#...but everyone loves them so maybe i should get off my butt and watch them at some point in my hopefully lengthy existence)

[sortanonymous]

I can't stand the tension! I miss Unicorn: Warriors Eternal so much! I just need to know if it's coming back or not! If it's getting another season (or three like Genndy hoped for), then that's freaking awesome! If it's getting Zaslav'd before it can ever address that cliffhanger, then that's the biggest disgrace to happen in this industry in about a month or two (maybe idk). But just let ne know already! It's been a year! I miss Mel/Em, Ed, and the others so much! SGGYJGDGHBFGRKKDDYHHH

[yueebby]

happy wife, happy life  — gojo satoru

synopsis. not fawning over his wife may prove to be harder than gojo thought.

contents. fluff, gojo is so whipped for his wife and everyone is tired (whats new), ooc gojo?

notes. this was pure self indulgence. i wanted to slander and coddle gojo all at once and this was it teehee :3

the first thing you hear when you stand up to leave the staff meeting is a wolf whistle.

“looking good,” satoru looks you up and down. you roll your eyes playfully, your husband’s behavior is not foreign to you. he taps your upper thigh, dangerously close to your butt as you take your leave. however, the others in the room don't take kindly to the action.

“highly inappropriate behavior gojo,” utahime mutters under her breath from across the table. beside her, nanami is giving your husband a hard stare. 

satoru pays no mind to them though, smiling up at you as you walk out of the room. you shake your head when he continuously blows a series of kisses. he ignores your rejection, opting to mouth crude comments instead.

the moment the door shuts, the strongest sorcerer immediately deflates, disinterested in whatever matters the rest had to discuss about. 

“i don’t know how she puts up with you,” utahime takes a long sip out of her cup of tea. beside her, shoko snorts.

“probably for his body.” shoko is not unfamiliar with satoru’s antics, having witnessed it since his rowdy school days. she applauds him for coming far with you, but it was still fun to tease him.

gojo crosses his arms, emitting a disgruntled sound. “and my golden personality?”

nanami sighs, “ieiri’s conclusion is most likely right.”

the limitless user wiggles his finger playfully. “nanamin, how scandalous of you to fantasize about my body! i’m a married man y’know~” 

nanami looks like he has eaten something sour. unlike you, nanami’s attitude towards gojo has not softened as the years passed.

“i’m surprised she’s still with you.” utahime snickers. “she’s a sensible woman and you’re–” 

satoru frowns at her statement.  he’d never thought about how you felt about his behavior. perhaps that was his fatal flaw. gojo satoru had a nasty streak of negligence. and the last time he failed to notice someone dear to him —   

“well i’m glad she ended up choosing me, yeah?” his frown is quickly covered up by the wide smirk on his face. he leans back on his chair that’s starting to feel less comfortable by the second. the chair creaks under the weight of his body. honestly, how old are these old wooden things? “as much as i’d like to keep chatting about my lovely wife, i’d like to get this meeting over with so i can see her again.”

the rest of the meeting ensues as usual.

“sensei has been weird… right?” itadori offers his hand after knocking megumi down during a sparring match. the black haired boy grunts as he is pulled up.

“if by weird, you mean normal.” megumi glances back at you and gojo who are watching intently at the first and second years practicing close combat on the training field. it was a bit peculiar to see satoru not throw himself all over you. gojo without pda is like a jigsaw puzzle missing its most essential piece, leaving the overall picture incomplete and lacking the electrifying energy that defines his existence. 

“i feel like i should be happy, but it’s unsettling to see him not initiating some misconduct. do you think they’re fighting?” nobara is panting on the grassy floor. she raises her hand in surrender when maki leaps in to take her head off with a spear.

maki retracts her blade, turning back to observe you and gojo, “nah, gojo would fold at her command.” 

“salmon.”

from across the training field, you turn to your husband nervously, “why are they staring at us?”

satoru hums, his blindfolded gaze focuses on the field in front of you, “hm, maybe they’re admiring their very beautiful [name] sensei.” the blindfolded man pauses. compliments should still be okay– right? satoru can’t imagine a life without lavishing you with love, yet he will content himself with gently sprinkling you with affection. 

you smack his shoulder playfully. to your surprise, your husband doesn’t reciprocate with some form of physical affection. you tilt your head, perplexed. 

quickly dismissing it, you yell at your students to continue their training.

you don’t notice the way satoru clenches his fists, keeping his eyes trained anywhere but you.

the next time satoru is tempted by your presence is when he comes back home after a mission. it was a walk in the park, but the heavy stack of paperwork that followed it had depleted his energy. all he wanted was to snuggle in bed with his wife, selfishly keeping you all to himself.

and you’re not making it easier to resist with the way you warmly greet him with a smile in nothing but a small cotton tee and those tiny pajama shorts. eyes up, eyes up, eyes up, satoru mentally chants.

he thinks he might actually die.

“toru!” you abandon the book you had been reading to pay your husband taxes (kisses that satoru demands he must have). “you’re home awfully late.”

“mission… paperwork,” his clipped response is mumbled as he hurries past you and to your shared bathroom, avoiding your touch. satoru silently prays to the heavens that you don’t notice his suspicious efforts as he makes his way to take a much needed ice cold shower.

you stand in your spot in confusion, letting your husband go. slowly, you start to connect the pieces of satoru’s strange behavior from his refusal to touch you to his sudden responsible disposition. gojo satoru never does paperwork– not unless you bribe him with a dozen kisses. speaking of kisses, you don’t even remember the last time he had demanded one. something was definitely wrong. 

without missing a beat, you quickly follow your lover’s trail into the bathroom.

to your delight, your husband had failed to lock the door. in the hush of your silence, you can hear the subtle rustle of satoru's garments.

his sky blue eyes go wide when he sees you walk through the door.

“toru… is there something wrong?” your voice is careful. 

the white haired man in front of you nervously laughs as he covers his bare chest, “geez, ask me out to dinner first.” 

“gojo satoru.”

your husband winces at his full name being used, but he puts on another mask. a faux smile plays on his lips as he shrugs. “i don’t know what you mean, gojo.” 

your heart drops at his insistence to shut you out, but you stand your ground. with sheer determination, you walk up to your husband, closing the gap between the two of you. you cup his cheek with a hand while you start to lean closer, your lips nearly brushing.

satoru shuts his eyes, inhaling a deep breath to regain composure. he even sucks in his lips, making him look utterly ridiculous. despite the dangerous allure of your proximity, he resolves to stand firm.

"you won’t even kiss me anymore! satoru, this is absurd. what's happening?" you distance yourself, seeking answers.

despite his towering stature, a snort escapes you as satoru resembles a mere child when mumbling something under his breath.

"come on, use your big boy words."

"i don't want to drive you away," he avoids making eye contact now that his blindfold is off. "i know i can be a bit overwhelming at times."

upon hearing his excuse, you snort loudly, “seriously?”

“seriously.”

“i can’t believe i married such an idiot.” you huff, wrapping your arms around his neck.

satoru pouts, “you’re breaking my heart wifey.”

your lips softly kiss the corner of his mouth. like it was muscle memory, satoru’s lips chase yours even after you pull away. you smile.

“for such a genius, you really are stupid ‘toru.” you flick his forehead. he whines and you know it didn’t hurt, yet you entertain him by leaning up to kiss his injury. “believe it or not, i married you for reasons beyond your pretty face and body.”

“you think i’m pretty?” his eyes shine bright as they lovingly gaze into yours. you take one hand to cup his cheek. he nuzzles his face into it.

“of course you’d say that.” you laugh softly. “but honestly, i’m offended that you thought i would ever be annoyed by your affections. might i remind you that we have been madly in love since our youth? i found myself captivated by your ability to love effortlessly, and the way you hopelessly pined for me for years? i knew i was a goner. that… and your bank accoun–”

satoru kisses you with an intensity that leaves you feeling blissfully lightheaded. lost in the haze of the moment, he showers the rest of your face with tender, wet kisses, and you stand there, surrendering to the sweet assault.

upon withdrawing, satoru wears a broad grin. "i was an idiot today, wasn't i?" you nod, breathless. "how about i make it up to you tonight?" he proposes, drawing you close. you are all too familiar with that feral grin adorning his face.

[angelyuji]

violent short-tempered yandere type characters

i cant remember where i got this idea. either i saw it on a show or it came to me in a dream.... alsooo im mostly basing this off of rick sanchez cuz im insane and i love my men crazy, smart, and old. im also addicted to rick and morty rn and im praying the next season comes out soon..... anyway

tw // murder, kidnapping, yandere stuff, treating someone like an object/pet (i cant remember the word for it)

they're busy people. they dont have time to date you or stalk u for long periods of time. they’re impatient and short-tempered and generally assholes. they literally saw you once and thought u were the cutest thing ever.

they watched, angrily, as your partner’s hand squeezes your butt. they watched as you giggled, lightly pushing your partner. they knew in one glance that you shouldn't be with your asshole partner. you deserved better. someone smarter, kinder, stronger like themselves. their fists clenched as they pushed past everyone in the way, seeing red. no one is allowed to touch you like that except for them. no one should be able to feel your warmth and see your smile except for them. they finally get close to the two of you and in one quick movement, your partner’s brains had splattered onto the pavement. your scream filled their ears and a sense of peace filled them. they grabbed your arm and the two of you disappeared from view.

you dont even have to meet them. one quick glance from you is all they need. they kill anyone in their path. anyone that poses a threat to you. anyone that even thinks about taking you away from them.

theyre mean to you, but all they want is to keep you safe. to hold you. to keep your love to themselves. they’re so easily jealous.

(like how rick cares abt his family, but he’s still an absolute asshole to them) (rick brainrot guys i need the old fuck NEOW) (i think i just love fictional older men who have committed heinous crimes…) (anyway)

the only time they’d be kind to u is if they feel like you’re pulling away or thinking of escaping. its a lot of hot and cold. you would constantly annoy them. to them, you should be seen, not heard. there when they need comfort, but you need to fuck off otherwise. you’re quite literally their pet. they keep you to entertain them.

definitely: homelander, omni-man, sukana, william afton, ooc rick sanchez

maybe: canon rick sanchez, ooc captain america

[midnighthazee]

Greenridge ABO Series

a/n: back to spoil your filthy little minds since y'all have been so patient and loving the story! thank you my little Greenies! 💚💚💚 also this is my first mxm so don't judge me too harshly😢

Series Masterlist Masterlist

Warnings: little angsty?, explicit language, fear, pet names, FLUFF, SMUT, male x male, 18+, MDNI, oral, anal, cum eating, creampie, hint of degrading, overstim, sub!jeongin, dom/sub dynamics, cockwarming

WC: 4961

Chapter 6

Cooking was your newfound interest. You had enjoyed making brownies so much that you lingered in the kitchen when dinner got started. Minho was in his element, moving across the kitchen with such grace. You watched in awe.

“Bite your lip any harder and it’s going to bleed.” Minho said, not looking up from the pot he stood in front of.

You quickly released your lip, blushing and looking down.

“Want to help me?”

You nod eagerly.

“Come over here.” Minho gestured. “Can you handle a knife?”

“Yes.” you say, giving him a look.

He chuckled and it made you smile.

He told you to mince the parsley, basil, and garlic, demonstrating first. You did as he showed you and soon you were done, adding it to his pot of sauce. Seungmin was handling the meat as you assisted Minho, Felix resting on the couch for once.

“Yah! Get off the couch and cook dinner.” Changbin called to Felix.

“I made dessert.” Felix groaned.

Changbin came over to the couch and scooped Felix up, flipping him over his shoulder and smacking his butt.

“Put me down.” Felix complained.

Jisung hurried over and patted Felix’s backside like he was playing the drums. Felix kicked his legs but Jisung blocked each one. 

“Put me down.” Felix pleaded as he poked Changbin in the sides. 

Changbin squirmed, ticklish and finally put him down.

Felix glared at Changbin as he tried to regain his footing. The blood had rushed to his head and was now receding. Changbin took advantage of the moment and snuck a kiss from the younger’s mouth. Felix playfully pushed him away, only for Changbin to pull him closer. They kissed for a bit as Jisung went back to watching tv. 

You watched in awe at the cute moment. Maybe one day you would have the same moment with one of them. It could be any of them, you didn’t care.

“It’s not polite to stare.” Minho whispered in your ear.

You shivered as his breath hit your neck and you looked away from the living room. 

“I wasn’t staring,” you argue, moving to sit on the barstool across from him.

“No?” Minho smirked. 

“Are any of you soulmates with each other?” You asked, changing the subject. 

Minho stopped what he was doing, and looked up at you. “Look who’s asking questions now.”

“I should get to know you, right? If I’m going to be staying here, that is.” you shrug.

“Fair point.” Minho studied you after texting on his phone.

“So…?”

“Yes.” Minho smirked.

“That’s all I get? Who’s all soulmates?”

“Why? Got your eye on someone?” Minho smirked.

You blushed. You had your eye on everyone but was not about to tell him that. “Maybe.”

“Good to know.”

“Minho…tell me who.” you demanded.

There was no denying the flutter he felt his heart make when you said his name. He stared at you, wanting to hear you say it over and over. Hear you chanting and moaning it. He looked deeply into your eyes, ready to pounce. Why did his name sound so good coming from your mouth?

“Hey, everyone.” Chan said, coming into the kitchen casually. 

Minho composed himself, resuming his cooking as you jumped at Chan’s voice. Little did you know, he texted Chan to come down here.

“Sorry.” He smiled sheepishly at you.

“It’s okay. One day I won’t be so jumpy.” you muttered.

“One day.” Chan smiled. 

“Y/n was just wondering about our pack.” Minho said. “Apparently she has a thing for one of us and wants to know who’s taken.”

“That’s not what I said.” 

Minho just giggled. That little devil.

“My money is on Felix.” Minho continued.

Your eyes went wide, wondering where he was getting this idea from. 

“What did you say?” Chan asked, ignoring Minho.

“I asked who in the pack were soulmates.” You clarify.

“Oh, umm…come with me.” Chan said, heading into the living room.

You were nervous now. It wasn’t that serious of a question, was it?

He turned off the tv that Changbin, Jisung, and Felix were watching, sitting on the coffee table and ushering you to sit on the couch with everyone. Seungmin came in from the kitchen too, sitting next to Changbin, who rested his hand on Seungmin’s thigh.

“All of us in this house are mated to each other.” Chan began.

“Really?” you asked, although not surprised since they were all so touchy with each other.

“We found a way to balance it so everyone feels loved and cherished. And we are willing to do the same with you. We want to.” Chan smiled.

“So no one has a soulmate?”

“Well… we all do..” Chan looked over to the boys on the couch briefly. “It’s you.”

“Me?!” You looked over at all them, their eyes twinkling as they looked at you. “A-all of you?”

Chan nodded. “I know this is a lot to take in.”

“But…Lewis said he was my soulmate.”

“I’m sure Lewis said a lot of things.” Jisung mumbled, earning a glare from Chan.

“Do you feel the pull to us?” Chan asked.

“That’s what it is?”

“Yes.” Chan chuckled.

“What did you think it was?” Felix asked.

“That you all were more attractive than the Nykos.” You looked down to your lap, not adding the part about wanting to jump their bones.

They all smiled, blushing.

“I’m sure we are.” Minho said from the kitchen. Of course he’s eavesdropping.

“Did you feel the pull to Lewis?” 

“No. No one in the pack.”

“Then he lied. Both sides feel the pull.”

Your eyes went wide. “B-but he marked me!” 

“I know.” Chan’s jaw clenched. “He shouldn’t have since he’s not your soulmate. But that’s for another time.”

“It’s rare for an Omega to have more than one soulmate so you’re our special little omega.” Seungmin noted with a smile.

“I’m sure this is a lot to process. But this is why you belong here… why we will never let them take you back. You’re ours now and we are yours. We will wait as long as we have to until you’re comfortable with us.”

You twiddle your fingers in your lap, this definitely explains a lot. Why you felt yourself relax around them, why you had all these thoughts about them, why they made your heart flutter. You knew the basics of the soulmate bond, enough to know that as long as you were with them, you would be safe.

“Thank you.” you whispered.

“For what?” Chan asked.

“Finding me…saving me.” your voice began to shake as a tear fell down your cheek, overwhelmed by the feelings of safety, hope, and love around you. The boys smiled, their hearts warm.

“You’re welcome.” Chan smiled.

Felix sat up, only to freeze. “Can I-can I give you a hug?”

You look up at him and he slowly opens his arms. A small smile tugs on your lips as you nod. Felix practically jumps from his spot as he scoots closer to you and wraps his arms around you. He was so warm and you found yourself melting into him.

“Can we all hug you?” Changbin asked with a pout.

You giggle but nod and soon, all five of them have their arms around you in a massive group hug. They had to be emitting some pheromones right now because you’ve never felt so loved. It was overwhelming, making you sob happily in their embrace. You didn’t want them to let go, despite squeezing you and making it hard to breathe. You had never been so warm and cozy, begging for this moment to last forever.

“Okay…I can’t breathe.” you finally manage to say.

All of them but Jisung immediately release you.

“Ji…” Felix says.

“Not yet.” he whines, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Jisung… come on, let her have her space.” Chan says.

Jisung reluctantly lets go, smiling at you.

“If you ever have any more questions, you can ask any of us.” Chan smiles.

“Seungmin.” Minho calls from the kitchen. 

Seungmin is quick to go back and finish helping.

You nod to Chan, then also return to the kitchen.

Minho turns to you with a serious face and you freeze.

“Where’s my hug?” he asks with a tilt of his head.

Blushing, you shrug, suddenly nervous under his gaze. He seems to enjoy it so he steps closer and you tense. 

“Y/n….” he taunts.

Your heart flutters as his seductive tone.

“Can I please have a hug?” he asks.

You nod and he holds out his arm, making you come to him. You step closer, inches apart. He doesn’t move his arms. Rolling your eyes, you know that he wants you to initiate it. Slowly, you bring your arms up and cautiously wrap them around his waist. It was new and made you slightly uneasy. Only when your arms are wrapped around his waist does he encase you in his arms, pulling you to his chest. He smelled so good, the crisp earthy smell filling your senses. You swear you heard him sniff your hair but you didn’t say anything.

“I like your hair like this, kitten.” he said, running his fingers through the waves.

You pull away, clearing your throat and giving an awkward smile at him as your heart beats faster.

“You’re cute.” He says booping your nose before resuming his cooking. “Want to stir the sauce?”

You move over and stir the sauce next to him. Seungmin was pulling the meatballs from the oven and putting them in a bowl. Then he placed foil on them and put them on the dining table. Jisung had set the table quickly so he could get back to his show with Felix and Changbin. Minho drained the pasta and mixed it with the sauce you two made, putting it on the table too. 

He then called for everyone to come eat dinner. It was delicious and you were proud that you got to help make it. There were multiple conversations going on as everyone else enjoyed their meal. You were still pretty quiet though, choosing to just listen to the conversations as you ate.

After dinner, Chan packed up a big serving to take to Jeongin. Hyunjin had been there all day with him, helping him through his rut. At first Jeongin had told him to leave, that he didn’t want help, but Hyunjin ignored him and seduced him anyways. It didn’t take many touches before Jeongin caved and gave into his urges. He fucked Hyunjin throughout the day, the poor beta barely getting any rest in between rounds.

Chan grabbed a bag of supplies and the dinner before heading out to the rut house. You said goodbye, feeling a little sad that he was leaving. But he assured you he would be back tomorrow. Then he made his way there, the smell of Jeongin and Hyunjin getting stronger and stronger.

When he arrived, he found them both naked and sleeping on the rug in the living room. Jeongin’s smell  was triggering as he stepped inside and took in the room. The wooden bench on the side had a broken leg and was knocked over. There were fresh claw marks on the floor and wall, books knocked off the shelves, and even a blood spot on the rug. What the hell happened?

Chan moved towards Hyunjin, shaking him gently as he took in all the marks on his body. Hyunjin didn’t budge - he was knocked out. Sighing, Chan put his stuff down in the kitchen and went over to Jeongin. He shook him, making him groan and roll over. He shook his head, deciding to let them both sleep longer.

Hyunjin was the first to wake - only thirty minutes later - to the smell of food. His stomach growled and he sat up, wincing at the soreness that spread over his whole body.

“Hey.” Chan spoke.

Hyunjin whipped his head to where Chan was sitting on the couch.

“You made a hole in the couch.” Chan noted, pulling at the open seam on the cushion.

“Sorry. Blame the animal.” Hyunjin pointed at Jeongin.

“Seems like you two have been busy.”

“He’s been feral… like it’s bad. I’m so sore. He’s never been like this. Usually we are pretty equal but he just dommed the hell out of me.” Hyunjin stood slowly.

“You say that like you didn’t enjoy it…” Chan quirked an eyebrow up.

“Shut up.” He says with a smile.

“Go get some dinner at the house. And then take a shower and rest.” 

“Okay. It smells amazing.”

“Changbin saved you a plate. I’ll text him to warm it now.”

“Thanks. See you tomorrow.” 

Hyunjin threw on some clothes for the first time all day and headed to the house. He was aching but moved quickly so he could get home to eat.

Chan watched anime on his laptop while he waited for Jeongin to wake. It was nearly two hours before he did, Chan having fallen asleep on the couch watching. Jeongin looked around, noticing him resting and smiled. Then he followed the smell of food and went over to eat his dinner. Chan heard him fidgeting with the drawer of forks and woke up.

“Hey Innie.” Chan yawned, pausing his show and closing his laptop.

“Hey.” Jeongin took a bite of food, moaning at the flavor.

“Y/n helped Minho with the sauce.” Chan sat down across the bistro table.

“Really?”

“Yeah. And we told her about the soulmate bond. She started asking…otherwise I would have waited till you were back.”

“It’s okay.” Jeongin stuffed his cheeks with pasta, ravenous from the afternoon’s activities.

“I see you two had fun…” Chan looks around the room.

“Yeah… Do you think because she made it come early that’s why it’s so bad this time?”

“Bad?”

“I feel like it’s not going to be over for a while. And I feel so out of control.”

“She could be a possibility.” Chan thought it over.

“Why am I the only one?”

“Probably because you’re still a new alpha. Omegas have a massive effect on us. So since you’re in this like… vulnerable transition time, it’s hitting you. That’s my best guess.”

Jeongin groaned, eating a few more bites. Then he paused, twirling his fork.

“Does she hate me?” he asked.

“No. She doesn’t hate you. She was surprisingly understanding.”

Jeongin looked to Chan with hopeful eyes. “Really?”

“Yes. She’s resilient, despite everything she’s been through. I think she wants to let her guard down, she just doesn’t know how yet.”

Chan went back to the couch, restarting his anime episode on the tv now as Jeongin finished his dinner. He looked over and admired Chan for a bit before putting his dishes in the sink and joining him. He laid his head on Chan’s lap, still so tired from the day. Chan rubbed his back as they watched the anime together, eventually falling asleep once more.

Jeongin stirred, groaning as he felt his body fill with desire. He could smell Chan next to him and it was making his dick twitch. He sat up, stretching. He looked over and moved to straddle Chan, curling into his neck. Instinctively, Chan’s arm wrapped around his body and pulled him close. Jeongin leans up, kissing Chan’s neck as his hands roam Chan’s body.

He grinds down on Chan’s lap as he kisses, leaving a love bite on his shoulder. Then he slides down off Chan’s lap, kneeling in between his legs and pulling down his pants. Chan begins to wake, looking down at the young alpha on his knees. He groans at the sight, dick twitching. Jeongin reaches forward, taking Chan’s semi-hard cock in his hand and stroking slowly. Chan bites his lip as he watches Jeongin take him into his mouth. 

Jeongin groans around its thickness as it hits the back of his throat. Chan’s instinctively bucks into his mouth, his cock now fully erect. Jeongin begins to bob his head, his hand stroking what doesn’t fit in his mouth. Chan’s hand comes down to rest in Jeongin’s hair as he throws his head back.

Jeongin continues to suck, his hand alternating between stroking Chan and groping his balls. Moans begin to fall from Chan’s parted lips as Jeongin sucks hard, bobbing his head faster. Instinctively, Chan’s hips began to thrust slightly up as he Jeongin’s tongue danced around his length. Chan pushes his head down lower, forcing more into the young alpha’s mouth. Jeongin began to gag, but Chan held him in place for a few seconds. 

When he finally released his head, Jeongin popped off the tip, catching his breath. He licked up the length of Chan and teased his slit as Chan squeezed his eyes shut.

“Fuck.” Chan groaned, bucking once more.

Jeongin stroked his cock, licking up Chan’s abs before sucking on his nipple, his free hand teasing the other. Chan moaned, feeling too good but he needed more. Chan gripped Jeongin’s waist as he lifted him and placed him on his back on the couch. He leaned forward and kissed the youngest on his lips. Lost in the kiss, Jeongin didn’t notice when Chan reached his hand between them and stroked his cock with a firm grip.

Jeongin gasped, bucking into Chan’s hand. Chan smirked as he began to stroke Jeongin’s cock and saw him throw his head back.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Chan whispered.

Jeongin moaned in response.

Chan picked up the pace, squeezing tighter as he teased the tip. He leaned down, taking Jeongin in his mouth, earning a whine. He sucked hard and licked up the veiny length of his cock. Jeongin bucked into his mouth so Chan pinned his hips down. 

Jeongin groaned, gripping the sheets as Chan’s warm mouth engulfed his entire length. He wanted to thrust into his throat but Chan wasn’t having it. After spending all day with his cock buried inside Hyunjin’s ass, he now found himself slipping into subspace.

Chan teased Jeongin’s tip with his tongue, circling it and licking his slit. Jeongin squirmed and whined underneath Chan.

“I want you to cum before I fuck your ass.” Chan said as he stroked Jeongin’s cock.

He watched as Jeongin’s pelvic muscles contracted and relaxed - he was close already. Wrapping his lips around Jeongin once more, Chan sucked and teased his cock, hands trailing up Jeongin’s torso to pinch his nipples. Jeongin bucked as he pinched, groaning as he hit the back of Chan’s throat. 

The strangled moans and whines coming from Jeongin’s mouth signaled he was just on the cusp of cumming. Chan sucked harder as Jeongin thrusted before suddenly pinning his hips and popping off his cock.

Jeongin whined. “No…Channie…”

Chan got up and went over to the bag he brought. He reached inside and pulled out a few of Jeongin’s favorite toys. Jeongin whined, bucking in response.

“Bed, little one.” Chan demanded.

Jeongin stood and went into the bedroom obediently, which was also a mess after the day. They didn’t miss an inch of the house, did they?

Jeongin laid on the edge of the bed as Chan entered. Chan placed a few toys on the table, deciding what to use right now and pouring some lube on his hand. He reached over to Jeongin’s cock and pumped a few strokes, making Jeongin buck his hips. Chan giggled, picking up the cock ring and slipping it on himself. It wrapped around his cock at the base but also had an anal plug. Wiping some of the residual lube on the plug, he moved to insert it, groaning at the stretch.

Jeongin bit his lip as he watched, hearing Chan’s groans made his dick twitch. He could have come right then, watching his Alpha in pleasure. Chan grabbed more lube and spread some on Jeongin’s ass. Jeongin leaned back, closing his eyes as Chan slipped a finger in. It was a tight squeeze as he pumped his finger into his ass.

“Fuck baby, you didn’t let Hyunjin stretch you out for me?” Chan questions.

“N-no…” Jeongin stutters, wiggling his hips.

Chan slips a second finger in and Jeongin moans loudly.

“That’s it baby, let me hear you.” Chan encourages as he pumps faster.

Moans and whines spill from Jeongin’s mouth as he loses himself in the pleasure.

“Love hearing how good I’m making you feel.” Chan bites his lip, his free hand stroking his own hard cock.

His tip was leaking precum, begging to be inside his little alpha. Chan inserted a third finger, curling them to massage his prostate and Jeongin squirmed. Chan pumped his fingers faster as he reached forward and stroked Jeongin’s cock too. Jeongin cried out at the stimulation, tears pricking his eyes.

“Look at you, baby.” Chan cooed. “I’ve barely started.”

Jeongin looks so fucked out already and Chan hasn’t even put his dick inside him. The needy desperate side of Jeongin makes Chan so weak for him, wanting to bring him endless pleasure. Jeongin usually preferred Hyunjin and Chan for his ruts and Chan was used to fuck him dumb, allowing him to let go and relax.

“Please…I’m g-gonna cum. L-let me cum…p-please…” Jeongin pleaded.

“Okay, Innie.” Chan said sweetly. “Let go for me.”

With a few more pumps from Chan’s fingers as he stroked his cock, Jeongin was shooting white ropes of cum along his stomach. He groaned loudly, feeling like he’s on cloud nine. His cock was still hard as Chan stroked it, making him jerk his body. Jeongin whined as Chan removed his fingers watching as he leaned down and licked up some of the cum from his stomach, moaning at the taste. 

“You taste so good, baby.” Chan smiled, pecking Jeongin’s lips.

“Wanna taste you…” Jeongin mumbled out.

“You will. Just not yet.” 

Chan rubbed a little more lube on his own cock before lining it up at Jeongin’s entrance. He pushed in slowly, Jeongin throwing his head back farther, arching his back. Fuck, the stretch felt so good. The whole pack knew just how well endowed Chan was, having both the length and girth.

Chan bottomed out, Jeongin wrapped so tightly around his cock. Jeongin reached down and began stroking himself. Chan slowly slid out until just his tip was in before pushing back in. He pushed Jeongin’s legs up and out to spread him fully open as he thrusted faster.

Jeongin was a moaning mess, barely able to keep his eyes open as he was stretched out. It felt so good everytime, the fill being just what he was craving. He stroked his own cock faster as he lost in pleasure.

Chan watched Jeongin as he stroked himself, biting his lip as continued to thrust into Jeongin’s tight ass. His cock was being gripped so tight, he wasn’t sure how long he was going to last. Chan leaned down, kissing Jeongin across the chest, up his neck and to his lips. Jeongin wrapped his arms around Chan’s neck, pulling him closer. Chan pounded into Jeongin, massaging his prostate just right.

Jeongin moaned, throwing his head back as his lips parted. Chan could tell he was close and sat up, drilling into his sweet spot. Jeongin’s muscles tensed as another orgasm washed over him. He cock shot more cum onto his stomach that Chan wiped up and brought to Jeongin’s mouth. Jeongin sucked on his fingers, moaning as his body came down from the high.

Chan pulled out, flipping him over roughly. Jeongin was on his hands and knees, face to the sheets as Chan entered him from behind. Chan gripped his hips tightly and pounded into him. Jeongin cried out as Chan hit deeper inside.

The sound of skin slapping filled the room as Chan thrusted into Jeongin. He groaned at his tight heat wrapped around his cock as the ring stretched out his own ass. Jeongin leaned up, riding Chan’s cock as he pushed back into him.

Chan put his arms up behind his head and he watched Jeongin use him. He moaned, biting his lip. Jeongin moaned as he circled his hips a few times before pushing back into him.

“Fuck. Look at you so desperate for my cock, baby.” Chan smirked.

Jeongin moved as fast as he could but eventually Chan grew impatient. He gripped his hips once more, pounding into him.

“Yes, Channie…” Innie moaned.

Chan pushed forward, Jeongin lying flat on his stomach now. Chan’s legs were on either side of his hips as he drilled deeper into Jeongin. He needed to cum so bad but Jeongin needed at least three orgasm before he would start to slow down.

Chan leaned forward, laying flush with Jeongin. Their sweaty bodies pressed together, Chan moved his hips to get impossibly deeper. Jeongin reached down and began stroking and teasing his own cock, moaning as his ass continued to be stretched. Chan kissed his neck and shoulders before leaning up again and thrusting faster. 

Jeongin was so sensitive, his cock still hard despite cumming twice. He wanted more, so much it was like nothing would ever be enough. But this is how ruts were and eventually his body would relax for a bit…until the next round that is.

Chan was kneeling between Jeongin’s legs, pulling him up by the hips. Then he fucked into him mercilessly as Jeongin gripped the sheets. Chan reached down and took hold of Jeongin’s cock and stroked it. Jeongin shuddered, the sensations overwhelming him.

“Come on, Innie. Cum with me.” Chan coaxed.

Jeongin whined in return, feeling his own pelvic muscles tighten. He squeezed around Chan’s cock, earning a grunt in response. Chan let go and gripped his hips as he stilled.

“Fuck..don’t do that or I’m not going to be able to hold back.” Chan gritted, making Jeongin smirk.

Chan’s thrusts were slower, as he tried to hold out until Jeongin was about to cum. His orgasm was near the edge as he squeezed his eyes. Jeongin was close too, squeezing once more around Chan’s cock. He moved to stroke his own cock as Chan picked up the pace. 

A few thrusts later and Chan was shooting his cum into Jeongin’s ass. Feeling the warm liquid filling him, Jeongin too came, shooting his load onto the sheets below.

“Fuck” Chan said, slamming into Jeongin a few times, pushing his cum deep inside before pulling out.

He laid next to Jeongin as the younger one moved to straddle him. Jeongin began bouncing on Chan’s still hard dick as his own began to soften. His movements were fast and had Chan groaning beneath him. Chan’s cock was sensitive after his orgasm and it was almost too much.

After a few minutes, Chan grabbed him under his thighs and thrusted up into him. Jeongin threw his head back, moaning as he rested his hands on Chan’s chest to stabilize himself.

“Ahh..” Jeongin cried out.

Chan grunted, lost at the sight of his dick disappearing into his little alpha’s ass. Jeongin stroked his semi-hard cock, feeling his own release building once more. Chan panted heavily, trying to hold on for as long as he could.

“Taste…let me taste…” Jeongin breathed out.

Chan slowed, lowering his hips and slipping from Jeongin’s tight heat. He laid there as Jeongin moved between his legs and took Chan’s length in his mouth. His mouth was stuffed as he sucked, Chan threading his fingers in Jeongin’s hair. He lowered Jeongin further down, hitting the back of his throat. 

Chan threw his head back, thrusting up into his mouth as he gagged. Drool dripped down his lips and onto Chan’s balls as he breathed through his nose. Finally Chan released him and Jeongin collected himself, sucking desperately on his cock. His tongue teased the older’s tip as he enticed him to cum in his mouth.

“Fuck, don’t stop baby. I’m gonna cum.”

Jeongin bobbed his head faster, stroking the rest of the length with his hand. Within seconds, Chan was cumming in his mouth, Jeongin milking him dry. Chan’s grunts and moans were loud as his body shook. Jeongin groaned, the vibrations making Chan squirm. His softening cock was sensitive as Jeongin overstimulated him and continued sucking.

“Ahhh, fuck.” Chan groaned, squirming.

Jeongin smirked, finally releasing his cock. 

Chan’s body relaxed into the mattress as Jeongin stood, looking at him with a pout.

“Can I…?” Jeongin asked quietly.

“Go ahead.” Chan said, raising his legs. He was spent but he knew the rutting alpha needed to cum again. 

Carefully, Jeongin removed the plug from Chan, slipping off the ring. Then he spit on his own cock, stroking it as he lined up with Chan’s entrance. He wiped some of the leaking wetness around Chan’s ass with his tip before slowly pushing in, making Chan groan at the stretch. He was close already so it wouldn’t be long before he filled Chan’s ass.

Jeongin thrusted, throwing his head back. Chan moaned, feeling so good but it was too soon for him to get hard again. If it was his own rut, he would be hard again from the stimulation to his prostate.

Jeongin sped up, close to his release as he pounded faster into Chan’s ass. Chan was warm and gripping his cock tightly as he moved in and out. Grunting, his hips stuttered as he spilled into Chan. He moaned loudly, falling forward onto Chan’s chest. Sweat dripped down his back as he panted.

Chan reached up and ran his fingers through Jeongin’s hair.

“You did so well, Innie.” he cooed.

They stayed like that for a while, falling asleep with Jeongin’s cock finally going soft but still buried in Chan. It would last maybe a few hours before he would wake and want to go again, but for now, they both rested.

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Leader of the Pack 2

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: On a night out at the bar, you’re promoted from wing woman to main star.

Characters: James Conrad, short!reader

Note: I'm Canadian so I get a three day weekend.

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“I defer to you,” James says as Sy grumbles over a near miss. “Call it.” 

You look at the table. Oh, right. Only the eight ball left. You examine the felt and consider every angle. It’s well out of your skill range. 

“I can’t...” 

“Certainly, you can,” he insists blithely, “I’ve no doubt.” 

You frown with tight lips, “don’t say I didn’t warn you.” 

You walk around the table, one way, then the other, and back again. Sy lets out a deep sigh of irritation as Martyna giggles into her glass. How many drinks has she had? You resign yourself to failure and approach the trim. 

“Right corner,” you declare, though it is more murmur.  

You shift back and forth, trying to get the angle right. You squeeze the cue tight until your knuckles hurt. You loosen up as you glance away from the felt and your eyes meet James’. He shows no sign of anxiety. He simply watches. Patient. 

You open your dry lips and blow out between them. You narrow your sights on the ball and pull back. You bring your back hand forward and the tip sends the cue ball spinning. You look away before it can bounce the eight ball off the edge. 

You back up with your cue and cling to it, the butt to the floor. 

“Aha,” James exclaims as Sy groans, “victory.” 

“Huh?” You blink and look at the table as the white ball rolls away from the corner pocket, the black ball gone. 

“Whatever,” Sy growls, “need a girl to fight your battles.” 

“Don’t be a poor sport,” James chides playfully. He gets only a growl in response. “What say you all to another match?” 

“Mm,” Martyna hums as the ice clinks in her glass, “I need a drink.” 

“Me too,” Sy agrees as he puts his cue in the wall rack, “what’re you drinking?” 

He takes her cue and places it away with his own. She grins and gives her order before following him away. She leaves you alone at the table with the other man. Barely more than a stranger, even if you know his name. 

You sway awkwardly and look around. Maybe you could distract him by losing to him. You glance at the table and try to piece together the suggestion. 

“And you? Would you like a drink?” He offers before you can summon your voice. 

“Oh, uh,” your lashes flick. “I don’t really... drink.” 

“Perhaps a sparkling water?” He suggests and offers wordlessly to take your cue, “we should let some others have a go. I’d hate to live on the felt.” 

“Uh, yeah, sure.” 

You hand over your cue and watch him take both to the rack. He secures them then turns back, strutting over to you. The coned glass shade casts a glint in his eyes and nicely limns his features. You’re all too aware of how mismatched you are. Where he is confident and handsome, you’re reticent and plain. Boring, if you do say yourself. 

“Come,” he beckons you toward the bar as he trails behind you. 

You lead the way ahead of him, through the bodies waiting for their own drinks, and you stop before a tall stool. He gestures over your head and calls the bartender by name, “Curt.” 

The man finishes up the order and takes a bill in return before he nears your side of the bar. He greets the other man with a subtle nod, “pint?” 

“Yes, and whatever the lady prefers,” James says. 

The bartender only notices you then, tilting his chin down to see you. You give a sheepish grin. You don’t often order more than water. 

“Ginger ale, please?” You request. 

“All I got is organic ginger beer. It’s spicy,” he replies. 

“Sure, thanks,” you agree easily. You hate to trouble him or the man who’s kindly offered to buy you a drink.  

You’ve done this before. You bear through the awkwardness of the courtesy until you see Martyna has her catch of the night. Then you find a way to excuse yourself and the men never seem to mind. They're already scoping out someone else. 

The bartender uncaps the dark green bottle of ginger beer and places it on the bar. Then he fills a tall pint of golden beer and sets it next to the non-alcoholic beverage. James takes both and bids you to ‘come’. You do as he says. You’re not sure what else to do. 

He leads you to a table and you peer around. You see Sy and Martyna. He has her penned in by the wall as they speak closely and nurse their drinks. You sit as James puts your drink before you. You face him and wonder for a moment how he got his fare for free. He never paid. He probably has a tab, he seems to know this place well. 

“You don’t come here often,” he states, not asks. 

You nod, “I’m not much for... bars, but Martyna likes them.” 

You put your hand on the bottle and turn it slowly. His eyes follow the movement of your fingers for a moment before they return to your face. You save yourself from talking and take a sip of the ginger beer. It is rather spicy. 

“I wouldn’t figure you the type. In the best way possible,” he chuckles softly, “this isn’t the place for nice girls.” 

Nice girls. Boring girls. You know what he means. 

“Yeah...” you agree flatly. 

“You from the city or visiting?” He asks. 

It’s small talk. He’s filling the air. He’s playing his part. Keep the other one distracted while his buddy seals the deal. You get it. It’s torturous. 

“From here. Live here,” you shrug. 

“Right,” he nods, “in this neighbourhood?” 

“South east,” you say. 

“Ah, not very far,” he muses and tastes his beer. You stare at the table. You’re tired and slightly embarrassed. You appreciate him being so nice but you know it’s not genuine. 

“You know,” you examine the label on the bottle, “you don’t have to sit with me. I can just go,” you glance over at Sy and Martyna as they lock lips, “looks like they’re getting along so--” 

“Pardon?” He cranes to see over his shoulder, hooking his arm behind the chair so his bicep bulges and his bluish grey tee strains across his chest, “no,” he turns back, “I... that isn’t-- unless you want me to go away.” 

You swallow. You drink again, just to wet your dry tongue. 

“Sorry, I just thought... usually...” you cringe and snap your mouth shut. You shake your head. 

“I’m intrigued, it has nothing to do with anyone else,” he brings both elbows to the table and leans forward. “I see a lot of types come through here but you... you’re different.” 

You crinkle your brow and look down. Your slate gray pants with the barely discernible plaid pattern sewn into them and your stuffy turtleneck under the crocheted vest don’t really fit. You’re all too aware of how you stick out. You let go of the bottle and drag your hands down to your lap, picking at the tip of your thumbnail. 

“Like I said, I’m not really a drinker. It’s Mart,” you sniff. 

“I don’t mean it in a bad way. Truly,” he keeps his attention on you, “did you make the vest yourself? I like the roses.” 

“N-no, my grandma...” you once more scald in humiliation. With each word, you just stamp in his first impression. 

“You’re close with her?” He intones. 

You look at him. His eyes make you want to melt into the chair. He isn’t like the other men you’ve sat in purgatory with. He isn’t looking around at anyone else. In fact, his intent stare makes you squirm. 

“Yeah, I try to visit,” you clear your throat and shift in the chair, nervously running your fingernails in a ridge of the ribbed sleeve of your turtleneck, “I’m boring. What do you do?” 

He chuckles, “talk about boring. Trust me, I’m not very exciting. I want to know about you.” 

His intensity makes you want to fan yourself. 

“Just a bookkeeper,” you answer.  

“Ah, a very useful occupation.” he praises. 

Boring, you want to say again. Just like everything about your life. You look at the ginger beer and frown. 

“You don’t like your drink?” He suggests. He’s attentive to the point of discomfort. 

“It’s fine, I just... different,” you utter. 

“Who do you bookkeep for?” He asks. 

You give pause. He asks a lot of questions. Maybe you’re just not used to that much interest, but it feels like a bit much. How would you know? You see Martyna and the men she associates with. They look at her the same way. It could just be that he really is into you. 

“A publisher. There’s a few of us.” 

“Hm, yes, there would be,” he hums, “think I might know the book house.” 

“Uh, yeah,” you give half a smile. Everyone knows the publishing company; it’s the core of the city’s economy. 

“I’m rather a fan of their mysteries,” he says. “Have you read--” 

“Conrad,” a drunken slur interrupts him and James sits back to look up at the other man. Sy’s eyes are half-glazed as Martyna clings to his arm, “we’re headed out.” 

“Ah, yes,” James checks his watch, “it is rather late.” He turns his attention to you, “shall we?” 

You look between them. Martyna bats her lashes at you drunken and tweaks her brow. You’re all leaving. Together? 

“I’m afraid he’s crashing at my place, he had some issue with his pipes,” James explains, “so I’m afraid I’ll need to let him in like a stray cat.” 

“Hmph,” Sy growls but is quickly distracted by Martyna’s hand rubbing his chest. 

This is strange. It’s never been like this before. Maybe it’s better that you stay close to Martyna to make sure she’s okay. Usually, she tells you to go. She calls you a cock block. She isn’t wrong. You don’t exactly inspire lust. 

“Right, yeah,” you stand and hit the table as the chair is heavier than you expect and traps you.  

The ginger beer wobbles and clatters onto its side, sending a foamy wash across your middle. You quickly pick it up and set it right but it’s too late. You’re mortified. 

“Ah, pity,” James remarks, “Sy,” he looks at the other man, “fetch us a cab, I’ll get something to clean up from the barkeep.” 

“Don’t drag your ass,” Sy warns. 

James doesn’t acknowledge the warning, striding over to the bar and speaking briefly with the man behind it. You stand in the damp mess as Martyna purrs at the other man before he leads her out. James returns and offers a dish cloth. 

“How unfortunate,” he remarks as you accept the cloth. 

“Yeah, I... it’s my fault. I wasn’t paying attention.” 

“I hope it doesn’t stain your vest,” he says. 

You shrug, “it’s fine.” 

“Yes, but your grandmother put such hard work into it.” 

You dab at the moisture and look up at him. You can’t tell if he’s mocking you. Your lips slant and you focus on sopping up the ginger beer. 

“I wasn’t... wasn’t making fun,” he says, “if it came across--” 

“No, no, I didn’t think so,” you lie. You do what you can and ball up the cloth, “I’ll bring this back. Maybe I should just meet you outside.” 

“I will wait,” he assures, “I am a gentleman after all.” 

[its-mekjt]

watching exu prime, and oh my god, I'm trying not to cackle or else I'll wake up my siblings.

● orym and opal, dorian and dariax. every dms worst nightmare.

● ash hole

● opal shouting into thin air

● new hairdos (orym gets frosted tips)

● DARIAX PRETENDING TO BE HIS EX

● nancy.

● "but as my friend said, we have other offers to field and other people to see. very important people that we've been discussing going to see for quite a while do maybe we SHOULD GO SEE THEM." dorian was STRESSING.

● 'orym shoots dorian a look that a spouse gives to a spouse'. this is where the dorym shippers were born.

● i love when people (opal) are correct but phrases it weirdly

● "for you i could take off another 150 gold" // "okay, 900 gold got it is."

● butt stab

● orym really is the only one with a braincell. mainly by process of elimination.

● 'that's all good though. 3.'

● glitter diaper

● dorian fucking with dariax saying that he's from a long of trapeze artists and jugglers is still one of the funniest things ever

● 'what's your last goddamn name opal.'

● THE CONTEST

● dariax cosplaying as dorian

● "if you were a GEM what would you be and why?" // "i'd be a peach jam."

● dorian and dariax using the cloak and wearing each others clothes as an outfit is one of my favourite bits

● ashley johnson's laugh is addictive. i love it so much.

● opal kissing dariax cause he messed with her opponent.

● "what's your favourite flower?" // "probably oleander because it has multiple purposes. they're beautiful, they smell great and you can also kill someone if you need to."

● orym being DRAGGED on stage

● "WILL THE HALFLING LOVE, OR WILL THE HALFLING DIE?" (he did die, just a few months later)

● BEST NATURAL 20 EVER

● "DARIAX- oh the jam boy."

● people hitting on dariax gives me LIFE

● "in fairness you seem to be a little confused much of the time."

● whiskey and milk

● 10 GOLD WORTH OF PIES.

● "what's a unifying quality?" // "well, we're all pretty attractive."

● "you're not where you fell asleep." // "oh! that's... a problem."

● "i heard the voice of the spider queen giving me power but you know, nothing to worry about."

● fyra rai is contemplating EVERYTHING

● combat ended because they flipped it over

● 'i rolled a natural 1.' launches dice

● night time lullabye of hot cross buns

● dorian is mothering everyone

● titty racks

● "what is a tal'dorei."

● ALCHOHOL applause

● dariax has a good ass

● mister has performance anxiety

● "don't touch me, stranger! ew!"

● ashley's impression of dariax doing a double take at real-opal while disguised as opal

● "what head, Nancy?" HORROR MOVIE SHIT.

● orym's face as he carries the head. HILARIOUS.

[justmeinadaze]

We're a Family Part 20 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Dad Steddie X Mom Fem Reader, SMUT, slight role-play, dirty talk, FLUFF, this little family loves each other and Steddie love being dads <3, AGNST, while trick of treating they run into someone they know, Dylan has feelings and so does the reader.

Word Count: 4325

“Dada. Da da.”, James cooed as his little hands lightly tap on Steve’s face.

You smile from your place on the floor as you continue doing Aurora’s hair. Tonight was his first Halloween and he seemed very excited for a baby who had no idea it was even an holiday. To be fair, he could have just been amused at his father’s attire who was currently dressed like Indiana Jones. 

 “Yes, sir. I’m dada. Now, let dada finish getting your costume on.”

“How are we doing in here?”, Eddie asked as he sauntered in dressed as Slash followed by Dylan in his Newt Scamander costume. 

“Mommy’s almost done wit my hair.”, Ro announces. 

“And this little troublemaker is finally ready.”, Steve exhales as he lifts James from the bed to display him in his little bat costume complete with little ears at the top. 

“Aw. I should have gone as Ozzy this year!”, the metalhead playfully sighs.

“You are not biting my son’s head off.”, you scold.

“Jesus, sweetheart. Scared the hell out of me. I didn’t see you there. I thought there was actually a witch in our house.”

“A ha ha, Eddie Munson. Alright, my love. You’re ready.”

Aurora turns around to show everyone her Princess Leia costume from the new show her and Steve had been watching on Disney plus. 

“You look beautiful, honey.”

“Yeah and you’re a pain in the butt like her to.” She scrunches her nose as she hits Eddie’s hip with her little fist.

“Ok, my hat is downstairs. Once we grab that we will be ready!”

***

“Dad, if…if James is still a baby…why does he get candy?”, Ro asks as the six of you head to the next house. 

“Because you and your father are eating all the snacks we buy so any chance we can get for free food we take.”

His answer makes you cackle as Eddie sticks out his tongue at his husband. While heading up the stone steps of another home, you’re all blocked by a familiar face that gave you pause. 

“Oh, wow, um, hey Y/N.”

“Hi Vivian.” Your eyes quickly scan her over before landing on the smiling toddler in her arms dressed like a lion making you smile as well. “Who is this?”

“This is my son, Brody. Can you say hi? Say hi, baby.” He answers with a tiny roar that makes you laugh and James clap his hands. She beams at everyone before he eyes finally land on Dylan. “Oh my god. Dylan? Look…look how big you’ve gotten. Can I—”

She doesn’t even get to finish her sentence as he wraps his arms around her, pulling her in for a hug.

“We’ll, uh, take them up to get candy.”, Steve nodded as Eddie lifted Aurora in his arms. 

Your eyes meet your eldest’s and you asked the question he was too afraid to ask. 

“How’s Charlie been doing? Is he with you two?”

“Oh, um, Charlie and I…we’re separated. I…I didn’t…he told me about signing over his rights and that just broke my heart. Things never got better after that.”, she whispered. “I caught him coming home late smelling like perfume…karma I deserved I guess.”

“Vivian, I—”

“No. No reason to apologize or…anything like that. I should have known, ya know?” Standing up straighter, she reaches out to hug Dylan again. “I still live in the same place if ever you want to come over and talk or hang out with this pain in the butt. Of course, if it’s ok with your mom and your dads.”

You son nods as she gives him one final smile and passes you both to head to the next house. 

“Are you okay?”, you ask as he watches her leave. 

“Yeah. I feel bad for Brody. Maybe…maybe he’ll get lucky to get an Eddie and Steve of his own one day.”

As if on cue, both men come back and Ro runs up to Dylan handing him a candy bar. 

“I got this for you!”, she announces as he grins down at her. 

##############

You softly smile from your spot on the couch as you watch the kids (and Eddie) dump all their candy out on the floor and begin sifting through it. 

“Ah, ah, little man.”, Steve scolds as he quickly scoops up the baby. “No candy for you yet till you get some teeth.”

“Mama!” Your smile grows as your son reaches for you and his father swishes him around in a circle like he’s flying till he lands in your arms. “Ma ma ma ma.”

“Go ahead. Suck up to her but she won’t give you candy either.”

James rubs his eyes before falling against your shoulder. 

“Oh, oh wait, my love. Let me get you bottle before you pass out.” As you stand and head for the kitchen, two set of eyes follow you worriedly as they hear the subtle crack in your voice.

Eddie gets up and cuts you off, preparing the bottle for you as he watches you hug James tighter to your body. Tapping your bicep, he hands you what you need and the baby takes it from you eagerly as his beautiful honey colored iris look up at you with love. 

A tear falls down your cheek and the metalhead wipes it away as he pulls your head to his chest.

“I love you.”, you mumble smothered by his shirt.

“I love you to, sweetheart. Do you want me to take him?”

“No but if you could put Princess Leia to sleep—”

“Mommy! I’m not sleepy!”, Aurora whines. 

“That’s so weird because it didn’t sound like to me she was asking.”, Eddie teases as he places his top hat on her head and she giggles as it slides over her eyes. Taking the opportunity, he picks her up and throws the toddler over his shoulder as he carries her up to her room. 

“I’m going to put this one down to.”, you smile carefully scooting towards his room so your movement don’t wake James as he continues to eat with his eyes closed.

The sound of rustling and Dylan’s voice gives you pause as you linger in the doorway of the baby’s room. 

“Do you want any of this candy, dad?”

“Is there anything sour in there?” Your son grins as he tosses something to Steve who thanks him as he tears it open. “Eddie always goes for those first so I imagine they will be gone by tomorrow afternoon.”, he chuckles as his eyes scan over Dylan. 

“Are you alright, kid?”

“Yeah, I’m just thinking…”

“About?”

“Brody, Vivian’s son.”

“Your brother?” The boy’s eyes guiltily look away and you hear Steve pat the space on the couch next to him. “Dylan even though we’re your dad, we get that biologically Charlie was also your father. He helped create you and Brody. Just because you don’t think of him that way anymore doesn’t mean that that little boy isn’t a part of your family. Just like Ro and James, he’s a part of you and if you want him and even Vivi in your life, that’s ok. We all would have to talk about it but I’m sure Eddie and Y/N would be fine with it.”

“And you?”

“Yeah of course.”

“You always seemed so upset before…”

“Not at you though, kid. I hope you know that. I just…love you. I always have; since I met you and got to know you. Even before you started calling me dad. I hated seeing you get hurt.”, he sighs. “But remember what we said, no matter what you’re our son to even if you miss him or decide you want to see him again—”

“I don’t think Charlie ever wants to see me again. I don’t want Brody to feel that. I want to be there for him like you guys were with me and mom.”

Steve wraps his arm around the young boy’s shoulders and yanks him to his side. 

“I love you, dad.”

“I love you to, Dylan.”

Footsteps echo from the stairs as Eddie enters the living room. 

“Aw! Are we hugging?” The metalhead falls beside his son and dramatically pulls them both into an awkward embrace that has Dylan laughing. “Oh, this is nice. Steven, Princess Leia wants you to read her a story.”

“Of course she does.” The man rises to his feet and playfully pushes Eddie’s arm as he places his Indiana Jones hat on his head. 

“Everything ok? Do you need me to read you a story to?”

“Not tonight no.”, he giggles. “Do you think Brody would like D & D?”

“Oh my god.”, the man sighs as he theatrically grabs his chest. “The fact that MY child wants to spread the wisdom that is Dungeons and Dragons to the younger generation just…ah…it makes my heart melt.”

“Wow, you are such a nerd.”, you jest as you head to put the now empty bottle in the sink after finally putting James in his crib. 

“Takes one to know one, babe. Yeah, man. I think he will. Maybe you can start off by reading him some of those campaign books since he’s too little right now to actually play.”

“Cool. So…”, he lowers his voice so only his father would hear. “…you would be ok with me, maybe, spending time with Vivian’s son?”

“Dude…”, Eddie responds in an equally low register. “As long as your happy, I don’t care. You know we need to all talk about it but…”, the man lowers his voice even more as he points to his son’s chest. “I agree with Steve. Just like our other two demons, Brody is a part of you. If you want to spend time with them, that’s ok. I’ll still love you, weirdo. Alright?”

Dylan hugs him again and you smile from your place in the kitchen as you watch Eddie squeeze him tighter as he kisses the top of his head. 

“I love you to, dad.”

***

“Alright, everyone except for the teenager is asleep but he’s in his room.”, Steve announces as he tosses you your favorite candy before shutting the bedroom door and climbing on to the mattress sitting across from you and Eddie. “What’s running through your mind, baby.”

“Nothing.”

“Oh, so you just normally cry when you give our son a bottle?”

“He’s just so cute. I can’t help it.” They both sigh at your deflection and your head hangs slightly. “I saw myself in her…when she was holding her son. I was thrust back to when I first moved into those apartments and how alone I felt. Before we started spending time together, of course.”

“I can understand that. Y/N, its ok for you to empathize with her even with your past history. It’s not like you two are going to become best friends or something.”

“I know… it’s… ugh you two are going to tease me!”, you laugh as you fall into Eddie’s chest beside you.

“Probably especially if it’s cute.”, he laughs. “But why don’t you tell us anyway.”

“After she left, Dylan told me he hopes that Vivian and Brody find an Eddie and Steve like we did. Hearing him say that reminded me of how heartbroken he was even before when Charlie and I were still married. James and Aurora even as babies have always been so bright and expressive. I never saw Dylan light up that way until he knocked on your door. I’m just really grateful you’re mine.”

When you started to cry, Steve laid beside you as both boys hugged you tightly to them. 

##########

When you came home from work the follow afternoon, the house was eerily quiet. Steve had texted you saying your sister wanted to spend some time with the kids so she offered to pick them up but you didn’t realize she was taking them out entirely. 

As you placed your bag on the countertop, you noticed a folded piece of paper next to a pair of your blue jean shorts and tank top. 

“Y/N,

The kids are with Kierra for tonight so the ‘apartment’ is ours. Put these clothes on out here and knock on the bedroom door when you’re ready.

-Your neighbors Eddie and Steve”

Your eyebrows scrunched together as you tried to decipher their note. Apartment, your neighbors…even the clothes they laid out, you realized, were similar to the ones you were wearing the first time you three were together. 

What could they be up to?

After doing what they asked, you slowly shuffled towards the bedroom door and cautiously knocked. 

A few moments later it swung open and your jaw dropped as your eyes drunk in Steve who was currently dressed in jeans, a polo, and his Family Video vest complete with name tag and everything. 

“Hey there neighbor. Took you long enough. I guess it all worked out though. I just got off myself.”

“Yes because staking videos is a lengthy task. Hey sweetheart.”, Eddie beamed as you scanned him over. His jeans hung low on his hips as his bare chest displayed his tattoos. He looked exactly like he did when Dylan knocked on their door minus the new ink over the years on his ribs of all three of the kid’s names. 

“I…I…what’s going on?”

“We thought you could use a break, remember? That’s why we got little man and the other heathens a sitter and invited you over to our place.”

Steve gestured into the room and as you walked in you noticed the pizza on the bed with the beer on the end table. There was music playing on Eddie’s phone and beside it that little black lunch box that you hadn’t seen in a very long time. 

“I made sure to keep the music down.”, the metalhead winked.

“What do you think?”, Steve asked as they both looked at you eagerly with anticipation. 

“I think…”, you smile as you jump on to the bed and open the food container. “…I’m going to tell my kids you called them heathens. My daughter is going to pitch a fit.”

***

It had been so long since you saw this side of them, the carefree relaxed guys. Steve was always in protective mode making sure everything got done and everyone was where they should be where Eddie was always making sure everyone was happy and comfortable. 

The three of you passed the joint Eddie rolled amongst yourselves as you laid your head on his lap and Steve did the same with your tummy while you absently ran your fingers through his hair. 

“How are you feeling, honey? Better?”

“Much.”, you giggle. “I wasn’t exactly sad. I just had a lot of feelings. I’m a mom. It happens.”

“Hm. It’s ok to feel them, ya know? And, of course, you can talk to us about anything.”

“I remember, after he met you, Dylan told everyone about our new neighbors and ‘they like loud music.’”, you mimic his voice making them chuckle. “I was so happy just to hear him giggle and be excited but I was terrified of him getting his hopes up to have them broken again. Then you two came over and made us both laugh…” You feel yourself drift into the memory, shaking your head as you bring yourself back to your current moment.

“To bad we’re only neighbors and not living together.”, you over exaggeratedly sigh as you continue with their charade. “Can you imagine?!”

“I can.”, Steve cooed. “The first time I shook your hand I knew I’d never let you go.”

“Same. I told Harrington when I listened to your ex be a dick to you on those steps, I wanted to drive down there and beat his ass. I immediately felt protective over you and Dylan.”

“I have a question. More than anything I need my memory refreshed because this weed I guess is making me forget.”, you smile as you feel your body getting antsy as they continue to talk. “Have we been intimate yet or is this our first time?”

There’s something specific in this roleplay you’re trying to lead them to. Both men especially Steve were a bit more intimidating when you first entered their apartment. It had been so long since you felt that energy from them mostly because you got comfortable with them pretty early on. 

“Oh, sweetheart. If we had fucked you already, you’d remember.”

Steve felt your breathing stutter at Eddie’s comment causing his cock to press almost painfully against the denim of his jeans. Rolling onto his knees, he hovers over you as his palm caresses your cheek. 

“What do you think, honey? Do you think we should go easy on you?”

Craning your neck, you crash your lips to his, passionately kissing him with everything you had.

“Not this time.”, you whisper making Steve practically growl as he kisses you again, manhandling you till your head was resting on the pillows allowing Eddie the freedom to slide down and suck on your neck.

You whimpered softly as their hands roamed your body, lifting off your shirt and tossing it to the floor. The metalhead’s tongue drifted down the valley of your breasts, groaning as it found its way to your nipple as he flicked and sucked the sensitive skin while Steve glided down between your legs, pressing his lips along your thighs. 

Your mouth fell open as his long tongue licked a long stripe up your folds while his fingers held you open completely on display for him. 

“Fuck, baby. You taste so fucking good.”

Eddie’s lips found your own and he groaned as your own tongue caressed his. Moaning, you tilted your head away from him slightly as Steve devoured your pussy.

“Fuck that feels—”

“Feels good, sweetheart?”

You eagerly nod as the man wraps his mouth around your clit, sucking and flicking the nub noisily making you clench at the sound.

“Eddie? D-Did—mmm—Did you want him then to?”

The metalhead understood what you were asking as his finger ran gently moved your hair out of the way. 

“Baby, this is about you.”, he whispers.

“Do you think I would h-have stopped you two that night if you had kissed him? If he had sucked your cock or even—fuck—fucked you in front of me?”

Your eyes roll back and flutter closed as Eddie heavily exhales against your lips.

“Yes, I wanted him then. I wanted him since the day I met him.” Threading his palm into Steve’s hair behind his head, he presses his face further into your cunt, and your head lulls back. “Now I have you both. I remember watching him pound into you on that sofa. Got me hard all over again. You both were so beautiful.”

Your back arched as you came, shouting Steve’s name, and thankful it was just you three in the house. 

Climbing up your body, he reached out and roughly yanked Eddie’s lips to his; both men groaning at the taste of you. 

“I wanted you to.”, he murmured. “I didn’t know how…or what to say…” Steve sighs in pleasure when he feels you lean up and softly kiss the skin along his stomach. “I love you both so fucking much.”

Unbuttoning his pants, you yank them down enough to free his cock and eagerly wrap your mouth around him. As he groans, Eddie helps him remove his shirt before climbing off his bed to undo his own jeans. 

“Fuck, honey, that feels amazing.”

Grabbing your ankles, you giggle as Eddie brings you lower down the bed so your back was flat on the mattress. Steve chuckles at his earnestness, adjusting his body so both his knees were beside you as he guided his length back into your awaiting mouth. 

The man watches with his hooded eyes, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth as Eddie takes hold of your hips and glides his cock easily into your dripping core.

“Shit. She’s so wet. You really got her going, Steve.”

He blushes at his husband’s compliment making you smile as you look up at him. 

“You like when Eddie says nice things about you?”, you tease. Tenderly petting your head, he beams as he nods. “Oh, Eddie. Steve likes being praised.”

“W-Who doesn’t, pretty girl?”

The metalhead crawls forward on his hands slightly, making sure your legs are circled tightly around him as he turns to look at Steve. 

“Aw, sweetheart. You like when I compliment you? Telling you how much of a good boy you are?” Eddie’s plush lips kiss along his stomach and Steve whimpers when he feels you take him to the back of your throat. “Because you are… making Y/N cum hard with your tongue. Making her all nice and tight for me. E-Even now—mmm—every time she gags on your thick cock she clenches around mine.”

Both men thrust into you at a faster pace and you moan as you watch their lips mingle together. 

Steve abruptly pulls back, chuckling to himself as he gets to his feet.

“Sorry. You both are going to make me cum and I want to cum inside you, Y/N.”

Eddie’s eyes roll back as he falls fully top of you, you two clinging to each other as his hips smack into yours. Whimpering his name, you and he cum at the same time, his pants warming your ear as you run your fingers through his hair. 

Still holding you to him, the metalhead rolls onto his back and shifts his body further down the mattress. 

“Come here, princess.”

You let him maneuver you till you were straddling his face with your back facing the headboard. Steve already seemed to know what to do as he climbed up behind you, taking hold of your waist as you leaned your chest against the other man’s stomach. 

“Goddamn it.”, he mewled as his cock slid into your cunt. 

“Don’t worry about me, baby. Focus on you and him, okay? I got you.”, Eddie purred before his lips attached to your swollen clit. 

“Fuck me.”

“He’s right. You’re so fucking wet and warm, Y/N. Fuck.”

Both men groaned as you rolled your hips, grinding on Eddie’s face as you pushed back against Steve. The man behind you grabbed your shoulder and brought you up to his chest, wrapping his arms around you as he kissed and sucked on your neck. 

“Yes. Just like that, Steve.”

“Like that? This what you need, honey?”

As he slammed into you harder, Eddie’s tongue flicked faster against your nub driving you wild as your moans once again turned to screams. 

Your body trembled as you came, all energy leaving your body as you started to fall forward. 

“I gotcha’, baby. You did so good.”, Steve praised gently as he held you to him. 

His jaw went slack as his rhythm stuttered and after a few more thrusts painted your walls with his release. As you began to cry, Eddie moved out from under you as the other boy pulled himself out of your sore cunt and both of them guided you gently to the pillows as they held you. 

“Are these good tears or bad tears?”, Steve asked making you smile. 

“G-G-Good tears. You both just felt so good. I love you so much.”

“You both know I’m not good with words but thank you.”, Steve whispers as he runs his thumb under your eyes. “Because of you…this is our life. I know you went through a lot with your douchebag ex but we have you now and each other.”, he gestures towards Eddie. 

“And you gave us those three weirdos. It’s still so surreal that these little things are calling us dad. But it was the same when we met you. ‘Damn, this beautiful woman is calling us boyfriend and telling us she loves us.’ Now I can’t picture my life without any of you.”

Tilting towards him, you kiss Eddie before turning around to do the same with Steve. 

############

“Oh, hey Y/N. What’s going on?”, Vivian inquires with wide confused eyes. 

“Dylan wanted to come hang out with you and Brody if that’s ok.”

“Yeah, oh my god. Of course, he’s watching tv.” She gestures inside and he hugs her before heading that way. 

“I’m ok with this…we all are. As long as Charlie isn’t here to. Dylan still doesn’t want to talk to him at the moment.”

“No. I completely understand. I promise you, he’s safe with me.” When her eyes meet yours you know she’s telling the truth. “Thank you guys. I missed him so much. I tell Brody about his brother all the time.”

You nod as you turn to away from her to head back to the van.

“You alright?”, Eddie asks as he brushes some hair behind your ear. 

“Why would mommy not be okay? Wha you do, daddy!?”

“Oh my god, nothing. I wasn’t asking you.”, he jokes. “Now hush or I’m going to eat all you’re candy when we get home.”

“Don’t worry, honey. I won’t let him.” Aurora smiles when Steve winks at her. 

“Yeah, I’m ok. Thank you. I’m glad the whole gang came with me.” 

James claps as he giggles and points towards you in the front seat. 

“We’re an intimidating bunch, sweetheart. We can kick butt if we need to. Right, princess?”

“Yeah!”, she grins as she waves her hand pretending to use the force. 

“We need to teach James to kick ass to.”

“Eddie!”, you and Steve shout at the same time making the man cackle as Ro covers her mouth at the curse word, giggling just like Dylan had all those years ago. 

“I guess it’s time to bring out the swear jar again, huh baby?”, Steve purposes as he reaches around to rub your shoulders. 

“Oh good. I make enough money now, I can swear all the time.”

###########

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Spiders should be pink (Mick Schumacher)

Mick is more than happy to answer all of Mila's questions

Note: english is not my first language. this is a long piece that I hope will get the interactions back up (I love getting your requests and overall having you interact with the posts and having some random thoughts shared too!), so I hope you enjoy this piece that was mainly inspired by conversations I've had with my four year old cousin lately.

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"It should be okay, but I'll talk to him just to be sure. And if for some reason there isn't a way, I can go to yours for the weekend", you said over the phone before bidding goodbye and ending the call.

Your cousin was going on a work trip with her husband, since they worked for the same company, and since your aunt and uncle were also our of town, she wanted to know if you were available to look after their daughter Mila for an overnight stay. It was all fine by you since you had the weekend free, but you still had to check in with your boyfriend since it was the place you shared with him and if he didn't mind having Mila, your four year second cousin.

"Mick", you called after looking inside the home gym and entering, seeing he was already stretching on the mat, "Liebling", he replied back, signalling you had his attention even though he was not looking at you, "my cousin needs me to watch Mila for the weekend, and I was wondering if it was okay if the came to stay with us", you began, "I can go and stay at their place, too. They leave on a saturday morning and come back by the end of Sunday", you explained.

Getting up and grabbing his towell, your sweaty boyfriend made his way to you, "of course she can come over and spend the weekend here. You think she'll be okay with it being a new space for her? For me it's fine, I have no problem having little Mila over", he smiled sweetly, "I think she'll be fine, I'll probably just need to keep some things away from her hands, and maybe check if there are any sharp corners that she can easily knock into", you mused, thinking about the way the furniture sat when you felt Mick's hands on your waist, "can we do that after we go for a shower?", he said, nipping on your neck before looking up at you for confirmation to go further, tapping your butt so you could jump and circle his waist with your legs, "I would like that very much, my love", you said, latching to him despite the sweaty clothes and letting him take you to the bathroom.

.

You and Mick wake up a little bit earlier than usual, just wanting to check if everything was fine and safe to have Mila over for her overnight say before you made breakfast for you and Mick while you waited for them to drop her off, "she must be so grown up, I remember the photos you showed me of her when she was little, and when we went to her birthday, was it last year? I think so, I remember the number three balloons", Mick mused, "she is, and she's very curious and witty too!".

"That must be them", you said getting up once you heard the bell ring, Mick following you as you headed to the door to meet them, "Hello, Mila! How are you, bug?", you asked once the little girl started running to you, arms open so you took the hint to catch her, "I'm good! Am I really going to spend some time with you?", she said before she noticed Mick, "hello", she waved her little hand, earning a wave back from your boyfriend when he was done greeting your cousin and her husband, "I remember you, you're Y/N's boyfriend!", she said excitedly, waving at him a lot more confidently now.

After sorting a few things with your cousin, she bid her parents goodbye with a small tear in her eye, not wanting you to see her sadness from being away from her parents.

"Mila, do you want to go see our dog?", Mick asked, thinking that maybe a distraction would do her some good. "You have a dog too?", she asked, looking up at Mick, "yes, have you not met Angie before?", your boyfriend replied, earning a shake from her head, figuring that all of the times you had been with her was either with your family or whenever the Australian Shepherd travelled with him. "Well, you can meet Angie now, she's probably asleep in the living room", you noted, guiding her by placing a hand on her back and heading to the room, seeing Angie indeed laid down by the sofa, ears alert at a new person in the house, "Angie, we want you to meet Mila", Mick, who was right behind you, said, going up to the dog just in case she had a different reaction than expected, being met instead with a happy Angie, looking at Mila and sniffing her hand.

"I have a dog, too. But he's not like her", Mila began, "he's really tall and white with some black spots!", she said, stretching her arms in hopes of showing you and Mick how big her dog really was, "and he's not fluffy like you, Angie, you're like a pillow!", she finished excitedly, stroking Angie's fur. "Do you have a dalmatian?", Mick asked, crouching down so he was at her eye level, "I don't know how he's called, I call him Alfred. But he's not like those on TV, you know the movie with many of them? Alfred has a spot here, here and here only, it's not all over him", she said, nor growing more comfortable with Mick as she pointed to a few spots on his arms and legs, smiling up at him to see him smiling at ther already.

You showed Mila the house, so she would feel more at ease at to know where everything was, Angie trailing right behind her, "Why do you have white hair?", Mila turned around to look at Mick, stunning you both with the question, "because my hair is very light like that", your boyfriend tried to explain to the best of his ability, "and can't you have brown hair like Y/N? Or a little yellow like me?", she pulled a curl from her head, the hair bouncing right back to its place once she let go of it, "but you look a lot like my grandpa, and he is cute too!", she said before looking at you, "I need to pee", Mila announced, "there is a bathroom right here", you opened the door, "do you need my help?", you asked, "I'm a big girl, I don't need it".

Opening and then closing the door for her, you waited for the little girl outside just in case she needed something from you, "she called you an old man", you chuckled at Mick before he giggled too, "what was I supposed to say to her? But at least I'm a cute old man to her", he nudged you, "that you certainly are, a very cute and handsome man", you smiled before kissing his lips, just in time to hear the little girl call for you, "Mick! Y/N! I'm too little to reach the sink to wash my hands!", she said, making you open the door, "can I climb on Angie to reach the sink?", she smiled hopefully at you, accepting her fate when you picked her up so she would be in line with the tap.

Deciding to go outside after a great lunch of pasta and tomato sauce, Mila's eyes sparkled when she saw a swing on the garden, "can we go on there, please?", she asked you both, kicking her legs so she could make her way to the swings, needing you to hold it still so she could climb, "hold your hands here for safety, okay?", you said before you started pushing her, Mick sitting in the bench that was near, noticing a spiderweb on the wooden part, grabbing a leaf to lead the spider to safety, "thank you, Mick, I don't like spiders", Mila said, "you're scared of them?", you asked while you pushed her swing, helping her go back and forth, "yes, they're brown and black and ew", she squirmed, making you two laugh, "would you like them another colour? Why aren't spiders pink?"

"I like purple too", she said, pointing to her swimsuit under her dress that she insisted on putting on right after lunch, "and blue too! Like your eyes? Why are they blue?", she questioned as she left the swing and moved to climb up the slide, going down on it and standing on its end so she could be a bit closer to Mick's face and inspect his eyes, "because my mom and my dad have blue eyes so I also have blue eyes", he said, "And my mama has blue eyes and my papa has brown eyes, so I have brown eyes, that fits", she mused, changing to another topic.

.

It was approaching evening time, and you were still all outside after a afternoon spent swimming, "Can I go on the pool now?", Mila asked and you looked at her, "you might get to cold going fully in", you reasoned with her, "how about I just wet my feet then?", she asked, tempting you to say yes to her, eventually nodding your head, "okay, let's go then", you said, getting up and holding her hand, "Mick, c'mon, I want you to come with us, too!", she urged, using her other hand to call him over to the wide tiled steps of the pool to join you two.

Sitting on the edge, the three of you had your feet in the water and Mila was behaving surprisingly well until she found out she was able to walk along the stairs, going between you and Mick, "I know what you're trying to do, missy", you tickled her once she sat down, cheeks pink as you called her out, "and what was I going to do?", she replied, "you're trying to get your legs wet above your knee, then your thigh and before we know it, you're going to be inside", you said, her smile faltering as she understood you had actually read her plan.

Moving next to Mick, she went to whisper in his ear, "how did she know I wanted to do that?", making your boyfriend giggle, "Y/N's really smart, you know?", he reasoned with her, making them both look at you, "I think it's time we head inside to go for a bath, hm?", you tried, Mick taking advantage of the fact that she was sitting in his lap, holding her as he got up so you could leave, heading inside for a bath to wash the day off while your boyfriend got dinner started.

"Mick! Me and Y/N had a bath with bubbles!", Mila said after she got down the last step of the stairs, announcing it to him as he checked the oven, "Oh, did you now? You smell really nice!", he complimented, "it's my princess bubbles, mama got them for me!", she pointed to you, "she smells like it too!", she smiled. Mick saw you walk down the stairs too, towells in hand so you could put them in the laundry room, "you smell like princesses too, liebling?", he asked, "Oh, like the most beautiful princesses, that's for sure", you chuckled, amused at their conversation, "you can be a princess too, Y/N, you're pretty like them", she reasoned, hugging your legs, "thank you, little one, you're very pretty too. I bet Belle is jealous of you", you smiled, combing her freshly washed curls with your fingers, "if you want to go have a shower now, I'll look after her and dinner, too", you said, noticing Mila running towards the living room and hearing her call for your dog.

"The food is in the oven, it should take a while", he said, kissing your forehead and making his way upstairs, "MICK! You can use my princess bubbles if you want to!", Mila yelled, making Mick chuckle at the little girl's energy, never faltering even after a full day of playing and swimming.

"Y/N, do you want to make bracelets with me?", she said, bringing out a kit with colourful beads and threads, "sure! Come here to the table so we can organise them here", you said, allowing her to sit on top of your crisscrossed legs while you measured and placed all the beads in the bracelet like you wanted.

"Do you like to share a house with Mick?", Mila asked you, "yes, I do. Why do you ask?", you questioned, wanting to know where her curiosity came from, "Well, bec- Mick! You're back! Do you like sharing a house with Y/N?", she asked him as soon as she saw him join you again in the living room. Mick sat next to you, "I do, yes", he said sweetly, "why?", Mila asked him like she had asked you, "because I like to spend time with her, because I can make things for her when she doesn't have the time, -", he began, "like when she doesn't know where her shoes are and you give her them? Or when she needs someone to get her cough syrup?", she reasoned, probable thinking about how her parents, the people she shares a house with, are with her, "yes, all of those things", Mick chuckled, grabbing a thread so he could too make some bracelets, "There, now you, me and Y/N have matching bracelets!", Mila announced, placing a bracelet in your wrist and one in Mick's, "you both have a heart, look! Because you live together!".

After dinner, while Mick offered to tidy the rest of the kitchen while you went up to change into pyjamas, "Mick, Mick, Mick!", Mila yelled as she ran to the living room, "Look!", she pointed to herself once she was in front of him, "my pyjamas have Minnie and Mickey on them!", she said, pointing to you once you reached them, sitting next to your boyfriend, "you can be Mickey, because your name is the same, and Y/N can be Minnie!", she said before she climbed up the sofa, sitting on your lap while she looked at the TV, "we're going to see a movie?", she asked, recognising the frames on the TV, "yes. Do you like any of these?", Mick asked her a he flipped through them.

You ended up watching the 101 Dalmatians, Mila claiming it was for Angie to get to know her friend Alfred until they could meet in real life, the little girl falling asleep holding onto you like a little koala, arms around your torso with her head snuggled on your chest, "the day tired her out, hm?", Mick said in a low voice.

Chuckling, you combed her curly hair before doing the same to your boyfriend's hair, "it did, and you? She didn't take up all your batteries with her insane questions?", you smiled, forever grateful of having him in your life, and especially to see your family get along nicely with him. "She's fine with that. It's so cool to see her be curious about everything, and she's a really sweet girl too", your boyfriend said.

[howlingday]

ruby learns the true power of love! well actually she learns that she can get Yang to stop being annoying every time she talks about being in love with jaune and what they'll do together. she wasn't actually dating jaune when she started but now Pyrrha says she has to come with them on their dates or it will be false advertising. a small price to pay to get back at yang.

tldr: ruby wants to annoy yang to get back at her for annoying her and pyrrha can be pretty greedy when opportunities arise

Yang: Oh yeah~! I win!

Ruby: Ugh...

Yang Xiao Long then proceeded to pelvic thrust into her younger sister's face. Why such means of celebration were required for winning a racing game between only two drivers was an answer only Yang Xiao Long was permitted to know. However, Ruby then got an idea as her sister's shorts got too close to her face.

Ruby: You know, Yang, your shorts look a lot like Pyrrha.

Yang: Huh?

Ruby: Yup! But she only wears THOSE shorts when we go to the beach. Did you know that she can do a backstroke backwards? It's so... hot~.

Yang: Ugh!

Yang recoiled at her baby sister's words. Was this what it was like when Dad listened to her talk about all the guys and chicks she kissed? ...Okay, guys. ...Okay, chicks. ...ALRIGHT, FINE! It was one guy and Dad only found out because stupid Woodie Chuck told everyone about it! Regardless, Yang was Ruby's parental figure for a time, which meant that listening about how Ruby was getting all hot and bothered by her girlfriend in a bikini.

Ruby: In fact, Jaune got so excited, he had to drop his ice cream into his lap! Ha! He missed, though, and then his abs got all sticky and sweet~.

Yang: I'M OUT!

Ruby: Wait! You didn't get to hear about how I licked it off of him!

But Yang was already out of the room, hands over her ears. As she did, though, she bumped into the last two people she wanted to see. Falling on her butt, she looked up to see Jaune and Pyrrha looking down at her with concern on their faces.

Jaune: Are you okay, Yang?

Pyrrha: Is something wrong? We were just on our way to hang out with Ruby to watch-

Yang: DON'T GIVE MY SISTER LEWD IDEAS!

Once again, she raced down the hall. Jaune and Pyrrha looked at each other with confusion. Jaune looked down to the Video Cartridge in his hand, the title "Hoppy New Age, Pumpkin Pete!" staring back at him. The titular character had a lampshade on his head while his best friend, Pumpkin Patty, tried to pull him down from the table while wearing a thin-strapped black dress.

Jaune: ...Maybe we should have gotten "Hoppy Non-Descript Winter Holiday," instead?

[blackwolfstabs]

Omg I just thought of something

Can I get your team Loomis headcanons for shits and giggles pls I feel it would be so fun plsplsplspls

-🩵

uhhhh OF COURSE!!

for shits and giggles and you, the billy to my sam: 🩶

Team Loomis Headcanons

──────── GIFS not mine

don't you judge me billy ok? I MEAN IT 😤😂 (side note: these are based in a universe where Billy's not dead because it's easier and i love thinking about it lol)

Billy wants to be a dad rather than just a father to Sam, but he doesn't know how to do it in the right way, which leads him to fall back on trying to guide her in the right direction, even if he's hard on her about it.

They bicker CONSTANTLY. like we're talking almost every time they have a casual conversation. they're a lot alike so they butt-heads like you would not believe. you want proof? this is from something personal that i wrote a while back in an AU where everyone that was killed in the Scream verse was resurrected. Christina, Billy, Sam, and Tara all live together (just gonna share the dialogue because context is a thing and you'd be lost if i didn't give you a whole explanation):

CHRISTINA: *talking about Tara, who she had to wake up for a doctor's appointment* She's grumpy, so that's your fair warning. I gave her 5 minutes to come out here so she can eat before we go. We'll see if she does it... SAM: You should keep that in mind next time you think she's the good one. I don't give you half the hard times she does. BILLY: Maybe with waking up, that is. SAM: What's that supposed to mean? BILLY: Honestly, you're a handful, and you're 26. SAM: Well, you're 43, and you're a handful, so... BILLY: You watch your backtalk, Sam. SAM: You watch your front-talk, Billy. BILLY: Hey. Those are fighting words. SAM: Bring it. CHRISTINA: Alright, you two. Give it a rest. *beat* Samantha, you really should watch your mouth though. SAM: Me? This one started it. He should watch his. *mockingly* Honestly, I'm 26 years old. BILLY: Oh, really? You wanna play that game?

these hcs are for @alphawolfstabs, so i thought he'd enjoy that, but to everyone else, sorry that was long haha i didn't expect to share it.

anyways, back to the rest of the headcanons!

everything is Sam's fault. or Billy just blames everything on Sam. it doesn't matter who did it or why, if someone asks, you can bet you'll hear Billy answer "SAM!" and it drives Sam crazy.

if Sam isn't feeling well, is hurt, tired, or emotional, Billy is the first to notice (he notices even before Tara does).

as much as it doesn't seem like it, Sam trusts Billy a lot. he's always been right, when it comes to her and deep down (and i mean DEEP DEEP down) there's a place in her heart for him. in other words, she wouldn't admit it, but she does love him.

Billy loves teasing Sam just to piss her off. he does it for fun.

Sam disses the crap out of Billy just to piss him off. she does it for fun.

they make one hell of a fighting team (this one is canon but imagine them in the flesh together)

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just a few for you right there. let me know if you want more and i'll do them in the future! 😉

ty for requesting these!! 🩶

[artdivadej]

Survivor’s Remorse (V)

Part 5

NSFW | 18+ | PTSD| Torture

Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

I'd been sent to join the Victors Squad in the Capitol by Coin, not that the witch gave me much choice. It was obvious that she liked Peeta and despised me but wasn't sure he'd back her if it came to a vote of who to run a new Panem. I was the clear solution to that. Send the hijacked psycho to take him out because she can't control herself while so close to her torture chambers. The woman thought I was stupid but I didn't care. Anything to get some sun on my skin. Anything to breathe fresh air and get out of that fishbowl of a room I'd been locked in. 

When I'd been shoved out the back of the Humvee, I'd rolled onto the ground none too gently, but I was used to this type of treatment. I propel myself upwards using my bound hands beneath me, legs sliding out behind me in my usual protective crouch, right leg extended and left bent to my chest, hissing at the asshole who pushed me.

"You've gotta take her mouth guard off too Keil" Ryan sighs looking at him with annoyance

"I'm not going by that bitch's mouth. Let her new perfect Victors Squad take care of it" Keil snorts attempting to climb back in only for Ryan to block his path

"She's got a name. And she saved our asses. Twice. Show her some respect"

Keil looks like he'd love nothing more than to kick me again but he does eventually come closer and kneels in front of me, his curled lip conveying his distaste for me. I wish Ryan had been around for the first leg of this journey. Maybe Keil wouldn't have kicked me around so much if he had.

"If you bite me" he warns

"I doubt you'd taste any good" I snort, lisping around the mouth guard

"Pfft. Open your mouth"

I comply, having to fight the urge to gag when he roughly shoves the metal bar between my jaws, smirking at my look of disdain. I fight the urge to flinch, not wanting to be slammed onto my back again, as his hand comes towards my face. When he clicks them off, Keil holds them between his index finger and thumb with a grimace. I spit the bar out and flex my jaw, rolling my tongue over my teeth happily. I don't care how gross my saliva is to him I'm just happy to have control of my mouth again. He turns me around aggressively and shoves it into my bag before yanking me to my feet by my backpack strap. He and Ryan are behind me as we walk towards a large awning about a thousand feet ahead.

Then I see them and the blood in my veins freeze just like they do.

Katniss raises her bow, Gale his crossbow and the rest, their guns. Only Finnick remains leaning against one of the posts, appearing at ease while watching me with amusement. It's Peeta's eyes I find next and it makes my blood run cold. The realization slaps me in the face when I see there's not a weapon in his hands either and it's clear he's struggling not to come over to us. Coin really sent me here to die huh? No reason not to give the woman what she wanted I suppose. Who even was I really? No one of real importance now that my purpose had been served.

I hold up my cuffed hands as a sign of peace. Boggs comes over demanding to know what's happening. Keil shoves me forward with the butt of his gun so that I stumble toward them and I have to resist the urge to snap my jaws at him. This is humiliating enough. I don't need his fucking help in making it worse.

"Your problem now. Coins orders" he sighs happy to be rid of me

Should've let that fuckin pod kill him 2 days ago is what I should have done. Boggs assigns me a tent, telling me to set it up while he goes to confirm the order. Unlike Keil, his tone is soft like he's actually speaking to a person. Thankfully Keil and Ryan take their leave but I feel everyone's eyes on me, their weapons lowered but still in hand. Clearly, I'm not too well liked anywhere.

I move over to the outskirts of their tent circle and start trying to build mine off to the side of it. I'm aware no one will want to sleep near me. It's not personal. I'm just a fuckin wild nutcase and they're soldiers meant to be ready for anything. As the rope falls between my shackled nails again, I huff in frustration, knowing this was going to take most of the day.

I'm still sitting off the to the side fumbling with my tent around my cuffs clumsily when I hear a crunch behind me. My eyes sweep up fast as I slide my leg around in a circle out behind me so I'm back in my defensive crouch. They land on a smiling Finnick, his blue-green eyes twinkling happily, unlike everyone else's that only watched me with distrust and fear. I quickly relax and smile back at him, genuinely pleased to see him. Finnick was used to psychotic people, there was no judgement in his eyes as he knelt beside me, wordlessly helping me with my knots.

"Thanks Finn" I sigh once it's all set up not noticing his smile at my slip of the familiar nickname

"My pleasure. How you settling in?"

"Aside from everyone here wanting to slit my throat the moment I close my eyes? Peachy" I roll my eyes

"That's not true"

"Of course it is. Coin clearly has an agenda sending me here. I don't expect to make it back to 13" I shrug honestly "I'm fully aware this is the last stop on my Victors Tour"

I feel the traitorous tears burn the backs of my eyes; my throat raw as I shake my head to clear it. I feel resentment and self-loathing well in my chest. It pisses me off. I bite down on the core of my restraints giving a tentative suck. Finnick watches me curiously for a moment, allowing me to release it undisturbed. My body slumps a little against his, head lolling heavily on his shoulder. I can't help it. The sedative is quick acting, not as potent as it used to be, thankfully. I don't care that my sudden chomp has startled everyone or that I can feel them watching me warily because I'm so close to Finnick's neck. Finnick appears to be truly unbothered by my proximity or my antics.

"Like it's my fault I'm mind fucked" I hiss under my breath

"I have no plans of you dying as long as there's breath in my body"

"Thanks Finn but I'd rather you stick around for lil red. Wasn't exactly a cake walk bringing her to you"

"I hear you did a lot more than just protect her"

"Doesn't matter." I shrug

At least I made sure that someone walked away from this knowing and understanding what love is. Who they were. Knowing that when they need to break, they actually have the pieces to put themselves back together again. That was enough.

"It does to me" he shakes his head, leaning his cheek against the top of my hair

"Just be good to her. I tried too damn hard to bring her back to you in one piece for you not to"

"It's a promise"

I'm sleepy but I can't relax with all these eyes on me. I need a distraction.

Finnick taps at my cuffs curiously, so I lift them high for him to see. Beetee has made this set another pretty shade of blue to match the collar on my neck and the mouthguard now in my tent. My nails are covered because it'd been two weeks since I'd been around Prim to have them cut so they were sharp again.

"Doesn't it hurt you to bite these?"

"No. Beetee has put a sedative in them for me, right here" I drop my wrists so the cuff's center sits in his palm

It's fatter at the center with two matching holes on either side a soft orange, they glowed in the center.

"For when I feel myself losing control. After...I lost it at breakfast with you guys. He made me a new mouth guard too"

"I wouldn't call you attempting to air dirty laundry, losing it" Finnick chuckles handing me a sugar cube "It'll help wake you up a little"

One day I'd find out where he kept those stored.

"You weren't there...after. Totally lost my shit after I remembered some stuff about the Training Center. Johanna had to knock me out"

   ***

Haymitch interrupts at this. He'd come in after the fact but had never been told just what had set me off. He never pried. Always let me tell him things on my own time and the way I wanted. Another thing I genuinely love about my adopted father.

"What happened at breakfast? You never did tell me"

Peeta is shaking his head against the top of mine but he doesn't stiffen the way he did then. We've talked about this. Haymitch and I haven't. I take a deep breath and start in on that one. Might as well get some of the trackerjacker enhanced mutt version of me's memories out now before they threatened to smother me at the Capitol. Because I was going. I'll be damned if I spend that amount of time away from Peeta and they both knew it.

"I was cruel to everyone that day" I admit honestly shaking my head with shame "Most especially Peeta. I wanted him to hurt the way I was...even though I didn't understand it at the time. Still shattered beyond repair"

    ***

I was fucking starving and sick of waiting for Prim to go get some food. They'd finally actually had to adjust my food to meet my carnivorous needs and I was ravenous. I'd been allowed to walk around my room unrestrained and even get some sketching done this morning to test my motor reflexes further. They took my pencil immediately afterwards though. Prim was unusually late today, must have been put back in the rotation this week.

Yeah, screw this I'm starved.

I threw my pillow at the glass and demanded my shock collar so I could get some god damn food. It was still early hours so I was usually permitted to eat there with Prim because there were so few people there, already out for whatever work detail they were on that day.

Within 10 minutes two familiar soldiers came in. They knew better than to have my watch be men. They learned that lesson quick when I would tuck myself into places they could never hope to fit or reach. I'm much too wily and quick for their bulky bodies. These particular women were used to me and I liked that they didn't look at me like everyone else that was forced to watch me did. There was no pity in their eyes and they were genuine in trying to understand me.

The blonde was Flira. She didn't talk much but was the reason I'd been able to get my collars crafted by Beetee. She listened to me when I'd been a screaming lunatic those first couple weeks. It was clear I still trusted some people irrevocably. Beetee was on that very short list. Apparently Flira was a pretty high-ranking officer so she spent a bit of time with him for weaponry. Why she enjoyed spending time babysitting me was beyond my realm of reasoning. She'd attempted to put in a favor but he claimed I'd saved his life. Quite the opposite in fact, but I appreciated the sentiment all the same.

Now, since the last problems were my hands and teeth, a small jolt of electricity or a shot of morphling could stop that in a second. Much better than getting knocked unconscious with a baton again. I was grateful for them. They were pretty and functional without making me feel like the wild fox they'd wickedly dubbed me at the Training Center. Much thanks Beetee. A girls gotta have something pretty even if she was a monster mutt now.

In the red head Juni's hand was my collar and mouth guard.

Ok I hated the mouth guard. The way they'd strap me down to put it in always gave me flashbacks to my torment. It made me feel like less of a person to them too. Just some caged wild animal. I already had to wear the collar, was the muzzle fuckin necessary for breakfast?

I didn't realize I'd said this all aloud until they exchanged a bored glance between them before passing it back to a nurse who'd been nervously waiting at the door for me to be restrained. I shoot Juni a grateful smile and hold my hands out for my special restraints. My nails had been modified to always grow in a stiletto shape but Prim kept them rounded and short so I didn't have to wear the nail guards much. Today Juni leaves them off as she clips my adjustable restraints into place at my wrists.

Today's looking up! Gotta keep up the docile thing so it can stay that way. Lifting my chin obediently, I allow Flira to brush the hair from my neck as she secures the collar in place.

This one is a beautiful shade of blue that makes my head heart thinking about why I like it so much. Beeta making my restraints really makes me happy. They're personal, he cares that anything made for you is for you. I wish I could see how he was doing. Maybe if I behave today, I can ask? Pfft yeah right. He was important. I really wasn't.

I do hope I get to catch a glimpse of Johanna. I haven't gotten to talk to her in a while. I need to see her alright with my own eyes. Hopefully they were treating her right. I didn't want her caged and hurting like me. She'd had too much of it for my liking as it was. She was a bird that needed to be free in the trees, like Rue. They just flew through leaves as if they had wings, weightless and filled with sweet air. To think of her trapped in a white room like this, a two-way mirror for people to gawk and laugh at your misery. No, I wanted sun on her skin. It clicks that I have my bargaining chip. I have something I want from Coin now. Now we can negotiate.

"Ok, ok, ok I'm all cuffed up can we go? I'm starving!" I moan shaking my wrists back and forth as I bounce on the balls of my socked feet excitedly

"You have got to wear pants today." Flira sighs pinching the bridge of her nose as Juni takes the sedative shots from the nurse and shoos her skittish presence away. They always irritate her and this pleases me.

I'm not too keen on clothing but since I rarely get to leave my cage, it's not really that much of a problem. I wrinkle my nose but snatch up a pair of 13's ugly pants I'd shredded into shorts.

"No. Coin will kill you"

I snort and pull them up my legs, admiring how they make my fattening ass look.

"Not if she wants her precious mutt to cooperate" I sing throwing her an impish grin over my shoulder.

They roll their eyes at me but resign to let me stay shoeless and hurry me to the cafeteria, probably hoping we can get this over with quickly before their caught being so nice to me. I don't know why they risk it but I like that they were willing to get in trouble just to give me back some simple freedoms sometimes. Luckily for them it's practically empty but I don't really peruse the area. Not important right now. The smell of meat smacks me in the face making my mouth water instantly. Flashing my bracelet when the cook comes out, I practically drool at the meal he drops in front of me a minute later. 1 full turkey leg, a chicken thigh, and some beef soup that I can see vegetables floating in. My nose wrinkles at this. There's a cup of fruit that also makes me visibly gag.

Maybe I'll be able to convince Juni or Flirn to eat them? Food is too precious in 12 to waste but in 13 its practically a war crime. I wish they'd just stop giving them to me for a while. I take my cup and then seek out an empty table just happy to have my fill of meat.

Then I hear a booming, hearty laugh that makes my heart pound and my muscles constrict as if I'd been ensnared by a vicious anaconda. I know that laugh. Then, I see them.

It's the mutt sitting to the left of Katniss with Gale at her right. Finnick Odair is beside Gale, Annie tucked into his side, smiling adorably at whatever he's whispering in her ear. My eyes lock onto the cozy trio that Is the mutt, Katniss and Gale. His arm brushes hers occasionally as they speak to one another and I feel a thick disgusting jealousy welling in my throat that burns me to the core.

I don't know why I care so much but it pisses me off.

The bench of their table closest to me is full of heads I recognize too. Yulin on the end is sitting beside Delly, both District 12 residents. It's with a giddiness starting in my belly that fills me up with pure joy when I find exactly who I wanted to see beside Delly,

"Jojo!" I call out excitedly

Her head whips up as she drops the spoon in her hand, her growing curls make me grin as they bounce around her whipping face. It's Peeta who looks up first, seeing Johanna respond to a name that was most definitely not hers. When his eyes lock on mine I feel fear, hatred, jealousy and....longing well in my chest as his face frantically searches mine. It's Katniss' hand on his shoulder, trying to see what's got his attention that drives my feet forward. When Johanna turns around, I'm grinning wickedly down at her.

"I see they let you out your cage for once" she beams back

"For a little while. I can't sit without your permission though" I explain tilting my head behind me where I know Flirn and Juni will most definitely be hovering.

"Are those shorts?" she cackles

"No one was supposed to be here" I shrug, privately enjoying the way everyone's eyes roam up my exposed thighs, littered with fading bruises and wounds from my imprisonment.

I like that I can feel all of their terrified and confused eyes on us while we pay them no mind. All these scars? I earned every single one of them to protect all of their precious people. So... Fuck them.

Everyone else was all the things in this moment that I'd been for over 6 months.

Irrelevant. Discardable.

"Sit. Sit" Johanna pats the seat excitably and I plop down happily.

Flirn and Juni relax and give me a nice berth of space. I've talked to them a bit about my imprisonment time with Johanna. They know she can subdue me, if necessary and that I would welcome her over anyone else knocking me senseless. Or Primrose. But she's not available today.

I sweep my eyes up the table where Annie sits, openly staring at me with those wide jade green eyes, that seemed much clearer today. Good. She's finding her way with Finnick as her sound minded compass.

"Hey lil red" I grin, pleased to see her still unharmed. "You're lookin good"

"I am. Thank you for that. How are you?", she nods softly with a smile

This startles everyone at the table as they look back and forth between us.

"Meh so so. Best place I've been strapped down in thus far though" I laugh

Johanna snickers beside me and I'm pleased to see she's reaching for my fruit cup. After she dumps it into hers, I bump my forehead to her temple in thanks. She knocks back and I smile to myself. Jo knows I can't stand the sight of vegetables right now and she needs the fattening up anyway.

When I look up and a little to my right it's to lock eyes with Peeta. I'd wanted him to feel like I didn't care he was in close enough range to wring my neck with those big old paws of his or that I was truly terrified of him. I didn't want him to know that seeing him cuddled up with this girl made me want to rip my heart out and throw it at his feet.

I'm angry and I shouldn't be. I don't like this boy. Right? I don't want him. Right?

RIGHT?!

I look back at my food and pull another large hunk of meat of my turkey leg up with my nails, (I hate silverware) and can feel everyone's eyes on me, but it only makes me angrier. They want a show I'll fucking give them one.

"That's a lot of meat" Delly inserts quirking her brow at me inquisitively.

"Gotta catch up. They didn't exactly give us much to snack on when they were shocking our wet bodies with cattle prods" I explain in a bored tone as Johanna snorts next to me.

Annie flinches at the end of the table but I don't pay it any mind. She was fine. Safe and unharmed. I took great lengths and many an unwelcome touch to see to that. You're fuckin welcome Odair.

"But why meat?"

"All they gave me were vegetables the entire time I was there. The only protein was an egg a week. I need more protein than most" I explain to her genuine curiosity, seeing no harm in being nice to this doe eyed girl who honestly meant me none.

"Why?" Gales asks curiously, his stormy dark grey eyes looking me over like a science experiment

For fucks sake I'm wearing a collar. Does it need more explanation? I quirk a brow at him and pull my top lip back from my left canine since it was closest to his range of vision, fattening it a bit before tapping it twice. I hear everyone's gasps of surprise seeing I can change their size at will but I don't speak on it further. It's the only explanation I care to offer at the moment. I can feel them burning with questions but they dare not ask.

I dip my meat in the soup, making a spectacle of it as they all continue to watch me. A strange sideshow to their normally quaint mornings being all coupled up and fucking happy. Picture perfect fuckin families. Something that mind fucked little ole me wasn't supposed to live to see.

"So" I start, wanting to wound them the way they were me

My eyes sweep up to hold the mutt in my gaze, he's spell bound as I suck the soaked meat from my fingers and between my lips with a loud pop. I lick and suck the juices from my lips torturously slow and see that I have the rapt attention of every male at the table. Hmmm. Interesting. Even as a wild animal I was still desirable to them. Funny.

I rip off another large piece of meat and repeat this process. I hadn't had this much meat in so long. I was doing it just as much for them as I was for me.

"I see that you three figured out the poly dynamic to your re-lation-ship" I grin wickedly gesturing the meat between Gale, Katniss and Peeta before slurping it between my lips again, making sure to draw out the 'ship' when I pop my lips playfully.

As Katniss goes red in the face, sputtering for a response I lock my eyes with Peeta again, who looks as if I'd slapped him and he was trying to decide whether to hit me back. My fingers twitch as I try to control myself. I want to lunge for him before he can me but I decide to push further. Johanna snorts next to me trying to hide her amusement at my unhinged behavior. I bring what's remaining of the turkey leg up to my mouth to show them something I'd learned I could do with this new set of teeth and jaws the Capitol forced on me after my first games.

"So, Katniss" I hiss her name like a vicious snake. "Which ones better in the sack?"

Delly squeaks something about privacy and misunderstandings but I'm not looking at her. I'm looking right at Peeta, who's eyes have hardened. He genuinely looks wounded. Good. I hope she says Gale.

"Cuz if memory serves me right Mellark, you're quite a fun ride. And taste just. Like. Honey" I purr

Before he can retort I stick the entire leg in my mouth, clamp my teeth down and suck hard, my cheeks dipping so you can see my tongue hitting them as I swirl it around the leg. I pull it out painfully slowly and everyone's eyes widen. I've stripped it of every shred of meat on it, the tip of the bone leaving my full lips with a loud pop as I look him dead in his eyes and swallow. No need to chew if I don't want to honestly. I pop my lips with satisfaction and suck on the tip of the bone. Katniss looks like she'd love nothing more than to drive her fork through my face and I use this as satisfying fuel for my rage.

Serves you right. I volunteered for you and kept your precious mutt safe because he's so fuckin in love with you.

"I bet it's Gale and he's aggressive" Johanna whispers lowly in my ear so no one but me can hear

"How about it pretty boy? Is it you? I bet you're pretty demanding though" I tilt my head as I suck on the tip of my bone thoughtfully, rolling my tongue over the cartilage remaining at the tips. Gale's eyes are still on my lips and I taunt him further, beginning to suck it thoughtfully. "Hmmm might just need to test it out myself. Not like you were ever shy about handing out those kisses of yours back in 12 though, were ya?"

Gale flushes as many of the eyes at the table now sweep up to him.

"My bad about kickin you in the sack last time you tried though. I won't do that if you try to kiss me again" I purr dropping my bone and tipping my soup up to my lips, taking a sip. I drop it immediately when I smell carrots at my nose my entire taunting game discarded until I get them away from me.

I rapidly scoop them out into the empty fruit cup I had and hurriedly drop them on Johanna's plate. She dumps them in her soup happily, still watching our exchange.

I'm just getting fucking started.

"I mean. You obviously don't mind sharing?" I flick my eyes to Katniss and back again to Gale

"What makes you think you and Peeta have?" she sneers trying and succeeding to wound me, though I'll never let her know that.

I smirk, my canines on full display and this makes her pull herself back an inch or so protectively. I take a bite out of my chicken thigh and lick my fingers as if her question bores me. Just as I move to say what I want, Prim sits beside Peeta, who now has to slide directly in front of me.

I can't avoid his deep honey gaze any longer and I feel my veins thrum in warning. I don't want to be malicious with Primrose here. But now I feel I've gone to a point where I need to see this through. I genuinely need these answers for some psychotic reason. My foot rests between both of Peeta's under the table and a horrid idea comes to mind.

Let's see if I'm provoked.

With a tap to my temple, I simper at Peeta, biting my lip while gazing at him longingly beneath the lashes of my hooded eyes, feigning a desire that I genuinely felt licking the back of my consciousness.

"Hijacked or not, I've got quite a few nights on the train up here. And hmmmm...If memory serves, Mellark's fuckin hung" I sigh dreamily

He's about to get up, something in his expression tickles a memory of his mannerisms. I see it in the set of his jaw and the sadness in the tightening of his eyes. I stop him cold with my next action. My socked foot is now on his groin. I'd noticed he'd anxiously scooted to the edge of his seat while he'd watched me eat, his hands now palming the table with veins popping across the surface. His body is frozen solid. Good.

"And very, very vocal. Though not very nice in what he's saying" I sigh rubbing my foot tenderly against him back and forth, feeling a sense of triumph when he grows beneath my ministrations. This sickens me that I revel in his heat being directed at me this way. "Likes to let you take control so he can watch you too"

Desire sparks within me at his expressions. This mutt who wants me dead. The hell is wrong with me?

Katniss hisses and stomps away from the table, fed up with my shit.

"Then again" I sigh with fervor sweeping my eyes down to Finnick, who is watching me with something akin to utter disbelief but...humor rests on his lips "I do believe you owe me Annie"

Her head snaps to me and now Finnick is really lost.

"I bet you're the best at this table Odair. And seeing as how your pretty little wife does owe me my pound of flesh..." I moan the end of my sentence, just to goad them too.

I'm lashing out at everyone now.

I find Peeta's tip and squeeze, wrapping my toes around it, feeling his hips shift as he tries to control his reaction. I like this. Why? His plump lips part as he pants lowly, his hands are under the table on his thighs now. He could move my foot easily if he wanted but he doesn't recoil from my touch or move to toss my foot away.

This confuses me. I feel a crack in my mind but I don't have time to focus on that.

"What do you mean?" Finnick asks

"Oh, you didn't know?" Johanna pipes in always happy to traumatize people with Our 'Torture Tales' as we liked to call them. "She convinced them in less than a day that Annie would be of no use to them. Everything they wanted to do and try on Annie, she got them to take it out on her instead. The head Peacekeeper there had a thing for redheads but, she mind-fucked him into touching her instead"

Peeta flinches under my ministrations, I'd increased the pressure while he was staring at my face intently. But I don't want to see the disgust I know will be on his. I know I'm sullied beyond reproach, ok? Now both of my feet are on him but his trembling hands have moved to the tabletop again. Why didn't he just move my feet? And why was I happy he couldn't seem to?

"Is that true?" Prim asks me with sad blue eyes

"Mhhhmmm. So, I think I dare, Mr.Odair. It would seem I've got a thing for hot blondes hopelessly in love with someone else" I sing locking eyes with him, happy that these memories don't come back as easily as I spit them out. "We're used to it right? The Capitol just using our bodies how they want to? At least I'd be fun. You wouldn't believe the things I learned my body could do in there"

Peeta has had enough. So have the Odairs. And Johanna. Her hand is like a vice grip on my thigh, warning me to calm down. I didn't want to hurt Annie but I felt rabid and couldn't bring myself to care. I'd taken more than enough lashings for her; she could take one emotional for me.

Peeta's still hard beneath me but his hands slam on the table and I flinch backwards with my eyes on them. Now I'm the one frozen in place. They might as well be sledgehammers in my rattled mind. My own begin to tremble as I grab Johanna's hand in fear beneath the table. Ok maybe too far? He stands and his wounded eyes are hard as they hold me trapped in fear and something else.

"I don't know what you think happened on the train but that wasn't it", he hisses before retreating from the table.

He's a liar. He's definitely fucking hung. There's no way they'd just know that. Right? Or would I just know that?

No. The games. He had to have washed. Right?

Ugh. My head is spinning.

It's quiet for a little while after the Odair's, Gale and Peeta leave. I realize Prim has been watching me with the eyes of a doctor who wants to ask me things but not in front of people who don't have my confidence. Delly takes the hint and removes herself quickly. For some reason unknown to me, she touches my shoulder and gives a soft squeeze before leaving, knowing that touching me was not permitted. It was reassuring she cared enough to risk it.

Yulin finishes his food than comes to sit beside me for a minute. We were actually pretty close before I went into the games so I was happy to see he made it out. Friendship wasn't something that came easily to me. When his blue eyes hold mine, I realize he has something he wants to say without upsetting me.

"What?" I sigh ready for a lecture

"Look...I'm still friends with Peeta too. I know you don't like him right now but, don't just assume things. He's never...been with anyone before. I don't know what they did to your memories but he's never had sex" he sighs standing to go and fleeing the room quickly.

This only makes me angrier and I'm struggling to hold onto my reason.

I didn't need my heart to leap the way it did at the admission and breaking of Peeta's trust to give it to me. My head hurts.

"Why did you do that?" Prim asks amicably

"I-I don't know. I was so pissed off" I hiss gnawing at my chicken, no longer able to taste it but needing something to do before I splintered into a million pieces.

"About?"

"I can't explain it"

And I don't want to.

"Try" Johanna urges me threading her fingers through mine and squeezing twice, just like we did when we were imprisoned together. My little boost of dopamine in a world full of trackerjacker venom.

"I went through all this for him to have the life he wanted but I hated seeing it. But I hate him. Right? It's all so splintered" I sigh rubbing my temples now "I'm terrified of him. I just have this irrational fear but I wanted to touch him too. Fuck. I'm super fucked in the head. I want him dead. He wants me dead. Right? But I want his hands on me too? How could the train have been unreal? It's so clear. Bright. So bright"

"What about the train?" Prim tries knowing that trying convince me he didn't want me dead was a moot point.

"He and I... we would" I sigh, not wanting to express this to a 13-year-old, but she was the only doctor I trusted right now.

"You have memories of intimacy?"

"Sometimes" I huff as my body begins to shudder

"Only one time isn't super shiny like that but...we didn't..."

"This sounds juicy, tell me" Johanna hums leaning forward and resting her chin on her hands as she grins mischievously at me.

We'd always make one another laugh in some morbid fashion when we were imprisoned together and one of us was on the brink. I could have never endured all that I did without her.

"I didn't sleep well without him after the games...so, I never did" I sigh pulling my hands from my temples and holding Prim's clear blue eyes, drowning in their clarity

"And?"

"One night, I remember waking up to his lips on my cheek. I'd been crying out for him. I... I think I did that a lot. He curled up with me. Held me. He smelled different than the Peeta in the bright version.... like honey. Cinnamon"

"Like the bakery"

"Yes. Bread. Fresh bread"

This scares me. I'm getting too many at one time. Prim urges me on encouragingly.

"I wanted him to do more than hold me but I know it's not right to"

"Did he?" Johanna whispers conspiratorially as her pretty green eyes widened dramatically

"He's gotten...bigger than he was in the videos I remember. But he was always bigger than me. I wanted him to kiss me. I don't know why. He didn't love me. The cameras were gone. What did I want?" I grumble as my eyes dart back and forth across the table

"Oh my god bitch, did he kiss you or not?" Johanna whines

"Yes" I sigh as I feel my body clenching in a way that feels very familiar

"Keep going" Johanna purrs wiggling her shoulders

"He was on top of me. His tank tops always got swallowed by his muscles and his hands were" I stare down at mine "He always held my hands. He did it than too. His kiss was so passionate and he was everywhere" I whisper rubbing my temples again

I don't like that I can feel the heat of his body encompassing me or the tenderness in his kiss. This bothers me. Fuckin mutt. 

So desperate to have a piece of him, that I just let him take out his frustrations for Katniss with me. Telling me how pretty she was as he thrust into me so roughly. That was the truth. That's what happened. Right?

"He's got some big ass hands" Johanna observes

"But gentle in this one. I remember his hands on my ribs, my hips, his lips tasted like hot chocolate. He always...had some before bed on the train. I think?"

"That's really good, keep going" Prim presses

I don't want to. I can feel the golden haze trying to overtake this memory too. I tell her so.

"Why?"

"I hear things he's saying but it doesn't really sound like him. Like a track over the real words that don't quite match up to his lips."

"Listen to both. Figure out which one makes sense" Prim encourages

"He’s telling me that it's easy to forget Katniss with me because I had grey eyes and dark hair like her. These kisses are rougher though. He's tugging and pushing at me. He's rough and won't really look me in the eyes. They're off somehow but it's his voice. His body. It doesn't feel good for me but he likes it so I shut up like he says. His hands are on my wrists. Not in mine"

"What's the darker one saying?"

"He's calling me pretty. Sweet names. Whispering in my ear. He's holding my hands this time" I blush wanting to drop the topic now

It didn't make sense.

"Did you fuck in this one too? I like this one better" Johanna whispers practically in my lap now

"No. I... I touched him. He touched me, a little. That was it"

"Oh no, how much touching? Don't hold out on me now. I hate to read and this is a juicy story" Johanna whines as she shakes me

Maybe I'd make better progress with Johanna around when it came to my real memories? She made them easier to remember and fun even through the confusion and pain.

"Jojo maybe later" I hiss ignoring the creeping headache

Prim was still only 13 and it bothers me that she knows this much already.

"I don't mind" Prim laughs

"I do"

"Just keep going"

"I was determined not to, no matter how badly I wanted to. So, I asked to touch him instead"

His lips are on mine and the sounds that rumble in his wide barrel chest make me wet. He's so vocal as he showers me with praise between suckling at my tongue and lips. It makes my muscles clench in ways that set me ignites fire in my veins. I don't know how but he knows exactly how to suck on my tongue to make me weak. It's as if he has a roadmap to every sensitive part of me. He whimpers my name against my lips when my nails rake down his chest with desire. His lips leave mine as he throws his head back with a groan, hurriedly pulling the shirt over his head.

"Peeta" I whisper

His eyes meet mine, just holding them for a moment before he dips his head and gives me a tender kiss. His hands are on my ribs as he caresses my sides.

"Can I touch you Peeta?" I whisper into the night, my back bowing when his fingertips graze the underside of my breasts.

His eyes widen but he nods, his curls falling into his eyes as he tried to steady his breath. I want to see him come undone so I pull him down to me with my left arm around his neck and my right hand sliding through his golden happy trail. When his skin touches mine, I lay on my side, pulling him down so that he lay on his facing me. I could see him struggling not to flex his hips up into my descending fingers because his eyes never leave mine. He whispers how pretty I am as he pants against my lips, his voice unsteady and a low hum. I blush and kiss him to shut him up before I lose my nerve. As my fingers pass through the patch of curls, I wonder if they match the dirty blonde on his head. This becomes a fleeting thought when his length twitches against the side of my palm. I grab him gently at first, curious of his reactions to every touch and caress. He's pulsing in my hand as I explore his shaft in my hands. Peeta has no problem telling me exactly how he feels and I find that I really like that.

"Shit!" I hiss slamming my forehead down on the table before I feel Johanna's restraining arms wrapped around my shoulders to keep me upright

No. Mutt. Mutt. Enemy. He's going to destroy everything. But of course, me first. This isn't real. He'd never look at me that way. Never touch me so tenderly. He'd told me so.

He hated me for this fake relationship but I felt good wrapped around him so it was alright sometimes. His hands go to my throat when I ask him to slow down. He's hurting me. I go quiet but he's not finished yet. That was the real Peeta. Right?

RIGHT!?

My hand locks around Johanna's thigh in a grip that I know will leave a bruise. I'll apologize later. She doesn't flinch or move away; in fact, she moves closer so I can whisper in her ear.

"Se...date" I grit between pants

"Prim" she warns lowly trying not to alert my guards who've noticed the loud bang

Prim's hand is already on the remote. I feel the prick in my neck and I slump against Johanna's side with exhaustion. My doses are higher when I'm supposed to be around others. I want to sleep. But I can't. Not with these memories waging war in my brain.

"What the fuck? It was getting good!" Johanna hisses with mock irritation

I can't help the laugh that I choke out.

"Too good. I started to remember...the Training Center when I pull that one back up"

"Which part?" she snorts

"Mean Peeta" I whimper shrinking into her side feeling like a stupid child "Cliff too"

"Hey..." she calls lowly in a soft tone I've realized she only uses for me

I tilt my head up to hers with as much strength as I can muster, unashamed to show her my shiny eyes.

"Unless he's a quick pumper, which isn't exactly far off" she starts which makes me laugh brokenly "There's no way he actually got to you, y'know? Snow promised you to him after the interview. You fucked that up warning Peeta about the attack on 13. After Snow knocked you out, they brought you back in not ten minutes later. We were rescued a half a day later. They were on the frontlines. No one came to fuck with us in that time. I stayed up the whole time. I watched you the whole time."

"You broke your promise?"

"If you thought I really wasn't gonna need to look at your crazy ass when they brought you back, you're stupid. I know what Cliff does to the women POWs. I had to make sure you were breathing. They left you strapped down in front of my cell just like you said they would. When the grid dropped after they got bombed, I even managed to pull you into my cell before the power came on. I swear”

"It was cold"

"They took your clothes. They knew how much you love the things Cinna makes. And to make me think that you had been given to Cliff for a little while before they shipped out. I'm not dumb though. He likes to slice and beat a girl up before he can get his rocks off. You weren't bruised enough. Looked like they just beat you pretty good for the warning"

"You're lying" I begin to sob

"To you? For what? Your minds fucked enough as it is. I'd like no hand in that shit" she laughs and I join in, wrapping arms around her slowly filling out stomach

"Thanks for staying with me. I wouldn't have made it without you" I sigh sleepily, fighting my drooping lids

"Don't I know it" she smirks down at me, knocking her forehead against mine "Good. Your old man's here. Gonna need him to cart you off to bed. That meat's making you chunky"

"Good" I snicker

Prim has waves over Haymitch, who was looking for an excuse to ditch his next meeting anyway, asking him to carry me back to my room. More like my zoo exhibit cage. Johanna helps me turn on the seat, loosely wrapping my arms around his neck and back as he carries me piggyback to my room.

"Nice bruise on the forehead there darlin" he laughs around a lollipop.

A new guilty pleasure of his that helps distract him from the no alcohol rule down here. That rule definitely fuckin bites. I'd love a good drink right now.

"Had to hit something" I shrug with a yawn

"I take it you saw Peeta"

"I don't want to talk about it. My head hurts. Maybe later. I just have to sort it all out for a while first"

He hums but says nothing further as he waves his band in front of my cage to open the door. Once he sets me on the bed, he helps turn my body so I'm lying back against the pillows.

"Go ahead. I know they want you to strap me down"

"And since when have I given a shit about what other people want me to do?" he asks with a quirked brow

"True"

I roll onto my side and watch him as he sits in the chair beside the bed. It's usually occupied by the moron of a head doctor here.

"Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?"

"Of course"

I snuggle further into my blanket and just watch his chest rise and fall as he pulls a book out of his jacket and begins to read to himself.

"I'm fucked, aren't I?"

"Aren't we all?"

"You know what I mean"

"Do I?"

"My mind. There's no real helping this level of psychosis is there?"

"And what level is that?"

I hated when he answered my questions with questions like this.

"To see someone as a monster...but still want those same hands on you. No matter how terrified you are of the fact that you know they're meant to kill you. You want them anyway. Knowing it means your death. To find comfort in the arms of death?"

"Is that the crossroad you're at right now?"

"Yeah. I don't feel safe anymore. I don't know if I ever have, outside of the fractured memories that tell me I did with him. They hurt. It all hurts. What am I even still here for?"

We're quiet for a while before I begin to sob. I bawl so hard my bed rocks violently beneath me, my body releasing what I hadn't been able to in the last 6 months.

"I wish they'd killed me" I cry finally admitting to Haymitch the one thing I hadn't been able to admit to myself aloud "I can't live like this. Broken and fractured beyond repair! No one deserves to live as a shell. A ghost. A monster mutt terrified of other mutts!"

He doesn't say a word but his arms are around me in seconds, scooping me up, pulling me into the armchair so I'm sitting sideways in his lap. My sobs have only gotten harder and I'm barely breathing through them.

"That is not what you are! Do you hear me? You feel this way because you know that's not who you are! You feel her fighting, clawing desperately to get out from beneath the rubble of fucked up things that the Capitol dropped on you" Haymitch rumbles giving me a reassuring squeeze. "How about this? Everyone always wants you to pull your memories. How about we listen to some of my more sober ones of who you really are?"

"Yeah" I nod with a sniffle

So, he begins his tales. The more he talks the deeper I fall into the dream of living this girl's life as he describes her. The fire. The passion. Quickest to throw myself into the flames if it meant keeping those I claimed never to care for, away from harm. Alone since 8 but surviving on my own since 10. Preferring to keep to the woods, when possible, never was one to enjoy wearing pants. She didn't sound very nice but she was kind, passionate and strong.

I dreamt of her. In a field of dandelions, singing to the mockingjays above her head. The only times she ever felt free as a child.

***

"Ah. I always wondered what had happened" Haymitch nods before smirking at me

"That was not one of my finest moments" I scoff

"Sounded like one to me. You felt things you weren't ready to and tackled it head on anyway. Albeit, aggressively as hell but, you did it. Now, teasing the boys while you made your point? Stroke of genius" Haymitch chuckles

"I didn't even mean what I was saying. Like, Finn's cute and all, but in that annoying big brother kind of way. It's why I needed to apologize. I was trying to hurt everyone because I was hurting and couldn't figure out how to deal with it at the time. Nothing I was feeling made sense and it terrified me. It wasn't fair but I did it. It's why I had to say sorry"

"I can respect that"

"Finn's cute?" Peeta repeats above my head having apparently only heard that part of my spiel.

I shrink into his chest a little and nudge his chin up with the top of my head. Trackerjacker me tended to lean on Finnick a lot so we bonded quickly. I'd spent a lot of time with him. He was always nice to me even when I was losing my marbles. Even when I'd tried to kill Peeta again in the Capitol, he was soft in his tone and gentle in his handling of me even when I didn't know who or where I was. Used to it I suppose.

I later learned that it always stroked the beast of jealousy's back within Peeta back then.

"And Peeta is drippin wet, panty droppa, smoking hot”  I grin over at Haymitch knowing that Peeta is bright red above me.

He coughs and Haymitch hands me another clear liquor bottle to sip from.

"Finish about when you joined the squad at the Capitol" Peeta chokes

I try to ignore that he's dipped his chin so his lips are beside my neck and his left hand has released mine to trail back and forth across my waist line. I launch back into the memory before his hands distract me with hunger.

[themultifandomgal]

Joe Cruz- Scare To Trust Again

Triggers- toxic relationship, boyfriend hitting girlfriend once. Cheating. Boyfriend thinks woman shouldn't have a 'mans job'.

My shift at the firehouse finishes so I get myself ready for my date with my boyfriend Reece. I walk out of the locker room

"YN is that you?" Severide whistles

"You scrub up well" Gabby smiles

"Thanks"

"Cruz close your mouth before you catch flies" Casey chuckles

"YN you look..." Cruz is lost for words so Brett finishes for him

"Beautiful"

"Still not sure why your with Reece" Herrmann scoffs

"Maybe because I love him" I reply rolling my eyes

"But he cheated on you" Severide frowns

"Yes but that was a drunken mistake"

"Hmmm" Matt crosses his arms as Reece arrives

"I'll see you guys tomorrow" I wave bye to everyone and leave the firehouse getting into Reece's car

"Hi baby" I smile getting into his car, but he just grunts in response. Must have had a bad day. The drive to the restaurant was silent, somethings off.

We sit down at a table in silence, Reece starts looking at the menu

"Whats going on?" I ask not picking my menu up

"Nothing" he replies. His phone beeps, he looks at it and quickly replies putting his phone back down

"Reece somethings wrong"

"Nothings wrong. Now look at your menu and decide what your having" not wanting to cause an argument I do as I'm told. We oder our drinks then our waitress walks over to us again. I notice Reece's mood shifts and he puts on a smile

"Hi what can I get you"

"I'll have the steak, medium rare. She will have the Caesar salad"

"Of course" the waitress turns around and I notice Reece watching her, more specifically her ass. I cross my arms annoyed at him. He looks back at me with a frown

"What?" He replies

"Are you serious? You were just checking her out"

"Here we go. Jealous YN as always"

"There's a difference with being jealous and being upset because your boyfriend was looking at their waitresses butt" I whisper yell

"Give it a rest YN" he sighs "I'm taking you home aren't I?"

After we leave the restaurant and head home Reece is still acting weird and constantly on his phone. So once he goes into the shower I do something I never thought I'd do, I take his phone and unlock it to check his messages. He's been messaging many woman talking to them as he would me. One message even implied that she enjoyed the sex. Furious I stand up with the phone still in my hand. I march my way to the bathroom and open the door, not caring that Reece is in the shower

"Are you fucking serious?"

"What?"

"Your fucking cheating on me again?"

"Well what do you expect when your at the firehouse all the time" Reece gets out of the showers wrapping a towel around his waist

"At work!" I yell "did you forget I'm a fucking firefighter?"

"Maybe if you were at home doing the cooking and cleaning not doing mans work..,."

"Woah woah woah. Let me stop you there. It's not the 1950s Reece. When we started dating you knew I was a firefighter, you knew that I was working full time. So why now are you saying I should be in the fucking kitchen"

"My head hurts YN give it a rest" Reece gets himself dressed "let's just go to bed"

"No I'm not getting into bed with you when you've admitted to cheating and then told me that I should be a house wife"

"Shut up" I then feel a pain across my face. My eyes widen. Without saying anything I grab my stuff and leave the house with Reece calling me to come back. I get in my car and drive home, thankful I never actually fully moved in with him.

The following day I arrive at the firehouse in a mood. I've done my best to hide the bruise but gave up when it wouldn't fully disappear. I go to the lockers where Cruz is putting his things away

"You good?" he asks me "is that a bruise on you face? what happened?"

"Let's just say I'm now single" I slam my locker and head to the kitchen area to make myself a coffee

"Did Reece do this to you?" this gets the attention of everyone at the firehouse "did he hit you?" I sigh in response not really wanting to get into it

"YN what happened last night?" Gabby asks walking over to me. Tears start to threaten to spill

"He's been cheating on me again. I confronted him and he slapped me telling me to shut up"

"Oh YN" Gabby and Sylvie pull me into a hug

"Has he ever hurt you before?" Severide asks

"No. That's the first time. I left him and went home after that happened"

"Good"

Later in the afternoon I hear a commotion outside

"How dare you lay a finger on YN! I hear. I rush outside and see Joe pushing Reece back

"Cruz calm down" Severide holds him back

"Reece go" I say "we're over ok"

"Babe come on. It was a stupid mistake"

"Which part? cheating on her or hitting her?" Herrmann asks

"Babe come on. I won't do it again"

"Just leave Reece"

"Oh and if you decide to harass her, I'll be making a call to my friend over in intelligence"

"Go" Joe shouts.

"Hey you ok?" Joe asks waking over to me at Mollys after our shift

"Yeah. Just sucks. I'm 30 Joe. I thought in the next few years I'd be married with kids and now I have to go through the whole process again"

"I know it's not ideal, but you'll find the right guy. Who won't cheat on you or hurt you. Never know you may have already met him just not realised it"

"I'm so scared to trust again"

"Hey look at me" I turn and look at Joe

"You will trust again, I promise"

"Thank you" I give Joe a hug thankful I have friends like him who have my back.

Months go by, I do have to get a restraining order against my ex, especially when he found out that Joe and I had starting to see each other. And Joe was right, I did learn to trust again.

[straightouttasantacarla]

Can you write a luke Patterson fanfic where the reader is also apart of their own band? 🥺🥺

Still into you ( Luke Patterson x reader)

Warnings : brief mention of alcohol but no one actually drinks brief swearing not a lot of use of ( y/n) pet names ( babe baby)

very fluffy. The story also takes place in 1994 a year before the boys death

READERS POV

" Thank you everyone for coming tonight . Until next time!" I smile while running off stage with the rest of my band. E just performed one of the biggest shows for our band tonight . One step closer to playing the orpheum. " That was sick guys!" My bandmate and lead guitarist Natalie cheers. " We're gonna play the orpheum soon." " That we are Nat. if we keep performing like that we will be opening for bands like Green Day , The Smashing Pumpkins , hell maybe even Blink 182." I fantasize draping an arm across Natalie's shoulders.

" Someones at the door." Darcie calls out. She walks over opening it and there stands my boyfriend Luke Patterson and his band mates. He smiles brightly walking over to me. "Hey baby. You were great out there." My bass player Crystal clears her throat behind us making us turn around. " Right sorry you were all great out there tonight . " Crystal smirks, " Thank you Luke." All the other girls giggle and thank him too.. Alex walks over bringing me into a hug. " I'm so proud of you. You too ladies!" He says making sure to compliment them so he doesn't make anyone feel left out.

Luke walks up behind me kissing my cheek."you guys should come over to Bobby's. we've got a party set up with snacks and drinks." "Snacks?" Darcie hops up off the couch . "Drinks? What kind of drinks?" Yazmin my drummer questions."soda water juice I don't know." " Alcohol ?" Bobby shakes his head no. " My parents would kill me if we had alcohol " " damn it." Sighs Yazmin. " Come on guys lets go." Luke grabs my hand leading me to his car.

* TIME SKIP*

We arrive at Bobby's which is also the boys' studio. The studio is decorated with balloons streamers and there's even a banner with our bandwrote across it. In the middle of the room is a table with different snacks and drinks. " Babe you didn't have to do this or us." "Yeah well we wanted to. You're our friends and we are proud of you guys." I hug him while holding his face kissing him. " I love you. " I love you too" " hey lovebirds come hang out with us." Reggie butts in.

We all sit around for the next few hours playing games talking about music and filling up on junk food " hey darcie come here." She walks over to me sipping on her Capri sun like its Don Perignon. "What's up?" " I think I wanna play the song." darcie smiles. " Great I'll go tell the girls." "Thank you you're the best." I hug her before she runs off to get the girls. " You having fun?" Luke wraps his arm around my shoulder "yeah I am. Again you didn't have to do this. " Babe you guys literally played one of the biggest shows of your career. You're closer to playing the orpheum than we are." He laughs. "Maybe." "Y/N" come here." Natalie pulls my hand dragging me to over to the boys' instruments.

I walk up to the microphone stand adjusting it to my height. " Boys if we can have your attention wed like to play a special song. " The boys sit down to watch us. Like looks at me with love filled eyes. Yazmin starts in on the drums as I sing.

"Can't count the years on one hand

That we've been together

I need the other one to hold you

Make you feel, make you feel better

It's not a walk in the park

To love each other

But when our fingers interlock,

Can't deny, can't deny you're worth it

Cause after all this time I'm still into you"

I smile as I grab the mic off the stand dancing around.

"I should be over all the butterflies

But I'm into you (I'm into you)

And baby even on our worst nights

I'm into you (I'm into you)

Let 'em wonder how we got this far

Cause I don't really need to wonder at all

Yeah, after all this time I'm still into you"

I continue dancing as the look of love grows in Luke's eyes.

" Recount the night that

I first met your mother

And on the drive back to my house

I told you that, I told you that I loved ya"

* FLASHBACK *

I still remember the first night met Emily. She was so welcoming and so sweet. Her and I got along so well we baked cookies after dinner. When Luke took me home sat in the car thinking about how in love with him I truly was. "I love you Luke." Luke braked and pulled off to the side of the road. " What?" " I love you Luke Patterson." He took one last look at me before kissing me. " I love you too" Ever since we've grown more in love with each other day by day.

* FLASHBACK OVER*

"You felt the weight of the world

Fall off your shoulder

And to your favorite song

We sang along to the start of forever

And after all this time I'm still into you"

I sang the chorus once more as I jump and dance around feeling the happiness of the song.

" Well, some things just,

some things just make sense

And one of those is you and I

Some things just,some things

just make sense And even after all this time"

I make my way over to Luke standing in front of him.

" I'm into you and baby not a day

Goes by that I'm not into you."

I pull Luke up off the couch to sing the chorus with me our voices mixing together in the perfect harmony.

" I'm still into you."

We finish the song looking into each others eyes forheads pressed together. " I love you." We say in unison laughing before kissing. As we pull away our friend clap for us making me giggle. " That song was incredible." " Thank you. And thank you again for being the incredible inspiration"

AUTHOR SPEAKS:

Thank you for reading. I really appreciate those of you who read my stories and interact with my post. I hope those of you who read this story enjoyed it. The song that helped me write this story was still into you by Paramore. As always my requests are always open so feel free to leave suggestions.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Good afternoon! Would be able to write something for Dream? Maybe where he sees his girlfriend/lover in workout gear for the first time and is completely mesmerised by the sight, and can't help flirting with her.

Da Bootie

Dream of the Endless x Reader

Summary: "I don't want to be strong like man who look pretty, I want to be strong like bitch who fight bear in forest."

Word Count: >900

Warnings: fem!reader, some suggestive content, fluff, etc.

A/N: GIRL YOU AND I HAVE THE SAME BRAIN I HAVE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THIS SO BAD LETS GO LETS GO LETS GO. i have a theory my nonnies are just me from alternate realities, which would make so much sense considering some of the reqs i get that are like so good and so my style omg. also i realized it's so hard to write exercising so i just made it meme-y Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

I jolted and let out a gasp when I turned around and saw the unexpected face of my boyfriend. I break into a soft smile, "hi."

Dream leans in and places a chaste kiss on my lips, wordlessly walking off to sit on my couch.

Albeit his uninvited visits were normal and not unwelcomed, I couldn't help but wonder still why he was so randomly here without notice.

"Baby," I call as he sits himself down, "can I get you anything?"

Dream smiles, "I'm fine, thank you."

I give him a look as I walk over. Once I am close enough, he leans back and spreads his thighs, patiently awaiting me to take my throne. I snort when stop in front of him. Dream grabs one of my thighs and yanks me onto him.

I fall with a chuckle, body instinctively curling and leaning into him, perfectly snug.

"Hi," I mutter against his shoulder. He turns down to me, brushing his nose against mine, "hello, my love."

When I turn my face away to avoid his kiss, he pulls back and furrows his eyebrows. I raise one of my own and rebut, "you get a kiss if you tell me why you're here."

He's twice as offended, "must I have a explicit reason to want to be in your presence?"

"Sweet," I smile, "but I know better than that."

I lean in and press a deep kiss on his lips. Once he begins to readjust me on his lap, I pull away, "yeah, well, I'm going to be working out, so I can't really attend to your needs right now."

Dream watches as I set up in front of him. He relaxes back on his seat. Once I have everything ready, I turn over my shoulder and narrow my eyes at him. I catch that his line of sight was unabashedly on my butt and thighs. I roll my eyes as I chuckle, "that's why you're here aren't you?"

He doesn't reply to me.

I cross my arms, "Dream."

Still, nothing.

"Dream!" I call as I stomp in his direction.

He turns to me, shoulders tensing, eyes widening, "yes, my love?"

I shake my head, "you better not try to touch me."

He lets out a hmp, "must you be so cruel?"

Now for everyone's favorite segment: Dream's reactions to exercise moves!

Dream's reactions to squats I release a deep breath as I bent down and straightened back up. I had dumbbells on each of my hand as I did my reps for extra challenge. I look over to my side and watch as Dream's eyes take in my movements like a cat watching his prey. "Like what you see big boy?" "Yes, you have very strong thighs." "Why thank you." "I should like to be in between them."

Dream's reactions to push ups I lock my arms on a plank stance when I hear my name get called. "This move makes me recall a scene in a movie that you watched?" I release a huff, turning to him, "what movie?" I continue my pushups. There is a sound of sand trickling. The next thing I know Dream is beneath me. "The fuc-" "Hello, my love." "Go away." "Is it not more motivating to have me underneath you?" "It's really no-" He puckers his lips out. "... what are you doing?" "... making it easier for you to kiss me."

Dream's reactions to jumping jacks Jumping jacks were always a chore, especially since all my assests jiggled case of the impact. It was a pain. Yet, the sight of this annoying jiggling enticed Dream so. And now that I was out of breath and growing increasingly tired, I shot him a dirty look. He was too distracted by the sound of my panting to even notice. I snap at him when he licks his lips, "get your head out of the gutter." He does not hear me. "Dream!" He turns to me, sheepish, "what was that, my love?" I groan in annoyance.

Dream's reactions to lifting dumbbells I inhaled slowly every time I lifted the weights and exhaled deeply as I carefully brought it down. I averted my attentions to my arms as they flexed, watching as the muscle constricted. I grit my teeth in moments I felt the burn. "Choke me." My head snaps to Dream as I curl my weights, "what?" "I want you to choke me with your arms," he stands from the sofa. I let out a chuckle as I raise my brows, "that makes two of us." "No, but you cannot choke yourself with your arms." "That's not what I meant." "But that was what I meant." I roll my eyes at him, "sit down." He does so with not another word.

And finally Dream's reactions to sweat My chest was rising and falling quickly as I caught my breath. I wipe my brow and my forehead with my arm as I pace around the room to catch my breath. I lift my shirt and wipe my face with it. Dream catches sight of my stomach and stiffens. H licks his lips, "would you like for me to get you a towel? "No, I'm fine, thanks, love." He raises his hand. Once I notice, I give him a questioning look. "I could be your towel." "What the fuck." He stands from the sofa again, "I do not want-" "Sit down." He sits down with not another word. I shake my head and stop in my tracks when he calls my name out, "can I at least join you in the shower later?" "..." "..." "..." "... please?" "Take your clothes off." Dream does not waste another second.

[softly-potter]

One of Your Girls

Summary: Ruby goes to celebrate Weiss's birthday, and comes to regret it.

Inspired 'One of Your Girls' by Troye Sivan

Pairing: Ruby X Weiss

Word Count: 1,169

Warning: none

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“No you don’t get it, I hate liquor.” Ruby huffs, trying her hardest not to roll her eyes. 

But it’s hard when Weiss is giving her that face. 

“But… it’s my birthday.” The princess pouts and Ruby's stomach clenches. 

Everyone who was anyone had showed up to Weiss’ birthday, and against her better judgment, Ruby had as well. It wasn’t that she disliked parties, she just… didn’t like them either. 

“Everybody loves you,” Ruby says with a smile, a genuine one. Most of her smiles are genuine when Weiss is the one receiving them. “I’m sure someone here would take a shot with you, okay? Someone that actually likes to drink.”

Weiss crinkles her nose a bit as she gazes around. Her eyes are glassy, no doubt from birthday shots she’s already taken, and she places a chin in her hand, eyes boring into Rubys. 

“You’re no fun.” Weiss complains and Ruby shrugs, holding up the beer in her hand. 

“I like to remember my nights.” She replies, and her shoulders dip as Blake strides beside her, arm draped in a friendly embrace. Blake focuses her attention on Weiss, grinning. 

“Weiss, you look amazing!” Blake gushes, and Ruby nods in agreement. 

“Amazing is an understatement.” She says into the lip of her beer, and Weiss sits up. 

“What?” Blake and Weiss are staring at her, and Ruby's cheeks are scarlet. 

“I just,” she inhales. “She’s right. You should trademark your face.” 

Ruby ignores the snicker that comes from Blake, and Weiss beams. “Why thank you,” She says drunkenly. “Does that mean you’ll take shots with me now?”

Before Ruby can answer Blake is nodding enthusiastically, and Weiss stands, a bit shakily, to grab them glasses. 

Blake watches Weiss retreat, and turns to give Ruby a look. “‘You should trademark your face’?” She laughs. “Where did you pick that line up from?”

Ruby groans, drags a hand down her face. “I’m running around in circles just to be around her, do you really think I have any good pick up lines?”

“True,” Blake replies, taking a sip from her glass. “But she’s dating someone.”

The remark makes Ruby bite the inside of her cheek. She leans forward just a bit, dropping her voice an octave. “Bet nobody wants her as badly as I do.”

Blake’s eyes grow a bit wide and she grins. “Ruby I am inclined to say you’re a little intoxicated because I’ve never heard something like that come out of your mouth.”

Before Ruby can respond, Weiss is placing 6 small glasses in-front of them, a childish grin on her face. “Shot time!”

It isn’t until all the glasses are empty that he finally makes an appearance. 

“My birthday girl.” Neptune says with admiration, and Ruby jumps when he playfully slaps Weiss on the butt. Weiss giggles, leaning into him and Ruby turns away. 

She can’t watch, she never could. 

“I got Ruby to take shots!” Weiss squeals, and Blake clears her throat as Ruby turns back around, smiling thinly. Neptune raises a surprised brow, and nods. 

“I never took you for a shots girl.” He jabs, and Ruby shrugs. 

“Anything for the birthday girl.” She says, and Weiss claps. 

“Agreed!” Neptune laughs, and kisses Weiss on the cheek. “Speaking of, I’m gonna grab another round.”

It’s three rounds later that Blake grabs Ruby’s elbow warningly. “You should maybe slow down.” She whispers, but Weiss is laughing, and Ruby's heart doesn’t ache so bad for once as she sees the princess with her future prince, and she shrugs Blake’s hand off.

“God I need some water,” Neptune says and his words are slurred as he stands. Weiss nods, and her lips are damp as she asks him to grab her one too. Her hand is on his arm too long, her gaze too intense on his face and Ruby suddenly needs air. She stands, ignores Blake’s call and Weiss’ confused face and makes her way outside. 

It’s chilly, but she feels warm, loosening her collar as she side steps another couple, and leans against the brick wall of the bar. Taking a deep breath, she blows it out slowly, watching her warm breath hit the cold air and wishing she could make her thoughts disappear just as easily. 

“Ruby?” 

Ruby considers not answering her for a moment but then again… it’s Weiss.

The girl lets the door bang behind her, walking carefully over to Ruby, seemingly unfazed by the cold.

“Hey princess.” Ruby says quietly, tucking her hands in her pockets to keep her fingers from reaching out to her. 

“You okay?” Weiss asks, her glassy eyes concerned. “Feeling sick? I know we drank a lot and that’s… mostly my fault.”

Ruby grins a bit, nodding. “Definitely your fault.”

Weiss huffs but grins too, leaning beside the wall. “Well you can always say no, y’know.”

“No I can’t.” Ruby says too quickly, and she shuffles. “I just mean, it’s your birthday. What you say goes.”

Weiss’ grin grows a bit, and she dips her chin to catch Ruby’s eyes. “I think you’ve given me too much power. It might go to my head.”

Ruby shrugs helplessly. “Guess we’re all just at your beckon call.”

“So what, I can just give you a call whenever?” Weiss laughs, glassy eyes shining. 

Ruby nods, and she knows she’s drunk, knows she should stop herself, but she just can’t, not when Weiss is this close, her perfume clouding Ruby’s senses even more. “Give me a call if you ever get… I dunno, lonely, happy, sad? I’ll be like one of your girls or your friends, no judgment.” Ruby says, digs her fingers deeper into her denim. “Say what you want and I’ll keep it a secret.”

Weiss is quiet. The silence drags on and Ruby looks up, tilting her head a little. 

“You really mean that don’t you.” Weiss says softly. She’s picking at her index finger and Ruby nods. 

Weiss sucks in a breath. “Why?”

Ruby shifts. Her toes are cold, and the blood is thrumming in her ears, from the nerves or the chill she can’t tell. She opens her mouth, opting to continue being honest. 

“Never mind.” Weiss says quickly, cutting her off. Ruby looks at her mutely, and Weiss shakes her head. “I… for the sake of… everything… never mind.”

Weiss pushes herself off the wall, standing stiffly and blinks a few times, as if clearing the last 5 minutes from her memory. She smiles, but it’s thin. 

“Come back inside when you’re ready, okay?” She says. Her voice is higher now, and there’s a faint tint of pink to her cheeks. Ruby says nothing, just stares at her, until Weiss walks back into the bar. The music blares when she opens the door, and becomes quiet once more when it closes behind her, leaving Ruby in the cold, alone.

“Because you have the key to my heart.” Ruby whispers aloud, to no one in particular, and blinks away the desperate tears clawing at her eyes.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Eddie's girl

@saramelaniemoon

Quick Summary; When Eddie encourages yn to wear a black dress he's never see her in to a party she attracts a lot of attention.

Specifically, Jason Carver's attention which Eddie does not like one bit.

Warnings; Protective Eddie, fluff, insecurity, Eddie is a sweetheart. Friends to lovers.

Pairings; Eddie Munson x Plus size reader.

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Eddie was hanging out at hers, guitar in hand, and eager to teach her how to play some of her favorite tunes.

After that, they were planning to go out and get some ice cream so she was trying to find something to wear.

Eddie glances at an outfit she pulls out and his eyes widen.

"Uh... Sweetheart? Why have you never worn that before?" he points to the gorgeous, right black dress that she bought on a whim one time while out shopping.

Then the confidence she had to buy it vanished completely as she thought about the fact that it would cling to her soft belly and thick thighs.

For year's she had a love-hate relationship with her body and couldn't help sometimes but compare herself to other girls.

Girls who had toned stomachs, slim girls.

It wasn't all the time. Sometimes she absolutely loved her body and didn't give a shit what anyone thought.

But she was only human so insecurities would soon creep into her thoughts.

"Oh, I want to lose a little weight first. I wouldn't feel very comfortable in it" he stares at her for a minute then looks back to the dress then her.

"I think you would look fucking metal in it, sweetheart, you should wear it to the party this weekend" his compliment makes her heart skip a beat.

Maybe she would, maybe she would surprise everyone including herself, and have the courage to put it on.

💖💖

Saturday finally arrived and she had on the dress Nancy helped her with her make up while Robin was getting ready.

She was torn between thinking she looked hot to constantly checking whether the dress clung to her stomach or made her butt look big and felt a little bit of anxiety in her belly.

Nancy soothed her immediately.

"Stop, you look beautiful. That dress is amazing" she relaxes a little and waits for Robin to join them.

Eddie and Steve are meeting them outside, Steve was taking Robin and Nancy to the party and she was getting a ride of Eddie.

Feeling nervous she heads downstairs with Robin and Nancy.

As soon as Eddie sees her his mouth drops and he stammers.

"Shit... You look beautiful sweetheart" she feels all the butterflies in her stomach when he looks at her and hopes to for that this party is going to be fun.

She takes his hand and he leads her out to his van.

💖💖

The party was very lively and Eddie was nursing a beer feeling jealousy burn in his gut as he watched a few guys notice yn.

She looked so gorgeous, a goddess and he was under her spell. Well if he was being honest he adored her anyway and thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world so she could wear a bin bag and would still look stunning to him.

The dudes looking at her were practically drooling and he growls glaring at them.

Nothing can prepare him for when Jason sidles up to her and starts to lay on his charm thickly.

The thought of Jason anywhere near her makes his stomach sour. He can't let that asshole's slimy hands go near her.

Jason leans closer to her and she looks so uncomfy and steps back. That propels Eddie into action and he storms over and yn brightens and cuddles into him.

"Hey, princess you okay?" he asks her and Jason sneers.

"Munson. What are you doing here freak?" Eddie looks at him with utter loathing.

"Talking to my girl" he snaps and he feels yn smile into his chest.

"Your girl" Jason scoffs and Eddie gently moves her away and stalks up to Jason who covers just a little.

"Am I not being clear enough? Fuck off douchebag" that gets Jason's ass moving and he scarpers.

Eddie feels a gentle tug on his jacket and yn is peering up at him with a smile on her face.

"You called me your girl" shit he didn't he? He clears his throat.

"Shit... uh, yeah I did look sweetheart I... " she kisses him, and his brain short circuits. The girl of his dreams is kissing him and he pulls her flush against his chest and kisses her back with equal fervor.

"I've always been your girl Eddie always," she tells him and he feels like all his dreams are coming true.

"So uh wanna ditch this shit and go back to mine?" he asks her and that receives a very enthusiastic response.

"Wait a minute... It would be a shame for this dress to go to waste" she grins and bats her eyes at him which causes all his blood to go to his dick and he groans.

"Princess, I plan to have that dress on my bedroom floor and you in my bed at my mercy how does that sound?" her eyes light up.

"Sounds perfect Munson" she walks out leading the way and he follows.

Tonight was going to be a great one ;)

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