#Them shaking hands as if they didn't hang out for hours before this shoot doing something ridiculous and endearing

[hyohaehyuk]

Sam Reid, Jacob Anderson, Bailey Bass and Kalyne Coleman at AMC's "Anne Rice's Interview With The Vampire" New York Photo Call at IFC Center on September 27, 2022

compilation via HaronidMuse

original videos via jenburnzie (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7)

Him letting his intrusive thoughts take the wheel for a moment. the way sam was ready to go with it lmao 'In public? Bet' 🤧

Also Jacob seems to have said "in front of Sampire." I wonder if Jacob and cast and crew call him that often 🤭🤭

[woso-dreamzzz]

Date Night

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of the Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You go to date night

Pernille smiles as she watches you both.

It's dark out, the sun having set hours ago. It's way past your bedtime but you're still up.

Magda's holding your hand, swinging your arms back and forth as you jump over the cracks in the pavement.

It was supposed to be date night, the first one they're having since the move to London. Perhaps it was a bit ambitious to arrange it when you were still settling into life in England, when they didn't quite have a big network of support.

The girl that was meant to be babysitting you had to cancel, citing illness just a few hours before Pernille and Magda were scheduled to go out.

They didn't have many other options and you still weren't comfortable enough with the Chelsea girls to hang out with one of them while your mothers went out.

So, you just came with them.

You got to eat fancy food at the restaurant Magda had a reservation and now you were all off to the bowling experience that Pernille knew was just a cover for her and Magda to get a little tipsy.

Well, it was supposed to be that but with you now tagging along, Pernille could settle for only one alcoholic drink.

"Momma!" You call out, pulling Magda to a stop as you turn your head to face Pernille. "Hand, please!" You hold your hand out for hers and Pernille shakes her head fondly, slipping her own into yours.

"Should we swing you?" Pernille asks and you nod.

"Uh-huh."

"Okay. Ready? One, two...three!"

You giggle as you're lifted up into the air suddenly, kicking out your legs to get more height like how Momma taught you to do on the swings.

"Again!"

They swing you all the way to the bowling alley.

You've never been to the bowling alley before so you're very excited even though Morsa makes you change your shoes and wait for her and Momma to do the same.

They buy fancy drinks and then a fruit shoot for you.

You like fruit shoots so you try to drink it all down at once but Morsa stops you.

You don't quite understand bowling but you know the balls are heavy. They're not anything like footballs and Momma even tells you that if you try to kick it, you'll probably break your toes.

You don't want to break your toes so you don't kick it.

They're heavy though and you're not strong enough to throw them like how Momma and Morsa can.

That's a little frustrating.

You clearly don't like someone having to stand behind you to help so Pernille drags the ramp over.

"What's that?" You ask as she drags it in front of you.

Pernille crouches down next to you to show it off. "You pop the ball here and push it down into the bowls."

You frown. "I don't have to throw like you and Morsa?"

"Not at all. Here, I'll help."

Pernille sets the ball up at the top of the ramp and you push it down with all your might.

You manage to hit more pins than your last few gutter balls and you like that, giggling a little as an animated pen appears on the screen to write in your score.

You're still little though and you're really just enjoying the experience rather than setting out to win so while Magda and Pernille get competitive, you enjoy rolling the ball down the ramp and finishing off your third fruit shoot of the night.

It's way past your bedtime and Morsa's jacket looks nice and warm and snuggly so you curl up next to Momma with the jacket over you like your blankie.

"I think it's time to finish up," Pernille says as Magda finishes off her last bowl," Princesse's gone to sleep."

"I'm not getting that jacket back, am I?"

"I don't think so."

Magda shrugs, picking you up and wrapping her jacket more firmly around you.

You don't wake up at all, merely fidget a bit in your sleep to try and burrow closer into Magda's shoulder.

"We should take her on more dates with us," She says as they both head out.

Pernille rolls her eyes. "You're only saying that because I can't be as competitive with her around."

"No one's stopping you."

"I don't think Princesse would have fun if she knew how competitive I truly am. You're lucky, Magda, otherwise I would have completely ruined you at bowling."

Magda scoffs even as she hoists you up higher in her arms. "Yeah, right. I'm so much better at it than you."

Pernille pokes her in the chest. "As soon as her babysitter is healthy, we'll go back and I'll show you exactly why you're wrong."

[nats--sw]

Leah with a goalkeeper kid is awesome! Any chance we can get Mary & Hannah’s reaction?

this wasn’t in the plans,, but I went for it anyway, it’s under 1000 words, so it’s a quick one, sorry for taking so long this is a short from this

It was a special day at the England national team training camp. Amidst preparations for the next round of friendlies, the team had set aside a couple of hours to film media content. The atmosphere was relaxed, the usual high energy focus shifted to something lighter.

Mary had just stepped out of the dressing room, busy adjusting her gloves, when Leah approached her with a grin that made her look far too pleased with herself. The kind of grin that always made Mary suspicious.

“What’s going on, Leah?” Mary asked, raising an eyebrow, curious about the mischievous glint in Leah’s eyes.

“I’ve got a challenge for you” Leah announced, looping her arm through Mary’s and gently steering her in the opposite direction from where Mary was supposed to be.

“Hang on, I’m supposed to shoot some videos with Hannah” Mary protested, though she didn't resist that much.

“Change of plans, Mary” Leah said, her grin widening.

Mary was about to argue when she spotted Hannah nearby, standing next to a little girl carrying an armful of balls. 

“Wait... is that your daughter?” Mary asked, a touch of surprise her voice as she recognised Olivia.

“Yup” Leah said proudly.

Mary raised both eyebrows now, half-wondering how Leah had managed to sneak her daughter into a national team media day. But given the relaxed vibe of the day, she figured it was one of those rare occasions where bending the rules was allowed.

“Hi Mary!” Olivia came running up to them, beaming as she high fived Mary enthusiastically.

“Hey Livy!” Mary grinned, leaning down to her level. Then in a mock whisper, she added, “Does your mum know you’re here?”

Olivia gave her a cheeky smile and pressed her finger to her lips in a shushing gesture. Mary chuckled, shaking her head.

Hannah sidled up to Mary “Did you hear the news, Mary?”

Mary glanced at her teammate “What news?”

Leah came back with Olivia by her side, hands resting on her daughter’s shoulders, grinning even wider. “Looks like we’ve got your replacement lined up for when you retire.”

Olivia blushed a little under her mother’s proud gaze but stood tall, already wearing her gloves. Mary blinked, caught between amusement and admiration.

“Is that right?” Mary said, smiling down at Olivia “Well then, show me.”

“You're throwing them wrong on purpose, mom!” Olivia huffed, her cheeks flushed from the effort as she stood in the goal, catching her breath. It was the third shot in a row she had saved, her face glowing with pride. She stood under the goalposts they used for training, fully suited up in her keeper gear, proudly breaking in the new gloves Leah had bought her a few days earlier.

“I doubt it, kiddo. Your mom’s not exactly famous for her penalties” Mary teased from the sidelines, her voice laced with amusement.

Leah shot her a playful glare “I’ll take that as a compliment to my daughter and not a dig at me, thanks” she quipped, positioning another ball at her feet “Ready Livy?”

Olivia nodded enthusiastically, clapping her gloved hands together before crouching into position, her eyes locked on her mom.

“It’s going to the right!” Leah called out, sending the ball flying toward the left instead, hoping to throw her daughter off.

But Olivia was quick. With a determined leap, she deflected the ball with a firm swipe of her gloved hand, sending it out of bounds.

“Brilliant!” Mary cheered, bursting into laughter “The future of England’s got some serious hands!” Without hesitation, she jogged over, scooping Olivia up onto her shoulders.

All Olivia could do was giggle as Mary paraded her around the field, circling Leah, who had dramatically collapsed onto the grass, feigning defeat.

Leah, her face a mix of pride and amusement, sat up and dusted the dirt off her knees “Alright, alright, you win this round” she called out with a smirk, watching the two of them.

Mary, still carrying Olivia, shot Leah a mischievous grin “Great. Now, Livy, I’m going to teach you how to shout at your defenders so they don’t mess up”

“Ugh” Leah groaned, tilting her head back in mock dread. She couldn’t help but remember all the times Mary had scolded her for messing up on the pitch.

Olivia beamed from atop Mary’s shoulders, her eyes sparkling “Does this mean I get to play with Mary more often?”

Leah chuckled, shaking her head with a fond smile “We’ll see, Livy”

Mary finally set Olivia back down, ruffling the little girl’s hair “Anytime kiddo. Just give me a call and we’ll sort out a session”

Leah stood and walked over, wrapping her arm around Olivia “Alright, how about we head back inside before anyone realizes we’ve completely hijacked media day?”

Olivia nodded eagerly, still glowing with pride as they made their way towards the dressing room.

[captain-hawks]

HUZZAH!!! nice i didn't miss it! how about narumi + pink !

gen narumi x reader

c: "flirting", ...gum sharing, i apologize in advance what you're about to read!!!!, gen "who's going to match my freak" narumi

“Platoon Leader.”

You jump slightly at the sound of Captain Gen Narumi’s voice, his tone pitched low as his hot breath skirts the shell of your ear, and the rifle shudders in your hands, your perfectly-framed target lost as the scope jolts with you.

Turning to glare at the man crouched down beside you, you inhale sharply when you realize how close he is, your noses brushing before you nearly stumble backward onto your ass. 

Narumi’s right hand shoots out to steady you, fingers treading along the side of your jacket, skirting dangerously close to your hip as you rock back onto your feet. 

“Yes?” you ask as you catch your breath, annoyed.

He smiles, head tilted to the side as he leans his cheek against a gloved palm. Narumi stares at you for a moment before tapping his closed lips twice with his pointer finger.

Eyes widening, you snap in a hushed whisper, “What the fuck?”

The back of your neck burns as you blink at him, incredulous. Sure, the two of you have been flirting like your lives depend on it for the past couple of months. 

And yeah, if Captain Narumi wanted to call it a day for today’s training session, sending everyone else inside before finally ravishing you right here on this rooftop, you certainly wouldn’t object. 

But you’ve never actually explicitly acknowledged any of this with him directly, not by a longshot.

And you would have thought his style would be more along the lines of pinning you up against the wall in a deserted hallway inside of the base mid-argument with his mouth against yours.

Not…whatever the fuck is happening right now.

He shakes his head, eyes flicking to your mouth for a moment as your jaw flexes. “You’re chewing gum.”

Oh.

Hot, mortifying embarrassment begins to set in. Earlier this year, gum was banned from the training grounds after a new recruit choked on a piece of it in the middle of an exercise. As a platoon leader, you certainly know better, but by the time you realized you’d forgotten to spit it out today, there was nowhere to dispose of it. 

“Well, I don’t suppose you have a tissue or a napkin, do you?” you ask dryly. 

Narumi shakes his head, offering you an open palm instead, his hand hovering near your mouth.

You blink at him several times until he finally says, “Go ahead.”

“What are you going to do with it?”

He doesn’t reply, just calmly stares at you, waiting. Sighing, you open your mouth, gently spitting the sticky pink wad into his hand.

And to your absolute fucking surprise with not a single word of warning, Captain Narumi pops the piece of gum into his mouth and resumes chewing it. 

“What the fuck,” you mutter to yourself again after he walks away. 

Two hours later, freshly showered, Captain Narumi finds you alone in the hall outside of your quarters, once again scaring you nearly half to death as he taps your shoulder the exact moment you begin to twist the door handle.

Spinning around, you find him standing right in front of you as you lean back against the door. Your heart thrums an unsteady rhythm as you subtly suck down a slow, steady breath. 

“Nice job today,” he says, eyes glinting with a hint of pride that matches the warm swell in your chest at his words. 

Well, you had smoked the rest of your team once you recovered from The Gum Incident (recovered being a very loose, vague term for the strange mix of feelings still squirming in your chest). 

“Thanks.”

You try to ignore the hot, insistent reaction that stirs in your gut at the sight of his messy, sweaty hair. He’s still in his suit, though it’s unzipped a few inches down at the neck, where his mask hangs loosely. Narumi slowly places a hand on the surface of the door beside your head, and the foam soles of your shower shoes protest against the linoleum floor as your toes tightly curl against them. 

“I have something for you,” he says in a hushed tone, shifting to close the gap between your face and his. 

Anticipation sears your nerves and rattles your bones. Thankful to be leaning against something for the sake of your weak knees, your eyes fall shut, and he gently runs a bare thumb along your bottom lip.

“Open,” Captain Narumi murmurs. 

Confused, you comply, lips parting as he hooks his pointer finger beneath your chin, your eyes following suit of their own accord to meet his determined gaze. 

And then Narumi’s mouth grazes yours in the ghost of a kiss before he spits a piece of gum into your mouth.

What the fuck. 

His fingers briefly feather against your jawline as he pulls away, straightening up. 

“Sorry, I didn’t have any bubblegum flavor to replace yours,” he shrugs and grins, though he really doesn’t look sorry at all as you tentatively bite down and taste peppermint. “See you in the mess hall, Platoon Leader.”

[mqriuss]

your dog loves you

content: haitani family, reader is their sister, fluff, literal fluff (like in poodles), they have a mom

"aw, how cute," your mom coos at a photo of a two month old baby poodle on his screen. before pushing rindou's phone out of her face and going back to slicing mangoes—bright, orange, and sweet, just the way that her kids like it.

"we should get it," rindou says, jumping slightly when mom shoots him a glare.

"absolutely not."

"you said it was cute," rindou argues and she scoffs, dropping pieces of mangoes on a red plate.

she gets up from her chair to wash her hands, "yes, i said it was cute—not that we should get it." mom rephrases her statement, grabbing a fork and stabbing it into a mango.

"even y/n and ran think we should get it," rindou tries to reason with her. "it's 3 v 1," he adds, shrugging.

"and the one person in question is your mother." she hands the plate to rindou who nearly drops it with his phone still in one hand. "now go eat the mangoes. save some for your siblings."

rindou watches her leave, muttering something under her breath about when they're gonna come home from work. mom's never been too fond of them coming home late from work, even though they're always back before dinner.

"mom said no," rindou informed with a mouth full of two sliced mango pieces, typing something on his pc.

"dammit!" you cursed, your voice slightly static coming out of his phone. you had tasked rindou with showing mom a picture of a cute puppy and asking if you could get it, but a part of you knew it wouldn't go well. it never does.

"i mean, were you expecting her to go 'yes omg we need this wittle cutie patootie'?" ran snickers, his eyes fixated on the road occasionally glancing at you in the passenger's seat.

you groaned, leaning back against the car seat. you really thought she'd at least consider if rindou was the one who asked. "but i want her! i want a fluffy cute dog to cuddle and play with," you whined, pouting as you stared at the puppy on your screen.

"hm, you know," rindou paused to swallow his food, his voice ringing through the speaker of your phone. "you know those videos of people showing their parents be affectionate with the pets they didn't want? what are the odds mom ends up like them?" he questioned, making you light up but ran wasn't convinced.

"like, zero?" he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"but what if?!" you exclaimed, resisting the urge to nudge him since he's driving. there was a moment of silence and rindou is about to hang up, until you started talking again. "do you just wanna get her?"

"what?" rindou and ran said nearly in unison if it weren't for the call lag.

"did you actually..."

"yes. yes, i did."

rindou sighs while ran smirks and shakes his head in amusement. you and ran were home for a few seconds, telling rindou to get dressed and go out with the two of you. you had contacted the person, saying that you'd arrive in a few hours to pick up the puppy—the same puppy your mom clearly didn't allow you to get.

"and i just had to come along?" rindou raises an eyebrow and you give him a puzzled look.

"what? as if you were gonna stay home and work on that assignment you've been procrastinating for two weeks?" you call him out, leaving him speechless and almost offended. "that's what i thought."

"wonder how balancing work and class is going for you," rindou mutters, rolling his eyes and you stick your tongue out.

the button on your table beeps, prompting ran to get up and take your food from the counter. he comes back shortly, weaving through a line of hungry people. the smell of fried chicken and steam coming out of the sticky white rice makes you and rindou's mouth water.

"you told mom we were just going out to eat, right?" ran confirms, receiving a nod from rindou who practically buried his face in the food.

"yeah– hoh..." he lets out a heavy breath with his mouth full, feeling his tongue burning from the freshly cooked chicken and rice.

ran grimaces while blowing on his food—something rindou couldn't do before digging in. "slow down, bro—it's all yours."

"i'm starving."

"starving or can't wait to meet the new family member?" you chuckle before taking a bite of your chicken and mirroring rindou's previous actions. "hoh... 's hot!" ran shakes his head at his two younger siblings, a chuckle escaping his lips.

it was 11pm when the three of you arrived home, each one of you with a missed call notification from mom. you had underestimated just how much traffic there would be on a friday night and ended up arriving home later than usual.

"is she asleep?" you whisper, glancing around as you hold onto your furry friend.

"i bet she is–" ran says but is cut off by the sound of the downstairs bedroom door creaking open. the three of you stopped in your tracks as mom turns on the light in her half-asleep state.

"haha... surprise!" you laugh sheepishly, holding up the puppy that she can very clearly see.

you and your brothers had debated in the car over what her reaction would be, and it didn't turn out the way you expected. it wasn't a beating, it wasn't a five hour lecture, nor was it tears of joy (you're not sure why that would've been a possibility. this one was the most impossible of them all, but it would've been the funniest).

mom drags out a sigh, waddling towards the bathroom. "i won't clean her poop." she says with a deadpan before disappearing into the bathroom.

the three of you share a quick look before you and rindou cheered in unison, startling the puppy.

"yay! she didn't get mad!" you jumped up and down, not realizing ran had snatched the puppy from your arms.

"let's go to sleep, baby. don't mind those little noisy pricks."

it took one month. one month for your mom to get used to touching and petting maru. it took one month to get her even a little excited whenever maru did a new trick you taught her.

"maru, sit!" your mom would say with a treat in hand, watching maru squirm around impatiently and jump for the treat. "no, you did it earlier. do it again, come on!" you and rindou sat at the dinner table, watching mom test maru's skills. even rindou couldn't help the grin that would appear on his face whenever they played together.

four months in and ran would occasionally find mom sitting on the floor with maru on her lap as she brushes her curly fur with the expensive brush he bought online because the cheap ones they bought previously always broke and could never get through the amount of matting that had started to form on her fur.

after all, mom could never let it go that bad again. the last time they took maru for grooming, the groomer said she needed to have almost all her fur shaved off because they weren't regularly brushing her. mom and ran were the most devastated after picking her up, she was so skinny under all that fluffy fur. so you and rindou took turns brushing her with the new, and better brush everyday since ran was usually too busy to do that. it was never part of the agreement that mom would do it too, but she can't help herself sometimes. besides, maru seems to like snuggling in her lap and she's less squirmy when mom handles her.

whenever mom cuts slices of mangoes for you to share, she now cuts more slices into even tinier pieces and serves them in a smaller plastic dish. you can already guess which kid of hers got that one.

"aw, look at you. you love maru, don't you ma?" you giggle, taking a picture of mom and maru lying together on the couch like they've always been doing these days. a year passes and maru was only growing more affectionate with mom.

mom's phone rings when she gets a notification of the picture being sent to the family group chat, her sons replying with "aw's" and cute sticker reactions.

mom shakes her head, rolling her eyes. "no, i do not." she claims, her gaze never leaving her phone but her hand never stops scratching maru's neck.

"sure," you snicker, shaking your head as you leave them quietly so maru isn't disturbed.

mom claims that she doesn't love maru, and that she's a burden or a stinky burden, but she panicked when maru came back from grooming with an ear infection because the groomer got water in her ear one time.

or that one time when the four of you were sat at the dinner table and ran drops a single raisin on the floor while he's eating bread. he'll just pick it up later, he thought to himself. mom panicked when suddenly the raisin is gone and ran hasn't gotten up to throw it away.

rindou looked down to see maru under the table with an innocent expression. "i think maru ate it." he said, making everyone rise from their seats to check on maru before rushing her to the vet.

she panicked because she's made a list of all the human foods dogs can and cannot eat and has it all memorized.

mom claims that she doesn't love maru, but she's giving her medicine everyday until she gets better, sitting on the couch with her on her lap while she watches tv, taking videos of her when she's doing a cute trick rindou taught her to do, smiling from ear to ear when you or ran come home from work and greeted with the sound of her barking as she runs up to you.

the house isn't as clean as it used to be. scrunchies, squeaky toys, and fur are scattered in random places. once in a blue moon, maru might pee on someone's bed (but never on mom's). her paws get muddy and needs to be cleaned after a walk in the park, it can get tiring sometimes, but the house is visibly and audibly livelier. you and your brothers are off your phones more, laughing when maru does something funny like occasionally letting out a fart, you and rindou team up together to give her baths at home because mom doesn't trust the groomers anymore, and ran has a fluffy cuddle buddy every morning when maru sneaks in to his room.

mom may not realize it, but the three of you do.

"you think maru's favourite person is mom?" ran contemplates. you and rindou shoot him a look.

"we'll see about that." rindou says, grinning.

the next thing you know, the four of you were lined up next to each other, calling out to maru desperately to see who she'd approach first. ran couldn't help but laugh when he sees maru walking weirdly, confused over who's arms to run to.

in the end, she picks mom because she has her favourite snack hidden in her pocket. you and rindou share the same look of defeat, but all of you know that maru loves everyone equally. just don't forget the snacks.

[wh0re43van]

Sparks (Evan Peters X Reader)

Summary: You’re a set director on American horror story’s Freakshow. Evan has been trying to convince you to ‘smoke and chill’ for months, but you’ve always rejected him in fear of jeopardizing your job. After a particularly stressful shoot, Evan finally convinces you to spark with him.

Warnings: intense smut, face fucking, choking, drug use.

Word count: 3k

A/n: This is my first time writing in awhile so I’m bit rusty

"Hey y/n I just re-upped,” Evan announces as he walks up behind me.  “He's got the best homegrown around and It's cured perfect every time. Come to my place tonight and I'll let you sample," He offers as he slips an arm around my shoulder. "You don't even have to match, just give me something else in return," he says lowly in my ear. My heart skips a beat and my cheeks blush red. Evans been blatantly flirting with me since we started shooting. It's been my own personal hell having to reject such a perfect man because its 'not professional to have personal relations with the cast'.

"Evan," I sigh as I look up at his dark eyes. "I honestly would love to-" he cuts me off.

"Then consider it y/n," he simply states. I smile at him. I have to admit that he's starting to wear me down

"Evan, I have to finish my walk through before the shooting starts" I turn back to the counter to consult my mockup. He backs up and leans against the wall.

"I’ll just keep you company then," he grins.

•

•

‘Fuck’ I curse internally as I run from a very angry Mr. Murphy. One of my idiot crew members forgot to do their only job and set out the menus for the next scene. We’re an hour behind on filming and we’re only here for three days. The director is pissed to say the least.

I throw open the door to the storage room and start ripping open boxes. I swear I'm going to lose every last ounce of sanity I have left. We started shooting two hours ago and I've rolled my ankle, got broken glass stuck in my hand, and of course, been bitched at constantly.

"Did you find them?" Evan questions as he closes the door behind him.

"What?" I ask, not processing what he's saying as I rip haphazardly through every single cardboard box in this room, brown paper flying everywhere.

"Did you-" He begins to repeat, then pauses. I feel him grab my arm gently, stopping my whirlwind of motion. "Y/N," he says calmy.

"What Evan?" I snap at him. I can feel the stress dripping out of every pore of my body. Turns out stress smells a lot like sweat. Evan jumps a bit at my tone, then simply points his 'lobster claw' to a box of pink menus that I opened without even realizing it. I was so stressed and overwhelmed I didn't even realize I found the goddamn menus four boxes ago.

I groan and lay my head on Evans chest.

"I'm such a fucking stupid idiot." I mumble his white shirt, feeling tears well up in my eyes. Evan chuckles and clumsily lifts my chin up with his makeup bound hands. His smile immediately drops when he sees my face.

"Hey y/n don't cry," he coos, his voice laced with concern.

"Evan I'm losing my mind," I sniffle as he pulls me into a hug.

"You know what you need?" He asks I shake my head 'yes.'

"A blunt." We both say in unison. I feel his cheek stretch into a smile against mine, proud of himself for finally convincing me.

•

•

My hand shakes as I ring the doorbell to Evans hotel room.

“Ma’ Lady,” Evan bows as he opens the door for me. What a dork.

“Thank you good sir,” I attempt a curtsy as I walk in. I guess were both dorks.

We chuckle as he latches the door behind me.

“Right this way,” he ushers me to his balcony looking over the city. I step out onto the cool concrete, hearing Heaven Beside You by Alice in Chains playing. There's two bean bag chairs set up with a bundle of blankets on each one. Purple and white string lights hang all around the ceiling and railing of the small balcony.

“Wow Evan, this is really cool. I’m impressed with how you spend your free time,” I admit, sitting down in one of the chairs, pulling a blanket into my lap.

“Actually,” he sits down in the chair beside me as he picks up the rolling tray. “I’ve never done this before. I set all of this up as soon as I got home,” he chuckles.

“I don’t even know what to say,” I tell him honestly. I’m dumbfounded. This might seem like a small gesture, but this is one of the sweetest things anyone’s done for me. He went out of his way just for me.

“Then don’t say anything. Just grab me that bong,” he grins, pointing to the glass sitting on the ground next to the door. I stand up and bend over to pick up the simple clear bong, feeling Evans gaze burn into the back of me. When I hand him the piece, I get close enough to his face to see that his eyes are already glossy.

“Evan Peters,” I tisk. “did you start with out me?” I ask putting my hand to my chest in faux offense.

“I was a little nervous, I’ve been waiting for this for so long… I was scared if I was sober I’d mess it up,” he admits. His pale cheeks tinting pink.

“I’m flattered,” I smile. He opens the metal grinder sitting on his lap and begins to pack the bowl. “but it is rude to start a sesh before your guest arrives.” He hands me the packed bong.

“Well how’s bout you get this all to yourself and we call it even,” he wagers. I take the bong with a smile, accepting his offer. As I put the cool glass to my lips, I reach for the lighter on Evans thigh, but he snatches it, looking me in the eyes as he flicks the zippo, igniting a hot bright flame that he circles around the bowl. He begins to pull the flame away, but I grab his hand to hold the light in place for a couple more seconds. His eyes widen a bit and he smiles.

“Damn I’m glad I didn’t want any,” he chuckles, finally pulling away to spark his own joint. I pull the stem and inhale the milky smoke sharply, holding it in my lungs for bit before exhaling slowly. The smoke clouds around my face before a small gust of wind disperses it.

“Yeah, me to,” I grin softly as Evan takes another hit off his joint. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but with the past few weeks I’ve had, I’m goanna need a lot more than some weed to recover from all this stress,” I take another hit and lay my head back in the soft chair, finally feeling my muscles relax as the golden light flows through every nerve of my body. I turn my head and open my heavy eyes to look up at Evan.

“Wow that is bad,” he says, staring at something in the distance. I take this moment to truly admire the man beside me. The purple lights cascade onto his sharp features, violet pin pricks reflect in his coffee-colored eyes. The wind blows his loose brown curls around on his forehead as a rough hand holds the paper filter up to his pink lips. The end of the cone glows crimson as his chest rises, taking in a hit of hot smoke. Evan looks down at me to finish his thought. Had I been sober, I would have quickly looked away. But right now, nothing could tear my eyes from this perfect image in front of me. Evans’ eyes lock into mine as he releases the smoke slowly out through his mouth and nose. “Y/n, I-“ he begins, but before he can finish, I sit up and pull his face into mine. Gently kissing him, the smell of smoke mixed with his cologne is intoxicating all on its own. He tenses for a moment, processing what had just happened, before putting his hand on my back to bring me closer.

“I’m sorry,” I pull away suddenly feeling embarrassed for being so forward. Evan looks at me with wide eyes and flushed cheeks for a second before furrowing his brow,

“Are you kidding me,” ashes fall from his joint onto his pants, reminding him of its presence. He takes small drag before finishing. “That’s all I’ve wanted since the moment I saw you.” I smile at his confession. He holds the joint to my lips offering me a hit. We hold eye contact as I pull the smoke into my mouth, then to my lungs. “You’re beyond beautiful y/n,” he compliments. I lean into kiss him, shot gunning the smoke to him. He kisses hard and inhales the smoke as if it’s his last breath. He sits the joint in the ash tray then puts his hand on the back of my head, gently but firmly, so I don’t pull away this time, Evan exhales the smoke though his nose, so he doesn’t have to break the kiss. I clumsily crawl into his lap to straddle him, and his hands instinctively grab my ass. The heat from his hands warming me through the thin fabric of my leggings. I feel hungry, starving for more and more of him. As my knees sink into the soft chair around him, I begin to grind my hips against his.

“Evan,” I breath out, begging to feel more of his skin on mine. He looks at me with lust filled eyes and kiss bruised lips as I begin to lift his shirt up. He grabs my hand gently.

“Let’s go inside, darling,” he whispers. “You never know if one of those creeps are near by.” He looks around, checking for paparazzi. I was puzzled for a second, before remembering Evans’ status. I nod and climb off him. He stands, his dark jeans tented at the crotch and his white t-shirt rising and falling quickly on his chest. He grabs my hand to guide me inside.

“Can’t forget this,” I grin, stopping to grab a fresh blunt and the zippo. He chuckles as I spark the cone. He pulls me into his lounge, locking the door and closing the blinds. After I had a few hits, I hand the joint to Evan as I sit down on the leather couch.

“We don’t have to do anything more than this if you don’t want y/n,” he almost whispers through the smoke, sitting down next to me. I look into his desperate eyes as he hands me the warm paper.

“Please,” I inhale. “Please Evan I need you,” I beg the stoned man in front of me. With that, in one swift move, he takes the cone from my hand, putting it on the side table ash tray, removes his shirt and smashes his lips to mine, laying me down on the sofa. His kisses trail from my lips to my ear. Grabbing my throat gently he whispers. “You have no idea how desperate I am for you,” all I can do is moan in response my brain too high off THC and lust to form a coherent thought. His kisses continue trailing down my neck as his fingers work with the buttons on my black flannel. He smiles like a child when he sees that I have nothing underneath the warm button up. His mouth quickly drops to one breast swirling his warm tongue around as his hand massages my other breast, sending me into a fit of pleasure. After giving the same treatment to the other side, he rips off my leggings. He grabs the waistband of my thong. “May I?” he asks with heavy bloodshot eyes.

“Please,” I nod. He wastes no time removing the flimsy fabric and spreading my already trembling legs. He dips a long finger into my heat, groaning at how slick I already am.

“All this, just for me?” He licks the fluid off his finger, just to dip it back inside of me and out once more. “Have a taste baby,” he reaches his finger up and I close my mouth around it, licking seductively, making sure to keep eye contact.

“Fuck,” he whispers to himself. “Good girl,” he praises with a kiss on my nose. He quickly dips his head back down, licking from my entrance up to my clit, sucking and licking with expertise, earning a loud moan and a string of profanities from me. I quickly feel my orgasm building in my stomach, but its not enough.

“Evan, I need you to fuck me, please,” I whimper. He pulls his head up, his mouth and chin shimmering. I definitely didn’t need to ask twice. He jumps up dropping his pants and boxers allowing his perfect cock to spring free, giving himself a few good pumps. I shiver at the sight. Evan dips his head down to my core one last time, giving me a kiss then allowing a trail of warm spit to drip down and trickle to my entrance. The sight is enough to make me melt into this sticky leather couch. Evan lines his length up with me, pulling my hips up and guiding me onto his dick. Slowly filling me, stopping halfway in allowing me to adjust, but I don’t want it. I buck my hips forward, making him bottom out immediately. A string of curses leaves both our lips as he pokes at my stomach from the inside. He begins thrusting quickly, taking the hint that I’m not  wanting to make love tonight. Evans’ toned body begins to shimmer with sweat as he brings a strong hand to my throat squeezing the sides, making me just lightheaded enough to intensify the pleasure. He looks down at me, biting his lip, as he watches my face contort in pleasure from what he’s doing to me. The louder I moan, the harder he pounds into me. My breathing starts to hitch with each thrust as I clench around him.

“Evan I’m going to-” before I can finish my sentence, he pulls out completely, making me groan from the sudden empty feeling. I curse and open my mouth to question him.

“Turn over,” he demands as he stands up. I obey and begin to shift on the couch. “hands and knees.” He specifies, slapping me hard on the ass, I cant help but giggle as the sting lingers on my sweaty skin. I prop myself up on my forearms on the arm of the couch and spread my legs, wiggling my ass a bit as wait for Evan to fill me back up.

“Your body is so perfect,” he says as grabs and kisses my ass before I feel him line himself up again, quickly thrusting in to satisfying the ache in the empty space he left behind in my stomach. Once he finds his rhythm, I feel his hand snake around my throat and the other around my torso as he pulls me flush against him. My shoulders press against his as I arch my back. In this new potion, he hits my g spot perfectly.

“Shit Evan! Yes please,” I pant. “just like this. Please fuck me just like this! Don’t stop,” I plead as I squeeze his strong arms that are wrapped around me. Even groans lowly at the praise.

“I need you to cum y/n,” he whispers in my ear, reaching down to rub circles on my clit. “Can you do that for me, gorgeous?” All I can do is moan and nod my head ‘yes’. His thrust propels me towards my orgasm as I scream out profanities. “That’s it, good girl,” his hot breath moans into my ear laced with the smell of stale smoke. I curl my toes and grip his forearms with all my force, leaving nail marks as my whole body tenses, then releases in pleasure.

“Evan I’m cumming!” My screams and the sound of our skin slapping together fill the room. “Fuck you make me feel so good,” I whimper as he begins to slow down his thrusts, allowing me to ride out my high.

“Good job baby,” he pulls out, pumping himself. “now get on your knees. Open your mouth.” I quickly obliged. I drop down and look up at him. The sight of his heaving, glistening chest and his brown curls sticking to his red sweaty face is enough to make me orgasm all over again. He reaches his veiny arm down and pulls my hair into a ponytail and. I happily open my mouth for him as he gently taps his rock hard tip on my lips, I moan quietly as he begins to slowly thrust in my face. I take it upon myself to press his dick as far as I can down my throat, gagging as my nose touches his abdomen.

“Holy fucking shit baby,” he pants out, now fucking my face. It doesn’t take long before he’s twitching in my deep in my throat and the salty pre cum drips into my mouth. “That’s it baby, fuck,” he swears as he grips my hair so hard I can feel a few strands snapping. It takes all of my strength to pull my head a away.

“Cum on my face, please Evan,” I gasp for breath, looking up at him with tears running from my pink eyes, as thick strands of spit string from my lips to his perfect dick. With a few pumps, and his death grip still on my hair, I open my mouth and hum in satisfaction as he releases his strings of hot liquid all over my face. He groans and curses, finally releasing my hair.

“Fuck y/n,” he sighs, looking down at the beautiful mess he’s created on my face. He brings his thumb to my mouth scooping up some of his cum and bring it to my lips. I smile around his thumb, lapping up all the liquid. “I can’t believe how beautiful you are,” he looks at me with such strong admiration in his eyes, I can’t help but blush as I lay my head into the hand he puts on my cheek. “Lets get you into the shower,” he begins guides me to the bathroom but I stop him.

“Don’t you want a cigarette first” I offer, grabbing the menthols from my flannel pocket. He grins. “Well, I’m not going to ever turn down a cigarette after sex that good,” he looks at the state of my face again. “But let me at least wipe off your face first. It’s the least I could do.” I giggle as he walks over to get a wet rag. This is absolutely worth risking my job for.

[thezombieprostitute]

The Arrangement - Part 9

Summary: Jake's done a lot of things to keep his sister, and then his niece, safe from his parent's influence and manipulation. If he wants to keep them safe, he has to marry you.

Warnings: Bad parents, Body shaming, Implied abuse. Let me know if I missed any!

Part 8 -- Part 10

Series Masterlist

Jake had his calendar open on his phone, putting in all of the events the two of you had been volun-told to attend. His heart sank as he realized just about every weekend would be taken up with something. He was going to have to work with you to coordinate calendars, clothes, and everything else.

"And don't forget to show up at the office first thing Monday morning," Montgomery tells him. "We've got an entire new employee orientation set up just for you."

"Thanks," Jake nods, exhaustion heavy in his voice. "8 AM, right?"

Montgomery laughs. "That's the arrival time for the drones and minions," he jabs. "But I suppose it would work to help endear you to them. Just don't expect anyone but your secretary to be there until at least 10."

"Right," Jake says through gritted teeth. "And do we need to get fitted for clothes or anything?"

"You saw the ones we got for you in the closet, yes?" Cordelia says with a raised eyebrow.

You try to hide your wince. If the parents knew you weren't actually sharing a bed you'd be in even more trouble.

"Yes, mother," Jake lies. "I just...didn't know if...if we'd need something special or tailored for the events."

The parents seem to buy his explanation and you breathe a little easier. Feeling full of nervous energy you keep yourself busy by refilling drinks and gently ask if anyone needs anything else.

Your mother snorts, "it's such a small wonder you haven't been able to lose weight, thinking people need more than that feast of a breakfast."

Jake's mother, Cordelia, laughs in agreement. "Seriously, girls these days are just too lacking in self control to starve themselves like we had to."

"It's such a shame," Carol shakes her head. Jake bites back a comment, reminding himself of what happened just an hour before when he tried to defend you. "I swear, the 'body positive' trend is undermining the strength of will of the younger generations. Who needs to eat to be healthy? Just take a few multivitamins a day."

Cordelia nods, "and you know they're not going to be able to make it through a pregnancy, either. The babies are going to be so fat!"

Your mother's follow up comment gets cut off by her phone ringing. You recognize the ringtone as the one she uses for when Travis calls her. "Travis!" Carol cheerily cries as she answers. You shouldn't be affected, but it still hurts that she never answers your calls with such excitement.

Everyone pauses when her smile drops. A hand covers her mouth and she starts shaking. "What hospital," she gasps, getting everyone's attention. "We'll be right there!" She hangs up and turns to your father, "Travis was in a car accident! We have to go!"

Your parents step away from the table, followed by Jake's parents.

"Should we go with you?" Jake offers, standing from the table.

"No," Montgomery shoots him down. "Only so many people allowed and we don't want to cause a scene by bringing a crowd."

Your mother starts sobbing and you go to comfort her but she smacks your hands away. "If we hadn't been visiting you he'd be okay," she snaps at you. You lower your head in shame. "You just had to keep us here, didn't you? I know you've always hated Travis. You know he needs more attention than you. And now he's in the hospital!"

"Let's go, Carol," your father intones. "Our son needs us more than she needs to be yelled at."

Carol huffs and storms out, followed by your father. You want to cry but Jake's parents are still here and you need to be a good hostess.

You turn to them to ask if they need anything but Cordelia sees your face and immediately scoffs. "Don't bother trying to keep us here. We're not that interested in you and now that your parents are gone, so are we."

William grabs his coat and tells Jake, "make sure not to screw things up worse. Anything happens to ruin this arrangement and your niece is up for grabs."

Jake's parents head out, leaving the two of you. That's when you start sobbing.

Jake's immediate thought is to comfort you, but he also knows he shouldn't touch you without permission. But would it be weird to ask when you're clearly already upset? Do you need words instead of hugs? Do you need water? Food? Blankets? Something else? He stands, torn with indecision, for several moments before moving close, but not too close, and asking, "what do you need?"

Caught off guard by the question you shake your head, "I don't know."

"Okay...let's start simple," Jake's voice wavers as he tries to keep himself calm. "Do you want a hug?"

You sob for a few more seconds before silently nodding. A hug does sound nice. You're not used to them, but they can feel good, right?

Taking your nod as permission Jake gently wraps his arms around you and you lean into him. When he helped you with the spilled coffee you got a sense of how much muscle his arms had but the hug solidified it. More importantly, he was so gentle with you, despite being so strong. You cry even harder at the realization of how much you've needed such a gentle touch in your life. You push a little harder into Jake's chest and he doesn't move. He doesn't say anything, doesn't do anything other than just hold you and let you cry.

Part 8 -- Part 10

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Tagging: @alicedopey; @ashdoctor; @delicatebarness; @ellethespaceunicorn; @irishhappiness

@jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @lokislady82; @ronearoundblindly

[seung-mong]

homework - bangchan

includes: bangchan x fem!reader, established relationship, daddy kink (chan calls himself daddy:>), hand kink (i had 2</3), oral (m receiving), slight face fucking, fingering, suggestive ending:)

a/n: i miss blonde chan so much u guys dont get it, he was the MOMENT

wc: 2378 words<3

"and thats why i think i'd be a great boyfriend for levi ackerman. we'd just… get each other. ya know?" jisung takes a bite out of the granola bar in his hand, stare set on the ceiling. you hum in agreement, fighting the sleepiness pulling over you as you lay on the couch in the room jisung hides out in the jyp building, head resting on the armrest and chan's jacket covering you as a makeshift blanket.

jisung sighs, legs hanging over the arm of the leather chair he's laying in. "but then i realize our relationship would just be so hot and messy but sexy and toxic and-"

three knocks on the door interrupts jisung's train of thought, both of your heads shifting to check who was at the door. changbin pokes his head into the room, taking in the sight of the two of you sprawled on the couches.

"chan's calling you." changbin croaks, his voice slightly raspy, an indicator of how long he's been recording with chan. you nod, shooting your legs out from the position you were curled into, stretching them until they started to shake and you felt a yawn coming up. swinging your legs over until your feet sweep the floor, changbin pushes into the room and quickly takes your spot.

"fuck, chan's been making me repeat this same bar for almost an hour." changbin whines, opening the mini fridge next to the couch in hopes of finding a bottle of water.

"he seemed pretty agitated when i was recording my lines too." jisung agrees, crumpling the wrapper in his hand and shooting it into the trash bin across the room. the boys whoop, and you roll your eyes with a grin on your face.

"is he still in the studio?" you ask changbin, shrugging chan's jacket on.

changbin nods, taking his cap off and settling it on the space next to him. "yup, told me to tell you that he needs you to get some homework done or some shit?"

you freeze, blinking stupidly at him. obviously, changbin didn't know what chan had meant by that since it was a stupid codeword chan pushed for you both to use when he needed to use you.

"oh." you say in a small voice, excusing yourself out of the room. you take your time walking down the hallway, finally reaching chan's studio. you fix your hair, trying your best to flatten it before knocking on the door with a shaky hand.

from inside the room, you hear chan grunt. you take that as an invitation to enter the room, and you do.

"channie?" you ask as sweetly as possible, eyes adjusting to the darkness enveloping every corner of the room. chan's face is slightly illuminated by the light coming from his laptop, his eyes closed. you sigh, closing the door behind you and flicking the lights on. chan squeezes his eyes shut, as if shielding them from the blinding light. you giggle, walking up to him and placing a hand behind his chair. you plant a soft kiss on his cheek, and he hums in approval. he finally opens his eyes, which have evident rings under them. your heart breaks a little to see him this tired, barely able to keep his eyes open and his skin so pale. he makes grabby hands at you, motioning for you to sit in his lap.

"need you," he whines, pulling you by your skirt when you step forward. he effectively pulls you to sit on his lap, both hands resting on your hips.

you chuckle as he presses you against him, his head dipping down to rest on your chest. he shifts you so your side is pressed against his broad chest, both of your legs draped over one side. your hands find their way to his curly hair as you gently pull at the roots. he whimpers when you do, his hands starting to roam up and down your sides. "baby," he whispers against your neck, his arms tightening their hold against you.

"hmm?"

he pulls away with a sigh, hand resting on your nape. "i want you to cum on my fingers, and then suck me off." he says nonchalantly, a small grin pulling on the corner of his mouth.

you heat up from embarrassment, scandalized by how easily those words came out of his mouth. you hit his arm playfully, avoiding his gaze. "channie." you whine.

"come on, youre a good girl f'me, right?" chan whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear and trailing his fingers down to your chin, lifting your face up so you meet his eyes.

you nod, albeit hesitantly, and chan smiles in triumph, pulling your face to his by the back of your neck and crashing his lips onto yours. he kisses you messily, hot breath leaving his mouth and into yours as he slips his tongue into your mouth. you try your best to keep up, kissing him back with equal fervor and gripping tightly onto his shoulders. he moans into your mouth when you rub your tongue against his, his hand slowly inching up your thigh.

you pull away to stabilize yourself, but you're instantly breathless when you watch his fingers meet the edge of your skirt. he chuckles when you whimper, squirming in your seat. he knows your obsession with his hands a little too well, and he decides to give you a show, finger twirling the fabric of your skirt. you feel arousal pool in your stomach when chan pinches your inner thigh, making you squeal.

"you're so fucking good to me." chan groans, lips attacking your neck when his fingers find the hemline of your underwear.

"this comes off, hmm?" he hums against your neck, and you nod enthusiastically. he slowly pulls your underwear down, all the while sucking your soul out through your neck. you wince when it starts to hurt just a little, and chan gets the message, opting to run his tongue across the hickey.

"keep your eyes on me first," chan commands, and you pull back from burying your face against his chest to make eye contact with him. you feel his fingers run up and down your folds, collecting your slick in between his fingers.

"just so you know," chan breathes seductively, and you gasp as you start to feel his thick fingers prod at your entrance. "i don't plan on stopping until your pretty little thighs shake and close around my hand."

his words, accompanied by the feeling of his finger pushing into you has you gasping, clutching the front of his shirt as he slowly pushes in and out of you. you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to remain patient but you can't help rocking your hips against his hand. "stay still, baby." chan warns, other arm wrapping around you to hold you securely against him by your waist. "and i thought i said to keep those pretty eyes on me?"

your eyes instantly fly open, meeting his dark gaze as he pumps into you faster.

"fuck, chan." you whimper, greedily grinding down against his hand. he smirks at you, refusing to speed up and keeping his pace, which you start to find frustratingly slow.

"faster please." you plead, following chan's wish of maintaining eye contact.

his cock twitches when he sees your eyes so full and wide, filling to the brim with frustrated tears. how could he say no to you? he leans down to kiss you, breathing heavily as he starts to pump his digits into you faster, making sure to curl his fingers and hitting the spot in you that makes you melt into his arms every time. he knows you like the back of his hand at this point, knowing just what makes you fall apart.

your eyes start to flutter shut when you climb higher and higher, so close to your climax you can taste it on the tip of your tongue. chan feels you squeeze around him and he smirks, shoving his tongue into your mouth and kissing you passionately.

"chan, please." you whimper against his open mouth, and the way he smiles against your lips has your tummy flipping upside down.

"love it so much when you beg for me." he coos, using his thumb to lightly circle your clit. he can feel how close you are, the way your walls flutter around his fingers a sign that you're impossibly close to cumming on his fingers.

"come on, cum for me." chan whispers, biting down on your neck, his arm is sore from pumping in you but he ignores the burn, speeding up when your moans rise in pitch and volume. you shut your eyes when the knot in your lower abdomen snaps, hands flying to clasp around chan's wrist. you pant against his chest when he pulls his fingers out, placing them in his mouth.

you watch him suck your essence off of his fingers, burying your face into his soft shirt.

"what a good girl." he rasps, pulling your face towards his and kissing you sweetly. "don't you think daddy needs some rewarding too, hmm?" he teases you, guiding your hand away from his chest and dragging it towards his obvious bulge.

you feel your cheeks warm when he moans softly, and you don't need him to ask you again, quickly sinking to your knees in between his legs. he adjusts himself, moving closer to the edge of his seat while shimmying his pants down. you rest your cheek on his thigh as you watch him take his cock out, pumping it twice before smirking at you.

"you'll be good, princess?" he caresses your cheek, sighing when you wrap your hand around the base.

"yes," you nod, leaning forward to kiss the tip of his cock, already leaking precum. he licks his lips, eyes threatening to close when you wrap your mouth around the head, hollowing your cheeks and creating a vacuum. you suck just the head, your hand pumping the rest of his shaft.

he's in a dilemma when you look at him like that, half of him wants to close his eyes so badly, the pleasure shooting up his abdomen and making his fists clench around the armrest. but the other half is hypnotized by the way your eyes blink stupidly up at him, as if drunk on his cock.

"take me all the way, hmm?" he whispers, hand resting on your nape and pushing gently, encouraging you to take the rest of hic cock down your throat. you try your best to take what you can fit into your mouth, letting the tip of his leaking cock hit the back of your throat. chan lets out a pitiful moan when your throat constricts around his tip, the sensation of your throat closing around his cock too much for him and he almost cums on the spot.

he holds his breath, throwing his head back against the headrest and closing his eyes. he hears you gag on his length, and he curses under his breath. he refuses to look down at you, knowing that the moment he sees the tears rolling down your cheek, he's a goner.

you try your best to multitask, your hands slowly running up and down his thigh as chan gently fucks your throat, trying to compose himself and prevent from thrusting into your mouth too harshly. your jaw goes slack as chan basically grinds into your mouth, your nose almost touching his abdomen.

"jesus fucking christ," chan curses when you run your tongue across the underside of his shaft, focusing on the spot just under his head that you know has his thighs shaking.

"gonna cum down your throat, and i want you to take everything." chan borderline growls, breath coming out in short pants as his thrusts get slightly harsher. your gag reflex kicks in and you try to control it, humming around his length. the vibrations from your throat catches chan off guard, and he's spilling into your mouth, his hands resting on your head and shoving you down onto his cock as deeply as he possibly can.

his cum spills down your throat, thick and warm. you continue to lick his tip, and chan shakes, letting out a tiny whimper as you pull away. you open your mouth for him, showing off and confirming you'd done what he asked.

"fuck, come here baby." chan shakes his head, picking you up and settling you back onto his lap. you're still catching your breath and chan laughs, planting a soft kiss on your cheek.

"you were so good to me, fuck." he groans in amazement, rubbing soothing circles onto your bare shoulder.

"yea?" you heave, your voice slightly raspy due to the onslaught of chan's dick poking down your throat.

he finds it incredibly sexy, your eyes still wet from the tears, your lips puffy and wet from all the drool, your voice hoarse from him fucking your face. he can't help it, he grabs you by the chin and kisses you, his tongue pushing through your lips and groaning when he tastes himself on your tongue. chan pulls away, hands still gripping onto your waist to keep you on him. he looks at you through narrowed eyes, something clearly on his mind.

"what is it?" you ask, running your hands across his chest and planting a soft kiss on his jaw.

he hums, wrapping his arms around you and keeping you in a warm embrace.

"just thinking bout how-" you straighten up, meeting his gaze. "how badly i want to fuck you on my desk, have you scream my name for the others to hear."

you shake your head and bury your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling your scent. "channie, you horndog."

he laughs, planting a kiss on your head and hugging you close to him. "i'll take you out to dinner if you ride my face and let me fuck you in the recording booth." chan whispers after a while.

"channie!" you whine, hitting his chest.

he looks down at you, an eyebrow raised. you sigh.

"better be ramen." you mumble, sucking a hickey onto his neck.

[prismatica-the-strange]

The End of the World as We Know It | I Feel Fine

Warnings: 18+, smoking, alcohol mention

Just a little dip into their dynamic before they get together

Daryl doesn't quite get that Loveday's autistic yet, but he'll come around.

Word Count: 1,687

It's The End of the World as We Know It by The Suicide Machines | Banner by @saradika-graphics

"Where d'ya think yer goin'?" Daryl says when one of the prisons newest inhabitants drops her bag next to his bike.

"With you."

"The hell you are, girlie," He argues, "I don't need your help, it's an easy run."

"Oh, I'm sorry," She pouts, "I didn't mean to give you the impression I cared."

She pulls on her backpack, securing her fire-axe in it before motioning to his bike with her chin, "Now we gonna go or you gonna waste an hour fightin' me before hand?"

He rolls his eyes, swings his leg over the seat, and waits for her to climb on behind him, tensing when she wraps her arms around his middle.

It's a decent ride to the drug store, but she welcomes the air rushing around them, a balm to the killer Georgia heat.

"So why'd you wanna tag along, anyway?" He asks as they come to a stop and both of them get off the bike.

"Felt like window shopping," She grins over at him, rolling the sleeves of her plaid button-up past her elbows. She shakes her head when he scowls at her, "The old man was concerned about you goin' out on your own, asked me t'go with ya."

"'Course," He scoffs, shrugging his crossbow off his shoulder.

"You surprised you got people that care about you, Dixon?" She teases. He watches her pull her axe out and lean it back over her right shoulder, "I wouldn't be. Not with a tight knit group like yours."

His eyes trail after her as she walks toward the store's window.

She and her friends showed up at the prison about three months ago, and from day one, Daryl couldn't fucking stand her.

She's capable, that much he knew right off the bat, with plenty of useful skills, but she has some weird hang ups and mannerism that drive him crazy, and not in a good way.

Always humming to herself, can't sit still, can't stand touching anything sticky, can't skin anything she kills, and is always wearing that stupid bright blue beanie.

Course, as time goes on he starts to appreciate other little aspects of her. She never gets up before 10am, but she's also the first to volunteer for night watch, and will usually go two shifts, staying awake deep into the night without complaint.

Then there's food. Now Loveday's a big girl, and she'll agree with you if you say it, but he's noticed she's always the last to meals, taking whatevers left, even if it's less than her fair share.

He still can't stop himself from rolling his eyes in annoyance whenever he hears her laughing from across camp, or when she tucks Wildflowers in the rim of her hat, or even when she flashes that perfect fucking smile his way after some sarcastic quip.

"Hol' up," He yanks her hand away from the door when she goes to open it, "Gotta lure 'em out first."

"I'm aware," She says, brow furrowed, "That's what I was doing."

She pulls her hand away and jerks the door open, the bell above the it jingling. The sound is muffled when she slams it shut again, and they hear a few walkers shuffle toward them inside.

"You want first crack?"

He just glances at her and she chuckles.

"Alright," She opens the door again, kicking it open wide behind her for him. She brings her axe down hard, splitting the first walker's head in two, then swings it around, cleaving off the top of the other's.

"You plan on helpin' me here?" She asks over her shoulder when two more shamble out of the back. When she raises her arms to swing again the bottom of her button-up lifts up, showing off the skin of her back and his eyes flick up to see the muscles in her forearms flexing.

"Daryl!" She hisses when the blade catches in the walker's skull and she struggles to pull it out, "Get your damn head out yer ass and help me!"

He quickly shoots the last one as she kicks the one stuck on he weapon back, finally getting it free.

His eyebrows raise when she spins around to face him, she looks pissed.

"Next time you decide to stand around and watch the show, you better pay in advance!" She spits, "I shouldn't have to snap you out of a wet dream when you're supposed to have my back! For fuck's sake!"

The side of his lips quirk into the slightest smile, and he nods with a small hum of acknowledgment before pushing past her.

She flounders there for a moment then grits her teeth and follows, tightly gripping her ax.

They take some time picking through whatever bottles of meds are left on the shelves, then wander the isles.

"Found a couple cans of soda," He calls out to her, "Not enough to bring back... you want one?"

"What kind?"

He walks around the end of an isle to find her poking through a spinning rack of key chains.

"Here," He tosses her a can and she grins when she catches it.

"Shit, I haven't had'a grape Crush since I was a kid, thanks," She wipes the top off with the bottom of her shirt and cracks it open, cursing when it foams over, soaking her glove, and part of her pant leg, "Son of a bitch!"

She sets it on the shelf next to her and peels her gloves off, shaking the excess off her fingers, and looking around helplessly for something clean to wipe them on.

"Here," He finds a pack of wet wipes on one of the shelves and hands her one, not wanting to deal with her freaking out over it.

"Thanks," She mutters again, taking the whole package.

He watches her get off as much sugar as she can before looking at the rack she'd been searching. It's covered in little Georgia license plates with peoples names.

"They never have mine," She sighs and he chuckles, glancing over to see her wiping down the can.

"Parents didn't think 'bout that, huh?"

"Not really," She chews her bottom lip with a smile and takes a sip of the soda, making a face at the sweetness, "We should probably get headed soon."

He grunts in agreement, taking one of the plates with Carl's name on it and puts it in his pocket.

"I'mma do one last sweep, just in case we missed somethin' good."

She takes another swig from the can and leaves on the shelf next to him.

"You done with that?"

"Too sweet," She shrugs, "Always been more of a seltzer girl... did we ever check the back?"

"Nah," He finishes what's left in the can and takes hold of his crossbow, letting her lead the way.

The back room is void of walkers and just as picked clean as the rest of the store, save for a couple small boxes.

"Anythin?" He asks from the door as she rifles through.

"Box full'a nips," She calls back, "Fireball, Jack Daniels, Crown, Morgan... whole damn minibar!"

He can't help but smile to himself at her excitement, hearing her dump the box into her bag.

"Anythin' useful?" He snickers and she scoffs.

"... Nah I'm not seein' it."

"Seein' what?" He asks.

"The cure to that stick up yer ass," She answers, playfulness evident in her voice.

"Very funny," He rolls his eyes again and grabs her bag when she zips it closed, slinging it over his shoulder, "You can find yer own way back."

"Uh-huh."

She follows him out through the storefront, pausing when she sees something on the counter.

The pack on the counter is empty, but she takes a minute to check around behind it, and Daryl pokes his head back in, "What're'ya doin'?"

"Lookin' for somethin'," She says, not looking up at him.

"Thought we were goin'," He leans on the counter, watching her rummage. There's a display of Zippos next to him and he picks up an iridescent one engraved with a cannabis leaf, not his style, but he slips it in his back pocket when she looks up at him.

"Know if anyone uses dip?"

"No idea."

"What about these?" She stands up, smirk spread across her face as she holds two packs of Marlboros in her hand, "Wouldn't happen to know anyone who smokes, would'ya?"

"Gi'me those," He swipes them from her and grabs another lighter from the stand.

He hears her hop the counter when he starts back for the door, opening the carton as he pushes outside.

She leans against the door as she watches him light up.

His eyebrows raise when she plucks it from between his lips and takes a drag.

"Didn't know you smoked."

"Cigarettes ain't exactly my vice of choice, but they'll do."

He nods and goes to take it back but she pulls back out of his reach.

He watches her carefully as she takes another drag then lifts it up to his lips.

He suddenly grabs her wrist when she moves to pull it away again, her eyes going wide at the action. His fingers brushing against hers when he takes it back.

She pulls away, cheeks dusted pink as she clears her throat.

"What I wouldn't do for some weed," She mumbles, refusing to meet his eyes.

"That makes sense," He chuckles. He takes one last puff before dropping the cigarette on the ground and grinding it with the toe of his boot, "You ready?"

"Yeah."

She takes her bag back and secures her axe again. Her blush only deepens when he gets on his bike and offers her a hand, not even looking at her.

"Put that thing away," She tries to brush it off as a joke, gently swatting his hand, as she swings her leg over and settles behind him, "I don't need your help gettin' on'a bike."

"'S gonna get dark soon," He comments, "Gonna have'ta drive faster if we wanna get there 'fore sunset. Hold on tight, yea?"

"Or don't," He shrugs teasingly, "Don't really care if yer ass falls off."

[s1m0nth3swag]

omg yes please write smth about Jill and Leon i love their dynamic so much sadly there is so little about them

Anon marry me for giving me a reason to write about them ily

slightly small drabble , because the brainrot is getting too much and I can't help but have thousands of strands of thought about them and I physically CANNOT make a simple story about them anymore. I NEED to YAP.

You stared at both your partners as they sat on the couch, wearing nearly identical outfits. Both tried to push down a grin as they looked back at you, mischievous like always. They were up to something, definitely. You sighed heavily, shaking your head. “Alright. What’s up?” You asked, soft giggles coming from Jill as she motioned for Leon to explain. “Well, we figured that you love us, right?” He started, and you immediately knew this was going into a direction that you wouldn’t quite like - you never did when they teamed up to annoy you. Which they did often. “I do love you, I don’t love this dynamic, continue.” You grumbled, rolling your eyes slightly as Jill cleared her throat. “See, we both have super duper dangerous jobs, right? We figured we should teach you some self defence.” She hummed, and Leon nodded along. “So you don’t get in trouble when we both are gone, of course.” He added. “No ulterior motives.” Jill quipped. Oh jesus. You were in for a treat, weren’t you?

Just an hour or so later, you had to watch both of them show you how to defend yourself - genuinely you didn't even care this much, you had taken self defence classes in the past, and both of them knew that. You sighed when Leon patted you on the back, his hand lingering a little longer, like it always would. You stepped in front of Jill, grumbling softly as you hadn't planned to spend today practically training with both your partners. You couldn't even get into a proper stance before Jill had already brought you down onto the ground. “Gotta pay attention, sweets.” She chuckles, and you catch a glimpse of her and Leon high fiving, before sighing as you get up. “Poor little thing can't even protect itself.” Leon grins, and you shoot him a glare, while Jill can't hold back a soft laugh. “Just you two wait until I strangle you in your sleep.” You huff playfully, earning a soft punch in the arm from Leon and a manic giggle from Jill, you roll your eyes as you realise what the two are thinking about. Some days it was genuinely like they were the same person, sharing the same goddamn brain calls.

A few days later, you come home to hearing the two have the most frantic discussion with each other. You catch some small phrases - something about history or such - you really don't care, they get like this often. You sigh, calling out that you're home as you hang your jacket up and put your shoes away, unable to keep yourself from grinning as you immediately hear them get up. “Important question.” Jill starts, not even giving you a hello. “How often do you think about the Roman empire?” She asks, and for a second you are definitely dumbfounded. They both look at you like your answer will decide life and death. “Uh… I don't know? I guess from time to time..? How come that's your question?” You wonder. “We were on this TikTok App because we were bored.” Leon explains, and you swear your sigh could shake the entire house. “So you downloaded TikTok… and then had a discussion about the Roman Empire?” You clarify, keeping yourself from shaking your head as the two nod. “I need to get both of you some sort of parental lock on your phones, I swear to god.” You grumble. “Oh come on you love us.” Jill hums, moving to wrap her arms around you from behind. “Welcome home, by the way.” She then adds, while Leon casually runs a hand through your hair before placing a kiss on your forehead. “Personally, I think about the Roman Empire and specifically its downfall every day.” He shrugs, and you hear Jill groan. “Because you're just not understanding that the things that were discovered during the times of the Empire were far more interesting than its downfall!” Suddenly you have a headache. “And you don't understand how intricate the downfall showed that no system can truly work, even if it was as great as the Roman Empire!” Leon argues back. You sigh again. “I'm in love with two idiots, aren't I.” You mumble to yourself, wringing out of Jill's arms to get yourself a coffee, because you were definitely listening to their argument-discussion for a little longer.

Obviously, you were right, because the two were still arguing over dinner. It was like taking care of Toddlers really. “Jesus, can you two shut up about Roman history out of all things? I swear I'll make both of you sleep on the couch until you get along.” You huff, and both immediately shut up. “The downfall was good, I guess…” Jill mutters, and Leon sighs. “Yeah.. I bet it wasn't as great as I really think it is.” It's incredible how well some little threats work on them. Especially since you know they both like cuddling up to you in their sleep. You shake your head. “Eat up.” slips from you lips in a sigh.

Just half an hour later the two stand beside you as you brush your teeth, yapping about some of Leons coworkers - Jill seems to know their names by heart, for some reason. Soft quips about the usual office drama - you're actually caught off guard when Jill recalls a completely different story about some woman in Leons office. “Just how much do you two gossip when I'm not home?” You ask, looking at both of them through the mirror. “Oh, just the normal hour or two.” Leon shrugs. “You need to get a life.” You grumble. “We have you, sugar. Don't need any other life.” Jill chuckles, pressing a kiss against the top of your head. “I'm getting us a dog so you two get out the house more often.” You mumble as you feel Leon wrap an arm around you. “But a cool one. Like a German shepherd or something.” He answers, resting his head on top of yours. “No! A sweet little fluffy thing.” Jill huffs, genuinely pouting a tad bit. “Jesus Christ.” You muttered under your breath. You really should've thought twice about getting into a relationship with the two most gossipy people, who also weren't able to properly communicate with each other. You loved them though. Couldn't help it, really. Both had snuck their way into your heart, and no matter how tired or annoyed you were, deep down you actually found them both adorable. Sometimes, their argues genuinely made your heart clench with how happy you were that both of them were well and safe at home.

[coneyislandbabey]

you keep on tellin' me i ain't your kinda man -> e.roundtree

WARNINGS: profanities, arguing

SYN0PSIS: The push and pull between you and Eddie Roundtree was never-ending. No matter how hard you tried to push him away, you always came back together. word count: 2,831

NOTES: this is part 3/8 of the Beast of Burden series! Part two can be found here. If you asked to be tagged and I didn't tag you, I'm sorry! Just ask again in the comments here or shoot me an ask in my inbox <3

Baltimore, 1970 

“I don’t get how you like this place,” Graham said, the two of you lugging your equipment up the back steps of The Pint, a bar in Baltimore that the band had scored a gig at. 

“Well, I didn’t mean the bar,” you said, sending a furtive glance at the grimy brick walls of the building. “But there’s something about Baltimore.” 

You suspected that that ‘something’ was just the fact that it wasn’t Pittsburgh. The very fact that the Six was now quite frequently scoring gigs out of the city– and even out of state, in this instance– sent a current through your whole body. Every time you piled into the band and drove a few hours to a different city, every time you retired to a seedy motel and drank the early hours of the morning away together after a gig because home was too far a drive to make that night, you felt like you guys were growing more important. Like you were becoming something. 

“Baltimore is pretty much as gross as Pittsburgh,” Graham argued. 

You shrugged. “It’s a change of scenery! I enjoy that.” 

The Pint was a little classier than a lot of the places you played, and actually had a tiny room down the dingy hall that also contained the door to the bathroom where the talent could hang out until it was time to go on stage. After setting your equipment up backstage, you headed down the hall to the room, where the rest of the band was already hanging out. It was still rather early in the night, but the place was already filling up with patrons, getting loud. Your little room of refuge was a different kind of loud; someone had put on a Zeppelin record, and everyone was trying to have a conversation over it. 

Eddie and Warren were sitting on a couch pushed against one wall, passing a joint between each other. When Eddie saw that it was you who had come through the door, he smiled and beckoned for you to come sit in the little sliver of space between the two of them. You happily obliged, and just as you were bending to sit down, Eddie’s arm swept around your waist and pulled you into his lap. You let out a noise of surprise, turning to glare at the man. Sheepishly, he took the joint from his mouth and extended it to you as a peace offering. You continued to glare at him but accepted it, bringing it to your lips and taking a long drag. 

“Ready for tonight?” he asked, once your expression had morphed back into a peaceful one. He asked you that before every gig, knowing that you still got almost as nervous as you did before that very first show every time you played. For some reason, you couldn’t shake the anxiety, even though you’d never bombed onstage in the years you’d been with the Six. 

“Please, I’ve never been more ready,” you said, scoffing and waving your hand dismissively in mock bravado. Eddie laughed, shaking his head affectionately at you. “And you? Ready to kick ass, Mr. Rhythm Guitar?”

“I’m always ready to kick ass,” he assures you, rolling his eyes at your question. You grin, passing the joint back to him. Warren smacks Eddie’s arm to get his attention, asking him about something to do with the conversation that had been going on around you, and the full force of noise and atmosphere in the room hits you. You never realize until after the fact, the way talking to Eddie seems to pull you into a bubble in which only the two of you exist. You had completely lost track of the conversation everyone had been having, had completely tuned out the record playing. You were suddenly hyper aware of being in his lap, even more aware of how normal, comfortable, right it felt. 

Before you knew it, someone was alerting you that it was time for your set. You stood up and offered Eddie your hand, who gratefully took it, allowing you to help pull him up off the couch. 

“Time to kick ass, yeah?” he asked, and you nodded seriously. 

The gig was one of your best in the last few months; everyone played near-flawlessly, and Billy sounded amped-up and enthusiastic about every song. As usual, you and Eddie clumped together on stage, moving with one another, playing to one another. The two of you were more in sync than any other members of the band were with each other. The crowd was also incredibly enthusiastic, engaging with Billy often as usual, but seemingly also eating up the chemistry and talent coming off of you and Eddie in waves. 

After your highly-demanded encore, Eddie slung his arm over your shoulder and the two of you walked off stage together. In a strange way, the two of you had become comfortable in the evergreen tension between you, as though you had built a home within this odd game you had been playing for years now. You both had some idea of what you felt for one another, and though you were always testing the boundaries of what you could do within your friendship before you had to sit down and address what was going on between you, it seemed clear that nothing real or tangible was going to happen. Not in the foreseeable future, anyway. Your stance on things hadn’t changed; if you dated Eddie, or anyone from the band, your integrity would come into question, your talent would come into question, and you couldn’t allow that. Though you’d never said those words to Eddie, considering neither of you ever acknowledged the odd relationship you had, you felt like he understood this about you to some degree. He must, seeing as he never tried to change the nature of your relationship, never tried to push you into new and uncomfortable territory. 

You liked it this way. You liked getting to have Eddie in some way, even though you couldn’t have him. 

When you got back to the room, Billy was in conversation with a man you didn’t recognize. He had that look on his face, the one you had come to recognize meant something was developing. Seeing as the whole band was now back in the room, he turned to address all of you. 

“Guys, this is Rick Marks. Lead singer for the Winters,” Billy said, gesturing to the man. 

“Happy I caught your set tonight. You guys were great,” Rick said, smiling around the room. “Most of my band is out there, I want you to meet ‘em.” 

“Sounds great, man,” Warren said. With that, Rick and Billy made their way towards the door, the rest of you following behind. You and Eddie walked together, and though his arm was no longer slung over your shoulder, you were standing just as close. 

“You ever heard of the Winters?” he asked, voice pitched low so Rick wouldn’t hear him. 

You stifled a laugh. “Maybe? The name sounds kind of familiar. Billy seems to hold him in some kind of regard, so it’s a safe bet they have some talent.” 

“Guess we’ll see,” Eddie shrugged. You entered the main room of the Pint to find a new band onstage, a name you didn’t recognize splashed across the drum kit and the amps. It was loud and unruly, and you almost lost the rest of the band in the crowd as Rick surged toward the far wall, where the bar was located. 

Rick introduced you all to the rest of his band, and you didn’t catch most of the names. You did, however, take an interested note in the blonde woman that he introduced last. You shuffled closer as he did so that you could hear her name: Karen. Once pleasantries had been exchanged and everyone fell back into their own business, you departed from Eddie’s side and went over to talk to her. 

“Hey, I’m (Y/N),” you said, shouting slightly to be heard over the noise and extending your hand to shake. Karen returned a smile and shook it. 

“Karen,” she said. “I was pleased to see a woman in your band. Even more pleased at how talented you are.”

You dipped your head graciously. “Thank you, thank you. These boys would be lost without me.” 

“I’m sure,” Karen said, smiling ruefully. “It’s… cute, you and your boyfriend being in the band together. You have great chemistry when you play.”

You nearly choked on your drink at her words. Once you swallowed, you managed out, “Boyfriend?”

“Oh, is he not? Sorry for assuming, it’s just… well, it was easy to assume.” 

“Do you mean Eddie?” you asked, jerking your head to your left where he was standing and talking to Graham. Karen leveled you with a who else? kind of look, and you laughed. “Definitely not my boyfriend. But we do play very well together.” 

“I’ve seen actual newlyweds act less smitten than the two of you when you walked in here. Plus, you might as well be fucking onstage the way you two play together,” Karen said bluntly, almost sending you choking again. 

“I promise, it’s nothing like that,” you said, regaining your composure. “Eddie’s a close friend. He’s always recognized my talent, which I appreciate. We’ve both learned a lot from each other when it comes to our music.” 

Karen paused, considering this. “I can respect that.” 

By the end of the night, Rick Marks had asked you all to open for a few of the shows on the Winters’ northeastern tour, and of course you accepted. By the end of your time on their tour, you had managed to poach Karen to join you guys, much to Rick Marks’ chagrin. With Karen’s keys, the Dunne Brothers’ sound took on a new lush, sprawling quality. You had never sounded better. 

New York City, 1971

It was more than you ever thought you’d see, New York. It was bigger, brasher, louder, more thrilling than you could have ever conjured up in your imagination when you arrived. Booking shows in this city… well, that was how you knew you were somebody. And now, being part of the Six meant you were somebody. This was a band being put on the map. A lot of people say that you can’t tell when something big is about to happen before it happens, you only think you could after the fact, but standing on the street in front of the Wreckage that late afternoon, you could just feel it, solid and true in your chest: this was only the first of the big things coming for you. 

Later, as you played the final note of the final song of the night, that feeling only intensified. The set had gone phenomenally, the crowd going wild for you. As usual, you and Eddie were highly in tune with one another, but you even felt more in tune than usual with the rest of your bandmates, too, which made for excellent playing from all of you. Billy’s swagger seemed to have been amplified tenfold, and you watched from your vantage point behind him, thinking he could really be a rockstar. A big one. 

You were practically jumping up and down once you got off stage and back to the dressing room, the thrill and energy of the performance thrumming through every nerve ending in your body. You were electrified– if you could play like that every time, have an audience like that every time, you might die of the feeling. When Eddie walked into the room  you beamed at him, bounding over to him at a speed that nearly bowled him over when you threw yourself into hugging him. 

“Did you fucking see us up there? That was– that was pure fucking magic,” you gushed, pulling away from the hug but standing so close that you were still touching. Eddie’s hands were loosely gripping your arms, and he was looking at you like you hung all the stars in the sky. “You’re always great on stage, Ed, but tonight? I mean, fuck, I couldn’t take my eyes off you–” 

Without warning, Eddie’s lips crashed into yours, a kiss conveying years of pent up love and lust and longing and waiting. He tasted like the strawberry chapstick you bought him at the drugstore a few weeks prior, when you couldn’t stand looking at his chapped and bitten lips anymore. Your brain, which had been buzzing with so many thoughts and still saturated with the feeling of performance, zeroed in on Eddie’s lips on yours. Every almost-kiss, every charged moment the two of you had shared since that first night in your garage when Eddie taught you the first Dunne Brothers songs immediately came to the surface. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him to you, as close as you physically could, responding to his kiss in kind. 

When he finally pulled away, you were both panting, red-faced and bewildered. 

“I couldn’t help myself any longer,” Eddie said, voice still breathless. “Every other time I’ve wanted to kiss you, I was able to reel it in but… I just couldn’t anymore.” 

“I’m glad you did it,” you said, before your mind caught up with your mouth. It was true, you were glad that he did it. It was the best kiss you’d experienced in the last few years, easily, and that was the least best thing about it. But it couldn’t happen. You and Eddie couldn’t happen for the same reason that you and any of your other band members couldn’t happen. And you had to tell him as much. 

“Eddie,” you started, taking a breath. “I am glad you did it. But it can’t happen again.” You watched the smile slide off of his face, his brow furrowed in confusion. 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean just what I said, Eddie. I– we can’t be more than friends.” It was hard to push the words out. Every syllable was a fight against your heart. 

Eddie pressed his lips into a thin line. Opened his mouth to speak, and closed it again. “My feelings for you go beyond being friends, and unless I’ve been crazy and delusional for the last few years, yours do, too. So what’s the problem?” 

“If we get together, my whole place in this band can come under scrutiny! My integrity, my talent, everything– it could all be written off as a byproduct of my relationship with you. I could be written off entirely,” you explained, doing your best to keep the emotions threatening to overcome you from spilling into your voice. You had carved out a very secure little box in your chest where you kept all of your feelings for Eddie, and he had blown it wide open in three seconds. Now, you were desperately trying to stuff them all back in, to jam the lid back on before too much damage was done, before the option of going back to the way you two had always been was gone. 

“That won’t happen! Everyone in the band knows you’re here because of your talent! Except for Karen, they were all there when you showed us just that,” Eddie argued. 

“It’s not about the band members, Eddie. It’s about everyone else,” you insisted, trying to get him to see it from your point of view. You knew the task was almost impossible; being a man, Eddie would never have to worry about his image and perception the way you always would. “I know there’s big things in this band’s future. I know we’re going to make it, I can just feel it. And when we do, I don’t want to be reduced to Eddie Roundtree’s girlfriend. I want people to recognize my talent, my role in this band and its success, I don’t want to just be a tabloid item!” 

“So, what? You want to discard everything between us because people might think that about you down the line?” Eddie asked, his voice growing more heated with anger. 

“No! I don’t want to discard any of what’s between us. I’m making a choice right now and I need you to respect that. I have wanted this life and this career for too long to go and make a mess of it before it’s even really begun!” 

Eddie scoffed, crossing his arms and taking a step away from you. He started to say something, but closed his mouth and shook his head. When he finally did speak, a measure of calm had entered his voice. “Fine. You make whatever decision you need to make, but I… I can’t be like this with you anymore. It’s tearing me up inside.” 

Before you could respond, Eddie turned around and walked out, leaving you standing alone in the middle of the room and feeling like your heart had dropped right out of your body.

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[mama-qwerty]

what would Callie do if Eclipse bit Wade. Full on bloody CHOMP

Oh. Hmm. Hmmmmm.

~~~

It happened so fast, Callie didn't have time to stop it.

Eclipse had been with her for a few weeks, and had mostly acclimated to 'family life'.

Mostly.

Truth be told, she herself was still a little wary around him. The kid had bitten her the first time they really interacted, after all. Twenty-some stitches and a round of rabies shots had left her a little sour toward him after that.

That mouthful of sharp chompers was intimidating, and her heartrate rose if he looked like he was getting even the slightest bit agitated.

But today he'd seemed calm. Downright jovial. Wade had stopped by for a short chat, and had gone to snag a quick drink before heading home. He must have startled Eclipse, who whipped around and latched down on the deputy's arm.

CHOMP.

Wade had cried out, his free, unchomped hand going to cover his mouth. Callie had been in the living room when she heard the cry, and hurried in to find the darkling practically hanging off Wade's arm.

"NO!"

She was ashamed to admit her first instinct was to reach out and smack the boy away. Her arm actually drew back, and she caught herself before it came down in a swing. Her heart clenched when she realized what she was doing, and she instead reached forward to scruff the boy.

"LET GO! NOW!"

She gave him a shake, as though he were a misbehaving dog that chewed up her shoes. Eclipse gave a little growl, before reluctantly releasing Wade's arm.

Callie tossed Wade a hand towel to wrap around his bleeding arm, and dragged the darkling toward the pantry he'd been staying in.

"Go to your closet. Right now. Stay in there until I come get you."

The boy ducked down on all fours, casting her a look that was half snarl, half cower, before crawling through the curtain hung in front of the pantry.

Once that was done, she quickly turned to Wade, and helped wrap the towel more tightly around his arm.

"C'mon, we need to get you to urgent care and get that taken care of."

~X~X~X~

Two hours later, Wade was stitched up, Callie had apologized about a bazillion times, and Silver had been sent to the Wachowski's for the night.

Wade had been (unsurprisingly) forgiving. "He's a scared kid. Maybe I surprised him. Totally my fault." Callie kind of saw his point, but that didn't change the fact that this feral, shark-toothed kid had attacked the town deputy in her kitchen.

And now, the redhead stood in front of the curtain that covered the little pantry. She could hear movement inside, meaning Eclipse actually did stay in there like she had told him. That surprised her. She was sure she was going to find a broken window and missing darkling upon her return home.

She took a breath, held it, and released it slowly. She wasn't angry. Well, she was a little pissed, but not anything she could stuff down and ignore. Mostly she was frustrated. He'd seemed like he was calming down and now this.

She lifted a hand and gave a few light knocks on the door jamb.

"Eclipse. I'm coming in."

No response. Callie pulled the curtain aside and went to her knees in the doorway. Eclipse huddled against the far wall, curled up and turned away from her.

They sat like that for a long moment, neither saying anything as the silence settled heavily over them.

"What's rule number one?" she asked, keeping her voice calm and even.

The boy flinched, trying to curl himself tighter. "No biting."

"So you do remember."

He turned to shoot her a snarl. "He snuck up on me. And he had a weapon!"

She sat still for a moment before giving a short nod. "Okay. I'll give you the sneaking part. Wade doesn't know to give you space like Silver and I do. But he didn't have a weapon."

"He did!"

"No he didn't."

"It was on his hip! That brown thing."

"That was a holster, a little pocket kind of thing that holds a weapon, but it was empty. Wade does not bring his gun when he comes here."

Eclipse's lip curled as he turned away. "I didn't know that."

She sighed. "I know. You were scared."

He rounded on her, his teeth bared as he came a little closer. "I wasn't scared! If I was scared I would have run away, and I didn't! I attacked! I'm brave!"

Callie didn't exactly flinch, as much as she jerked back slightly at his sudden movement. She tried to never show any fear or nervousness around him, but it was hard when she still felt a little, well, uneasy over his ability to control himself.

"It's okay to be afraid," she said, keeping her voice calm. "It's understandable. But you can't react with those teeth any time you're surprised."

"I wasn't afraid!"

"Look, we can sit here and split hairs all you want, but the fact is, you bit our town deputy." Her patience was running out. But she took a breath and forced herself to be a little calmer. "If he weren't such a forgiving man, he could call the government and have them come get you. You could be taken away and locked in some cage somewhere. Is that what you want?"

He pushed himself up and assumed a fighting stance. "I'd fight them! I'd teleport away where they couldn't find me!"

"And then what? Where would you go?"

The question made him pause, and his shoulders slumped. "Far away. Just like you want me to go."

Okay, that . . . that made her breath catch.

"Why do you think I want you to go far away?"

He slunk back into the far corner and curled up. "You're afraid of me. You hate me."

Silence descended in the little pantry, and any anger or frustration within Callie dissipated to be replaced with guilt. A whole lotta guilt. She swallowed, knowing he was right.

Well, partially right. She didn't hate him, per se. She just wasn't completely trusting of him, yet. And yeah, maybe she was a little afraid of him.

Well, damnit.

Callie rearranged herself to sit cross-legged, adopting a more casual posture before him.

"I don't hate you." Now her voice was softer, with less of an authoritative edge. "You just . . . well, you bit me the first time I really tried to help you. You have to admit that would make you seem a little scary, right?"

Eclipse peeked at her from the corner of his eye, turning slightly toward her. "I guess. But you hurt my arm so bad!"

"If I had known it was hurting you, I never would have touched it. But you were so sick. I was only trying to help."

He seemed to consider this. "You did find me and fix my arm."

"Because I was worried about you. Even though you bit me, and I was so scared you'd hurt Silver, too. You were hurt and needed help."

Silence again, but this one wasn't as heavy as the previous. Eclipse uncurled a little more, turning to look at her with his large gold-on-black eyes.

"Why aren't you still mad? Why aren't you punishing me?"

Callie chewed her cheek as she thought. A fair question, especially considering how she reacted when he'd bitten Wade.

"Because I haven't been treating you as well as I should have. It was probably making you uncomfortable, knowing someone was still watching and almost waiting for you to do something bad. I'm really sorry. That was wrong."

A look of surprise spread across his face, and he turned, his brow furrowing in confusion. "It was?"

She nodded. "I've probably been keeping you on edge this whole time without knowing. Kinda stupid I didn't realize it before. Makes your chest feel all tight, doesn't it? Just waiting for someone to get angry at you? Feeling like you're being judged all the time?"

He stared at her for a moment, before nodding.

"Yeah. Been there. I'm really sorry, Eclipse. I'll do better."

The boy stared, flicking his eyes to the side as though he were trying to make sense of her words. Finally he looked back at her, letting out a little breath.

"I'm sorry I bit him. I . . . I guess I was scared."

A little smile curled her lips, and she leaned a little closer. "Do you think you can tell him that?"

He bit his lip, before giving a short nod.

"Okay. I'm going to call him, and you can tell him over the phone. Then maybe we can spend some time together, just you and me. Silver's spending the night over at Sonic's house. Would you like that?"

The darkling's brow shot up in shock, before he swallowed.

After a moment, he gave a slight, barely there nod.

"Okay. C'mon. Let's call Wade."

Callie stood and headed toward her phone, with a little darkling following close behind.

[damagedintellect]

Craig Tucker x Fem!reader

💌 Craig Tucker is a mother fucker: Chapter 9  💌  

Summary:  You want to say that it wasn't your fault buuuuuut it kinda was. You didn't think much of it as you casted your joke vote for the "Hottest guy in school" and in hindsight you should never listen to Clyde but it was pretty funny at the time. Craig just wanted a peaceful junior year and you can't blame him for that however waking up the morning after a party, in his bed, being told that you two were dating wasn't exactly your definition of peaceful either.

Notes:  I was always too scared of the fandom to post it back in the day but I wrote this before Creek was made canon so let's just say Craig is bi for my sake because I've had a huge crush on him since forever. My S/O pointed out that Craig is just Trafalgar Law but with a guinea pig instead of a polar bear and I haven't been the same since I have a type and it's them.

💌 Word count: 3,372 💌  <= Previous | Chapter 10 =>

You and Craig didn't get a chance to talk after that, I mean what could you even say to him? It was already Monday and you hadn't heard from him since that night. Normally you and the guys would either be on discord playing League or you would meet up at Clyde's and play smash but none of that happened this weekend. It didn't seem like anyone in the gang was particularly busy and you did see Craig blip online for a second or too but no one made any effort to hang out the rest of the weekend. You felt uneasy about the whole situation at hand but you were too anxious to call or text him. It's not like you both needed to talk to each other every single day and it wasn't too strange that he was being radio silent.

You stood outside your house tapping your foot. Does this make you guys friends with benefits now? This shouldn't change anything between you two right? You peered at your phone wondering if he was going to pick you up this morning. If he was, he was already a little bit late. Should you just leave without him? You looked at the time as another minute passed. You couldn't wait anymore, you started walking to school without him.

Maybe he was sick again? Whatever the case it was weird not being around him for once. Since Clyde's party you both had been connected at the hip for one reason or another. Actually it was more like you both just got comfortable with each other's company to the point you happened to be together a lot.

Walking into class you looked over at Craig's desk he wasn't there and it remained empty for the whole period. You should have called him or something but you didn't want to be the one to say something first. You curled your head into your hands. You should have never slept with him, god what were you thinking. You just got used to the way things were and then you had to make everything awkward again. You cringe thinking back to the morning after.

* You were slightly cold which should not have been the case. Patting around the empty air around you, your eyes shoot open. There was no sign of Craig in the room. Sneaking around you found that all his clothes from the night prior remained discarded on the floor, his jacket and hat were gone but more importantly his parents has already left for the work. Tricia's room was still closed which probably meant that she was still sleeping and with good reason it was too early. You quirked an eyebrow as you made your way back to his room. Where the heck could he have gone at such an hour. You didn't have any new messages from him on your phone either which wasn't weird per say but the fact that he went somewhere and didn't leave a note started eating at you.

Was it that bad last night? You didn't know what to do. Should you just wait for him or did he leave so you didn't have to wake up next to him? Was he trying to avoid the awkward next morning encounter? There were so many questions running through your head on impulse you gathered the rest of your things and left.

You were too embarrassed*

You shake the thought from your head staring up at the clock. Maybe he slept in, it was Monday after all, no one ever gets anything done on Mondays. All the class periods were pointlessly too short to start anything important and it's not like the teachers seemed to care about absences on Mondays. The bell rang and you walked to your next class. Your hand was fidgeting the entire time. You would normally be holding Craig's hand during passing and you couldn't help feeling like you somehow fucked up. Technically you had. The whole point was to avoid the stupid rumors but you underestimated the student body and their weird obsessions with gossip. You try not to make direct eye contact with any of the squad giving you the thumbs up. Bebe and Clyde both greeted you as you rushed in. You slumped into your seat.

"Well good morning to you too." Clyde pouts while Bebe poked your arm "So~" she giggles at you as you groaned. You did not want to be having this conversation with her. Not right now, not ever really but especially not when there was still no sign of Craig. He wouldn't say anything would he? Knowing Bebe she probably already told Clyde and everyone knows Clyde can't keep his mouth shut. Mulling it over you figured Craig probably wouldn't confirm anything even if he was questioned.

"So, what." you said flatly as class started hoping that if you sounded irritated enough she would just drop it. Bebe was cut off as the teacher started to explain the project for this week and you have never been more thankful for a group project in your life than at this moment right now. You would be looking after an egg, something about being a responsible parent and all that jazz. Normally it would be a flour sack baby but apparently eggs were cheaper and raised the stakes since they're more fragile. You were no longer thankful for the group project. Honestly this seemed like it was going to be more of a hassle than anything else. As people were being pared off you got nervous. There were only a small handful of people left to choose from and the number of people you would be okay partnering with were drastically declining.

"Let's see," your teacher scanned the room looking for her next victims "Stan you will be partners with (Y/n)" You tensed up at the names that were called. Stan was in your class? Since when? The teacher motioned for Stan to grab your egg and sit next to you in Craig's empty seat. Part of you wondered if Craig would have ended up being your partner if he was here but the thought left your mind when Stan sat down. He didn't say anything to you he merely took out his phone and paid you no mind.

Your teacher continued pairing people. Clyde and Bebe lucked out being the last complete partnership. Apparently Jenny, who was Lola's best friend was the last one without a partner. That's when Craig walked in. Instead of his usual stoic stature he looked kind of out of it, disheveled with bags under his eyes, and you couldn't help but snicker lightly yourself. He probably slept in by accident. You perked up smiling at him relieved that he wasn't trying to avoid you but something felt off. He was glaring at you as the teacher motioned for him to sit and as he walked past he flipped you off. Needless to say you were taken aback at the gesture. Out of all the scenarios that you created in that stupid little head of yours, this was not what you expected. Bebe quirked an eyebrow at you clearly confused.

"Did you two get in a fight or something? What was that all about?" Bebe asked. You felt a pang in your chest.

"I..." you trailed off "don't know" you stare at Craig from across the room as he assumes his usual disinterested persona. It wasn't until you made direct eye contact with him that you noticed he started acting oddly chipper. Was it to spite you? You feel like you missed something here. Actually you feel like you missed a lot.

"So what do you want to name our egg." Stan pulled you back to reality finally looking up from his phone. "Oh uh," you weren't egg-xactly thinking straight ultimately biting your tongue before you could say Shelly off of impulse. You inwardly cursed yourself remembering that's his sister's name. "UUUUUUUUUUUUh how about Egbert?" Stupid, so stupid, why were you so stupid. Stan didn't seem to care, only nodding checking his phone and frowning again. You could hear him say "Wendy" under his breath but you didn't ask him about it. You just wanted to talk to Craig about this morning and what happened. It seemed both you and Stan were in a slump. Neither of you spoke for the rest of the class period.

In fact when the class was over you almost forgot about Egbert as you tried to catch up with Craig. Curse your short legs, is this how fast Craig normally walks? Was this how fast you'd normally walk while holding hands? As you finally caught up with Craig he suddenly came to a stop slowly turning to grab your wrist pulling you into another hallway. You flailed around a bit trying to keep Egbert from slipping out of your hands. He didn't say anything immediately just looked at you with cold dead eyes. Now Craig wasn't really one to wear his emotions on his sleeve but it was weird that his eyes felt empty.

"What."

You swallowed hard you were thrown off and didn't plan what to say to him. "We don't have to talk about it, it doesn't change our arrangement." He glanced at you like he was expecting an answer and when you didn't give him one he grit his teeth. You looked down at the floor still at a loss for words.

"Clearly it didn't mean anything to you anyways."

Craig pushed passed you clenching his fist as he walked in the opposite direction of your next class. He didn't look back at you as he walked away. You didn't want to go to class but begrudgingly you needed to, you needed something to get your mind off of this.

Wendy gave you a concerned look as you walked in but you waved her off. As you expected Craig was skipping class and to your surprise Stan's seat was also empty. You wonder what happened with him and Wendy but you didn't care enough to ask about it. Instead your head was plagued with what Craig had said to you.

"Clearly it didn't mean anything to you anyways."

Out of habit you made your way to the usual table once class ended. As you were aimlessly walking over you saw Craig with Jenny probably to talk about their egg. "Hmmmp" you grunted as you sat down with your arms crossed as everyone followed your line of sight.

"Whatcha guys think? Is it Craig? Or is it Craig." you heard Token say as you roll your eyes "Yeah, she's just jealous that she's not Craig's wife for the egg project."

"Fuck off Clyde!" You didn't mean for it to sound as biting as it did so you slumped down in your seat trying to calm down. "One, our teacher never said we were married to our partners and two I am not jealous." He tried to put a hand on your shoulder but you lightly swatted it away.

"Why would I even be remotely jealous of Jenny? She's Lola's best friend and we all know how much Craig fucken hates Lola." Everyone kind of glanced over at Tweek for some reason and you tilted your head as he spoke "I don't know if he's forced to be in this ACK fake relationship with Jenny he might accidentally fall for her like he did with me."

You blinked a few times "Wait, what?" everyone else nods "You dated Craig?!" you blurted out surprised. "I'm sorry, I didn't know!" He laughed at your reaction "Relax we were in the fourth grade at the AHH time, but I'd say Craig still falls in love fairly easy." Tweak blushed at the memories.

Clyde rubbed his chin thinking back to their grade school days "You know come to think of it that might be why he always keeps everyone at a distance but who knows." The bell rang after that and you went to your next class. You were pretty much in your head for the rest of the day until you got into the theatre. It turns out that Cartman had asked if he could have the class perform his new screenplay and your teacher unironically said yes.

"So once upon a time there lived two princely brothers. The older prince had a magic mirror that will tell him stuff if he asked. He wanted to know who was the fairest of them all, but the older prince was really mad to find out it was his younger brother. So the older prince went to the mountains to harvest a poison apple, while his brother washed laundry by the river. Then a giant poison apple just floated right on by! The apple gave birth to a pretty princess. Then the younger prince, with seven dwarves defeated his brother with a spindle, and everyone who wasn't maimed lived happily ever after." As Cartman quickly debriefed the plot of his play everyone was dumbfounded. Honestly it just sounded like he mixed several fairy tales together but whatever you didn't care too much. That was until he started casting people "I want Craig and Stan to play the two princes and (Y/n) to play princess poison apple!"

"WHAT!?" You and Craig both exclaimed but glared at each other before turning away however you caught him glancing back at you as he skimmed through the script "Yeah no, ain't gonna happen dude. Why are there several pages of the prince and princess making out?" Cartman grinned at Craig "Oh Craig you wouldn't be playing the younger brother you'll be playing the evil prince."

"But-" Craig looked back to you then at Stan and scoffed.

"No you know what? That's fine but I should get a princess too." He grabbed Clyde by the arm "Clyde will be my princess." Clyde was just as confused as the rest of the class but nobody questioned it at this point. The plot was weird enough as it was. Cartman only thought it over as he started to have an epiphany "Yes, why didn't I see it before the evil prince should also have a princess!" Cartman passed out the scripts. You rolled your eyes as you stood next to Stan who was being awfully quiet. He was still on his phone just staring at the screen.

"You in there Stan?" you waved your hand in front of his face "You haven't really said anything since this morning." Stan glanced at you with a forced smile before sighing.

"Wendy broke up with me."

Murmurs started around the room. You thought that they definitely had a fight but you didn't expect Wendy to completely break it off with him. You opened your mouth but closed it. This is awkward you have no idea what to say, so you just let him talk.

"I don't even know what I did wrong, am I just unlikable?" He gripped his phone tighter "(Y/n) we're friends right? Be honest, would you date me?"

The class got quiet. Stan knows that you and Craig are dating. You didn't know how to answer that question mostly because it sounded like he was asking you out instead of if he was date-able. You stare around the room it seems everyone stopped what they were doing to listen in on your conversation. You glanced at Craig and as soon as you made eye contact with him he turned away storming out of the room. There was a beat before you followed after him. Leaving Stan and the rest of the class in an uproar.

"Craig wait up!"

He let you catch up but he still had his back turned to you.

"We should break up."

You froze as he continued, "We were only supposed to be together until the rumors stopped and they did."

Many things were running through your head and it took everything you had to hold your tongue and just let him finish. "We don't have to be dating anymore and you heard what Marsh said, it seems like he's interested too-" you couldn't let him finish that thought you had to cut him off "Oh? Does that mean your admitting defeat? Am I hearing this correctly? That this was in fact too much for the great, Craig Tucker, to handle. " your words were hollow you just needed to play it off like this doesn't bother you. You feel hurt in a way seeing as how he just assumed you'd jump ship because of Stan. Stan who you haven't even thought about once since you guys started "Dating" but he didn't know that.

"You win, okay. Fine. Do whatever I guess, make me the bad guy I don't really care just play along and both our lives can go back to normal."

Clyde stumbled out of the room shortly after to see Craig walk away as he caught up to you "Hey what was-" Clyde stopped mid sentence when he saw your face. "Whoa (Y/n), what happened" you hadn't even realized that you started crying.

"I-I think Craig just dumped me."

---

Clyde followed after Craig he was going to get to the bottom of this.

"Craig what's your deal you've been acting strange since this weekend and I just saw (Y/n) crying in the hallway." However Craig didn't answer him. Clyde tried to grab his shoulder but Craig pushed him off "Dude what happen between you and (Y/n)?" Craig kept walking ignoring his annoying friend as they ducked into another hallway to avoid the main one since the bell would ring soon.

"Are you jealous of Stan?" Craig didn't answer him he just stopped in his tracks and looked at the ground "Fuck off Donovan."

"Oh. My. God. I can't believe it," Clyde paused because the bell rang "You're really jealous of Stan!" Craig rolled his eyes at Clyde "You're delusional, For what fucken reason do I have to be jealous of Marsh." Clyde threw his arm around Craig's shoulder as the meshed in with the crowd heading towards their next class "Well for one you two have always had this little rivalry thing but in this case it feels like something to do with (Y/n)." Clyde waited for an answer but Craig stayed silent.

"Don't you have class to go to?" Craig growled at his friend who was honestly too emotionally attached to his fake relationship with (Y/n). Clyde smiled "Yeah, don't you? Come on bro talk to me." Craig turned around and sighed they were in an empty hallway near the gym. (Y/n)'s class was on the other side of the school and he trusted Clyde to keep this to himself or he would kill him.

"How did you know that you loved Bebe?"

Clyde blinked it was an odd question coming from Craig "Ah well," he blushed a little bit "I kinda just knew. Being around her just made me really happy ya know," Clyde scratched the back of his neck "I kept thinking about her all the time and I wanted to make her smile. Plus she's like way outta my league." Craig looked away. "What would you do if-" He bit the inside of his cheek he didn't want say anything. He didn't even know if this was love. This was stupid. He just wanted to make (Y/n) happy and if it didn't happen to be with him well then.

No.

Craig shook that thought he needed more information to make his mind up. Things had always been so simple why is this the one thing that is confusing to him.

"When did you say "I love you"?"

Craig grimaced at his own question while Clyde was as taken aback like before "I think I said it a few days into us dating? I really wasn't thinking about it."

Craig's eyes hurt he could feel the water making it's way to his tear ducts but there was no way in hell he was going to let a single tear fall not in front of Clyde.

"What would you have done if she didn't say it back to you?"

[justacanofcorn]

SAVIOUR COMPLEX (Mark Hoffman x F!Reader) (Pt. 14)

(Part 13) (Part 15)

Rated: M

AN: I'm so sorry you all had to wait so long for this!!! It's been tricky writing recently and we're almost done with this fic so motivation has been tricky.

Thanks for sticking around! CW for canon typical violence.

The next 24 hours are a blur. You go home, shower, eat, sleep. Everything is mindless and apathetic. You go into work the next day because you're not sure what you'd do with yourself if you just stay home.

Gerri tries to be helpful and you don't protest when they offer to drive you home. They stay over for a bit. You watch a couple of old westerns together and eat some popcorn and they're doing everything they can to go on as normal. But even they feel it. The crack. And the way it's deepening.

It kills you to ask Gerri to go on home. That you need to be alone. They understand, if not hesitating. Soon, like before, and like how you told Mark you would be, you're alone.

You knew he wouldn't be able to keep that promise he'd made about you never being alone again. Only a person that makes that promise can break it.

It's 11:43 when your phone rings. You pick it up from the receiver and press it to your ear.

“Hello?”

“It's Agent Perez. Something happened. Mark’s loose. Broke out during a prison transport. He was injured so I doubt he'll get far on foot. Gibson's heading to location and I'm meeting him there. A squad car is coming your way. If Mark shows up, do not let him in. Don't listen to him.”

You try to grip the kitchen counter but your hands are shaking too badly.

“How long ago did this happen?”

Perez sighs and the sound makes your stomach drop.

“Close to an hour. The stopped truck was reported by a civilian.”

So…not reported by anyone else on the truck. You swallow through a dry throat.

“He could be anywhere,” you murmur.

“Lock your doors. Keep quiet. Someone will be there soon.”

You hang up the phone. Your doors and windows are already locked. Short of barring them, there's nothing else to do. You're not stupid and neither is Perez. An hour is too much time. There has to be other places he can go.

But maybe not other places he would go.

The slap of a bloody handprint on the window beside your front door makes you jump. It's too soon. You haven't even had time to think about it…

But there Mark is, bloodied and clutching his side. You scramble away and press your back to the door.

“I'm sorry. I couldn't go anywhere else. You don't have to say anything. I'm in bad shape. I need help. Just some rubbing alcohol and some gauze, something. Please.”

A sound like him pressing his forehead to the glass reverberates through you.

“Mark, did you kill those people?”

“No.”

“Mark-”

“On Angie's soul. I did not kill any of those people. I didn't kill Ted. Please. Anything.”

You think of Angie, of her softly smiling face. You find some nerve.

“Are you armed?”

“I have a gun.”

“Alright. Lay it on the ground.” You wait and listen while he does so. “Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to get my first aid kit and put it in my bedroom. Unlatch the window. I'm going to prop a chair under the handle in the hall. I'm going to take the gun and aim it at that door and if you try to leave that room I'm going to shoot you. Do you understand?”

He listens, is quiet. Labored breathing.

“I understand.”

“Good. I have my phone and Gibson on speed dial. I'm going to get the first aid kit and put it in my room. Don't move.”

“I won't.”

You hesitate for a brief moment, overtaken by a vision of him breaking through the glass as you pass and strangling you, cutting you to pieces through the shattered window. But you gather yourself and move away from the door, to the bathroom. Grab the kit and place it on your bed. You take a deep breath. Exhale. Go to your window and unlock it. Close the bedroom door behind you and take a dining room chair to prop under the handle. You return to the front door.

“It's done. I'm not opening this door for the gun until I hear you open the window. Got it?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Go.”

Your mouth is dry. He shuffles away and you count your breaths, find five things you can see, hear, feel-

The window opens. You open the front door and quickly grab the gun before closing the door again and locking it. It occurs to you that you should've made him show you that the gun was loaded since it's your entire contingency plan, but you check for yourself and you find bullets. Flick off the safety. Stand squarely facing the door at the end of the hall.

“They called me right before you got here. Might wanna make quick work of it before they get here and lock you up again.”

There's no response, just pained grunts as he presumably works with what little you have to stop the bleeding. You assume it's a gunshot.

You don't feel like making useless chit chat so you pull up a chair and sit instead of standing. You can't stand to just hear his pain through the door so you hum to yourself.

“Tape?”

You jerk to attention.

“What?”

“Do you have any medical tape?”

Shit. You know exactly where it is. Sitting in the miscellaneous drawer in your kitchen after you needed to sick a note to your fridge but ran out of regular tape.

“Yeah. Hold on.”

You rise to retrieve it and when you do you turn it over in your hand. Too big to fit under the door. You exhale slowly. Walk to the end of the hall.

“I'm gonna have to open the door. Stand at the far end of the room. I have the gun.”

He shuffles around. You slowly remove the chair from under the handle and open the door a crack. You should just toss the tape inside and shut the door behind you but your curiosity wins out and you look inside. Mark's removed the button up he'd been wearing since you saw him in the hospital and he's raised his undershirt to pick away at a bloody, albeit clean bullet hole.

“Jesus,” you breathe upon seeing all the blood. No thoughts for the bedsheets, but how it looks like a lot and Mark's starting to sway-

You're rushing into the room before your brain can convince you not to and you manage to catch Mark before he cracks his skull on your bedside table. He's so heavy though that your knees buckle and hit the carpet so you're cradling him. No thoughts for the carpet.

“You're losing too much blood,” you start to panic, pressing your hands to his side. “Shit. Hold on, there's gotta be-”

One of Mark's hands comes up to find your face.

“I'm fine-”

“You're gonna have to go back to the hospital. I can't fix this-”

There's a knocking at the front door and your blood freezes in your veins. Mark grunts.

“Go. Maybe I can drag myself back out the window-”

“You'll die if you keep moving. Why did you try to run?”

“Someone's framing me and they've given Gibson and the Feds enough evidence to put me away forever. Give me the needle, even. Need to get away long enough to clear my name.”

The knocking turns into pounding.

“I have to answer that or they're gonna break down the door. I can't- I can't lose you, Mark.” A tear falls from your eye and mixes with the blood on his cheek.

“You believe me?”

You sniffle and nod. “Yeah, I believe you. So you need to believe me when I say we're fine figure this out, but we're gonna do it from the hospital. I'm gonna set you down, okay?”

Mark groans as you remove yourself and he does his best to sit up. Even if he tried to run still, you're soaked in his blood so there's no way you're getting out of this either. But on Angie's soul? The truth has to win it. It has to.

You open the door and barely have time to spit out a greeting before your brain registers pale pink, black hair, and a cloth over your mouth that sends you to sleep.

[mycomfortblanket]

The Box at the Back of the Closet pt. 2

Lin's tinny voice plays through the recording machine on Sokka's entryway table and he can't move as he listens to her cry. He's just barely able to make out a few words, but it's enough to make his blood run cold. 

Suyin.

Dad. 

Why?

Whenever he came home and hit the button on the recorder and continued to walk further into his apartment, hearing her voice shrill and heartbroken was the last thing he had expected. He really thought that he was going to come home to another night alone in his apartment, the silence deafening loud in his eardrums as he waited for the hour to strike an hour that was reasonable enough to go to sleep. 

He slowly turns to look at the machine, expecting her to be standing there. It's been a few months since he has seen either of the girls and even longer since he had an actual conversation with Toph, but he can picture them clear as day. Swallowing past the lump in his throat, he slowly walks back to the table that housed the phone and recorder machine. 

He hesitates as he picks up the phone and with dread filling his stomach, Sokka dials the number to Toph's house. 

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Honestly, Sokka should have known Lin was lying when she said her mother knew he was coming. 

Suyin is jumping up and down beside him with a tight grip on his hand, yelling about all the fun activities they are going to do. Lin is standing next to the door she just opened with a nervois grin, and Toph... Spirits, she is a sight for sore eyes. She's standing in the kitchen wearing compression pants and her top wrappings. Her hand is outstretched as if she was about to grab the fruit that was on the counter. Her eyes are wide, mouth hanging open, and her face is slowly turning red. 

After what would be considered a comical amount of time, Toph finally closes her mouth and moves towards him, punching his shoulder without much enthusasim. "Snoozles. What uh-" she wipes her hands down her front as if to smooth out the wrinkles in her shirt before realizing she isn't wearing one and just crossing her arms in front of her chest. "What are you doing in Republic City?" 

"Well," he shoots a look over at Lin over Toph's shoulder to see her frantically shaking her head, "I was put on a last minute assignment and thought I would come visit my three favorite girls." 

Toph narrows her eyes at him before calling over her shoulder to Lin, "Do you forget that I can tell when you do that?" She looks back towards Sokka, "And do you think," she pokes him in the chest, "I can't tell from the way both of your hearts are beating that a "last minute assignment" is not really why you're here." 

"Toph-"

"No, I don't want to talk about it right now. I ordered take out, which should be here in about thirty minutes." From the abrupt change of topic, Sokka knows not to breach the subject until she does. Suyin starts to pull on his hand again and drags him towards the living room, already prattling on about what she has been doing at school the past few days. 

From the corner of his eye, he sees Toph disappear down the hallway toward her room, most likely to put on a shirt. He looks up from Suyin and over to Lin, who is stills tanding next to the front door, wringing her hands in front of her in a nervous way. 

"Are you mad, Uncle Sokka?" he hears over Suyin's loud chatter. Suyin's turned away to pull out some color sheets and hands a few colored wax to Sokka so that he can color with her. 

"Of course not, Stink. You know I could never be mad at you for something like this. Your heart was in the right place, you just didn't think your plan all the way through," he says as gently as he can. She walks over slowly and gently lowers herself onto the couch. "A little heads up would have been nice, though," he says in a mock stern voice, but the grin on his face causes Lin to let out a deep breath. 

"Yeah, a hint for me too would have been nice, Badgermole," Toph says as she walks back into the living room and makes a beeline directly to the front door, opening it a milisecond after the knock is heard. 

After a quiet and slightly awkward dinner, Sokka finds himself back on the couch with Suyin curled into his side as he reads her one of her favorite picture books. The drawings are decent and the book itself must have been published when the printing press was first made since everything on the pages is slightly tilted. But nevertheless, Suyin insisted he read it to her. 

Every so often, he glances up to see Toph in the kitchen making tea with Lin when another knock at the door sounds. Toph turns her head in the direction of Lin with a scrowl on her fac e. "I told you that you couldn't go out tonight," she says, her voice stern. 

Lin raises her hands in an inocent manner, "I told them I couldn't! I didn't know they would be coming over." Toph purses her lips for a second but then lets out a breath. 

"Go ahead," Toph waves a dismissive hand and goes back to making her tea. 

Letting out a squeal, Lin kisses her mother on the cheek before dashing out the door, grabbing a jacket off the back of one of the kitchen chairs. "I'll be home by curfew!" she tosses over her shoulder as she flings open the door and into the crush of her friends. 

The silence that fills the apartment after Lin leaves is thick. The only sound that can be heard is the heating of water and Suyin's quiet snores. "Does she always get away with things like that?" Sokka asks quietly so not to disturb Suyin. 

Laughing through her nose, Toph shakes her head, "No," she says in an equally soft voice. "She must have had this elaborate scheme cooked up with her friends. She wasn't lying, but she definitely wasn't telling the truth. But I figured we needed to talk so..." 

"Well, can't really blame her. She did get that from you, the whole half-truth thing." He looks down at the sleeping Suyin, a soft smile coming onto his face. "I'm going to go put her down," Sokka calls as he scoops her into his arms. Picking her up, Sokka carries Suyin into he rbedroom and gently lays her down on her bed, pulling the covers up to her chin. 

He is just about to turn to leave when he hears a small voice say, "Are you going to stay, Uncle Sokka?" 

"I'm just here for a few days, Stink," he says gently, smoothing the hair back from her forehead. "I've got to go back to Caldera for work." 

"I like it when you're here," she says through a yawn. Her small hand comes out from beneath the covers and she reaches out for him. He takes her hand in his and gives it a little kiss. "I want you to stay. Mama is happier when you're here," Suyin's voice says as she drops off into sleep. 

Sokka's brow furrows and he leans in closer to her, "What do you mean, Stink?" but the little girl is already fast asleep. Sighin, he runs a hand through her hair again and kisses her forehead before leaving her room and closing the door quietly. 

Back in the living room, Toph is seated again on the couch, her legs proppeed up on the coffee table with the steaming mug of tea in her hand. Next to her feet on the coffee table, is another steaming cup. 

He pads over to the couch and drops down onto it with a sigh. Reaching out, he grabs the cup and takes a sip and he can't help but smile. It never fails to amaze him how she manages to make the tea just the way he likes it. Neither of them talk, they just sit there in silence enjoying each other's company again. 

Sokka isn't too sure how much time has passed before her head drops down onto his shoulder. The familiar weight of it as well as her smell enveloping him causes a deep ache to rise in his chest. 

"I know why she called you, but what did she say to get you to come to town?" Toph whispers into the quiet living room. 

"Well, she never has to say much to convince me," Toph snorts at that and he can't help the smile that pulls at his lips. "She left me a message. I wasn't able to make out much because she was crying, but I heard 'Suyin' and 'dad' which I figured seemed important enough to come over. Although, she did tell em that you knew I was coming." 

She doesn't say anything for a moment, and Sokka is afraid he's upset her. 

"Well, the truth was bound to come out, I guess," Toph says through a long exhale. "Not the way I wanted to do it..." she trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished. 

"I suppose you're right, although I thought one of the girls finding out would be a lot smoother than this," Sokka mumbles back to her and shifts to drape his arm across Toph's shoulder. The clock that is hanging on the wall above their heads chimes the hour, letting them know it's 10 pm. "What time is Lin's curfew?" he asks. 

"One, although she's usually home an hour early," she says and sets one of her feet down on the floor as if to feel for her daughter's footsteps. "Sometimes I wonder if I'm fucking them up as badly as my parents fucked me up. I can never read her, she's so hot and cold." 

Sokka shakes his head, "Well, remember what you were like when you were fourteen? A Spirits-damn riot. You didn't start to calm down until you hit your twenties, and even then, it was difficult to keep up with you. 

"Never seemed to stop you."

Sokka doesn't reply. He feels like that sentence could mean more than just the surface level. Toph was always really good at having a double meaning in her words, probably something she got from hanging around Iroh so much. 

Toph pats his knee and then stands up, stretching her arms above her head. "Well, you know what hasn't changed? My need for sleep." She picks up their cups and sets them in the sink and then waves her hand at him, "Come on, you're sleeping with me." 

"Jeez, Toph. I know it's been awhile for you, but I do need to be wooed a little bit," he says through a smirk. When he stands up, he feels the ground shift and throw him a few inches, causing him to nearly fall over. 

"Watch your mouth. I've got little ears around her." 

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[basil-the-scorned]

Show Me How

AN: This was a year long work that I was very stuck on for no other reason than my own head.

Also Italics are flashbacks.

To say that Cash had a rough couple of weeks would be an understatement.

 He didn't really go into much detail about what's been happening, but Dax noticed the circles under his eyes getting a bit darker, and how his hands were going everywhere when he talked instead of by his side, or his feet tapping to an anxious song that Dax unfortunately knows all too well.  The wrestling didn’t slow down any, but after all these years it’s almost muscle memory to them both. It’s only noticeable in the small pauses between moves, when Cash shakes his head and blinks a bit too fast or he leans against the ropes a second longer. 

Now he was still, save for the sounds of sleep. Honestly, it was far better than what he walked on just a few hours ago.

Dax twisted the door handle the best he could with a plateful of peanut butter brownies in his hands. Kenny wasn't there for Collision yet, so the sweets were safe in FTR's hands for now. Plus, Cash would appreciate them a bit more than Dax, since he seems to love anything peanut butter related.

As much as he hates to admit it, he was waiting for the other shoe to drop, and when it did, he was going to be there for his friend.  Until then, he will be there with all the sweets known to man.

Dax finally felt the door give enough underlockage for him to kick it  before the plate really digs into his hands. He exclaims "Jackpot!" with a gleam of excitement on his face as the door swung open, and too late it revealed Cash slouched on the couch when it hit the brick wall behind it with a hard thud.

It was in slow motion how Cash's body went from totally relaxed to shooting straight up, with a wild look of terror in his eyes and a choked gasp that made Dax lose a bit of his grip on the plate. He heard some of the brownies hit the floor, but his focus was now on Cash, who was still obviously out of it.  Dax set whatever remaining brownies that survived somewhere behind him, carefully striding towards where his partner was until he was near the couch. He didn’t know what exactly to do, but he knew just standing there with a plate wasn’t going to do anything.

“Wheels?” Dax softly asked, as he now looked over the way Cash’s hand was slowly flexing in and out. It was like Cash was in another world, and in a way he was. Whatever he was dreaming about still has a bit of a hold on him, and Dax was racking his brain on what to do next. Shaking him would definitely do him no good, but maybe…

Something is pulling at him to at least be some kind of physical anchor for him, as Dax gently sat down next to him. Pushing past the alarms in the back of his head, Dax placed his hand on his shoulder and began rubbing up and down. Something soothing, something that he’s noticed Cash doing sometimes to himself before a huge match. He could feel how tense the other man was, his shoulders almost firm to the touch.

He also decides to just let his mouth run. 

Dax honestly doesn't remember half of what he said after he explained how he got the brownies and the stuff at catering. He was just filling up space and trying to bring his friend back to him as many words as it took. It reminded him of when Cash called him at his lowest point, not knowing about the future of his career, and was giving him his flowers early as he broke down about hanging up his boots for good. It gave him the same fierce feeling of wanting to run over to wherever his partner was and do whatever it took to get him out of his head, instead of being on the phone with only words to offer as both of them shed tears. 

Cash blinked a couple of times, his chest still rising and falling a bit too quickly for Dax's liking, but he could see his partner’s eyes were losing that edge that he woke up with. He felt Cash’s body slowly leaning over until his head and shoulder hit his chest. Slowly, Dax tampered off words as he saw his tag partner slowly reacting to what he was saying. Honestly, he doesn’t remember exactly what he was saying last, but he knew he was doing something right when he got a small chuckle out of him. 

Thank God and the universe it worked. He squeezed a bit at his arm, and got a groan in return. “Hey.” Dax gently said. 

“Mmm, hey yourself.” It came out gruff but there was no heat behind Cash’s words, just a sense of tiredness that hasn't come off after a few cups of coffee. 

“You good?”

Cash kind of starts and then sighs. “I..I guess.” He lets the answer sit for a bit and Dax follows along with it, letting him keep his body near him. “Just some nightmares.”

“About?”

Cash gives a laugh, no ounce of humor in it. “That’s the thing, I don’t know. It’s just one minute I’m sleeping somewhat, the next…” He sighs, deep from his chest. “All this stuff rushes at me and I wake up like this.”

 Like he’s seen a ghost of something that shouldn’t be there. At least, that’s what Dax could best describe the look he saw his friend having on his face. Now Cash just looks like he’s seconds away from falling right back to sleep, even after everything. 

Except the first couple of times he closed his eyes with Dax in the room, he shot back up just like the first time. It was easier to calm him down, but it was harder to get him to go back to sleep. The yell he let out around the fifth time was out of exhausted frustration. His breath was back to shaky, and Cash’s eyes were bloodshot. Dax was rubbing his back, and that made him release a quieter noise.

“Dax, I can’t…” Cash said, his breath trying to get those hitches you get before tears start coming in. “This is the third week, I can’t keep doing this.”  He roughly dragged his hands across his face before putting them on his legs, both of them now tightly curled into fists.    

If Cash started crying right then, then Dax was going to be crying with him because there was nothing he hated more than the people he loves being upset.  And what was Dax to do? Let his partner go another week of barely any sleep, almost similar to how he almost was just a few years ago? To hell with that.

So he grabs Cash’s shirt and just tugs, not hard but enough for Cash to go back with the pull. His red eyes were scrunched in confusion, but he went with the pull of whatever Dax was doing. “Dax? What-”

“Trying something.” That was the best way to describe what he was attempting, something that he did, and still does at times when he heard scared little feet running towards his room at night. Only Cash was a lot taller and had a bigger possibility of getting some kind of crook in his neck and muscle cramps everywhere a few hours in, but he kept pulling up and Cash for some reason pushed himself along with him, going and trusting in whatever Dax had in mind.

It was only when Cash realized he was nearly being cradled that he then started protesting. 

But it seemed to be working because his partner was still on him an hour later. Every once in a while, he would move a bit more with a groan and Dax ends up holding his breath a bit, to see if it ends up turning into something he might have to calm him out of. So far though, it ends up being for a few moments before Cash would settle and doze right back off.

Dax Harwood was used to having a protective streak over those he cared about. That was something that followed him his whole life. But it never really flared up as much as now, currently keeping an eye on the door as his partner Cash was on the couch next to him, dead to the sounds of the arena. Some kind of guard dog he was trying to be, his ears a lot more sensitive to every footstep that passed by the door, still cracked open enough for people to see inside but didn’t dare come in. 

If only he could let out more of a warning without his throat getting sore.