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munsonsprincess11111 · 10 months ago

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But he's my goof

Eddie munson x reader

Summary: Eddie has beeb dating you for 5 months.in his friend's eyes Eddie has no game.so one day Eddie walks over to the hellfire table and Gareth is sat batching about not having a girlfriend so he askes Eddie how he pulled u. Honestly Eddie doesn't know so he asks u.

You and Eddie have been dating happily for 5 months. He loves you. You love him. You go in dates. You go to his gigs at the hideout even stay after closing and help him out. You go to hellfire. But there's one thing the club can't get there head around. How Eddie actually managed to pull you.

Your grungy. Your pretty. Your smart. You like metal music. How did Eddie pull someone so perfect. The man walked into a mirror in drama class once. So how.

"I'm gonna die alone. Women hate me." Gareth complains for the sixth time this week about not having a girlfriend. It's only Wednesday. Eddie walks over placing his lunch box on the table. "What's he bitching about now?" HE askes.

"He's saying he's gonna die alone cause no girls wanna date him." Jeff answers. Eddie nods and looks at Gareth. "What about tilly she would date you." Eddie askes throwing a pretzel in the air trying to catch it in his mouth but missing.

"How did you pull y/n?" Gareth says not even noticing he'd said his thought. Eddie shoots Gareth a glare and the rest of hellfire look at Gareth. Everyone can see Gareth realise what he said. The instant regret in his face.

"NO fucking clue." Eddie says going back to throwing pretzels tryna catch them in his mouth. Failing again. Everyone at the table look at Eddie as he replied calmly. He looked up at there shocked faces.

"What I don't. I'm a complete dope. I'm known as the town freak. I'm als kid. No one in school likes me. I dress like I'm homeless. I smoke. I occasionally drink. I'm failing. N I'm really fucking stupid." Eddie says getting cut off.

"Who's really fucking stupid?" You ask walking up behind Eddie as he throws a pretzel not noticing you. You grab it in your hand and eat it yourself smirking at your boyfriend who has furrowed brows.

"First. I'm really fucking stupid. Second. MY PRETZEL!" Eddie says looking up at you. You kiss his quickly and then sit next to him.

"And why are we talking about Eddie stupidity?" You ask taking another one of Eddie's pretzels.

"Well she's y/n she can answer. Y/n? How the fuck did I pull you?" Eddie askes looking her seriously in the eyes.

Everyone's eyes are on you. "Expand..." You say looking at Eddie and only Eddie.

"Like Gareth can't get a girlfriend. However. The town freak who's failing school who everyone hates and is failing school manages to get the most perfect girlfriend in the world." Eddie says handing u a mini pretzel.

"Yeah what the fuck you see in munson?" Gareth askes. Everyone's eyes back on Gareth. Eddie throws a pretzel and it hits him in the head. You giggle at Eddie.

"First. Your the most perfect boyfriend eds. Second. I dunno he's hot. Funny. N is nice to me." You say looking at Eddie. Eddie smiles at your response. Then Gareth speaks again.

"But he's a complete dopey goof." Everyone looking at him again as he can not shut up. Your still looking at Eddie who's death glaring Gareth.

"But he's my goof." You say quietly Eddie then looking back at you his face immediately changing to smiling. He takes your hand in his leans over and places a sloppy kiss on your lips making his friend's make gagging noises. "I love you" he whispers kissing your neck. "I love you too" you whisper back.

Eddie then sits back in his seat pulling your chair closer to him so he can put his arm around your shoulders. 10 minutes later a girl approaches the hellfire table. "HEY your Gareth right?" She askes Gareth. He nods looking at the table with a look of panic on his face.

"Umm I'm in your science class. Names Emily." She says smiling. "Yeah I know hi Emily." HE answers looking flustered.

"I was wondering if you'd wanna maybe go on a date this Saturday?" She askes smiling at Gareth. Gareth looks to his friends everyone eyes on him. Him still looking flustered. "Well answer the lovely lady Gareth. So sorry. He's a pussy when it comes to girls." Eddie says teasing the boy.

You lift your head from his shoulder and hit his chest. He puts his hands up in defeat before putting his arm back around your shoulder pulling you back into his side.

"Umm yeah sure. I can pick you up around 6 we could go get food?" Gareth askes playing eith his fingers.

"Sounds great I'll give u my address tomorrow. See you then." Emily says waving smiling and walking off. The table goes silent as everyone stares at Gareth. "Eddie?" Gareth askes. "Mm?" Eddie answers looking confused.

"Who asked who out with you and y/n." HE askes Eddie.

"We hung out a lot and one day she was talking snd I just kissed her. And KABOOM. Relationship ship." Eddie says smirking his arm still around you.

"Your absolutely unbelievable." You say with your head on his shoulder.

"Funny you told me that last night when I made you-" Eddie speaks tryna be smug but you slap your hand over his mouth.

"I'm leaving. See you all tomorrow." You say getting up taking your hand of Eddie's mouth. "Wait wait wait." Eddie says getting up to running off. Then running back to get his stuff.

The tables watching you walk off as Eddie grabbed his stuff. "Whyd she wipe her hands on her jeans?" Dustin and Gareth ask in sync. Eddie looks up going to run. "Cause I licked her hand." HE says before running after you. Earning grunts and groans of disgust from the table. "Y/n baby! It was a joke common trouble.!" HE shouts after you.

"I STILL DONT SEE HOW THAT PULLED HER." Gareth half yells painting at Eddie. Eddie heard and gave him the middle finger as he ran out the door. The doors were glass and you were stood outside of them. They could see you both.

Eddie dropped his stuff bringing his hands to your waist kissing you. Pushing you against the wall. Your hands went around his neck keeping him close and then in his hair.

Nancy being stood next to Mike hearing what Gareth had to say was able to answer for you. "Because he loves her and is not afraid to show it. And she loves him and all his weird tweeks."

They all look back at you to see Eddie picking his lunch box up and handing it to you. You look at him confused. Then he throws you Iver his shoulder. Your laughing. And attempting to keep some hold on him as Eddie walks off with you over his shoulder.

"He's her goof. And they love eachother. A hole fucking lot."

#eddie m #eddie munson thoughts #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x yn #eddie smut #eddie x reader #eddie x you #rockstar eddie munson #eddie my beloved #eddie stranger things

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fictionprincess767 · 2 years ago

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After working for four years Reshon wanted nothing but her freedom to be the independent woman she always dreamt of being from age seventeen.

She picked up her phone and dialed in it, she tapped her feet anxiously as the line buzzed.

“Ma you at home?”

“Yes, why? where are you? you’re not home yet?”

“Well I’d be in my bed sleeping right now if I wasn’t locked out!”

“Oh my god really? Where’s your key?”

“Ma you really gon ask me that now?”

“I’m coming to open but I’m just asking cause that’s the second time.”

“I don’t know where my keys are.”

Michelle unlocked the door for her daughter.

“Last I know, I placed my key on the counter in the kitchen, I haven’t seen it since.”

Her mother looked at her puzzled, “you tryna tell me we have ghosts walking around this place?”

“maybe you should ask your boyfriend!”

"correction,my husband" Michelle snapped

"how would I know,i wasn't a witness" Reshon said with a smirk.

“Well I'm telling you so you know!" Michelle said in a harsh tone "Girl and that’s your father, have some respect! And go look for your damn key! you probably misplaced it."

"So you don't believe me?" Reshon said with a plain expression "you see why i don't say anything to anybody in this house?"

her mother was already on her way back to her bedroom.

Reshon entered her bedroom and sat on her bed. I can't believe he would actually lock me out for the second time.What have I done to him self? He does not even know me! she pursed her fingers up to her face and closed her eyes, you've wanted this, you've waited four years for this. Reshon stripped And entered the bathroom emerging fifteen minutes later feeling refreshed and full of energy. It was December eleventh, so she pulled the last drawer of her dresser and drew out a black box. After removing the lid Reshon reveled a black silk dress,small enough to only fit a peitite figure.

"I can't wait to put you on" she said in a whisper.

She then placed the dress back into the box and secured it with the cover.

'Toot Toot, Toot Toot' it was eleven o clock on her wrist watch, Reshon was working the late shift so she had to be there for one and she would leave at nine.

It was twenty past twelve when Reshon emerged from her room.

"where are you off to young lady?" her father inquired

"well I'm in my uniform,so where am I off to dad?"

"Michelle do you hear your daughter?" Mr.Petterson started to huff "at the end of the day I'm still the man in this house."

Michelle sighed "nobody said you're not,it's just... Reshon didn't see the question relevant."

Richard looked at his wife, "she literally came in this morning,was that relevant?" he yaked

Reshon placed one hand on her face "mom can I leave?"

"yess darling,have a good shift" Michelle told her daughter with her smile before turning to her husband " what is wrong with you?you need to stop treating her like a baby, she's a young adult, responsible and well behaved."

Richard shaked his head as he walked away "whatever you say Mrs.Petterson."

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Reshon rolled over and picked up her phone from the dresser, ‘ Thursday 12 December , 10:45am.’

"Happy birthday to me?” She whispered. Reshon climbed out of bed and stood in front the mirror, “I don’t look any older and I definitely don’t feel any older.” She smiled to herself , “today’s going to be a good day.”

She went to the kitchen where she met her father having coffee, he stood as she entered, and hugged her, “Happy birthday my baby.” He said and kissed her on her forehead. Reshon smiled “thanks dad” she said as she proceeded to make herself some cereal , “Where’s mom?” She asked. “She’s at work,they called her in last night" Richard paused "you wasn’t back yet.”

“oh” Reshon said having a seat at the table.

“So what are your plans for the day?” Her father asked “I was trying to talk to your mother so we could do dinner.”

Reshon dropped her spoon, “dad we can’t do dinner cause I’m already doing dinner with a friends.”

Jeff looked at his daughter, “but your mom’s working till three,we can’t do lunch.”

“But mom wouldn’t mind if I do dinner with my friend,as long as I have a good time" Reshon looked at her father with pity eyes "she always says that.”

“So you can’t have a good time with us.” Jeff said as he pursed his lips.

Reshon took a deep sigh “I never said that,it’s just I planned with other people already and this what you’re saying is last minute.”

Jeff gave his daughter a long stare “okay.” he said as he continued drinking his coffee. Reshon’s phone rang, she picked up, “hello?”

“Don’t forget we meet at twelve,first we will pick your shoe and then we’re doing lunch,okay? Said the caller.

“Bet”, Reshon smiled as she placed down her phone. “I’m choosing my shoe for the dinner this morning,I’ll send you pics.”

“You really don’t need to, I already got you an entire outfit” Richard paused “cause as I said we were supposed to do dinner.”

Reshon was beginning to get annoyed with her father, “Dad” she said, “look at my face,why are you trying to kill this for me? It’s my birthday and I’m not ten anymore! "oh my god!” She yelled as she stomped into her room.

#LikeAndCommentForTheSecondPart

#NameOfTheBookIsFREEDOM

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justagalwhowrites · 5 months ago

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okay firstly NO I DIDNT KNOW THERE WAS AN OFFICIAL PLAYLIST BUT IM FR IN LOVE WITH IT THANK U FOR UR GENIUS

secodly, sorry all i have is a list and a yt link but unforch one of the songs isnt on spotify 😭

thirdly, unofficial official flugazi yearling ost:

love, love, love - the mountain goats; when he saw his face reflected in his victim's twinkling eye, some things you'll do for money and some you'll do for fun but the things you do for love are going to come back to you one by one

goodbye to old missoula - willis alan ramsey; clouds hang on the mountain, they make me lonesome inside, and these four walls surround me leaving nowhere to hide

all the gold in california - brother marshall & the choir of fire; yes the acapella version from the silly danny mcbride show because it's so vibes so aesthetic so yearling

when a man loves a woman - marcus king; the version that only exists on youtube because marcus king hates me personally and won't put it on a streaming service

i ride an old paint - colter wall; when i die take my saddle from the wall, place it on my old pony, lead him out of his stall, tie my bones to the saddle, turn our faces to the west, we'll both ride the prairie that we love the best

plain to see plainsman - colter wall; let me die in the country that i love the most, i'm a plain to see plainsman and this i will boast, my heart it lies far from the east or west coast

can i take my hounds to heaven - tyler childers; if i can't take my hounds to heaven, if i can't hunt on god's land, i'd rather load mt dog box up and go to hell with all my friends

some days - sturgill simpson; i'm getting pretty tired of sittin' around and wasting time, and i'm tired of taking blame when i ain't done nothing wrong, i'm tired of other people trying to take what's mine, and i'm tired of y'all playing dress up and tryna sing them old country songs

northeast texas woman - jerry jeff walker; those texas ladies are texas gold, kisses sweeter than cactus, takes no practice to love

jamestown ferry - charley crockett; she had a soothing southern drawl, made me feel like a man through it all

you never even call me by my name - leann rimes; i hc that bambi used to get mad at bars when this played and no one did the "LET ME LET ME LET ME" part of the chorus and the leann rimes ver. is the one where you can hear it the most 😭

sounds like the radio - zach top; people call me a walkin' talkin' jukebox, i keep the hits spinnin' non-stop / they say honky tono heroes go to heaven you know, maybe that's why everyone wants to go 'cause it sounds like the radio back in '94

on youtube: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLbbBB_mPYjYrO4sRPE2Oj3pxUIy3lp3CI&si=FQX5mL-ndOCaEYv5

love u bunches + follow up discussion topic: BAMBI FC????

HI BESTIEEEEEEEE!

AHHHH I love these!!! And I love that you're invested enough to make a playlist. I hope you're loving the fic!!!

As far as FCs, below the cut :D

I see Bambi as a fairly tough but still feminine looking woman, one with fairly large, brown eyes. I usually picture her as Kiera Knightly

Or Anne Hathaway

I feel like she kind of looks sweet at first glance (and I think tends toward more kindness and caring by nature than her reality allows - as a ranch hand before and the apocalypse now) but then has a lot of bite to her. She's in her early 40s for every part of the fic that's not a flashback but I feel like she's aged pretty well and looks a bit younger than she actually is. Not drastically but I think most people would put her at like 37 instead of 42 if guessing her age.

Curious to know who you picture!! Love you!!!!!

#send asks #kit answers #yearling

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just-a-creep-babe · 2 years ago

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Creepypasta Kinktober Event — Jeff the Killer & Cuckolding

Requests are closed but commissions are open!

Masterlist: x

You wonder what he thinks of his best friend’s tongue halfway down your throat.

Or the fact that it’s happening on his own bed.

It’s almost absurd, really. If the roles were reversed, you don’t know just how lenient you’d be with the whole thing. But you remind yourself that it was basically his idea, and you shouldn’t concern yourself with it too much. Especially not at this point.

Jeff‘s all-too eager to feel you up beneath the thin material of your underwear. He snaps at the band of your panties, the elastic pinching your skin, and when you jump in surprise, he laughs a throaty chuckle.

You flush at his amusement, hands pressing against his chest to stabilize yourself. Without a shirt on, it’s all the more obvious how big and strong he is. He could easily manhandle you, bend you over or fold you in whichever position he’d like to fuck your brains out.

Your stomach flutters, coiling, and you find yourself clenching your thighs together. As if that could relieve the ache.

Knowing BEN is watching certainly isn’t easing your shame, either. But there’s a part of you that’s enjoying it; the thrill of it, the rush of knowing he’s witnessing another man take you—it’s exhilarating.

“Quit tryna’ fuckin’ hide from me.”

Jeff’s growl is all the warning you get before you’re pushed onto your back. And, despite how rough he is, you’re thankful he’s covering your view from the blinking red webcam.

You can almost pretend it’s not even there to begin with.

But you’re barely given a moment to appreciate it before your underwear’s being torn off like wet paper. You gasp, sounding small and pathetic as his calloused hands roam over your naked form.

There’s a surprising gentleness to his touch. His dark eyes greedily drink up the sight of you while his hands trace over your flesh—and it’s as if he’s never felt something so soft before.

It’s almost intimate.

But it’s ever fleeting before he returns to his usual rough self.

One hand pins both of your wrists above your head, effectively trapping you beneath him. And then his jagged lips and teeth are at your throat, biting and licking and sucking—hard.

You yelp, gasping his name, the sound like a melody to his ears. It only encourages him to be rougher.

“J-Jeff—“

The panic in your voice has him huffing. Or maybe it’s more of a throaty chuckle.

His mouth leaves your neck and his free hand squishes your cheeks as he yanks your head up to meet his hungry gaze.

“Worried about your little cuck of a boyfriend?” he sneers, “don’t worry, you know that fucking perv’s loving this shit.”

He pulls you up and flips you around so that you’re facing the camera—panting, flustered, clearly aroused and completely naked.

He grabs a fistful of hair in a makeshift ponytail and forces you to look straight into the lens.

“You‘re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he snickers, addressing the laptop.

You’re thankful, at the very least, that the screen was left black. You’d be mortified if you had to see yourself right now—submissive and practically dripping for another man to use as he pleases.

“You like watching your little girlfriend get used like a cheap whore, don’t you? You like selling her out just to get off to it?”

The hand in your hair grasps your throat. You gasp, breath escaping you as he presses your back firmly against his chest.

You can feel him through his jeans.

And when you twist and squirm in his hold, his fingers tighten and he grinds himself into your ass, like he’s trying to relieve some of the pressure building inside him.

His scarred smirk scratches your skin as he murmurs into your ear.

“Don’t worry, I’ll show him how to really fuck a little whore like you~”

You half expect him to shove you down and cram himself into you all at once. Not that you would’ve minded. But instead, he spreads your thighs apart with his knee and reaches around to part your folds for the camera.

“See that? See how fucking wet she is for me?”

You want to look away—dear god, do you ever want to look away—but he’s holding you so tightly that all you can do is let him use you.

He presses a finger at your entrance, and you squirm. Despite your humiliation, you do want him. Badly.

He hums out a chuckle.

“You want it? Hm? Want me fuck that tight little cunt open?”

It almost feels like a betrayal when you nod. But either way, you can’t get yourself to break eye contact with the camera because all you can think about is how he’s watching all of this.

“Then beg.”

It’s like insult to injury. He knows you’re embarrassed, and he’s enjoying it.

“P-please, Jeff. Please fuck me. Please, I want your cock~”

He presses a finger inside you as a reward, and a breathless moan escapes you as he does.

“Looks like you’ve already taught her how to properly beg for dick, haven’t you?” he laughs cruelly, but even then, your walls tighten around him as he curls his finger.

He pumps the digit in and out of your sopping heat, and your hips buckle. Noticing your reaction, he pulls out, running his fingers along your folds until he reaches your clit. There, he gives your pearl a few strokes before returning back down to pump his finger in. And he repeats the motions again and again.

He’s teasing you—going just slowly enough to frustrate you. You know he’s doing it to give BEN a good show. But you also know he likes the way you’re openly humping his hand just to feel the slightest bit more of him.

“Jeff—“ you whine his name, and at this point, you’re not so sure you care about looking so needy anymore.

When he only hums in response, you groan.

“Jeff, fuck me~ I wanna feel your cock~”

“Oh yeah? You want my dick? Want me to fill you up? You don’t want your little boyfriend to do it instead?”

You’d take either of them at this point. Maybe even both at the same time.

You nod, your mouth watering at the thought.

“Y-yes, ‘m sure, I want it~”

He laughs, the sound rough and husky. “Atta girl~”

You’re suddenly pushed on your hands and knees with your ass up and presented to him. You hear him undoing his jeans, and then a hard smack! has you yelping as he leaves his handprint in the flesh of your ass.

His grip finds purchase in your hair, which he uses to tilt your head so that you’re once again forced to stare into the camera. It’s impossible to hide your reaction as rubs the tip of his cock up and down your folds.

You bite your lip to hold back a moan. When you try to rock back to get his length to split you in half, you’re met with another punishing whap!

“Stay fucking still,” he hisses.

But even as he says it, his own eagerness betrays him—like not even he has the patience to wait much longer.

Slowly enough to feel every inch of him, he pushes his length all the way inside of you.

You know you must look like such a slut when your eyes roll back and your mouth falls open in a breathy moan. But you really can’t bring yourself to care at this point.

You just need him to fuck you.

Even as he pulls out, then pushes all the way back into you, it’s like he’s dragging the movements out on purpose. He wants BEN to watch your every reaction.

Still, he can only be so patient for so long.

When you moan his name, it’s like something inside of him snaps.

You’ve no warning for the way he suddenly drives his hips into you—rough and hard and fast and over and over again. His hand comes down to meet the sore flesh of your ass again and again as he pounds into you like a man starved for your cunt.

You fist the sheets, twisting them into your hands as a slew of gasped moans and whimpers escape you. He’s relentless.

It’s like your body’s a toy made for his pleasure. Every time he hits a certain spot inside you, a shock of adrenaline races down your core and you clench around him, your tight heat sucking him in like you’re trying to milk him.

The wet squelching of your cunt, the smack of his hips into your ass with every thrust, your needy little moans—it’s all so lewd. And BEN’s watching it all unfold.

Another slew of spanks, and your body surrenders to him entirely. Your eyes roll back, jaw going slack as you cream yourself around his cock, your arousal gushing out in a mess between your thighs.

Jeff cusses, his hips stuttering. He grabs a handful of your hips and uses it as leverage to yank you on and off of his pulsing cock.

His movements are sloppy and impatient—he’s getting close. Over-stimulation threatens to overcome every nerve ending of your body. Unable to keep your mouth shut, your tongue falls out and you drool all over yourself.

“F-fuck! Fuck fuck f-fuck—“

He tugs your head up by the roots of your hair, hoisting your lower half snug again him, and then he rolls his hips, grinding into you before stilling.

You feel the way his cock throbs before you feel the spurts of his cum fill you up. You mewl, your bones feeling like jelly. You want to collapse, but he keeps you upright so that BEN can enjoy the sight.

Moving on their own accord, your hips grind against him. Or maybe you’re just shaking from the over-stimulation. Either way, it has his cum reaching deeper inside of you, and you feel full of his seed.

He finally releases your hair, but only to grope your ass and spread you apart to admire the mess he’s made between your legs. Your body slumps as he enjoys the aftermath of your ruined cunt.

“C’mere,” he growls.

He picks you up and settles you on his lap like you weigh nothing.

He spreads your thighs apart and runs his fingers through your folds. You can’t help but cringe when you feel his cum seep out of your ruined hole, knowing he’s doing this on purpose to show BEN.

“Look at that. Tight little cunt drooling with my cum. You should let me stuff her more often~”

He swipes up a bead of his cum, and presses the salty digit between your lips. You make eye contact with the camera as you like the cum clean from his fingers.

Like the good, obedient little slut you are~

#jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader #creepypasta #jeff the killer x reader smut #kinktober #creepkinks #creepypasta kinktober event

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chillingaudrina · 3 years ago

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HARVEY DIGS SABRINA a harvey/sabrina mix

L I S T E N

TRACKLIST + LYRICS under the cut

old friend | MITSKI we nearly drowned for such a silly thing someone who loves me now, better than you and that pretty friend is finally yours, and I’ll be around on Sunday, if you’ll meet me at Blue Diner I’ll take coffee and talk about nothing, baby at Blue Diner, I’ll take anything you want to give me, baby

every time I drive through the city where you’re from I squeeze a little

I wanna be with you | MANDY MOORE there’s nothing else I want more than to feel this way

be my baby | THE RONETTES the night we met, I knew I needed you so and if I had the chance, I’d never let you go

I only have eyes for you | THE FLAMINGOS my love must be a kind of blind love I can’t see anyone but you

the moon may be high but I can’t see a thing in the sky I only have eyes for you

baby don’t go | KATIE VON SCHLEICHER I tried so hard I tried so hard and I knew I was angry I knew it was wrong, but — baby don’t go baby don’t go

forget her | JEFF BUCKLEY remember her hair as it shone in the sun the smell of the bed when I knew what she’d done tell yourself over and over you won’t ever need her again

you won’t do + cold | THE REGRETTES I like looking into your eyes I like seeing all your other sides

I’m in my room, clothes on the floor I really wish that you would open my door my bed is cold and my sheets are new maybe it would be warmer if it had you

I wanna cry rivers and I wanna scream storms but the weather’s too nice and my body’s too torn I wanna throw planets and I wanna drink the sea but my head is too small and dreams too big for me

they tell me I’m young and that I have time to grow I say I’m not patient, they say I’m cold as the snow my heart’s insecure and my mind is a bitch and I can’t cast a spell even though I’m a witch

gently break it | BECK PETE I’m tryna be whole again wish I had amnesia lately ‘cause a distant memory’s comin’ so close again I want you close again

why does your danger lead to my devotion?

runaway | DEL SHANNON as I walk along, I wonder what went wrong with our love a love that was so strong

if only she knew | MICHELLE BRANCH though it looks as if it’s over I’m still not over you

‘cause I still love you like I did before, I know for sure that you still feel the same way I do if only she knew

keep on loving you | CIGARETTES AFTER SEX you played dead, but you never bled instead you lie still in the grass, all coiled up and hissing

and I meant every word I said when I said that I love you I meant that I’d love you forever

a case of you | JONI MITCHELL just before our love got lost, you said I am as constant as a northern star and I said constantly in the darkness

oh, I am a lonely painter I live in a box of paints I’m frightened by the devil and I’m drawn to those ones that ain’t afraid

fools rush in (where angels fear to tread) | BOW WOW WOW fools rush in where angels fear to tread and so I come to you, my love my heart above my head though I see the danger there if there’s a chance for me then I don’t care

heaven tonight | HOLE here comes the sun in the form of a girl she’s the finest sweetest thing in the world take you to heaven tonight

be your husband | JEFF BUCKLEY be your husband if you’ll be my wife love and honor you the rest of your life

let her dance | THE BOBBY FULLER FOUR well, there she goes with a brand new love affair dancing with him like she don’t even care well, let her dance with him let her dance all night long

who would’ve known that just yesterday she danced with me the very same way well, let her dance with him let her dance all night long

#caosedit #harbrina #harvina #harbrinaedit #harvey x sabrina #Chilling Adventures of Sabrina #harvey kinkle #sabrina spellman #fanmix #yes i posted this at 12:36 on the dot #if you know you know

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beauty1n7h3darkness · 3 years ago

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Who They Are

Summary: After deciding to trust the fellow, you take their hand and make your escape. You have no idea who he is or how he knew what he knew or if he was telling the truth. Hopefully though, he was telling the truth. It would explain so much to you about your “family” and why you are treated like you are. ...as well as why they- well, that’s another story.

(This was written on a desk-top btw, I apologize if the formatting is weird)

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After evading the possible kidnapping, you started to observe your “savior.” He was a tall fellow. Olive skin, fit physique, medium hair, and semi-broad shoulders. His clothes were neatly put together, which suggest an organized life. The clothes weren't bright or crazy, but they were basic and dark, which tells you that he doesn't want to stick out.

What you didn't realize was that you were staring at him. At first, he decided to ignore your eyes on him, but after a while, it got creepy.

"Not to be rude, but why are you staring at me," the man asked.

Widening your eyes, you looked away, "I was observing you."

The man makes a noise of acknowledgment after a while, making you doubt if he believed you. But seeming as he let it go, you were too.

"Alright, just through there," the man said.

Looking at where he was talking, you froze. The building was old and worn down, but you could recognize it anywhere.

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'hmm'

'mama, papa?'

'Why are we at Edrigia' (E-Dri-gi-a)

'You're going to be here for a while, until we come back'

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Blinking rapidly, you shook out of it, "I'm sorry, what was it?"

"Y/n.....Y/n......Y/N!!"

"As I was saying, we'll need to cut through here. There's nothing to worry about, I just cut through yesterday, it's deserted," he informed.

"What’s your name," you asked.

"That’s hardly im-"

"You've drug me from danger and to this place and I would like the name of the man I'm supposedly supposed to be trusting," you sassed, stopping in your tracks and crossing your arms.

Sighing, the man stopped and turned around, looking at your posture of defiance, "Fine. My name (is Jeff) is L’Rod.”

Cocking your head to the side and furrowing your eyebrows a bit, you repeated it with confusion, “L’Rod?”

“Yes, now let’s keep moving,” he grunted, turning around continuing on.

As you were following behind him, you still pondered over his name. ‘Was it an alias? most likely, but hey, anything his possible right? Right.’ Letting out a puff of air, you shook your head of those thoughts. With everything that’s happened so far, it’d be best if you had a clear mind. Ahead of you, L’Rod pondered over your behavior. You didn’t seem to act much like your mother, so maybe you relate more with your father. Grunting he cleared those thoughts out, he had to be observant and on high alert not wondering about his-

“Sooooo...Why were those guys tryna kill me,” you inquired, successfully bringing him out of his thoughts.

“I’ll tell you when we get to our destination,” he answered curtly, letting you know he wasn’t going to answer anymore questions.

Sighing, you guys continued your stretch to wherever you were going. At least it was a beautiful night. The pale moonlight beautifully illuminated the worn building, giving you a chance to see the growing greenery on and around it. Gosh, you wished you had a camera, it was truly something out of the land of make-believe. When you entered the building you were blown away. It complimented the outside well.

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As L’rod went on he noticed your lack of footsteps and turned to see you admiring the place.

“Come on, y/n,” he called, pullign you out of your trance, “we need to go to my safe place. Who knows, we could’ve been followed.”

Nodding, you gave the place on last once-over before trotting up to him. Mentally, he kicks himself, he could have been nicer, he’d apologize for the possible harshness once you two got to his safe haven. For now, he had to put more emphasis on you and your well-being, his included. So pushing the matter aside, he refocused and started forward, making sure you were in tow. It was going to be a long night.

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The Capo and Informant had just finished telling what happened in the interrogation to the now 18 year old Don. Sighing, he frowned a bit, taking in the information. Obviously they were being targeted by someone, the question is who? Ever since the changes he’s made, Passione has gained a lot of enemies. But from the way the information was being told, it seemed this has been planned for a while, given that the two men knew almost everything about them- excluding their stands and abilities thank goodness.

“It seems you were right again Bucciarati,” the Don began with a light chuckle. Bucciarati had previously made the Don aware about things that could happen once he took control of Passione and had been right about a few of them. Privately, the capo had told him about a dream where something like this happened. It seems he was perceptive even in the dream realm. “We’ll have to be very cautious and observe everyone of our enemies. Abbacchio, Mista I need you go back to the restaurant you guys were dinning at and gather information.”

Grunting, the white haired man nodded, while the gunslinger gave an audible response.

Moving on, the Don continued, “Fugo, I need you to hack into our visitors’ phones, check and see who they’ve been communicating with and look into them all. It’s strenuous, but I know you can do it, I’ll help you as well. Bucciarati, Narancia, I need you two to see what people on the street are saying. It’s risky but together, you two are invincible.”

The Don looks out the window, knowing that this would be the last night of peace for them all. War was about to begin.

“Dismissed...we all need to rest up for what’s about to begin...we may be on the verge of another war,” The Don clarifies going over to his desk.

The others in the room quietly left-aside from Bucciarati. Sensing the stress on the young man, the capo stayed to talk with him.

“Giorno, that means you rest too,” Bucciarati stated, watching the younger nod slightly.

“I know but-”

“No buts,” the latter cut him off, “Tomorrow we’ll all start on our work,” Bucciarati finished, scolding the younger slightly.

Knowing the older man wasn’t going to give up, the younger man gave in, “Alright, Bucciarati, you win. I’ll rest.”

Bucciarati made a hum of approval, waiting until Giorno was done locking up his office so they could depart together. As they were going to their place of residency, the pair knew that they had to be cautious about this enemy, not wanting to have any repeats as to what happened in the other war. They had all almost lost their lives in that fight, Abbacchio, Narancia, and Bucciarati had the worst injuries though. Clearing their heads from those thoughts, they put their minds to different things. Giorno thinking about the two mens’ possible identities and Bruno thinking as to why they wanted Y/n so badly and why her name sounded so familiar.

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scottfuckingreed · 4 years ago

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Love Drug - Jeff Atkins

@anisiamoisa SAID: ‘I wanted to request a Jeff Atkins imagine where they take the love drug (season two episode 7 I think) with Clay, Hannah, Alex and Sheri. Maybe some smut too’

Warnings!: Just some cute smutty shit really, and mentions of drug use!

Sometimes when being around someone, you start to feel exactly how they feel. In this case, being with Clay makes me anxious as hell. He’s walking with his hands twiddling through each other, and he’s made his body look incredibly small. “Are you alright Clay?” I giggle. By the look on his face, I’d say no. “I’m fine,” I look across to Hannah, who was walking the other side of him. She shrugs, which makes me laugh. “It’s okay to be nerv-” “it’s just that we don’t know where these drugs have come from. We could die!” He explodes as we get outside Jeff’s house. “I don’t think Jeff is tryna kill us Clay,” me and Hannah laugh along together. “If you die, at least you can haunt him,” I add, nudging him on the shoulder. “You are NOT helping!”

“There she is!” Jeff woo’s as I walk in. The ‘pointing’ makes me blush massively. Huge arms wrap themselves around my waist, pulling me in as close as he can. About three or four kisses get placed in several places on my face, before turning to Clay and Hannah. “Hey guys, welcome,” he says ‘normally’. “I see how it is; favouritism,” Clay mutters, which makes me laugh too much. “Oh Clay’s jealous!” The grip is removed from me, and I witness his arms wrap around Clay, lifting him up slightly. “Do you want one, Hannah?” He offers once he lets Clay’s feet touch the ground again. “I’m good, but thank you,” Jeff doesn’t care, and gives Hannah a hug anyway. I swear my boy is too pure for this world.

Once Sheri and Alex arrive, we sit in a circle-ish. Hannah sits next to Clay, then Alex, then Sheri, and Jeff sits between my legs. Playing with Jeff’s hair is honestly one of my favourite things. Once again, Clay is twiddling his thumbs. “Clay-” “isn’t sugar and caffeine a kind of high, right?” he blurts out. I watch Hannah out her hand over Clay’s, which makes his eyes widen. Seeing Clay all caught up with Hannah is so cute. He should honestly just go for it. But then again, this is Clay we’re on about. Never gonna happen. “Jenson, would I ever lead you astray?” I lock hands with Jeff, intertwining our fingers tightly together. He raises them. My heart melts more as he places a kiss on each of the backs of my hands. One on each. I smile to myself. He loosens his grip, letting my hand slid away as he stands up. Reaching into his pocket, he takes out a small clear bag with white pills in there. He passes on to each of us, leaving Clay till last. “This peer pressure.” He shakes his head. He takes the pill anyway, but you can see the clear uncertainty in his face. And his voice. And his everything really. “I’m not gonna force you Jenson,” Jeff sits back with me, but hints me to shuffle forwards instead. Once he places himself behind me, I decide this is my chance to take the comfiest seat there is... Jeff Atkins’ lap. “But it’ll be good for you.” In no more - or less - than a ‘three, two, one’, each of us had swallowed our drug. Clay hesitated, as if he was seeing if we were all gonna take it, but he took it nevertheless. And now we wait.

It was a fast turn around this time. I almost felt it as soon as I gulped it down. And now we sit laughing and giggling about shit that isn’t really funny. “You’re friends,” pause, “with Justin Foley.” Jeff cries in laughter to Alex. I’m not sure why it’s funny, but we all laugh along anyway. “He’s an asshole,” Alex shakes his head with a massive smile. “He is...” I look over to Sheri, who you can tell is thinking. “He’s kinda hot though?” I shake my head, which makes Jeff nudge me in the side. “You don’t think Foley’s hot?!” He gasps. I turn to him, locking eyes. I put each hand on either side of his face. Pause. And... “nope.” I say simply. He raises his eyebrows, as if it’s totally unbelievable that I don’t find him attractive. “But, no one compares to you, my love,” I cringily whisper into his ear. I feel his smile widen across his face. I turn to gaze into his eyes, face to face. “You two are disgustingly adorable,” Hannah throws a pillow our way.

We continue to laugh for what seems like a long time, but it’s actually only 10/15 minutes. The drug makes you just feel entirely positive. Like this is where you’re meant to be, right in this moment. I am with the right people in this basement. And I’ve hardly ever hung out with Sheri, or Alex, or Hannah. Clay though, Clay’s around a little bit. I get pulled out of my trance with a poke in my back. Fiercely, I snap my head around to face Jeff. “What are you thinking about?” He whispers, touching my face with his nose. Feeling his breath against my face sends my body in a whole other place. Somehow, even in my high state of mind, I swivel myself a bit too smoothly so I’m facing him. Now I’m straddled against his body. “About how cute your’s and Clay’s friendship is,” giggling, I bury my head into his shoulder. When he moves his hands across my body I feel the enhancement of that happy little pill. They cross from my thighs, to my hips, to waist in one very swift movement. That’s all. And it feels incredible. “He’s obsessed with me,” Clay’s voice sounds distant, although he’s just over 2 metres away. All I’m focussed on is the way Jeff’s hands feel on my body. I just want him close. Closer. “You love me though Jenson,” Jeff turns his head back to mine, and they are instantly practically touching. All I can seem to do is gaze into those beautiful eyes. If I was sober, I’d be cringing at myself. But I love this guy. “What are you thinking about now?” Shivers get sent down my spine by the whispers that flowed into my ear. A small smirk appears and disappears off his face. “You,” I smile, and blush, and try not to go into a giggle mess. “Me?” I bite my lip slightly and nod. “You’re too cute,” he kisses my cheek, then on my jawline, then once on my neck. And that’s all I needed. When our eyes lock once again, and our noses touch ever so slightly, I just can’t take it no more. I’m so in love with this guy. “I think we should-” is all I can say before he hops up, takes my hands, and we start walking upstairs.

Jeff walks into his bedroom first. I follow, pushing my entire body weight onto the door for it to close. It’s not heavy or anything. When I turn I see my beautiful boyfriend sat on the bed. I watch as his eyes scan my body from top to toe. My body sways as I walk towards him, and his gaze doesn’t change. “Stop! You’re making me embarrassed!” I push him on the shoulder. Soft hands embrace my still clothed hips. “You’re so beautiful,” whispering, he guides my body onto his, into a straddling position once again. My index finger goes to his lips, shushing him. The problem with pretty boy over here is he doesn’t shut up. So even when I shush him, he continues being absolutely fucking adorable. “I could look at you all day,” he shrugs. “Oh you could?” I question, pushing his chest down so he’s with his back against the bed. His hands proceed to smooth up and down my thighs as I’m leant over his with my clothes crotch on top of his. When they connect, Jeff’s face looks almost pleasured already. “You’re literally like a work of art,” he leans up to mutter into my ear. Before I can even reply, he rotates us so he’s on top. A kiss gets placed on my cheek. Another on my jawline. And another on my neck. A shockwave of pleasure gets sent through my body as I feel his tongue press against a very nice spot. Jeff knows my body better than I do. My hands go to the back of his neck. And then I realise that this isn’t what I want. Gently lifting his head, our eyes meet once again. Then I attach my lips onto his... finally.

Sometimes foreplay is a bit long. Sometimes it feels a little dirty. Sometimes you just wanna actually have a sensual moment. I wanna make love to my boyfriend. Especially in my cloud 9 state. His tongue glides along mine effortlessly. His hands smoothing from my waist to my hips to my thighs feels better than it ever has. Euphoria x100. In motion, he slips a hand to the front of my jeans, unbuttoning them and throwing them off. I giggle against his lips as they launch onto the floor. In a minuscule moment where his lips aren’t fix onto mine, I tug at the end of his tee. My hands magnetise onto the abs on his stomach with haste. The smile on Jeff’s face grows, but he presses his lips together in attempt to contain it. “What?” I whisper. “That kinda tickles,” my face: crimson.

In another supersonic action, my thong was on the floor. As was his joggers. All that remained between us was his boxers. And within seconds they had vanished too. “I love you,” I kiss him once. “So much,” I add, placing my lips against his in a lengthy kiss. You could hear it scream with passion and desire. Excitement rushed through my body as I finally feel his penis start to go inside me. My mouth widens to inhale a slightly deep breath of air. Having Jeff this close... I just know he’s mine. The pining kiss continued until he was fully inside. Eye to eye, nose to nose, I gaze up to him and smile. I get lost in the moment. This. This is perfection. There’s no place I’d rather be. No person I’d rather be with. This is it. Before anything, he stamps my forehead with a kiss. One, two, three. “You are so enthralling,” I look at him and frown with the biggest smile. “Enthral- what?” When I begin to giggle, he actually begins to blush. “Clay taught me it. It means, like, fascinating,” he explains. Which just makes my heart melt. I stick my bottom lip out in a sad motion. “What?” He nudges his nose against mine. “You’re just so cute,” I pin my lips back against his. Deep feelings of just pining for the godly specimen on top of me oozes through between the connection of our tongues.

My mouth widens as he begins to thrust himself out, and back in. He proceeds to place wet kisses against and around my lips. The heaviness of my breath correlates with the hand sliding up and down my thigh. Every touch sends an unexplainable feeling through my body. It must be the perfect blend of adrenaline, that love hormone and whatever the fuck drug I’m on. But I can’t focus on that. I can’t focus on anything but the fact that I’m in love with this boy. I’m making love to the boy that I love. The way he squeezes my thigh and my waist. I almost completely come undone when he lifts my right leg up slightly. “Fuck,” I moan against his tender lips. My fingers spread through his hair, pulling slightly more at every inch of pleasure pumping through my body. I know that I’m completely under his spell. I like it here.

I wrap my legs around his body more and more. Even though he’s as close as he can get, I’d try anything to get him closer. With every thrust I find myself not only a moaning mess, but falling for a boy that I’ve already fallen hard for. It’s like that excitement you get when you see a boy for the first time. And I don’t know what comes over me, but I flip us around so I end up being on top. My chest: flat against his. All I can do is smile cheekily. The thing with us is, we know each other. So I begin moving up and down on his manhood. Both of his hands go to my waist, guiding me at a steady pace. “Oh my god,” he rolls his eyes back. It’s nice to know I have some sort of hold on him, as back as that probably sounds. “You’re so beautiful,” kisses are placed all over my face, but mainly on my lips. Our tongues dance to the rhythm of our own beat. “Fuck Y/N,” this does it for me. His words send my body over the edge, pushing my insides to climax. As if it was in sync, Jeff reaches his too. I ride out both of our highs.

I throw myself down next to him. “You’re incredible, you know that?” He presses my body close to his. He feels like a dream. Or maybe it’s the very slightly delay of these drugs. Everything is just... more. “I think I just fell in love with you more,” he whisper into my ear. Every breath I cherish. “You’re so fucking cute, you know that?” Is what I find to respond with. I look up to him and see him thinking. The concentration on his face was quite full on. “I don’t think we should go back to the others,” when he turns his head, our eyes immediately lock. “Whyyyyyy?” I cock my leg up onto his abdomen, turning to face him fully. “I just wanna cuddle.” The beautiful Jeff Atkins.

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call-me-captain-gally · 3 years ago

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Chapter Four: Alone and Surrounded

I woke up alone on a small bed. I sat up quickly and looked around. The room was small and made completely of wood. There was an uncomfortable-looking chair next to my bed. The lone door in the room was shut. There were no other people in sight. I almost panicked but, struggling to get my bearings, I took a deep shaky breath and slowly let it out. I don't like being alone, yet I somehow keep managing to find myself in situations like this; scared and alone in some unknown place, with no memory of how I got there. At least I wasn't in a cage this time.

I looked over my right shoulder, then my left, even though I knew there was no one else in the room and all that was behind me was a plain wooden wall and the head of the bed frame. I stood up and winced as pain shot through my head. I immediately sat back down. I took a deep breath then stood again, slowly this time, and walked as gently as I could to the wooden door, trying my best to keep the ache at bay, though I was still slightly dizzy. Just as I was about to grab the brass doorknob, it turned. I tensed and took a step backward, feeling my heartbeat quicken a bit as I sway slightly on my feet and wait for the door to open to see who it was.

The door swung open, revealing a short boy—though still taller than me—with black hair with some small streaks of grey, which I assumed were caused by stress. We stood there staring at each other wide-eyed in surprise for a moment, neither of us originally expecting the other. He then composed himself and opened his mouth to talk just as another boy entered, tall and skinny but muscular with buzzed black hair and dark eyes. The door creaked as he pulled it shut behind him.

"You're up!" The tall, dark-skinned boy said, with a slightly high-pitched voice for a boy, "about shucking time!"

Before I could say a word in response, the door opened yet again, this time for Gally, Newt, and Alby. This is getting ridiculous, I may not like being alone, but this is too many people to have this close to me in so small of a room. Starting to feel a bit claustrophobic, I went back over to the bed and sat down, fidgeting with the sleeve of the black flannel shirt I had been wearing since I came up in the box.

I had so many questions, I didn't know what to ask first. I started with the first ones that came to my mind. "Where am I? Why am I here? How long have I been here? How did I even get here?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. One question at a time, shank." Said the short boy with the greying hair.

"Marie," I corrected, rolling my eyes. But I was too curious to linger on it; I wanted answers. "What happened? The last thing I remember, I was talking to you," I looked at Newt, "and then..." I trailed off, not knowing where to start.

"Well?" Gally said, encouraging me to go on.

"Well, answer my question! What happened?" I retorted.

"Not sure, really. You were with me, like you said, we were talking, but then you—well, I don't bloody know really, you just kinda passed out." Newt answered.

"I just passed out? Like that?"

"Seemed like it, yeah."

"Hmm," was all I said in response.

"Hmm?" repeated Gally. I nodded slowly but said nothing else on the matter.

After a long pause, I finally broke the silence. "I need to get out of here," I said, standing.

"No," said Gally, gently pushing me back down on the bed, "you ain't going nowhere till we find out what's wrong with you."

"For God's sake, there's nothing wrong with me!" I almost yelled, irritated and wanting to get out of this room. Gally looked slightly hurt but he was obviously trying not to show it. Newt had been standing next to him but took a step back, wide-eyed in shock by my sudden outburst. I took a deep breath and started again, trying to be more calm, "I just passed out; probably from heat exhaustion or something—I don't know—but I'm obviously doing fine now."

"She's right, there really doesn't seem to be anything wrong with her." The short boy spoke again.

This just seemed to piss Gally off even more. "Yeah, Clint, because you have a medical degree and would know." He retorted sarcastically.

"Maybe not, but Jeff and I are the closest things you do have to doctors. I'm just tryna do my job. And, as far as I can tell, she seems fine." The short boy, Clint, responded.

"Fine," said Gally looking to me again, "but you're staying in here for another night."

"Another night!?" I said, "I was out for the whole night?"

"That's right," Said the tall African American boy who I assumed was Jeff. "Honestly, though, I'd prefer to sleep in here anyway, if I were you. Comfier and you don't have ta be around a bunch of��boys."

I rolled my eyes but said nothing. I looked around the small room again, not knowing what else to do or say. I yawned. How I could possibly be tired, I don't know, though it was probably out of boredom or grogginess or something more than anything. I wondered what time it was, but it didn't seem like the boys had any way to tell time.

Then, the door in the corner opened yet again. I groaned out loud this time, annoyed that more and more people kept piling into this tiny room. "Just invite everyone in, why don't you," I said, rolling my eyes again. Minho walked in.

"Keep rolling your eyes like that and they'll end up stuck in the back of your head," he said. A comment that just made me roll my eyes yet again, resulting in a chuckle from both him and Newt.

Seeing a watch on Minho's wrist, I asked for the time. To which he answered that it was about Noon. I looked at Gally accusingly. He had been leaning quietly against a wall on the other side of the small room, unmoving and not saying a word since I yelled at him a few minutes ago.

"It's Noon and you were going to make me stay in here alone all day?" He rolled his eyes and left the room without answering. Alby followed him.

"You don't have to be alone," said the Jeff guy.

"Yeah, I can stay with you," added Newt.

"And I'll bring you something to eat," said Clint. I looked to Minho and he just smirked, telling me in his own way that there was no way he was doing something for me like that.

I looked back down to the watch on his wrist. "Why do you have a watch but no one else seems to?" I asked.

"Only Runners get them," he answered. "We have to know the time to make sure we get back before the doors close."

"What doors?"

"The ones to the walls," he said, "y'know, the giant openings in 'em."

"You're telling me that those walls just close?"

"That's right," answered Newt, joining in on our conversation. "Every night."

"How?" I asked.

"How the Hell are we supposed to know!" Minho chimed in. "The Creators must be smart, to make all of this, they obviously found a way."

"The Creators?"

"That's what we call whoever put us in here."

"Oh, okay," I said, yawning again.

"We'll let you have some more rest and I'll tell Jeff 'n them to wait on the food till you're ready," said Newt, directing Minho towards the door.

"Actually, Newt, would you mind maybe staying?" I said before they left.

"Oh, uh. Yeah, sure," he said, stopping and taking his hand off of Minho, then walking to the door and holding it open for him.

"And could you, uh, shut the door, please?"

"Okay..." He said, shutting the door behind Minho. He came over and sat on the wooden chair next to the bed, and crossed his legs. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"Oh, nothing," I said, "I'm fine. I just—I—I just wanted someone to talk to" I noticed myself fidgeting with one of the buttons on my shirt and crossed my arms.

"Oh," he said. "Okay, then, what is it you want to talk about?"

"Well," I said. "Wait, so that's really all that happened earlier; we were talking and I just... fainted?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well... I guess I had a—kind of like a dream? Or something. I don't know... But, like, it just seemed so—so real."

"Okay..." he said, encouraging me to go on. "And what happened?"

"Well, I don't know. It's—it's hard to explain; I was with you but then..." I tried my hardest to remember exactly what had happened. Newt reached out and grabbed my hand, showing that it was okay and that he understood.

I closed my eyes, forcing myself to push past the barrier in my mind and remember. I felt a slight breeze and opened my eyes. We were no longer in the small wooden room, but instead, we were outside, surrounded by stone walls covered in vines. Newt looked at me, confused. I shrugged and looked around. Something caught my eye above us and I looked up, seeing someone clinging to the vines on the wall. It was just like my dream, except that it wasn't me up there this time. I nudged Newt and pointed up to the person. I walked slightly closer to the wall to get a better look.

Just then, they jumped. I gasped and stepped back, not knowing how to react. Newt was by my side, and I grabbed his arm, scared of what would happen to the person who just jumped. The person fell to the ground with a thump and cried out in pain. I let go of Newt and walked towards the person, only hesitating slightly.

"Hey," I said, "Are you okay?" No response, as if they didn't hear me. "What happened? Why were you up there?" Still no answer. I continued to walk to the person. "Are you okay?" I asked again, louder this time. I stopped dead in my tracks when I got close enough to get a good look at the boy. He was laying on the ground in a very uncomfortable-looking position, whimpering, his long blonde hair covering his face. He looked an awful lot like—like... Newt? But... No—no, it couldn't be... Newt was just with me. I looked back to where I left him. He was still there, staring at the boy on the ground, eyes wide. But the boy on the ground looked exactly like him, even with his face being mostly hidden in his hair.

Suddenly, Alby ran around the corner, running right past me, as if he didn't even see me. "Alby," I said. He didn't respond, didn't even look at me. He walked right up to the boy that had fallen. I followed his lead, standing behind him and looking over his shoulder at the boy. He didn't even seem to notice me standing so close. He leaned down and brushed the hair out of the boy's face. It was Newt! I looked behind me and Newt was still standing there, unmoving. I looked back over Alby's shoulder, confused. Newt was there, too. I closed my eyes, trying to make sense of what was happening, and tried to clear my mind.

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rawiswhore · 4 years ago

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*Insert Male Wrestler* x Fem Reader- “Party On Your Pussy”

What male wrestler?

Find out.

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Usually, you hate facial hair.

It sometimes makes a man uglier, especially handlebar and porn moustaches, and hides their gorgeous features, and you even wonder what one of these men would look like without facial hair.

But, there are a few men out there who are surprisingly handsome with facial hair.

Who are they?

Shawn Michaels, Jeff Hardy, Christian, Test, CM Punk, Rob Van Dam, Val Venis and Brian Pillman.

And they all just so happen to be wrestlers.

Even though you prefer Shawn without facial hair than with it, sometimes when he returned to the WWF in 1999, like when he cut a promo at Triple H and Chyna, and when he stood in the ring with Debra and Sable during an evening gown match while he was dressed in black, how HOT did he look? Oy vey.

Jeff doesn't have that much facial hair besides those sideburns, but during his original run in TNA in 2004 and 2005, he had a little soul patch of facial hair in a vertical line going down his chin.

Test and Brian Pillman are who you wonder what they'd look like without facial hair.

Rob Van Dam and Christian barely have any facial hair, but they have the perfect amount of stubble to chafe your skin.

Val Venis looks sexier without facial hair than with it, though he looks hot with that goatee as well.

Before CM Punk grew a beard and really blew up in popularity with that pipe bomb he made at John Cena, he was an up and coming wrestler in both the WWE and the revived ECW in 2006, and how hot was he during the late 2000's? Oy vey.

One night in 1999, when Shawn returned to the WWF for a brief period, you invited him back to a hotel room and told him what you want him to do to you.

In the summer of 1999, when Val had a lot of facial hair, you invited him to a hotel room and told him what you want him to do to you.

If it's Jeff, Test, Christian, Brian, Rob, or CM Punk you want, for Jeff the year is 2005, Test it's 1999/2000, Christian is 2000, Brian is 1996, Rob is late 90's/early 2000's and CM Punk is late 2000's.

Jeff didn't have any face paint on his face, Christian and Test had their long hair hanging down and not tied up in a ponytail.

When you explained to him what you wanted, you pressed your body on his, slowly swaying your body left and right, putting both of your hands on Shawn/Christian/Rob's facial stubble.

Your thumb rubbed across the top of Val/Test/Brian's goatee.

You could feel his erection pressing through his pants and trying to poke you in your vulva.

When you got into bed, you didn't have any bottoms on: no pants/skirts and definitely no underwear, and had your legs spread wide open.

He was lying on his stomach on the mattress in between your legs, his face was buried in your pussy, and you could feel his rough facial stubble/facial hair on your vagina.

Shawn/Christian/Rob's short, sharp facial stubble was poking and chafing your twat, but you didn't mind it.

Jeff/Brian/Test/Val/CM Punk's facial hair was chafing and tickling your vagina, Brian/Test/Val/even Jeff have facial hair that feels like an unkempt toothbrush.

The tip of his tongue poked into your twathole, where a gooey, salty white cream was inside your cunt.

The tip of his tongue could taste that salty white pussy juice in your twat, and he wanted to it that up.

You could feel his tongue inside your pussy, but you didn't mind it.

Your hand was behind his head, your fingers buried through his hair, and pulled him into your twat.

His nose could smell and inhale the scent of your pussy, your cunt smelled salty but delicious.

He flicked his tongue a bit when his tongue was up your pussy hole, tasting that little cream in your vaginal hole.

He probably isn't going to put his entire tongue inside your cunt hole, but maybe later.

His tongue slid backwards a few inches until it left your pussy hole, only for his tongue to lick up the middle of your vagina, to where your clit is.

Your clit was in between his lips, in his mouth, and he proceeded sucking on your clit.

He kissed your clit like it was your lips, making out with your clitoris.

Jeff/CM Punk leaned their faces until their facial hair was touching your pussy, Jeff's bristles were rough and dry.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh yeaaaaaaaaaaahhhh" you moaned and cried, your eyes closed and your fingers grabbing his hair, but not too hard "Just suck my clit!"

Val groaned while he sucked your clit, his lips made your clit buzz and vibrate from that groaning.

He could nearly confess what he feels about your pussy, how juicy and yummy it is.

Brian/Val has such thick hair, perfect for your fingers to get lost into and grab onto.

He unwrapped his mouth off of your clit, which bugged you, but he began to flick the tip of his tongue on your clit, licking it, licking under your clitoral hood.

You can feel the sensation while he licks your clitoris.

"Mmmmmm!!!" you mumbled, biting your bottom lip as he licked your clit. "Don't stop!!!"

Even though he's licked your pussy many times, he can't wait until his tongue travels and roams all over your twat, tasting your juicy cunt.

His tongue rolled over your clitoral hood, sometimes in a vertical line up and down, other times horizontally across.

Your fingers were gliding down through his hair, your fingers messing up Rob's ponytail without pulling his hairtie off.

Your pussy's getting wetter and wetter while his tongue strokes your clit, and blood has been filling your clit up even before you took your bottoms off.

You feel like you can feel your vagina getting wetter, like it wants to release these drops through your vaginal pores.

His mouth is lubricating your clit with his saliva, sometimes he's leaning into your clit so much to kiss it, either by puckering up and kissing your clitoris, other times to put your clit in his mouth and suck on it.

"Ohhhh God, Daddy!!!" you whined and whimpered.

You hope the people next door won't hear you sexually moaning while he's trying to make you cum.

Test/Val's facial bristles above his lip are draping over your clitoral hood, chafing it, his bristles feeling rough over your hood.

Test, Val, Shawn, Christian and even Jeff Hardy and Triple H were in the WWF at the same time they had facial hair, and what if they all one night, were going to "run a train" on you where they all eat your twat out while they chafe your pussy with their facial hair.

He may as well confess it, since his tongue was up your pussy hole...

"You taste so fucking good" he confessed, his voice husky and warm, like a purr. "I can't wait to eat you out"

As his tongue caressed your clitoris, his hands caressed and stroked up and down your thighs, you could feel chills and tingles when he caressed your thighs.

Chills were running down your spine, whereas your head was arching back and forth.

You weren't faking this orgasm, he really did make you feel this way.

As you're moaning over and over, Brian Pillman is tempted to pick up the phone by the bed and call his friends, proving to them that he really is giving you cunnilingus.

CM Punk's hair was a little greasy while your fingers ran down his hair, whereas Christian's long locks were so silky, perfect to run your fingers through.

Brian/Val growled and groaned a bit while his tongue licked your clitoris, Brian acting like the crazy madman he plays not just in the WWF, but also ECW.

His growls made your clit buzz and vibrate.

"Press your tongue on my clit!" you ordered him to do.

He listened to you, where he pressed the tip of his tongue down on your clit, where your G-spot is underneath your crotch.

"Could you lick while pressing your tongue?" you asked him.

He could try to do that, and that's what he tried.

Did it work?

A little.

"You're so fucking hot" you moaned and expressed. "You're making me so fucking horny!"

He grinned a little bit hearing that.

Even though you have a sensitive clitoris, your nipples and areolas are even more sensitive, and it feels so good to rub and scratch them.

You're tempted to rub your nipples and areolas while he's eating you out, maybe it might even make you cum, though your fingers are already in his hair.

Sometimes, he even nibbled a little bit on your clit, not biting it too hard, but biting it gently.

Your clit and your vagina is so squishy and soft, like a mattress.

He was really building you up when he licked and sucked your clit, you felt like you were getting higher and higher with every lick he made, until you reached the very top.

"I-I'm gonna cum!!!" you cried out and exclaimed, feeling like you've reached the top of the hill.

Pretty soon, you creamed and squirted out of your twat, not enough to squirt like in some porn, but you did cum, and your vaginal hole leaked and poured some white gooey cum out, your clit pounding and beating like a heartbeat afterwards.

You cried when you came, wonder if he can feel the cum on his facial hair/goatee?

He's got a beard, well, you're tryna wet it.

Your fingers grabbed onto his hair when you came, though you didn't grab his hair too hard enough to hurt him.

Now there's only one place for his tongue to go...

Since you had came, his tongue lolled out of his mouth and licked up and down the middle of your twat, licking up that salty, clear cum.

His tongue roamed on your pussy, licking up your left pussy flap, feeling the rough texture in that flap, only to shift and slide across your clit and drag the tip of his tongue down your right pussy flap.

Brian's tongue was zigzagging all over your pussy, licking your twat like the madman he plays in the WWF.

He was trying to not be too rough when he ate your twat out.

Test's tongue stroked your pussy very slowly and lovingly, caressing it, he licking your pussy like the mellow character he plays in the WWF.

Shawn/Jeff/Christian/Rob/Val/CM Punk's tongue ate you out normally, their tongues licking your pussy, making sure to taste your twat and make it last on his tongue.

You probably tasted better before you came, but whatever.

His tongue licked up and down the sides of your vagina like a Popsicle, like a paintbrush brushing a picket fence up and down.

Sometimes, the tip of his tongue licked across your pussy back and forth in a horizontal line.

It didn't just lick the sides and corners of your pussy, but also the middle of your twat, licking up and down over and over.

When his tongue was eating your pussy out, he was trying for his facial stubble/goatee to also touch your pussy as well, and sometimes it did.

His facial hair has been rough on your cunt and you want something to ease the pain.

Though, should he move his face a few inches away from your pussy until his facial hair isn't touching your vagina, that way his tongue will lick the parts poked by his facial hair?

Ah well.

There's a reason his face is buried in your pussy right now and not someone whose clean shaven.

Jeff's tongue was licking where his little soul patch was in between your vaginal flaps, his tongue easing the pain when he licked where his facial hair previously was.

Shawn could nearly invite Triple H over to eat your twat out, and Triple H was starting to grow some facial hair again in the summer of 1999.

Trips did look pretty hot in 1999, when Shawn cut a promo at him and Chyna, at least Triple H in the summer of 1999 looked better than he did in 2005/2006 when he had that handlebar walrus moustache.

"You taste so fucking sweet" he expressed, his voice husky, warm and sexy. "So tender, so juicy"

Val was trying to say this like his iconic porn star character he plays in the WWF, his voice gravelly but smooth.

Val groaned and took a deep inhale like he sometimes does when he cuts promos in the WWF, you taste that damn good to him.

That groan and growl he does is kinda unsexy though...

He remembered how his tongue tried to poke inside your twat hole, so he directed his tongue over to your pussy hole, where you creamed and came.

The tip of his tongue poked into your pussy hole, tasting the salty insides, and he managed to try to insert his tongue up your cunt hole.

His tongue curled and rolled together as it entered your pussy hole, feeling the sides of your vagina.

This was very strange, your eyes were bugging out and growing wild.

It's not his penis in your pussy hole or his finger, but his tongue.

Your eyes looked down, only to find him trying to penetrate his tongue in your vaginal hole.

He tried to make the sides of his tongue uncoil and separate while it was inside your twat hole, his tongue was stretching your pussy walls apart.

He tried to also make his tongue thrust back and forth inside your pussy hole like it was his own actual penis.

He gets an A for effort.

#shawn michaels #christian #jeff hardy #cm punk #rob van dam #test #val venis #brian pillman #90s #2000s #00s #wwf #tna #ecw #wwe #fanfiction

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Chapter 27

It only takes a day or two for Jordan to get over what happened. It’s not even a week later, all of them sat around a table on the roof of Hoax, that Jeff tries to get him talking about it. It goes the same as just about every time Curly’s tried to do the same thing:

“You’re weirdly chill about the whole thing,” he’s saying now.

Jordan shrugs. “It’s done.”

“Like… Weirdly chill,” Dean seconds, but he’s shrugged off too.

Jeff huffs, dissatisfied. “It’s been less than a week and you’re back at work, are you dumb?”

Nothing.

“I can see the thing weeping from here.”

“Jeff,” Curly groans, but Jordan doesn’t even react, just begins to stand. “That’s fucking minging.”

“Break’s up,” Jordan grunts and, just like that, he grabs his beer and leaves the scene; back towards the bar where he’s scheduled to keep pouring drinks ‘til two.

It started with him laughing it off. Curls had driven him home, decided to stay a night or two in case he bled out or plotted to kill the bloke who stabbed him or summet equally stupid. Jordan had said “you’re mothering me,” as Curly ran about making coffee and moving pillows and replacing gauze. “I ain’t dying, Curls. Give it a fuckin’ rest,” he’d told him, and laughed as he said it. He’d winced right after, loud enough for Curly to hear it with his back to him (still working on that coffee) even after he tried to cover it with a sniff and a cough. “We’ve got bigger shit to worry about, like if I should cover it with a tattoo of your face, or Joe Strummer’s.”

Curls had snorted, shaking his head. “You aren’t funny,” he’d said. “Sit down, will you? And stop taking before you hurt yourself.”

“Nobody’s ever told me I talk too much before,” Jordan mused.

“I’m serious, Jordan. Stop acting like you’ve scraped your bloody knee and sit down.”

“Stop acting like I’m a fucking bitch,” Jordan has snapped, shutting him up.

“How’s he been?” Dean’s whispering, like Jordan could somehow hear them from all the way over there. He leans over the table, engaged, and it gives Curly a better view of the man in question, working way over Dean’s shoulder. “Normal?”

“Arsey,” Curls tells him in a grunt. “Just wanted to laugh it off at first, then he started playing it down. Now he’s always in a mood and rips my head off every time I mention it. I just feel so fucking guilty, and I know I should. The bloke was trying to buy from me, but. God, I wish he’d make it a bit easier on me.”

Jeff shrugs to Curly’s right and leans over the small circular table in a similar way to Dean. “He’s not mad at you. Probably embarrassed,” he suggests. “You know what he’s like: stubborn as fuck. Probably plotting how to fuck the guy up.”

“That’s not funny,” Dean scolds.

“I’m not kidding.” The man lifts his drink to take a short sip. “He’s as prideful as he is angry, you’ve seen it yourself.”

This has Curly’s attention returning from Jordan at the bar, to Jeff at the table. “What do you mean?”

“Well done,” Dean huffs. “Get him freaked out about one more thing, why don’t you, Jeff?”

Truthfully, he could have guessed that Jordan has a taste for revenge. He remembers how Jordan had told him in a round-about way that some of his past rivals were still in the picture. Curly has never dared ask any more about it. All he knows is that Jordan’s a product of his past and he’s not the type to let shit slide because of it. Just a week ago they spotted Jules in the bottom bar and Curly had to talk J down for forty minutes before they could get on with their night – and that only worked out because Jules had left by then. All that over a slur – go knows how far he’d go to get back at the asshole that sent him to the ER.

“I know he has history,” Curly confirms. “He told me about the gang shit-" Sort of. “-but he left it all in New York. Isn’t that proof that he knows how to leave shit in the past? That was ages ago – before you pair even knew him.” His friends exchange a look. “What?”

“You’ve only seen his best side, buddy,” Dean says.

“I’ve seen him stab a bloke.”

“Protecting you,” Jeff corrects. “He’s done the same thing for less.”

He gets a hard shove from Dean then. “Alright, that’s enough, Jeff,” he says with a glance towards Curly. “Ignore him. J’s not half as pissy as he used to be. He’s probably just trying to move on.”

Curly’s scowling though, looking between the pair as he asks, “what do you mean ‘same for less?’ In Brockton, you mean?” Maybe it was naive to think his boyfriend stabbing a bloke was a one-off.

Just as Dean exclaims, “no!” Jeff insists, “Of course,” before he adds, “stop sheltering him, Dean, he’s not a kid and he’s fuckin’ dating the guy,” with a roll of his eyes before he turns slightly to give Curly his full focus.

Dean seems to back down, slouching back in his chair and Jeff continues; “Listen, I don’t need to tell you that Jord’s a damn fucking good guy. He’s one of my best friends and if I thought there was a secret of his worth keeping, I’d do it – even from you. But it’s no secret that he acts on anger. He was protecting you when he hurt that guy and you know he’d do it again to any motherfucker that laid a bad hand on you.” He doesn’t continue until Curly nods and he’s confident that he’s being understood. “-But he was also settling a score. They didn’t come out of nowhere. There’s this guy--”

“Nick,” Curly recalls. Tell Nick that if I see any of you again, I’ll fuckin’ kill you. He remembers how Jordan’s face had changed into something terrifying when he spat that out. How he wiped the knife clean on his pants like it was nothing. “I knew that already.”

“Did you know he’s dead?”

He forgets to respond. Curly’s stomach suddenly feels heavy; his head light, as the implications in Dean’s question ring clear. He didn’t know that. He attempts to remain passive, leaning back into his seat again and reaching with a shaky hand for his drink. Curly takes a long sip whilst he waits for Jeff to go on, but he doesn’t. He’s glancing at Dean now like he’s only just realising that maybe it wasn’t his place after all.

“Well done,” Dean says again, quieter than he had last time. “I asked him about it, Curly,” he tells him, now that their friend’s gone quiet. Jeff doesn’t look remorseful – he looks satisfied if anything, as he sits back and watches Dean speak. “He damn near ripped my head off. It killed him to hear that we thought even for a second that he could kill somebody. I believe him.”

“Dead since when?” He forgets to sound passive this time.

Dean shrugs. “Since... Brandon was here – that’s when he told us, anyway.”

“Look,” Jeff cuts in. “I’m not saying it was him. I’m just saying that he knew how and when it happened.”

“Fucking hell, Jeff, you’re not very bloody convincing,” Curly points.

“Fucking right he isn’t,” Dean confirms. “Curly, listen. Jordan knows a lot of people. That’s all. He doesn’t know how to let shit go. He gets the wrong people involved with his shit. You think we’d have sat there with him just now, thinking he’d m—” he drops to a hissed whisper. “—Thinking he’d murdered someone? We’re fucking clean. You know we’re not like that. And I know you know he isn’t either.”

“All I was tryna say is that he acts before he thinks,” Dean reason. “He’s got beef with a dead guy in a gang – do you get that? That shit follows you.”

“Bit of feedback mate,” Curly begins, hissing back. “Maybe next time, open with summet like ‘Jordan’s never killed anyone but..’ yeah? Put me at ease a bit.”

By this point, all three of them are leant in, talking snappily – not that any of them notice until Jordan’s voice is pulling them out of the tight triangle.

“Fuck’s up with you guys?”

They all jump back, reaching for their drinks at the same time as they mumble “nothing” and “nowt” like it isn’t too late to act casual. His neck feels hot, worked up from the conversation and anxious from having been caught.

“… Right,” Jordan nods slowly, rounding the table to stand at Curly’s side, where he leans a hand on the back of his chair. “These assholes grillin’ you?”

Curly scoffs, neck arched to look up towards the man. “You’ve got no idea,” he tells him, trying his best to stay loose as he smiles up at the man.

J mustn’t notice, because he gives a small smile in return. “Well you’re in luck; I’m here to save you.” Curly frowns. “Apparently I’ve gotta go home,” he then tells him, rolling his eyes, and Curly’s on his feet so quick that the blood heating his neck shoots right to his brain.

“Why, what happened?” his eyes dart to the bandage on the side of J’s neck, and it’s funny how quickly your mind can just drift from your boyfriend’s possible murderous past when his own welfare is in question. It looks clean though, despite Jeff’s earlier joke.

“Nothing.” Jordan huffs, taking a second to glance between the other two men as he confirms, “I’m fucking fine. We’re quiet. We have four managers in. They don’t need me.”

“Hey, Charlie,” Jeff calls to a woman clearing glasses off the table beside their own. “Is he ‘fine’ or is he talkin’ shit?”

“He’s talking shit,” she responds without a second thought, then points towards Curly. “Get the boy home,” she demands.

Curly gives Jordan a look, raising a brow as the man continues to look irritated. “I’m knackered anyway,” he lies. “And these pair are doing my head in. Let’s go.”

“Asshole,” Dean mutters, but Curly’s already ushering Jordan away from the table.

***

“Are you alright?”

Curly must have been doing a good job of faking sleep because Jordan jolts a little when he speaks, eyes leaving the ceiling. He’s been like that since they got into bed; just lying there on his back, breathing heavily as he stares up at the ceiling. Curly wonders what’s got his breath so erratic and his brows furrowing like he’s having a row in his head.

The man opens his mouth to respond, but Curly cuts him off before he can. “I know you are,” he amends. “I know you don’t need me to take care of you, but. Are you alright?” He reaches out to touch the man’s face, fingers sliding over his cheek when Jordan finally turns his head to look at him.

“You always seem so… Angry,” he explains, his voice dropping to a whisper as he asks, “are you angry?”

Jordan takes a deep breath before he rolls onto his side, a hand landing on Curly’s waist to pull him a little closer. Curly ends up on the edge of his pillow, but he doesn’t mind. Jordan just nods.

“At me?” Curly doesn’t mean to sound so woe. He almost hopes he says yes – better to be angry at Curly than the guy who hurt him, if his conversation with Jeff and Dean is anything to go by. “Because he thought I was dealing?” He’s almost coaxing.

“No,” Jordan mumbles. “Not you.”

He slides in a little closer, from the edge of his pillow to the edge of Jordan’s, who tickles his back with the tips of his fingers beneath the covers. It’s the most tender moment they’ve had in a week. “At that bloke? Rory?”

The man shrugs. “Maybe. I don’t know.” His brows furrow like they had been as he stared up at the ceiling. “I keep replaying it in my head. I get so—” He shrugs again, his eyes cast somewhere over Curly’s shoulder, distracted by the thought.

“Tell me,” he whispers – wants to say help me understand, but he’s not sure Jordan even understands it himself.

“It was a cheap shot,” he says. “A dumb fight at a house party. He didn’t have to…” He shakes his head as he trails off.

It feels harsh, but Curly thinks maybe he might put things into perspective by saying, “isn’t it just the same as when you did it? To that guy in the street?” He gets no response. “Do you regret it?”

“No,” Jordan says quickly, the volume of his voice rising just a little with the speed of his reply. “That was different.”

“Because of Nick?” He hadn’t planned to bring him up – really, and when Jordan’s eyes return to him, it’s Curly’s turn to look off into the darkness beyond the bed. “Because of revenge?”

Jordan goes quiet again and rolls back onto his back where his breaths pick up again, just slightly. Curly’s not sure he’d have even noticed if he wasn’t listening out for it.

“I’m not trying to quiz you,” he tells him honestly, his knuckles sliding over the man’s jaw in an attempt to soothe him. “I want to understand.”

“So do I,” Jordan agrees, then goes back to gritting his teeth at the ceiling.

“Don’t try to get back at Rory.” The words tumble right out. “Please. He’s not worth it.”

Slowly, Jordan reaches up and takes Curly’s wrist in his hand. He brings his hand a little further up, to his lips where Curly thinks he will kiss him, but he instead just holds his hand there against his mouth, before he guides it away from him completely. Jordan drags his own palms over his face then, taking two long, deep before he crosses his arms over his stomach and asks point-blank, “when did you find out about Nick?”

He hadn’t realised that his request about Rory would hold such a clear connection to Nick’s death, but the fact that it quite clearly does for Jordan has his chest tightening up and his stomach hollowing right out.

He’s done the same thing for less.

“Tonight.” There’s no sense in lying to him. In fact, the second he responds, Curly feels lighter. He hadn’t realised how wrong it felt to have made so many assumptions about his own boyfriend behind his back.

“Dean?” Jordan asks, and Curly nods. “I didn’t kill him.”

“I know,” he tells him, taking himself off-guard because, although he means it, Curly’s not sure even he realised it until just then. “I know you didn’t.”

“Th—” Jordan’s breath hitches. It’s a sight Curly’s never seen before – imagined, even – Jordan bringing a hand back up to his face to press his hand to his mouth.

“J.” He feels pathetic as he searches for something to say, because Jordan’s—He’s crying, pulling in jagged breaths beneath his palm. Curly pushes himself up, reaches out to pull the man’s hand from his face. Jordan lets him but is following his lead and sitting up, hanging his head between his shoulders before Curly can try to catch his eye. “It’s alright, whatever it—"

“They weren’t meant to fucking kill him,” he says between heaving breaths. “F-fuck, they—Nobody—” Jordan’s holding his head in his hands, shoulders shaking but he must be holding the sobs back because he barely makes a noise. Curly doesn’t either as he tries to make sense of his words – or rather find an explanation that isn’t Jordan knowing about it all.

The tendons in the man’s neck are straining and Curly dreads to think about the state of the other side, under the bandage, or the pain it must be causing him.

“Okay.” He nods as he slides a hand up to the back of his neck and into his hair. “Do you know who it was?” It’s so fucking stupid to ask – knowing that kind of information is dangerous, Curly knows that, but, as he looks at Jordan like this, doubled over and gasping for breath as he cries into his hands, it’s hard to believe there’s no explanation that excuses his involvement and makes it all make sense. He’s left in suspense though, feeling more and more desperate as he cards his fingers through the man’s hair and waits for him to catch his breath and calm himself.

“Some guys from New York,” Jordan finally says. “I paid them to… Beat him up a little. Get him off my back – the guy’s been on me since I left the city. Seven fucking years, Curly. And if I— Boyd would have killed me that night, I swear he would have. You too.”

Curly can only assume Boyd’s the guy who got stabbed – remembers what Dean had said about how Jordan was protecting him that night, but he was also settling a score. Jordan’s words are suddenly so rushed that Curly’s taking guesses at the gaps he leaves – like exactly who Boyd even is. A connection to Nick, he’d guess.

“Why?” He feels so daft and naive by asking it, but, “what’s worth going after you for that long? What is it that’s so bad but could be fixed by killing you?”

Jordan scoffs. “Nick—” He pauses to straighten up, wiping his hands over his face and glancing briefly at Curly before he looks down at his lap. He doesn’t hide his face now though, just casts his eyes to his lap. “He used to… He and my mom were together for a while, I think.”

Curly had expected drugs or gang crimes or something of the like – not an old stepdad. “You think?”

“He—” Jordan shakes his head, sniffs. His hysterics are fading, and it’s almost like Jordan’s accepted the rest of the story. Has disconnected himself from all the emotion attached it his past. It’s just the present that he’s having a hard time with. “It’s complicated. Nick was an asshole. I barely even remember him, ‘cause my mom’s next… Guy, Marc – he pretty much chased him off the scene. But we owed him money,” he explains, and that makes a little more sense. Curls wonders what kind of boyfriend would give a mother and her kid so much grief over money. “Nick had a lot of enemies anyway. He was a joke but Marc was the real deal and he took it personally, so we were covered. But then, when things got fucked up with Marc… Well, we didn’t have any protection anymore.”

“So you left New York to get away from Nick,” he tries to follow.

“No,” he finally looks Curly’s way, seemingly forgetting the root of the conversation as he gets lost in the story. “Marc chased us out, he—” He looks genuinely remorseful now. “It was my fault, but that’s… Somethin’ else. Difference is, Marc only wanted us gone, but Nick still wanted his money, so we left, and he didn’t bother us for a while. And then I saw these two guys at the club one night; Boyd and Rick.”

“Was that them? In the street?”

The man nods. “I paid ‘em off as much as a could, but we still owed Nick… Fuck, thousands.”

Curly wants so badly to tell Jordan that there’s no ‘we’ – that he’s got no doubt that it’s Jordan’s mother that owes the money, and that Jordan just got dragged into it all, but then the man adds, “he’d have killed me for the sake of getting my mom’s fucking attention. She don’t even know he was around – I barely know where she is half of the time, never mind them.”

“So, you paid somebody to beat him up, like a warning? Where did you get that kind of money? How much would—”

“Just—” J shakes his head again. “The point is, I didn’t fuckin’ pay to get him killed. I just—fuck.” The realisation must dawn on him again, and something tells Curly that this is the first time Jordan’s really let himself take it all in. “I haven’t heard from them since – any of them. The guys I paid, Boyd or Rick.”

“Okay, so that’s good—”

“No Curly, it’s not fucking good because they killed Nick and I paid them! I—” He stops, snaps his mouth shut and arches into himself again. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I just. This shit can come back to me. So fucking easily. If they figured out who did it, they’d ask questions, it’d come right back—”

“But he has a lot of enemies,” Curls reads back. “You said that. Seven years is a long fucking time, J. I bet he’s got a lot of new enemies in New York by now.” Fuck knows if what he’s saying holds any weight, but Curly just talks and talks and hopes something sticks. “If anyone is questioning anything, I’ll bet they’re running ‘round in bloody circles. If it was them who killed him, it’s on them.” He knows rightly that Jordan has played a large part in it but— “he sounds like a fucking arsehole. He’d have killed you if you didn’t do it first. And me and your mum. You didn’t want him dead; I believe that, but he is and, love, it’s probably bloody good that he is.”

Jordan remains quiet as he lays back down. He lies on his side and Curly spots the orange-red liquid weeping through his bandage but says nothing, for now, instead lowering himself to lay beside him, pulling the sheets over them and hooking an ankle over the man’s leg.

The man nods, no longer looking away but instead directly at Curly as his fingers play with his hair. “I fucking hated him,” he tells him. “When I was a kid, he was...” Jordan huffs. “And now he’s dead, and it’s my fault, and I feel sick. I keep thinking of all the different ways I coulda fixed it instead.”

“Did he hurt you? And your mum?”

Jordan just huffs again, shifting until they’re sharing Curly’s pillow this time. “Stop tryna make me a martyr,” he tells him, hushed. “Don’t look for reasons to hate him. Let me be sorry.” Their noses touch as he closes his eyes, just a little too tight. “I am sorry.”

“I believe you,” Curly tells him.

It’s done. Jordan didn’t mean to do it. It was probably some freak accident where they guys went too hard -- if it was even them at all. J’s got a totally different life in Brockton. No visible ties at all. He pushes himself up again, eyes on the man’s neck again, too unsettled to start lying around doing nothing.

“Please let me change your bandage.”

Jordan hums as he gives a small nod. “Okay, once.”

One bloody problem at a time, he thinks.

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zanesgirlfriend · 5 years ago

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Number Neighbors | Part Two | Jeff Wittek

A/N: This picks up directly where the smut leaves off

READ PART ONE HERE

READ THE SMUT HERE

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"When are you leaving?" You slid off of Jeff, rolling onto your back, and attempted to catch your breath. That was undoubtedly the best sex you'd ever had, not only because of his physical blessings, but because of the already established emotional connection.

"You tryna get rid of me already?" He chuckled, his smile more beautiful in person. He sat up, his arms outstretched in front of him.

"No, the opposite!" You smiled as your hands locked with his. "I never want you to leave."

"You could always come with me." His words were slow and careful, which was weird considering how sarcastic he usually was.

"But I have a job here, I can't just pack up and leave." His eyes captured you, causing you to feel trapped in his gaze. You didn't mind though.

"You could get an even better one in LA. You've told me a million times how you want to do more."

"You never answered my question."

"You're changing the subject. We have to have this conversation eventually. I'm serious about this and about you. Now that I've held you I don't know how long I can go without you." His words tugged at your heart and you felt a deep sadness growing in you. You'd realized that he couldn't stay here forever.

"Can we talk about it tomorrow? I just want to appreciate the fact that you're here right now." You crawled into his lap once again, his arms wrapping tightly around you.

"Deal."

The two of you laid in bed talking and cuddling for a while before Jeff's phone rang. "It's David." He told you as he answered the FaceTime call.

"Todd said you have a secret girlfriend." David looked down at the phone as he exited a casino.

"Not much of a secret anymore, aye?" Jeff joked.

"Can we see her then?"

"She's not wearin' the most clothes right now, sorry." Jeff did that little high-pitched laugh you loved so much.

"Ohh, okay, well I wanted you to come film a bit with Jason." David laughed before getting to the point.

"I'm a little busy." Jeff started, not wanting to leave you.

"We'll be there." You peeked your head into the frame.

"Hey! I'm David!" David laughed as he looked at you.

"Y/n! We'll see you in twenty." You tapped Jeff's phone, ending the call before standing up and searching for a bra. Jeff was frozen for a moment, he'd never seen such an impulsive side of you. "Are you coming or am I meeting them myself?"

"You're crazy." His smile broke the silence before his words did.

"Not as crazy as you telling them I'm your girlfriend before you even asked me out." You stuck your tongue out at him before disappearing into the bathroom.

"Hey!" He chased after you, stumbling as he attempted to put his underwear on. "You weren't supposed to know about that!"

"Awe, is this our first fight?" You made a cute pouty face as your arms hugged his waist. "Kiss it and make it better?" You asked as if a joke fight was an elbow scrape.

"Always." He kissed you gently, smiling as you pulled away.

"All better!"

Before you knew it you were in your car on the way to David's hotel. The closer you got, the more nerves you felt creeping into you. Jeff was real, you were his girlfriend, and you were about to meet his friends for the first time. His fingers interlocked with yours, calming you down slightly as you got in the elevator.

"They're gonna love you." His deep voice was soothing.

"I hope so."

Jeff knocked on the door, barely interrupting all the voices behind it. David opened the door, introducing himself and letting you in.

"Hey, everyone, this is my number neighbor and girlfriend, y/n." Jeff showed you off to the room, a chorus of hellos jumping out at you. You smiled and sat down between Jeff and a pretty black haired girl as everyone talked.

"I'm Mariah." She introduced herself.

"Y/n." It wasn't long before awkward small talk became a real conversation. You learned that she was also from New York, and she was a dancer. You'd learned a few other peoples names, but Mariah was your favorite. You ended up exchanging numbers before joining the rest of the groups conversation.

"Natalie could only get flights back for Monday morning so we need something to do tomorrow." David said, listening for suggestions. You made a mental note of when they were leaving, sad that it was so soon.

"We could go to y/n's show." Jeff suggested. Your face became red at the thought of all of them watching you perform.

"You have a show?"

"Uhh, I'm a backup dancer. It's not like I have my own show." You corrected Jeff, still blushing from all the attention.

"Can we go?" David asked.

"Yeah, I can probably hook you up with tickets."

So it was settled. You ended up staying out with Jeff's friends until three in the morning. You went on a party bus, got a little drunk, went to a bar, laughed your ass off at one of the guys tripping over a rock, and had a wonderful time.

Your friends here were all work friends. Of course you hung out and had fun together, but these people were different. The Vlog Squad made you laugh and cracked dirty jokes and actually included you in conversations. The only time you were confused was when a few girls came up to the group and asked for pictures. Everyone had done this a million times, but it was new to you. Jeff pulled you over to the side and whispered some joke about being famous, quickly kissing your head before going to take pictures with the fans. It amazed you how quickly the group picked their conversation back up. As if their words were just on pause for a minute.

Jeff drove your car back to your apartment, your slightly slurred directions helping him. "I think I love you." You told him as you opened your door.

"I think I love you too." He gingerly crawled into bed with you, smiling and breathing in your perfume as he squeezed you tight.

You woke up only slightly panicked, not sure what time it was or where you were or who was holding onto you. Suddenly you remembered the events of the previous night and smiled to yourself. Jeff was here. You rolled over, your head laying peacefully on his bare chest.

"Good morning, beautiful." The sleep was evident in his voice and his eyes and that wonderful bed head.

"Good morning." It was so nice just to hold onto him.

"If I hadn't met you I'd probably be working out right now." Jeff stared at the ceiling as he thought about a different life.

"I'd probably be sleeping." You smiled and cuddled into him further.

It was these little moments and stupid conversations that made everything worth it.

Jeff's thinking about life without you had got you thinking of life in 24 hours.

"In 24 hours he'll be at the airport." You thought as you ate breakfast. "In 24 hours he'll be on the plane." You thought as you got ready for the day. "In 24 hours I'll be here and Jeff will be home." You thought as you danced on stage, his smiling face in the audience. "In 24 hours I will be alone." You thought to yourself as you hugged him for the hundredth time.

The closer it got to him leaving the sadder you felt. You'd dreamed about meeting him for a few months, and in two short days he was yours. Then what.

"I don't want you to leave." You told Jeff as you played with his hair.

"I don't want to leave you."

"Then stay." You begged him.

"I can't, I gotta get back to Nerf." Nerf's face popped into your head.

"I know." You agreed.

"Move in with me." He turned around excitedly.

"Jeff, I can't just leave. I don't have a job over there." Your fingertips made small swirling patterns on his shoulders.

"I can take care of you until you find one."

"I can't let you do that."

"This fucking sucks." He pouted.

"I know, but we'll figure it out eventually."

Another night of great sex and incredible cuddling left you so full of affection, but the next morning was draining.

You held in your emotions as you drove him to the airport, only to break down as you hugged him goodbye.

"I'll call you as soon as I'm at my gate, and then again as soon as we land."

"Okay." You nodded and sniffled, his large thumbs wiping your tears away.

"I gotta go." He squeezed you tight, tasting your salty tears as he kissed you once again.

"I love you." You told him before letting him go. You were sure now. The past few months and these past two days were all you needed to confirm your feelings for him.

"I love you too."

One last kiss and he was gone.

You were devastated as you drove home. You felt as if your pet had just died. Luckily you didn't have to work so the whole day was dedicated to you crying and looking at pictures of him.

Jeff is devastated.

Mariah texted you from the plane as soon as they landed.

I wish I could be there.

Maybe you can!

I have a job I can't just leave here.

Give me a few days.

A few days of falling asleep on FaceTime got the couple back in their old rhythm. It felt like before, like them meeting was a dream. Jeff already seemed to be planning his next trip to Vegas. You'd forgotten about Mariah's plan completely until she texted you.

Put in your two weeks notice.

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READ PART THREE HERE

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neerasrealm · 4 years ago

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Into The Woods - Chapter Fourteen.

Story also available on wattpad

Chapter One Previous Chapter

Helping

‘’Liu!’’

‘’Mmnngghh…’’

‘’Liu! Liu, get up!’’

‘’Uuuggghhhh…’’

‘’LIU!’’

‘’Ack!’’ Liu was shoved roughly, his head banging against metal. He groaned and opened his eyes, glaring at the person who had awoken him. ‘’Dude...what the hell…’’ he muttered to the black, white and red blur in front of him.

‘’We need to go!’’ Jeff hissed. ‘’C’mon, we’re still in the car dude!’’

Liu sat up, rubbing at his groggy head. He grunted. ‘’I had the weirdest fucking dream…’’ he muttered. ‘’Some crazy goth lady was trying to kill us while singing Neil Diamond’s ‘Sweet Caroline’.’’

‘’That happened. That was real.’’

‘’What-’’ Liu looked around. They were on a lawn, and a well maintained one at that. The house in front of them looked pretty expensive. ‘’Where are we?’’

‘’The truck owner’s house.’’ Jeff replied with a shrug. ‘’I think we passed into Arkansas.’’

‘’Arkansas?!’’ Liu nearly leapt off the truck in shock. Instead he scooted calmly over the edge and dropped down, looking around. ‘’Shit...we were supposed to head for Texas!’’

‘’I’m just glad we got away.’’ Jeff murmured as he scooted himself over to the edge of the truck. ‘’Little help?’’

‘’Huh? Oh, right.’’ Liu helped his brother get back down on the ground. ‘’How’s your leg?’’ he asked softly.

‘’Hurts like a bitch.’’ Jeff muttered back. Liu gave a slight nod.

‘’We’ll find somewhere to rest for the night, have something to eat. It’ll feel better in the morning.’’

Jeff nodded. The two of them slowly walked off the lawn and down the street, just trying to find- well, somewhere to stay for the night. They managed to make their way from what looked to be an upper-class neighborhood to a much poorer area. The houses got smaller and the lawns became more unkempt. Usually this kind of area would unnerve Jeff and Liu, but...honestly it didn’t faze them now. It even felt fitting for the two of them in some cruelly funny way.

‘’Liu.’’ Jeff spoke up. The two of them stopped.

‘’What’s wrong? Does your leg hurt?’’

‘’No, no-’’ Jeff sniffed a couple times. ‘’You smell that?’’

Liu frowned, sniffing the air. He noticed the scent of freshly baked bread, and his stomach growled in hunger. Jeff looked up at him. Liu hesitated for a moment before pulling Jeff along towards the scent. ‘’C’mon.’’

They followed the smell to a backyard. Liu set Jeff down against a wall and glanced around the wall to look around. He spotted an open window, and on the sill, a plate of small bread rolls. His eyes widened. It was almost too good to be true. He glanced over at Jeff. ‘’...Wait here.’’

Liu carefully crept through the backyard and stopped at the window sill. He crouched down out of sight and reached up towards the bread rolls. However, instead of grabbing a bread roll, his hand met...another hand.

‘’AAAAAA-’’

‘’AAA-’’

Liu leapt back, crawling backwards across the backyard, his eyes wide and staring at the window. Standing in the window was a girl, maybe a little older than Jeff but older than Liu. her skin was dark, and she had long black hair tied up in a ponytail. Pinkish-purple streaks ran through her bangs as she stared at Liu with wide, surprised eyes. Her expression went from shocked and surprised to...angry.

‘’Were ya just tryna steal from me?!’’ she yelped in a thick, southern accent that instilled Liu with paralysing fear.

‘’N-no-! I was-’’ he gulped, looking around for an excuse. ‘’O-o-okay, I was, but-! I-I can explain!’’

‘’Make it quick.’’ she gave him a firm look.

‘’I was taking them for my brother! He’s hungry, a-and hurt!’’

The girl’s expression softened. ‘’Your brother?’’ she asked. She tilted her head. ‘’...y’all don’t have food…?’’

Liu shook his head. ‘’No, we don’t.’’ he hesitated before adding. ‘’We just wanted a couple pieces of bread, that’s all.’’ He hoped desperately that this girl would pity them.

She frowned for a moment and grabbed the plate of bread, pulling it off the sill and out of Liu’s sight. ‘’Hold there a sec.’’ she said before disappearing from the window. Liu sat there for a moment, glancing from where Jeff was hidden to the back door in panic. The back door opened after a couple minutes and the girl stepped out. She walked towards Liu, holding a lunchbox and two travel mugs. She crouched down and held them out to him. ‘’Sorry I was so harsh on ya.’’ she mumbled. ‘’The mugs have stew in ‘em. It’ll keep y’all warm and full.’’ she smiled. ‘’You’re welcome ta come inside for more, if ya want. Ya can save the stuff I packed for when y’all leave.’’

‘’I-inside?’’

‘’It’s cold out here, ain’t it?’’ she tilted her head at him. ‘’And you said your brother was hurt. I have a medkit upstairs that y'all can borrow.’’

Liu paused, staring at the food she was offering him, then over at the open back door. Somewhere warm and safe to stay- Jeff could rest, get medical help and-

"Where are your parents?"

"Oh!" She shifted on her feet. "My mom is on a trip, and my- dad's not around, so it's just me and my little brother."

Just her and her brother...Liu blinked. This was a valuable thing, a warm place to stay and rest. Taking this opportunity, without telling this overly kind girl who they were and why they were on the run...it would be manipulation. An awful, selfish lie- but when he thought of Jeff…

"We'd love to, thank you."

‘’Great!’’ she smiled brightly. ‘’You go git yer brother, I’ll leave the back open for y’all to come in.’’

Liu watched her walk back inside the house. He quickly stood up and ran over to the side of the house. Jeff looked up at him in surprise. ‘’Did you get anything?’’ he asked. Liu walked over to him and helped him stand up.

‘’Yep,’’ Liu helped him limp to the backyard. ‘’She’s letting us come inside.’’

‘’Inside?!’’ Jeff stared at him in shock. ‘’We can’t go in! W-we-!’’ he glanced aside anxiously. ‘’What if they see me?’’

‘’You’ll be fine, Jeff,’’ Liu murmured to him. ‘’You’re gonna be able to rest, and we’ll get a hot meal.’’

Jeff gave him a worried look as they stepped inside. He looked around. It was a small, cluttered kitchen with a dining table stuffed into it. As they stepped in, the girl Liu had met earlier, now wearing an apron, turned to look at them. She stared at Jeff in surprise. She blinked.

‘’That yer brother?’’ she asked, regaining her words.

‘’Yeah.’’ Liu helped Jeff over to the table and the boy sat down nervously, still staring at the girl. Liu stood up. ‘’Uh- I’m...Louis. This is my brother- uh- Jake.’’

‘’I’m Nina.’’ she smiled. ‘’Y’all like beef stew?’’

‘’Uh-huh.’’ Liu sat down, taking off his bags and scarf. Jeff pulled up his hood in an effort to hide himself. He sniffled. Liu glanced at Jeff and opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the door to the kitchen swinging open.

‘’Hey sis ha-’’ in the door stood a young boy, maybe around Jeff’s age. Possibly younger. He had lighter skin than Nina, but the same messy black hair. It hung over his eyes slightly and curled around his ears. He wore a striped polo shirt and grey jeans. He looked at Jeff and Liu and blinked in surprise. He frowned. ‘’Uh- Nina? Who’re these?’’

‘’Oh! Chris!’’ she pointed at Liu and Jeff with her wooden spoon. ‘’These’re Louis and Jake! We’re havin’ em as guests!’’ she chirped.

‘’O-oh.’’ Chris fiddled with his hands. ‘’Nice ta meet y’all.’’ he added softly. Liu nodded a bit and raised his hand in greeting. Jeff grunted.

‘’Well don’t just stand there,’’ Nina gestured to the table. ‘’Take a seat. Soups on.’’

Chris slowly walked over to the table and sat down. He glanced at the two of them awkwardly, particularly focusing on Jeff, who was still covering himself with his hood. He glanced anxiously over at Nina, who calmly carried a large glass jug of red liquid. She smiled at Liu as she poured some into each glass. ‘’Y’all like kool aid, right? It’s Chris’s favorite.’’

‘’I haven’t had kool aid in forever.’’ Liu replied, resting his arm on the table. He glanced at Jeff. ‘’Right bro?’’

‘’Mmm.’’

Liu frowned, but didn’t say anything. Nina carried over a big metal pot and a ladle and began serving up the most delicious smelling beef stew Liu had ever smelt. Or maybe he was just hungry. He stared after her as she grabbed some of her bread rolls and put a couple on the edge of each person’s bowl. Liu snatched up a fork and began eating quickly. Nina calmly sat down, ignoring the disgusted look Chris was giving Liu. she clasped her hands together and cleared her throat, closing her eyes. Liu looked up at her.

‘’Bless us lord for providin’ us this bread,’’ she spoke. Chris quickly clasped his hands together too. Liu swallowed quickly and put his hands together. ‘’And for lettin’ me find some company to share your food with. We’re very thankful for ‘em.’’ she opened one eye and smiled over at Liu. ‘’Amen.’’

‘’Amen.’’

Jeff grunted something that might have been another ‘amen’ but none of them really caught it. Chris grabbed his fork and slowly began to eat. Liu began eating again, a bit slower this time. Nina smiled gently as she watched the two boys dig in. It was silent for a little bit as they all just ate.

"So," Nina eventually broke the silence. "How'd y'all end up on the streets?"

"Streets?" Chris glanced from Nina to their two guests. "Y'all are- homeless?"

"Yeah," Liu shrugged. "We're running away from home. Our parents- didn't treat us great...so we're heading to Mexico, to start a new life."

Chris shot Nina a look, like he didn't trust Liu. Nina didn't notice it, she just frowned sadly. "That's terrible…" she murmured. "You're doing all of that for your brother?"

"Yeah," Liu smiled softly, looking at Jeff. He nudged him. "I gotta look out for my bro, right?"

Jeff looked at him and grunted. He might have been smiling under his face mask- Liu wasn't sure. Nina laughed softly. "That's sweet." She glanced at Chris and reached over to him, ruffling his hair. "Y'all're makin' me feel like I'm not doin' enough for this li'l rascal."

"Ninaaaa." Chris whined, swatting her hand away. She laughed. Liu chuckled and looked at Jeff. This was nice- a hot meal, a warm place to stay and friendly faces. He looked over at Jeff and tilted his head.

‘’Je-’’ he caught himself. ‘’Jake? Aren’t you hungry?’’ Jeff’s plate was completely untouched. Jeff glanced at him, then slowly over at Nina and Chris. He hesitated, then slowly reached over to grab one of the bread rolls he’d been given. He tugged down his face mask and bit into it. He looked up and realised Chris was staring at him, eyes wide, mouth agape. Horrified. Jeff yanked his face mask up quickly and put the bread down, folding his hands nervously in his lap.

‘’Nina…’’ Chris slowly looked over at his sister. Nina remained calm and composed. She only shot Chris a glare out the corner of her eye. Chris looked up, realising Liu was also glaring at him. He shifted in his seat and looked at Nina again.

‘’Jake,’’ Nina said calmly. ‘’Were those scars on yer face?’’

‘’You got a problem with ‘em?’’ Liu cut in defensively. She shook her head.

‘’Naw,’’ she responded calmly. ‘’I just wanna make sure he takes care of ‘em. We don’t wannem gettin’ infected, right?’’ Liu relaxed and slowly looked at Jeff, then at Nina. ‘’If ye’re okay with it, I’d like to take a look at ‘em after dinner. Make sure you’re okay,’’ she smiled at Jeff, who stared at her. ‘’And I can offer both of y’all some clean clothes, a shower, and you can sleep on our couch.’’

Liu slowly looked over at Jeff. It was silent for a few short moments before he gently nodded. ‘’Okay.’’ he murmured. ‘’...But Liu gets the couch. I don’t mind sleeping on the floor.’’

Nina laughed gently. ‘’I’m sure we can do that.’’ she smiled at him. ‘’Now, why dontcha eat up?’’

Jeff hesitated for a second, then pulled down his mask again and bit into his bread roll again. He chewed quickly at first but eventually began to slow down. He was vaguely aware of conversation around him, but he wasn’t paying attention. He had a headache, and everything felt...hot. Too hot. Was the kitchen always this stuffy? As he continued eating his appetite faded. He couldn’t even bring himself to finish his second bread roll and a good chunk of his stew still sat untouched.

‘’Jake?’’ His attention was pulled back by Liu's voice. He looked at his brother. "Are you done eating?"

"Yeah."

Liu looked a tad worried at the answer but said nothing as Nina cleared up the table. She glanced over her shoulder at the two of them. "Do y'all wanna take some showers?" She asked. "And I can do yer laundry too."

Liu smiled a bit and nodded. He glanced at Jeff. "You can take the first one. I'll stay down here and put our stuff in the laundry."

Jeff nodded and stood up, leaning against the table, and glanced around for a moment. "Chris," Nina said. Chris, who was drying a plate for her, looked up. "Show Jake the bathroom, won't ya? And gettim a towel."

Chris nodded gently and looked over at Jeff. He still looked wildly uncomfortable. "C'mon." He murmured as he crossed the room to the kitchen door. Jeff limped after him silently. He was led upstairs and down a hallway. "Wait 'ere." Chris said, looking again at Jeff's facial scars before walking away. He disappeared into one of the rooms along the hallway for a few moments before returning with a towel. He handed it to Jeff, nodded at him, then walked away. Jeff watched him for a couple moments, then walked into the bathroom.

The shower was extremely welcome. He sat on the bottom of the tub, letting the water just pour over him. Even though his headache had gotten worse, and the warm water wasn't helping at all, it felt nice to just...relax. Plus it felt great to finally wash himself. His hair was a greasy, knotted mess and he really hoped Nina didn't mind him using her shampoo. He asked would've used Chris's but- hers smelt like fruits and flowers.

He stepped out of the shower, feeling surprisingly tired. And even warmer. Maybe he should've used colder water. Leaning against the sink he looked at himself in the mirror through dazed eyes and paused. The last time he'd seen himself- properly seen himself was...at home. He reached up, tracing the scars on his face. They were a dark red colour and beginning to scab over. His skin was whiter than he remembered it being. He rubbed his arm, decorated with faint lines. Scars from only a year ago. His skin felt tight as he moved, and leathery to the touch. It looked disgusting. He looked disgusting. Jeff scratched at his arm, his skin peeling away easily, blood dripping down as he reached up and scratched at the scabs on his face. He could taste blood. His eye- the damaged one- his iris was shrunken and grey. Vision from it was blurry, almost impossible to see out of. He reached up towards it and-

"Ah-choo!"

Jeff was broken out of his thoughts by himself sneezing. He sniffled and grumbled to himself, grabbing some toilet paper and wiping his nose. He coughed a couple times, spotting up phlegm. "ugh…" he murmured. He grabbed the towel he'd been given and sat on the edge of the tub while he wiped himself down, ignoring the red stains he left in it. He put his clothes and face mask on and limped downstairs. His eye could barely stay open he- he felt so tired…

"Jake!" Nina called. Jeff ignored her. "Jake?" He looked up, blinking. Oh- right. He's Jake. Fake names. Nina stood in a doorway to his left, smiling at him. "C'mere, I'll do yer hair for ya." She smiled wide at him. Jeff smiled, just a tiny bit underneath his face mask. He moved to step into the room, but Nina stepped toward him and held onto him, helping him limp into the room.

‘’Thanks.’’ Jeff murmured in slight surprise as he glanced around. A cozy looking living room. Nina gestured for him to sit down while she unwound the cord for her hair dryer.

Jeff tensed slightly at the loud noise of the dryer. The heat wasn't helping either. He whimpered slightly as she brushed knots out of his hair, tugging painfully on his scalp. He screwed his eye shut and grit his teeth while she worked. Suddenly the hair dryer shut off.

"Jake? Ya okay?" Nina asked. "I'm not hurtin' ya, am I?"

"N-No it's fine." Jeff murmured. She frowned.

"I'll be gentle," Nina said softly. She began brushing Jeff's hair again, much more gentle with her brush this time. Jeff relaxed, glancing at her. "Ya have such nice hair, y'know that? A real nice colour…" she smiled at him. Jeff looked surprised. "Really long too...I love it. More boys should have long hair."

"You- think I look good with long hair…?"

"Uh-huh." Nina smiled at him. "You look cool." Jeff smiled wide under his mask. Nina went back to work on his hair, gently brushing knots out of it and occasionally commenting things like "your hair is real soft," and "I'd love to style this."

By the time they'd finished, Nina had tied Jeff's hair up in a short ponytail, and Jeff had gotten even sleepier. Almost ready to pass out. He yawned, then winced. His mouth hurt- a lot. Nina stood up and leaned over him. ‘’Can I look at yer face?’’ she asked. Jeff hesitated. ‘’I just wanna make sure yer healin’ up okay. I won’t freak out. Promise.’’ Jeff glanced aside, then gave her a gentle nod. Nina ever so gently pulled off his mask and- ‘’Oh sweet lord-’’ Jeff whimpered and lowered his face. Nina cupped his face in her hands and stared at him. ‘’Didjer wounds open up again?’’

‘’Shit-!’’ Jeff swore to himself. He’d forgotten he’d picked at the scabs. He gulped. ‘’N-no?’’

‘’Jake…’’ she murmured. She turned around, grabbing the medkit that was on the coffee table. She opened it and pulled out some antiseptic wipes. ‘’Ya gotta be careful with this stuff!’’ she chided. She grabbed one of the wipes. ‘’This is gonna sting. Be brave fer me, okay?’’

‘’Ow-!’’ Jeff seethed as she wiped at his scars. He whined as she cleaned up his wounds. Nina grabbed a bunch of large bandages and began applying them all along his cheeks. Jeff glared at her the whole time, stopping only to cough and sniffle. ‘’I thought the scars were cool.’’ he murmured.

‘’Yeah, but not gettin’ infected wounds is cooler.’’ she lightly patted his head. ‘’Now, wanna let me see yer eye?’’

‘’No.’’ Jeff replied. Nina sighed.

‘’Alri-’’ she paused, staring at something. Jeff tilted his head. ‘’Jake.’’

‘’Yeah…?’’

‘’Yer arm is bleeding.’’

Jeff blinked and looked down. ‘’Shit-!’’ he cursed. Nina grabbed his sleeve, pulling it up. Jeff tried to yank his arm away but found she had a surprisingly strong grip on him. She stared at the long cut along his arm.

‘’You poor thing...how’d ya get all hurt like this?’’ she asked as she grabbed more of the dreaded antiseptic wipes.

‘’Well I- ah-choo!’’ Jeff was cut off by another sneeze, which broke into a coughing fit. He groaned softly and shook his head. ‘’Ugh…’’

Nina pressed her hand against his forehead. Her eyes widened. ‘’Ya gotta fever too?!’’

‘’I’m fine.’’ Jeff murmured. Nina shook her head, tutting.

‘’No you’re not.’’ she chided. She walked over to the door and leaned out of it. ‘’Chris! I need some cough syrup, stat!’’ she called before moving back to Jeff and continuing to clean up his arm.

‘’I got it.’’ Chris said softly as he stepped into the room. He looked at Jeff and his bandaged face as Nina got up and grabbed the medicine from him.

‘’Thank you Chris, yer a peach.’’ she chirped as she opened the bottle. ‘’Can I ask ya to go grab some blankets and pillows from upstairs? We need to get Jeff comfy.’’

Chris nodded and quickly left the room. He quickly went upstairs and into their mom’s room where they kept their spare blankets and pillows. As he stepped out again he saw Liu down at the other end of the hall, stepping out of the bathroom after taking his own shower. He looked up, blinking at Chris. ‘’Your brother’s sick.’’ he said.

‘’What?’’ Liu responded, the panic plain in his voice. Chris nodded and walked over to the stairs. Liu followed after him quickly, hovering around him with worry. Chris walked into the living room, where Nina was busy propping Jeff up against the arm of the couch. ‘’Je-’’ Liu caught himself. ‘’Jake? You okay buddy?’’ he asked worriedly. Jeff looked at him through half-lidded eyes. His cheeks were flushed red and his hands shook slightly. Nina took the blankets and pillows from Chris and propped Jeff up against a couple of them before wrapping him up against blankets. Jeff hummed and curled up amongst the soft blankets.

‘’There ya go…’’ Nina murmured, stroking Jeff’s bandaged cheek with the back of her finger. ‘’Get some rest, ya hear me?’’

‘’Mmm…’’ was all Jeff could respond with. Liu stepped over to him and took off his scarf, draping it around his brother. He crouched down and stroked his hair, watching him worriedly. Nina patted his shoulder.

‘’Don’t worry about ‘im. A couple days rest and he’ll be good as new.’’

‘’You sure?’’

‘’I’m sure.’’ she smiled at him. ‘’Now how about we set up your bed for the night? You’re gettin’ the floor unfortunately.’’

#creepypasta #creepypasta fanfic #creepypasta fanfiction #liu woods #homicidal liu #jeff the killer #jeffery woods #jtk #creepypasta jtk #nina the killer #nina hopkins #chris hopkins #writing

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halfbloodglader · 5 years ago

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A Heavy Burden - Gally

Gally x reader - 2,708 words

Request; hey! can u write a gally fic where he likes the reader but is too shy to tell her...some of the other gladers find out and in order to stop them from saying anything gally makes a deal of some sort where he gets beat up every night? It goes on a while but the reader finds him?

lol this one is kinda long. Poor Gally awh man. Just tryna be happy and protect other people

Nothing made sense to him—why he was so angry all the time, irritated by the most minuscule of things and thrown emotionally overboard every time he tried to sleep. Gally wondered if he'd ever feel normal. Though, he also questioned if normal was a thing a person could feel because ever since showing up here three years ago, it certainly wasn't something he'd ever experienced.

Gally walked in the shadow of his peers. He followed in their footsteps, seemingly a mile behind, always calling out to them but nobody ever heard him.

Walking in that empty space between the other Gladers and himself was Y/N. The one person here Gally had fallen in love with at a distance without saying anything. In complete silence, he'd fallen for the kind, selfless and mischievous glader. She herself had reached out and said more hellos to Gally than he'd been brave enough to wave across the Glade back at her. The few conversations they exchanged were short, awkward and blunt. That didn't stop her from always being caring toward him, though. Somedays, she'd bring him water. Others, she'd spend her evening staining the wood he never finished during the day.

Sure, she did these sorts of things for lots of other people. But she was the only one who did those sorts of things for him. The only one here who treated him like he was human.

Maybe, he was completely swept off in his own imagination. He had hopes and dreams that were more than likely beyond unrealistic. What else though, was he supposed to do with these feelings? He was trapped in a stone box with no memory of his former life or hope for a future. Escaping into his imagination and having one single positive part of his day, or person, to think of made life bearable.

Said life though, had gotten a lot worse the past few weeks.

Gally's biggest current regret was not having gone to find Y/N that day she had called out for him. He'd been a coward and hid in the deadheads from her instead of going to find out what it was she wanted him for. Staying in those woods landed him in a far worse situation than he could have ever imagined.

That day, instead of going after Y/N, he hid in the woods with some paper and a pencil. He hid amongst the trees and found his peace in the silence and cold from the fading sun. Of all things to keep his mind off of its own ongoing war, he drew Y/N. Simple drawings, pictures such as the girl with a soft smile crossing her features. Or, her helping Newt in the gardens.

Harmless sketches of this girl who he hardly spoke to on the daily but the thought of her held off that heaviness on his heart. Everyday, the impossibly strong grasp someone or something had on his heart which tried to bend him over forward into to the dirt got stronger. But the few hours of peace he'd spend alone drawing were the moments he felt as if that force dragging him down took a slight break.

That night, Gally was shaken to reality by the sound of boys whispering and trampling over leaves and twigs. They were close. Too close. In a panic, Gally tossed the papers on the ground and kicked as much dirt and debris over them as he could. His efforts probably weren't enough and he knew it.

"Gally!" One of the guys gibed. "We were wondering why you weren't a dinner!"

The builder raised his brows and took a breath. "Don't kid yourselves, you didn't even notice I was gone."

The boy and his fellow slicers snickered.

"Well, he's not wrong." Another added.

Gally rolled his eyes and went to walk away. These slicers had always been out to cause trouble and they weren't worth his time. He wanted out before something boiled up.

"Woah man," The loudest, most aggravating of the boys called out to Gally. "What's this?"

He plucked the papers out of the dirt with stringy fingers and held them up in the dim light. A disturbing smile smeared the moment he recognized the face on the paper. Then, he looked up to Gally and the builder knew he was done for. That heavy weight in his chest completely went away and was replaced by a sickness in his stomach.

Sauntering toward him, Gally felt like he stood in place for hours. His heart was trying to escape.

"Now Gally, I want you to be honest." The boy smirked and flipped the paper around so Gally could see. "Are you an artist and none of us knew? Or is this something you stole from someone else because, y'know, you needed it for something?"

His friends laughed. "Or, maybe both?" He eyed Gally up and down.

The gaze burned at his skin. It was painful. His lungs were creaming and heart was sobbing.

"Fine, I draw. That's it." Gally snapped, his voice breaking. "Now forget about it."

"Oh!" The slicer howled. "You think we're just gonna let you off? What do you think, should we tell her? Show everyone your little secret? How do you think Alby will feel?"

"I don't—"

Stepping closer, the slicer held up the paper right to Gally's face and pointed to Y/N. "I bet she'll be scared as hell of you now."

Gally closed his eyes. He never wanted this to happen. All he wanted was a break for his soul. And sure, drawing someone without their permission wasn't the best way to go about dealing with his problems, but it was all he knew.

"Don't tell anyone." Gally pleaded. "I'll do anything."

"Anything?" The guy questioned, surprised. That was a bold move, even coming from Gally. "There's a lot I would ask, but I don't want trouble with Alby..."

He thought for a while. He conversed with his friends. Ultimately, he decided.

"Alright," He shoved the paper against Gally's chest. Immediately, he put it in his pocket. "I want to see how long it takes to break the toughest looking guy here. Every night, you're going to meet us here. We're going to beat you to the ground."

Gally took what he was saying as fact. As part of his life now. It was his only way out.

Stepping closer, the slicer picked up a large stick and swung it back and forth. "Don't worry, we won't leave bruises on your face. Only where they can't see."

"...Don't say anything, and we won't say anything either." He looked to Gally questioningly.

"Deal." He quavered.

Gally braced himself for the first hit.

That began three weeks ago.

He thought about what had happened that night as he lay on the burning cold ground. It burned because his skin felt like it was on fire from all of the hits it had taken. It felt cold because the ground quite literally was cold, seeing as he'd been here all night and dawn had just broken.

His body couldn't be brought to its feet this morning. He'd been getting beaten up for three weeks straight. But, he had to keep to his word and not let anyone know. They couldn't know. It would destroy how everyone here perceived him and his reputation. The reputation that made everyone else keep their distance was something he wanted to keep.

"Oh shit!" A quiet voice snapped as the faint footsteps Gally was hearing came to an immediate halt.

The fear of a body laying unmoving the woods at dawn apparently wasn't enough to stop this person though, because they came rushing to his side. He knew who it was the moment they crashed to their knees right in front of his eyes and put their hands on his face.

"Gally! Are you okay? What's going on?" She shuddered as she felt his forehead for signs of illness.

Unable to speak or move, Gally was just able to lift his arm enough to gently point to his side. His eyes were glued shut from the agony of moving his arm and all he hoped was that she caught on. If anyone were to find him like this, he wasn't exactly enthused it was Y/N, but he needed help and he knew it.

Carefully, the girl lifted his shirt to find a black and blue bruised body. There were wounds new and old still seeping blood. His breaths were shallow, so it was evident he had broken ribs.

"Oh shuck. Don't move. I'll be right back." She sprinted off fasted then he'd ever seen her run. That said a lot because she was fast.

Between the time she'd run off and now, Gally had passed out, probably for the better, and been moved to the medjacks. He'd just woken, but chose to keep his eyes closed for a while longer. He wasn't yet ready to face the world again.

"This doesn't look like it happened just last night. These wounds are layered, some of them a couple weeks old at least." Jeff muttered to Alby.

Alby ran a hand over his head. "Could he have been hurting himself?"

"No," Jeff shook his head. "These couldn't be self inflicted. Someone did it. Someone has been hurting him for a long time."

"Let me know when he wakes up." Alby demanded. "I'm going to find Newt."

Knowing he'd left, Gally slowly opened his eyes. The sun was evidently now fully risen as the medjack hut was well lit and warm. He blinked a few times and the headache crushing his skull was so overbearing he could hear himself blink.

When he turned his head to the side slightly, he was met with a wide-eyed, speechless Y/N. "You're o—"

Y/N's face suddenly fell. "Who did this?"

Her expression changed extremely quick. It went from relief to vexation in a split second.

Gally didn't want to answer that to her. What he could do though, was reach down for that crumpled paper he'd kept with him since the first night. He agonizingly grabbed it and held it up for the girl to take. That one single move required all of the energy he had inside of himself and was more painful than he'd hoped.

At this point, he didn't care anymore. He'd been trying to keep it a secret and was afraid that if Y/N found out how he spent his free time, she'd be disgusted and afraid of him. Besides, he tried to tell himself, that if he really knew the real Y/N, there was no way she'd judge him for this. Y/N wasn't that kind of person.

The girl took it gingerly and unravelled it. A small smile, one Gally knew all too well, lightened her features as she scanned over the paper. "Gally, you're amazing."

The next she looked up, Gally's eyes were already shut and his breathing had steadied. He'd fallen back asleep. For now, she had to let him rest. When he woke though, Y/N was going to be a part of finding out who had done this to him.

Alby and Newt fell into the medjack hut just a little too late. Newt sighed in agony when he saw his friend.

"Did he tell you anything?" Alby asked, putting a hand on Gally's bed.

"No," Y/N shook her head. "He gave me this though. It might have something to do with it."

Newt took the paper and smiled. "Who would've guessed he was such a good drawer." He then passed it off to Alby.

"I think I know who did it." Alby grimaced at the paper. "A few weeks ago, I heard some of the slicers talking about some 'stupid drawings' and then they mentioned Gally over dinner."

Vexed, Alby gave Newt back the paper and turned on his heel as fast as he could.

"Woah!" Newt called out. "You're not going to accuse some boys of a bloody mess like this before we hear it from Gally first. We wait here until he wakes up."

With a deep breath, Newt continued. "He's safe here until then."

Hours had passed before Gally found himself waking again. The medjack hut had begun to cool off and Gally felt the hair on his arms raise from the chill running down his spine. He wanted to get up, move and finally get some food. No injury or illness in the world could stave off Gally's hollow leg.

Slowly, the boy raised himself to a sitting position. He felt lighter despite the fact his body was close to disintegrating. Curious, he lifted his shirt to see the massacre that had been committed on his body. It was just as bad as he'd guessed. The past few weeks, he'd refused to look at it but now was the time. The sight made him sick but the moment he let his shirt down, he forgot about it.

Taking a few deep breaths, Gally prepped himself to stand. He was going to get up and out of this cramped room and face whatever it was outside of that door. Luckily for him, he wouldn't have to do it alone.

Just as he swept his legs over the edge of the bed, a pair of soft eyes peered around the corner into the room Gally was in.

"Hi." She whispered.

Gally smiled sadly. "Hi, Y/N."

"I thought you might be getting cold," She said as she stepped into the room with one of Gally's hoodies. "And thought you might be starving, so I came to ask if you wanted to have dinner with me?"

She paused. "I mean, come get dinner. With all of us. The normal. I don't know what I'm saying."

"That sounds good to me," He tried to laugh but stopped himself from the ache in his ribs. "I'd like to have dinner with you for once."

Y/N smiled awkwardly and handed Gally his hoodie. And though he tried, there was no way Gally was getting it onto his body. In sympathy, Y/N finally reached out and took the pile of fabric back. She reoriented it and then put it over his head and guiding it over his shoulders. By that point, he was able to get his arms in the sleeves and stand himself up.

Slowly, Y/N helped him out of the medjack hut. The air hit him in the face with a startling force. This was the time of day he'd normally head off to the deadheads to meet his nightmare. Y/N noticed him tense.

"You okay?" She asked.

Gally looked down to the girl and blinked a few times. "Yeah."

Y/N locked her arm with his to help hold his balance. "You don't have to worry, alright? There's a bunch of people looking out for you right now."

Gally walked alongside Y/N at a deathly slow pace. Partly because it really did hurt that much to walk and because he wanted to make this moment last as long as possible. "What did Alby do? How much does everyone know?"

"He hasn't done anything yet, me and Newt made sure of that." Y/N explained to dampen his worries. "No one else knows. Alby told them all you came down with a nasty bug. We're going to make sure this stays between the few of us and that's it."

"Thank you, really." Gally said. "It almost feels like you guys know me. Know I wouldn't want the others to find out."

Y/N stopped walking for a moment and made Gally look at her. "It's because we do know you. You're our friend, Gally. And we respect how you feel."

"You think I'm your friend?" He questioned self-consciously.

"Are you crazy?" Y/N scoffed. "Of course. It sucks we don't spend more time together."

"Well, I had a reason for the past few weeks." He admitted. Y/N nodded in agreement with that. "But maybe we can change that now? Once all of this blows over."

Y/N smiled lightly and Gally took that as a yes. He still had a lot to worry about as this whole situation got sorted out. Now though, he realized that he did have people on his side. People he could trust.

#the maze runner #the maze runner imagines #the maze runner imagine #the maze runner x reader #tmr gally #gally the maze runner #gally tmr #the maze runner gally #gally imagine

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langdonsvcrd · 5 years ago

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Daisies! Michael Langdon x Fem!oc

Michael Langdon x Original fem!reader

Summary: Micheal intervenes in on a terrible father physically abusing his 8 month year old daughter, he brings the man to ruins with a choke hold. He’s disgusted by the torment, and so takes the child from the man and unto the sanctuary, that’s where Marie. Jeff Pfister and Mutt Nutter’s day shift assistant is set cleaning Michael’s office readying it for his arrival in the evening. Michael had never met the girl and yet he pleaded for her help when he notices she’s the only one set in the office, he’s lost seeking for another heart to care for this new born child and she just so happens to fill that position for him.

Warnings: none just sm soft!Michael short stories. 💞x

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Talk!Hozier

I'd be the voice that urged Orpheus. When her body was found.

“Pathetic.- I thought men like you were forth to respect their children.” Michael took a short pause at his words, head tilting to his left, his hands worked the horrified man set beneath him. “Then again my father wasn’t much of a man to respect me and look where that led his beloved.”

I'd be the choiceless hope in grief. That drove him underground.

As taunting as the blonde vented off he was pissed at the scene he’d witnessed only seconds ago, personally he didn’t care too end this mans life but he wanted to have his moment and he was sure to let this man suffer. Leaning forth and into the man Michael grinned to himself, the choking sound of this pathetic soul sent him into a bliss of pleasure. He ceased his life like a heart wrenching for blood. “I’m going to torment your mind, the same way you scarred that small defensless child you called your own.”

I'd be the dreadful need in the devotee. That made him turn around.

And that’s exactly what Michael did he drained the life of a man who physically and mentally tormented his own daughter. He snapped his windpipe with as much wrath as he could give, what ceased him to do what he chose was under the horrid memories of his up bringing. He didn’t want another soul settled to feel what he’d experienced.

And I'd be the immediate forgiveness In Eurydice.

Michael knew what he did was to prevent the forgiveness unto what he could never let happen again, he just couldn’t and now he had to care for this girl. This beautiful tiny girl. Michael was now towering over the child.

“Hi there sweetheart, my name is Michael I guess I’m your new daddi.” Michael’s ocean blue eyes burned down into the brown orbed earth like child, she just stared at the unknown man unsure on what to do she wasn’t frightened and that was a start for the man. Michael didn’t even know the name of the child and so searched for one.

“I believe your old dad wasn’t suited for your care.. don’t worry my dad wasn’t either.” his hands fiddled with the grey cotton fabric like blanket, that was settled around the child, his eyes fell upon a bunch of beautiful daisies plastered all over the child’s Babygro. “So here I am ready to teach you everything you have to know in order to survive my-.” Michael paused at the perfect printed flowers set so sooth to the girls banygro a smile sweetly forming on his face at the thought that soon entered his mind.

Imagine being loved by me.

“My Daisy.”

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I Love You!Billy Eilish [Three Years Later]

Maybe won't you take it back.

“Mommi where daddi?” Rolling her eyes down at her 3 year old, Marie fell slightly to her height knees grazing the ground in the process, her soft eyes narrowed at the girl. “Your father’s outat a meeting we talked about this sweetly.”

Say you were tryna make me laugh.

Swaying to catch her child Marie grinned kissing the living daylights out of her doe eyed babygirl. “Now I’ll assure you that he’d be even more proud of you if you’d actually gotten into that comfy grub of yours on time before his arrival this evening.”

And nothing has to change today.

“But he pwomised me a bedtime story.” The child whined childishly. Marie’s eyes tilted down at her daughter pouting at the response.

“Why don’t I tell you a bedtime story?” - “n-no Daddies one awe moow exciting.” Whined the 3 year old. “Now Daisy that isn’t very nice my dear, Your mother has lovely stories that you’ll understand when you’re older.” Settled down the hall of their home Michael was set in the middle of it, smiling meekly at the woman he’d come to secretly love. “But I am big gwil!” Retorted the small infant. Michael grinned down upon his daughter. “I know that my love, but last time I checked big girls go to be bed when they’re told.”

You didn't mean to say "I love you"

Under an agreement Marie not only to Michaels surprise agreed to care for the child. When he’d entered the sanctuary with a crying little 8 month baby, Marie had fallen worried to the scene, she took care the girl almost immediately and like that Michael had to blurt it out like a plate smashing to its death. The agreement wasn’t anything intimate it was professional and that to them was: To love and care for the child. But along the way Michael had slipped just a little for the woman, the three lived together both individuals let the child call them momma and papa under the influence that they were her parents since she hadn’t any after what Michael did. To Michael he wanted to believe that they were, he wanted to have a family and with this woman he came to care for after the two and half years of having to know her.

I love you and I don't want too.

Retrieving the child from his lovers arms, Marie poked her tongue out and up at Michael before pushing herself up on her tiptoe’s, to cup the mans face with her palms in a loveing manner. Little did Michael know she’d fallen for him long before he’d fallen for her, and the woman pleaded that she’d never slip again. Leaning up to the Michael, Marie kissed his cheek with a small and carefree grin settled on her face before she’d leant.

Up all night on another red eye.

“Goodnight Mike, I hope you had a beautiful day. Your dinners downstairs and Daisies bottles next to her crib ready for you.” Even though this was all just a planned out daydream Michael never wanted it to end, throughout the two and a half years of being with this woman he saw that she’d never once rethought upon her decision.

I wish we never learned to fly.

“Thank you my love, We’ll see you in the morning. I hope you have a wonderful siesta.” Michael had chorused back leaning down to kiss the temple of his beloved. Daisy had leaned into her parents eyes shut in a snoozing manner.

Maybe we should just try.

The three parted ways, Marie moving down the hall and into hers and Michael’s shared bedroom. But Michael never slept in there he always stayed with Daisy in her nursery sometime he’d even be curled up in her crib with her settled in his arms for warmth and those nights were Marie’s favourite ones.

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She really loved him and he to her. But neither one would admit it.

#ahs #ahs apocalypse #ahs coven #ahs spoilers #ahs8 #american horror story #cody fern #codyfern #michael langdon #michael langdon smut

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