#And thank God I never got involved with drugs or anything

[irkimatsu]

I love your Husk works! Could you please write one where fem!reader gets along with everyone and Husk doesn't even realize that he's catching feelings, but maybe on a night out with everyone, someone comes up and starts heavily flirting with her. Ends with confessions and sugary sweet tooth rotting fluff please. 😍

God damn, anon, do you have any idea how hard it is to wring a confession out of this man? I was going along at a steady pace and then I got stuck for hours! I genuinely hope you like slowburn, because Husk doesn't go from zero-to-love easily. I think he's gotten a nice start here, though. It's definitely fluffy!

Husk/Fem!Reader starting a relationship. Mentions of drinking and attempted sexual assault that Husk interrupts before things get too heavy. SFW, 2.8k words. Enjoy! I hope this is what you had in mind, anon! Thank you so much for reading my works!

Your first few months staying at the Hazbin Hotel have gone quite smoothly; as smoothly as anything there can ever go, anyway. Charlie took an instant liking to you - she takes an instant liking to everyone, so it’s nothing special, but still. She can be a bit overbearing, but you know she means well, and she’s grateful to have someone who doesn’t immediately write off her trust exercises from the start.

Still, after all the sharing circles and art therapy, you occasionally find yourself craving more “adult” fun, and that’s where Angel and Cherri come in. It’s not that you don’t want to be redeemed, but what could be so sinful about enjoying yourself a little? You’re not doing anything dangerous or drastic, no drugs and no getting involved with the wrong people; you’re just having fun drinking, dancing, maybe smashing up some abandoned property if the opportunity strikes. Charlie can’t get mad at destruction if no one cares about the thing you just blew up, right?

The bartender, Husk, isn’t nearly as keen on those nights on the town, but you’ve still managed to bond with him on nights where you prefer to stay in. He’s a surprisingly good listener underneath his gruff exterior. (Perhaps too good of a listener; you hope he keeps ignoring whatever bullshit you might have spouted off after one too many of his cocktails.) He also has plenty of stories of his own, mostly from the time he spent alive. When you could get him talking, he’d weave incredible tales of nightlife, both from his home city in Las Vegas and all the other places he’d visited in his life. He seemed especially wistful when talking about a woman he knew back then. He could talk for hours about all the famous sites he was able to take her to, all the songs he would sing for her, and all the starry skies he’d dance with her under.

“It’s not like I blame her for leaving. I’m the one who screwed it up. But being in love… it was nice while it lasted.”

You try to encourage him with the hope that he could fall in love again, but he shakes his head with a bitter smile.

“I lost the ability to love years ago.”

—-

Your friendship with Angel and Cherri is so different compared to your friendship with Husk, so it took a few months before you could have a night out with all three of them. Charlie is once again less enthused about the idea of you four going out to party, but you promise to be relatively well behaved.

You promise, anyway. You can’t make promises for Angel’s sake, and as much as you love her, you know better than to have any faith in Cherri.

You’re surprised Husk agreed to come to a sex club at all. He never seemed like the type to be into that sort of thing. You’re less surprised to see that he has no intention of flirting with anyone and is instead perfectly happy to sit by the wall and knock back shots as quickly as the bartender can pour them.

Couldn’t he drink himself stupid back at the hotel, though? Why did he even come?

Is it just you, or has he been watching you the whole night?

The hours tick by, and you, Angel, and Cherri become progressively more wasted. Angel is currently hanging off of a muscular bull demon - damn, good for him - while Cherri tells you about another resident who used to stay at the hotel before he tragically lost his life during the last extermination.

“He was such a fucking idiot that it was charming, ya know? God damn I should have gotten to know him better when he was still around! I heard this rumor about him and never even got to find out if it was true!”

As she speaks, Cherri catches sight of a cobra demon who is currently chatting up a cluster of punk girls.

“Well, damn… maybe I’ll get to find out tonight. Don’t wait around for me, I’ll find my way back!”

With that announcement, Cherri is gone, leaving only you and Husk with about a dozen bar stools between you. He’s definitely keeping an eye on you; there’s still liquid in his glass, and  he’s watching you instead of guzzling it.

What’s his deal? If he wants to spend the night with you, why doesn’t he just come over here? You decide not to go over there yourself; no sense in rewarding him if he’s playing mind games.

You instead turn your attention to a handsome wolf demon who has taken Cherri’s seat. “Drinking all alone, love?” he says, his deep voice smooth as butter. Right away this man gives you the air of a natural-born charmer who can win anyone’s trust within seconds, only to break their hearts within hours.

He’s hot, and you’re drunk. You’ll let him break your heart a little.

Your conversation starts normally enough, with low stakes topics like the music and the drink selection in the bar. You’re in no hurry to tell this man anything personal or leave this spot with him, but you’re enjoying looking at him and hearing him enough that you don’t mind being a bit of entertainment.

He bumps your knee with his at one point, but you pull your own knee away. At first he seems to take the hint, and time passes without any more advances.

Soon, however, he grows more bold.

“Why don’t we go somewhere else, baby?” he asks as he lightly squeezes your thigh. “Somewhere more private?”

“No thanks,” you say as you jerk your leg away, though the motion doesn’t make him let go. “I’m fine talking here.”

“You know this is a sex club, don’t you?” he says. His smile and voice haven’t changed, but somehow he seems much slimier than he did five minutes ago, and the strong paw gripping your leg that seemed so enticing in your head feels suffocating in reality.

“I’m not here for that, I’m just hanging out with friends-” You try to leave the stool, but the man throws his arm around your shoulders and pulls you in.

“Come on, babe! What did you think I was after by chatting you up like this? You’re not gonna leave me hanging, are you?” He’s holding you closely enough that his hot breath is hitting your face, and the stench of his cologne is making you gag. “C’mon, baby, I’ll show you a good time. You won’t regret this-”

“She said no.” Husk had somehow snuck his way to your side without you noticing, and was now glaring daggers at your pursuer. “Back off.”

“Who are you, her grandpa?” the wolf laughs, refusing to unhand you. “Or just a nasty old man who likes ‘em young?”

Your captor’s laughter is quickly interrupted by a high-pitched howl. His face is now adorned with four jagged, bleeding lines.

“What the fuck, old man?” he yells as he unhands you. Just as quickly as you’re unhanded, you’re grabbed again, this time by Husk grabbing your waist and pulling you away.

“I knew I fucking hated this place,” he growls. “Where are Cherri and Angel?”

You have no idea, but your first guess has you looking toward the sex rooms in the back of the club.

“Jesus Christ… they’ll find their own way home. Come on, we’re going back to the hotel.”

You don’t appreciate being dragged out of the club like a misbehaving child, but as the alcohol clouds your thinking, you can’t quite formulate a protest.

Considering how pissed off your admirer must be right now, maybe it’s for the best that you don’t stay.

—

The walk back to the hotel is blurry; if Husk had anything to say to you besides pissed off obscenities muttered beneath his breath, you don’t remember it. Your next memory finds you laying on the couch in the lobby, your head aching from a combination of a hangover and the time spent laying on the couch’s arm with your neck at a weird angle.

“What time is it…?” you murmur as your eyes try to adjust.

“About noon,” answers Husk from the bar. 

As you continue to look around the lobby, he appears to be the only one here. “Where is everyone?” you ask through a yawn.

“Angel and Cherri still aren’t back, but I’m sure they’re fine. Charlie and Vaggie left to give you some quiet. Alastor and Niffty…” Husk shrugs after their names, then falls silent.

You groan as you push yourself into a sitting position, one that has you facing Husk. He doesn’t appear to have anything to do, and is instead standing with his chin resting on his crossed arms atop the bar. An awkward silence falls between the two of you, giving you plenty of time to observe Husk’s body language, particularly the way his tail is lashing behind him while his ear gives the occasional twitch.

He is not in a good mood.

“Are you okay?” you ask. Your well-meaning question only seems to piss him off further; he answers not with a word, but with a growl. “Is this about last night?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he insists.

“I’m sorry I caused you trouble…”

“Wasn’t your fault.” His tail lashes even harder. “Just don’t worry about it, all right?”

You’re going to keep worrying about it until he stops looking so on edge.

“Thanks for getting me away from that guy last night,” you say, just in case you didn’t thank him in your drunken haze.

“Hey, it’s what a good bartender does. When you see someone starting shit with another patron, even if it’s not your bar, you take care of the problem. That fucker had no right to put his hands on you after you told him to cut it out.”

He may be gruff, but at least he has standards.

“Can’t believe Cherri and Angel left you alone in there… those two better not take you to anymore fucking sex clubs, you don’t need to be around shit like that…”

“I’m a grown adult,” you protest. “I didn’t want to sleep with that guy, but if I did want to get with someone at that club, that’s my business.”

Husk’s eyes widen for a moment, before he returns to his original dour expression. “Yeah… guess you’re right.”

“And what about you? You didn’t look interested in picking up anyone last night. Why’d you even come?”

“How do you know I wasn’t interested?” he shoots back. “Maybe I was interested in someone! Maybe I just… didn’t have the balls to go for it.” He stands up straight and shakes his head. “Look, can we drop this? Hang out in sex clubs if you want, I don’t fuckin’ care.”

He’s speaking with the tone of voice of someone who very much cares.

“I’m done with ‘em, though. You’re right, you’re an adult, you don’t need me hanging around like some fuckin’ guardian angel.” He pours a glass of clear liquid, and you expect him to down it himself, but he instead steps out from behind the bar still holding the full glass. “I overreacted last night. Shouldn’t have made it your fuckin’ problem.” He approaches the couch, takes a seat, and offers you the glass. “Here, one last favor. Drink this and I’ll get off your ass.”

You take the cup, wondering if for some ungodly reason he’s trying to get you to down straight vodka.

“Why are you looking at me like that? It’s water. That headache’s only gonna get worse if you’re dehydrated.”

You take a sip of the water, and after only a few swallows you’re already regaining a bit of your desire to live. “Thanks,” you say before taking another large gulp.

“No problem,” he responds. You expect him to return to the bar, but he remains next to you on the couch. His body language has gotten no less agitated. What is going on with him?

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you doting on Angel or Cherri like this,” you observe before finishing the glass.

“They’re used to it, and they’ve got each other,” he says as he takes the glass from you. “You want some more?”

You shake your head, and he remains seated with the glass.

“You, though… I don’t know, something about that guy just pissed me off,” he says. “Even before he started touching you I didn’t like him. Bartender’s intuition, maybe? I’m still not over the awful feeling he gave me.” He sighs heavily. “I just… hate the idea of seeing you get hurt in a place like that. I know Angel and Cherri can take care of themselves, but you’ve never seemed as wild as they do, so I wasn’t sure…”

“Is that why you were watching me the whole night?” you asked.

Husk’s body jolts. “Shit, you noticed?”

“I kept looking over there wondering if you’d ever move from that spot, and if you weren’t actively drinking you were staring at me,” you said. “You weren’t subtle.”

Husk groans as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Sorry. I know you’re capable. I was just…”

“You weren’t there because you were interested in someone at all, were you?”

“I never said I wasn’t. I mean it when I said I just didn’t have the balls to say anything to ‘em. Instead, I just wondered… what I’d do if someone else asked ‘em. Knowing it’d be my own damn fault for not speaking up sooner. Trying to tell myself it wasn’t that big a deal if they went with someone else… until someone started flirting with ‘em, and touchin’ ‘em, and-” His body tenses as he growls, but relaxes after a moment. “Damn it, I haven’t had to do this in years...”

“Done what?”

“You know what I said about losing my ability to love years ago?” He turns his head and looks directly at you for the first time since he sat down. “...I think I’m remembering how to do it again.”

Things are starting to fall into place. “And the person who helped you remember is…?”

The slightest of smiles crosses his face. “Who do you think?”

You wouldn’t have guessed it before today, but it all seems so obvious in retrospect. He’d spent so many nights with you when he could have been in bed, just chatting with you or comforting you after a bad day. You’d really grown so fond of his smile, and Angel had told you before that he used to never smile.

But surely, you thought, he couldn’t have been smiling because of you…

“What am I even saying?” he asks as he turns away from you. “You died in the prime of your life, and down here you can have that prime forever. You could do so much better than a washed up old drunk.”

“You’re not washed up,” you assure him as you place your hand over his. “I think it’s great that you got to live such a full life! You have so many stories to tell, and so many talents… I bet there’s so much you haven’t told me yet.” You try to reassure him with a smile and a light squeeze to his hand. “So much you haven’t shown me, either. You talk a lot about when you were in a band, but I’ve never gotten to hear you play…”

“I haven’t touched an instrument in years,” he says. “I bet I don’t even remember how to play anymore.”

“Well, you don’t know if you don’t try, right?”

You don’t think you’re just saying that about instruments.

“It’s been such a long time… what if I screw up?”

You don’t think he’s just talking about instruments either.

“It can’t hurt to try. Maybe… maybe you’ll enjoy it even more than you remember.”

“Hmm…” He doesn’t seem fully at ease, but he hasn’t taken his hand back yet. “If I can get my hands on a saxophone, and I really haven’t forgotten how… sure. I’ll play for you.

…you just have to give me some time, okay? I’m not used to it anymore… especially with another person…”

“Take all the time you need,” you assure him.

He turns his hand around so he can hold yours back, and his smile seems to grow slightly. “Just gotta start slow… get used to things again…”

“You’ll be fine, I know you will,” you assure him. He seems content to leave the conversation there, but there’s one more thing you need to say. “Husk?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t think I’ll be going back to that club. No point when I’m not interested in picking up dates anymore.”

He squeezes your hand. “Glad to hear it.”

[sfheavenlyhumanity]

She was wearing the halo of a dead cherub.

TWS:

-Child abuse

-Vomit

-Religious delusions

-Mention of drugging, related to first tw.

Recurring Characters involved:

Cats Cradle/C-003

Her/The Caretaker

Charles

The Archangel/ The Janitor

The light of the active labs was painfully bright, it was always painfully bright, it was worse today, tonight, it was worse. It was always worse, it never got better, it hurt.

“Subject C-003, answer the question.”

The question? They had asked a question? No, they didn’t, they were lying, they had to be. They always lied. They never lied. They were bastions of truth, wielding a burning sword to banish or kill the impure, the unfaithful.

She sighed above it, lights framing her head in a halo. She wasn’t an angel. She was too uncaring to be an angel. She had to be something higher. Was she a Virtue? A Power? No. Something else. Something worse. The shadows were creeping in in the edges of its vision. Why was it here?

“Subject C-003, how were you able to escape your cell.”

The cell? There was no cell. There was a cradle and it was the maker.

“God damnit Charles, how hard did you hit the damn thing?”

“Regular tranq dose, ma’am.”

“... The dose for C-001, or the dose for this one?” 

She had to be a demon. There were horns on her head, the halo was broken. What had she done? She had hurt it. No kind God would do that. It would be a kind god. It was a kind god. It needed to be.

“What the hell was the kid calling himself again? I told you it was a mistake giving the lot anything outside of the requirements.”

“Cats Cradle, Ma’am. Got it from the string game-”

“I know where its from. Thank you.”

The taste of bile was familiar. It knew the taste of bile. A signifier that the God in Heaven was trying to speak to it, and that She wasn’t letting Him. It hated Her. It hated everything She did.

No. No it didn’t hate her. She just needed to see the error of her ways.

… There was vomit on the floor. Its mouth tasted of the very same. Did it throw up? It didn’t remember doing that. She just needed to let God talk to it.

“Look, it threw up. I told you, you need to pay attention to the dosages- Christ, just go get a janitor.”

The janitor was kind. It liked the janitor. The janitor was definitely an archangel.

“Hey, Cradle. I know you just threw up, but we really need to know how you got out of the cell, okay sweetie?”

Her tone scared it. It knew She wanted to hurt all of them. That it hated them.

“Unlocked.”

Her jaw clenched. It needed to move. To get away. It couldn’t. Was it restrained? It wasn’t. It wasn’t.

“.... Get back to your cell.”

It tried. It really tried to move. Its limbs didn’t respond. It couldn’t move. The shapes that made Her got sharper. She was getting closer.

“I said, get back to your cell.”

“...Can’t.”

It braced. It knew something was going to happen. Something.

“Ey, miss, you know those tranqs leave the big’uns paralyzed, let alone a littl’un like that. I can bring ‘im back after I finish cleanin, if ya’d like.”

“Fine. But be quick- I don’t want my lab reeking of that failures vomit.”

“Yeah, don’ even worry about it.”

It couldn’t stay awake. The lab was fading out. It didn’t want to be here.

At least one of its archangels was here.

[1rsoldiersince2012]

Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Words: 2651 (chapter 32)

Summary:

You and Matt met in the courtroom. Now, you may think that Matt was a knight in shining armour and defended you in the name of all United States laws, but that was not the case. Matt was totally destroying your client, and you wanted to tear him into pieces right then and right there, because with Murdock as your rival, your head is on the firm's plate with each case. Did Matt care? No, he only cared about bringing justice, he was a human-machine, driven by the need to bring righteousness no matter the cost. Or was he just that? What happens when you get involved in Fisk's business and Daredevil's lies against your will?

32. Better If You Do

Stick slightly nudges Matt with his foot, "Are you gonna lie there all night or get up off your ass? Jesus, kid. I'm gone five minutes, you turn this place into a shit show."

Matt grunts, still on the ground,  and scoffs loudly. "You've been gone 20 years. What are you doing back in my city?"

"Your city? Hell's Kitchen hates your guts. They have you pegged as a cop killer and some kind of mad bomber."

Matt internally scoffs again, knowing that Stick is aware of it, "Yeah, I'm taking care of it."

"An old guy just lit you up. You ain't taking care of shit."

"Why are you here?" Matt finally stands up, touching the tazed place.

"To save you and everyone in the Kitchen from a horrible death." Stick scoffs to himself, "More or less."

*** 

Karen sighs, looking at Ben sitting next to her at the dock. "Paper trail on Union Allied's a bust. Whoever's pulling the strings busted up the one big corporation into a bunch of little ones."

"It's an old game. Spread the records far and wide, discourage investigation." Ben replies dryly.

"God. I mean, it's like... It's like trying to straighten out a bowl of spaghetti." Karen sighs once more.

"Well, you could always let it go." He takes a sip of the already lukewarm coffee.

Karen throws him a glance, "Not gonna happen. I already told you that."

"Stop complaining. This is the job. Researching, gathering facts. It's long and boring and complicated, and half the time you still come up empty."

"Well, you're just a little ray of sunshine." Karen scoffs. "What'd you find?"

"Bits and pieces. Yakuza."

"Wait, the Japanese mafia?" Karen looks taken back for a while.

"Triads, too. Drugs, I think. Then there's the bombings that took out the Russians." Ben looks out of the window in thought.

"And you think it's all connected to Union Allied?"

"Doesn't matter what I think. Only matters what I can prove."

"Wait, what about the cops that got shot? I mean, you really think that was the guy in the mask?"

"I was standing right next to one of them when it happened. Detective named Blake. Didn't like each other very much. Did what I could. If he comes out of a coma, maybe maybe he'll thank me, tell me what really happened out there. Till then the man in the mask pops up do me a favor, run the other way."

"He saved my life, Ben." Karen says strongly, as if believing the Devil of Hell's Kitchen would solve all of the city's problems.

"How do you know he wasn't there just to, um hurt somebody else?"

"I... I never never thought about it like that." Karen knits her eyebrows in deep thought.

"My experience there are no heroes, no villains. Just people with different agendas." Ben looks at her almost apologetically.

"So... if we can connect the tenements, and the shootings, and Union Allied that something you'd take to your editor?"

 Ben chuckles, "Yeah. But, uh, I think it's a long shot."

"Well, I was a mean three-point shooter on my high school basketball team. I like the long shots." Karen smiles, but doesn't receive the same reaction from Urich.

"This isn't a game, Karen."

"I... I know that." She stutters a bit.

"Anything happens to you it's gonna be on me, and, uh I don't want to be responsible for that. I can't."

"I'll be okay. They're not gonna win." Karen assures Ben and leaves his car, hurrying into the night.

***  

"What a shithole." Stick drops his bag onto the floor of Matt's living room.

"You have any idea what I pay in rent?"

"Expensive shithole" Stick stills for a moment, then sniffs a couple of times. "Were you with a woman?"

"That's none of your business."

"Is she coming here?"

Matt suddenly wishes that you were here so he could kick Stick out and just fall into your embrace. "Never." One word leaves his mouth, hesitant, unsure, filled with hidden remorse.

Stick fails to catch the sadness undertone and starts walking around the room. "Good."

"You got a warped perspective on the whole good/bad thing, you know that?"  

"Women are a distraction." Stick slightly kicks the leg of the sofa, "Just like furniture, apartments... Whoa." He rubs his fingers in the air as if he was touching the material. "Silk sheets."

"Cotton feels like sandpaper on my skin." Matt sighs gently.

"You'd be better off sleeping on real sandpaper than surrounding yourself with all this bullshit."

"This is my life and I made something of it, without you. That's the part that really pisses you off, isn't it?" 

"No, Matty. No, I'm proud of you, I really am. The things you've done, what you've made of yourself, but this is... Surrounding yourself with soft stuff isn't life, it's death. Someday those silk sheets are gonna crawl up behind you, wrap themselves around your throat and choke you to death. You're a warrior." 

"Yeah, that's not all I am." 

"A warrior, heir to the Spartans, baddest of the bad-asses. They knew what they had to do and they did it."

"And what was that?" Matt starts walking towards Stick, yet the latter feels no intimidation.

"Cut it loose, all of it. Cut yourself free from the women, the comforts, the fancy job."

Matt laughs under his breath, "The job's not that fancy."

"Do you have friends? People you care about?"

"Yeah."

"Cut 'em loose, for their sake. Break their hearts if you have to, just do it quick."

"I'm not gonna do that."

"Then they will suffer and you will die. Relationships are a luxury men like you and me can't afford."

"Is that why you left? Huh? To protect me?" Matt takes a step closer to Stick.

"I had my reasons."

"I was a kid." Matt says, barely above whisper.

"You still are. 'Boo-hoo. Stick left me. Think I'll bury my sorrows between the legs of a supermodel.'" Stick mocks with a sickening grin on his face, the one that Matt would gladly wipe off without hesitation.

"Don't push it, Stick."

"Or what? I'm trying to teach you how to stay alive. Christ, you're worse than your old man. Born to lose Battlin' Jack. At least your daddy got paid when he hit the floor." Stick bites and Matt finally loses control, hitting him hard in the chest.

Stick starts laughing when his body hits the floor but he doesn't hurry to get up.

"I've learned a lot since you've been gone." 

"Like what?" Stick gets up with an ease, standing in front of Matt again.

"You're a dick."

"That's true. You got any beer?'

Matt chuckles under his breath, "Yeah, in the fridge."

"I'll bet it's that German piss, isn't it?" Stick's voice fades away a little when he opens the fridge.

"So you gonna tell me why you're here? Or is the suspense supposed to kill me?"

"It's the war, Matty. Never-ending war."

"With who? You never got around to that part."

"Now, the Japanese, mostly. Look, I don't want you tearing up Hell's Kitchen going after the yakuza." Stick makes himself comfortable on one of the armchairs, sipping the beer.

"Yakuza?"

Low chuckle shakes Stick's chest, "You don't know what's going on in your own backyard. The guy that was yappin' with that old man you slapped around, he's pretty high up.He goes by a lot of names. Using Nobu this time around."

"So, Nobu, you want him so bad, why'd you let him get away back in the garage?" Matt folds his hands in a lawyer-ish manner and rests his hands on his knees.

"I don't want him. I want what's on the ship he's meeting at the docks tonight."

"Right, Owlsley was talking about that. What's Nobu bringing in? Drugs or something?" Stick didn't need any people reading techniques that he had to know that Matt's eyebrows were knitted so much that they turned into one curvy line.

"A weapon. They call it Black Sky, the bringer of shadows."

"What kind of weapon?" Matt felt that this confusion was never-ending.

"The kind you don't want in your world." Stick slowly drinks again, messing with Matt on purpose, solely for his own entertainment.

"Just say it. Say that you want my help." 

*** 

You pretend to wake up from your slumber, acting like Wesley's kiss disturbed your sleep. 

"Sleep good?" James asks upon seeing you turn to lay on your back, your head resting on his thigh.

"Wouldn't call this sleep. Just closed my eyes for a moment." You look up at him with a knowing glance, but the shy smile dancing on your lips distracts him from the obvious.

"Wanna watch something else?" He grabs the remote from the sofa and starts surfing through the channels.

"Maybe there's a game going on?" You ask, briefly turning to  look at the screen.

"What game?"

"I don't know. Any game."

"There's uh... a soccer game..." Wesley falls silent, hoping that this didn't come out as a question due to the lack of knowledge in this area.

"That'll do." You don't pull away your eyes from the screen, watching men kick the ball around the field for a minute. "Who's calling you this late?" You ask as nonchalantly as possible, hoping to throw him off the tracks. 

"Work." He says, suddenly feeling dryness in his mouth. Was he imagining, or was there a tone of jealousy in your voice?

"At this hour? What, did you forget to order paper or pencils?" You snicker at your own joke, because after all, only you and Pug understood your humor.

"No." Wesley smiles briefly, but then returns to his usual poker face expression. "It was just... Nothing important now."

"I heard 'the mask'. Are you talking about the devil of Hell's Kitchen?" You sit up and intently look at him.

Wesley takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes probably longer than necessary. He can't keep adding more lies to the ones that he has already told you. A tired "Yes" leaves his mouth, and for a moment he imagines Fisk raging on him tomorrow morning. 

"What's he doing in your firm?" 

"He's just been lurking around... Trespassing." He tries to come up with a believable lie, but for how long can he keep lying to you? You probably saw right through him.

"Why?"  You climb in his lap, taking James by surprise and cross your hands behind his neck. "Any idea?"

"No... I think he's planning something big." 

"Against?"

"The city. He's causing havoc, messing with people's perception of what's right and wrong..." 

"You think he wants to see Hell's Kitchen burn? Like with those explosions? Could he be..." You stop yourself from saying more than you're allowed to since anything involving Mrs Cardenas's  case was a private matter of the company. 

"What?" Wesley waits for your answer patiently, hoping that this is the moment when he dumps every little thing that Fisk did on Daredevil. 

"No, I'm just thinking. How could one man cause all the noise? What's his plan? I mean why is he beating up criminals like he's saving people and then goes around lurking in construction sites?" You drop your hands on your thighs, exhausted. "This makes no sense. I just... Hate the guy." You only now understand the true feelings you felt towards the vigilante. Your fear has finally turned into something bigger, something dangerous. 

"I hate him too." Wesley leans forward to kiss your jawline, but you, lost in thought, only feel a cold gust of wind.

***   

"I want you to help yourself. Nobu and his guys are in tight with Fisk. You hurt them, you hurt baldy." Stick chuckles to himself.

Matt furrows his eyebrows slightly, "You know about Fisk?"

"I know a lot of shit. This beer, for example, sucks." Stick scoffs loudly, exaggerating the fact that beer was bad more than enough.

"After all your talk about cutting friends loose, and now you need one."

"I don't need a friend.I need a soldier. Committed. Not some bleeding heart idealist hanging onto half measures."

"You don't know anything about what I'm doing here." Matt stands tall alongside his promises, determined to fulfill them.

"Kid, in war, people die. If it's not you, it's the guy next to you." Stick falls silent, slowly turning half empty bottle in his hand. "How many men have you killed protecting this city?" He asks, but deep down knows that Matt will stay silent. And he does. "You're still afraid to cross that line. Someday, it's gonna come down to you or the other guy. If it's not Fisk, somebody else. What're you gonna do then?"

"Yeah, a Russian asshole asked me the same thing recently right before he died." Matt exhales disapprovingly.

"Are you the one that put him in the ground?"

"No."

"Half measures, Matty. Ah, screw it. Ride with me tonight help me destroy Black Sky, keep it off the streets, and I promise you this Wilson Fisk will know the taste of fear the day he faces you 'cause he'll know that you kicked the guy he's afraid of right in the nuts." Stick stands still, fully relaxed, Matt finds this calmness threatening. "What do you say, kid?"

"One rule.  You don't kill anybody."

Stick theatrically raises his hand in the air, "I swear I will not kill anybody." Matt nods slightly and then Stick mutters, "Pussy."

***  "Uh, how's your head?" Karen asks using her Spanish and sits on the edge of the armchair next to Elena's hospital bed.

"I'm alive. It's enough. How much do I owe you for this?" Elena asks, trying to find her wallet in the cabinet drawer, when Karen stops her hand mid-air. 

"No, no, no, no, no. Put that away. I don't want your money." Karen argues back, taking a good look at Elena's face.

"No, I don't take charity. Besides, you risked to come here." Mrs Cardenas takes one chocolate from the box and offers others to Karen. 

"I know the nurse, and she'd kill me if she ever finds out that I have you these sugar bombs." Karen smiles mischieviously and then leans closer, "but...  you can pay me if you want with information."

"What can I tell you?"

"A lot, I hope. I'm working on a legal case." Karen lies. She only wanted to get information from Mrs Cardenas directly rather than ask you for the details, which of course, you wouldn't tell her. You didn't like sharing case matters with someone without a law degree. Also, you didn't really trust Karen much after that auction incident.

"Oh, yes, yes with the handsome lawyer." Cardenas smiles.

"Yeah, um, Matt." 

Elena laughs, "No, Mr. Foggy." 

"Oh." Karen somewhat loses the joy that she previously felt. "You think Foggy is handsome?" And laughs awkwardly.

"Claro que si! I see the way he looks at you. Never is a man more good looking than when he is in love."

It takes a moment for Karen to finally grasp the true meaning of these words. "Oh, Christ."

"Oh, I'm sorry." 

"Moving on, um... I'm trying to make a connection between a construction company and the repairman that did this to your apartment."

"Why don't you ask Mr. Tully? He sent them."

"I can't get a hold of him. His lawyers say he's on vacation." Karen says with disappointment. Tully lawyered up immediately after your visit this morning, although it wasn't clear if he was on vacation or hiding somewhere from the fist of justice.

"I live like this and that fat shit is lying on a beach? Ugh. Oh. Excuse me." Cardenas exclaims and takes another chocolate.

"No, no. I think it's pretty damn appropriate in this case. Do you have papers from the repairs? Receipts? Anything you had to sign?"

"No, I'm sorry. I just called Mr. Tully, and he sent them over."

"Can you tell me what they looked like?" Karen tries again, desperate to go out with something in her pocket.

"Yes. One was bald. And the other had a big tattoo on his arm."

"A tattoo? Of what?"

Elena hesitates. "Not a picture. It was like a pattern. Ugly. Went up to his neck. Thank God he's no son of mine."

"Thank you, Elena. That might help. If I can find a connection to the men that did this and the company... then we will have their dicks in a vice. Sorry."

Cardenas smiles brightly, "How long have you been like this, Miss Page?"

"Ever since I got to New York."

[iasmelaion]

WIP Tag Game

Rules: Share a snippet from whatever you’re currently working on, and then tag 5 people.

tagged by @firstelevens

tagging @pairofraggedclaws, @pineapplecrushface, @lugarn, @technicallyverycowboy, but no pressure! (also, wow, truly do not remember ANYONE's tumblr usernames without the little icon photos there to prompt me, damn. that took way longer than it should have /o\ )

Thank you for tagging me @firstelevens because it is providing me with the extra bit of motivation I need to finish up this ridiculous silly fic that started as a comment fic but that I just kept noodling away at because I didn't feel like working on anything else, lol. The prompt for this, for the record, was "vampire bucky au" and this is...not at all that, lol. These are, alas, the things that happen when you give me a prompt.

It's entirely Sam's fault that Bucky's first thought on realizing he’s been captured by vampires is: well, these guys aren't part of the big three. His second thought is: if vampires have been a thing all this time and no one fucking told me, I'm going to be so pissed. What the fuck else is real? Fairies? Wolfmen? Goddamn Sasquatch??

Ugh, if he survives, Bucky is never going to live this down. In his defense, how the fuck was he supposed to fight against fog. Bucky had been minding his own business, headed back to his apartment after acquiring some late-night take out, and he’d had about a second to think, that’s weird, it wasn’t foggy out earlier and then, when the fog did not move in fog-like ways, well, that’s not fog, but it doesn’t smell like any kind of gas either and then the damned vampires had coalesced out of the fog and surrounded him before he could run. 

“What the fuck are you?” he’d asked, baffled and pissed, and one of them had smiled, showing off some pretty gnarly and pointy teeth.

“We are vampires, of course.”

Then Bucky had felt the chill of fog behind him and a prick in his neck, and passed out, only to wake up on a plane.  

At least the vampires are polite. No one has tortured him so far, or even sucked his blood, and whatever they’ve drugged him with, it’s honestly kind of pleasant once he wakes up properly. He feels floaty and hazy and not particularly interested in breaking his bonds, not that he has any escape options other than jumping out of the plane, and anyway, this plane is even nicer than Zemo’s plane. Like, sure, his hands and feet are bound at the wrists and ankles, but he’s on a really comfy leather seat, and they’ve given him some water.

Also, and most importantly, the vampires don't appear to be especially tech-savvy. While he can’t feel his phone in his pocket anymore, no one has noticed Bucky twist the tip of his vibranium pinky, one of his panic button options, and one no one ever thinks to look for or prevent because it involves a motion that’s not physically possible in a flesh and blood pinky, not without breaking it, and definitely not independently. God bless Shuri’s cleverness in coming up with that one. Anyway, if Bucky’s got even a scrap of luck left, Sam is already on his trail. 

Though, fuck, it's not like Sam's gonna be prepared for vampires, what with them not being one of the big three and all. Bucky will have to gather what intel he can. Since they haven’t gagged him, he figures he might as well ask some woozy but totally reasonable questions.

“So…do you know Dracula?” he asks the vampire sitting across from him.

He doesn’t look much like a vampire at the moment, just an average white guy, apart from the eerie golden shade of his eyes.

“No,” says the vampire, lip curling slightly in what might be disgust, showing off the tip of a too-pointy canine.

“Do you, uh, want my blood?” Bucky asks. “A lot of people want my blood on account of how I’m a science experiment.”

The vampire blinks at him and frowns. “We do not want your blood.” Bucky tries and fails to place his accent. Dutch, maybe? Something European.

“Are you HYDRA?” asks Bucky. 

There’s no ostentatious squid-related branding or gloating about recovering the asset, so he doesn’t think so, but he figures he should ask.

The vampire wrinkles his nose. “Ugh, no,” he says. “We aren’t Nazis.”

“What do you want with me then?”

“We will not harm you. My master will speak with you soon,” says the vampire, and oh, that doesn’t bode well. “Sleep now,” continues the vampire, and Bucky wants to protest, but vampires have magic powers or what the fuck ever, he guesses, because he does in fact sleep.

It’s honestly kind of the best night of sleep he’s had in a while, so he’s in a pretty good mood for someone who’s been captured by vampires when he wakes up to being gently pulled out of a plush SUV and into the courtyard of—a castle? Bucky tries to crane his head up and around to get a feel for where the hell he is, but all he sees are starry skies and a lot of gray stone before he’s inexorably guided inside. While he’s no longer tied up or woozy, the vampires’ grip on him might as well be vibranium. He makes a tentative attempt to break free, just to gauge what it would take to escape, and is not encouraged by the results. He could do it, he thinks, but it would hurt. 

"Could we maybe talk about this?" tries Bucky, because it's what Sam would do, probably. "Do you have any demands, or am I in for yet another round of being experimented on or something? Because I'm not really into that. The third time is not the charm."

The vampires holding him are silent, and drag him down plushly carpeted, well-lit wide hallways into—what the fuck, is this a literal throne room?—where someone tall and pale and dark-haired is sprawled in the opulent seat at the other end of the room, at the far end of a long wooden table. The man looks familiar, and Bucky's about to start low-key panicking about this being more HYDRA bullshit, no matter what the vampire on the plane had said. Like, fuck, are HYDRA vampires now? Have they always been allied with vampires? He tries to make out what’s on the tapestries draped all over the walls, but then he gets closer and—

"Great Uncle Yakov?!" Bucky blurts out.

Because that man’s face is familiar—familiar as in family. They have the same damn dimple in their chin.

"James! It is wonderful to see you again!" says his surprisingly alive—undead? unalive?—great uncle, beaming in a way that shows off his pointy white canines.

[bearludlow]

❝ I THANK WHATEVER GODS MAY BE

      FOR MY UNCONQUERABLE SOUL. ❞

STATS:

Name: Bear Ludlow

Age: 35

Face Claim: Brandon Sklenar

Occupation: Livestock Inspector

Affiliation & Position: Top Hand for The Cowboy Mafia

Gender & Preferred Pronouns: Cis male & he/him

BIOGRAPHY:

Trigger Warnings: child abandonment, drug abuse and addiction, kidnapping

A feral youth was spawned by growing up in poverty. Bear's parents weren't the wealthy kind. They started from young love, too young, and thus never really amounted to much of anything. Not for not trying, they unfortunately handicapped themselves before they could really get going. Their first child came too early, just after graduating high school, and life turned from youthful discovery of the world ahead of them to working to make ends meet and provide for the family they hadn't planned for. Bear came next some five years later and was an absolute accident. Something he felt strongly his entire youth. Then there was one more oops after him.

When the youngest Ludlow hit the terrible two's that as when Bear's mother made her great escape. To this day no one is quite sure where she ended up or what happened in her life post Paxton, but he doesn't really bother himself with those thoughts. Not too much, at least. This event left his father to be the sole provider and caretaker of 3 children and to some extent that caused him to subconsciously check out. He did work 3, sometimes 4, jobs but he was never around or present for his children. How could he be? At most he made sure they had some sort of roof over their heads and did his best to provide food and clothing. Everything else? That was up to the Ludlow children.

For Bear that meant getting up to no good. Little scrapes with the law. Petty crimes. Though, for him, it was a gateway into the world of drugs. With too many burdens on his shoulders far too young and a heaviness in his chest drugs were a wonderful escape. Going down that path only further drew a line between himself and his peers. The friends that were much better off and doing well in school. As kids they'd never once cared that Bear was poor, as teens, however, the divide was prominent. Loneliness only fueled his drug use and hooligan antics. The moment Bear was saved was the sheriff dropping him on his grandfather's doorstep. The old man had a small ranch and was a no bullshit kind of man. Old school. When he saw the mess that Bear was, not missing the potential in his eyes, he resorted to The Cowboy Mafia.

With some begging, the Hands took on Bear, likely seeing the potential in the strapping teenager as well. He was built strong, tough, there was grit in him. The Feedlot was where he started and with hard work enforced on him, Bear sweated out the drugs. Quickly he became almost militant in his servitude. He'd grown quiet and knew to listen, follow, take orders. The young man became reliable and as someone weathered for hardships he didn't balk when things got a tough. After obtaining his GED Bear was able to go onto community college, earn his Associate's, and then move onto a state university to get a degree in agriculture (animal husbandry). It was a strategic move. He had no designs on raising livestock of his own, Bear simply thought it would be useful.

After years of proving himself as a Finger he finally earned his brand and became a Hand by helping turn over a board patrol agent. Bear was the right hand and main aggressor to a Hand in the kidnapping, interrogation, and striking up a deal that garnered windows of time where border patrol would look the other way. Something that further ensured the movement of their product and adding to their capital. While the brand is something he's proud of, The Cowboy Mafia had saved him and completely made him someone rather than the early grave he was headed towards, he is sometimes conflicted about being involved in the drug trade. In many ways it makes him a hypocrite. This lifestyle, however, offers him that little dance with death that he's known since he was a young teen.

The path to Livestock Inspector came two ways — experience and education. Bear had grown up in the ranching culture, some from his grandfather but most from being taken in by The Cowboy Mafia. He went where he'd been told and did the hard work prescribed to him. The was often working on ranches and with livestock. Perhaps no one would point Bear out for his intelligence but the man has never been dumb. Quiet and attentive he learned every step of the way. Coupled with his education he was easily streamlined into the position he has now. It's one that's beneficial it many ways, garnering him important connections while keeping him in confidence with the remaining ranchers around Paxton. It feels like a win-win.

When it comes to family Bear feels he's found it within The Cowboy Mafia. He's the guy anyone can turn to at anytime and he's there to lend a hand. The man is a skilled gunsmith (something learned by way of his grandfather), an excellent shot and hunter, he's big and brutish and someone you want on your side in a physical fight — he's useful. Most importantly, Bear is loyal.

PLOT ARC:

The Cowboy Mafia saved him. He was doomed to a life of nothing more than being a drug addict before. He knows this, and is deeply grateful to them. His current position as a Livestock Inspector garners him special connections with Livestock Agents, and various Department of Transportation offices. He's well connected to help the Cowboys move product completely under the radar.

[nathank77]

10/17/24

7:34 p.m

I had a strange dream last night about my mother. I had a dream that she went to the dr and came back after an er visit with both her legs cut off cause of a blood clot.

It was heavily implied in the dream that I need to be more involved in her Healthcare to make sure she gets the best care.

The dream kinda made it clear that bc I wasn't there she didn't understand the alternatives of treatment she could have had and she ended up with the most extreme life altering one..

She might have had a blood clot in real life. That's why I dreamed it. I am trying to be involved in real life. I write out her medication schedule and it's hard and time consuming. Also I want to steal her benzo and her muscle relaxant. I'm not lying..I have the fleeting thoughts but I won't do it.

She's actually sober. Minus all the drugs they have given her. If Riley wasn't here i could sit with her.

My leg of my pants rubbed up against something in the kitchen and now I'm worried about bringing poison ivy into my bed. I hate how hyper aware ocd makes you.

I know exactly what leg it was. Exactly what spot. And I know Riley had sniffed it. Today when liv brought her outside she pooped with her thank god.

But she also ate poop. Another reason i can't be around her.

Anyways I'm worried about my pants leg wondering if I should change my pants or not. Just sitting with the anxiety.

I'm considering buying a ps5 and the new silent hill game. I would buy the ps5 just for the silent hill 2 remake.

I got so caught up in riley I didn't realize it already came out over a week ago and it would make me overjoyed to play it. Although it'll never be the original.

Also I'm stilll worried about my leg. And I got some results about my heart but I'm waiting for the dr to explain it to me but it isn't good.

Also I shaved my head.. it made me feel more like myself. I got to figure out if using my savings on a ps5 and the game is really worth it when I only need the ps5 bc it's an exclusive. And I mean I truly cannot wait to just touch the game

To hear james voice. To go on that longing search for Mary. I'll never find my Mary. But I can still identify with James.

"I'm looking for someone, someone very important to me. I'd do anything if I could be with her again."

I'll never find her bc she doesn't exist but I'd do anything if I could be with her again, if I could find her if soulmates exist. Maybe there is someone out there I've met before in a past life that i just haven't found in this life. All I know is I haven't met her yet. Although I don't believe there is someone out there for me.

Also I've been derealizating a lot.

[jessafuria]

LV METRO PT. 2

So here I go doing the one thing all of us meth folk are forbidden from doing. Ratville snitchville.

I was pissed at Alex for getting me in trouble for something that happened early this summer. And then he got in the way of one of my more imaginative dangerous projects this same day. I couldn't talk to the person I really needed to talk too because his emotional maturity level is still around age 12.

What I do know at this point is that God has never steered me in the wrong direction. Even when I thought I made a mistake it turned out to be the right choice because I go by my intuition. My instincts are straight from God. I never second guess my instincts. Eliot taught me that.

The more I thought about it I realized I had done this to Alex before. And it ended up working out to his advantage. Earlier that day a man with a sign on a corner named Alex told me that he was here to help me with ANYTHING I needed. I thought it was kind of strange.

Alex maybe he still is a baby Alex to me. But I know he has man size balls. I know that he is young and smart and his musical gifts rival Eliot's and Drake's. My instincts say that he would know what to think and what to do and how it is when you are cornered by an oppressor.

To my knowledge Alex isn't involved in the things this cop was looking for. Not at all. He is a victim of the system that has failed us and I know, I KNOW, because I can see the future, (and because I am one third of Godhead) that what I did will not only get his REAL career in the entertainment industry going, it will change the ethical approaches that people operate by on a street level.

It's not okay to lie about who did what. You have to tell the truth.

I feel bad but I don't. I really need to talk to her Alex. And you need to be there too. You need to feel the pain all the way. She needs to talk to Michelle about ninja. and I need to talk to her and them both about my theory on the Jehovahs witness protection program .

You see what the cops are looking for is me. I am the biggest drug dealer in the world. Because I have been selling the idea of meth and how it has tremendous value and purpose since 2018.

All forces that were working against me have been sorted out by myself personally. Be it the cartel or the gov, or even my mom.

So that leads me to believe that Mr. Brennen was just a fan boi. I spent a good hour talking to him about my life in Las Vegas. About Drake, and Eliot. About my research. He just wanted to meet me. I was pleased to make his acquaintance and I believe that I planted some very VERY valuable seeds with metro by opening up to this cop. and he was flirty because he couldn't help it. I will continue to view metro as an irritating older brother that sometimes terrorizes me.

I hate being afraid of cops. I am afraid because I respect authority. But I also think that the "justice" cycle needs to be broken completely. Everything needs to be done differently and I also feel as tho Lombardo is the one that initiated the reform in the police dept.

Meth is not going anywhere. You have to adapt to Las Vegas, as it gives birth to the culture. If you don't like being around tweekers than you better go back home to your mother because this is a 24/7 town. And I promise you that your family physician, your pasture, your kids elementary school teacher are all on meth. They are just intelligent enough to master its power.

Thank you baby Alex.

DRAKE YOU BETTER SIGN BABY ALEX TO OVO.

[briamichellewrites]

35

Bria was documenting her drug use in a journal she kept at her bedside. She started doing it after getting high on meth for the first time at the party. What would she do with the journal? She didn’t know. Maybe she would save it to remember. Even though they didn’t realise it, she and Jason were falling more and more into addiction every time they got high. She was addicted to heroin. He was addicted to cocaine.

On the outside, nobody could tell. But their minds were filled with their next fix. They needed more. His body was getting tolerant and soon, he would need to increase his dose to get the same feeling. When he looked in the mirror, he saw an addict in denial. He was constantly paranoid about whether or not he was convincing. Could anyone around him tell?

He got angry with himself because he hated what he was doing. But he could not stop. He only felt calm when he was under the influence. Five years was a long time. His family didn’t know. He didn’t want them to know. At the same time, he did. He wanted his father to get angry with him. Send me to rehab so I don’t have to do this shit anymore! Get me arrested for drug possession! Every time he was with Mike, he prayed for him to notice his addiction.

He was slowly killing himself. One day, his body would give up. He blamed himself for getting Bria involved in his drug use. Why did he do it? He hoped that by doing it, she would never leave him. Would she love him if they were sober? He looked at his arm. Out of anger, he took a razor to it. He soaked up the blood with toilet paper.

You’re out of control, Jay. Tears went down his face. At that moment, he wanted to die. He wanted to die before the drugs killed him. Bria was at a photoshoot and Dave was on his way over. He would not implicate her by mentioning her involvement in their shared addiction. Rather, he would only implicate himself. Why did he start using drugs? He didn’t remember, but he wished he never had. It was ruining his life.

He let Dave in after he rang the doorbell. When he looked into his eyes, the light was gone. He asked what was wrong.

“I’m a cocaine addict and I have been for the past five years. I need help. Please save my life. I can’t do this anymore.”

“I will help you. When was the last time you got high?”

“Yesterday. You were busy with Bria. I went into the bathroom.”

He saw a red mark under his sleeve, so he pulled it up. Oh my god! His heart fell. They sat on the floor as he cried. He wrapped his arms around him. Jason begged him to get him help. Why did he do it? He was angry with himself. Dave looked at the scars to make sure they weren’t deep enough to cause damage. No, they didn’t look like they needed stitches. He would get him help. Thank you! He held him as he continued crying.

Their first step was going to his parents. They were horrified when he told them the truth. Not only was he drinking, he was also using cocaine. Donna and Muto cried when they saw his arm. It was one of the first times he had ever seen his father cry. They would get him into rehab. He apologised and thanked them.

Dave met Bria at the studio. She sent him the address and when she would be finished. He mentioned Jason going to rehab. Since he could only send so many characters, he had to keep it short. He would explain later. They went out to the parking lot and over to her car. Was Jason okay? No, he wasn’t. It wasn’t a conversation he felt comfortable having in public. They agreed to go back to her place. He would meet her there.

Jason was in rehab again. He went through the intake process, which included having his arm looked at. The scars were insignificant and didn’t require stitches. They were covered in bandages to prevent infections. Before going back, he hugged his parents. They were both very upset. Still, they hugged him goodbye. He was safe. That was all that mattered.

Yes, Bria knew. She lied and said she didn’t know how to help him. That’s why she didn’t say anything. They bought the lie. Was she going to ask for a divorce? No. They promised each other they would never get divorced. She loved him too much to do that. That was the truth. Their door would always be open. She was welcome to call them whenever she needed them. As they got up, she promised to do that. Thank you.

Back home, she lay down on her bed. He sat down beside her. What’s wrong? She was just overwhelmed. Did she need rehab? She looked at him. Fuck you. He laughed.

Christina was coming home with Jasper from the hospital. After a month, he was finally stable. She was so proud of him for admitting he needed help. They wanted to visit Bria to see how she was doing with Jason in rehab. He was anxious about her being home by herself.

As they were passing through the interchange, they happened to be caught in the middle of a police chase. They tried to see where the other car was coming from when it hit them. Their car was pushed off the road and into the ditch. They were both badly injured and couldn’t get out of the vehicle as it caught fire. Other cars pulled over to help them.

Police radioed to dispatch about the accident. They needed the fire squad and ambulances. It felt like forever before they were rescued. Their seatbelts were cut and they were carefully brought out to the stretchers. They were both badly burned. Paramedics worked on them as they rushed to the closest hospital, which happened to be Cedar Sinai. The emergency room staff had no idea who they were. All they knew was that they had to act fast.

“What is your name, sir”, the emergency room physician asked.

“Ja... Ja. It’s me. Brian. It’s me.”

“Doctor Johnson. We will take good care of you.”

Thank you. Bria got a phone call from Brian about the accident. She was so upset that she didn’t trust herself to get to the hospital safely. Dave offered to bring her. She nodded in tears. He hugged her. What could he say to comfort her? They would be okay? How the hell did he know? He didn’t. All he said was that he was there for her.

I’m with Bria at the hospital. Her parents were in a serious car accident. – Dave

While they waited for more news, they talked about whatever they could think of. She had to go to another photoshoot the next day. Could she call in and have it rescheduled? No, she had to be there. How long was it? Three hours. It took three hours to take some pictures. Yes, she usually had different outfits she had to put on. They also had to change her hair and makeup several times. He had no idea it was that extensive. Maybe he could come to watch her. If that was possible, he would enjoy that. She thought they would be okay with it, as long as he didn’t get in the way. He promised not to.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon

[moon-forest-princess]

I was doing some reading about Indigo children and Nihal Starseeds and

dang they didn't have to put me on blast like that lmao

[thegunrafeusedtoshootpeterkin]

poly!rafe,nate,barry, and fez hc, pinning for the reader!

⚠️drug and alcohol mentions, rafe,nate,barry and fez obviously, and some crude language as well as sexual implications⚠️

this was a request! my request are always open guys!

it all starts with fez and barry, those fuckers got drunk one night after a particularly well income night and fez sent ashtray to go be with wheezie for a little while.

they started talking and reminiscing on the past and how different their lives could’ve been and then the topic of you came about.

barry brought you up because you were always so nice, and you were always on time with your payments and always paid upfront.

you always had a smile on your face, and barry knew it was wrong but everytime you’d ask to buy harder drugs, he’d always give you flour, or ibuprofen instead of x.

fez was one in the same, you always knew just what to say to calm him down or put a smile on his face for the rest of the day

barry and fez went to a little kickback a few nights before this, and seen you get into a fight for the first time ever. it was a random kook bitch, but god did they fall harder. the way your smile faded and you put your hair up and swung they knew, they both wanted you but they both couldn’t tell the other.

after they were done talking they both figured out that they had a thing for you, which scared them but what scared them both even more was the fact they actually didn’t mined that they both had a thing for you or eachother.

then nate and rafe come in the mix.

nate like you first out of the two, you didn’t fit his perfect description of what he liked in a woman but to him you compromisedbeautifully.

you weren’t completely hairless, but you were in the spots that mattered, you didn’t hangout with boys unless it was your brothers,rafe, him, or fez and barry. you didn’t have bad hygiene, but you burped out loud a couple times a day and to him he could work with that because he does it too, you manspread but when you do it, you still do it in a classy way that makes his head spin.

nate never wanted anything to hurt you, even if it was him, and he knew in the back of his mind that he probably would if he were to go and be wit you alone and that hurt him more than he thought it should’ve. you made him wanna change his ways, just so he could be with you and that he did.

nate fell for you first out of the two, but certainly didn’t fall the hardest.

when rafe came into the picture, all three of their world’s felt like it was crashing down because he made the first move

he said all the right things, and he walked away with your number and a date on saturday.

fez and barry felt like they had no shot after that, but they still were gonna try.

and nate, nate was making a game plan while at practice.

rafe on the other hand was smarter than they thought, he noticed their glances at you, and not even just you eachother too. so, rafe made a plan, that he involved you in when he asked you out on “the date”.

“you noticed too, right.” rafe says looking into your eyes and getting lost in the color for a quick second. “that they all have a thing for me?, oh yeah totally, i play into it, to see who’s gonna cave first.” you say confidently and assured. “alright, well here’s the plan, you go and talk to barry and fez and i’ll get nate there and we tell them how we feel.” rafe says like up at you for reassurance. “sounds like a plan, rafael.” you say teasingly before waving goodbye and walking off.

saturday night rolls around quickly, and rafe does exactly what he said he’d do.

“come on, nate please?, i really need your help, i wanna look good for her, just come to the mall with me, please?” rafe whines loudly, giving the best puppy dog eyes he can muster because it works like a charm everytime. “fuck-, alright fine.” nate rolls his eyes at the begging, trying to take away from how much it turned him on, then rafe leans in and place a kiss on his cheek. “THANK YOU, THANK YOU. you’re the best, nate.” rafe says with a smile. “yeah, whatever let’s go.” nate says walking out of the door, trying to hide the boner, that was proudly sticking up.

you did your part just as well as rafe.

fez and barry were clinging onto every word you said like their lives depended on it. barry gave you some free weed, and fez went to the store and bought the only beer you like but no one else in the house drinks and you three just sat and talked and enjoyed eachother’s company until rafe and nate came through the door.

“country club?, and all star?, did i die and go to heaven or something?” barry says sarcastically before taking another drink of his beer. “what are you doing here, playboy?” fez says looking at nate, curiously. “i’m wondering the same thing to be honest, fez. this motherfucker begged me to come with him to the mall.” nate says now turning his attention to rafe, who’s now smiling like an idiot. “well, myself and y/n have something, we wanna ask you guys?” rafe says looking between the three men in front of him. “we all can tell that, we don’t mind eachother’s company a lot and-“ before the words were fresh out of rafe’s mouth, he was interrupted by nate’s lips. “free show?” you and barry say at the same to,e before exchanging a look and laughing. “nope, i was just answering, pretty boy’s question.” nate says with a smirk on his face before motioning for you to come closer. he leans and places a deep kiss on your lips and after you, guys pull away all he can do is smile. you all exchanged a kiss that night, and a few other things, fez and barry didn’t go to work the next morning, nate skipped practice, you also called off work, and well rafe let’s just say rose had to call nate.

and that ladies and gents and non-binary folk is how y’all’s relationship came to be.

taglist: @kattttttxx @msgorillagripcoochie @dreamypeaches @corebore123 @cordeliascrown

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

hi ! sorry to bother you , but do you mind doing a trick smut ? ( the owen teague character from black mirror ) it could be anything but yk just some sweet stuff , him being a dork and teasing the reader . and if you want just a little bit of drugs involved

Aw, no bother at all, lovely. Yes, of course! I've never gotten an Owen Teague request before so this got me excited lol

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), breaking and entering, drug use (coke, specially), oral (f!receiving), fluff, and I'm probably supposed to say don't do drugs so...Don't Do Drugs™ Just Say No™

2.4K Words🤙🏻

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You bit the dead skin off your fingers as you watched Trick climb over the fence of some abandoned water park, claiming that it had been that way for years and no one was guarding it anymore. He kept telling you that it was safe to explore, but you still felt your heart threaten to beat out of your chest as he encouraged you to follow after him.

“Come on, Y/n, no alarms have gone off yet!” He called out beyond the fence with a tired grin.

You looked back and forth between him and the bright yellow no trespassing sign, groaning as you finally made up your mind. “Fine. But if we get caught, I’m saying you forced me.” You started climbing the chain link fence as Trick giggled maniacally.

“That is technically what I’m doing, yes.” You playfully punched his shoulder with a huff as you made it over the fence. “Chill out, babydoll, it’ll be fun. Live a little.” He took you by your hand and ran off, leading you deeper into the park.

Despite being in constant anxiety that the cops would suddenly show up and arrest the two of you, Trick actually got you to have some fun.

“Woah, this pool is just filled with rain water.” Trick called out, beckoning you over to where he was. “Should we?”

“Uh, no thanks. It’s freezing and I’d rather not be soaking wet.” Trick only smirked mischievously at you. “No.” You scolded, but his smirk grew wider as he turned to you. “Ryan, no! Ah-!” He moved so fast there was nothing you could do. He grabbed you by the hips and pushed you as hard as he could into the pool, freezing water enveloping you whole. “Dick!” You gasped as soon as you resurfaced, only to get the water splashed back into your face as he jumped in after you.

“Woo! That just wakes you up, doesn’t it!” He laughed.

“Jerk.” You splashed him as you pouted, goosebumps raising all over your skin. Trick swam closer to you, pulling at your waist. “No, nope.” You tried swimming away but he already caught you, pulling you to him and wrapping your legs around his torso.

“You’re cute when you’re mad.” He teased, lightly kissing your nose. “Wow, you’re so cold.”

You scowled. “Oh really? I wonder why that is.” Trick smiled as he grabbed your face, pulling you close and passionately kissing you as you both floated in the water. You moaned as he grinded your hips on his, an aching arousal starting to develop and you could feel his smirk as he noticed. “This doesn't mean you’re forgiven for pushing me in here, jerk.”

“I’m sure I could remedy that, dolly. Want me to prove it to you? It’ll warm you up too.” You gasped quietly as one of his long fingers ghosted over your pussy, mentally cursing your clothes that clung to you.

“If it gets me out of this disgustingly cold pool, then yes.”

You and Trick couldn’t leave the park quicker, desperate for each other and desperate to get your soaking clothes off. It was hard enough to climb over the fence in the first place, it was even harder now that you weighed even more with all the water drenching your clothing.

Trick opened the back of the van and quickly ushered you in, pouncing on you as soon as he closed and locked the doors. “Ugh, god, I understand your annoyance now. So much harder to get these damn clothes off.” He chuckled as he tried peeling his shirt off with great difficulty, the collar getting caught on his head.

“And you have no one but yourself to blame.” You threw your own shirt at him, hitting him right in the face.

He pulled the wet shirt off with a faux offended expression. “How dare you!” He gasped dramatically.

“Me? How dare you!” You yelled back, pushing him on his back and straddling him, making sure to grind your hips down on his hardening cock as you kissed him, hearing him groan and feeling the vibrations tickling your mouth.

“Wait!” He pulled away with a smile. “You know what we should do?”

“Oh god, what?” You said in frustration.

“Drugs.” He lifted his eyebrows playfully before he crawled to the front of the van and came back with a little baggie full of white powder.

“Seriously?” You snickered.

“I’m super serious. You wanna try it? You don’t have to though, obviously. But I will see you as a scaredy cat.” He teased, but you knew he was only joking around. You knew he’d never pressure you to do anything.

You bit your lip in thought. “Okay, fine. I’ll try!” 

You watched as Trick lined up a few lines of powder neatly on a book he had laying around in the van, his face in full concentration, using his pinky to wipe away any excess and licking it off. “You wanna go first or…?”

“You should probably go first.” You giggled nervously, watching him quickly snort up the powder with a rolled up dollar bill intriguingly. He groaned as he tilted his head back, sniffing a bit more before handing the bill to you. 

“First thing, make sure not to breathe out when you’re lined up, or else you’ll blow the powder everywhere. Just go for it really, hold one nostril closed and tilt your head back after so it doesn’t fall out if you didn’t get all of it.”

“What if I sneeze?”

“You won’t sneeze.”

“What if it hurts?”

“It doesn’t.”

“What if-”

“Babydoll!” He interrupted with a laugh. “You’ll be fine, I’m right here.” He reassured, gently rubbing your back as you bent your head down to inhale the drug.

You did as he instructed. You just went for it, inhaling the whole line. He was right, it didn’t hurt, it was just a bit uncomfortable. It tickled as it entered your nose, making you cringe. It smelled sweet, but it tasted bitter as it started to drip at the back of your throat. “Ugh…” You wriggled your nose as your eyes watered, causing Trick to chuckle. “Don’t laugh at me.” You whined. “I don’t feel any different.”

“And you won’t, not immediately,” He kissed you, “but you will. Lay down.”

You exhaled shakily as Trick hovered above you, trailing sloppy kisses down your body, squeezing your bra covered breasts as he made his journey down until he got to your jeans. You both laughed as he struggled to get them off along with your underwear, the water making the material like a second skin. “Fuck…” You moaned out as he buried his face in your cunt, lapping up all your wetness and pushing his tongue into your entrance.

“Best part of my fuckin’ day.” He moaned, licking and sucking your sensitive clit. “I’m sure you’re warming up now, right, babe?” He chuckled, pulling you as close to him as humanly possible, resting your thighs on his shoulders. You moaned loudly, arching your back as he focused on your clit, your body buzzing with oversensitivity, but you couldn’t get enough of it. You could feel your heartbeat thrum in your chest, and you felt so restless. You wanted more, you needed more. You needed him inside you.

“Fuck me, Ryan.” You whined, rutting against his face as he kept going faster. “Please.” He finally stopped as he heard your begs. “I feel so hot all of a sudden.” You panted.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he removed his pants, settling in between your legs, but still waiting for your okay.

“Yes. I just need you.” You brought his face down to kiss you, tongues dancing with each other roughly before you pulled away with his bottom lip in between your teeth.

“Think you’re feeling it now.” He smiled, helping you remove your bra, your hardened nipples practically calling out to be touched. You hummed blissfully as he latched onto one of your nipples with his mouth, trailing up to kiss you once more before finally bringing his cock to your pussy.

You sighed out as Trick rubbed his dick in between your slick folds, the head of his cock bumping against your throbbing clit before he finally sunk into your cunt, stretching you out deliciously. He moaned roughly as he felt your walls clench around him as he went deeper and deeper into you, slowly pulling out slightly before sinking in further. 

You took deep breaths to try and relax yourself so you could take him fully, his girth making you struggle. Trick brought his thumb down to lightly rub your clit, eliciting a moan from you as he was finally able to bottom out, filling you to the hilt. He grinded against you until you were ready for him to thrust, the tip of his cock hitting the ends of you, the feeling making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Fuck, you’re so tight, babydoll. You still feel like a goddamn virgin, even after all this time.” Trick chuckled darkly, starting to thrust in and out of you slowly.

Trick’s pupils were blown wide as he looked down at where the two of you were conjoined, smirking at the sight of his cock glimmering with your arousal, leaving thin trails of stringy slick every time he pulled out and coating his pelvis and your inner thighs. “Shit, you’re so wet. Can you hear? Can you hear your pussy singing, baby?” He cooed, thrusting faster and deeper, the slapping of your damp skin against one another's reverberating around the inside of his messy van.

“Fuck, Ryan!” You cried out as his cock kept hitting that sweet spot inside you over and over again. “You feel so good.” You whimpered, lifting your head as you felt something tickle on your chest. “What-?”

Trick had poured a line of coke onto your tit, holding one nostril closed as he snorted up all the white powder from your skin, holding his head back and looking up towards the van ceiling as he moaned loudly, his thrusts slowing as he focused on sniffing all the contents down. He smiled widely at you, leaning down again to lick up all the residue on your breast and pulling a nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking until you felt the nipple go numb from the drug. “Feels so weird.” You giggled, pulling at your nipple and feeling barely anything.

“Here.” Trick moved for you to straddle his lap, dipping his car key into the little baggie of powder and offered it up to you. You mirrored his smile as you allowed him to put the key up to your nose, his pointer finger pinching your other nostril shut and watched intently as you sniffed up the drug with a groan.

You cringed at the tickly intrusion, the taste bitter as it dripped down your throat once more. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.” You swallowed harshly, rubbing away the leftover powder that didn’t make it into your nose.  

Trick kissed your cheek with an amused smile. “Well, you never have to take it again then.”

“I didn’t say I never wanted to.” You smirked, slowly moving your hips against him, causing him to groan quietly, his pupils almost completely taking over his bright blue iris’. “You’re so pretty, you know?” You kissed him passionately, his slightly cold hands running up your back and causing goosebumps to raise all over your skin. “You fuck me so well.” You whispered in his ear, following that by biting his earlobe gently.

“Oh yeah?” He panted. “Compared to who?” He teased, knowing fully well he’s the only one you’ve ever slept with.

“No one.”

“Exactly, and that’s exactly how it’s gonna stay. Okay, babydoll?” He growled, flipping you over on your back, pinning your wrists above your head as he licked and bit the sensitive skin of your neck, forcing you to stay still as you couldn’t help but squirm. You opened your mouth as Trick brought up his fingers to your face, licking and sucking on them until he pulled them away and started to rub your clit in between your bodies. “I can feel how close you are. Can you come for me, dolly?” He panted, thrusting into you as fast as he could.

You cried out, clinging to him, your grip on his shoulders sure to leave bruises the next morning. “Oh god…” You moaned, your legs shaking as they tried to stay wrapped around his hips. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come, baby.” You almost hyperventilated, a strong and intense tidal wave of pleasure knocking the breath out of you, a strangled groan escaping your lips as you finally reached that peak. You were sure the drug had something to do with how strong it was, you could honestly say it was the best orgasm you had ever had. “Fuck…”

Trick throbbed and pulsed inside you, his moans getting louder and louder, signaling that he was close too. “Tell me you love me.” He moaned, his thrusts speeding up if that were even possible.

“I love you, Ryan…so, so much.” You repeated back to him, your eyes spilling over with your overstimulated tears.

“Say you’re never gonna leave me.”

“I’m never gonna leave you. Never ever.” You spasmed, another orgasm taking over your body out of nowhere, your words jumpstarting your nerves and allowing you one more. “Fuck, I love you!” You cried, your walls clenched down on him harshly, causing him to grunt loudly as he stilled inside you and letting out a breathless moan as he finally came, releasing and painting your inner walls with his cum.

Trick sighed heavily as he pulled out and laid beside you, grabbing you and pulling you close so that your head rested on his sweaty chest. “That was amazing…” He chuckled breathlessly. “We should fuck on coke more often.”

“And after being high on the adrenaline of breaking and entering, of course.”

“So you’re saying we can do this again?”

“No, no, no-”

“Too late, I’m already planning it in my head.”

“Are you even sure there’s anything in that pretty little head of yours after fucking me that hard?” You teased, eliciting an oversensitive gasp from him after running your fingers up his cock.

He scoffed with a smile. “You are evil. I could ask you the same thing.” He tried to reach for your pussy but you quickly stopped him, grabbing his hand and pushing it away. “You’re only proving my point.”

“Oh, do shut up.”

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baby boy trick, he deserved better☹

and like, I tried coke last month and it didn't even do anything? either I didn't take enough or it doesn't work on antidepressants. oh well. don't do drugs™

[alltheficsiwant]

Same Old Hawkins, Or Not | Part Two

PART TWO | Drama, Freaks and a... What?

Summary: Reader immersed herself to small town drama. She didn't expect that there are drama's that should have left unsaid. But what can she do? She's cousin with Steve Harrington. It's bound to happen.

Warnings: Brief mention of violence, drug use and alchoholism. Cursing and innuendos (Should it be a warning?).

Words: 9.2k+

Note: This is what I tell you when I got carried away but SUPRISE. Decided to post the second part because I felt the first part didn't give any Eddie at all but I think this is my longest part out of everything else. I fleshed it out more because I felt like everything is abrupt? Hope you like this guys!

Part One | Series Masterlist Cross posted in Ao3. Just search the series name. :)

As much as you dreaded the first day and predicted it to be shitty. It was quite tame, at least on a level that you think its tame. You did become an eye candy but not much. Thank God for being born in the town. People are more curious about how much you have changed since you and your father left.

You have grown taller that you are sure and you decided to never let your hair be cut above your shoulders. Despite how irritating it was to maintain. You hated the bob cut. It was your mom’s favorite haircut on you, you don't even remember why and because of that you just hated it. You don’t want any reminders about your mom. She clearly don't want anything to do with you, why not do the same right?

Despite Steve’s warnings of staying away from Billy Hargrove, he did come for you but you made sure that he would fuck off. ("What does a pretty little thing like you doing in this town?" -Silence- "You don't talk much?" "Oh. I'm taught not to talk to strangers," "Well, I'm Billy--" "Oh shoot, I'm also taught not to talk with assholes.") It was a spectacle to some as whispered ‘oohs and aahs’ were heard during the exchange. You knew you just created your worst enemy, at least at the moment.

Maybe being Billy Hargrove’s number one enemy isn’t good if you want a boring year but you’ll take it instead of being the object of his fixation. With him down, you managed to get through the day until Lunch. Clearly, Highschool is so lame for having designated seats for certain groups.

You had a fast run down of it thanks to Steve who brought you to the “popular” kids table. He even introduced people who lead the factions. There are the artsy kids, the band kids, the preppy kids, the athletes which are separated of course (“We have the soccer heads, tracks then the cheer team and us.” “The jocks?” “The basketball team, Squirt.” “It's the Jocks.” “We are not Jocks–” “If you want me to be specific, asshole, shit heads, playboys and then Jerks.” “May I remind you, you are sitting with us.” “No Steve, I'm sitting with you,”)

All throughout that introduction you just don’t see yourself fitting in to anyone at school, not until Steve introduced the last table. 

“You see that table near the end,” Steve mumbled to you as he pointed at it discreetly. You looked over as you scanned a series of people wearing the same shirts with different variations. Some wore it over flannels, others wore it as it is and then…. Your eyes landed on the one who is wearing it with a leather jacket and denim vest over that jacket. The familiar logo of DIO on the back of the vest he is wearing faced you. You just nodded at Steve as the man your eyes landed on was talking a bit animatedly earning a few laughs in the group.

“That is the Hellfire club–”

“The freaks,” Tommy who was apparently listened through your conversation butted in. Steve offered a sarcastic thanks before he glared at him. You just raised a brow at Tommy, irritated at the interruption and kept your face stoic. That made him shut his mouth as he was about to say more and turned away.

“The freaks?” You finally turned to Steve after staring Tommy down. You can’t help but be irritated by another stereotypical term. God, Steve really needs new friends. He is too involved in gossips and he is conforming a lot to the society's fucked up system. Steve cringed at your tone.

“Not exactly, it's just that they are a group who likes metal bands and D&D,” He told you and you straightened a bit about that with a raised brow.

“They play dungeons and dragons?” You mused as you looked over at them. This time you see that man with the leather jacket moved towards the head of the table where he sat back down. His face was covered by his curly black hair and you can’t help but want to take a peak. 

“Yes, it's supposed to be a devil’s game ,” Steve supplied using the air quotes action like you did when you both saw each other for the first time. This time you looked away from the man and looked over at Steve with a glare. Steve stared back and then blinked as you continue to stare.

“It’s not a devil’s game,” you deadpanned and Steve just looked at you confused. 

“You play?” Steve asked and you shrugged as you looked back at the table. Not quite done staring or rather admiring the leather clad man. 

“Yes I do, back in U-U– back where I came from,” You stuttered a bit, cursing yourself why can’t you say the name of the damn place. Steve, who was focused on the knowledge about his cousin, didn’t notice. Thank God for that. “And if you believe that it was a devil’s game. You have a cousin involved. Just so you know,” You told him. At that Steve rolled his eyes, hearing the mocking tone in your voice. Something he has to get used to.

“I’m not scared of you, Squirt.” Steve said and then you slowly looked back at him. You make sure your eyes are void of any emotion and slowly bring the corner of your lips up. Making sure Steve is staring at you as you deliver your most sinister smile. His eyes widened and then his hand covered your face to get it out of the view. “Stop that,” He exclaimed followed by your name as you tried to make him look. You dissolved into chuckles after that while Steve just looked at you in disbelief.

“By the way, you might recognize the leader of the group. Eddie Munson,” with the mention of the name, your brows raised up at the information. Eddie Munson? The kid with the buzz cut and cutest smile. Your brain supplied. You looked at Steve as he pointed over to the guy you were eyeing before and when your eyes landed on him. He was already staring back at you. 

Your eyes connected and both of you froze. Recognition settled on both your faces. You took him in as memories of the talent show you attended back at Middle School came to you. You remembered a kid with a buzz cut and doe eyes holding on to his guitar. Excited about performing while you are backstage just finished dancing with your team. 

“Nice routine, you looked very pretty up there.” That was the first time you remembered being called pretty since that ugly bob cut. You blushed at that and now that you remembered it you can’t help but feel the familiar heat crawling up your cheeks.

Now looking at him, he now sported a full head of hair as long as yours. His doe eyes are still the same. It has the same sparkle it has when he complimented you but clearly puberty must hit him, he looks good. He looks… fucking good. Oddly enough, he reminds you of Ozzy Osbourne who you had a chance to see in a concert back at Utah, which you sneaked in of course with a few “friends” back then.

“Yeah, I remember him,” you mumbled to Steve as you offered Eddie a smile. That broke him out of his frozen state as he tilted his head. Recognition swarming in those eyes before his eyes flickered beside you then back to you. He raised a brow before he offered his own, then taking a small bow as a greeting.

Steve was oblivious to the exchange as he tucked in with his sandwich. “Well, he’s not the same kid as before back in middle school. He is very different. He do things on the side—”

“Like what?” You asked abruptly about Steve’s gossip for the first time since he started to introduce everything in the highschool. He stopped mid chew as he looked at you surprised by your interest. He swallowed before answering.

“He sells weed among other things.” Steve said and you raised a brow at that. The image of the innocent boy coming back to you and then the image of the man now. He does look like some one who sells those things since that would be the exact image of a drug dealer the people think about. Gosh, its starting to sound like these people are living inside a fucking television. 

“So?” You looked at him confused. “Back where I came from, weed is a staple.” you told him as you remembered your “friends” selling blunts at 16 and they don't exactly look like that.

“You smoked before?” Steve can’t help but ask. You shook your head. You were never influenced by them, since your father smoke for the both of you already. Though if asked about drinking? That would be a different topic all together. 

“Nah, Papa smokes enough for the both of us,” You told him as you picked up your food and took a bite of it. “Going back to Eddie Munson, does he still live with his parents back in Daffodils?” You asked as you remembered that it was two streets over from where you formerly lived. Steve shook his head.

“Ummm, his mother is just like yours, left” Steve told you and you don’t know if you want to point out how much of a gossiper Steve was or question how the hell he knows this information. You decided not to bother. Though your heart ached a little at the knowledge of shared history with Eddie Munson out of all people. “Though his old man lives but is currently in Jail. He lives with his uncle now.That is all I know,” Steve told you. You looked back at their table as you heard a laugh. His laugh.

“And you say they are devil worshippers—”

“Others say not me, Squirt.” Steve corrected you and you just waved him away as your eyes remained on the group.

“There is nothing wrong with selling weed and playing fantasy games. It’s what they like. They shouldn’t be defined as freaks or devil worshippers,” You mumbled as you picked up your food. If there are people who are called that, those would be the ones you encountered back then. You can’t help but think, subconsciously rubbing your hand over your stomach as you did. Thank God that cut lip you had started to heal nicely and didn’t hurt anymore. You tried to bury it down and got ready to eat more when another voice, this time a shrilly one interrupted.

“I heard his club is not really a club but a cult. They always listened to that god awful metal music—””

“Well, you listen to Madonna and I’m not calling you a slut,” You interjected and that shut her up immediately. You looked towards Carrie? Or is it Cammy? not noticing that you had garnered attention. You kind of raised your voice a bit. You even caught the attention of the table where Eddie Munson resides. “Also, you guys gossip around and I’m not calling you loudmouths. So if I were you, stop with your bullshit and eat your lunch,”

You turned and saw Steve looking back down at you and then to the girl. He just looked at her with the ‘you asked for it’ expression. Clearly he had enough of his “friends” too. 

You stood up after that and picked up your food tray. Having enough of your conversation with your cousin being interrupted. You decided to make the move today.

“I’m imposing the same warning with Billy with him,” Steve offered before you can leave. You stopped and looked back at him.

“I’m imposing the same warning with Billy with him,” Steve offered and just looked at him.

“I did say I want boring Hawkins but I suppose I should find some interest if I want to survive the year,” You told him. “Id’ rather spend time with the so called freaks than with stock up people who can’t leave other people’s businesses.” You emphasized as you glanced at Tommy and the girl. Gosh you did forget her name when Steve introduced you to them. 

You didn’t wait for his response as you moved towards where Eddie Munson is. The chatter suddenly quieted down as you reached them. All eyes are on you as you offer a smile.

“Hey, you don’t mind if I join you guys?” You asked them. Your eyes try to find familiar faces and you did as you saw Gareth and Jeff. Two people you also knew back then who offered small smiles. You remember them, they were the quiet kids back at middle school. You also shared a few classes with them. Then your eyes settle on Eddie who is looking at you with an unreadable face.

“Why should we grant you access?” Eddie spoke up after a beat of staring. He was mid-bite on his own food and he continued as he spoke. You shrugged.

“Maybe I want to join your club,” You told them. “Besides, I’m the new girl. Isn't it kind of mandatory to take in new Sheep?”

“Not really new,’ Gareth offered as he mentioned your name. You just shrugged again and looked at Eddie. He was looking over at you. His eyes suddenly unreadable before he tilted his head to the side. He looked over at where you were seated previously.

“You are a Harrington though. Aren’t they supposed to be born from greatness and not associate with the freaks?” Eddie said and you snorted at that.

“You are talking to the wrong one,” You supplied before you laid your tray of food to the table. You leaned down a bit to meet his stare head on. “Besides, my level 12 gloom stalker ranger elf needs a new party. My Lyn is itching for a new fight,” 

WIth that information, a gasp was heard from the group and they started to whisper at each other. You smirked as you crossed your arms on your chest and you can’t help but be elated as Eddie eyed your movement. Then slowly he stood up and then walked towards you until he stood beside you.

You two stared at each other. The cafeteria oddly became a bit quiet. Watching the exchange between the not-so-new girl and the freak. Then slowly Eddie smiled and bowed down.

“Welcome to Hellfire m’lady,” 

You smirked. You might want the same old hawkins but having a bit of fun isn’t bad right?

Well, you had your old boring hawkins with a side of fun. For at least a few weeks, you settled in quite nicely when you started to hang out with the Hellfire Club and it's not bad that their leader is a pure eye candy for you. 

Despite Steve’s warning (“I just told you to stay away from him!” “You and I both know that telling me what not to do would just make me want to do it!” “You had no problem with Billy?!” “He’s a playboy and an asshole. Eddie is different!”), you did get close to Eddie. Though at first it was through the club then the deal breaker for the both of you to cross the threshold for being acquaintances to friends came in a few days after your first day of school and hanging out with the Hellfire club.

You decide to ride out a bit since Harold and Miriam are out again for a business trip and Steve is quite busy with Nancy or whatever the hell is going on between them. (“Your relationship sounds rocky to me, Jerk.” “It's just a phase. All couples have that.” “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”) You are in one of those funky days, wherein your mind keeps on drifting towards what happened back there.

That unfortunate night that made you hightail for Hawkins as soon as you can. It was a good thing the bruises have healed and it's only the scars underneath your shirt that is the evidence of the shit show. Though it's hard not to show the side effects it gave you. How skittish you are and how easily you jumped at unknown sounds. You are even having trouble saying the name of the goddamn place. You are struggling not to let it show when you are inside the house. It helps that it's always almost empty except for Steve’s presence but even then, the house felt stifling.

The only thing that calms you now is the rush of the ride. The wind spattering against your skin as you revved up your bike. The one thing you had in Utah that wasn’t filled with bad memories.

Your mind started to drift towards the first time you got the bike. It was a present to yourself after you got your driver’s license. You saved up enough to buy it. Your dad helped at least, one of the good things he did back then but the bike is all on you. It was the fruit of having part time jobs and taking up as many summer jobs as you can for two years. 

You never felt that kind of happiness, not since that talent’s show in middle school wherein you snagged a runner up and encountered one of the most interesting kids you know in Hawkins. So when the shit show happened, the bike was one of the main things you secured. It actually saved your life.

Though you had to use some of the money your father left you to change the upholstery of the seat. It was soaked in blood and you had to make sure that it was scrubbed clean before you used it to drive all the way to Hawkins. The memory of your wounds made you wince and reach for your stomach.

Shit. I’m just going in circles with this. You thought as your mind absentmindedly started to go back to the memories you try to forget. You shook your head and tried to look at where you drove off to. After a minute, you realize you are no longer on the main road but instead on a trail. You slowed down just enough for you to hear your surroundings instead of the roar of your motorbike.

Then you hear the splashes of water and as you take a final turn on the trail, you hit the brakes to see that you have arrived at Lover’s Lake. At least the part where the public is allowed to be. 

You looked around before you shrugged and turned the bike towards what looks to be a parking lot. You ride your motorbike and parked it horizontally so the front wasn’t facing the lake but the sides of it. 

You removed your gloves and next your helmet. You can’t help but notice the scratches on it and you dusted it off before you placed it on the handle bars.Then you lifted your thigh to sit on the bike facing the lake. You adjusted your skirt as the wind blew by making you pull your leather jacket around your body. You observed and marveled at how much the lovers' lake changed a bit. You remembered this wasn’t really a public park before, it was a clearing just like where you are parked and no benches around it. You remembered riding your bikes with Steve here and playing with the water or climbing the trees. Now almost a decade has passed and it's apparently a new attraction now.

You reach out for the can of beer you manage to sneak in from Steve’s hidden stash which he showed you one night when Harold and Miriam are asleep. (“You just became my favorite cousin Steve.” “I’m your only cousin Squirt,”) You pulled it out from the compartment behind your bike that is where you stashed your helmet but instead decided to use it as an ice box. 

You were just about to pop it open when you heard a rustling. You straightened immediately and jumped down the bike. Your right hand clenched over the cold beer, ready to use it as a weapon. You scanned the area and remained quiet. 

You heard it again and this time it's right in front of the bushes you are parked at. You hold the can tighter ready to throw it towards whatever is coming at you. You strained your eyes a bit to see but nothing still pops out. Your breathing started to grow heavy and your hearts started to race.

You inhaled sharply as it rustled again and held your breath as the bushes moved hastily. This time as if it's threatening to come out. It did not register to you that it was accompanied by grumbles and curses you were too focused on protecting yourself. You just threw the damn beer at it.

“Fucking hell– woah!” It took you a few blinks before you realized that the beer can was caught by someone and that someone is staring right back at you. Familiar brown doe eyes that you try not to stare at for the past few weeks since you returned to Hawkins centered your vision.

“Jesus Christ Eddie!” You exclaimed as you breathed out in relief. Eddie offered a sheepish smile as he waved with a hand that was not holding the beer can you threw.

“Hi, didn’t mean to scare you,” He mumbled as you just rolled your eyes at him. He then looked down at the beer can and raised both of his brows. “Where did you get this?” He asked, trying to divert the topic but you are too caught up with him appearing out of nowhere.

“Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be at Gareth's?” You can’t help but ask. Eddie raised a brow at that and when he did. You realized that it wasn’t really common knowledge that on Wednesday nights Eddie goes to Gareth’s house to practice and write songs for their band Corroded Coffin. Unless you have interest in the metal head and listened closely whenever he talks with someone in the group that isn’t you. Didn't you just advocate at your very first day about minding your own business?  Well shit.

“Are you aware of my schedule sweetheart?” He asked and you cleared your throat as you turned towards the ice box and retrieved another can. Not wanting to show the effect of that damn pet name. He started calling you after the first campaign you joined in. 

“Just overheard since you don’t know how to talk quietly.” You pointed out and Eddie mockingly looked offended before he chuckled. “Anyway, what the fuck are you doing behind the bushes?” You asked irritated as you finally popped the can open. You finally took a sip of it as you waited for him to answer. “You doing that is just doing justice to what they tell about you,”

Eddie in the process, motioned if he can have the beer and you just nodded. He carefully popped it open, knowing that it was shaken from the throw. It fizzled a lot and overflowed but he managed as he hastily took a drink of it.

“I have to make a deal,” He started as he moved towards you after drinking the beer. “It was in a private area near here. Had to cancel the practice.” He continued to tell you as you turned around and leaned on your bike instead. “During that, I heard a loud grunt of machinery. Had to check out who the hell would be coming here on a Wednesday night.”

You snickered at that. “You just want gossip.” You mused and this time it was Eddie who snickered as he finally stood beside you. You patted your bike indicating for him to freely lean on it which he did. “You snoop around for couples who are not supposed to be here.”

“Maybe, maybe not. It's a dealer’s occupational hazard you can say. We live for the drama,” 

This time you laughed and took another sip of the beer. “I think its just, you live for the drama Eddie,” 

“That is true,” He agreed with a nod as he took another sip of the beer. “Well, my alibi is taken care of. What are you doing here and how the hell did you manage to get some six-pack?”

You carefully took another sip of the beer as you tried to form a reason on why you are really out there. You can’t say you are trying to forget something, it would just cause a lot of more questions. You are not yet ready to tell it to anyone. Instead you have gone on the teasing route.

“Maybe I am trying to snoop out some gossip too,” You offered and Eddie snorted at that.

“You? Oh please, if I was talking to Harrington, I would believe that,”

You turned to him with a raised brow. “I am Harrington” you told him as if he was missing the point and Eddie shook his head as he turned to look at you.

“I know that, but you are not really like the Harrington. You are different from him,”

You raised a brow as you glanced at him before you turned your gaze back to the lake. “How do you say so? The last time we saw each other was in middle school and I just got here,”

Eddie was quiet for a while after the question and you can’t help but turn to look at him. He was already looking back at you but with a thoughtful gaze. 

“The girl I knew back then might be different from now but you are always different to me,” Eddie offered quietly. You felt your back straightened a bit as the atmosphere changed into something. “You might be a spitfire now after the tearing down you brought Billy Hargrove on your first day of school and the way you just brought down Tommy and Carol—”

“Oh, that was her name. I thought it was Cammy or Carrie,” You mused loudly and Eddie snorted at that.

“--But sometimes I see the girl I knew back in middle school. The one who never really cares about others lives as long as they stay out of yours. You never really meddle and you respect others' space. Just like you did mine a minute ago. You didn’t even ask anything about the deal I made which is my conclusion makes you different,”

“It's none of my business anyway Eddie,” You told him as you took a sip. “Besides, back at where I came from, it’s totally normal.”

“Really?” He asked as he finally leaned back again to the bike facing the lake.

“Yeah, I do hang around with dealers, they are my friends there,” You shared as you looked at him. “Though before you ask if I smoke or not. I don’t. I hate it. I was only there for the booze and D&D,” You added and Eddie nodded. You let the silence enveloped the two of you after that. Not wanting to say anything at all after that. 

You rolled Eddie’s words inside your head as to preoccupy you not to spill out the real reason you were there. Until it stopped as if a record scratch can be heard as you turned towards him.

“Wait, you still remember me back in middle school?” You asked surprised as Eddie nodded while he took a sip of his beer.

“Yes, how could I forget? You stole my runner up,” He quipped and you looked at him dumbfounded by that statement.

“I did not!” you started to protest as you pointed at him with one of the fingers still holding the can. “I won that fair and square jackass,”

Eddie laughed at your expression as he lifted his hands in an act of surrender. 

“I was joking, I knew that you were really great,” He told you as you leaned back on the bike and took a sip of your beer. “Besides, who would not forget the only person who looked good with a bob cut,”

“I actually did not recognize you until Steve pointed it out. All I remember about you is the buzzcut.” You offered to him ignoring the compliment and laughed as he clutched his heart dramatically as if hurt. 

“Ouch, that wasn’t a good thing to be remembered by,”

“I also remember you rocking it out at the talent show. It's a shame they didn't appreciate metal back then,” You just said to him and he smiled at that.

“They might not like it but I think someday their kids would,” He mumbled and you nodded in agreement. “You listened to them?”

“I dabble,” You told him. “You might have recommendations for me?” You asked and Eddie nodded. 

“I have some, remind me to give them to you the next time we see each other.” Eddie said and you hummed. Silence enveloped the both of you as the two of you took leisurely sips of the beer.

“So, you got the rundown of the School’s hierarchy by the King himself,” 

You snorted at that. “Apparently, he was dethroned– yup, you heard that right it was his words by the way— by Billy Hargrove,”

Eddie recoiled a bit at the mention of the name. You raised a brow at the expression. “Why did you make a face like that?”

“I might have a gossip or two about him,” He mumbled and your eyes widened at that. A smirk appeared on your face as you turned to Eddie. He saw that and he couldn't help but laugh. “You are one for gossip now?”

“Well, you are the one who thinks I'm not all for it. I do mind my business but if it's from someone I hate. I don’t mind having a fuel of my own against him,” You told him and he can’t help but laugh at that. “Now tell me,” you demanded as you waited eagerly.

Eddie looked over at you taking his time to examine your face. Though when you noticed you felt the heat creeping up to your face before you cleared your throat and wiggled your brows at him. He laughed before he took the final sip of his beer and crushed it in his hand. “Maybe next time,”

You groaned. “Oh come on! You can’t just leave me like that,” 

Eddie chuckled as he fished out what looked to be keys from his front pocket. “I already stayed long enough. I was supposed to do some grocery shopping for me and Wayne,” he told you as he started to walk backwards slowly. “Besides, it's a good conversation starter for next time.”

“For next time?’ You told him as you followed him with your eyes.

“Yes, next time you need a friend to talk to. Get you out of your head,” He said as he stopped walking. You stared at him a bit stunned as he looked at you with a soft smile. “I already saw you before I made my appearance. I know the look you have. I have that too, when you face crazy on a daily basis. You sometimes need to get yourself out of your head.”

You just stared at him stunned at how much he was able to read you despite the hard work you put on putting a strong front. Then his words are processed and you can’t help but tilt your head at him.

“Friend?” You mumbled and Eddie nodded as he offered a little bit of a confused expression but with a smile.

“Aren’t we?” He asked and you just blinked before chuckling. You nodded your head.

“Yeah we are,” you confirmed and Eddie bowed dramatically.

“Well then, my friend, I shall keep going.” He said and you nodded. He waved one last time as he turned back around. Probably walked back to his van but you can’t help but call out his name as you watched him.

He stopped and turned back to you. You stared back at him before you offered a small smile.

“Thank you, for not asking too much,” You told him and he nodded. 

“No problem sweetheart,”

Despite the threshold being walked over, you can’t help but feel a lot more than friendly feelings when the metal head is involved. It wasn’t really forgotten that you had a little crush on him back at middle school that no one knows about. You were that good at hiding things.

You relish the high of being friends and at least having people to be with in Hawkins but still it's the same Old Hawkins. Though Hawkins isn’t really the same without any small town drama that is apparently what Eddie thrives on and oddly Steve too.

You were quite shocked at how much you knew whatever was going around in Hawkins for the few weeks of your stay. You just got back and you already knew what happened inside the Whedon’s house (“I tell you Squirt, Jerry Whedon is cheating on his wife.” “How the hell can you even tell that Steve?” “Jerry just screams cheating, everytime he comes home late.” “You are spying on them Steve? Don’t you have anything better to do?”) when you have Steve Harrington, King of Hawkins as a cousin and Eddie “The Freak” Munson as a friend. (“Did you know that there is a girl who apparently haunts the woods. It was the talk of the town the same time when Will Byers disappeared.” “A girl, around these woods?” “Yes, surprisingly she was described walking around with a dress and a buzz cut.” “Just like you did back in middle school?” “you know what? Gareth is still a virgin.” “i know that already, Eds”)

The two people that had started to worm their way under your skin are just full of them and it helps you forget what you are trying to forget. Steve unknowingly becomes your rock as you try to recover from the “Shit Show”. You don’t know but you were thankful for him for that to the point when Harold and Miriam are out. You decided to treat him to a dinner spread. You pulled out your cookbook and made the only thing you know how to make. Lasagna which Steve devoured the minute it was given to him.

“Not going to rain on your parade, Squirt but what is this for?” Steve asked after he chowed down two servings and looked to be reaching for his third while you were just trying to finish your first serving. You looked at him, shocked that he picked up that you have another intention of serving the lasagna. Steve must have seen your expression as he looked at you slightly offended. “I might be a Jerk and quite dense. I do have a brain underneath all this hair.” He mumbled.

You can’t help but snort at that. “Good thing you have a brain underneath that. It's a waste of genes if nothing is underneath that.”

“Hey! You are trying to divert the topic by insulting me. What’s going on?” He asked and you sighed as you looked up at him as you took a sip of the iced tea he made. Steve looked over at you with raised brows and when he noticed your hesitation to share. His expression softened. “You okay? You know you can talk to me right?”

“Yes, I'm okay Steve. I am just—” you stopped as you moved the last bit of the lasagna around your plate. “Grateful, to you. Despite your protest in the first day—”

“---I’m sorry about that okay—”

“--- I know as I was saying, I was just grateful to you. You have been someone constant here in Hawkins for me. I was half expecting you to ignore me after that spectacle in the cafeteria but you didn’t. So, thank you.”

Steve looked at you for a while before he offered a smile.

“It’s nothing Squirt. You are my one and only cousin. Also, you kind of made this house less lonely.” He said and the both of you are quiet for a while before you scrunch your nose.

“It's kind of unsettling to talk about feelings with you,” You told him and Steve rolled his eyes.

“I don’t even know if that was an insult or not but thank you for the Lasagna.” Steve mumbled and you just offered a smirk at him. You two ate for a while before he spoke again. “But if you want to talk about feelings or just about anything to me. You can, you know that right?” He said and looked at you pointedly.

You sighed. “Yes mom”

Then there is Eddie, despite being portrayed as oblivious and too loud enough not to notice the lives of everyone around him. He is quite in tuned to the people he said he considered close friends. You were happy that despite the short time that you both spent with each other after being away for so long. He considered you one of his friends. Well, you might want to be more than friends with him at times but nah. You are fucked up as it is now. You don’t want to add up in his fucked up life — his words not yours.

He becomes your constant person too. The Wednesday meetings at the lover’s lake became your thing with him. He even goes there without a deal knowing you would be there nursing some beer. Sometimes he would bring his own drink. He offered you a smoke but you didn't do that and refused. Though you don’t stop him from taking some.

“Ohh, spitfire! Nice to meet you here,” Eddie said as he walked over to you after he slammed the Van’s door closed. He waved the six pack on his hand while you waved the take out burgers from the diner. 

“As if you don’t know I am already here,” you mused and Eddie just shrugged. He motioned for you and you walked towards the back of his Van. He opened it to reveal a cozy set up. It was carpeted and the seats are up. In the middle are blankets and pillows. You raised a brow at that.

“This is cozy, do you usually do this with other people?” You asked. Slightly unnerved by the idea he does this with other girls. Not that you should be unnerved or you don’t know… jealous? You were just friends, after all. When you turned to look at Eddie he was looking at you with a smile at his face and his cheeks, reddened?

“Not really, this is newly installed. Thought I could have the Van a makeover,” He told you and you raised a brow at him. He climbed in and settled down on it. He removed his shoes while he looked back at you. “Aren’t you coming?” 

You smiled and sat on the edge of the door. “Just need to remove these combat boots,” you told him and Eddie smiled. You heard him shuffled around and then the sound of Black Sabbath’s song was played on low. When you finally removed it, you climbed up as you gave him the food while you settled the boots near the opened doors. You settled beside him as you dusted your jeans off.

Eddie wordlessly opened a bottle for you and you opened a container for him. The two of you exchanged silent thanks and the two dug in without another word. The Van is facing the lake and the two are cozy. 

“Are any of your thoughts bothering you today?” Eddie asked as he took his second beer. You were on your third already. You looked over at him before you gave a small smile.

“On a daily basis, it's just quieter today,” You told him as you looked back out. “Maybe these Wednesday outings helps,”

Eddie hummed. “If you are ready to share those thoughts, you know you can tell me?” He said and that made you look back at him. A feeling of dejavu ran over you as you swore you heard Steve say the same words. The difference is, the feeling it gave you. While Steve offered acceptance, to Eddie it felt like he was offering shelter. Somewhere you are protected and safe. Security. Something you struggled with ever since Utah.

“You sound like Steve,” you told him, trying to tamper your feelings. Eddie scrunched his nose at that.

“Out of all the people you compare me with, it's your cousin? It's like saying I'm like your brother,” Eddie told you, the indignation and disbelief clear in his voice and that made you laugh.

“You don’t want me to be my brother?” you mused as you laughed.

“No,” that abruptly stopped your laugh as you looked at him. The conviction and the finality of that word made something in your stomach flip. Eddie is looking at you with something unreadable in his eyes before it turns playful. “Not a brother, more like your sexy friend,”

That made you roll your eyes at him. “Sexy? Really? Oh gosh Eddie Munson. If they could hear how cocky you are, they would think twice about calling you a freak. You should be called a jerk instead.”

“Why do you think I have that nickname sweetheart? Me being the freak is not just about what I like to do but also what I do behind closed doors,”

You gasped and couldn't help but throw a napkin at him. The image of Eddie in bed, doing things to a partner or specifically you is not something you don’t need right now. Gosh, it would just fuel the fantasies you have at night. Eddie laughed at your reddening face.

“Gosh, that is such a perverted thing to say.” You huffed out as Eddie finally stopped laughing and you ran out of things to throw at him.

“At least it made you not think too much,” Eddie offered and you just shook your head as you finished off your beer. You stretched a bit after that as Eddie finally opened the last beer. You winced a bit as you felt a slight pain over your stomach. A brief flash of what happened to you making you wince. Eddie noticed it too apparently.

“Hey you okay?” You looked at him as you rubbed your stomach. 

“Oh, I’m just too full,” you lied and Eddie stared at you before he nodded. You rubbed it trying to quell it.

“If you say so, anyway, I do have a new gossip,” Eddie mumbled and you looked over at him waiting to tell you who it was about. “Its about Billy Hargrove guess who he tried to seduce this time?”

“Who?” 

“Jerry Whedon’s wife,”

“Oh fuck! No way?!” 

With that effectively drowned out your thoughts as he regaled you again with the gossip he managed to get from other people.

Though, the things you try to bury, loom over you. You swore everytime Steve or Eddie spill out gossip or even just tell you about their day or previous experience. They know you are spiraling inside your head again. Steve being ever the nosy one asked a lot of questions until you jokingly insult him and successfully diverts the topic he would stop. Eddie would not ask unless you permitted him to ask you. Which you appreciate from the metal head. If he is not laying out gossip about Billy Hargrove or any other person that you might find interested in Hawkins. He even shares some stories about Wayne, his band or some of his campaign ideas. (“Aren’t you supposed to keep some of it a secret from me? I play in your campaigns Eds,” “I can make exceptions just for you sweetheart.”)

You successfully immersed yourself in drama and other things, at least enough not to get involved but of course. It's inevitable for drama to finally come to you when you are related to Steve Harrington.

On the day of the said party, Steve and Nancy had a fall out. Fortunately, you were there to drive the two of you home. You weren’t keen on taking your bike and decided to ride with Steve. Being the great cousin that you are, you let him rant about him and Nancy. Finally getting the details of what the hell is going on with them.

Apparently, there is a third party and something happened a few months back before you came that he is not allowed to talk about. You did not bother to ask, too occupied with driving since it has been long since you drove a car. You have been driving around with your motorbike since you are sixteen.

Finally, when the both of you reached the house and he was still in the middle of the rant.

“---So I left her there at the bathroom—” You stopped the car abruptly making Steve stop mid rant and nearly flew towards the dashboard. Steve exclaimed your name in the process as he settled back. You turned towards him in a huff.

“You left her? Drunk? Are you fucking kidding me right now, Steve?”

“Yes I did leave her there– ouch! What was that for?”

“You left her there! I think even if you are angry and you claim to love the girl. At least you could have fucking taken her home, Steven!” You exclaimed and this time Steve cursed. You rolled your eyes at him before stepping out of the car. Steve stared at you confused as you rolled your eyes at him. “Drive you asshole!”

He hastily moved towards the Driver seat and sped up after that, though the next day he informed you that someone took her home already then he was off to another rant. This time a guy named Jonathan, popped out of nowhere and it sounded familiar because the next thing you know. It has been two days since it happened and you had enough.

“---I don’t even know anymore—”

“Oh for the love of all that is holy, SHUT UP!” You exclaimed and Steve immediately went silent. You took a deep breath before you turned towards him. You pointed a finger at his chest.

“Do you love Nancy?” 

“Yes,” he said without any hesitation.

“Then you haul your ass up and go there to her now. Apologize for leaving her behind and TALK,” You told him as Steve stared at you. When he didn’t move, you rolled your eyes before you clutched the lapels of his jacket and hauled his app. Surprising him with your strength as you took the keys to his car.

“Where are we going?!” 

“I’ll make sure you go to Nancy, Jerk and before that we have to buy her some flowers. Then you will grovel your ass,” You stopped right in front of his car and you turned towards him. “Are we clear?”

Steve stared at you before he nodded.

“Okay, yes, okay.” You just threw him the key while you opened the door and sat inside it. The two of you made quick work with the flowers. (“Is this—” “No.” “how about—” “That’s for a funeral, Jerk. Just settle for the roses,”)

As the two of you stopped right in front of the house, you failed to notice a bike thrown on the ground and a young boy with a cap calling out to someone in the house.

“Now, you take this—” You shoved the rose to his chest, “-- and grovel your ass off.”

Steve didn’t talk as he nodded and walked, fixing his hair. You watched amused as he muttered to himself but was stopped short by a young kid with what looks to be a walkie talkie on his hip.

You didn’t hear some of what they were talking about but the young kid was asking him about something as he walked towards the car. 

“--- you still have that bat?” The kid asked and Steve looked at him shocked. 

“Ugh, yes?”

“Then let’s go! It's an emergency— wait, who are you?” The kid stopped short as he saw you on the passenger seat. You raised a brow at him.

“Who are you?” You asked him back.

“That is why I tell you it's not the time Dustin. She’s my cousin—”

“Well, we will explain everything to her on the way.” Dustin, the kid shooed him and went towards the back door and slid in. Steve just stared dumbfounded and that seemed to irritate the kid. “What are you standing there, come on! This is a matter of life and death!”

That spurred Steve on as he hastily went back to the driver’s seat while you stared confused.

“What the hell is going–”

“We are trying to find what could possibly be a baby demogorgon,” Your eyes widened at that.

“Excuse me, what now?” You asked as you turned to look at the boy. Trying to process if you heard him right.

“A demogorgon, it's a D&D–”

“Yeah, I know what a demogorgon is. The prince of demons, I fought against it too many times in the campaigns I’m in, it's sickening,” you told him and Dustin seemed to be shocked about that. He turned to Steve then to you.

“Are you sure you are related to him?” He asked and Steve rolled his eyes before the two of you got into any discussion Steve interrupted.

“Are you really going to tell her something that we promised not to tell?” You looked even more confused and taken aback at the information overload you are receiving.

“We have to, she’s here and we do not have time to hide things when a demogorgon baby is out there!”

“She’s my cousin! I don’t want her involved in any of this! She already came out from something bad back at her—”

“Wait a fucking minute!” You exclaimed. “Can someone please explain to me what the hell is going on and where we are going anyway!”

That seemed to recenter them as Steve sighed and looked over at Dustin at the rearview mirror. The kid ignored him and turned to you.

“First, we need supplies. Buckets, fresh meat and weapons.” Then he turned to you with a serious expression. “You might not believe what is going to come out of my mouth but it's the truth,” He started as he chanced a glance at Steve who in turn glanced at you. 

You just watched them completely confused and bewildered but you saw the hesitation to share. Maybe they were right, you might not believe whatever is going to be said because for god's sake. The Demogorgon only exists in fantasy; it's impossible to exist in the real world.

It was supposed to be imagination for fuck sakes and this is Hawkins! Same old boring Hawkins or apparently is not fucking boring anymore.

“It's okay after what you are going to hear, you might not believe us and you want nothing to do with it but we swear it's the truth.” Dustin continued as he watched you.

You sighed as you just looked over at the both of them. Same fucking old boring Hawkins huh. Fuck it. “Try me then,”

“You asked for it,” Steve said and Dustin launched into the most bewildering story you could ever hear. About a girl named Eleven, their friend Will missing and a lab in Hawkins that is eerily familiar with the lab your father worked at in Utah. The mindflayer and now the demogorgon which was not exactly the prince of demon but a fucking contender which apparently, your cousin Steve together with Nancy and the boy he mentioned before Jonathan killed a few months back.

You sat there shell shocked at the revelation but the odd thing is, you fucking believed them because despite it was a kid who was telling the story. It was Steve’s face that gave it away. Now you recognize the face he makes when you always tell that it was the same old Hawkins, that whatever he is going through with Nancy can be fixed easily and why he goes into a tangent everytime they fight.

Silence filled the car as they reached the butcher shop and when you finally gathered your thoughts you spoke.

“Fuck, Same Old Hawkins they say, apparently its not so boring anymore.” you mumbled as you turned towards them. The two of you looked a bit confused at your statement. You sighed. “Fuck, I wanted to not believe you but part of me believes it.”

Then you turned towards Dustin, “Are you sure it's that demogorgon’s baby that you named Dart and nurtured into almost adulthood?” You asked him.

“Maybe it's just a lizard?” Steve offered and Dustin just looked at the both of you with irritation.

“Yes I'm sure because his face opened up and he ate my cat.” Dustin offered and Steve raised his brows at that while you just stared at him. When Dustin noticed that he added. “When it opens its face it becomes their mouth that could eat,”

“Well, fuck.” you said as you leaned back on your seat.

“Truly utterly fuck,” Steve glared at Dustin who just shrugged. 

“In my defense, the guy was cute at first and I didn’t know!”

Knowing it's a lost cause to lecture Dustin, Steve turned towards you. “You sure you okay? You can walk out. I could drop you off at the house.”

“And what? Sit in the house and wait for someone to tell me that you are dead in some ditch?” You mused as you leaned back against the seats with a scoff. You have nowhere to go even if you hightailed it out of there. You thought. You can’t go anywhere and this is a better swap than the shit show.  “I can’t walk out Steve. Not when one of the family members I left is in danger. I might as well keep your head in between your shoulders or anything intact. We still need the Harrington name to spread out.”

“I should be insulted with that last but I’m not,” Steve sighed as Dustin snorted. “Just so you know, I managed to kill an adult demodog with a bat,”

“Ugh, not really, I remember it was Nancy who killed it based on their stories,”  Dustin interjected.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” You told him as he rolled his eyes at you. “Besides, if you say these creatures don't seem to be killed easily. I might have something that would help.” You said as you remembered one of your katanas that is also another thing you invested with has been shipped safely. It's a shame it came a day late to Utah. It could have been useful for the shit show. It's now hiding underneath your bed. 

“You have something better than a bat with nails?” Steve asked, confused and you smirked.

“Yes,” you mused and Steve was about to ask for more when Dustin interrupted.

“I think we are spending too much time here, we need to go!”

“Okay! I’ll just get the raw meat and we will go by my house to get some pails,” Steve turned towards Dustin who smiled dreamily at you. Steve reached out and flicked his hat. “You better have a plan when I get back,Henderson.”

“Just go!” He exclaimed and he moved towards the Butcher grumbling. Dustin then turned towards you.

“Are you really sure you are related to him?” He asked one more time and this time you can’t help but laugh. Laugh not just at his question but at the absurdity of the situation. You were supposed to be there for a year but now it seems like you are in it for more. It's not bad having fun when you get involved with being friends with Eddie or hearing about gossip but being involved in a government and catastrophe level type of shit. 

Well, this is giving Utah a run for its money. To be continued.

[briamichellewrites]

49

Keith received an apology in the form of a text message from Brie. She apologized for her drug use and for getting him involved, including anything she may have said to him. He thanked her for her apology. Addiction made people do things they wouldn’t do sober. He wasn’t angry with her, just sad because he never wanted her to go through what he went through.

He wanted to visit her, so she gave him the name of the rehab center. She was staying there for six months. If he was ever in the area, she would love to see him. He like everyone else, saw her drug use being played out in the media. It wasn’t funny but people were treating her like a joke. They always went after people during their most vulnerable moments, when they needed the most help and support. Just so people could make fun of them.

Being back in rehab was weird, even though he was just visiting. He went to the front desk and a woman greeted him. How can I help you? He was there to visit a friend, Brie Shinoda. After finding the name, she brought him to the visitor’s area to wait for her. Thank you. When she walked over to him, he saw a very beautiful woman with glowing skin and gorgeous hair. Oh my god! He laughed.

He hugged her happily. They sat down together and he asked her how she was. She was up and down. It just depended on the mood. What happened? She became homeless after her overdose because the apartment she was staying in kicked her out for drug use. Her friends tried to get her into rehab multiple times but she refused and ran away. She ended up being caught stealing her friend’s antidepressant medication because she was desperate. They got it back.

Finally, her friend, Brad Pitt kidnapped her and held her hostage until her ex-husband and his boyfriend got home. He had made her sit in a chair and handcuffed her ankles, so she couldn’t escape. Her ex-husband’s boyfriend started talking to her about going back into the studio until she broke down and agreed to get help.

“He kidnapped you?”

“He invited me over and then handcuffed my ankles. I don’t even want to know why he had handcuffs to begin with but anyway.”

He laughed. “How are you friends with Brad Pitt?”

“He was my neighbor, so he would come over to hang out whenever he was home. When I moved in after buying my house, he came over and helped me move in.”

It was her house and her ex-husband was living in it? Yeah, she gave it to him in the divorce because it was just easier for him and their twins. She didn’t know if his boyfriend was living with them or not. Why were they getting divorced? They were getting divorced because she couldn’t be a mother due to her mental health issues.

He and his boyfriend were going to adopt the twins and share custody with the biological father. To do that, they had to divorce. It wasn’t anything traumatic. That made sense when he thought about it. He was letting her keep her last name because it was a pain in the ass to change it legally.

Belly laughs were contagious. The twins loved watching their silly grandfather. Patti shared a video she took of them with Bruce on the floor with Brie, Jessica, Sam, and Evan. Every time they laughed, it made the adults laugh. Cute! They were getting so big! Jessica couldn’t wait to see them again. Maybe the next time they were in LA, they could take them for a day to give Mike and Phoenix a break. Bruce and Patti had nothing but wonderful things to say about them.

They were both cared for by two daddies who loved them. Soon, they would be crawling all over the place and they would have to watch them carefully. How was Brie doing? She was doing better. Her mind was clear and she was able to look back at why she started using drugs. They told their children what they learned during their visit.

She was diagnosed with body dysmorphia, which was a type of OCD. Her mind obsessed over flaws in her body and she couldn’t get rid of the intrusive thoughts. She was learning how to manage her illness and her views of her body. What did she think was wrong with it? She hated her stomach. They thought she hated her body in general because everything she saw was things she wanted to change. Whether that was through plastic surgery or cosmetics.

It started after having the twins. They also learned that she started using cocaine in Paris and why she did it. It was so stupid. She never should have done it. Did she know how stupid it was? Yeah, she did. She had a lot of regret about it. Her friends had tried different times to get her help but she always ran away. It was Phoenix who finally got her to go.

“He asked her about her new album and what she wanted to do. Did she want to still do country or did she want to try something different? That got her to start thinking about her future. It took about an hour of them just talking before she broke down and agreed to get help”, Bruce explained.

They should meet Phoenix. He thought they would like him. Was that Mike’s boyfriend? Yeah. They thought they were living together but they didn’t know if it was official or not. It wasn’t their business. He was a great father to the twins and a wonderful boyfriend to Mike. Was that his real name? They didn’t think so but they couldn’t remember what his real name was. David, maybe? Something like that.

Yeah, it’s David or Dave but we call him Phoenix for his red hair. He goes by whatever. – Mike

The nickname made sense after it was explained to them. He was the calm Mike needed, especially during the situation with Brie. When he was stressed out, he was there to take over. They saw genuine love between them. Even though Mike would not be a legal in-law after the divorce, he would always be a part of their family.

phoenixlp: Brie has been a part of Linkin Park for a few years now. She is one of the most energetic, annoying, funny, and all-around beautiful people I’ve had the honor of meeting. Addiction sucks. It takes the people you love and transforms them into someone they don’t want to be. Underneath is the same person we have come to know and love. Inside is a woman threatening to kick my ass, calling me an asshole (lovingly, of course), and forcing all of us to listen to country music. We love you, @brielikethecheese, and can’t wait for you to come home!

The picture he posted was of her giving him the devil horns while in the studio. They were goofing off when he called out to her. He laughed when he took the picture on his phone. Looking back on it, he wished he could have kept her from experimenting with drugs. They didn’t know that going to Paris would cause her to have an addiction.

His account received new followers in Patti and Jessica, who also commented on his post. Linkin Park and their fans also left comments in support of Brie. She texted him later after seeing the post to thank him. It wasn’t a problem. He meant every word. She loved him and the band because they were her brothers. Putting his phone down, he looked over at everyone. They were waiting to start rehearsing but they were backed up because the equipment wasn’t working.

Everyone was on their phones patiently waiting. Rob and Brad were sitting in different places to not make it obvious they were in a secret relationship. After confessing to Elisa about sleeping with him, she demanded a divorce if he wasn’t willing to go to marriage counseling and stop the affair. He was falling in love with Rob and he was caught between him and his family.

While he figured out what he wanted, he was not allowed to come home. He was staying with Rob at his apartment. It would be hard to keep his hands off him during the tour but he would have to. They were too private to have their affair exposed. After an hour, their equipment was fixed. They thanked the mechanic as they got up and went to their instruments. At least it was only an hour and not an entire day. They had time to make up for it.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon @fiickle-nia @boricuacherry-blog

[thatonesquintern13]

episode six - how to save a life:

• OKAY EPISODE TITLE WAS SPECIFICALLY FOR ME I THINK !!!!

• opening right where we left off thank god

• suzanna also thinks it was coyle’s doing!!

• “it was one thing to include my father, but jacob?” include them in what!

• “i might not have been entirely honest about the situation with jacob” no kidding dude he’s going to be EXECUTED 🤧

• okay. coyle told jacob he could get him back to port haven if he stole some of the ~already illegal~ rum and sold it to the brits. and jacob got caught i guess

• and suzanna knew that coyle was shady but didn’t know he’d involved jacob

• to be fair katherine, i’m not sure why you trusted him in the first place

• and now she’s just banging on the prison doors

• taken directly to The Crown !?! 😟

• katzanna crumbs 🤭

• askdhajdh these two can not keep the secret of time travel a SECRET

• but suzanna is right. now katherine knows exactly where to look. unfortunately, that is in the execution book kacey was reading in the last ep 😭😭😭

• - present day -

• dell i’ve not forgiven you 🫵🏽🤨

• a landline???

• “this is his mother. was.” WHOMST IS CALLING ABOUT JACOB???

• the police?? found something???

• i mean probably not gonna amount to anything given the 1814 of it all buttttt that’s worse right? bc if it’s not jacob then… 🫣

• also don’t call dell and get her all worked up about it until you know!

• oh school started

• “is it possible to just knock like a normal person?” not likely elliot, sorry

• “do you have another brilliant matchmaking plan that you’re willing to share with me? sorry your last one was a total failure. also please don’t to that again, thanks.” hey! it did work! for like two seconds, but still

• oh this shot of dell at the table is beautiful.

• sad colton flashback ):

• “a landry never gives up hope” 😪

• alice why would we tell dell that is the same as the police calling

• how are they both meeting kat at the herald when they HAVE SCHOOL

• the execution book🫣

• okay i feel like jacob isn’t gonna be in there but i am worried suzanna will be in there

• i’ll throw up

• see, no jacob! and also no suzanna (for now)

• yeah kat didn’t really think she’d be going back to 1814 when she stole byron new guy’s job

• where is he btw

• you can’t time travel AND run a newspaper everybody knows this

• so now not only were they late to school to talk to kat, but they’re also skipping out so they can publish her paper too 😭

• “oof you look like something the cat drug in” dell once again dragging kat for filth 🥴

• i know whyyy they can’t tell dell about the pond but i just think a lot of their conflict would be resolved if she knew where they were half the time

• landry women are not very good at processing grief !!

• a polaroid of the red converse!

• oooh and a key!!!

• with a goodwin crest!!

• kat found the key in jacob’s thingssss

• this is going to be another cycle of the key was there bc kat was there and kat was there bc the key was there isn’t it

• and the british soldiers weren’t even british!

• oh we think it’s a little double crossed situation

• (i also forgot that the reason we saw that scene with coyle and cyrus was bc kat was there lol)

• her theory makes sense but it still doesn’t really explain why cyrus would want to take jacob.

• UNLESS cyrus doesn’t know that coyle is behind the rum selling and he thinks jacob did that on his own….

• “yes, the one who shot me” 😭

• howwww can kat justify leaving right now!! she knows time works different for the pond. it will take her back to when she needs to be, i think staying and comforting dell for one day would be okay. plus putting it all on alice?? not cool

• kat and alice using the same language about jacob (“we both know it’s not him”) and kat and dell using the same language about the phone calls (“they’re useless”) 🤌🏽

• kat and dell hug and i love yous!!! it’s not a fix but it’s progress!!

• but dell also can’t believe she is “going to work” right now

• - 1814 -

• see it’s only been like. 6 hours since they took jacob

• oh suddenly coyle knows it was goodwin who took jacob🤨

• katherine it’s important to remember that coyle WILL shoot you

• but keep yelling at him it’s what he deserves

• a double double cross!?

• “he’ll be under lock and key” “you mean a key like this?” 😏

• - present day -

• now alice is leaving???

• dell it literally is not okay. tell these girls what you want, what you NEED! you don’t have to do this alone 😭

• a dell flashback

• do we think dell kept the landline because of the jacob phone calls ):

• oh! a psychic! she says she’s seen jacob??

• i believe her.

• colton is yelling

• she saw jacob in the pond! calling dell’s name 🥺😭

• i feel like this is going to be a surprise tool that’s going to help us later

• pete’a the horse is he’a. unfortunately so is sam

• “what, did you bewitch him?” WITCH👀

• he’s TAKING the colton horse????

• if the horse doesn’t want to go, the horse doesn’t want to go 😤

• never been more convinced that the horse is colton

• oh no another phone call 😰

• oh god it was just a TELEMARKETER

• dell i know i just told you to share your feelings but now i’m retracting that bc i don’t want sam knowing about you 😤

• the horse is staying!!! let’s gooo

• “if you ever need me, i’ll be here” no thx 🫶🏽😁

• don’t invite him IN

• ugh

• - 1814 -

• suzanna i love that you have the ability to drug people in 1814. girlboss

• it scratches something in my brain every time katherine says suzanna’s name.

• to be fair, katherine probably has the most knowledge of the goodwin estate considering she’s been in there the most. and she also! has the key!

• idk coyle. goodwin’s men aren’t exactly your besties right now??

• suzanna nooo you can’t sacrifice yourself

• “i may have refused cyrus, but he won’t refuse me.” oh?

• BETROTHED?! to cyrus??

• oh god she was a DEAL MADE with cyrus by her fatherrr

• she’s kinda disney princessing it up

• wait is this why the augustines aren’t represented in the founding families?!

• oh! she’s not even marrying jacob for love! she’s marrying him for convenience also!

• katzanna has never been so back

• jacob is marrying her so cyrus can’t retaliate against her. he’s protecting her!

• that’s why cyrus captured jacob!

• “he’d recognize you as a decoy. you’d be run out of town, or worse!” exactly what i’ve been worried about this whole time

• i think i see a surprise tool in the background here

• teamwork makes the dream work

• hey! i i was right! the surprise tool

• am i supposed to know who this wig belongs to / why there’s a wig there?

• dresses similar to who? and what does suzanna mean ‘they’re not exactly dresses’?

• - present day -

• oh god not adobe indesign 😭 a personal jumpscare

• “i don’t know how this layout program actually works” same elliot that’s how i felt every time i had to use it

• and i also had to google how to use it every time. no shame brotha

• ohh a newspaper

• (in the herald, yeah likely place for it to be)

• a jacob write up ):

• “jacob landry has been gone as long as he was with us” 😔

• and a sticky note.

• on an article evelyn goodwin wrote about the youths of port haven

• ohhoohoo we’re getting to the lingermore incident

• elliot you have to work on not being suspicious

• is alice gonna go back to 2007??? bc she would have like… born by then wouldn’t she???

• maybe she was born in 2008

• yeah she gonna take that newspaper with her

• AH forgot about sam

• okay byeeee

• noo another phone call flashback ):

• *two wine glasses* “oh. sam dropped by. he’s gonna leave stormy here.” “that’s good. you love that horse” hehe that’s so unintentionally backhanded i love it 🤪

• “there’s not an answer to what happened to my boy, and there will always be questions” oh delly if only you knew how hard kat was working to get you those answers!!

• “why don’t you get rid of the phone?” “no. no, honey we can’t do that. […] we kept it because it’s the only number that jacob knew” oh 🥺🥺🥺 that’s worse than what i thought 😭

• -1814 -

• the goodwin estate 👀

• quien es?? that’s a very modern looking man

• see i can’t trust coyle bc he is very good at fooling these guys into thinking he didn’t know jacob was selling the rum.

• (sidebar: the actress who plays suzanna reminds me of rachel zegler.)

• the plan is lowkey planning??

• oooh the candle in the window love that

• white witch katherine!!!

• i know it’s likely jacob is in the basement but i still don’t trust coyle idk

• cyrus goodwin is an ugly man how did he think he could pull suzanna

• “a toast, to what should be an excellent night” as he drinks the poison rum yup yup🤌🏽

• katherine in the tunnelssss

• what kind of prison would be unlocked katherine that’s the whole reason you’re there with the key

• oh god she’s already been caught. the costume didn’t work for even one second

• SUZANNA

• “this isn’t part of the plan?” “you’re welcome. you would be dead without me” ROMANCE

• “how did you even find me?” “i know these tunnels like the back of my hand” don’t wanna think about why suzanna would know the tunnels ):

• oh nvm it’s bc her father was a smuggler with thomas. i forgot about that again

• coyle where are you goingggg you’re supposed to stay with the passed out men to keep an eye outttt can’t trust him

• oh he’s not leaving.

• oh god cyrus woke up

• suzanna you knew this was a possibility 😭

• ooh are they going to start the legend of the white witch RIGHT NOW????

• they are!!!!!

• girls are so smart.

• when in doubt just manipulate and gaslight them into thinking you’re a witch. works every time.

• but it’s also funny bc suzanna and katherine… don’t look that much alike?? they’re just wearing the same dress??

• i mean he was poisoned so i guess

• “be still, witch!” *leo dicaprio point meme*

• and then they just walk away like it was nothing

• SEE a locked door

• look at that the key worked

• oh no

• jacob is to’ up 🤧

• but alive

• - present day -

• aww dell is asleep with the little teddy bear

• another phone call 🙃

• “it’s not jacob” i mean we knew but 😔

• ughh dell reliving the terrible feelings of those first phone calls and how she treated kat. she needs kat to be here right now!! there needs to be forgiveness and closure there!!

• “please don’t leave me” 🥺

• alice you better stay home ALL DAY TODAY

• - 1814 -

• okay jacob you can wake up nowwww

• despite suzanna marrying jacob for his protection, there is love there. you can tell

• “he has to see me. that way he knows that neither of you, especially suzanna, had anything to do with this.” i thought it was augustines always help landrys but idk guys i also think landrys always help augustines!!!!

• also suzanna and katherine communicating with just a look. mmhmm mhmm

• we’re about to get the series opener / season 1 finale running through the woods scene!!!!

• okay white witch katherine!!! slayyyy 🤌🏽 with the fire?? are you kidding me

• “you are not suzanna.” yes that’s obvious is suzanna the only woman these people know?

• “you stole suzanna’s face, didn’t you?” once again theyyyy do not look alike.

• “you’re a witch!” *olivia wilde nodding.gif*

• HERE IT IS! THE SCENE!

• oh coyle’s there helping her get away!!

• she dropped the key!!!

• THE KEY IS THERE BC KATHERINE WAS THERE BC THE KEY WAS THERE !!!!

• what happened will always happen!!!

• the disappearing into the pond isn’t really helping the witch thing

• and that key just sat there for 185 years? okay.

• baby jacob! the polaroid! (beautiful shot once again props to the director)

• fin.

📺: the way home - season two

season one recap 🩵

episode one - the space between:

• watching the ‘previously on’ like i didn’t just spend the week recapping it

• thought this was jacob and dell but it’s just another little boy and older lady

• “it will always take you where you need to go.” 👀

• picking up where season one left off. kat and dell were literally JUST healing and now where back to murder boarding

• oh we’re just immediately jumping into the FROZEN pond

• it didn’t work!

• kat you know that’s not how it works !! just get out before you freeze!!!

• oh god now alice is in the pond

• and YEAH we’re BENEATH THE ICE

• ALICE

• KAT DONT YOU KNOW CPR

• CHEST COMPRESSIONS

• oh god alice is back okay

• so much just happened oh my god

• a note for kat on elliot’s door ):

• me and elliot squabbin the next time i see him 😤

• (did anyone else’s school use the word squab around like 2015?? 2016??)

• “if i’ve learned anything these last few months it’s the worst thing to waste is time.” i gUESS!

• now how can a dog time travel 😭 the pond is SICK for that

• “the pond is done with us, allie. we have to be done with it.” we’ll see

• they’re making a pact to stay in the present

• time jump! seven months laterrrr

• hello?? DECODE PARAMORE?!?!

• and kat is jogging through the woods like is this twilight???

• passed elliot’s (still empty) house. hayley williams is right, how did we get here 😭

• ofc kat is listening to decode she’s an emo millennial

• if you think about it this kinda is like twilight. she’s gonna jump off a cliff next probably

• dell landry: bee keeping age!!!

• where’d the horse come from? 🤨

• “hey, boy. who are you?” oh so neither of us know okay

• oh! it’s the last day of school!

• not spencer from school pulling up

• and maybe zoe from school? hard to say

• alice is leaving!? oh going to the states with brady

• “that’s the thing about shared custody, eventually you have to share.” rip /:

• ugh r*chel mention

• “i am screening your next guy! these last two, they’ve been so very disappointing.” LAST TWO!?

• oh she meant brady and elliot 😂

• “brady only disappointed in the later years. we don’t.. we don’t talk about elliot.” yeah still too soon formerly nemesis monica

• lol so new guy leaves (suspiciously 🤨) and kat is like “okay fiiine i’ll take over the herald and hire myself back!! if i must!!!”

• and good for her!

• oh someone’s died 😰

• evelyn goodwin??

• oldest member of the most prestigious (and wealthiest) family in port haven. an institution, dell says!

• linger?more?

• oh elliot has the AUDACITY to send post cards 😤

• yeah, alice you’re right to roll your eyes at him!!

• we’re getting so much landry lore!

• but also more evidence for my jacob is his own ancestor theory

• the landrys were a founding family of port haven with the aforementioned goodwins

• dell talking about HAPPY MEMORIES OF COLTON!!!! 🥹

• we’re throwing a summer partyyyy

• landry ladies kitchen dancing 🥹

• ruined! by brady calling 😤

• oh so kat and alice are on the same wavelength as me. no wonder kat knows so much about her great great whoevers

• they stuck to their word, no pond!

• “yeah, well. elliot’s not around anymore to give us those pearls of wisdom.” “when are you gonna let that go?” no, no. hold that grudge, alice.

• “elliot promised that he would always be there to help, and when we needed him the most […], he bails.” just like the avatar 😪

• can’t help but notice the herald is brighter now that new guy is gone.

• now i know brady isn’t trying to blame KAT for the shared custody thing

• are we ever gonna be introduced to rachel bc now it’s getting suspicious

• “alice is no distraction, she’s the glue” she really is huh 😭

• ooooh evelyn goodwin put the herald in her will???

• kat is going to ✨lingermore✨

• (i’m guess that’s the goodwin estate?)

• “no wonder you turned the herald into a weekly, you’re always here” okay dell kinda ate with that one 😭

• “i’m going up the hill” me: kate bush?

•but also: *eerie music change* “i’m going with you.”

• okay now i’m scared of lingermore

• oh something has Happened here…

• sorry, evelyn saved everything to open a museum and her son was just like “eh oh well. gonna sell.” ??? hate men.

• oooh but now the herald gets it all!!

• now kat has the entire history of port haven at her fingertips! finding jacob has literally never been easier.

• oh something Sinister has Happened here… 😰

• alice! step away from that pond! you promised your mother!!

• oh she’s just coming to say goodbye ):

• girl back up that’s literally how you fell in the first time!!

• oh it’s LITERALLY how she fell in the first time? the bracelet hello???

• i do enjoy that when i gasp now it’s actually stuff i am surprised about

• is dell gonna have flashbacks of her own of this place now?

• she’s just sad about evelyn ):

• you know. this was kinda how dell’s future was looking before kat and alice showed up…

• yeah how is kat supposed to get all these boxes back to the herald

• UM

• why’s this portrait look just like kat 😀

• “MY KATHERINE, 1814” HELLO

• what did evelyn know 👀

• aww the jewelry dish

• we are immediately back to kat and alice keeping secrets from each other 🫠

• she’s a runna she’s a track star 🏃🏻‍♀️

• oh! note’s gone from the door! is elliot back???

• omg he’s back

• “well kat landry!” “oh… elliot augustine…” okayyyy

•god, kat might as well have just said “you look hot” that would’ve been less embarrassing 😭

• (and he does, she was right.)

• why is elliot being weird

• wait. just realized this man LEFT in the MIDDLE OF THE SCHOOL YEAR??? elliot there’s a TEACHER SHORT- wait they’re canadian…. is there a canadian teacher shortage??

• um but still. in the middle of the year, dawg??

• okay elliot when have you ever “imposed” on the landrys be so for real

• omg kat get up girl you are not playing it cool rn

• “i will never understand why she took elliot’s travels so hard” bc they’re besties??? (also bc that’s her stepdad but we apparently are keeping that a secret)

• dell didn’t notice that kat and alice were literally time traveling but she DID clock kat and elliot and that is, once again, so southern of her.

• “i haven’t seen you wear the bracelet in forever! i was beginning to think you lost it.” hehe about that…

• no actually WHY is elliot so… off i’m starting to not trust this… like go back to the caribbean if you’re gonna be like this

• “somebody had a glow up.” lmao rita!!

• “looks like elliot had what the kids call a hot boy summer” RITA!!!

• oh so alice didn’t know about katelliot and is really just mad bc elliot is her bestie!!!

• “and besides, there is no us, really. right?” ELLIOT YOU’RE THE BIGGEST DUMB DUMB THERE IS

• fumbled the bag

• he didn’t even say GOODBYE!? god what is with these men

• “great party, dell.” 😭😂

• “you better get out there and get a lobster before rita pilfers them all” lol okay great callback

• “[the farm] will always be here waiting for you.” 🥹

• fireworks for colton 😭😭😭😭

• flashbacks for everyone 🥺

• i miss colton landry

• ugh how long are kat and elliot going to pretend they don’t love each other

• alice is connecting dots

• colton and baby elliot 🥺 the club house is always there for him to have a space 😭

• “don’t waste any time, kid. because it’s never guaranteed.” and elliot thought that was a joke?? i-

• *branch snaps* “did you hear that?” WHO CAME BACK 🫵🏽

• “i saw that look between you and elliot. are you two together?” alice you’re far too late

• alice you didn’t ruin anything, sweetie 😭

• kinda rude that i grew up an hour from the beach and never went to a summer bonfire beach party in high school. (i didn’t go to parties in hs who am i kidding)

• oh! we’re being haunted by our past! cool.

• an elliot mixtape!!! IN THE CLUBHOUSE

• aww elliot’s here.

• with a STRONG candian ‘sorry’

• oh they met alice after the last summer cookout… interesting

• i thought “traveling” was a euphemism. but he actually meant time traveling lol

• “i’m sorry i didn’t say goodbye. i just knew if i saw you, i wouldn’t go.” OKAY AND WOULD THAT HAVE BEEN SO BAD

• just sitting on the bed nothing crazy

• SCREAMING !!!!!

• grey’s anatomy training 😏

•making out with all for you playing in the background. gonna cry actually.

• elliot apologizing right away 😭 okay there’s the awkward guy i missed

• “i’m not your problem anymore” WHY WOULD SHE SAY THATTTTT

• ALEXA, PLAY EXHILE BY TAYLOR SWIFT

• the sad part is, they could just go right back to how they were. like elliot is so willing to be that sounding board for kat.

• but. he blew it. super hard. complete buffoonery.

• “welcome home.” damn she’s cold

• baby nick!!!

• ugh elliot was gonna make his move RIGHT before kat met brady 😭

• so i guess spencer from school and zoe from school are??? no more???

• alice is still hung up on nick 😭 girl he’s old let it gooo

• why are they making her sing rn

• now look you’ve made her get stage fright again. (it’s definitely not the ghosts of her mother’s past coming to haunt her…)

• kat and dell finally getting the mother daughter relationship they deserve??

• is the house called lingmore or lingermore… i need to look this up

• the subtitles are telling me lingermore. dell’s accent is just thick lmao

• oh! see, dell thought evelyn reminded her of herself too.

• “i wanna build back our relationship. i wanna get to know you again.” yup yup yup 🥹

• kat has also noticed that dell is talking about colton and jacob in a positive light now

• “no more regrets, only resets” dell would kill on facebook

• ugh, i know Something is going to happen and it’s gonna ruin everything we accomplished in this scene

• um why are we back at the “did you hear that” scene 😰

• WHO IS THAT!?!?? 🫵🏽

• colton???? new guy?????? JACOB!?!?!?

• oh my god

• the blurry polaroid!!

• alice and kat sharing their secrets! season of healing!

• kat don’t let her manipulate you like this!

• okay or do. whatever.

• wait elliot send that text 😭 you gotta be the one to fix this, dude.

• neighbor!? who is this man???

• they better not be trying to give dell another love interest 😤

• could be elliot’s dad tho? but i doubt it

• suspicious buyer of the neighboring farm????

• the new buyer isn’t going to lease the fields sooo what does that mean 😅

• dell is going to be losing money?

• AND WHOSE HORSE IS THIS

• don’t tell me that horse jumped in the pond 🤧

• mother daughter pond jump 🤪

• “it’ll take us where we need to go” what could go wrong! 😀

• BABY ELLIOT!?

• has present elliot been LYING to present kat this whole time??????

• if i got sent to 1814- hold up who is that

• not the gun

• HELLO

• grey’s anatomy training (dying in a horrific way)

• um. okay 😀

fin.

[fictionalwh0ree]

bro can you write another jj imagine smut maybe the two are pogues and he kind of reels her into all the crazy shit he does, maybe they do something crazy something involving a car and have rough car sex

based off the song ohmami ft chase atlantic ft. maggie lindemann because her feature lyrics are so 😵

revenge*-jj maybank

summary: after rafe bothers you at work yet again, you and jj decide to get revenge... in his car.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: drugs, car sex, driving under the influence, drinking, fem!receiving (head and fingering), male!receiving (head), swearing, sort of public sex??

"hi, is there anything else i could get you?" you asked the group of boys in front of you.

"why don't you bring us a bottle of whiskey, whichever one you recommend," topper winked.

"i'm sorry, but i'm gonna need to see some i.d," you said, already knowing none of them were old enough to be drinking.

"oh, come on, honey. why don't you let us slide?" kelce said, pulling out his wallet to show the many bills he carried around.

"i can't do that," you stated simply.

"why not?" rafe asked.

"i'm not allowed to and i'd like to keep my job, thanks," you rolled your eyes.

"come on, one time won't hurt anyone, babe," topper said.

"if there's nothing else i can get you, i'll be on my way," you said through gritted teeth, avoiding eye contact. when you heard nothing, you began walking back to the bar, ready to leave since your shift had ended.

"prude!" you heard rafe yell from behind you, earning words of agreement from kelce and topper.

you walked straight out the back, to where your boyfriend, jj, would be waiting. when you saw him, some of your tension and anger dissolved, but jj still noticed something was up.

"what's wrong?" he asked, taking your hand.

"nothing. where's the twinkie?" you asked.

"wasn't working. seriously, what's wrong?" he asked.

"rafe and his stupid little pack of goons," you said angrily.

"they bothered you again?" he questioned, getting angry.

"yeah," you nodded.

"i swear to god i'm gonna kill them, y/n," he fumed.

"jj-" you began.

"they can't keep treating you like some dirt on the bottom of their shoes," he vented.

"it's fine, soon they'll be off to some prissy college and neither of us will have to see them," you said in attempts to calm him down. you grabbed his hand and began to drag him out.

"jj, let's go," you urged.

"hold on," he said, walking in the opposite direction.

"where are you going?" you asked.

"i have a plan," he smirked.

"that's never good," you muttered.

he walked to a car you recognized as rafe's and you knew what he was thinking.

"what the hell do you think you're doing?" you whisper-yelled.

"i think you know the answer to that, babe," he said

"jj, this is robbery. worse, grand theft auto! you could go to jail," you stressed.

"live a little, y/n," he said, reaching into rafe's open window and pulling the keys off the seat.

"idiot," he muttered, "he was practically asking for it. who leaves their window fully open with the keys in arms reach if they don't want their car stolen?"

he walked over to the drivers side and hopped in.

"jj!" you scolded.

"are you coming?" he asked.

"no"

"okay, see ya later," he said, beginning to drive off.

"wait!" you called.

he halted the car. you opened the door and sat down. jj had a shit-eating grin plastered onto his face.

"don't look at me like that," you mumbled, crossing your arms.

"so how long do we got before rafe leaves the club?"

"until, like 9 or 10."

"perfect. where should we go, princess?" he smiled.

"back to the club to return the car," you said.

"fine, i guess i'll pick the place."

he turned up the volume and let the music play loud. you began to ease up a little as jj began driving on a deserted highway.

"he deserves this, right?" you asked, turning to jj.

"yes, he does," jj confirmed.

"stupid self-entitled kooks and all their stupid money," you said beginning to rummage through rafe's car.

"atta girl," jj smirked.

"check over there," he pointed at the compartment under the dashboard.

"holy shit," you said in shock.

"what?" jj asked impatiently.

you held up a couple baggies of cocaine and a container of blue pills. after you read the label, you realized the pills were molly.

jj's eyes lit up and he laughed in excitement.

"you wanna do some?" he asked.

you weighed your options.

"eh. fuck it," you said, opening a baggie.

"you sure?" he checked.

"yeah," you confirmed, setting up three lines. you bent over, covered one of you nostrils and snorted the lines one by one. almost immediately you felt it taking effect. you were in a state of euphoria.

"you want some?" you asked jj.

"hold on, babe," he said.

"god, its so hot in here," you commented, stripping to your underwear and bra.

"you're lucky rafe's windows are tinted," jj smirked

"no, you're lucky rafe's windows are tinted," you said confidently.

"oh, yeah? why's that?" he said, pulling over.

he set up a couple lines on the dashboard and snorted them. you crawled onto the backseat, making sure to push your ass out towards jj's face. he planted a harsh slap on your ass, causing you to yelp. you sat down and pulled off your underwear. you spread your legs, exposing your pussy. rafe's car was pretty huge, allowing you and jj to have lots of space. he stood between the armrest and the backseats unbuckling his belt.

"uh uh. not yet," you shook your head. you placed your hand on jj's head and pushed him down onto his knees.

he smirked before beginning to trace your folds with his fingers.

"spit on it," you demanded.

he did as told before pushing two fingers in. he pumped them in and out mercilessly while your hands attempted to grip the seats. soft moans, whimpers and curse words exited your mouth non-stop. jj could already feel the boner pushing against his pants. jj abruptly pulled his fingers out. you looked at him with your brows furrowed. he smirked and began planting kisses up your inner thigh. he took his thumb and began rubbing painfully slow circles over your clit.

"jj," you whined

"patience, baby," jj teased, his hot breath fanning onto your dripping cunt.

he began kitty licking around your vagina before inserting his tongue. his thumb began circling your clit faster and faster. your head was thrown back in pleasure and your hands were tangled in his hair. you noticed a glint out of the corner of your eye. when you looked, you noticed it was a bottle of almost untouched vodka. you picked it up and unscrewed the lid with one hand, holding it by the neck. you poured the hard liquor down your throat, adding to your high. you felt yourself getting close as your breathing began getting more laboured and your moans got louder.

“i’m close,” you mumbled to the best of your abilities.

he moved faster, signalling that you could cum. you felt yourself release all over his tongue and he kept licking until your pussy was clean. you tugged at his shorts, wanting to return the favour. you moved over and pulled him onto where you were sitting, a slight stain left on the seat. you pulled his boxers down and saw his cock spring up. you ran your finger over his swollen tip causing him to hiss. you began to lower your head closer and closer. jj’s knee was bouncing up and down impatiently.

“you don’t have to,” jj breathed out.

“i want to,” you assured.

with that, you licked his tip before putting his dick in your mouth. you began bobbing your head, your speed changing based off of jj’s moans. he pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail and started pushing your head lower onto it. the tip began hitting your gag reflex and involuntary tears brimmed your eyes. you soon felt his penis twitch in your mouth. he pulled your head off all at once and made eye contact.

“i wanna cum inside you,” he said, trying to regain his breath.

you smirked and got onto the seat, putting your feet on either side of his hips. you lowered yourself onto his dick, his hands were on your hips and your hands were gripping the back of the seat for support. you bounced up and down quickly, curse words and moans leaving both your mouths constantly. you leaned forward and connected your lips, your pace faltearing slightly. jj’s nails dug into your hips as he came closer to his orgasm. your hair was plastered to your forehead and so was his. your eyes were half-lidded and your moans were getting shorter as you got more and more tired.

“you look so pretty riding my cock, baby,” jj complimented.

he then came inside you, some of it streaming down his dick. you quickened your pace, chasing after your second orgasm that was oh so close. jj could tell you were getting tired so he began to bounce you himself. he once again took his thumb and massaged your clit. he pulled you in for a kiss and when you pulled away, he began whispering dirty phrases into your ears. it didn’t take long for you to finish all over his dick. you pulled yourself off and sat next to him. you were both panting hard and the windows of the car had become foggy. jj hopped back into the front seat after sliding his underwear and shorts on and pulling his shirt off. you put your underwear and shorts back on with the help of jj as your legs were weak and trembling. you got into the front seat and put away the drugs. you giggled to yourself a bit while the car started up again. you cracked open your windows and let the air of the highway cool you two down.

“that’ll show rafe who’s a prude,” you muttered to yourself as you looked out the window.

[rafescoke]

Need To Know (Part 2) ; Rafe Cameron

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#Part 2 

#Part 1

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Reader confronts Rafe about his past

Warnings: More angst, more flashback smut, substance, swearing, Rafe being a dick again

A/N: Thank you so much for the overwhelming love from my last post! I love you to the moon and back <3

p.s, my request box is always open for you to drop in any ideas!

“My god, you both look great.”

Rafe chuckled, too drunk to say anything, and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend of 4 months. The night breeze flew past everyone on the yacht as they strolled down the stream, moving their hips along to ‘Summer’ by Calvin Harris and trying to hear each other’s conversations over the loud music.

“Thanks, Tops,” (Y/N) smiled, feeling her body moving to the beat. She thought about the amount of drinks she had, but giggled when she had to recount again, and then frowned when she kept forgetting the number she ended on.

“What are you thinking?” Rafe whined, pulling her away from Topper who had his arms around another girl, trying to move on from his failed relationship with Sarah Cameron. He had told Rafe and (Y/N) that he have never felt better, but they both know the truth. He was completely wrecked after the breakup; when Topper found out about Sarah and a certain boy from the other side of the island, Rafe had to be there for him every single night until recently. He was too afraid of the things that Topper would do to himself.

“I can’t remember how many drinks I’ve had tonight,” she cried, tugging on his shirt as she placed her chin on his shoulder. Rafe laughed, patting her back before pulling her to face him.

“You had 8 shots. I had more.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, raising her brows. When she saw a smile slowly creeping onto his face, she groaned loudly.

“You always do this to me!” She grunted, but a tone of humor laced in her face. “God, I hate you.” She made a move to talk away, crossing her arms.

“No-” he shook his head, pulling her arm so that she will end right back into his arms again. He grinned when his tactic worked, “You don’t hate me. You love me too much.”

“Disgusting,” (Y/N) made a face, and stood on her toes to whisper into his ear. “Wanna do something?”

Rafe looked at her, and when he saw the sly smile etched onto her face, he kissed her fully on her lips, always admiring this side of her that she rarely shows to other people.

When he first found out about this opposite side of his girlfriend, Rafe couldn’t believe his eyes. He tried to convince himself that when she had asked to do coke with him for the first time that night, it was merely his imagination and not reality, but when she woke up next to him the next morning, the sun highlighting her hair and eyes, smiling shyly at him, he knew that it had, indeed, happened.

“You want to do coke?” he asked, forcing himself to keep his grin concealed. “Right now? In the middle of the party?”

(Y/N) hummed in response, and kissed his cheeks. “Please?”

Rafe didn’t answer her as he pulled her through the many dancing bodies to one of the back rooms in the yacht, trying to contain his excitement. The last time they had done this together ended up being one of the best nights of Rafe’s life, and he hoped to relive it again.

Rafe poured the intoxicating powder on the cold table, licking his pink lips as he separated them into four lines using his driver’s license. (Y/N) saw a glimpse of his handsome ID photo on the card, and tried to stop herself from kissing him. 

How could someone look so handsome in their driver’s license? It’s impossible.

(Y/N) licked the side of his face as he tried to balance the lines evenly, not able to contain her feelings anymore. She felt like having him for the rest of her life, and she can’t imagine spending her future with anyone else. 

“What was that for?” Rafe groaned, but he was smiling. (Y/N) wiped the already- drying wet mark on the side of his face with her sleeve, only to be stopped by Rafe’s fingers around her wrist.

“I didn’t say you could wipe it.”

(Y/N) giggled, kissing his cheeks as he returned back to his previous work. She wondered again on the never ending questions of why would Rafe choose her amongst the many girls who have tried to get his attention since forever, but her thought was disturbed by the sudden swift of Rafe’s lips against hers.

“Ladies first,” he whispered, handing her a rolled up hundred dollars bill. (Y/N) smiled, putting a light pressure on her left nostril using her pointer before dipping her head to inhale the substance.

She threw her head back, laughing when she could feel Rafe’s soft lips peppering wet kisses along her exposed neck. She closed her eyes against the warm feeling, her fingers running through his messy hair.

“Your turn, baby,” she giggled, stopping her boyfriend before they could provide a free show for everyone else. Rafe sighed, clearly unsatisfied, but he took the rolled up bill from her fingers and dipped his head.

Before he could inhale the white powder, he turned to look at her, a glinting mischief in his eyes. (Y/N) groaned, wanting to spend her hazy trip with her boyfriend instead of going ahead of him.

“What is it?”

“Lay on your back,” he said, not looking at her as he took out the extra mini ziplock bags. (Y/N) looked at him with a frustrated expression. “I swear to god, (Y/N), just fucking do it.”

(Y/N) sighed and laid her back against the sofa, trying to hold her skirt from lifting up and exposing her black thong she had bought beforehand. She widened her eyes when she felt Rafe’s cold rings grazing her skin, closing her eyes when she felt his hands slowly creeping towards her aching core.

“What are you doing?” She hissed, closing her legs quickly. “Rafe, we can’t do anything here.”

“Relax,” he whispered, pulling her legs apart again, and (Y/N) almost moaned from the sudden cold breeze nipping on her skin. She gripped on his wrist again, trying to remind and warn him about his next move at the same time.

Just by the glare that Rafe had given her, signaling that he wasn’t playing and he hadn’t got the time to joke around, she let go of his wrist, looking up to her boyfriend who was unlocking the mini bag.

She hissed when Rafe poured a perfect amount of cocaine on her lap, enough for him to get on by the night. She watched as he separated them into lines using his driver’s license again. She gulped, her heartbeat getting quicker.

“Stop moving so much,” Rafe grunted, focusing on perfecting the lines against her soft skin. After a few seconds of trying his best, he looked back to admire his work, licking his teeth.

“Oh my god, Rafe, you can’t be-”

“Shut up,” he said, taking the rolled up bill and dipping his head until he was on the same level as her head. She bit her lips, nervous. She threw her head back when Rafe inhaled a line, her heartbeat beating quicker than that time she tried to hide herself in Rafe’s closet from Rose. 

She could feel his fingers gripping her thighs, and she couldn’t deny the growing feeling inside her. Rafe chuckled, wiping his nose, and dipped his head back to the previous position.

“Rafe. . .” she whined, trying her best not to move around so much. The grip around her legs tightened, and she gritted her teeth as he placed wet kisses along her leg, ending directly before her desperate core.

“Oh my god,” she groaned, closing her eyes.

(Y/N) has experienced nothing of that sort, and the farthest thing they have done was fucking each other in Rafe’s hot tub that one drunken night. The last time she did coke with her boyfriend, no body parts were involved and it was only the two of them and her grandmother’s glass table.

Rafe chuckled, rubbing his nose as he resurfaced from his second last line, holding the rolled up bill between his fingers like a cigarette. “You like that, huh?”

“I’ve never wanted you to fuck me so bad before,” she said, groaning as she tried to keep her legs still for Rafe to inhale that one last line, but she knew he wouldn’t make her life that easy.

She watched as he kissed the inner of her thighs, going upwards, placing more kisses on her hips and again, directly halting before her core. Rafe could see the wet mark on her thongs, and could feel himself getting harder. 

“Please,” she begged, looking at him with her innocent eyes, her fingers wrapping around his wrist. “Please, Rafe, baby, please.”

“As you wish, princess.”

She went into another unexplainable feeling as he did his final line, and then  giving her more wet kisses along her thighs and lastly, that resulted her into jerking her body upwards towards his chest; he placed a strong kiss on her clothed core. 

Rafe laughed, watching her pressed herself against him, trying to find any kind of friction. “Relax, baby. I thought you wanted me to stop?”

“Fuck you,” she whispered, before climbing onto his lap and attacking him with kisses. 

“Okay-” he said in between kisses, “Fine-” more kisses, “Fuck me.”

(Y/N) groaned, feeling his hard member all pushed up against her as she kept on attacking him with kisses. This is exactly the problem; he would tease her and she would just not stop. 

“People are watching, baby,” he whispered, stopping her fingers from unzipping his jeans. They were both breathing really hard, and (Y/N) leaned closer to his ear.

“Let them.”

He groaned as she finally unzipped his pants, exposing his throbbing penis against the night air of North Carolina. He tried to pull his and (Y/N)’s body downwards by an inch to hide their ungodly behaviour behind the table, but was caught off guard when (Y/N) gripped his fingers, halting his movement.

“I said let them watch.”

Rafe wasn’t sure if it was the drugs that took over her or it was just another side of her that she was finally exposing to him, but he couldn’t deny the excitement coursing through his veins. This was every teenage boy’s wet dreams, and Rafe couldn’t believe the fact that he was finally experiencing it.

Before he could prepare himself, he felt her sink into him as she wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her forehead against his as she panted to reach her end. Rafe held her waist, not putting any pressure and letting her take control completely. He watched as she bit her lips, placing quick kisses against his neck.

“I love you, oh my god,” she said as she pushed herself down onto him, closing her eyes to concentrate on the familiar feeling growing in her stomach. “My perfect boy.”

“I’m close,” he shuddered, this time thrusting his hips against her to quicken the pace, feeling his end reaching. He didn’t care about the crowd that was starting to form near them; he was happy and content with the girl who was a moaning mess on top of him.

“Fuck-” she screamed as he released himself into her, falling against his chest to catch her breath. Rafe placed a lazy kiss against the top of her head as she grunted, too tired to even remove herself. 

“I wanna do coke with you every single night,” she whispered involuntarily as Rafe pulled her up, finally finding the strength to do so. He fixed her dress for her as she rested her head against the sofa, feeling so close to doze off for the night. Rafe smiled, tucking a strand of her hair before buttoning his jeans back again. He kissed her cheeks as she sighed, intertwining their fingers. 

“I’ll always love you, okay?” he said, but she was too tired to say anything back. She whispered something back, and Rafe laughed in return, and the night continued with her head against his chest as they snuggled up close on the sunbathing area. When the clock struck 12, they watched the fireworks decorating the night sky, and Rafe swore he had never seen anything more beautiful than (Y/N) under that glowing sky that particular night.

“Happy birthday, my love,” Rafe whispered, before placing a longing kiss on her lips.

(Y/N) woke up with a start.

She heard noises coming from her window, and she groaned before making her way towards the light. Her feet tapped lightly against her carpeted floor, feeling the cold temperature coming from outside.

Great. Just the person she wanted to see.

“Let me in, baby, please,” Rafe said against her window, fogging her glass. “Please? Let me explain myself.”

(Y/N) held her middle finger up to him before returning to her bed, watching the panicking boy from the corners of her eyes.

How could he climb up to her room after all the things he did to her?

“Oh my god-” she heard him speak, “It’s cold out here. Please? Let me in.” 

(Y/N) tried to block out his voice as she placed her pillows against her ears, but when she kept hearing his pleads, she couldn’t shake the bad feeling in her heart. She stood up from her bed, watching Rafe struggling to hold on to a branch, and opened the window, all while silently cursing to herself.

Rafe quickly shut the windows and sighed as he got used to the warm atmosphere, his eyes following the girl as she returned back towards her bed. Rafe stayed shut, following her actions, and sat beside her limp body.

“I’m-”

“I don’t want to talk to you,” she cut him off, and Rafe watched as she shifted to get comfortable. She wasn’t looking at him, and Rafe felt a pang of pain across his heart.

“Please, baby, you deserve an explanation.”

(Y/N) stayed quiet, and Rafe took the silence as an agreement. He ran his fingers through his hair a few times, trying to find his voice; because this is exactly the problem -

He didn’t know how much more (Y/N) had heard from his ex’s mouth, but based on the quick summary that she had given him through the phone call an hour ago, everything that she told him was true.

Because he was stupid. He was selfish, and he didn’t believe in the idea of falling in love with some and making great memories with them. Life simply wasn’t that way to him - 

All he cared about was sex and drugs, and his ex filled that exact cravings in him. He grew attached, but (Y/N) had taught him love. She taught him all the things that he didn’t know existed in him before.

“It’s true,” was all he said.

He grimaced as (Y/N) let out a shrill laugh, and stayed shut right after. He felt the need to caress her but decided against it, knowing that she will probably push him off.

“And I’m sorry. I was stupid, okay? I didn’t mean any of that. God, I wish I can turn back time and did everything differently because god, I was so fucking stupid and I hate seeing you cry because of me.”

Rafe could feel his own tears crashing down. The last time he had cried this hard was when Ward yelled at him, saying how useless he is and that he will never be proud of him, but (Y/N) was there for him during that time to calm him down. 

Now he’s alone.

“God, (Y/N), you give me love and you’ve taught me how to love and- and, I can’t let you go now, oh my god, I can’t-” he took a deep breath, “Not when I love you too much.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she whispered, and Rafe felt like killing himself at the sound of her voice in pain. “Why didn’t you fucking tell me?” She repeated, louder this time.

“I was scared,” he whispered back. “I wish I can take your pain away.”

“Rafe-” she sat up, her eyes puffy and red from the never ending tears since she fled the party. She looked at the boy she loves, and felt a sudden wave of emotion for the thing she was about to say.

“Can we stop seeing each other for a while? Can we take a break?”

“What?” Rafe shook his head, his fingers trembling. “No. No. You are not hearing yourself. No.”

“Rafe, please,” she cried, gripping onto her bedsheet. “Give me time to think. I can’t think about all this, just let me breathe!”

“You can’t let me go, (Y/N),” he whispered, trying to connect their fingers like always. When he saw her slipping her hand into her covers, he let out a breath.

“It’s too cold for you to go home. You can sleep in here, with me.”

“Don’t do this to me,” he said again, getting closer. When she flinched, he used all of his energy not to let out a yell, knowing that it would cause her to leave him for good.

“Just give me time. To think. Okay?”

“I love you,” he whispered, “I’ll wait. However long it’s going to take, I’ll wait.”

She didn’t return his affection and Rafe waited a few more seconds for her to mutter the words back. He took a deep breath before standing up, limping towards her window again.

“Rafe, you can stay here. Don’t make this any harder for me.”

But he left anyway, and (Y/N) was frozen in her position as she stared at his previous space on her bed, his scent slowly evaporating into the air. She couldn’t believe it; she lost him. She lost every inch of him, the only boy she truly loves.

She cried again against her pillows, missing her boy.

#Part 3

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