She continued to mutter to herself, before pushing off the wall and walking down the hallway.

Danny felt pretty bad about scaring her, but he couldn’t exactly apologize.

…Maybe he should just, leave her something nice?

He looked over to the nurse’s station.

He drifted over.

It was full of papers, patient charts and schedules and a bunch of stuff that looked way too medical-y for Danny to want to deal with.

He bit his lip, thinking.

Maybe she’d just like a flower?

Girls liked flowers.

Danny carefully formed a flower out of ice, one that looks kinda like a daisy maybe?

Danny was better at remembering what flowers looked like than what they were called.

(Also, he wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t a ghost flower.)

(Again, he was better at remembering what they looked like than what they were called, or where he found them.)

Satisfied with his small apology, Danny ducked back through the wall into Tucker’s room.

And then he remembered, oh right, Tucker, maybe, was lying about his injuries.

Tucker was typing something on his PDA, but he looked up when Danny came back into the room.

Danny was still invisible, but Tucker and Sam had figured out that when he entered a room, even if he was invisible, the temperature dropped slightly.

No one else had noticed that yet, but Tucker thought it was great, since it meant he knew where Danny was.

Danny did not think that it was great right now.

“Dude, what were you even doing?” Tucker said, putting down his PDA.

Danny faded back into visibility, trying to keep his face blank, or at least close to it.

“I was checking on the nurse. I scared her a lot, Tuck.”

Tucker grimaced.

“Yeah, but you knew what you look like when you’re in shadow.”

Danny did.

Apparently, something about low light made him look more ghostlike, stretching out his proportions and blurring his features. He never noticed it, but Tucker had tried to describe it to him as best as he could.

Sam had grinned and said that he looked awesome, like he was from a horror movie.

(Danny hadn’t liked that description. He didn’t want to be scary.)

(Sam hadn’t said it again.)

“Also, your eyes were reflecting the light, like a cat or something.” Tucker added, drawing Danny’s attention back to him.

Danny frowned.

“They were? That’s new.”

Tucker shrugged.

“Looked cool, though.”

It probably had.

“I gave her an ice flower, the nurse I mean. I wanted to aplogize.” Danny said.

Tucker grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.

“You’ve got a crush-“

Danny groaned.

“Tuck, seriously, you do not have to say that anytime I give a girl anything.”

Tucker laughed.

“I know, but your reactions are so funny.”

Danny sighed.

He knew that he needed to stop reacting, if he actually wanted Tucker to stop.

But it got under his skin, when Tucker teased him about having crushes on girls.

(Danny tried not to think about why that was.)

He floated closer to Tucker’s bed, a small frown on his face.

The nurse would probably be back soon.

But Danny really wanted to know what was happening with Tucker’s injuries.

“Tuck, why are you on blood thinners?”

Tucker looked away, all of the humor gone.

“I didn’t want you to worry.”

Danny huffed.

“What do you mean? Just tell me!”

Tucker sighed, before looking pleadingly at Danny.

“Don’t freak out, but I had surgery. That’s why I’m on blood thinners.”

Danny reeled back.

Tucker had surgery?

His injuries had been bad enough for that?

(Danny had failed that badly?)

“You- you were that hurt?” Danny asked, his voice wavering.

Tucker got a look of panic on his face.

“I’m fine, I’m fine! Danny I swear, it was almost nothing, they just had to fix some internal bleeding-“

“You had internal bleeding?” Danny screeched.

Tucker nodded hesitantly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Danny asked, hurt in his voice.

Had Tucker been mad at him for failing to protect him-?

“I didn’t want you to worry, it wasn’t as bad as it sounds-“

The door opened.

Danny went invisible almost immediately this time, not wanting to scare the nurse again.

She looked less freaked out, a smile fixed on her face.

“Here’s that melatonin, sorry that it took me so long to get.”

She handed Tucker a small cup, two pills in it.

“Once you take those, it should be easier for you to fall asleep.”

Tucker nodded, giving her a small smile.

“Thanks.”

He glanced to the corner Danny was in, as the nurse did one last check of his vitals.

Danny sighed almost silently from his corner.

He’d failed, he’d let Tucker get hurt-

Tucker hadn’t told him.

The nurse left, telling Tucker to go to sleep as she did.

Danny faded back into visibility, his face downcast.

Tucker sighed at his expression.

“Danny, I didn’t want you to worry-“

“Tell me next time.” Danny said pleadingly, desperately.

If he didn’t know when he’d failed, he couldn’t try to make sure it didn’t happen again.

Tucker shook his head, not in denial but in exasperation.

“Okay. I’ll tell you next time.”

Danny felt relief travel through him, settling something in his core.

He needed to know when Tucker, or Sam, got hurt.

He needed to make sure it didn’t happen again.

Danny floated forward, before hugging Tucker.

Tucker rolled his eyes, leaning into the hug.

“Is this some ghost thing? Feels like a ghost thing.”

Danny laughed, rolling his eyes right back at Tucker.

“Really, it’s a ghost thing to care about my friends now-?”

Tucker shoved lightly at Danny, humor in his face.

“Shut up, you know what I mean-“

Danny grinned, leaning back, still floating in front of Tucker.

“It’s not a ghost thing, Tuck. I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

Tucker smiled softly at Danny at the sentiment behind his words.

Danny looked away, feeling his face heat up.

Tucker laughed slightly at Danny’s apparent embarrassment.

(It wasn’t embarrassment. He just couldn’t handle Tucker smiling at him like that, it was so full of love-)

Danny looked back at him, seeing Tucker grinning at him.

He crossed his arms with a huff, dramatic and insincere.

“You don’t have to annoying about it-“

Tucker cut him off with another laugh, before he looked over to his PDA, seeing the time.

He sighed.

Danny glanced over as well, seeing that it was almost 4 AM.

He needed to get home, heck-

His mom was always up at six, and she checked on Danny and Jazz at the same time.

And Danny would really like to get some more sleep before he was inevitably woken up by his mom checking on him.

He looked back to Tucker, an apologetic look on his face.

“I gotta go, sorry-“

Tucker waved him off.

“No worries. Thanks for coming to hang out.”

Danny smiled, about to grab his bag-

And then he had a very impulsive thought.

He wavered for a moment.

Before deciding, yeah, it’s worth it.

He leaned forward, giving Tucker a kiss on the cheek.

Tucker looked at him in complete surprise.

Danny smiled softly at him, and Tucker blushed.

(Ha, sweet revenge.)

Danny felt all of his sudden confidence leave him in moments.

He’d actually just done that, Ancients-

He darted away, grabbing his bag quickly.

“So uh, yeah no problem, I’ll see you at school-!” Danny said in a rush, before flying out of the window.

He was halfway to his house before he remembered that no, he wouldn’t see Tucker at school, because Tucker was still gonna be in the hospital for a few more days.

He was such a mess.

He couldn’t believe he’d just done that, kissed Tucker on the cheek.

(He wished he could do it again.)

\(oo)/

Tucker watched as Danny flew away.

He held a hand to his cheek.

His best friend had just kissed him.

On the cheek, but still.

He’d kissed Tucker.

A soft smile came onto his face.

If Danny felt the same-

Oh, Tucker was so going to flirt with him when he came back in the morning.

Danny wasn’t gonna know what hit him.

He took the melatonin pills, laying down to wait for the sleepiness to hit him.

Tucker grinned to himself.

This was going to be fun.

And maybe he’d get a boyfriend out of it.

A man could dream.

[mickandmusings]

iv. so high school

part of the 'hangman & honey' series!

summary: With Honey and Jake's senior year coming to a quick end, Honey is more than thrilled to dream about her upcoming days in the Austin sun as a future UT student. Blindly, and perhaps naively, she assumes Jake will be at her side for another four years. Jake has a secret he's refused to tell her, and the weight of it threatens to collapse his chest. He knows it's the right decision, but he can't help but think of the hurt it will cause the girl he loves.

word count: 4.4k

warnings: fluffy->angsty, building up to some major angst, folks, buckle up, also two posts in one week is crazy, just let me be mentally ill thanks <3

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'And there he goes! #86, Senior Jake Seresin catches the ball from #19, Senior Ethan Williams, and runs towards the end zone for the touchdown and...it is good! That's a win for the Haven High Bobcats! The Blue and Gold Nation is officially in the playoffs!'

The crowd roars in Honey's ears as she jumps up and claps in elation at Jake's score-saving play. Haven had been behind by just a handful of points, and he'd won the game just before the buzzer sounded for the end of the fourth quarter. She smiled as she watched his teammates pummel over him, lifting him above their heads as he slings off his helmet, sweaty blonde hair shining under stadium lights. His Hollywood smile is blinding, and although she can't hear it, she can see him laugh.

Honey turns to Janet and Jacob Sr. moving next to her, both of them picking up their stadium seats and filing out of their row in the bleachers. Honey picks up Jake's football sweatshirt and slings it over her shoulders. She sported a solid navy long-sleeve under Jake's spare gold jersey she wore, but Jake had insisted she bring another layer. He had been right, of course, she had shivered through the first half of the game, but after halftime, she had broken into a sweat cheering Jake on. She trailed behind Janet, making their way back to the parking lot to meet up with her small-town football star boyfriend. Honey chatted pleasantly with Janet and Jacob Sr. as she stood next to their truck, telling them about she and Jake's after-game plans. They had decided on their usual post-game dinner at The Basket, then they'd slip off into one of the empty pastures far from the farmhouse and simply enjoy some alone time, not that the grandparents needed to know that detail. She waved them goodbye when they parted to their truck, and Honey walked across the parking lot to Jake’s truck. She leaned against the side of it, waiting for him to arrive. She didn’t bother to pay attention to the stares in her direction or the whispers filling the air, Jake was the senior football star hanging out with her, so she’d expected the push back.

She heard him before she saw him, his hearty laugh filling the air. He’s fist-bumping and bro-hugging his teammates before he makes his way over to her. His smile widens, throwing down his duffel at her feet and lifting her up off the ground, kissing her lips. Honey's own smile appears, lightly chastising him to put her down. When he does, he notes her appearance, fondly looking at his own numbers across her torso, but concerned she’d be freezing.

"I told you to wear that sweatshirt, not tie it 'round your waist. You're gonna end up with a head cold and you're gonna be all mopey and miserable."

Honey gave him a pointed look.

"Okay, Dad, cool your jets. I'll put it on when we get to the truck."

He opens her door and she slides in, and he opens the back door to throw his duffel bag on the floorboard. Honey waits for him to slide around to his spot at the front, but a voice calls out his name.

"Hey, Seresin! You comin' out tonight, man? Everyone's coming down to my place, gonna have a bonfire."

Ethan Williams' voice calls after him. Honey listens in as they speak, her eyes cutting awkwardly to her hands, fiddling with the hem of the jersey she's wearing. Truthfully, all Honey wanted to do was grab their dinner, go back home and plop into Jake's bed, and sleep until noon the next day. She understood why Jake would want to go, Ethan was captain of the football team, quarterback, and Jake's friend. It was their senior year, the last chance to soak up any childish memories before their impending adulthood. Jake was funny, the life of any party, but Honey was still learning to adapt to that sort of environment. Jake cut his green eyes to look at Honey, raising an eyebrow as if to ask what she wanted to do. Honey nodded slowly, a forced smile plastered across her face. Honey hated parties, especially ones like these, where almost everyone in attendance was friends with one another, while she was just there by association. She took a deep breath and calmed herself, it’d be fine, she’d go along with Jake for a few hours, let him laugh and mingle, and then they’d go back home. There she would have him to herself.

“Yeah, follow you there?” Jake replied back quickly. Ethan nods and walks toward his own truck. Jake quickly slings into the driver’s side of the truck, cranking it, and waiting for Ethan to roll out.

“Honey, you say the word and I’m blowing this party, I know-“

“No, no,” her voice is confident, at least to her. “These are your friends, and you just took us to the playoffs, Jake. You should celebrate, you deserve it.”

He gives her a wide grin, one that makes her heart swell with ridiculous adoration for the boy across from her.

-

A few hours later, Honey finds herself sitting on a bale of hay a few yards away from the bonfire, nursing a beer she hadn’t taken more than two sips of. She didn’t care for the taste of beer to begin with, often starting one and letting Jake finish it, but this one tasted particularly sour. It likely had nothing to do with the beer at all, her attitude had been sour for the past hour or so, and she was more than ready to go home. She had sat and listened to the other player's girlfriends gossip amongst themselves-who was sleeping with who, who cheated on who-typical high school gossip. She had tuned them out mostly, her eyes following Jake as he laughed with his friends. His eyes would meet hers occasionally, checking on her without having to say a word. She wasn't sour at him for having fun, she had wanted him to have this, childish teenage memories to look back on ten years from now. It wasn't his fault she wasn't having fun, it was hers, she should've tried to talk to other people in school these past four years. She remained relatively uninterested in their blabber, but when she heard something that perked her ears, she simply couldn't stop listening in.

“I know you all saw those scouts tonight, they were hard to miss in that bright orange.”

“Of course I did, they’re always at Haven games when the season is good. The question is, who are they scoutin'? Ethan has already announced he’s going to A&M, they’re not there for him.”

“They’re at the games for Jake Seresin, duh! He hasn’t accepted a scholarship anywhere, it’s got to be him. None of the other guys are good enough, my own boyfriend included.”

“Well there’s only one person who would know his plans, you just have to ask her,” Brett’s girlfriend Haley spoke. She was turning to Honey, her pale blue eyes kind. “Hey, Honey, why don’t you come sit over here with us?”

Honey stilled, the condensation on her beer can making her hands cold. Haley had always been kind to her, their boyfriends were close friends, Brett was one of Jake's few friends that spoke to her, and it made for easy camaraderie. Before she could overthink it, her feet carried her over to the group of girls, sinking onto a hay bale next to Haley.

“So, Honey,” Sarah Grace, Ethan’s girlfriend, started. “Where does Jake plan on signing to?”

Honey’s mouth felt as if she’d been eating cotton, her eyes wide. She, truthfully, had no idea. It wasn’t something Jake had ever talked to her about. She’d assumed he would go to UT Austin, it was his preferred team, and it wasn’t too far from Haven. It was Honey’s future school, hopefully, because she’d follow him anywhere.

“Um,” she started. “I don’t really know, but if I had to guess, probably UT Austin. I mean, he’s been a Longhorns fan since before I knew him, and that’s where I’ve sent my early decision application, so..." She ends her statement with a shrug. She feels like everyone’s eyes are on her, feeling a blush forming at the unusual attention.

“No matter where he goes, he’ll be a star, so it’s a win-win for you either way.” Haley smiles encouragingly, now turning her full attention to Honey. “On a more important topic, have you picked out your color for prom? Because Brett and I are doing pink, which he hates, but I’ve had my heart on this dress since freshman year so-“

Honey listens to Haley, but her mind is far from prom and dress colors. How was it this far into their senior year and she had yet to talk about college plans with Jake? She had just assumed they’d go to UT Austin together, but maybe she’d read it all wrong. What if he didn’t want her to follow him?

“-so you should come with us, we’re all going together, it would be fun, having another girl around.”

Honey’s eyes widened, realizing Haley was inviting her to come prom dress shopping. Her eyes widened, she’d never been invited anywhere, not sincerely at least.

“Um, yeah, that sounds great. I-I’ll be there.”

Haley lets out a squeal of excitement as she smiles, making Honey smile too. She’d spent the rest of her night engaged in conversation with the other football girlfriends, finding herself laughing as the girls welcomed her warmly. Jake watched from afar, smiling to himself as he watched Honey's body language begin to settle in the small group of girls. He gave her space to socialize amongst them, proud of her for stepping even a foot out of her comfort zone. He finds her a few hours later, bidding the other girls a swift farewell before sweetly grabbing her hand and whisking her away back to the truck, back home. As the pair walked away into the distance, the girls began a new discussion.

“So, who wants to bet on how long those two have been more than friends?” Sarah Grace starts, her eyes still on the couple fading into the distance.

“Jake Seresin and her? Listen, she’s a sweet girl but they’re polar opposites. No way they've got somethin' going on. They’re nothing but friends.”

“Bullshit, she’s worn his jersey every single game, and he’s always got his arm around her. And those eyes he gives her? No way they’re not at least fooling around.” Ethan's girlfriend pipes up.

“Rumor has it she lives with the Seresin’s cause her mom’s a deadbeat. I mean they share a bed and everything, I bet they fuck like rabbits. We all know how well-off the Seresin's are, not to mention the influence that comes along with it, what if she's like, baby trapping him or something? I'm calling it now, she'll be pregnant before prom."

“You’re all wrong,” Haley finally piped up, shaking her head at the ignorant girl's statement. “Those two have been dating since sophomore year, are you truly that blind? For God's sake, have you ever seen Jake let anyone else borrow his clothes like that? Fuck no. Not to mention his obsession with touching her every time she's in his vicinity-they hold hands, she'll intertwine her arm around his, sleep on his shoulder-they're not hiding it. You just didn't notice it because you don't think someone shy like Honey could pull a ladies man like Jake Seresin. You should’ve seen them at Brett’s New Year’s Eve party last year, I swear Jake wasn’t going to let her breathe he kissed her so hard. Those two are in love, crazy about each other, but Jake is…not like other guys. He'd never let something like that happen to Honey. He isn't the idea you have in your head, at least not with her."

-

Jake cranks the truck and swings his arm around the headrest, his head peering out the back glass to back out. His hand lands on Honey’s thigh when he finally gets on the road. It's routine, his hand always rests against her when they ride together. She made no move to scoot closer, and when Jake looked at her, he expected to see her eyes shutting with sleep, but he instead found them wide awake, eyebrows pinched in thought. He sighs, he should’ve known from her being abnormally quiet when it was just the two of them.

“I can feel you thinking all the way over here. Talk to me. What's the matter, baby?” Jake’s voice is calm, soothing, as his thumb rubs lazy circles on her leg. Honey looks over at him, catches a glimpse of his concerned eyes, and looks back out her window before responding:

“There were scouts there tonight, from UT Austin. Word around the party says they were there to watch you.”

Jake shrugs, confused at where the conversation was heading. “That's a bad thing?”

Honey shakes her head. “No, it’s just, Haley and the other girls were asking if you were hoping to go to UT, and I realized I couldn’t even tell them, because I didn’t know. I-I even put my early decision application there, because I just thought that was where you’d go. It occurred to me I didn't even ask, I just thought we'd go together.”

As Jake processes her statement, he swallows thickly. He knew Honey's college plans, and as much as he'd wanted to follow her, he knew in the depth of his heart he wouldn't be following her to Austin. He had no aspirations for a traditional college route, and had already sent in his application to the Naval Academy. He hadn't told her, he hadn't told anyone, with the exception of their guidance counselor.

“I, um, I’m sendin' my application to UT too, just trying to scope out some other options, ya know? If I get hurt during a game or somethin', I’m over, I’ll lose my scholarship. I-I mean, my grades are there, but they’re not perfect, not like yours. Grandpa Seresin, he went straight to the Naval Academy after high school, paid for everything until he retired to the farm. Danny did too, played football there and everything. I just, need somethin' with some padding like that, just in case, so I’ve been holding out on a definite answer.”

His answer hadn’t been a complete lie, just, not the truth either. Honey nods in understanding, satisfied with his answer for now. Finally, she scoots over in the seat and leans her head on his shoulder, burying her head into the crook of his neck. She’s comfortable, content.

“That's good, just know I’ll follow you anywhere. I couldn’t imagine not having you around for four years, no way I'd survive without you."

Jake gulps, his heart breaking in half in his chest. His mind raced, if he told her the truth, it would kill her. There was no guarantee he'd be accepted into the Academy, but he hadn't even told her that he'd tried for it. He knew he had to tell her, but he kept it to himself for now, trying to enjoy their moments of being seniors together. He leans down and kisses her head, his mind swimming with thoughts of how he would tell her if he got accepted into the Naval Academy. He could already picture her big eyes swimming with tears, the fake smile she’d plaster across her face for his sake, telling him how proud she was, and how she would be hurting on the inside the entire time. He didn’t want that, he couldn’t face that, so, as fall turned to winter and then winter into spring, he’d neglected telling her completely.

-

When her early acceptance to UT Austin came in December, Honey had been all smiles and excited rambles, and that night, as they ate the celebratory dinner Janet made Honey, his stomach turned with guilt. Come the spring, when everyone else was announcing acceptances, he would no longer be able to lie to her, to defer the truth. But he pushed it to the side, letting both himself and Honey focus on all the exciting things that came with the last few months of high school, but they passed quicker than he wanted them to. They’d made it into the playoffs, won a few rounds before their luck run out and the football season was over. Christmas was done and over before he blinked, and his heart all but shattered at Honey’s blinding smile when she opened her very first orange Longhorns sweatshirt of her own-a gift from his grandparents. Honey had let her shoulders fall in happiness, tossing off Jake's Cowboys sweatshirt she was wearing to throw it over her head. She’d cried and squeezed both Janet and Jacob Sr. so tightly, but Jake could not smile, his entire chest was tight with words he couldn’t say. So when he opened an identical box with the same sweatshirt in a bigger size, he had to wipe on a smile and swallow the lump in his throat, because everyone still believed he’d be tagging along with Honey come August, his grandmother included. He had spilled his secret months before to his grandfather, who listened earnestly, but gave him a raised eyebrow look.

"This got anythin' to do with Danny?"

Jake had sighed, choosing not to say anything. Nothing got past his grandfather. His Uncle Danny had served in the Navy his entire life, as long as Jake had been alive. When Uncle Danny hadn't come back from his last post with the Navy, it had sent the entire family into shambles. It wasn't until months later that they'd found out the truth-he'd been shot down and lost his life.

Jacob Sr. had only nodded his head, sort of shocked by Jake's sudden announcement, but not surprised. His grandson had always had a flair for the unexpected.

"He'd be proud of you, kid. Just, the truth is better out than in. I know you haven't told Honey, that sweet girl deserves the truth, Jake. And you better tell ya Granny too, if she finds out from someone other than you, she'll kill you before you even get to Maryland. Believe me, women always find out the truth."

Jake suddenly wished he would've taken that advice sooner.

For the entirety of the next few months, he burned as he listened to Honey talk about them at UT: the apartments they'd move into together, joining him for football games, being his tag-along at parties, and him joining her in the library to help her study. She was so excited, happier than Jake had seen her in, well, ever-she was getting away from everything: her mother who she despised, this small town that felt suffocating at times, the people who talked shit about her, but she’d still have him, the one person she truly loved. She'd make him stop and let her check the mail each day as they came in from school, waiting for an acceptance letter for him that would never come. Honey would give him a sweet smile and assure him it would come sooner or later. He wouldn’t burst that bubble for-he couldn't-at least not yet.

-

As the colder days turned into a particularly hot April, Jake had five weeks before graduation, meaning he had T-minus thirty-five days to tell her. He had prolonged it this far, because after he told her the news, it was likely he’d never see her again. He'd received his Naval Academy acceptance letter two weeks ago, and as proud of himself as he was, he knew the disaster that would lay ahead of him, all at his own hand. He had broken down on the couch the night that Honey was out with Haley and Sarah Grace prom dress shopping, and his grandmother had gotten the truth from him. Janet had wrapped the boy in her arms, the boy who now towered over her, as if he was a toddler again and let him cry, knowing his decision had been made, but it didn't mean it would be easy.

Instead of focusing on the imminent pain, he spent his free time working on the old farm house on the south side of the farm. The house was nice, built years ago for a group of farm hands hired for the summer, but was in desperate need of a deep clean and some minor fixes. He had thought it’d be a great place for Honey and her new friends (Haley and Sarah Grace) to get ready for prom together, and a place he and Honey could decompress afterwards without any prying eyes, or worrying about waking up Janet or Jacob Sr. His grandparents had thought it was a good idea, happy to see Honey bring around more friends than just their grandson. As he scrubbed the floors and moved furniture into the house that week, his mind raced with ideas of how he would tell her, and, more importantly, when. After an internal pep-talk, he decided on telling her after prom, after the last fun before graduation was over. He wanted her to have one good night after her hell of a high school experience, but he needed to get the truth off his chest, and fast.

-

For now, he's wrapping his fist against the wooden door of her bedroom across the hall from his. He stares back at the Dawson's Creek poster plastered across it as he speaks.

“Honey, can I come in?”

“Hold on!” Her voice pipes up, and a shuffling noise is evident behind the door. “Okay! Now you can.”

Jake pushes open the creaky door and notices nothing out of place, which makes him raise a brow.

“What was all that racket about?”

“I had to hide my prom dress, I don’t want you to see it before prom night, it’s supposed to be a surprise! Haley said it was a ‘crime’ to look that good, so I should keep it a surprise from you.”

Jake shakes his head, kissing the top of her head as he pulls her into his arms.

“Well that poses a bit of a problem, darlin’. Don’t know what color tie I need, or what flowers to put on your corsage.”

Honey blushes, forgetting about that.

“For the flowers, do whatever you want, just something pretty, and the tie, black.” She attempts to mask her sly smile.

“Black?” Jake’s green eyes widened, his arms pulling her closer as he looked down at her. The sight of Honey in a black dress would probably kill him on the spot. "Don't think I've ever seen you in a black dress, baby."

Honey smiled as he spoke the nickname that still gave her goosebumps nearly three years later. She shrugs nonchalantly, as if the sudden change was nothing.

"Wanted to switch it up, leave our whole class with the whole 'wallflower is hotter than you think' dramatic exit, like a movie."

Jake chuckles, "You've got to stop watching so many of those cheesy romances. C'mon I got to show you somethin'."

He pulls her forward by the hand as she quickly slides on her sandals at the door. He brings her out the door and pops open the passenger side of his vehicle, helping her in. He slides into his driver's side and backs out, leading to her incoming question.

"Jake, where are we going?"

"That field with the house in the middle."

"Care to tell me why?"

"You'll see, darlin', patience, please."

Honey rolls her eyes at him as she looks out the window at the fields full of animals passing them by, slowly morphing into empty ones. Jake pulls into the driveway of the house, and Honey notes the lights on in the house.

"Did they hire some hands for the summer? You should've told me, I'm not really dressed to meet strangers, Jake."

Jake opens her door, and helps her out.

"Nobody's here but us, Hon. Just c'mon," He leads her through the front door and into the house, and she's immediately in awe of how nice it looks. There's no more layers of dust, or the sort of weird, tangy smell a shut-up house has. She turns to her boyfriend again.

"You did all this? You cleaned this place up?"

He nods, pulling her into him, her back to his chest.

"Thought it would be nice for you and the girls to get ready in, since me, and Brett and Willie and Ethan are getting ready at the house, no way we could share a bathroom with all of us."

"You fixed the bathroom in this place?" Honey's eyes widened, launching from his arms and into the hallway. She opens the door and audibly gasps-he added lighting around the mirrors, something the bathroom was once lacking, giving the perfect spot for them to get ready. "You are somethin' else, Jake Seresin."

She approaches him as he's standing in the door frame, kissing his lips sweetly. When they break apart she catches sight of the open bedroom door, immediately moving to look at it. She pushes the door completely open, finding the once broken headboard fixed, clean sheets, and the curtains are no longer filled with dust. The boy who she had to force to pick up his laundry had vacuumed this house from top to bottom.

"It looks amazing here, J, seriously." Her eyes are round as she looks around.

"I, um, I thought it'd be nice for us to have this place for just us, ya know? For prom obviously, but also if you wanted to come home during school or the summer? Wouldn't have to be cramped up in the house with the old folks."

He didn't have the heart to say he had done it so she would have some space away from the memories of him if she decided to come home. He didn't like imagining her working her ass off for some overpriced apartment during the summers when she could live here. The place wasn't anything fancy, and it's interior was definitely aging, but that was something she could fix, if she wanted. It gave Jake peace of mind to know that even if he wasn't around for her, that she would have somewhere to go, that she would be taken care of. She leans back into his embrace, taking in the house's appearance.

"Hey, J?" Her voice is quiet, but not somber.

"Yeah, baby?" He replies, his chin falling to her shoulder, planting a chaste kiss on her temple before he rests there.

"Do you think, someday-, maybe-, maybe s-someday we'd fix this place up together? It could be ours? I mean, it's perfect, a decent size house on a big patch of land. We could make it our own."

Jake's heart sinks to his feet, feeling like he might hurl with the amount of guilt swirling in his stomach. Her eyes are so wide, full of hope, and she gives him that smile, the one that's so rare it's practically reserved for him alone. He swallows down the round of tears threatening to choke him, and gives her a smile of his own.

"Someday, I'll give you the house of your dreams, baby. I'll give you whatever you want, if you'll let me."

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Movie Musical Divas Tournament: Round 1

This match-up is for me specifically

Lesley Ann Warren (1946- ): Cinderella (1965, title role) | Victor/Victoria (1982, Norma) | The Happiest Millionaire (1967, Cordy)

"From the sweet and charming title role in Cinderella (1965) to the campy vamp jilted ex in Victor/Victoria (for which she earned an Oscar nom), there truly isn’t anything she can’t do and she elevates every role she’s in.I mean, she stands out in a film featuring Julie Andrews in a singing role. I was so enamored with Lesley as Cinderella when I was growing up, they played the film every year, and then I saw Clue and I was bowled over. Her comedic timing is impeccable, her delivery, her mannerisms, and of course her voice. I’ve seen people say that she’s underrated as an actor, I don’t know about that, what I do know is that she sure is something." - anonymous

Susan Sarandon (1946- ): Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) Janet Weiss

"okay okay I can only really think of the one movie musical within the time frame that she’s in. BUT she’s too hot for me to care about that and I hope you agree. I mean I’m sorry she does spend half of rocky horror walking around in a bra and underwear and nothing else and Susan Sarandon did get like pneumonia from being wet and cold for half of filming (rain scenes and no heat on set I think) for us to not say she’s hot enough in it for her to count for this" - anonymous

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Susan Sarandon:

"Confirmed bisexual Susan Sarandon. Kept her ex-husband's name professionally. Incidentally, her ex Chris Sarandon remarried *the* Joanna Gleason, who also kept her first husband's name professionally. They did a podcast episode together about cooking and I think about these connections a lot." - anonymous