#after the group was all huddled up talking and i was climbing around in the snow by myself trying to decide if it would b super weird for

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[toxicanonymity]

birds of prey (one shot)

2600 words, dark RAIDER!tommy x f!reader

Summary: Tommy recently joined the raiding group that killed everyone in your family. When the group comes back to claim the house for their own use, he finds you in the basement. A/N: This is a DIFFERENT READER, not joel's reader. I wanna introduce raider!Tommy before raider joel crosses paths with him (we're not there yet). THANK YOU @dark-scape for the group name, symbol, and soundboard. Also to @romanarose for requesting Tommy in raider!Joel. WARNINGS!!: I8+ mdni, extremely dubious consent unsafe P in V and oral M receiving, dirty talk, pet names, dark/toxic affection- do not be fooled, degradation. NO USE OF Y/N.

The raiders first came a week ago and killed everyone but you–they never found you in the basement.  They took everything they could use, so you aren't sure why they're back, but in your gut you know it's them when you hear the tires on gravel. You make your way down to the basement again. The entry is through a closet floor and it looks like more of a crawl space until you climb down into it. You told everyone it’d be safest there, but they thought if they begged for their lives and let them take everything, the men might be reasonable. 

The short, dirty window at the top of the wall is open and their voices make your stomach turn. 

"Den's big enough, got a kitchen 'n all. Hell, wood's already chopped." They laugh and the door handle jiggles. "Locked?" 

"What? Y'all lock it when ya left?" 

"Didn't think so." 

They bust down the door. 

"So this is it," a new voice announces calmly. "The new nest." 

Someone corrects him, "That's lame, man. You don't gotta call it that when he's not around." 

"Takes this Birds of Prey shit too literally," another man agrees. 

They start showing the new guy around. 

One of the men asks, "think the big guy'll like it?" 

After a moment of silence, someone says "let's talk about the big guy. " It sounds like they're planning a coup. They agree to find somewhere in the house to hide the loot and leave one man behind to guard it overnight. They break up to look for a hiding place. 

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Inevitably, the door to your space opens. "Crawlspace," the new voice says.  Then he steps down.  It’s just him.  He hunches over and walks until the ceiling is higher. You're huddled in the corner under a desk.  He scuffs his boot on the ground and a huge layer of dust gets kicked up. He looks around for a minute and says  "alright, alright," to himself. You can only see his boots. Your nose tickles from the dust and you're trying to stave off a sneeze. When his boots turn back toward the door, You're relieved. But you can't keep the tickle at bay. You squeak ever so quietly into your shoulder, then the boots turn in your direction. 

Your heart goes to your throat as the man slowly crouches down. Mustache, long, dark hair, denim jacket with the sleeves rolled up.  Heavily tattooed, though you can’t make anything out.  He raises his eyebrows and his lips purse in bemusement. He clasps his large hands and says “Well hey there,” like he’s speaking to a child.

You’re silent. 

“What are ya doin’ down here?”

“It’s my house,” you say. 

He nods thoughtfully and his brows knit apologetically, but his voice doesn’t match. “Sorry ‘bout that,” he says ominously. “My friends said it’s our house, now.” He frowns exaggeratedly. 

Your eyes sting with the dusty air and you realize you’ve had your eyes wide and not blinked this entire time. 

"MILLER WHERE THE HELL ARE YA," someone yells.  

He sighs and stands up. 

“Don’t tell them,” you beg. 

“Why wouldn’t I,” he asks, still standing up, out of view.  

“I’ll do anything,” you say. 

“Anything,” he repeats, then sighs. “Wouldn’t’ve taken ya for that kinda girl. Looked like an angel to me.” 

“MILLER!!!!”

“Please,” you beg. 

“We’ll see,” he says curtly then turns around and leaves. When he gets up the stairs and opens the door, he announces he found a crawlspace that’ll work. 

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They unload the stuff, then someone asks, “Who’s stayin’?”

“New guy,” someone says.

“Can ya handle it, Miller?” another voice asks. “Place like this might get spooky at night.” 

The men chuckle. 

“I’m good,” Miller says. 

“That’s the spirit, Tommy boy.” 

“See ya tomorrow.”

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Tommy starts bringing crates down, and the men get ready to leave.  They continue to talk amongst themselves upstairs on their way out. Tommy crouches down to look at you, a little closer this time, about two meters away.  He smiles at you then sits on the floor with his hands behind him, not saying anything. As the men leave, you both overhear their crude banter. Tommy looks at the window as he listens. 

"Think she's ready for more?" 

"I call back door first." Your heart drops thinking about whoever’s waiting for them back where they came from. 

"Shit, you can have it. D'ya see the lips on her?"  There’s no way she’s willingly waiting for this disgusting group of men. 

"I wanna see what Tommy boy can do to that pussy."

“Not tonight!” one says and they laugh.

"He doesn't have it in'm," another one says.  

Tommy seems to bristle at this. Then he dons a subtle smirk, looks at you, and slowly sucks in air though his teeth like he's breaking some bad news. "'m afraid I do," he nods. "Just don’t like sharin’."  He sighs.  His nose twitches and you don’t like it. He’s pensive, like he has something to prove. He says, “Hope they don’t do ya like that once they find ya.”

You hug your knees and bury your head to cry. “What do you want,” you ask. 

“Why don’t ya come on out for a start.”

You look at him. He’s not moving from his position. He nods toward the wall as though to give you permission to sit away from him.  He watches you like a hawk as you slowly crawl, still sniffling, and you sit against the wall with your legs out. 

“Good girl,” he says gently, then begins to get up.  You flinch when he stands, but he takes the chair from the desk and turns it to face you.  He sits in it, only about a meter away now.  At this distance, you can see his freckles and the sparkle in his eyes and you hate to admit it, but he’s pretty good looking.  You look at each other for a few seconds.  Apparently he’s thinking the same thing.  “Pretty, too.  Aren’t ya, angel?” 

He leans back and his chest puffs out as he takes off his denim jacket. “Too hot for this,” he mutters and throws it onto the desk. His t-shirt lets you see how strong his chest and arms are as he settles back into the chair and manspreads with his hands on his thighs. One of his hands has a fresh tattoo of a talon on it. His jeans are ripped below the one knee. “So you’ll do anything, huh,” he says contemplatively.  He smooths his hair and looks at the window, then around the room.  “Guess I’ve got all night to find out what that means.” 

You consider your options. If he really doesn’t like sharing, giving yourself to him is your best shot at staying secret from the other men.

“Can I have some water,” you ask.  

He laughs and shakes his head.  “Yeah, what else ya want? A cheeseburger?” He sighs, braces his hands on his knees, and leaves.  He doesn’t come back for hours. 

You’re tired. So tired. It’s been the worst week of your life, and that’s saying a hell of a lot. You’re too tired to fight, too tired to even care what he might do to you.  You fall asleep. 

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You wake up to the sound of boots thudding down the stairs. It’s dark out now.  “Got lost, sorry,” he booms.  He’s carrying a short crate that has a lantern, a jug of water, a bottle of whiskey, and some jerky. He sets the crate down on the desk.  He puts the water jug next to your feet, and he lingers.  He squats down and caresses your cheek with his knuckle. You smell his sweat and you smell he’s been drinking. His lips part as he looks at you, and you try to ignore the sparkle in his eyes in the lamp light. He’s sweaty, and his masculine smell makes you tingle. He offers you some jerky with a little smile but you say, “no thank you.” 

“Those manners,” he whispers with a smile. His mustache twitches charmingly. He takes off his boots and sits next to you on the wall and his large hand engulfs your thigh. He wets his lips and looks at you. “What are we gonna do?” he asks softly. 

“Just tell me what you want,” you whine. 

He shakes his head no. “I wanna know what you want.” 

“I wanna live, I wanna not be gang banged, I want my family back, I want-” you start to cry. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he says. He reaches for you and you flinch, but he gets up on his knees and forces you into a consoling embrace. You cry into his shirt and he says “Shhhhh, shhhhhh.” He pats your head. “You’re not gonna get gang banged if you’re mine, I promise.” 

The most unsettling mix of relief and dread floods your upper body.  Your lower body, meanwhile, is all warmth and tingling. Oh, god. He hugs you into his hair which smells like cigarettes, campfire, and something sour. “C’mere,” he says, and uses your hair to pull your head back slightly, gently. Enough to look at your face.

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He dips his head, and at first all you can do is watch his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallows.  But then his face drifts toward yours, and you tense in anticipation. He closes his eyes and kisses you. His lips are plush and gentle.  Your lips remain firm and still until they don’t. When his tongue brushes the seam of your lips, they let him in.  Your mouths are connected for a good thirty seconds before he breaks the kiss and looks at you.  Then he wraps his hands around your back and lifts you up onto your knees so you’re both kneeling on the cold concrete as he licks into your mouth. He wraps his arms around you tight and attacks your mouth with his again, with more fervor this time, his suction making your lips tingle. 

His cock hardens against you. He breaks the kiss and takes a deep breath against the side of your mouth. He grabs your ass and pulls you into him, pressing his hardness into you.  He sighs. 

Then he lets go of your ass and his hands come between you. He urgently unbuttons and unzips your jeans, then pulls them down.  You feel like there’s no stopping what’s about to happen, so you obediently take them off as he removes his own without taking his eyes off you. “Those too,” he nods at your panties. As you remove them, the damp cotton is cool against your inner thigh and you realize how wet you are. Warmth rushes to your face.  

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“C’mere, angel,” he whispers, and he sits down in his boxers.  He pulls you into his lap so you’re straddling him, hovering, at first. He reaches between your legs and groans as his fingers meet your wetness.  He gazes at you with wonder in his eyes. “Beautiful girl.” He looks down and watches his hand as he slides his fingers through your folds, front and back.  His strong chest rises and falls with heavy breaths.  He pulls you by the ass, grinding your crotch into the massive tent in his boxers and the contact makes you twitch.  “Fuck,” he sighs when your loins are pressed up against each other. He makes space to get his cock out and you try not to stare. It’s thick. Suddenly, you’re salivating.  You wet your lips and he notices. 

“Lemme put it here, first,” he says softly and rubs your cunt. “Okay?” He nods for you as he positions you over his cock and notches himself for entry. He’s waiting for your go-ahead like it means something. You offer an almost imperceptible nod, then he pulls you down hard on his cock with a groan.  You gasp as his girth parts your walls.  

“Then—ohhh—then ya can suck it,” he says. He lifts his hips.  “Maybe.” He moves you on his cock. “Shit this feels good.” He holds you close and wraps an arm around you. He moves his hips forward from the wall with a sharp thrust up into you. He gets enough space to lean back a little and pull you against his chest for leverage, with enough clearance to fuck up into you. “Yeah, ohh shit.”  As your body adjusts to his girth, your eyes close in pleasure.  His thrusts are sharp and deep.  He’s strong, so strong the way he holds you. Tension knots in your gut as his girth fills you up over and over. 

“Ride it, baby. C’mere.” He sits back down flatter against the wall again and manhandles you on his cock. “C’mon, baby.” You might as well get something out of it, so you move your hips and get close enough to him to grind your clit into his pelvis. “Aww, yeah,” he breathes, “Yeahh, like that.” He reaches for your head. “So fuckin’ pretty,” he whispers, then pulls your face into his again.  His hips rock in rhythm with yours as he fills your mouth with his tongue. 

You accidentally hum “Mmm” into his mouth. 

He breaks the kiss to say “oh you like it, huh,” pounding into you a little harder. “You like this big cock.”  Each time he fills you, you’re less and less ready for this to end. “That’s good,” he rubs his nose against your temple. “gonna get a lot of it.” He holds the back of your head and reads your eyes in the dim lamp light then kisses you again. You break the kiss with a moan, feeling yourself on the edge. 

“Holy shit,” he whispers. “Shit yeah,” He puts both his hands on your ass and moves you on his cock, determined to fill you with every smidgen of him. 

You whimper at the stretch, the sheer fullness. 

“You’re there,” he says. “C’mon, baby,” his thick cock sliding in and out of you, stretching you, filling you like you thought you might never be filled, “C’mon, angel. C’mon.”  The tension snaps and you groan as your cunt spasms around his cock. “Ohhh, yeahhh, yeahhh,” Tommy says, “shit, yeah.” Your body jerks into his. “Fuckin’ beautiful."

He slows you down and sucks in a deep breath as you keep spasming. “Shit,” he sighs. He stops moving and tries to compose himself. He’s trying not to come. He pulls you off before you’re finished coming. You look at him and he’s biting his lip, his eyes are smiling,  his hand is wrapped around his cock. “Now suck it for me.” He reaches up and his huge hand engulfs the back of your head. “Now,” he says more urgently.  He pulls down and you oblige, reeling in aftershocks and shame. 

You take his tip in your mouth and his hips lift as you suck it.  He forces your head down on his cock and you gag on it. “Ohh, shit.” He pulls your head down harder then explodes against the back of your throat with a long, drawn out sigh of relief.  His hot spend paints the back of your throat.  You swallow it then let him slide out of your mouth. 

—--

Tommy catches his breath for a moment, then puts his dick away and gets up to put on his pants.  It feels abrupt, but you’re not sure what you expected.  Surely not pillow talk. He towers over you as he zips up.  You look up at him and he tilts his head, looking at you affectionately.  Then his face changes. 

“Dumb slut.” 

Your stomach drops as he walks away. 

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Joel and Tommy are not in touch. When they cross paths it will have been a long time since they saw each other.

This reader will be Tommy's and he'll gain some power in the group.

[dearabby1990]

Hello, I would like to make a request Daryl x reader After Rick left and Daryl felt guilty and went to live in the forest, the archer's relationship with the reader no longer worked out, so they didn't see each other again. Until all the problems with the whisperers arise, and they start working together again, anyway, I wanted to ask you to write that the reader gets a little grumpy because she's jealous of Connie and she can't say anything because she and Daryl are no longer boyfriends. and in the end they resolve themselves and come back

WE’ll DO THIS IN A 2 PARTER LOVE THE IDEA

Three months it’s been since he packed his things and told you not to bother following him. Three months since your world fell to pieces even more then it has outside these walls. The worst part was when you tracked him down to tell him you were pregnant you found him playing in a stream with a beautiful woman and a dog. You couldn’t bare the sight another second quietly making your way back home. When Carol had come into your room to see how things went she was not only met with the sight of you uncontrollably sobbing but the giant sized puddle of blood between your legs. Not only has your heart been broken but the stress of it all caused an early term miscarriage. Thank goodness for your girls they kept checking in on you and letting you know they’ll always be there especially Carol, Maggie and Rosita.

Slowly you notice Daryl around more especially around Connie watching him half ass sign to her as he smiles. Wonder how many other women he flirts with not that it’s your business anymore. He catches your eye but before anyone can get any ideas you’re off helping Maggie and Paul load up the horses as Aaron says goodbye to Gracie. Little did you know Daryl was coming too this left you frustrated so you kept your distance feeling his fierce blue eyes piercing the back of your head. Deciding it be best to stick by Rosita and Eugene as you know when you get to the checkpoint you’ll be splitting ways. As soon as the horses pull up to the tower Daryl and the rest of his group went one way while you Eugene and Rosita did your part everything seemed to go off without a hitch. That was until you spotted a hoard approach from the top of the tower as Eugene is slowly climbing underneath you. “Uh Eugene do you see what I see?!” He turned his head brows full of sweat “son of a biscuit we gotta get the hell outta here stat!” He starts clambering down then your bag falls just missing his head as it hits the ground scaring you both as you tumble down hitting the ground with a hard thud. Eugene’s bone sticking from his leg and your ankle is at the very least badly sprained. You see a nearby barn Rosita quickly getting you both inside finding a hiding spot at the top in a hidden compartment in the flooring telling you to stay put until she can get more backup. The both of you huddled together hearing something off into the distance you crawl from the small space much to Eugene’s protests “please be careful y/n” you army crawl to the front opening seeing the hoard circling like buzzards hunting for prey & that's when you hear it “they can’t be far…. Don’t let them get away…” you hear whispers your eyes bulging from your head maybe you have a concussion and you’re hearing things you shuffle back pulling Eugene forward “what the hell are ya doing y/n?” “Eugene shut the fuck up for a moment and listen” you help crawl forward with him listening intensely “they have to be around here somewhere…. We’ll circle around again… we must not let them escape” he looks at you as if he’s seen a ghost “did they just… did they just talk?!” You cover his mouth trying to keep him quiet as not to be found he starts to panic “they’re evolving… the dead are evolving” you both crawl back into the crawl space waiting for help to come minutes turn to hours and the sun begins to set as you both grow extremely tired. The silence enveloping you but then you hear the sound of multiple footsteps it throws you both into a panic trying your best to both stay quiet until you hear the sounds of your brother and Aaron “y/n Eugene you here?..” “hello guys?..” after a moment they hear it “affirmative we’re under here”. Paul slides over to said area swiping away the hay that lay atop the latch door opening it revealing you both Paul pulls you up first then Eugene assessing your injuries & that’s when you see Daryl off in the background ignoring him completely you and Eugene start explaining what it was you saw and heard everyone being convinced you were both delirious you snap “NO! You’re not fuckin listening dipshits these bastards are talking we heard them not to mention they been circling the area since Rosita left!” “That’s impossible” mumbles Daryl “don’t remember anyone askin you asshole so just stay quiet” you spit venom his way throwing him off “besides don’t you have better shit to do better yet better people to do” you limp right by him throwing your shoulder into his as Rosita and Paul help get you out of there seeing the hoard approach “wow look at them this is different they should be miles away by now” said Aaron so Rosita throws a road flare to distract them it working for the first two minutes before they notice the redirection of the hoard “what the fuck? We gotta get the hell out of here now!” You all band together getting outside making your way through brush and trees coming upon a cemetery. You see something moving through the thick fog.

You and Paul both squint to see you look at him and Aaron and break into action taking out walker after Walker. Next thing you know Michonne is at the front gate trying to pry it open to get Eugene out. You three taking out Walker after Walker you goto high five your brother and just as you start to celebrate you hear a voice say something “this is just the beginning” as a sword plunged its way through your brother and you blood curdling scream causing everyone to whip their heads Daryl running over taking out what of these things as left as the rest retreat. Your on your knees with Paul’s head in your lap sobbing “I’m sorry I’m sorry” you bury your face into his chest “it’s okay y/n just remember everything I taught you and all the beautiful moments we’ve had together” then he looks up at Daryl with all he can muster “you make it up to her you make it up to her and my niece or nephew that could’ve been stop running and face your fears” Daryl confused by this just stands there watching you crumble to pieces “no!! Paul no please don’t leave please!” Before you know it you’re being lifted up and thrown over someone’s shoulder as you protest the whole way out of there. Rosita has you go with Daryl and dog to take you back to the house in one piece halfway there you hear moaning and murmuring again Daryl lifts you onto a roof and climbs up himself resting his arm protectively over your back calling dog to get him to redirect the heard as he lights a string of fireworks tossing it to add to the theatrics. The hoard begins following the noise after the fireworks fizz out is when Daryl finally hears it for himself “they can’t be too far keep searching… we don’t stop until they’re all dead…” his eyes snap wide as he stares at you. “What now all of a sudden I’m not so crazy? Do me a favor take me home so you can go back to whatever it is that you do” he takes a deep breath rolling on his back on the roof “what did Paul mean when he was talking about his nephew or niece?” You scoffed “not you’re business not your problem anymore don’t worry about it kay?” You turn away from him “hey! Answer the damn question he had to have said it for a damn reason!” You snap your head at him “oh yeah captain dipshit?! Wanna know what he fuckin meant? He meant me being excited we were gonna be a family just to find you playing house in a stream with some fuckin gorgeous woman and dog so I fuckin left you there you obviously didn’t need me so I went home so God decided to punish me even more by taking the baby from me too you didn’t need us so you got what you wanted! Then you start coming around again and become Connie’s fuckin personal fuckin apocalypse tour guide just to rub it in so you know what I gotta say to that?! Fuck you fuck the bullshit you’ve ever said to me all those nights of confessions didn’t mean shit to you I wasn’t a damn thing to you except something to pass the fuckin time. I lost Carl my little fuckin brother and I lose you I lose my baby and now my brother I think if anybody is entitled to take the fuck off it’s me! Kiss my Irish ass Dixon!” Hours Later

You gobble away from him as fast as you could weaving between trees not giving a shit if you ran into something or someone at this point anyone stupid enough to fuck with you was asking for a death wish. The gates open solemnly everyone stares one thing you can’t stand is pitiful looks and that’s when you see it. As if Paul left it there just for you his motorbike sitting next to his trailer keys dangling from the ignition so without second thought you hop on the seat. As you get comfortable you notice Daryl step through the gates of the community hurrying you run into Paul’s trailer grabbing what gear you could stuff in your bag running back outside hopping back onto the seat seeing Daryl starting to sprint towards you as you start up the bike him waiving his arms like a madman but this didn’t stop you from speeding through the community kicking up rocks as you sped back out of the gates not wanting to look back.

[ghostbandxyou]

Ghost at the zoo

(years ago when I went to Disneyland on my birthday and did a post about the ghouls at Disneyland well I'm doing it again because I went to the zoo this year and I was Inspired)

(based on the San Deigo Zoo)

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Aether-

accidentally breaks the glass for one of the venomous snake enclosures, panics, and tries to fix it with chewing gum and band-aids before booking it to the other side of the zoo (luckily the snake is asleep and the keepers see it before it escapes)

Dew teases him by the monkeys calling him banana boy, he then subsequently punches Dew in the stomach.

Makes bad dad jokes all day especially fond of "that's a weird looking _" when a keeper is in an exhibit, and telling the baboons to stop monkeying around.

Dew -

Gets attacked by a flock of birds in the aviary. it really ruffles his feathers (I am not good at joke)

Despite repeated warnings, he sticks his fingers into an exhibit and gets bitten by a small monkey.

flirts with one of the keepers in the reptile section and gets to feed a dead rat to a snake. (and a kiss......from the keeper, not the snake!)

Rain-

Takes a dip in the polar bear enclosure by some miracle he doesn't get caught or eaten.

Ather finds him later in a heated argument with a turtle. Ather then realizes Rain can talk to fish and other aquatic creatures (which explains the hours he spends in front of this fish tank at home).

consumes an ungodly amount of lemonade

Mountain-

gets swarmed by birds at the aviary and ends up like those old ladies in Central park covered in birds except he's not feeding them they're just chilling

plays tag with the other ghouls in the kid's area (and like 20 kids it gets wild) until he almost knocks out a toddler. (he's super apologetic and the parents are understanding) Later he reaches down into one of the exhibits with his long ass arms and grabs a kid's stuffed tiger returning it safely (and all was right in the world)

Accidentally spends the night in the zoo after falling asleep in the bushes. Has to hop some fences and climb a few trees to get out.

Swiss-

A terror at the zoo. The zoo has a record number of incident reports involving a strange smiling masked man?.. entity?

A thief steals a bunch of souvenir magnets, gets a sloth backpack and fills it with snacks he stole from unattended strollers in the park, and steals a certain staff member's keys at least 3 times for shits and giggles. (it only occurs to him on the way home the things he could have done with those keys)

(TW: vomit ) Gets a tummy ache from eating too much cotton candy and vomits In an empty stroller.......well, he's 90% sure it was empty.

Cirrus-

Has a cute little butterfly land on her, eats it

Buys a red panda hat at the store, and refuses to take it off for a week

Waits in line for almost 2 hours to feed the giraffe. She gets so excited she nearly drops the lettuce. Cumulus takes a million pictures for her

Cumulus-

Spends most of the day trying to figure out the zoo map with imperator

Attempts to get group photos with all of the cool statues to various amounts of success

Shares some cotton candy with an orangutan. Gets caught by a keeper but she weasels her way out of it (scares the living shit out of the poor employee)

Sunshine-

LOTS of excited squealing and hops of joy! (and potentially autism) It's her first time ever going to the zoo, and she enjoys every second.

Especially into the skyfari. (although Aether did have to hold her hand the first time)

Takes pictures of all the animals with funny snap chat filters the ghouletts huddle at the back of the bus and giggle looking through them on the ride home

Nihil-

A MENACE! scaring poor old ladies in the bathroom, using his noncorporal form to walk into exhibits, giggling about seeing the animal's naughty bits, and accosting random teens asking if they heard his song on the TikTok.

Imperator-

Spends most of the day hopelessly lost with cumulus and getting the ghouls out of trouble.

Let's go of Nihil's wheelchair while going downhill after he makes a fourth joke about the lion's penis.

manages to enjoy as few quiet moments in the aviary watching the birds before being disturbed by Dew's screeching.

Primo , Secondo, Terzo-

Supposed to be dead so they all don awful disguises and pretend to be a group of grannies. (Terzo's idea of course)

spend most of the day bickering with each other like children.

(TW: sad) Copia -

Follows Imperator and Nihil around the zoo like an obedient puppy.

Actually really excited to be there but keeps up the mask to maintain appearances and appease Imperator.

Does get a picture with the capybara

[navibluebees]

im here once again! to taint your inbox

may I obtain some headcanons about running around with Spider? Just acting like silly little high schoolers/running around town being idoits? (Modern era plss)

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Absolutely you can! Spider would be a great friend. 🥹

He strikes me as someone who always wanted to go get snacks after school or work. "You hungry?" Always.

Great to go see movies with. Not worried about being too cool to laugh or cry at the scenes. Always makes sure to clean up the trash after bc our boy cares about the people working.

On that note, he also regularly takes part in litter cleanups.

Lost his mind the first time he tried boba. Couldn't decide if he loved or hated the tapioca pearls.

LOVES to mini golf, it's a fact. When he was smaller, his dad kept having to tug him along because he always wanted to climb on the displays.

Really enjoys picnics and experiencing the day. When it started raining and you tried to pack up, he pulled you up to dance in the rain, running around like a little kid.

Stargazing is his jam. Wants to find the highest point to see them the best.

It might not be for you, but he gives off mountain climbing vibes and if you don't wanna do it, he will still convince you to come along and cheer for him.

He seems like he'd be really fluid between different friend groups and is that one guy to bring them all together.

When he was younger he was definitely guilty of playing ding-dong-ditch. (If you don't know what that is, you run up and ring a doorbell and run away before the person answers the door.)

Likes going for night drives with his friends, rolling the windows down and singing at the top of his lungs.

Finds animals on the side of the road all the time. One time he showed up to your house and had a kitten in his hoodie pocket.

He is a MENACE with laser tag. Do not cross him.

Same with paintball tbh. He morphs into a whole new person.

Loves sleepovers with popcorn and movies.

Will build a blanket fort to huddle under.

Gets distracted scrolling through TikTok and laughing at the edits of Lo'ak.

Best person to talk to about any kind of problem. When he finally opens up and confides about his struggle with his family, he told you how grateful he was to be your friend. (I'm just so soft on this kid, he seems like he'd be really rewarding to be friends with.)

In short, I am a Spider apologist and will defend him until my last breath.

[aplacetosharemyfics]

The Downfall of Susan St. Clair: A Conclusion

“I don’t want to hide anymore.”

It was true that Maisie had said those words to Susan. But she’d been imagining Susan finally dropping the Socs to openly hang out with her. Instead, she’d been convinced to attend a Soc event.

“Look more confident,” Susan whispered, touching Maisie’s hunched shoulders.

Maisie straightened up, nervously glancing towards the group huddled around the bed of a truck. There was no turning back now. People had started to notice them. Maisie couldn’t help sharing Susan’s smile as they watched the conflicting emotions on the Soc’s faces. It was a cross between disgust, curiosity, and feeble attempts to ignore her. Rosemary’s mouth fell open.

“Maisie!”

Dot popped her head out from the huddle, climbing out of the truck bed and running over. Susan had warned her beforehand, hearing the gasp of excitement over the phone. She neatly sidestepped as Dot threw herself upon Maisie, hugging her like she hadn’t seen her in years. Leaving them behind, Susan nervously headed towards Buddy.

“Come and look at the banner. It was my idea.”

Maisie allowed herself to be pulled towards the Socs, grinning as Dot proudly explained how the banner would be the reason Buddy would win the race. As Dot passed her, Rosemary stepped in Maisie’s path, jutting her chin out, eyeing the old cream jacket in disgust. Maisie barely gave her a glance, stepping around her like she was merely an obstacle.

“And this was my letter.”

Dot pointed out the letter ‘h’ in the centre of the banner. She appeared completely unaware of the tension.

“That’s definitely the best one on here,” Maisie reassured her.

Finally, Rosemary’s voice returned.

“Who are you?”

Maisie paused. She needed the second to quell the sudden surge of anger. Slowly, she straightened up, keeping her face expressionless, to stand face-to-face with Rosemary. Dot bobbed up to watch from her shoulder.

“You don’t remember me?”

Some of the anger leaked into her voice. Fear flickered across Rosemary’s face. Maisie smiled. She was no longer afraid of her. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Susan holding up a hand to stop Buddy from intervening.

“She’s the Angel!” Dot announced triumphantly.

The Socs swallowed. They remembered Dot talking about an Angel, the person that had rescued them after the drinks were spiked, the person they’d all been convinced Susan was crushing on weeks ago. Rosemary bit back any other comments and moved the conversation back to something she could control.

“What colour are we going to use?”

Maisie let out the breath she’d been holding. Maybe she was still a little afraid of Rosemary.

When Hazel arrived, they were still arguing over the colour scheme.

“I think it should be purple!”

Shifting her glasses further up her nose, she nervously approached the girls. She had a plan, to become friends with them so she was no longer treated like an outsider, just Wally’s girlfriend. As she came closer to the truck, she realized there was someone else new to the group. Leaning on the far side of the truck, happily ignoring the quarrelling as she read her book, was a girl she recognized from class.

“Who’s that?”

It was an innocent question, but for some reason, it opened a space for her to slot in.

“She’s the Angel,” Pearl explained, mocking the ridiculous nickname, her voice low so the girl wouldn’t hear.

“Susan brought her.”

The group paused to stare at the girl. Hazel wondered what book she was reading. When they returned to the banner, a knowing look was shared around the group, including Hazel. She adjusted her glasses. At least, she theorized, she wasn’t the only stranger in the group anymore.

“I think red,” Susan joined the conversation. “For Rydell?”

Her suggestion was met with an exaggerated silence.

“Purple it is.”

Susan felt her heart sink as Rosemary turned, effectively blocking her from the group. This race was her idea – technically it was Jane’s, but she’d helped. She was supposed to be bonding with the girls over a common goal. Maybe the girls needed a little more time.

Hazel watched as Susan joined the girl, settling down so their shoulders were pressed together. She had suddenly remembered, on the night of the Halloween party, as Wally had protected her from the explosions outside, seeing Susan pulling an Angel to the ground. Susan leaned her head a little closer and the girl moved her book across so they could both read. Hazel recognized that level of intimacy. It was the same her parents shared, the same she wished to have with Wally.

“There she is!”

Susan led the march across the fairground to Jane. Her chest was still fluttering with the adrenaline from winning the race. Principal Nickelson looked bemusedly between the two groups. Crossing her arms, Susan smirked at Jane.

“Don’t you have something to say?”

She knew Jane wasn’t a sore loser, she’d seen how she reacted after losing the election. Still, she breathed a sigh of relief as Jane explained to Principal Nickelson that Richie was the only one at fault. Soon Buddy would return to school, and everything would return to how it was supposed to be.

“Sorry, girls.”

The smug look fell off Susan’s face.

“But Buddy already called me last night to confess everything.”

He could only shrug his shoulders with mock sympathy on his face as Susan found her world crumpling around her for a second time. She had made so many plans, had worked so hard. Around her, people complained and pleaded. But Susan had finally had enough. Enough of the jokes behind her back (and to her face), enough of the pity Buddy received, enough struggling to keep afloat when the world had given up on her. And - she stared for a second at Jane and Olivia hugging each other in celebration – enough worrying about other people’s opinions. Stalking through the group of Socs, she grabbed Maisie who’d been hanging at the back, and pulled her into a tight hug.

Understanding the assignment, Maisie quickly hugged her back, her arms providing the physical support and safe space Susan desperately needed. It might not have been a big statement compared to Potato sweeping Nancy into a kiss, but for the two of them, it felt massive. Susan buried her face into Maisie’s shoulder, feeling the tears start to prick her eyes.

And anyone who was watching would have recognized the love and affection in Maisie’s face as she slowly stroked Susan’s hair.

[iamvegorott]

Happy Family Pt. 8 of 8

A FInal Truth

“You’re going to be outside all day long. You are getting lathered,” Chase said to a pouting Lucas as he rubbed sunscreen on his arm. 

“It smells funny.” Lucas protested, scrunching his nose but not pulling away. 

“I know, I know, the smell won’t last that long.” Chase wasn’t the biggest fan of the smell as well. But he knew it would ensure the kids were safe. 

“Don’t worry. We’ll make sure Daddy gets covered in sunscreen too.” Google chuckled as he worked on getting sunscreen on Penny. 

“I have some on. I’m good,” Chase said much quicker than he should have. 

“Now I really don’t believe you,” Google said. He used his thumbs to rub sunscreen on Penny’s face.  

“You’re hot, but you’re not allowed to burn.” Bing giggled. 

He and Etta were working on checking the bags, putting bottle after bottle of water into them. It was the last day of school, meaning it was Field Day, and the kids would be running around in the sun for a while. Bing and Bim have experienced the teachers not bringing enough water for the kids before and, despite them getting said teachers in a lot of trouble and assured every year it was fine, they still put extra bottles of water into each kid’s backpack. Bing also had an extra bag with more water, sunscreen, band-aids, and anything you’d need for young children. He, Google, and Chase had volunteered to help with the trip. Chase couldn’t tell the teacher no, and Google and Bing had their reasons with Etta. Reasons they’d explain one day to Chase and the twins. 

“Are you guys wearing sunscreen?” Chase asked.

“We’re already covered. Did it before we left the house,” Google stated. 

“Fine.” Chase huffed out a pout. 

“And I thought the little ones were the kids.” Google teased, chuckling when Chase stuck his tongue out at him. 

“Wilford said he’s going to pop down every hour to check in on you.” Bing was now at the other end of the room talking with Bim. Etta went off to play with Anti, Robbie, and JJ. “You can also text him if you need help any time.”

“I’m only alone with the infants. And I’m pretty good at handling them.” Bing chuckled. 

“Here’s hoping they nap most of the time for you.”

“And you jinxed me.” 

“Good thing I won’t be here, then.” Bing and Bim laughed until an alarm went off on Bing’s phone, telling them it was time to get the kids ready for the bus. 

“Let’s clean up, kiddos,” Bim called out. “I’m going to do a diaper check for the babies.” He added to Bing and slipped back into the baby room.

“Are you getting on the bus?” Etta asked Google. 

“We won’t be. We’ll be meeting all of you at the park.” Google saw Etta slump a little at them not being on the bus, but she perked right back up. 

“Are you going to play?” 

“Maybe a little.” Google chuckled. “Let’s see if Bing needs any help.”

“Okay!” 

x~x~x

“I’m so happy with how today is going.” Mrs. Fisher, the kindergarten teacher of Etta, Lucas, and Penny, said with a big smile to Google. “The kids worked so hard all year, and they’re having so much fun.” 

“Haven’t had to whip out any band-aids yet, so I say it’s going more than good.” Google chuckled. “Last hour, and everyone’s good. Save for a few tears for kids that lost their games, but I’d take that any day.” 

“You certainly had fun with the tug-o-war. You have grass stains on your knees.” Mrs. Fisher gestured down. 

“I had a point to prove.” Google puffed out his chest playfully. 

“Showing off is what you mean.” Mrs. Fisher giggled, eyes going over to where Bing and Chase were. Chase was helping push some kids on swings, and Bing worked on making the merry-go-round spin faster. 

“Maybe a little,” Google admitted with another chuckle, seeing Etta climbing up the ladder to a swirly slide. He looked around more and noticed Lucas waving him over with a little group of kids huddled around a tree. “I think we found a bug.” He clicked his tongue and went off to check on what the kids were looking at. 

He, Bing, and Chase were all busy with the kids they had with them. They couldn’t hear Mrs. Fisher telling Anti to stop teasing Etta. Saying that she could take her time since it was a big slide. They didn’t notice how Etta had reached the top and got scared of the height. They didn’t know that she was trying to climb back down, and Anti refused to move, wanting to use the slide. They didn’t see Mrs. Fisher heading over, how Etta tried to squeeze past Anti, how she accidentally stepped on Anti’s foot, and how she flinched in fear from Anti yelping in pain. 

But they heard the scream of Etta’s name. They saw Etta fall from the ladder and land on the ground. 

They all heard the snap. 

“Etta!” The three took off right away. Google and Bing made it there first, no one noticing how fast they moved. 

“Et!” Anti cried out and scrambled down the ladder, eyes swelling up with tears. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He sobbed as Mrs. Fisher held him back. “I didn’t-I didn’t mean-” He was now gasping out his words. 

“Is she okay?” Mrs. Fisher asked. “I can call-” 

“We got her.” Google snapped, coming across much angrier than he wanted, but he didn’t care as he picked Etta up and rushed off with her. 

“We got her,” Bing added in a softer tone before taking off with Google, the two of them heading for their car. 

“I’m sorry!” Anti cried out again. 

“Hey, hey, buddy. I know, I know. You didn’t mean to. It was an accident.” Chase crouched down to Anti’s level. “You stay with Mrs. Fisher. I’m going to go help them, okay?” He waited as Anti sniffed a few times and then nodded. 

“Go on. We’ll be fine.” Mrs. Fisher said. Chase gave a quick smile and ran off as well. 

As he neared the car, he saw the back door open with Bing standing outside. Getting closer, he noticed that Google was in the car, and reaching them, he finally saw Etta inside with Google. 

“Holy shit.” Chase blurted out when he got a good look at what was happening, Bing not bothering to block him. He saw Etta’s arm, how it looked like her skin got peeled away from the upper part of it, and Google was messing with wires inside of her. 

“Make a fist,” Google instructed Etta, and he let out a sigh when she could. “Everything’s working how it should.” 

“Does it hurt anymore?” Bing asked Etta. 

“No. Not anymore.” Etta wiggled her fingers as Google put the skin back in place. 

“I have questions,” Chase said. 

“To save us a little time, I’m going to say that we’re androids,” Google said as he left the car. “It’s a complicated process that occurs through a genic trait that is rare to those who are not of the kind but very common amongst those who are.” 

“We’re human in like ninety percent of the meaning. We eat, sleep, do all the other body things, and we can have kids, as Etta can prove. But when we’re born, we get like a mechanical skeleton, wires as our nerves, and even more complicated stuff. Like how our brains work and why it can’t easily happen to any ol’ human, and blah blah blah.” Bing added to the explanation. 

“That sounds complex as hell,” Chase said. 

“It is.” Bing and Google both said. 

“That doesn’t change…anything, right?” Bing asked, voice thick with worry. “I mean…you won’t break up with us because we’re different?” 

“Hell, no!” Chase almost sounded offended. “I have robo-boyfriends. That’s awesome!” His cheerfulness and excitement got Bing and Google to laugh. 

“That’s so reassuring to hear.” Google sighed with relief. 

“Can I go play now?” Etta asked, bouncing out of the car. 

“Let me just-” Google grabbed a wooden pencil, snapped it in half, and tucked it into the pocket of Etta’s pants. “If Mrs. Fisher asked what made that sound, you show her that, okay?” 

“Okay! Now can I play?” 

“Now you can play.”

“Yay!” Etta squealed and took off back to the playground. 

“We can tell Lucas and Penny about us later tonight.” Bing offered, closing the car door. 

“Sounds good, and-” Chase went between Google and Bing, looping his arms through theirs. “-I can’t believe you two were worried about me leaving because you’re super cool robots.” 

“Androids.” Google corrected. “And we like to be cautious.”

“We like you too much to lose you that easy,” Bing added. 

“Too bad. You’re both stuck with me.” Chase chuckled.

“I think we’ll survive.” Google smiled, giving Chase a quick peck on the cheek. 

“Definitely.” Bing kissed the other cheek. 

“Good.” Chase was beaming as they returned to the playground, going back to continue living and thriving with their big, chaotic, happy family.

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[thebawdybaldurian]

Kinktober Day 14: Gentle Sex

Just a quickie today, so I can finish up some full length fics that have chapters that are nearly done. This snippet will be part of an upcoming chapter of Tale of the Tadpoles, my BG3 story. It features Gale and a non-Tav/Durge OC love interest, a tiefling sorcerer named Syma.

Content and Warnings: PIV sex in water

Pairings: Gale x Femme OC

Gale was finally feeling good enough to get out of bed after suffering the worst effects of the Cloudkill spell Balthazar had cast upon the group when they fought days ago. Syma had been at Gale’s side through it all, except when he was huddled in a corner being sick out both ends. Needless to say, he looked a bit of a mess. His beard and hair were unkempt and he’d been sweating constantly from being sick. Syma suggested a bath, mostly so she didn’t have to breath out of her mouth just sitting next to him. She was able to conjure some water into one of the stone tubs and heated it with her magic. She helped Gale strip, noticing how much weight he’d lost in only a few days not being able to hold down food. “Oh no! Your cute little belly!” She frowned, gently pinching his missing love handles.

“I’m sure it’ll come back soon,” Gale replied, blushing slightly at her attention to his body.

“I hope so,” she cooed. “I need my soft Gale back.”

“Just get me back in a kitchen and your squishy wizard will be returned to you soon,” he climbed into the tub, letting out a quiet groan.

“It’s not too hot, is it?” Syma knelt down on a towel, cupping water up onto his face so she could lather up and wash his beard, which still vaguely smelled like vomit.

“No…it’s perfect,” he sighed, her fingers making gentle circles on his fuzzy cheeks. “Just like you.”

“Oh stop!” She smirked, nuzzling her nose against his as she lathered up his beard. “More talk like that will get you a nice, long scalp massage too.”

“I mean it,” he smiled, reaching up for her hands. “You are perfect and I love you more than anything. Thank you for taking care of me the past few days…after the orb…being alone in my tower…you have no idea what it means to me.”

“Of course, Gale. I’d never let you needlessly suffer on your own. I love you too,” she held tight to his sudsy cheeks.

She leaned in to kiss him, risking some soap in her mouth to do so. His own mouth was hungry for hers, not caring about the bitter suds either as he swirled his tongue against hers. He pulled her into the tub with him, soaking the robe she was wearing. “Gale!” She exclaimed, the cloth clinging tightly to her body. She glanced down to see him starting to grow aroused, his cock bobbing higher in the water now. “It looks like you are feeling better…”

“Much…much better,” he pulled at her wet robes, helping her take them off.

He quickly dunked his head under the water so they could kiss without soap ruining their lips and then latched his mouth onto hers, kissing her hungrily. They pressed their wet bodies together, the heat of the water not the only thing making their skin flush. There was no urgency to their movements, Syma able to keep the water perpetually hot as she gently stroked his cock and Gale’s fingers explored the excited folds between her legs. He eventually pulled her onto his lap, no longer content with just her hands wrapped around him. “Uhhhnnn…Gale,” she moaned as he eased himself slowly inside her. “I don’t…want to put too much…ahhhh…strain on you…”

“Go slow then…just like this,” he whispered into her mouth, her hips starting to rock against him.

They smoldered together in the water, their bodies barely moving aside from their lips. The water lapped softly around them, Syma’s tail gripping tightly to the wet strands of his hair. As hot as their passion for one another was, they remained quiet and gentle with one another, even when their loins began to throb. They took no notice of when Tav walked in, her eyes bulging at the couple making love in the middle of the communal washroom. She left them to finish, which they finally did, just as slowly and gently as they’d started. They trembled against one another, catching their moans between the wet flesh that they kissed and sucked on. Their breath had remained steady until the end, taking in a few gasps as they shared their climaxes. “Mmmmm…that was a nice change of pace,” Syma sighed happily, still sunk around his softening cock.

“I want to spend the whole day in bed with you like that someday,” he smiled, combing his fingers through her wet strands of hair.

“I want that too,” she grinned, giving him a soft kiss.

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Wrong Name // 7 (FINALE)

Pairing: Shane Walsh x Reader

Summary: The hardest goodbyes are to the ones we love.

Warning: mentions of blood and death

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

MASTERLIST

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Y/N’s POV

“You alright?” Lori stuck her head in my tent startling me a bit as I got ready for bed. It’s day two of the entire fallout between Shane and Rick; Shane completely isolating himself away from everyone.

“No…I don’t know.”

“You could’ve told me what he did out there ya know, I would’ve smacked him silly sooner if you had.”

“You didn’t have to do that Lori, he was just missing you and had too much to drink. Shane obviously isn’t seeing it that way.” She plopped herself down on the bed next to me, making herself comfortable.

“He’s reacting the same way Rick did when I told him about the affair so I completely understand. Have you tried talking to him?”

“No and if I’m being honest, I’m scared too. God, you should’ve seen the look in his eyes Lori, he was so angry.” Before that night I had never seen Shane’s temper get the best of him to that extent. He’s a firecracker at times but that night, he was a bomb and I’m terrified of even trying to go poking him to get him to talk to me because I don’t want to be the one setting him off.

“Y/N, in all the years that I’ve known Shane, he’s only had eyes for you. You’re his world and Rick did something none of us thought he would do and that has got to hurt him. Yeah I know, Shane and I did much worse and we both regret it but it’s different in a way.”

“I get that but those two need each other to survive.”

“They’ll put this behind them eventually so go, talk to him.” She pushed me until I was successfully off the bed and on my feet.

“Fine, where is he?”

“Lookout duty.” Nodding, I zipped up my hoodie and put my shoes on before leaving to find him. I walked past everyone huddled around the fire, heading straight for Dale’s RV. Shane’s eyes locked with mine as I got closer.

“Mind if I join you?” He shrugged and I took that as an okay to climb up to meet him. Shane laid the shotgun flat at his feet, clearing the seat for me but instead of sitting I walked up behind him and hesitantly put my hands on his shoulders.

“We need to talk.” He didn’t even spare me a glance or react to my hold on him as he continued to look out at the treeline.

“How long do you plan on keeping this up Shane? I need to know.”

“I can’t look at him.”

“You’ve done worse and he put it behind him.” Letting go of him I planted my butt on the chair and he finally turned to look at me.

“It doesn’t have to be like this, I forgave him for his mistake and moved on with my life.”

“Keeping it a secret is not moving on.”

“That’s cheap coming from you. Shane, I didn’t come up here to argue. He feels bad about the entire situation, he knows that he’s at fault and he’s sorry that he crossed the line.” He scoffed, reaching for his water bottle.

“He sent you up here to do his talking darlin’ or is this all you?”

“It’s like talking to a brick wall at this point. Please, just talk to him. The two of you fighting each other isn’t solving any of our goddamn problems.”

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Shane’s POV

Ah shit

Still seated on top of the RV I watched as Y/N stormed off towards the rest of the group. She was right, I did way worse than what he did and they both forgave Lori and I for that but here I am finding it difficult to let it be water under the bridge.

That stubborn and big hearted woman I married forgave him for sticking his hand up her shirt immediately because he was drunk. I’m still very much ticked off that she didn’t do more than knock him out for it, a broken hand would have sufficed at least.

"You want me to take over so you could go after her?" Dale joined me, taking the seat Y/N occupied not long ago.

"She wants me to forgive him."

"You should, especially for the sake of your baby. Everyone here needs you two to survive, I don't know if you've noticed but without you and Rick we wouldn't have lasted this long." He sighed, realising that I wasn't going to give him the response he's looking for.

"Why'd you tell me?"

"I thought it was best that you knew, plus I wanted him to be on the other end of a fist since he likes using his." I chuckled at that vividly remembering the day he beat the shit out of me in front of everyone.

"Look Shane, I’m not saying that you should completely get over it but for everyone’s sake, move past it. Y/N’s okay, he didn’t hurt her. You’re pushing her away when you should be keeping her closer to you, especially since we don’t know how much longer we all have to survive.”

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“I’m going on a supply run, see if there’s anything useful we can find. Who’s coming with me?”

“I’ll go with ya.” Rick and I are long overdue to talk and I’ll use this as an opportunity to do so. For a split second he looked over at Y/N and she walked off telling us both to play nice as she left us behind.

“Okay.”

We both got in the car and he started driving us further away from the property. We are at least ten minutes into the drive and during all ten of those minutes I tried to find a good way to start this conversation.

“Just say it Shane.”

“I’m still very much pissed off at what you did man and I know you’re still angry at me too but we can’t keep going like this. I’m not trying to make this right for us but for everyone back there especially our wives and kids.” Rick pulled up in front of a rundown minimart and killed the engine. We both got out of the vehicle and made our way to the building, killing the small group of walkers that came at us.

“You came after me like that in front of everyone that day knowing damn well what you did, I'll never forget that Grimes. I get that you were angry, you had every right to be but you could’ve done that so differently. That night I returned the favour, I told you to keep your distance from me. I didn’t want to cause any more trouble between us but you just had to get it off your chest.”

“You’re right, I shouldn’t have gone at you like that but I was seeing red that day and I deserved the beating you put on me man. I lied to you when you had asked me out at the barn and I had Y/N keep it from you. I’m sorry.”

“She chose to do that all on her own, you didn’t hold a gun to her head.” Now inside, Rick and I went on opposite sides of the store to work our way through the scant shelves. Water leaked from the ceiling forming a large puddle on the floor.

Smiling, I grabbed Y/N’s favourite box of chocolates, hopefully she’d forgive me for being such a prick over the past couple days. I threw it into the bag in my grasp and grabbed as many canned items I could carry, that should last us a while.

“Now that we have everything out in the open, can I ask you something Rick?”

“What’s that?”

“Did you ever think about it?” That thought has crossed my mind quite a couple times already and I want to know his answer. I slept with his wife, I wouldn’t be surprised if he wanted to do the same when he found that out.

“Only once, it was right after the whole fight we had the first time. Man I was so pissed off at you and I said to myself, maybe Y/N and I should’ve done the same but that wouldn’t have solved anything.” There was a creaking sound from overhead and I looked up just in time to see the ceiling caving in, walkers falling on top of each other.

I was knocked off my feet from the debris that fell with them and it took me a couple seconds to regain function of my body.

“Shane!” I kicked one of them in the head and scrambled to reach for the bag with the food items.

“Forget it man, let’s go there’s too many of them!”

He called out from the end of the isle but I’m not leaving here without those items, we need them. I stabbed a couple of them as I inched closer and closer to the bag. Quite a few of them gripped onto my shirt and pants just as I wrapped my hand around the handle. I forced myself away from the majority of them but only a second too late.

“Ahhh!” I reached back and stabbed the walker that bit a chunk out of my shoulder. Rick rushed over and helped me get out of there, taking me straight to the car. I groaned from the pain that flooded my entire body. I need my wife, I need to see Y/N.

“Man, we need to get pressure on that.” He took off his shirt and tried his best to slow down the bleeding but there’s no use, I’m going to die regardless.

“I told you to leave it behind.”

“You guys need it. Rick just get me back to my wife, man.” I don’t know how much longer I can hold out from this and I’d rather die seeing my wife’s face one last time.

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Y/N’s POV

The green Tuscon came speeding onto the Green’s property, alarming all of us that’s gathered outside. Rick was the first one out of the car and the first thing I noticed was the blood stain on his t-shirt and hands as he rounded the front of the car to get to Shane.

“Oh God, Shane!” Lori called out for me but I was already halfway over to them. He’s much paler than before, bleeding profusely from the bite on his right shoulder. I helped Rick take him up the stairs and we were about to take him inside but he stopped us.

“We have to get you inside.” He shook his head no and looked over at his friend who was trying so hard to keep it together.

“Do me a favour Grimes, look after my darlin’ for me.” He was living on borrowed time and he wanted nothing more than to be left alone with his wife who was trying her best not to scream from the pain she’s feeling.

“Always brother.” Rick pressed their foreheads together for the last time before helping Shane to sit on the steps. Y/N immediately sat behind him and held him closer to her, burying her face in his neck breathing in his scent.

“You can’t leave me, this wasn’t supposed to happen, not now.”

“Darlin’ look at me.” Shane shifted his body a bit so he could cup her face with his good arm.

“I’m sorry, for everything. I love you and I know that recently we haven’t been on good terms but I want you to know that even while we were mad at each other I didn’t love you any less.”

“Shane-”

“I got bit trying to save the last box of your favourite chocolates, I know how much you loved them and I was going to give it to you as an apology.” A weak chuckled slipped past my lips as I nuzzled closer into his touch.

“You got bitten saving a box of goldfingers chocolate.”

“You always loved those damned things more than me.” He started laughing but that soon turned into wheezing. The colour was draining from his face with each minute that went by, sweat coating his body from the infection running through his veins.

“Shane, thank you, for being everything and more for me. God, I’m gonna miss you so much.” He wiped away my fallen tears with his thumb with a small smile on his lips.

“I’ll always be with you darlin’.” His grunts filled my ear as he reached up and undid his chain and motioned for me to lean closer for him to secure it around my neck. My chest hurts so bad, I can’t say goodbye, I’m not ready.

“It looks better on you. Take care of our baby for me, tell him or her about me.”

“Of course.” He was struggling to keep his eyes open, the blood loss getting to him. Closing my eyes I kissed his forehead and the bridge of his nose before finally clasping our lips together. I did my best to put all my emotions into our last kiss, hoping that he feels just how much I love him.

“You can stop fighting now Shane, I’ll be alright. I love you, so much.” With a fresh set of hot tears streaming down my face I combed my fingers through his dark hair, mustering up the best smile I could during the most painful event in my entire life.

He started leaning all his weight on me, his lips not losing his faint smile as he did so. I wrapped my arms around him again and gently rocked from side to side until he took his very last breath. Sniffling I buried my nose into the mass of hair on his head as I retrieved my blade.

“I love you.” I finally broke down as I drove the blade into the back of his skull. I threw the weapon far away from me, crying as I held onto his dead body tighter.

“Y/N…”

“Not yet Rick.”

I’m not ready to put the love of my life in the ground.

—-

“She’s doing great Michonne, her dad would be proud.” Rick’s lady and I were off to the side watching Judith practice using her katana.

Today makes it ten years since I lost Shane and watching as the little girl did her training for the day only made me miss him even more. He would’ve loved to have been here to witness her grow into the incredible little lady she is. Rick and I raised her as our own ever since we lost Lori at the prison but now it’s down to me since he blew himself up on the bridge.

“Mom! Mom! How’d I do?” Judith ran over to me with the biggest smile on her face and for a split second all I saw was Shane. She definitely took after him.

“You did amazing.” She gave me high five and we said goodbye to Michonne as we left to go home.

“Mom, can I ask you something?”

“Of course sweetie.”

“What was my real dad like?” I stopped in my tracks to look at her better; I never brought up Shane before and neither did Rick. He said it was best that we didn’t so I’m not sure how she found out.

“Judy, how did-”

“I heard aunt Carol talking to aunt Michonne.”

“I see, well, he was a sheriff just like Rick. He was kind and sweet, you actually have his smile.” She grinned up at me as we continued walking home.

“He would’ve loved to be here with you, to see how amazing you are with your katana. You’re fiery, just like him; determined as hell too.” We made it to the steps of our home in Alexandria and sat down.

“Do you miss him?”

“Every single day but I have this to remember that he’s always with me.” I toyed with the gold chain around my neck, fiddling with the number twenty-two pendant.

“That’s why you never take it off.”

“Uh huh, he put it around my neck before he passed and I could never bring myself to take it off since. He was also great with Carl when he was your age, those two were inseparable.” A slight frown decorated her lips at the mention of her dead brother and father.

“Well at least one of us got the chance to meet my dad.”

“He’s always with you Judith, right in here.” I lightly poked where her heart was and she perked up at that.

“Never forget that. Alright, come on. Let’s go make dinner.”

—

THE END!

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SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO? : CHAPTER FIVE

“Listen, don't take it so personally, okay? I don't like most people. He is in the vast majority.”

▸ summary: your curiosity leads you into joining a hunt ▸ characters: nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, (ft. steve harrington + dustin henderson) ▸ word count: 4,879 ▸ warnings: angst, mentions of stalking behavior,  ▸ series masterlist

There were only the sounds of leaves crunching under the soles of heavy feet, and light murmuring voices the morning of Will Byers’ funeral. After finding his body in the quarry, it would seem Jonathan moved forward right away with the arrangements for the funeral. 

 All the attendees were slowly moving in a single file on the way down to the gravesite. Giving you the chance to take notice of the grassy pathway. So dull and colorless. Most likely from the changing weather, but you couldn’t help but frown at it for being so lifeless on a day like this. The sky didn’t seem to get the memo as it shined a blue over the sky, sun shining bright alongside it. 

 You were thankful for the large dark gray overcoat that your Aunt Claudia had given you. Not only were not expecting to go to a funeral anytime soon, but the people in Hawkins seemed to dress in a different type of consertive way. It wasn’t like you needed any more curious eyes on you.

 Today it would be you who had the wandering eyes. All around there were different emotions going on. Starting with the Byers family, the man you assumed was Will’s father sat beside Jonathan, awkward while having a somber face. Jonathan looked as sad as you had seen him lately, and really, if you weren’t so upset about the photos you’d have spoken to him. But when you arrived earlier and got caught in his line of vision, you couldn’t help but turn away. 

 Joyce Byers had to be the saddest of them all. There was so much grief in her that she looked the most distant of this whole thing. A part of her apparently still held out hope he was alive. You could never understand that pain. And you wish to never go through it.

 Before you stood your cousin and his two other friends. All dressed up with their attention focused on the ground before them. You would have felt more sorry for them, but ever since you had woken up this morning. There was an odd way Dustin had been acting. Not that Dustin ever acted normal, but in this case, he wasn’t the same grieving friend you had comforted the other night.

 Still, after everything, you were ready to follow the group up back to the church to join the service in the rec room when you noticed two stragglers. Nancy and Jonathan had huddled close together before they both moved to duck down.

 There’s a struggle to fight against what your curiosity wants to see and what your mind is telling you to do. But really, the inner nosiness that you try to hide comes out and you’re already sneaking up to where they’re hiding by the time you really register it. 

 “If we do see it..then what?”

 “We kill it.”

Crossing your arms, you stepped forward, creating a loud enough step to jump scare the two of them. “Nancy Drew, what are you and creep doing over here all huddled together?” The nagging in your head to mind your own business for once was being heavily silenced by your curiosity. After what happened with Steve’s confrontation and the camera, you were sure that these two wouldn’t be around each other.

 “It’s not what it looks like.” Nancy started, climbing up from the floor. Jonathan looked red in the face, as he patted down the fallen leaves from the back of his pants. 

 “You mean you two weren’t hiding from everyone huddled to the ground talking about murdering something?”

 Nancy winced a bit, looking over at Jonathan to help. All the pale boy could give her was a head shake. “She wouldn’t believe us..” he whispered. Giving her a look that she seemed to understand. But instead of agreeing with him, she pulled out a photograph from her coat pocket. 

 “We could use the help. And..I trust her.”

 Leaning forward, you notice the photo in her hand to be a black and white picture taken from the night of the party. Only the thing in the image was contorted and unnatural. “What the hell am I looking at?”

 “Well, it all started when I went to Steve’s house yesterday...”

  The story ended up sounding more crazy than you had imagined. The very idea of a monster lurking around just didn’t seem possible. Not only was that insane, but the theory of the body you witnessed being buried possibly not even being the real Will Byers. It was all just too much.

 “You know, as much as I’m sticking around. I feel this is insane.” you coughed, crossing your arms as you stood in front of the open car door. Nancy blinked over at you, brows furrowed as she looked at you hopefully. 

 “It’s the best evidence we have..I just want to make sure that I’ve checked out everything. Barb would want that.”

 Eventually Jonathan found what he was looking for, causing Nancy’s eyes to widen as she looked at the object in hand. “Are you serious?” she gasped. 

 Turning your head over, you noticed him stuff a gun into his coat pocket. Making you cover the front of your eyes. “We’re in deep shit now.” you muttered. Jonathan peeked out to look over at the two of you exasperated.

 “What? You guys want to find this thing and take another photo? Yell at it?”

 You stepped out of the way once he was finished grabbing what he needed, moving over to stand between them as you tried to keep down the anxiety that was building back up.

 “This is a terrible idea.”

 “Yeah, I think I’m with Wheeler on this.” you winced, trying not to stare at the pack of bullets he was trying to stuff in his coat. There were so many problems with what you were getting yourself into.

 “What? You guys can try to tell someone but they’re not gonna believe either of you. You know that.”

 Fixing up the scarf around your neck, you shook your head at his words. “We have photographic evidence. It’s not like some highschooler can just make this up. Isn’t Nancy considered a good kid? Won’t they believe her?”

 Jonathan scoffed a bit at that. “No one believes the kids in this town because they don’t want to. Regardless of who’s trying to talk.” Turning to face you, he reached out to show you the photo again. “This thing might have taken Will and Barb. If you want to back out of this, then we get it. But if you want to help stop this thing from taking someone like Dustin or..even yourself, then help us.”

 Turning to look between you and Nancy, his lips pressed together before he threw his hands up a bit. “There’s not much else we can do. Again, no one would believe us.”

 “Your Mom would.” Nancy pointed out.

 “She’s been through enough.”

 “She deserves to know.”

 “Yeah, and I’ll tell her..when this thing is dead.”

 For a second you felt almost awkward like your first time meeting Nancy. Something about the two of them talking had this unspoken chemistry. You weren’t sure either noticed, but it was enough to have you reeling back a bit. Jonathan for whatever reason, seemed to bring out this side of Nancy that you couldn’t quite place. 

 Perhaps it was their shared motivation for getting this thing down. Or something else you weren’t aware of, but it was easy to make you feel like a third wheel. 

 “If I stay.” you coughed out, snatching up the paper to stare at the beast again. “I’m not killing whatever this creepy thing is in my Gucci shoes. So, we’re gonna have to recon.” 

 Jonathan nodded, leading you both back towards the church parking lot. “She’s right. We’ll meet up in the woods around Steve’s house. From then on, we search until we find the thing.”

 “And then?” you sighed. Nancy breathed heavily through her nose, looking over at the two of you.

 “We kill it.”

  There were many moments in your life where you knew you had to dress a certain way. Even earlier that day you had on a better outfit for the funeral. But hunting down a vicious beast? Who even knew that would call for?

 Many of your outfits were meant to be looked at and admired. Not for you to be prepared to run and fight. Still, you managed to dig up some older clothes from your last visit. What used to be an oversized sweater now well against your frame. An old pair of your Aunt’s boots were well enough for the hunt and luckily you managed to grab a pretty good corduroy jacket for the trip over.

 You were fussing over how to manage your hair when the phone blared loudly. At first you were going to ignore it, most calls weren’t for you here anyway. That is until you remembered you recently did give your number out to a few of your new friends. 

 Rushing out of your room and into the living room, you grabbed hold of the phone. Pressing the cool plastic to your ear. “Henderson residence. What do you want?”

 “Just take those old records off the shelf! I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself! Today's music ain't got the same soul! I like that old time rock and roll!”

 “Is this Bob Seger?” you giggled into the receiver. “I swore only gave my number to a couple of friends.”

 The sound of Steve’s chuckling picked up through the phone and you found yourself grinning hard. “Well, you did give it to your friends and a very enthusiastic impersonator.”

 “Oh yeah, you’re great.” you drawled out, sitting down on the seat beside the phone. “Might have to book you for my Aunt’s birthday coming up.”

 “I think I could squeeze that into my schedule. What do you think about a tour?”

 “I think Steve Harrington being a pro basketball player and a good singer are a dangerous combination. You’ll kill all the ladies across the nation.”

 The sound of his laughter picked up on the phone again. “I’m only looking to get the attention of just one.” For a second, you almost felt giddy at his words until you realized he must have been referring to Nancy. The fact that you were about to go hunting a monster with her made this even more awkward. 

 “Well, you should probably be serenading her instead of me on the phone.”

 “I love to perform for everyone.”

 Shaking your head, you take a glance at the time, frowning at how late you already were. As much as you liked entertaining Steve. Nancy and Jonathan couldn’t wait for you forever. Not when the sun was going to be going down soon. “Was there a particular reason for the call or were you really just hoping for a record deal.”

 “I was actually hoping that the two of us could hang out tonight.”

 “Really? Just us two?”

 “Is that so strange?”

 Rolling your eyes, you sighed loudly into the phone. “It’s strange that you’d rather hang out with me than with your girlfriend. And what about your friends?” There’s a beat of silence on the other end, before he speaks again.

 “I did ask Nancy. She’s busy. And Tommy and Carol are on their date night. I’m supposed to meet up with them later.”

 Something in your stomach didn’t like that answer at all. It was fair to say that you clearly were his back up choice in all this. Not that you had a right to be the first choice. You were after all just one of his newest friends. But you couldn’t help but still feel an ache in your stomach at the idea of being the last thought.

 “As lovely as it is to know I’m your last resort, I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline.”

 “Come on, I didn’t mean it like that!”

 “Oh?” you mused. “And would I have received a call had Nancy or anyone else been free?”

 “Duh, I wanted all of us to hang out. Do something normal for once.”

 Normal. The word you had been so keen on being since the start of this mess. Unfortunately, you were well past normal at this point. Had Steve called this morning, you might have been able to avoid this. But you also wouldn’t be able to be part of the team to hopefully take this monster down. God, this town was messing with your damn head.

 “Unfortunately, your highness, I’m all booked for the night.”

 “There’s no way you can’t cancel and come see All the Right moves with me?”

 It was more disappointing when you remember that it was a movie you had actually wanted to see. But something about leaving Nancy and Jonatha alone to fight off whatever was in that picture without any help didn’t sit right with you. Stupid morality kicked in at the worst times.

 “Sorry, you’ll have to endure it alone.”

 “Cold. But fine, I guess I’ll wait out for Tommy and Carol.”

 Glancing at the clock, you notice that Steve has taken up too much of your time to get ready. You wouldn’t be able to find a weapon to take with you now. “Alright.” you sighed, getting up from your seat. “I’m sure you’ll figure out something to do in the meantime.” 

 “Get ready for my singing career?”

 “Atta boy, sounds like an idea to me. I’ll talk to you later?”

 “Yeah sure, if you’re free.” he teased, having only a slightly hurt tone in his voice. You definitely were kicking yourself right now. “Bye, trouble.” 

 “Bye, Steve.” Hanging up, you stared down at the phone. Pleading with yourself to pick it back up and take Steve on the plans. You didn’t want to be involved with a crazy mess like monster hunting with two people you hardly knew. Steve wanted to hang out. Sure, it was because all his other options were busy. But-

 The phone in front of you rang again and you nearly jumped back from its sudden noise. Reaching down, you curiously pick up the receiver and press it against your ear. “Hello?” you called out.

 “Oh thank God it’s you!” 

 The worried voice of your cousin was enough to distract you from the disappointment of not having Steve be  the one who called to try and convince you again.“Dustin, what’s wrong? I didn’t see you come home after the funeral.”

 “Uh yeah, Mike convinced Lucas and I to go back home with him. We’ve been kinda talking about stuff.”

 Curiosity sprang back in your chest again. Despite his words now, you couldn’t help but remember how odd he had been acting that morning. Even when they all lined up to bid the Byers’ family sympathetic words, he had been trying to hurry back to the Church for the reception.

 “Uh huh. About what kind of stuff?” you asked carefully.

 “You know, boy things, …uh science things.”

 Dustin was proving to be a really bad conversationalist or a bad liar. And considering how he usually didn’t shut up, you went with the latter. “What the hell are you planning on doing today, Dustin?”

 There was suddenly a lot of murmuring on his end, hushed voices trying to argue with each other as well what could be slapping noises before he spoke up again. “We’re not planning anything. Really, we’re going to just go outside and mess around with our..compasses. Yeah! We’re gonna see why our compasses are broken.”

 Scrunching your face you can’t help but get confused by his words. “Why the hell would they be broken? They don’t run on batteries.”

 “That’s what I said!” Again slapping could be heard again before he cleared his throat. “We’re just gonna be in Mike’s backyard testing out theories. Wanted to tell you and Mom in case it gets late.”

 “Well I’m actually heading out myself so I guess I’ll leave a note for her..” The three of you were going to be around the wood area tonight and you couldn’t help but be thankful that at least Dustin would be safe at his friend’s house. “Dustin, do me a favor?”

 “What?”

 “Try and stay safe out there, ok?”

 Something in your voice seemed to throw Dustin off because instead of answering back, he softly said your name. Almost with worry. “Are you okay?”

 “Yeah, just promise me.”

 “Alright, weirdo. We’ll be safe. I’ll see you later, okay?”

 It wasn’t long till the call ended and you didn’t bother looking at the time as you quickly wrote out a note for your Aunt. There was no turning back on this, despite the feeling in the pit of your stomach telling you to do otherwise. 

  The part of the woods that Jonathan had told you guys to meet at, looked just as dead and ominous as the lawn of the church from earlier that morning. The borrowed boots pinched at the sides of your feet but you ignored the slight pain the moment you started to hear gunshots.

 It wasn’t till you reached the source of the noise that you were shocked to find Nancy sending off a perfect shot against a can that had been lined up. For once the girl had a sense of fierceness over her. The gun definitely made her look cooler than the timid girl you’ve spoken to a couple of times.

 “Shit, Nancy Drew. You’ve got aim!” you exclaimed, coming closer to the two. 

 Nancy blushed a bit, trying to take the compliment humbly before she picked the gun up again to aim at another can. With each new shot it would seem her confidence only grew. It was after she finished the round that Jonathan declared that you three should begin your search for the monster.

 Nancy began to led the way into the woods, giving you a clear stepping path to follow her on. The uneven floor of the wood and piled leaves were making it a bit hard for you to walk, but any trips or hard steps were met with only a stoic face. 

 You weren’t going to be the girly girl who hated the woods and whined the whole time out there. Even though that’s what you really wanted to do.

 “I’ve been meaning to talk to you.” Jonathan muttered beside you. Making you almost jump at his sudden presence. You would have thought he’d join Nancy at her side. But from the way he fiddled around with the strap of his bag, he looked like he needed to talk.

 “Well, you have me here now.”

 He hummed at that, probably expecting a little more fight from you. But since you know what he’s about to bring up, you couldn’t help but be taken back again. The whole taking pictures of the party still didn’t sit right with you. Even if all the ones you were in weren’t anything scandalous, it still felt awful to know what he had done. 

 Jonathan glanced over at you, giving you a sad smile as he tried to mull over his words. “I didn’t mean to go that far the other day..I wasn’t planning on doing any of that. It just happened..I’m sorry.”

 “You mean you didn’t realize after several photos of us how creepy it was to be doing that?”

 His lips pursed together in a thin line and his knuckles gripped harder onto the bat at hand. “I don’t take photos for any particular reason. The whole thing caught my eye and I didn’t think of what could happen.”

 “Were you ever going to be honest with me about it? That night you said you’d show me your photos. Were you really going to show me all of them?”

 “Yeah, I mean, mostly the weird Barb one but yes. I love taking pictures, it didn’t matter the subject, I just didn’t think this one through. I wanted to purely just capture a moment. It was all just saying something to me.”

 The memory of Steve breaking the camera came into mind and you couldn’t help but feel guilty for the action despite trying to stop it from happening. But it was all so embarrassing and invasive. You hated the idea of anyone making you feel something you did not give permission for them to do. The bitterness just seemed to grow in you about it.

 “Did you really have to do it then and there? It was seriously the wrong time and place. Especially since you were supposedly looking out for Will.”

 “And I was! I promise. Look, I know you of all people might not get it. But I see things differently when I take pictures of people. Things they normally wouldn’t see of themselves.”

 “Yeah, like Nancy had no idea what she looked like with her shirt off.”

 The two of you stopped in place at that. Having a standoff as you both stared hard at each other. For a second, you thought that he might fight about that, try and find a way to stick up for himself. Instead, he merely shook his head and looked down at the ground. 

 “I don’t have an excuse, I regret taking it.”

 “Did you make sure she knew that?”

 The two of you glance over to find Nancy had still continued on the path, unaware of your conversation at all. Nodding in her direction, you made the two of you follow her again. He’s gone quiet and you can’t help but want to go back to his previous comment. “What did you see when you took that photo of me and Steve?”

 Strangely, Jonathan turned a bit bolder as he gave you a small smirk. His focus was still on the girl ahead as he replied back to you. “I saw two people who I don’t think really see each other as friends.”

 “Yeah?” you scoffed, trying to control the rapid beating of your heart. “And just what exactly do we see each other as?” There wasn’t supposed to be any sort of clue of you liking Steve. It was only a crush and that’s all it was ever going to be, he liked Nancy and you were just getting over Bil-

 “Can’t speak for Harrington, but you? It’s clear as day. Speaking from someone in my position,” His eyes quickly scanned over to Nancy again before he looked over to you. Making you cringe at the truth of his next words.

 “It’s easy to say. You’re fucked.”

  At some point during the walk, you and Nancy managed to switch positions, leaving you leading the walk as the other two staggered behind. The shorter girl must have had her own reservations about what happened yesterday as well because before you knew it, the two began to fight. 

 Poking and taunting one another for things you weren’t entirely too sure about. For one thing, you did not think he was pretentious, creepy yes, but he wasn’t entirely mean to you the first day there. The second, was Jonathan did not hold back his tongue as he basically tore her a new one.

 As Jonathan brushed past you, grumbling to himself, you couldn’t help but look back at Nancy with sympathy. And even though you weren’t close and in any other world, you two wouldn’t be friends. You couldn’t help but walk over and give her a small smile. 

 “Boys suck.” you stated simply.

 “They seriously, ridiculously, suck.” she groaned, trudging alongside you in the direction to where Jonathan went. “I mean, to go as far as to say that I’m going to end up exactly like my parents? How could he think that? How could he just- UGH.” Her hand pinched the bridge of her nose and you're thankful her focus isn’t on your face as you remember the type of person her Father was.

 “He’s wrong for that, but..I don’t know. He’s kinda being a douche for making it seem like some people who do live that kinda life aren’t happy.”

 Her eyes flickered to you, watching you curiously. “What do you mean?”

 “Well, it’s like that feminism that’s so taboo to talk about.” When she didn’t seem to catch your meaning you went on. “On one hand, girls should be allowed awesome careers and lives that they choose. Change the ideology right?”

 “Right.”

 “So like, by that definition shouldn’t women also choose to have small careers and stay home if they want to? Doesn’t make it bad or anything, just different. The whole thing is that it’s their choice.” 

 Nancy seemed a little bit stunned, stopping in place as she became unsure of how to reply to that. A part of you became worried you might have said the wrong thing until she nodded her head finally. “You’re right, it’s not what’s gonna happen to me, but it’s fine if someone else does.”

 “Exactly, people, especially men, should not tell us hot girls what’s good or bad for us, right?”

 You gave her a small smirk, hoping now your words will help fix up her mood a bit. And when she gives you a small smile you take that as a win. Nancy going as far as to playfully nudge you as you two moved on again. 

 “So is that the kind of lifestyle you want to live?” she asked softly.

 “Me? I don’t know, I haven’t really thought about it.”

 “Would you live that way with the right guy?”

 Your mind dangerously flickered to a certain boy that you knew you shouldn’t. Shaking your head, you quickly push that thought out. 

 “The only guy I’m willing to do all that for is the delicious Harrison Ford.”

 Nancy chuckled a bit, shaking her head before you noticed a small smile on her face. “I’m not so sure I’d stick that out for Harrison Ford, even if he did look good in that Indiana Jones movie.”

 “He doesn’t do it for you?”

 Her head shook no before she leaned over towards your ear. 

 “Now, that Tom Cruise? I might have to reconsider.”

The search continued on into the night, making you realize then how tired and sore you were from the day. The woods continued to be empty, filled only with the sounds of trees creaking, leaves rustling from the wind and the occasional echo of an animal from down the treeline.

 It all seemed to be a total bust until Nancy heard the sounds of a crying animal. Not just any regular animal, but a deer, bleeding out on the ground. The sight of the poor thing had you behind the two, squeezing your eyes shut as they approached the creature closely. 

 “It’s been hit by a car.” Nancy deduced. The fact that the three of you were far from the road side seemed to slip past your minds, because all you could focus on was the sound of the deer’s labored breathing.

 “We can’t just leave it.”

 The silence that follows has you nearly keening over with nausea. They’re going to have to put it out of its misery and you barely could stomach seeing the animal documentaries the schools showed the kids back in freshman year. 

 “I’ll do it.” Jonathan offered and you wanted to reach out and tell Nancy she should probably look away too but your eyes seemed to need to see the grizzly act as well. Making you watch in horror as he held up the gun to the animal.

 Before he could take the shot, the animal is quickly dragged away, making the three of you set off in a calm panic as you try to track down the direction of where it went. Whatever that was had to be the monster you guys were looking for.

 To your dismay, the three of you end up splitting up into different directions. Even with only just a flashlight as your only weapon, you grip onto the heavy item tightly as you scan around the area, eyes wide in hopes that it’ll help you catch anything that might be coming at you.

 A snarling sound could be heard in the distance, making you gulp as you try to go to the source of the noise. The further down you step the more you realize you’ve sort of made a circle. A small panic creeped up on you when you remembered you didn’t know your way around the woods. 

 “Guys?!” you called out, looking around. “Hello?! Guys, I think I’m lost!” 

 There’s a faint noise, something that sounds like your name. Calling out for the two again, you’re met with only a small whisper from the trees. “Hey!” said a deep voice suddenly, Jonathan, who had managed to come up quietly, looked over at you with wide eyes. 

 “I’ve been screaming for you, where’s Nancy?” he asked urgently. Almost as if he was as anxious as you were. 

 Before you could give out an answer the panicked screaming of Nancy suddenly made the two of you jump. Together you rushed towards the direction of the noise, yelling out the girl's name again and again. 

 “Where the hell did she go?”

A/N: I just want to apologize for how long this has taken me! I don’t know why it’s hard to do these build up chapters but since I didn’t have this prewritten, it’s been kind of hard to write these out. Also, I had to set up a lot of things these past two chapters so it’s like semi filler and semi setting up for the plot. Either way, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thanks for reading! 

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backseat chronicles - n.jm | ridin’ club

━ welcome to the ridin’ club smut series

genre ➠ slow burn, smut, fluff, lil angst  wordcount ➠ 8.5k details ➠ fem!reader, streetracer!jaemin, badboy!jaemin, college!au ━ where Jaemin brings you to his club races as his arm candy. warnings ➠ explicit language, overstimulation, flirty banter, pet names, softdom!jaemin, car sex, praise kink, hittin it raw (y/n on the pill), oral, daddy kink, slight corruption kink, fingering synopsis ➠ There is no reasonable explanation as to why or how you always end up in the backseat of Na Jaemin’s beloved car. Almost routinely, he picks you up around ten in the evening with the stereo blasting the raunchiest lyrics for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. The entire night remains purely friendly, a dabble of flirtatious comments because well, it’s Jaemin for fuck sakes. But all it takes is one suggestive gaze from his dark, lustful eyes and a drop in his voice that rumbles your core to have you climbing over the seats to get to the back. taglist ➠ @rabbit-doyochi​​​ ; @darkneogotmyback​​​ ; @im-lame-irl​​​ ; @p-mini​​​ ; @niniluvsmarkhyuck​​​ ; @saniahmichael​​ ; @jaehy9ngs​​​ ; @danyxthirstae01​​​ ; @jaehyunoos​​​ ; @pikijaemin​​​ ; @suhweo​​​ ; @yunoyeol​​​ ; @lanadreamie​​​ ; @ta3ilmoon​​​ ; 

a/n ➠ hi yall its author doie❀!! thank you for over 1k notes on this series, im beyond impressed by the amount of attention this got! it really blew up and its so crazy!! i wrote this one with more of a romantic plotline i realized its too hard to keep it pwp with all the story building and characterization i have :)) it’s almost over yall! pls pls leave me feedback im sorry it took so long to write ):

While college lecture rooms are too big to interact with other students, discussion classes are there to ease the difficulty. A classroom for about twenty students from a three hundred person lecture. It’s administered by a clueless TA, who barely began his second term in graduate school.

Unlike lecture, attendance is mandatory for participation points. You show up every time without a fail, so it came as a shock to you when a certain blue haired student finally appeared from the list of absent students.

Na Jaemin. The notorious playboy with looks that kill and partakes in some illegal racing club. It’s as if every person in the room fawns over his aura, Jaemin drips with an inexplicable alluring confidence. You didn’t know anything about him besides the fact that he never shows up for class and rumors about how he’s slept with the entire cheer squad.

But he’s drawn to you like a magnet: always sitting in the available spot next to you, asking about your day before the TA arrives, developing an odd staring problem. You don’t feed much into his attention, minding your own business when he starts with his notably flirtatious greeting.

“You just take my breath away, (Y/N).” Jaemin cocks back in his seat with legs stretched wide in an overly comfortable manner. The smug smirk on his face cannot be ignored, he’s doing the absolute most to get you to pay the smallest attention to him.

“I didn’t do anything in particular to do that, Jaemin.” You respond bitterly, pulling out your notes for today’s discussion class. The TA enjoys wasting the first twenty minutes going over the past lecture slides and running through the most obvious topics.

You pay no mind to Jaemin peering over at you with the single handedly most dreamy eyes and smile --- stars shining in his dark orbs and a dazzling twinkle in his wide toothy grin.

“That’s why you’re so amazing. You do nothing and it still leaves me breathless.” His sneaky eyes examine your clothing choice for the long day. On this warm afternoon, the short tank top does nothing to hide much of your skin and the denim shorts that ride up a little too well drive Jaemin insane. And when you cross your legs together, he swallows the spit that pools in the back of his throat.

Your ears catch onto the murmurs of the rest of the class, the midterm is next week. The wretched midterm that is half of your grade dooms you, it is going to take an endless amount of completely undistracted dedicated hours of study--- “On a more serious note, can you help me with this class?”

His voice shatters your inner panic, if anything, adds to the stress that already beats down on your shoulders. You look up to glare at him, but you’re entirely taken aback by the new styling of his hair and the exposure of his tattoos.

The sweet blue cotton candied strands are ruffled lazily above his brows, messy from him constantly running his hand through them. Jaemin sits relaxed in gray sweatpants that are extremely baggy on his slender figure, hands are shoved casually into the pockets.

But what has you staring for longer is the long sleeve of tattoos that wrap around his left arm. Not that you’re surprised that Jaemin has tattoos, let alone a whole sleeve, but this is your first time seeing it as this is the first time he’s come to class without his leather jacket on. Something about the intricate lines and shadowing make Jaemin seem much cooler, almost more attractive.

When you meet his eyes, his lips curl slowly into a sly side smile and he’s practically eating you up under his gaze. He definitely knew that you were staring and what comes next out of his mouth will haunt you for it. “Like what you see, beautiful?”

“I don’t have the time to help you.” The best way out of this situation is to simply ignore it. Jaemin is overly adored and admired by many, he’ll find someone else to help him.

“Jaemin, do you want to study together?” There you go, folks. The random girl snickers with her small huddle of friends in the upper corner of the room, like a crowd of crows, they’re all waiting around for Jaemin to accept her offer so he can be easily integrated into their little group.

However, you watch how his glances bounce between you and her. The most sickly sweet, kind smile is almost too fake to consider it to be genuine. His final choice surprises you, “thank you for offering, but I only want (Y/N)...”

Your breath hitches and gets caught in your throat as you hope for him to finish his sentence, the drumming of your heart distracting you even more. Jaemin wants you? While the thought is flattering, it puzzles you greatly.

“... to help me with my studies.” Jaemin finishes his sentence after a rather long pause, his eyes finally resting upon your figure shying away and finding any way to seem uninterested in the conversation. “Is that going to be okay, (Y/N)?”

“What do I get out of it?” You can’t believe that you are actually considering it. But this is a man that only wants you to help him. Jaemin is an impossible, yet charming man and whatever comfortable attire he is wearing today is really aiding in his request.

He lights up, ears perked up and eyes attentive. His hands fold together on the empty desk, leaning forward towards you. “Dates with me.”

Rolling your eyes, you groan slightly at the arrogant answer. “I don’t care about that. I want something that benefits me.”

“I’ll make sure you’re well fed.” There is a tiny plea in his tone, a remarkable shift from his cool aura. “What do you want? I’ll give it to you.”

“I guess I can’t turn down free food…” there is a hang in your sentence as you contemplate what chaos you’re about to dive into and what life changes are about to be explored with Jaemin.

“Before you agree,” Jaemin chuckles, “there’s one more thing I’d like you to do for me.”

You’re quick to shoot a daggering glare at the overly enthusiastic boy, “why do I suddenly owe you favors?”

“Because I say so.” He deadpans, a chill running down your spine at the deep dip in his octave. The playfulness that was present all this time suddenly vanished, a serious look that intimidates you, but sexy enough to where it erupts something in your core. He blinks at you with dark clouded eyes and you nervously anticipate what he is going to ask next of you.

“Accompany me to my races.” He speaks lowly as if he’s afraid of someone else eavesdropping in the conversation.

Here’s your issue with that request: you’ve never really been part of that scene. You’ve lived pretty mundanely, even in college. It’s simple, you like to stay within the boundaries of what you enjoy to do and what you have to do. But you’re always open minded and willing to try something to determine whether or not you’re fond of it.

Partying and drinking copious amounts of alcohol weren’t your favorite things to do, especially to the point of forgetting your nights. You wanted to remember your nights as much as you do your days. The youth isn’t here for long, why waste them by blacking out in the middle of a large party? Also, whoever said that alcohol goes down smooth is a blatant liar.

Illegal racing could possibly be an extension of people who participate in those things, which is fine, but does place a crippling fear of coming off too boring or unrelatable inside your nervous system. But just because you don’t do those things doesn’t mean that you’re not as cool, right?

Since when was your status based nonsensically on how often you spend your nights in socializing crowds full of sweaty bodies and how much cheap booze you can drink? It had to be all in your head --- you’re just dreading any awkward socializing with people who race cars when it’s absolutely illegal.

“Why me?” It’s a genuine answer, possibly stemming from your insecurities of not being on the same level of charm as Jaemin exudes. You’re not a fool, you’re well aware of the many different people he comes across on campus so, why you?

Jaemin doesn’t hesitate to answer, “why not you? You’re just my type. Hot and smart. Cute and a little shy. The greatest duality, if you ask me.” His words seem so genuine that it has you believing these things about yourself as well.

Nonetheless, you’re taken aback by his observations and his choice of descriptions. “We’ve barely ever talked. How can you say these things so confidently about me?”

Jaemin slightly pulls your chair closer to his own and you yelp in response to the sudden movement and lack of space that separates the two of you. He leans into you, breath hot on your skin and obvious eyes darting between your shocked ones and pretty lips.

“So let’s get to know each other. I can already tell that it’ll just make me fall for you even more.” His finger lightly traces your jaw, stopping at your chin to give it a small lift to meet his focus. Jaemin loves how you squirm underneath his intensity, you’re too cute to let go. “Plus, my boys will love you. I’m sure of it.”

The TA rushes in quickly and is utterly distressed from the traffic that had pushed back his schedule. “Sorry, I’m late everyone.” He rummages through his things to find his notes, but groans to see that the monitor of the computer is off. It’s going to take him another ten minutes to input all his credentials.

But your attention doesn’t stray from Jaemin, especially with his delicate touch at the bottom of your chin. His gentle smile enacts nothing but a soft love, and a peak of interest. Na Jaemin, the one and only. He’s like an adventure waiting to be explored, an open bottle of fun for you to take a sip.

“What would I have to do?” Your voice comes out shaky.

“Just be there as your pretty self.” Jaemin comes off as the type to always have women around him, “you’ll be my lucky charm. For some reason, I always feel better around you.”

The escalation of this conversation is possibly more action you’ve had to handle in the last two years. Jaemin drops your chin and falls back into his own seat with his arms crossed. He is about to turn your life upside down and whether that be a good or bad thing, you don’t mind. You’re excited for the new thrills that come with being by Na Jaemin’s side.

Jaemin’s hot hands lift your shirt quickly, throwing it towards the front seat of his car. His lips return to your soft neck, nibbling at your skin tenderly and with love bites that will remind you of his gentle touches. The streetlamps outside flicker impatiently as you feel the eagerness soaking your panties and he lifts you up to take them off.

“My sweet girl,” his voice is light and airy that it becomes almost lost in the heat of the car. “You’re excited tonight. Did you miss me?” The devilish smirk can be felt upon your collarbones.

“Yes, I haven’t seen you for almost five days.” A peculiar whine settles in your pout and Jaemin’s low growl sends shivers down your spine. The only barrier are his own tight jeans and your hands are fast at unbuckling his belt. Jaemin relaxes back, forearms resting on your soft thighs and watching the neediness in your expression and the speed of your hands. He smiles to himself seeing you this way, wanting him so badly that you can’t wait to get him out of his jeans.

Throughout the two months that you and Jaemin finally became well acquainted, he’s fallen inexplicably into your trance. His friends made it very clear to you that he doesn’t keep the same girl around for more than a few weeks. But he’s brought you to almost every race so far and despite the initial shock of your appearance after the third time, you didn’t let the passing comments phase you.

Why he hasn’t replaced you is unknown and truthfully, there is no reasonable explanation how you always wind up in the backseat of his car by the end of the night. It’s become part of your routine. Jaemin picks you up around ten in the evening with raunchy lyrics blasting out of his personalized car for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. More often than not, Jaemin has food ready for you to devour and a cozy blanket for your exposed legs.

You’ve learned a bit more about him through your backseat chronicles. Jaemin is possibly one of the only people in your life with a heart bigger than his own body, while also being as carefree as he can. Oddly enough, he cares about you as his friend and as his companion. Not to mention the ridiculous, yet endearing nickname, “Lucky Charm”, that he has coined upon you.

Jaemin has been the best adventure you’ve had in ages. While he takes you on intoxicating thrill rides on the leather of his back seats, every street race has been more than unforgettable. He shares one of the same values as you --- wanting to remember the present. You both know that you’ll remember each other enough for it to transcend into your next lives.

You have him to thank for your youthful experiences, to learn and dive into this new found world of mischief under his care. Jaemin treats you extraordinarily well, he’d never hurt a soul. He showers you in appraisal and carefulness, he’s attentive to your behavior and remembers your favorite things. And he reminds you almost every time you see him that he’s so grateful to have you in his life.

“Have you been touching yourself?” Jaemin’s bold question catches you off guard as it causes your hands to shyly hover over his unzipped jeans. When you glance up at him with soft innocent eyes, as if you’re guilty of a crime and wish to beg for forgiveness, his facial expression is serious and intimidating. 

“Continue, baby. You can be honest with me. Daddy isn’t going to punish you if you did.” His tone is sweet and light, but his eyes are dark and piercing. His lips are drawn tightly into a thin line, no curve in sight.

His finger grazes down your cheek gently as he admires your slightly parted lips and the way your eyelashes dance every time you blink. However, his other hand urges you to continue your previous action of getting him out of his restrictive jeans.

You nod, while rubbing his erection through his gray briefs that hug him so tightly. There’s a sharp intake of breath when you pull the waistband of his underwear down and his cock stands against his lower abdomen. “Do you think of me when you do?” His voice gets caught in his throat when you take him in your warm hand.

“Always.” You kiss his jawline and fix your position above his dick. Your slick pussy presses down against his shaft, coating it in your juices and rubbing his tip to your clit for a delicious sensation. Jaemin groans, his gaze dipping between your lower bodies and back to your face.

“My sweet (Y/N) thinks about her daddy fucking her senseless while she touches herself.” Jaemin chuckles darkly, grinding his hips harder against you. There is a shift in the atmosphere as he grips your hips and slowly enters your dripping hole. “That’s cute, baby.”

You hold onto his shoulders as his raw dick fills you to the brim, stretching you out like past nights. Gasps leave your body when he starts pulling all the way out to only have you sink back down. “Daddy, please just fuck me.”

Jaemin picks up his speed, knowing that you have a quiz due at midnight that you scolded him for forgetting earlier. The grip on his shoulders tighten as this man navigates your body all too well. He knows you like the back of his hand, fucking the spot that causes your body to lose control.

One of his favorite sights in the world is the view of your lips parted open with loud whimpers falling effortlessly. Your eyes roll back into your skull as his hips roll deeper into your walls, the tip hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

“You’re always the best girl for me, aren’t you?” His hand wraps around your neck when you throw your head back, choking you lightly and your walls grip around his shaft. “I know you’re close. Cum on my dick, baby. Be a good girl.”

Jaemin’s tattoos shine under the moonlight when you peer down at him. His hooded eyes are intoxicated by the pure image of your fucked out body and he’s truly in love. “My good girl, come on baby.” He continues to encourage, his other hand giving you a smack on your ass when he drills mercilessly into you.

The familiar bubbling occupy your lower half and the feeling of release unravels all so suddenly. You fall forward, Jaemin lets go of your neck to hold your limp body close to him, your head on his shoulder as your orgasm overtakes you. He grinds his hips into you to prolong your shaking climax, cooing sweet nothings in your ear as his other hand takes a whole handful of ass to squeeze.

He bottoms out, filling you up to the rim to cum deep inside of you. Jaemin moans loudly, his cum spilling all over your walls. You two sit like that until he grows soft, pampering your temples with gentle kisses. Jaemin remembers to take care of you, no matter what.

While you’re in his arms, he reaches for sanitary wipes in the side compartments. He lifts your hips slowly to pull out and you sigh at the emptiness. Gently, he swipes at the dripping cum from your pussy and makes sure that you’re all cleaned up before getting dressed.

“So, you want to tell me why you’ve been MIA for the past five days?” Rolling your eyes, you pull up your panties and fix the last decency of your hair.

“Car meets that are too far for me to take you.” His thumb rubs your chin lovingly and Jaemin’s eyes are so bright and mesmerizing, you find that it’s hard to look him in the eye at times.

“Not because you’ve been hooking up with other girls?” There is a tinge of sarcasm that laces your rhetorical question and though you don’t expect him to give you an actual answer, you take note of his reaction. Jaemin raises an eyebrow, clearing his throat and looking out the window away from you.

“And if I was?” Truthfully, that question hurt you more than your’s hurt him. His hand rests underneath his chin as he patiently waits for your answer. He admires the clear night sky and the rundown abandoned liquor store that stands all by itself.

“What do you want me to say?” Question after question, a stiff tension replaces the sex of the car.

“I’ll take you back now.” Jaemin crawls back to the driver’s seat, completely ignoring your confused figure. He has always been quite like this: going aloof whenever he wants to dodge something. However, it’s been happening more frequently the past times you two have been seeing each other.

The truth is simple, yet entirely complex at the same time. You and Jaemin aren’t dating, despite always going out together and him posessively introducing you to other men. You and Jaemin aren’t dating.

Nevertheless, it doesn’t stop you from growing feelings for him and you can tell that this happens too often for the attractive boy. He can’t have a fuckbuddy that won’t fall head over heels for him. But who could really blame you? Even if all this time Jaemin was pretending that he cared about you, he still pampers you like a princess; he still tells you he does.

But when it comes to discussion about advancing into something more, he hides and grows silent. This has you wondering, maybe this entire thing to him is all sex? And he can’t love you back the way you do.

No one knows his heart, not even himself. He’s never wanted to complicate his life, it’s always been about two things: racing and having fun. There is no easy way to explain it all, the thoughts that flood his mind and heart, so he chooses every way to ignore it. Overall, he’s genuinely lost. You are one source of stability in his life that he isn’t willing to let go, ever. But just because he won’t let you go, doesn’t mean that you won’t take the chance to leave when you’re fed up with him.

This has him wondering, how far can he push before he pushes you too far?

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just walk.” Tonight is unsettling, it usually doesn’t end like this. Jaemin locks the car doors and turns around to reach for your hand. “Jaemin, open the door.”

“I want you to say that you hate when I sleep with other people.” Jaemin confesses all too wildly as his hand lightly squeezes around your wrist. “And I want you to mean it.” He’s only speaking words of truth that haven’t had the time to process in his own thoughts.

“I hate when you sleep with other people.” And you do mean it. You mean it more than anything you’ve ever said to this man. Jaemin just sighs, bringing your wrist to his lips for a lasting kiss.

“Can I drive you home?” Jaemin asks softly, eyes dipping down to the leather seats and avoiding all need for eye contact.

“Yes, Jaemin.” He pulls you back into the passenger seat and drapes the soft blanket over your exposed legs. “Hopefully, I still have time to take my quiz.”

“Can I come inside?” Jaemin coolly turns his marble wheel to reverse out of the parking space, a hand resting on the shoulder of your seat as he does a double take behind him for any pedestrians, even if you two are far out in the middle of nowhere and there isn’t anyone around; Jaemin knows you have the hots for him when he does that specific move.

“What do you mean? You’ve already cum inside.”

It’s the sound of disappointment as his tongue tsks at you and he flicks lightly at your forehead. He steps on the acceleration, revving the annoying engine that roars throughout the peaceful night. The multicolored lights illuminate around his stereo and at your feet, creating the Rainbow Road right out of Mario Kart. 

Jaemin isn’t like the others who pay close attention to the details of his car. His motto goes, “if I like it, I’m going to have it.” Whether or not anything matches goes beyond his worries.

In some ways, his car is a mirror of his own personality --- wild and free, colorful and welcoming. And his skills as a driver? Safe, no matter how far the speedometer goes, Jaemin always makes you feel safe.

“I mean come inside your room for aftercare. You know how much I hate leaving you without a proper cuddle.” He pouts and almost immediately his cute baby tone comes out with his beg. Almost subconsciously, Jaemin lays his right palm open facing up to invite yours in. Almost routinely, you lace your hands to complete his hold. Getting Jaemin to smile has never been easier as his hold grows tighter.

“You can’t stay over tonight though. My housemates are doing some Single Girls Only house event tomorrow and it starts immediately when we wake up.” You laugh as the ridiculous words fill the air.

“And you’re participating in that?” Jaemin mindlessly asks and you’re unable to differentiate his implications from the question. Is he asking because the idea is horrendously nothing you’d like to do or he’s implying that you’re not single?

“Why wouldn’t I?” Sounding rather harsher than intended, Jaemin finally realizes how poorly he had worded his previous question. Yet, a part of him feels disappointment whirling in his chest and a desire to feel wanted by you.

“Doesn’t seem like something you’d like: wallowing in your singleness.” He chuckles, remaining lighthearted and playful.

“I really don’t.” Jaemin brings your knuckles up to his lips for a lingering kiss, his eyes darting quickly on the road ahead now that you’ve entered the metropolitan areas and his speed drops significantly to avoid getting ticketed.

“I’ll come pick you up. Instead of being single tomorrow, you’ll be on a date.” When you turn to examine his facial expression, the serious tension in his jawline and focused eyes alarm you. Your stomach twists into knots and if he couldn't already tell, your palms grow sweaty at his offer.

“That’s such a slap in the face to them.” Pulling your hand away from his, you cross your arms and lean your head against the cold window. “I don’t think I can do that to them.”

“I have a race tomorrow.” He starts, his head tilting over at you with his round gorgeous begging eyes, “at least, come to that with me.”

“Okay, but only because I want to see Haechan.” As if it wasn’t moments ago, Jaemin was the one balls deep in you and now you’re spewing enthusiasm for another man. It’s all a joke, a way for you to conceal your undying attraction for Jaemin.

You still remember the first time you met the sunshine that is Haechan and the jealousy that seeped from Jaemin’s words when he noticed the exchange of flirtation. Haechan is someone you’d knowingly gravitate towards: a man with a loud personality that just knows how to conduct every personality in the room. And at that moment, Jaemin couldn’t tell if being more observant was a good or bad thing.

Jaemin never saw himself as outgoing as his other friends, staying more kept in his own circle, but he had the confidence to fake it. He’s bold, rather impulsive and slightly narcissistic, Jaemin knows how to use his strengths very well. 

However, when he saw the soft smirk on Haechan’s face and your shy mannerisms, a small tinge in his chest ignited a died out flame. He didn’t realize it before, but that was the very start of his long tumble of feelings for you.

“Do you say those things to purposefully get me jealous?” Jaemin rests his hand on your thigh, giving it a harsh squeeze. His eyes never leave the road and his tone reverts back to his dominant tone.

“Well, are you jealous?” It’s like you two dance in circles, answer questions with a question does not stop.

And as bratty as your tone is, you don’t expect the quick “yes” that answers back and the smoldering look he gives you briefly before focusing back on the drive.

“Then good.” You huff, ready to hop out of the car after the odd, yet sensual tension. Jaemin pulls up to your house and double parks the car to lean in for a nightly goodbye kiss.

“You’re not coming in?” You try to read his facial expressions, but he hides his emotions too perfectly.

His lips curl into a smile before saying, “I think it’s better I cool off tonight.” And you mindlessly give him a peck, but he holds your face to deepen it. Through the kiss, you can feel the neediness by the way Jaemin shoves his tongue into your mouth. The taste of lust against your palette is difficult to ignore, but your academically responsible mind screams at you about your forgotten quiz.

Your hand lightly taps at his chest and he pulls away, his eyes drinking up your swollen lips. “I have a quiz, Jaemin.”

“I know, sorry. It’s just so easy to get lost in you.” Jaemin kisses your cheek once more before you exit. You smile back at him as his words have grown a strong effect on you lately. Bidding him goodbye, he wishes you sweet dreams as he patiently makes sure you’re fully inside your house.

“Is the music too loud?” Jaemin checks over at your hunched figure in the passenger seat. You’re diligently flipping through your thick textbook, a yellow highlighter in one hand and the other comfortably holding Jaemin’s.

The worst part of college is the never ending midterms that are given at any time. Studying in his car isn’t a rare sight, if anything it is more expected than you not doing anything related to your academics. But Jaemin genuinely doesn’t mind, even being mindful about his own actions to ensure an optimal studying space for you.

He really is an ideal guy. Like his first promise, he keeps you well fed and never once asks you for any monetary pay back. Jaemin adjusts the car temperature before you even step into the vehicle, knowing that you prefer wearing less clothes rather than more. Though he isn’t academically responsible, he still makes the effort to try and understand enough information to pass his classes.

The sole flaw would be the lack of open communication. It’s genuinely difficult for you to read his emotions or intentions. Jaemin always has a dazed look in his eyes whenever he looks at you, and it’s an internal fight about whether or not you’re being delusional.

“Music is fine, honey.” The mindless use of a pet name slips from your lips, but your concentration on neoliberalism and globalization doesn’t allow for you to notice.

Nevertheless, Jaemin catches on immediately to the usage. While he showers you in ridiculous nicknames, you’re not one to do so. “Honey?”

“Yes?” You answer back carelessly, not entirely actively listening to him as you highlight an important concept in your book.

“No, you called me honey.”

Looking up from your page, you blink at him with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape. “I did?”

Jaemin chuckles and finally pulls into the overly crowded parking lot, a whole mass of fanboys cheering at the arrival of his flashy vehicle. Everyone just loves Jaemin.

This familiar scene plays like a reel --- several high beams cast light under the dark sky due to the lack of functioning street lamps, dizzy multicolored cars that blaze the tracks, and the all too distinct smell of musky cologne in the chilly air. Oh, and the wide eye admirable stares when you get out of the car.

“Hi, you’re stunning.” A bold new recruit blinks at you in complete awe and awkwardly clears his throat once he realizes his rash comment.

Jaemin raises an eyebrow at him, then at how you plan on handling the situation. You’re flattered, nonetheless, but know that Jaemin didn’t bring you here to flirt with other men. “Thank you. I hope you enjoy your membership in the Ridin’ Club.”

The gracefulness in your delicate voice has the youthful recruit swooning and subtly giddy as he runs off to join a group of others that have been eying you across the parking lot. Jaemin casually drapes his leather jacket over your exposed shoulders, knowing the temperature change is going to result in you most likely catching a cold and because you never bring a jacket despite his plea.

“The power you hold.” Jaemin winks at you before pulling you into a larger crowd to socialize with more impressionable recruits.

“Ah, so you’re (Y/N)!” The stranger is unrecognizable, but you giggle to acknowledge his confident statement. “We haven’t met before, but Jaemin was talking about you the other night at our motorcycle meet.”

Your eyes light up, as if you’ve unlocked a new fun fact of Na Jaemin. “You drive a motorcycle too?” You’re truly shocked at the talent of this man.

Jaemin snakes his arm around your lower waist to draw you closer to his side. “Yeah, but I can’t fuck you in a motorcycle, can I?”

Before the other men can comment on the obvious sexual tension that Jaemin created, he leans in to whisper into your ear. “Actually, I can, but we’ll save our decency from unwanted exposure.” His hot breath grazes against the shell of your ear and you just know where you two are going to end up tonight.

“Bro, you guys probably fuck in the backseat of his car.” One of them chimes recklessly, punching at each others’ chest playfully as if he made a decent joke.

“Why don’t you stay to find out?” Jaemin retorts and the grip on your hip becomes tighter. You’re too flustered to add much into this odd form of competitive banter, distracted by none other than the way Jaemin keeps glancing over at you with a delicious gleam in his eyes.

“So what? You don’t care about us now?” You’d know that bratty tone from anywhere as Lee Haechan pushes past everyone else to rush over to the both of you.

“Aw, are your feelings hurt?” Jaemin sticks his tongue out at his friend before cordially sharing a handshake with him.

“Just slightly.” Haechan looks over at you with a wide grin and playful eyes, “hello, my pretty girl.”

“Drop the possessives, Haechan.” Jaemin rolls his eyes with an irritable twitch on his lips.

He hates how obviously jealous he gets. It’s something too difficult for himself to control, he’s exhausted his efforts to bite his tongue whenever it comes to other people’s flirtations. The thought of someone else calling you theirs doesn’t sit well with him.

“I understand your jealousy, Jaem. If someone was flirting with (Y/N), I wouldn’t be able to stand it either.” Haechan fixes the falling jacket on your shoulders. “But she can handle herself, I know those pretty lips have a mind of their own.” His gaze drops momentarily, yet obvious enough for you to grow shy at how strong Haechan is coming off tonight.

“Stop trying to corrupt her, that’s my job.” Jaemin playfully pushes at Haechan’s chest and they both break out laughing.

“I haven’t said one thing and you’re both talking about me as if I’m not here.” Your small pout is literally the cutest thing to Jaemin. He physically has to stop himself from planting the sweetest kiss on it.

It’s blatantly clear that you’re hot stuff. You’re the perfect example of a head turner, your captivating aura has its ability to suffocate those around you. However, Jaemin has seen all sides of you, but overall finding you so entirely cute. And oddly enough, Jaemin has a knack for cute things.

“Is that (Y/N) I hear?” Huang Renjun engulfs you in a hug, showing clear affection and doesn’t mind doing so. “How did your project go?”

“It went well. You accomplish a lot when you don’t procrastinate.” Renjun gleams at your statement and if Jaemin is delusional enough, he’d probably mistaken the twinkle in his eyes for infatuation instead of admiration.

“You’re so responsible, why are you messing with Jaemin?” Renjun sighs and though his question is more of a joke, there is some truth behind his words.

Your friendship with his friends differ immensely compared to other girls who have come around. Like Jaemin had said before, his boys were going to like you and they do, a lot. Sometimes making it obvious that you’re too good for him.

Jeno comes up from the side, an unidentifiable bruise on his neck and a new cut on his brow. Lee Jeno being such a rough character, his appearance speaks well about how his day has been.

But when he lays his eyes on you, it’s as if all his pain is replaced with joy and security. “(Y/N)! I haven’t seen you in so long!” The enthusiastic boy rushes over to greet you with a warm smile.

“I’m pretty sure I was here a week ago.” You laugh, but welcome him in your arms for a tender friendly hug and pat his head out of habit.

“It’s been a week?! That’s so long.” Jeno narrows his eyes at Jaemin and flicks his forehead.

“Ow!” Jaemin exclaims while rubbing the pain away. “You act like she doesn’t go to the same school as us and therefore, can see her any time you want to.” The tone in Jaemin’s voice raises some eyebrows as they all exchange glances to each other before bursting into laughter.

“Like your jealous ass would allow for that?” Haechan remarks and Jaemin doesn’t outwardly react. However, Jaemin’s hand is squeezing you so tight that you’re more than certain he’s bothered by the comment.

“Oh, stop it. You all know I’m Team Jaemin. He does have the most wins this past month.” You only know that through Jaemin’s proud boasting, anything else in the racing world is unknown to you.

Jaemin situates you in between his legs as he slightly sits on the hood of his car. His arms wrap around your middle and chin rests on your shoulder. Public display of affection isn’t a problem for him, and you learned much earlier that Jaemin can’t keep his hands off of you.

Renjun scoffs at your whimsical fact, in absolute disbelief. “It hurts more hearing you say it. I’m getting my car upgraded, but once it’s done, I’m going to blaze his ass on the tracks.”

“Are you racing today?” Jeno asks the blue haired fellow that clings onto you like a koala.

“Yeah, against a newbie. Apparently he’s really good, so I’m not too sure I’ll win.” Jaemin mumbles into your hair.

“You say that every time, yet you win!” Renjun crosses his arms, weight shifting to his left leg as he pops his hip out. There is always a sense of competition between anyone with Renjun.

Jaemin perks up behind you and when you turn around in his arms, you’re face to face with a beaming smile. “That’s because I have you.” Eyes lock with yours, he isn’t saying that directed to Renjun. Na Jaemin has you wrapped around his pinky, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach are too hard to ignore.

“Alright, lovebirds. Get in your car and let’s start this shit.” Haechan groans and claps his hands to draw the crowd’s attention. Cupping them around his mouth, he roars into the starry night, “let’s roll!”

During the race, Jaemin’s number one priority is to keep you safe. While you’ve sat in his car for a number of times now, it’s different once the loud bang goes off and he’s hitting 100 mph. Tonight’s track is much more dangerous, with twists and turns that can have the vehicle flying weightlessly if he’s not careful.

“You trust me, right?” Jaemin has both hands on the wheel and the engine rumbling as you both anticipate the start of the race.

Spectators watch on the sidelines as if it’s the ultimate battle, but Jaemin doesn’t pay them much mind. He’s more concerned about you instead. “Of course. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be sitting here right now. You’ve proven yourself that you’re an excellent driver, so let’s win this.”

Jaemin smirks at your encouraging words, feeling a warmth spread across his chest. “I’ll tap out any time you want me to, okay?”

You nod and the initial whip of the car is so intense that you didn’t even register the sound off. It’s not your first race, but it’s been awhile since the last one. When you adjust to the pressure, the lanes in front of you cause a slight queasiness in your stomach.

It’s a two lane windy road that wraps around the mountain side and Jaemin happens to be in the outer lane. All it takes is a second of lost control and you two will hit the metal railings that guard the cliff below. Despite your inner panic, Jaemin guides you through the pooling anxiety that leaves you restless.

“(Y/N), look up and out the window. We’re coming up on the cliff side view, I’ve always wanted to bring you here.” Your eyes land on the dazzling glitter that dances on the ripples of the lake. It’s so vast, the moon high up in the sky is reflected on the water below. It’s a romantic scene of melancholy and bliss. Suddenly, you feel at peace in the middle of this high speed race.

“It’s beautiful, Jaem.” You whisper calmly and he’d reach for your hand to hold, but races take too much wheel control. And he’d turn to look at you, but races take too much concentration on the road ahead.

But throughout every obstacle, he hears the gentleness and the solidarity in your cadence in the midst of all the high stress. He, too, feels peace. He feels calm knowing that you’re simply by his side, even in the face of danger. So, he can finally admit to himself… he genuinely developed feelings for you.

Before you know it, you’re thrusted side to side from the sharp turns and the adrenaline kicks in when the other racer catches up right next to Jaemin. “Fuck,” Jaemin curses underneath his breath and steps harshly on the acceleration. “Baby, I’m going to go a bit faster so hold onto something.” He warns and your hand finds the grab handle. It’s neck and neck at this point.

Usually, you squeeze your eyes shut to avoid becoming too overwhelmed by the sights in front of you. Tonight is different, not entirely knowing why, you’re observing every element that circles around the perimeter.

The finish line is up ahead, but there is no sign that the other racer is slowing down. Then, you see it: the fatal mistake that can cost you both of your lives if you didn’t catch it. “Jaemin, watch out!” You yelp when the other car inches dangerously close, your warning allows Jaemin to make a controlled swerve away from a possible hit.

Jaemin shakes his head and tsks at the recklessness. “Now I know why he’s good. It’s foul play.” He blows his bang out of his eyes and casually says, “thank you for warning me. This is why I need you by my side.”

He makes it to the finish line barely before the other, winning the race by half a second. Jaemin brakes smoothly, tire marks scrapping the concrete below, and you both exit the car to celebrate with everyone else.

But before the mass of eager shouting men make their way over to you two, Jaemin hurries to your side to pull you into a steamy, rewarding kiss. The scene is just like the movies; his hand on your lower back and yours on his chest lightly. His lips taste like triumph, like he had won more than just a simple race against a random stranger. He’s won the best person he could ever have.

You two fled the scene after cussing out the other racer. It was a rare sight to see: Jaemin being all bothered and angry, practically fuming after scrambling back into the driver’s seat. However, your mind had mischievous plans of its own and all it took was one look from his hooded eyes for you to announce that you wanted him --- badly.

Back in your usual abandoned parking lot, Jaemin pauses before following you to the back seats. With the engine off and the dead of the night being absolute silent, the tension remains thick around you two. “(Y/N),” Jaemin is about to confess something he never thought he’d admit. He turns to you sitting in the middle seat with just your panties on and a curious look on your face.

His heart burns and despite being so incredibly aroused, he controls his urges enough to be able to say, “I’m into you.”

“I know you’re into me, that’s how we ended up like this in the first place.” You giggle cluelessly to his words, still not understanding the odd shift in mood and intentions. It’s always his unclear, messy intentions.

Though he can’t entirely figure out his puzzle pieces, he has plenty to connect the dots. “I like you. I want to be in a relationship with you and call you my girlfriend.”

You’re stunned. Did Jaemin just confess to you as you sit in your panties ready to fuck? This softness is different from the sides you’ve seen of him. It’s similar to a lost bunny, wandering grasslands to find a purpose. He looks so fragile, one intense stare and he’d crumble. This softness is vulnerability.

“So do it.” The boldness catches him off guard, but switches on the dominance in him. “If you want me, come show it.”

He climbs over the middle console to push you into the leather seats. “Not acting shy anymore, are you?” Practically ripping your shirt off of you, he cups your breast lightly and flicks at your nipples. Your immediate reaction results in a rush of wetness down your core.

“Before I forget,” sitting up, you share a passionate kiss that you’ve held back long enough. You give it every ounce of feeling you have for him. “If it isn’t obvious enough, I like you too.”

“It’s obvious, baby.” Kissing your nose, he wraps a hand around your throat to lightly push you back down. “But hearing you say it out loud makes me happy.” Jaemin smirks, hand still choking you gently and pampering your jawline with soft kisses.

His free hand reaches down into your dripping panties, circling your clit with your wetness. The sensation causes you to whimper for more. “Daddy, give it to me.” You wiggle in his palm, knowing that the nickname is more than effective.

“My sweet (Y/N) wants to get fucked?” Jaemin rolls your underwear off and rids himself of his own bottoms.

“Yes, please.” Through the darkness, his hard dick stands proudly. Jaemin lines himself up as he thrusts into you without another second of hesitation. He waits for you to adjust to his size, his tip barely grazing your sweet spot. “Fuck…”

“You take me so well, my pretty baby.” Jaemin starts moving his hips, slowly at first to build a rhythm. Taking your legs, he presses them into your chest to fuck you at a deeper angle. And you feel him practically in your guts, his cock pumping against your walls deliciously and bumping into your g-spot. “Do you want more of me?”

Your train of thought is in utter shambles and whatever Jaemin is saying to you barely processes. You’re overwhelmed by a pleasure that fills every system, every part of your body. To answer him, you let out an incoherent noise of approval.

Jaemin pulls your hips down while thrusting forward into you, maximizing every inch of his strokes. This single action causes you to scream and grip onto the headrest. “Who knew my sweet girl could be so fucking dirty?” Jaemin chuckles darkly, his cadence dropping several decibels. “When I first met you, I wanted to ruin you.”

All of his filthy words edge you closer to your release as he continues to repeat his previous motion. He holds your hips in place to grind into you, the feeling of his tip rubbing your walls has your eyes rolling back. “Do you want to cum, (Y/N)?”

“Yes!” You yell, the tight ball in your lower abdomen is bound to break any minute. “I want to cum so badly, please.” You beg and moan, the arch in your back lifts you from the seat of the car. Jaemin snaps his hips into you, drilling you quickly to reach your high. And you break. An euphoric cry fills the air as your walls clench around his length. You hear the extra wetness create a slick noise, but Jaemin isn’t done with you yet.

“You wanted to cum so fucking badly. I’ll reward you with one more for being such a good girl for me.” His thumb flicks at your clit and you convulse into spasms from the sensitivity. Your violently shaking legs can’t hold themselves up anymore and Jaemin rests them on his shoulders. He lines kisses along your ankle as the pleasure overtakes you.

“I don’t think I can do it.” You whine, your fingers twisting and toes curling.

“You are going to try, okay baby?” He coos, but it’s most definitely a demand. He sits back on his knees to pick up more speed, fucking endlessly into your swollen pussy and thumb rubbing fast strips against your bud.

“I’m going to snap, Jaem.” You cry, tears rimming your eyes and before you know it, a second wave hits you. Your second orgasm is ruinous and has you squirming around to regain some sense of control.

“Oh fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Jaemin slows down as your walls grip around him again, tighter this time. “I’m going to fill you up with cum,--- watch it drip out of you.” He grunts while releasing into you, his dick twitching and spraying your insides with white.

He pulls out as hot, white cum spills from your pussy. You take this moment to catch your breath and relax your legs. However, Jaemin coats his two fingers and shoves the cum back into you. “Jaemin!” You exclaim at the sudden intrusion.

He curls them into your plushy walls and finger fucks you into another oblivion. “Wait, again?” Your hands wrap around his wrist, but Jaemin moves too fast for you to catch it.

You’re a moaning mess again, louder than before. Jaemin leans down and flicks his tongue against your overstimulated bundle of nerves. Your back arches automatically and a low animalistic scream rises from your throat.

He observes your body lines underneath the moonlight and the last remaining light the broken street lamps have to offer. Your face contours and you’re so far out into ecstasy that you don’t notice how intensely Jaemin watches you lose yourself.

“It feels too good!” With one last thrilling orgasm, you almost pass out and you see small stars of dizziness. He soaks up every last bit of your cathartic reaction and festers a small sense of pride that he can make you feel all this pleasure.

“Such a good girl. You’re beyond impressive, baby.” Jaemin pulls his fingers out to lick them clean and finds some wipes to help you out of your sticky situation.  

“Now that you’re my girlfriend, can we cuddle at any time now? Not just as after care.” He peers up at you and the one word enacts a burning warmth to spread across your chest. That is the best nickname he can call you by.

“I think the Singles Girls Only house event is still going on, but after that, yes a million times.” You laugh and wrap your arms around him into a big loving hug.

Jaemin feels right at home. All the long years of living carelessly and wild, he’s finally found someone worth the extra mile. While Jaemin was a thriving adventure to be explored, you were his comfort to run back to.

It is through the intimacy of your backseat chronicles that Jaemin was able to fall deeper for you. You’re his lucky charm, for some reason, he always feels better around you. 

[hollywoodxwhore]

wanted - part 11

Colson x Original Female Character x Pete

Y'all...why can't I stop writing detailed smut? That's all this part is. Self-indulgent, detailed smut. I would apologize but I know y'all are as filthy as I am. 😂 Next part will further the story...I promise!

Warnings: Smut (18+), swearing

“Oh fuck, just like that-” I gasp, hands burying in his soft, brown hair, urging his face against my pussy. He hums against me and I arch my back. Everything is hazy but so good. I lift my head to watch him, and as I do, he looks up at me with those warm brown eyes, smirking at me. 

“Good girl,” Pete moans before he buries his face against me again. 

I gasp loudly as I jerk awake, panting like I just woke up from a nightmare. The sheets are clinging to me and I wrestle them off my sweaty, naked body. Beside me, there’s movement, and I look over, remembering all at once that Colson spent the night. Colson. My boyfriend. 

Guilt twists my stomach so hard that it hurts and I roll off the bed, hurrying into the bathroom. My entire body is slicked with sweat and I grimace, turning away from the mirror and starting the shower.

After a quick shower, I feel better physically, but emotionally, I’m just as fucked. Another dream about Pete. Why is this happening? I’m falling in love with Colson, so why is Pete still taking up space in my head? 

Quietly, I sneak back into the bedroom. As I do, Colson sits up to look at me. “Hey,” he says sleepily, and my heart squeezes with adoration for the messy-haired man curled up in my bed. “You okay?”

I nod. “Sorry,” I say sheepishly. “Had a nightmare and woke up sweating.”

“Better now?” he asks. I nod and climb back into bed, into his open arms. He kisses my forehead. “Do you have nightmares a lot?”

I bite my lip. “Kind of,” I say. He has no idea that his definition of a nightmare is much different than mine. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks.

Part of me does. But I don’t want to ruin this, this blissful moment. The fun of a new relationship, the warmth of Colson’s arms. It already feels too good to be true. I tell myself there’s only room in my heart for one person, and it’s Colson. He’s chosen me and I’ve chosen him. This is good. 

“No, I just want to go back to sleep,” I tell him.

“Of course.” His voice is sleepy and deep and when he kisses me, it’s like a shot of Nyquil. I’m immediately tired and relaxed, and I fall asleep on his chest. 

That night, we all end up at Colson and Pete’s house while snow flurries flutter outside, caking the trees and streets with a light dust of sparkling snow. We’re in the living room, curled up on the sectional with mugs of hot chocolate. The fireplace emits a warm glow. The evening is the epitome of coziness. 

My feet, wrapped in warm socks, lay across Colson’s lap, his thumb massaging into the arch every so often. It’s nice being affectionate with him. It wasn’t all that long ago that I was begging him to act like I existed in front of our friends, and now he’s my boyfriend. It’s still pretty hard to believe. 

“So, can we please discuss this?” Alicia says, gesturing between me and Colson.

Colson laughs, wrapping his hand gently around the back of my neck. “What about it?” he asks.

Alicia rolls her eyes. The attention is on us fully now. “You know what,” she says.

Colson grins at me, his eyes locked to mine when he says, “Well, Alex is my girlfriend.” The room erupts in joyful sounds and Sophie launches herself into my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck for a tight hug. Soon, the other girls are shoving Colson out of the way to join in the group hug and Colson falls to the floor beside Rook, laughing. They do their little handshake. Even wrapped in the giant huddle of girls, I can see Colson’s face glowing with joy. I smile, warmth filling my chest. This is how it’s supposed to be, I think. This is what I deserve. 

“Alright, let me sit next to my girlfriend again,” Colson insists, shooing the girls back to their respective spots. He sits down and pulls me into his lap, kissing my shoulder as his arms wrap around my waist. I can’t believe how publicly affectionate he is. He grabs my chin and turns my face so I can give him a kiss. I’m smiling when he pulls back. 

“Aight, so Sophie bought this stupid-ass game,” Slim says, and Sophie leans over to smack his arm. “Ow!” he yells. 

“It’s not stupid,” Sophie huffs. “It’s fun. It’s basically just a bunch of questions.”

“Sounds corny,” Slim says. “Get it set up. Come on.”

We laugh and Sophie unpacks the cards, making neat stacks. “So there are two stacks here,” she explains. “One is the nice stack and one is the naughty stack. We basically just go around and answer the questions.”

“How do you win?” Pete asks, brow furrowing in confusion.

“I don’t think you do,” Sophie says with a shrug. “It’s just for fun.”

“Alright, Soph, you go first,” Colson says.

Sophie lifts a card from the nice stack and reads aloud, “What day would you relive if you could?” She debates for a moment. “Probably the time my family went to America for the first time. We spent all day on the beach and got super sunburned but it was so much fun.”

“Nice,” Logan says, kissing her cheek. He grabs a card from the nice pile. The first few people do the same, but when it gets to Colson, he bravely chooses from the naughty stack. 

“Dominant or submissive?” he reads. “Is it asking which one I am? Dominant, easy,” he says, tossing the card onto the table. His hand wraps around my waist and I lean forward to grab a card, flustered. Whenever Colson even vaguely mentions sex, it affects me. We’ve slept together only once and I already can’t wait for it to happen again.

I clear my throat and read the card. “What are your thoughts on polyamorous relationships?” I read, cheeks flushing. “Um,” I say quietly. “I guess I don’t know enough about them to form an opinion.”

“Would you ever be in a poly relationship?” Alicia asks.

I try to play it cool, but all I can think about is the shared space in my heart that Colson and Pete both occupy. Would there be a way to have both of them? I know poly relationships are seen as controversial and not everyone is into them. Pete and Colson would obviously both need to want one for it to work. It’s highly unlikely. 

“Sure,” I say with a casual shrug. I feel Colson’s eyes and I turn to him, a little nervous to gauge his reaction, but all he does is smirk softly. 

By the time it’s Pete’s turn, the nice stack has been all but forgotten. He picks up a naughty card. “Favorite sex position,” he reads. “Doggy. Easy.” I try my best to focus on the game and Baze when he reads his card, but all I can picture is myself on my hands and knees while Pete is behind me, grabbing my hips. Jesus. I need to stop this. 

“I’m running to the bathroom,” I whisper to Colson, then hop off his lap and head down to his bedroom, going into his attached bathroom. Once I’m safely behind the closed door, I lean on the counter and swear. I hang my head and close my eyes, feeling guilty and sick to my stomach. It feels like I’m cheating on Colson by having this attraction to Pete. Tears sting in my eyes but I jump when there’s a knock at the door. 

“Alex?” Colson calls softly from outside. “Can I come in?”

“Y-yeah,” I stammer, trying to steady my breathing.

Colson lets himself inside, brow furrowing when he sees me. “Are you okay?” he asks. I bite my lip. My cheeks are flushed and my heart is racing and there’s an ache between my legs. Suddenly, Colson smirks, huffing a small laugh. “Wait. Are you horny?”

“No,” I say, crossing my arms in embarrassment.

Colson comes closer, tucking my hair behind my ear. His smirk widens to a playful grin. “You sure?” he asks. “Don’t be shy, now. Those questions get you in the mood?”

“Being near you gets me in the mood,” I mutter, still bashful about all of this. I’ve never been in a place where I could openly talk about my desires with someone who can fulfill them. 

“Why are you being shy?” he asks, endearment in his voice. His thumb strokes over my cheek as I look up at him. I don’t answer, so he backs me up into the wall. “You’re so gorgeous, you know that?”

All I can do is look up at him, trying to steady my breathing as he nudges my thighs apart with his knee. My breath hitches when his thigh presses between my legs, and my eyelashes flutter when he lifts his leg slightly to rub against me. Colson’s mouth opens and he leans in, curling a hand gently around my throat. “You know what, baby?” he murmurs.

“Hm?” I reply, half-moaning. It’s hard to focus on his words when he’s slowly moving his thigh between mine. 

“I love that I was the one to fuck you again when it had been so long.” His voice is low as he speaks against my lips, my shaking hands coming to rest on the back of his neck. “I love that I’m the one who gets to keep fucking you. Who gets to show you how fucking good sex can be.” His mouth seals around my neck and I whimper, closing my eyes. 

“Colson.” My voice is barely more than a squeak, legs trembling around his thigh. “Please-”

“Please what, baby?” he murmurs, dragging kisses across my throat to the other side of my neck. His warm hands slip beneath my shirt, resting on my bare waist. My breath is shallow as his big hands move up slowly before landing on my bra, squeezing my breasts gently. 

“Fuck me,” I whine, back arching. Colson hums against my neck and then turns me around. My hands land on the wall as he grips the waistband of my leggings and pulls them slowly down my legs. I step out of them and bite my lip. One of Colson’s hands grips my hip and the other finds its way between my thighs, stroking teasingly over my panties. I suck in a breath and close my eyes, so turned on it hurts at this point. “Oh fuck,” I gasp.

“God, I want you so bad,” Colson rasps, rubbing harder and causing me to moan. “Come here.” He spins me around and lifts me into his arms, kissing me as soon as my legs wind around his waist. He carries me into his bedroom and lays me out on his bed. I move over so he can lie down too, but instead of getting on top of me like I expect, he lies on his back, head on his pillow. 

I climb into his lap and bend down to kiss him, grinding myself into him. “Colson,” I moan, rolling my hips.

“Alex,” he breathes, curling a hand into my hair. “Have you ever sat on anyone’s face before?”

My cheeks redden and I shake my head. “No.”

“Let me be your first,” he says almost pleadingly. His hands slip into my underwear. “Take these off.” I hurriedly get off the bed to do what I’m told. “Shirt and bra too,” he demands, pulling his own shirt over his head. Once I’m naked, his eyes drag slowly up and down my entire body. A little embarrassed, I bite my lip and look away. 

“Hey,” he says, and I lift my eyes to his. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Can’t believe you’re all mine.”

All his. Guilt twists my stomach but I push it out of my head as I climb back on top of him. He helps to move my body up the bed until I’m hovering over his face. “Come here,” he says, voice dripping with desire as his big hands grab my ass and pull me down. My thighs flex as I try to balance, not wanting to put all my weight on him. 

He grunts in annoyance. “Stop trying to hold yourself up,” he demands. 

“I don’t want to crush you,” I say.

Colson pushes my hips back a little so I can see his face. “If your cunt suffocates me and I die, then it’s worth it.” His voice is so serious but I can’t help the laugh that bursts out of me. Colson smiles, too, and fuck, I’m really falling for this man. 

More relaxed now, I move myself up over his face again, and this time, I let myself fully relax. Colson moans, pleased, and immediately his mouth has me seeing stars. “Oh god,” I moan, gripping his headboard tightly. My legs start to shake again, and involuntarily, I roll my hips. 

Colson moans against me and it sounds like a curse word, but I can’t quite tell. All I know is that he grabs my ass and moves me, mimicking my own movement seconds earlier. I get the idea and start to grind myself against his mouth. Before long, my breathing is shaky and I can feel my arousal dripping down my thighs and Colson’s face. Maybe I should be embarrassed, but I can’t. It feels too fucking good for me to care. And by the way Colson is squeezing his cock through his sweats, I’m pretty sure he likes it, too. 

Soon, the pleasure intensifies and my walls start to flutter, signaling that I’m about to come. I tell Colson as much, words breathy, and push one shaking hand into his hair. He moans encouragingly against me, squeezing my ass to help me move, and with a broken gasp, my hips jerk as I come. “Colson, fuck,” I whine, rolling my hips jerkily against his face as I ride it out. 

Shakily, I move off of him to lie beside him instead and he shakes his head, slowly wiping off his face. “Nothing like feeling you come in my mouth, god,” he moans, looking over at me. “Think you can handle me fucking you?”

“Yes, Col, please,” I beg. Colson shoves his sweats and boxers down and covers my body with his own, leaning down to kiss me. 

“Do you want me to use a condom?” he asks.

I shake my head, pushing back his hair. “It’s okay,” I say. “Unless you want to.”

“Whatever you’re comfortable with,” he says. 

I smile and reach between us, pulling the head of his dick to my sensitive clit, urging him to make good on his promise to fuck me. “Oh fuck,” Colson moans, brow furrowing as he looks between us. He takes his cock from me and slides it up and down my pussy, gathering my arousal as lubricant before slowly pushing into me. It’s a tight squeeze again, and I flinch a little at the stretch, but it’s not necessarily a bad feeling. 

Once his hips press to mine, Colson pauses to breathe. “You okay, baby?” he asks. 

“Y-yeah,” I manage, wrapping my arms around him as he starts to move. He kisses my neck, slow thrusts turning into deeper, more languid strokes. “Colson,” I whimper, pulling his hair gently so he’ll look at me. “Can we try a different position?”

Colson’s eyes sparkle. “Of course,” he says, pulling out of me gently. I turn over, getting on my hands and knees, and look at him over my shoulder. “Jesus,” he mutters, stroking a hand down my back and over my ass. “We do this, I’m not lasting long. Doggy gets me every fucking time.”

“Fine with me as long as you fuck me again later,” I say, sounding unrecognizable to my own ears. This is just what Colson does to me. 

“You’re perfect,” he moans, holding my hips as he pushes back inside of me. I gasp when he bottoms out, feeling him deeper than I thought possible. “Shh, baby,” he murmurs, bending over me to kiss my shoulder. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

I nod and my eyes close as he starts to move. I’m shocked at how good it feels and my legs start to tremble. “Shit,” I whine, back arching deeper. 

“Fuck yeah, arch that fucking back,” he grits. 

“Colson, harder,” I beg. I lose my breath as Colson starts fucking me harder, my chest falling to the bed. It feels so good, too good, and I think to slide my hand beneath me, fingers finding my clit. “Fuck, y-yeah,” I whimper, closing my eyes.

“Yeah, touch yourself baby,” Colson groans, fucking me faster. “Want to feel you come on my cock again.”

I realize quickly that I’m going to make his wish come true. I’ve never been so close so quickly before, and all I can do is hold my breath as my orgasm hurtles towards me. My knees slide up the bed a little as I come, unable to hold myself still. 

“Oh fuck, Alex,” Colson moans as I writhe against him, his hands moving desperately over my hips to keep me close. My walls seize around his cock, my own orgasm triggering his, and he pulls his hips back. I feel warmth drip onto my back and ass a few seconds later, the sounds of Colson’s moans melodic.

I pant, legs turning to jelly as I fall onto my stomach, eyes closing. I whimper softly from the aftershocks. Colson gets up and grabs a towel, cleaning me off gently. He helps me up and I stumble into the bathroom to pee and clean up.

When I get back into the bedroom, I’m depleted. I collapse onto Colson’s bed and hum happily as he pulls me in. “Do we have to go back out there?” I mumble. 

Colson chuckles. “Nah. They know exactly what we’re doing.”

I groan, embarrassed. “You think so?”

Colson smirks but tries to hide it. “You’re not exactly quiet, babe,” he points out.

My cheeks redden. “It’s not my fault! You did it on purpose,” I accuse.

Colson laughs, holding his hands up in surrender. “Damn right, I did.”

“Ass,” I say, swatting at his chest, but I’m laughing. Who cares? I’m happy. I’ve had my fair share of hearing my friends fuck. They can hear me for once. 

“Hey,” he says. “Isn’t your birthday coming up?”

I nod. “Yep. Like, a week from now.”

“Shit,” Colson says, looking up at the ceiling. “I have to figure out what to get you.”

I giggle. “Don’t get me anything. Just spend time with me,” I say. 

Colson smiles and kisses me. “I can do that,” he says. “But I’m still getting you something.” 

I sigh dramatically. “I can’t stop you, I guess.”

Colson smirks and kisses me again, one big hand cupping my cheek. I hum happily, chasing the kiss as he pulls back, so he kisses me again. I really can’t get enough of him. Finally, he pulls back and studies my face. “I just can’t understand how you’ve been single all this time,” he murmurs.

I shrug. “Guess I was waiting for the right person,” I say without really thinking. For a second, I’m embarrassed, wishing I could take it back, but the expression on Colson’s face is so soft and sweet that I realize all at once it was the exact right thing to say. 

“Me too,” Colson says, stroking my hair.

“When I first met you,” I say, tracing some tattoos on his chest, “Soph told me you didn’t really date. Is that true?”

Colson shrugs. “I find it hard to open up to people,” he says. “You’re really the only girl I’ve opened up to, maybe ever.” I bite back a smile, proud. “I mean, that’s not to say I wasn’t…getting around.”

“Gotcha,” I say.

“Does that bother you?” he asks.

I shake my head. “As long as you were being safe and everything was consensual, why would I care?”

Colson shrugs. “I don’t know. It always feels like such a big deal, your “body count” or whatever.” He puts the words in air quotes. “Everything was consensual. I’m clean. I don’t see why it’s such a big deal.”

“It’s not,” I say. “Sex is fun. I can’t believe I’m just discovering that.”

“You’ve barely even explored it yet,” Colson says, shaking his head.

I laugh softly. “Why is this so intriguing to you?” I ask.

“Because I feel like everything we do is a first for you,” he says. “Do you know how fucking cool that is for me? Showing you things you’ve never experienced? It’s amazing, Alex.” 

“Yeah. You’re right,” I agree after a moment. “I’m happy it’s you, Colson.”

“Me too,” he says, smiling. I drape my arm over his stomach and squeeze him. 

“Hey, question,” I say.

“Shoot.”

I chew my lip, heart pounding a little harder. I hope he can’t hear or feel it. “Have you ever had a threesome?” I ask.

Colson chuckles. “Yeah,” he says. “Why?”

I shrug, cheeks warming. “It just sounds fun,” I say. 

“You’d have a threesome?” Colson asks, raising a brow. 

“Why not?” I say.

“You surprise me every single day, Alex,” Colson says, shaking his head. 

“Would you have a threesome with me and someone else?” I ask.

“Sure,” Colson says. “I’m possessive, but not like that. There are boundaries in threesomes. Clear communication before the fact.”

“That makes sense,” I say. I feel a little guilty, bringing it up to him. But the thought of him and Pete taking advantage of me, having their way with me…shit. It’s enough to warrant my thighs squeezing together. 

I just have to figure out how to make it happen.

[luimagines]

He Accidentally Hurt You Pt. 1

Masterlist

Takes place while in the group, written as a platonic relationship.

this one got away from me entirely, so I had to split it up

Warrior

“I’m telling you, we need to head west!”

“And head straight into enemy territory? I don’t think so!”

“Wild’s right, Warrior. We can’t just sit around here and wait for them to come to us or the people of the town. We’re the only ones who can do something about it.” 

“Need I remind the both of you that we’re all tired as hell as well? We have no potions or healing items, our weapons haven’t been tended to in over a week because of the constant fighting and everyone has an injury in one way or another. We can’t afford to keep going at this rate. We’re lucky enough to have enough food as it is.”

You glanced at the W Trio. Wild, Wind and Warrior.

They’ve been going over the map and strategies for the past hour and it’s getting tiring. That normally would have fallen to Time and Twilight to talk to Warrior about it but they went ahead as the currently strongest of all to secure the perimeter.

It hasn’t been going great.

You sighed and stood up, making your way over to where they were.

Warrior was getting worked up and his gestures became more agitated and pronounced.

They needed to stop.

“Ok, guys, take five and a breather.” You started before your head snapped backwards.

The arguing stopped instantly.

“Oh for Din’s sake! Are you ok?.” Hands covered your own as you felt your face trying to pry them off to get a read on the damage done. “Oh course this has to happen.”

You took a step back and plugged your nose for good measure.

Wild and Wind both look tense and looked between the two of you, expecting something to blow up in their faces.

“Well that was unnecessary.” You spoke after a tense beat.

Warrior bit his lip, warring within himself to both step forward to comfort you and too afraid of pushing your boundaries more than he already has. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there. Does it hurt?”

“I’ll live if that’s what you’re asking me.” You raised an eyebrow. “I was going to say that you should all take a break and leave it for a while. Maybe take a nap and come back to it once Twilight and the Old Man can have a say. Because yeah, we’re all tired as hell. I don’t think you liked the idea though.”

Warrior had the decency to look ashamed. “That was unintentional.”

“Regardless, I think I’m bleeding.” You smirk. “You’ve got quite the arm Captain. Last time I checked, a backhanded slap was usually reserved for-”

“Please don’t make this any worse.”

You laughed.

Wind

“Wind! Get down from there!” You called up the tree.

Mr. Sticky Fingers had taken something important from you, not that he knew what it was and you didn’t plan on telling him it’s importance since it was mostly sentimental value but the kid turned it into a game instead.

“I’m not going to climb after you Pirate!”

“I guess it’s mine then!” He taunted back.

You glared at his smirking face and snapped your head to the group. “Excuse me Wild Child, care to lend a hand? You’re the best tree climber among us and I’d really like to get my item back.”

Wild looked up and spotted Wind in the tree. He shrugged and stood up, making his way over. “I can make that climb. Sure.”

“Uh oh.” Wind huddled into himself on the nearest branch before making a mad dash through the tree.

Wild followed closely and you stepped under the tree to get a better view of the chase. The multitude of branches and leave and twigs made it hard to see through and you didn’t see make the executive decision to jump down.

And it seemed as if he didn’t see you either. 

You both landed on the ground, a sickening crack following shortly. Your cry of surprise quickly turning into one of pain.

Wind jumped off of you as if you burned him but stayed close, handing your item back as if that would fix the problem.

The boys crowded you instantly. Hyrule led the charged followed by Twilight and Time. Warrior pulled Wind aside to give them room, Wild jumped down from the tree and Legend chose to stand closer to Hyrule to get a look over his shoulder. Four and Sky held back, concerned faces mirroring each other.

“I think you broke my arm.” You gritted through your teeth.

“I didn’t.... I didn’t mean-” Wind spoke up but bit his lip, cutting himself off. He knew there was no saving him.

“What on earth was so important that it had to come to this?” Time glared at the both of you. You would have felt a little more embarrassed because it was easily avoidable but at the same time, it was your dominant arm and now you struggled to sit up.

“Wind took an item of mine and refused to give it back. To keep me from getting it back, he climbed up a tree and I asked wild to help me out. The kid jumped on me and this happened. End of story.” Hyrule looked up at you questionably before snapping the bones back into place. A scream tore through your throat before you could stop it. “‘RULE! A little warning next time?!”

He grinned sheepishly. “Sorry. It’s better if you aren’t expecting it.”

“What’s so special about that item anyway, if you don’t mind me asking?” Sky came a little closer to rub comforting circles on your back. Hyrule took that as his cue to begin healing the injury properly. “Is it magic?”

Pain clouded your judgment slightly. “No, not exactly.”

“What is it then? It doesn’t look like anything special.” Legend gripped the tip of it and you pulled it closer to your chest, away from the others. “It’s defiantly not magic.”

“Not in the traditional sense.” You agreed. The pain was slowly fading away now, but with the quickening of the healing process, it looked worse than it did before. You turned your eyes away from the black and blue mess.

“It’s... the last gift my mother ever gave to me.” You admitted. “It’s a special kind of magic that only means something to me.”

“The sentimental kind.” Four smiled sadly.

You nodded in agreement. “But it’s not like it does anything. It’s only a token really. However... I’d rather die then let anything happen to it.”

The group stood around you silently, taking in the information.

“I’m sorry.” Wind stood before you. “I didn’t-”

You held your good hand up. “It’s not broken, I knew you would never try that and I got it back. I’m not even mad, just don’t do it again.”

He looked worse after your words, as if it was the worse news you could have told him. You knew the feeling. You felt like maybe it would help him feel better to get yelled at or something equivalent of a punishment but it wasn’t in your nature.

Once that mess was cleared up, he stayed to close to you but was unusually quiet.

You made it a point to make sure that he knew you were still on good terms by the end of the day.

Wild

“I wonder if theses are ok to eat.” You mutter to yourself. Poking at a berry bush that was near your camp, you heard (and felt) your stomach rumble. “Wild would probably know. Hyrule might know as well but....”

THWIP

Something was imbedded in your leg.

“OH MERCY ME!” You fell over, narrowly avoiding the berry thorn bush and looked down. “FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY-  WHAT IN THE WORLD-!”

An arrow.

An arrow was just... sticking out of your leg.

Rustling came from the bushes beyond and out popped a twig and leaf covered head of hair. A scarred face came next that expressed confusion to immediate concern and shock. Wild jumped over the bush and made a mad dash to your side.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, I thought you were an animal.” He crouched down by your side and hovered his hands around the offending object.

“Why on earth did you think I was an animal?” You nearly cursed him then and there. 

It hurt. It hurt and hurt and he wasn’t doing anything!

“I heard a growl.” He admitted, a bright blush on his face.

“No, that was me and my stomach. I’m hungry man! I was just checking if those berries were edible.” You growled and tried to move over but your leg wouldn’t cooperate without sending bouts of burning static up to your hip.

“That was a crap shot anyway. It wouldn’t have taken the animal down regardless.” Wild muttered to himself.

“Excuse you but I’m the one who was shot. Take it out!”

“Ok, ok, ok, hold on.” He placed a bracing hand on your leg and grip the arrow in the other. “Deep breath. Ready? One. Two.”

“OUCH! YOU SICK, TWISTED, SON OF A-”

“Here.” Wild handed you a potion. You recognized it as a healing item of his, even if the bottle was wrong and uncorked it, gulping it down with vigor.

“You owe me Champion.” You crossed your arms when you finished, handing the bottle back to him. 

“I’ll cook you something. Anything you want.” He nervously scratched the back of his head. “Those berries aren’t edible anyway.”

You blinked at him and the berries, not pouting at all. Your glare hardened at the plant. “I blame you.”

“The plant?”

“I just wanted to eat something!”

Legend

You couldn’t believe it.

There he was, sleeping in your bedroll.

You were tired as it was and didn’t have the energy to put up with it. Instead of anger though...It was mostly confusion.

Why was Legend asleep in your bed roll?

Was he really that tired that he just didn’t care? Probably. The nightmares were bad the night before and he was working nonstop the whole day.

You couldn’t fully blame him. He probably didn’t even notice.

Still.

You were exhausted as well and you refused to take his spot.

You walked over and shook his shoulder.

BAM

You stumbled backwards and eventually fell over, your hands covering your face. 

Legend sat up blearily and blinked for a solid minute before realizing his fist was still raised. 

“Legend!” You yelled at him. “What the heck man? You can’t punch to save your life!”

“What?”

“That’s my bedroll, dumb bell. I would like to sleep please.” You crossed your arms and stared him down. “Also, I’m telling Twilight you can’t punch for crap.”

Legend pushed himself up and looked beneath him. “Oh. Sorry. Wait. What about my punching?”

”You suck at it.”

He glared at you for a moment before taking a swing in your direction.

You dodged it easily and grinned. “Your form definitely needs work.”

“Shut up!”

Part 2

[sunrisefairy]

Cameras and crushes

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Warning: Alcohol, small mention of death, pure fluffiness 

Summary: Y/N is used to being a background character someone you glaze over but never really notice. But more recently she longed for someone to see her, well she longed for a certain redhead to see her. 

A/N: Wrote this for @theweasleysredhair​​ writing challenge based off the prompt “You remembered?” very proud of this fic so i hope you love it as much as i do. All feedback is welcomed :))))

italics represent a flashback 

Taglist: send me a message if you would like to be added @hufflepuff5972​ @inglourious-imagines​ @klausdatprettyboi​ @georgeweasleyswhre​​

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Y/N is very content with being a background character, she’s quite used to it actually. Growing up with 3 older and much louder brothers she was pretty happy with sticking to the sidelines, letting them be noisy and crazy while she kept to herself. Y/N grew up with mostly boys around her, her mother passed away when she was young. Y/N would always beg her brothers and her dad for stories of her mother, wanting to feel closer to her. Y/N’s dad would fondly retell memories of his beautiful wife, reminiscing on how witty and charismatic she was. He’d mention all the small, quirky things she would do which made him fall hard and fast for her. Y/N longed for that kind of love, she longed for someone to take notice of her in the way her dad did for her mum. Ever since Y/N was a little girl she yearned to be heard and seen but that proved difficult when you’re as shy and quiet as her.

Judging by most of the people in Y/N’s life she seemed to attract the boisterous types, guessing her quiet nature balanced them out. She loved her friends with her entire heart, even if their personalities were the opposite of hers, Y/N wouldn’t change their qualities if she could.

One of her friends, although still lively and vibrant as the others, also had a calm and tranquil side to him. George Weasley. Y/N had only known George for a few years having met at Lee Jordan’s 18th birthday 3 years ago. Somehow that night she had ended up climbing a tree with the tall redhead whom she had only met 30 minutes prior.

“How the hell did you get up to that branch?” Y/N mumbled, trying to figure out how to reach the higher branch where George Weasley was currently sitting, his long legs swinging back and forth as he chuckled at the girl below him.

“I used that branch sticking out there and then swung my leg up to get here.” George points to the branch to the girls left. 

Y/N grunts as she attempts what George said but huffs and pouts her lip feeling defeated, “you forget that I have little legs, unlike you Mr. giraffe.”

George rolls his eyes and stretches his hand out, “try again, I’ll help pull you up.”

Somehow, George manages to pull Y/N up and they sit comfortably next to one another up high in the tree. “There you go little bunny, don’t go falling off now.”

Y/N rolls her eyes at the nickname wishing she had brought her cider up with her feeling very self-conscious and unsure of what to do her shaking hands.

The pair fall into a comfortable silence, watching the party goers below them gathered around a very intoxicated birthday boy chanting as he chugs another beer, “we love to drink with Lee cause Lee is our mate and when we drink with Lee he gets it down in 8…7…”

Their voices drown out as George gently nudges Y/N’s shoulder pulling her attention back to him, “soo, Y/N I hear you’re not much of the talker?”

Y/N blushes hard grateful for the lack of light outside. “No I guess not. Not many are interested in what I have to say.”

George smiles, his eyes not leaving the girl beside him, “well I am. Tell me something.”

Y/N chews on her bottom lip nervously and looks back at the drunk crowd, “like what?”

George shrugs, he didn’t really mind what the conversation was about, he just wanted to hear the pretty girl speak. “I dunno, anything. Tell me about something that makes you happy.”

Y/N racks her brain for something to talk about, her palms getting sweaty from the long silence. Finally, she settles on something that always fills her with joy, her mother.

“Um okay so,” she starts staring at the leaves swaying in the tree, pushing down the anxiety. “Before my mother died she always had this film camera with her, my dad used to joke around saying that she loved this camera more than him,” Y/N chuckles quietly before continuing “She would take photos of the most random things, we have this big box back home filled with all the photos she ever took with that camera.” Y/N pauses, fumbling with her fingers. “I wish we still had the camera. You see after my mum passed, dad had to look after us 4 kids and with only one income coming in, it was pretty tough. For my 12th birthday I reeeaaally wanted a new bike, I’d complained for years that I couldn’t have my brothers old one because it was a gross boy’s bike. So, my dad sold my mums camera to get me a pink one. Kind of wish he didn’t because I would have loved to still have mum’s camera with us.”

Y/N finished and chewed her lip realising speaking about her dead mother probably wasn’t a great conversation piece, but any story of her mother always made her feel warm inside.

George hadn’t taken his eyes off her throughout the whole story, his heart fluttering when her eyes had lit up as she spoke about her mother.

“I’m sorry, probably not what you wanted to hear, it was the first thing that popped into my head.” Y/N mumbled.

George simply shook his head and replied, “you don’t ever have to apologise to me for saying what’s on your mind Y/N. I’ll listen to whatever you have to say.”

For the first time in a while, Y/N felt seen.

Y/N’s phone dings and she pulls it from her pocket to read the message.

-Hey bunny :) so 4 tonight, we’re aiming to get to urs at like 7. does that work for u?

It was from George. Even if she didn’t have his number saved, she’d be able to tell it was from the redhead simply from his choice of nickname. Y/N hated when he called her bunny but George insisted on using the nickname ever since Lee’s 18th mainly because he thought it was cute not that he would tell her that.

Y/N’s heart thumped harder in her chest purely from the fact that George had texted her. Her crush on George had amplified over the years of knowing the boy, feeling both thankful and uneasy at the fact that he had so effortlessly slotted into their tight friendship group mainly because he was always around making Y/N a stuttering mess.

Y/N’s fingers fumble as she types out a response, it was her birthday today and all her friends we’re persistent in throwing her a party. They had agreed to a small gathering at Y/N’s place, Y/N didn’t want them to make such a fuss over it.

-Hey Georgie, 7 is perfect! Cant wait.

-See u then bunny, hope ur ready to get ur drink on ;)

-IDK, after the other weekend I dont think im ready to face alcohol again

-nope! no excuses from u, u only turn 21 once

Y/N chuckles at George’s message and goes back to tidying her house, ready for tonight.

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As soon as it hits 7pm her friends are barging through her front door lugging drinks.

Each of them greet Y/N giving her a hug and wishing her happy birthday.

“We’ll do presents later, first let’s get some drinks into us!” Angelina cheers as she starts to mix some deadly concoction. Alicia connects her phone to the speaker, the living room filling with music.

Y/N jumps as a voice pipes up from behind her, “happy birthday little bunny.”

She turns facing George as he places a brightly coloured wrapped box on the counter with the other presents. He opens his arms, engulfing her into a giant hug. Y/N wraps her arms around his waist, giving him a tight squeeze, “thanks” she mumbles into his chest before pulling away looking up at his warm eyes. They stare at each other for a second before the moment is broken when Fred places something on Y/N’s head.

“A birthday tiara for the birthday girl” Fred states loudly, Y/N glances at the mirror hanging from the wall on her left sees a plastic silver and pink tiara perched upon her head.

“Oh god,” Y/N mumbles adjusting it slightly.

Lee shouts over the music, drawing everyone’s attention over to him. “Okay everyone, the ever lovely Angie has made us each a questionable looking but delicious drink to start the night. So get your butts over here and let’s get this party started!”

A few hours and many, many drinks later, everyone is huddled in the living room, sitting on the couches watching Y/N open her presents. So far, she had gotten some perfume from Angelina, chocolates and a gorgeous photo frame from Alicia and Fred and Lee had gifted Y/N with a bottle of wine and voucher from the little boutique at the corner of her street. Y/N’s cheeks were hurting from smiling so much and her heart swelled at the sweet gifts her friends had gotten her.

“Okay, only one left,” Alicia says, clapping her hands excitedly.

“Probably the best one,” Fred whispers to Lee.

“Of course it’s going to be the best one you idiot,” Angelina says as a matter of fact, overhearing the two boys.

George, who is sitting to Y/N’s right, hands over the brightly colour box, trying to hide his excitement and nerves. “Here you go Y/N, happy birthday.”

The box feels heavy in Y/N’s grasp as she places it in her lap tearing off the wrapping paper. Y/N glances around, noticing everyone’s eager eyes on her. She sees Angelina nudge Alicia’s side smiling at each other knowingly. Y/N furrow her brows, slightly confused then draws her attention back to the box. She ripped off the paper carefully and uncover a brown box, no hints as to what is inside.

“Oh my god, hurry up and open it the suspense is killing me!” Fred says impatiently, George whacks him across the head telling him to shut up.

Y/N take off the lid and immediately her mouth gapes open finally seeing what’s inside. She shakily lifts the film camera out of the box and hold it so gently as if it’s made of diamonds and gold.

Small tears prick in Y/N’s eyes, shocked and surprised at George’s gift, it looks exactly like the one her mother had.

She manages to squeak out a small, “you remembered?” referring to the first conversation they had 3 years prior.

George has a small smile etched onto his lips. “Of course I did, I remember everything you tell me. I take a lot of pride in knowing everything about you actually.” He says, puffing his chest out proudly.

“Yeah like what?” Y/N cradles the camera in her arms.

“Well,” George starts. “I know that you hate the smell tequila because it reminds you of your 18th when you spent most of the night by the toilet. I know that you can’t sleep if the room is dead quiet. I know that you love buying plants but can never seem to keep them alive. I know you never wear matching socks because you think it’s a fun way to spice up an outfit.” He finishes smugly.

Alicia and Angelina let out a small aww in the background reminding Y/N of the 4 other sets of eyes watching her and George right now.

“Well there’s one thing you don’t know about me.”

“Yeah? What’s that then?” George counters.

Y/N doesn’t know where she musters up the courage from to speak the next words, maybe from the alcohol buzzing through her body or finally being sick of keeping this to herself for the past 3 years. Whatever it may be, she’s rather proud of herself, ignoring the way her stomach churns.

“That I have a huge crush on you.”

She expected George to laugh in her face before rejecting her gently. What Y/N definitely didn’t expect was him to cradle her face in his large hands, pressing a sweet but passionate kiss to her pink lips. She squeaks in surprise before melting into the kiss, gripping onto his shirt tightly, scared he would slip away.

Much to Y/N’s dismay George pulls away from the kiss tucking a strand of her hair back behind her ear, “no I knew that too.”

“Wha-how?” Y/N stutters.

The attention is pulled to Alicia as she begins to speak, “it wasn’t much of a secret babe. Everybody knew you were crushing on George. Can’t believe it took either one of you so long to do something about it.”

“Little Georgie here spent months trying to find that camera for you as a way to confess his undying love for you.” Fred reaches over and ruffles his twin’s hair who shoves him off.

“Yep, we were all so bloody excited for you to open his presents so you two can stop pining over each other.” Lee adds downing the rest of his drink then standing up. “Right, now the two love birds have finally confessed their feelings. Who’s up for a round of beer pong? Reigning champion here has yet to be defeated.”

“You’re on Jordan, that ego of yours has gotten large enough.” Fred challenges, everyone moving over to the table to set up for beer pong. Leaving Y/N and George alone on the couch.

George wraps his lanky arm around Y/N’s shoulder pulling her into his side, “I hope you’re enjoying your birthday bunny.”

Y/N grins widely, playing with her new camera before lifting it up and aiming it at George. “best birthday ever Georgie, thank you.” She squeezes the button down, snapping a picture of George who is staring at her like she’s the only person in the world.

Y/N is very content with being a background character, she’s quite used to it actually. But for once she doesn’t mind being the centre of someone’s undivided attention.

[cdroloisms]

hey pspsps i found this thing n twitter and i cant get it out of my head,, so dreams escape right? and sapnap said that he'd be the one who'd take dreams last life rgiht? so imagine if he gets ant, bad and george and tells them "its the final manhunt" (:

im ngl the name of this on my document was “the final manhunt *offkey kazoo*” 

with that, have some good ol’ post-prison c!dream angst! probably not exactly what you asked for, but i hope you like it anyway :D 

tw: implied torture, abuse, dark portrayals of c!sam and c!quackity, suicide/suicide implications, panic attacks, emotional distress, emotional instability, death threats, violence, flashbacks, pandora’s vault/prison arc

When Dream escapes the prison, he is a frothing thing of spite and rage, one part human and ninety-nine parts determination simmered and condensed over high heat; there is anger and then there’s this, the fire that leaps to his eyes and the shaking shreds of a battered heart he holds close to his chest and refuses to let anyone close enough to see. He moves and the server moves with him, tugged along by his iron will and sweat-slick desperation, joining in the brilliant blue whirl of a diamond axe swung recklessly and slammed into the dirt, an aimless fury following each formless drive of the blade into grass and gravel. The air sings danger and the air sings wrong and every step closer brings a ringing scream of away away go away that dances like static electricity against their skin.

Puffy follows, cutlass strapped to her hip and hair tucked messily beneath the rim of her cornet as the group advances - someone had alerted over comms about seeing the escaped prisoner in this direction, and they’d all jumped forward in the hopes that the weeks-long manhunt could finally be ended. Sapnap leads the way, headband whipping behind him as he strides forward, jaw clenched in fierce determination; George brings up the rear, bow in hand, a full quiver of arrows strapped to his back. Puffy’s running alongside Sam, who has been strangely tight-lipped the entire time Dream has been gone, firm in his insistence that the prisoner be detained but saying little else - it’s something that she would pry at, usually, but her head is filled with half-formed regrets and fears and a bubbling undercurrent of anger she’s afraid will come loose if she opens her mouth, so she stays silent as they run ever forward.

Sapnap yells, and her head snaps up - there, in the tall grass of a plains biome lies a flash of orange that must be Dream. The hunters around her speed up and she strains to follow; the other three are clearly experienced, easily falling into step with each other as she scrambles to keep up. Dream’s head snaps over towards them and he begins to sprint, cutting a line through the yellow field as they race to follow. She’s not seen him since the prison break, has only heard the whispers- an orange clothed monster, all bones and skin and uncaged fury, a diamond axe heaved in his arms slamming against anything that comes too close. It’s hard to rationalize this untamed, unrefined dash to the unwavering calm that she had always associated with his style of fighting, his movements much more like the life-or-death escape of a hunted rabbit than any hunter’s dog. It’s hard to rationalize this Dream with the one she knows- but well, she’s gotten used to that.

It took her far too long to admit, but she’s come to realize that she doesn’t quite know Dream at all.

He leads them forward to the shorter grass and harsher dips and planes of a savannah, the sun beating down in slanting heat against the backs of their necks. The ground they’re standing on begins to shatter into steep cliffs and jagged mountains, rough edges of stone climbing into the sky all around them. Sapnap curses, shading his eyes against the sun.

“He’s going up there,” he says, and George sends arrows flying towards the orange dot blurring across the steep face of a nearby mountain. Sam grumbles as Puffy strains to catch sight of him, watching his scrambling movements up the cliff face to the top.

“Then we follow,” he says, pulling a stack of ender pearls from his inventory. “Each person take a few. We’re too close to lose him now.”

The climb is anything but pleasant, the sun right overhead and making sweat gather at her hairline and drip down her face. Even as a sheep hybrid, she struggles to keep pace with the other hunters as they race over thin paths of granite and clamber up near-vertical faces of stone with little problem, clearly practiced as they follow Dream without breaking their sprint. The rock gives way to dirt and tufts of short-shorn grass and Sapnap’s eyes flash.

“Be careful,” he says, looking straight at her. “He’s cornered - that’s when he does risky shit without thinking about the consequences. He knows you’re the least experienced here and there’s a good chance that he’s going to charge you. If that happens, hold your shield and just block. We’ll handle him from there.”

She swallows back the spark of indignation that rises at his words, a bitter scream that they only see her as a liability dying out as she reminds herself that these three had hunted Dream professionally before, had struggled even with two more at their sides. The caution is far from unwarranted.

“I understand.”

Sapnap nods tersely and looks to the other two with a hand movement that she doesn’t understand. The other two immediately start moving, Sam moving to the front, George nocking an arrow as he takes his place at the rear - they’re still shielding her, she realizes with a small spike of annoyance again, shaking her head and drawing her own cutlass as Sapnap leads the way for them to swing up onto the top of the mountain.

It takes her a moment to adjust; the wind, unhindered by the cliffs that had been shielding them seconds before, whips at her face and draws tears to her eyes, makes her hair fly wildly into her face. Through narrowed eyes, she watches as the figure on the other side of the mountaintop scrambles backwards, diamond axe braced in front of him as he backs to the opposite edge.

“Dream,” Sapnap calls, voice deadly calm. “You’re cornered. Stand down.”

Dream shakes his head, lips curling in a wordless snarl. The sound is desperate, almost inhuman, making Puffy’s hair stand on end. As her vision clears, she stops dead in her tracks despite herself - Dream looks awful. She’d expected him to look disheveled after his escape, hadn’t expected much comfort in his stay in the Vault, but the way he looks, now, hollow eyes and gaunt cheeks and skinny, shaking limbs that only barely seem to be able to hold up his weight, bandages covering every visible inch of skin, wrapped messily around his right arm as if done by one hand - she reaches forward unconsciously and Dream flinches back.

“Don’t-” his voice rasps, cracks, falls in on itself as he wets his lips to try and speak again. “Don’t come closer.”

“Prisoner,” Sam growls, stepping forward, and he turns those wild, fever-bright eyes towards the creeper hybrid, flailing backwards and knuckles white from the grip on his axe. His breathing visibly hitches, head whipping back and forth.

“Don’t come closer,” he hisses again, stepping back, and Puffy stills.

“Sam-” she grabs his sleeve. “Sam- don’t. He’s at the edge.”

Dream’s gaze swings to her, and her heart stutters at the uncaged, obvious fear raging in his eyes. He’s backed to the very back edge of the mountain they’re standing on, left foot halfway off, sending dirt skidding over and off of the cliff down down down to the ground hundreds of feet below. The three hunters stop, muscles tensed, and Dream bares his teeth at them but doesn’t back away further.

His shoulders sag as they stand, stagnant, each huddled on their own side of the mountaintop. His gaze is venomous, green eyes burning even in the glaring light of the sun, flicking warily between their faces as he holds the axe between them.

“So you came,” his voice is tight, a slight tremble pulling at the end despite his seeming bravado. “Here to finish the job, huh?”

Sapnap pulls back his shoulders. “I made a promise, Dream.”

Dream laughs, bitter. His left hand releases on the axe handle to come to his chest, grabbing at his right, looking almost like he’s trying to hold himself. His laughter tapers off into something weak and wrecked, and the sound makes Puffy’s heart clench uncomfortably in her chest.

“Figures you’d keep that one,” his head tips up, looking Sapnap in the eye. “What- did your fiance give up? The revive book not worth the effort anymore?”

Sapnap hisses. “Don’t bring Karl into this-”

“Karl?” Dream’s eyes flash, grip tightening on his upper arm. “No- what? Why-”

“Dream.” Sam’s voice is low, something dark buzzing behind his tone, “Don’t-”

Puffy interrupts him with a hand to his shoulder, stepping forward and freezing mid-step when Dream’s head whips to her, eyes widening and foot scraping against the edge of the cliff again.

“Sapnap, Sam, let him talk,” she levels her gaze at Dream, trying to pick out the emotions warring behind those brilliant green eyes. “Not Karl- you’re talking about Quackity then, right?”

Sam hisses, “Puffy, I don’t think this is a good idea-”

Dream laughs.

The sound is grating, awful, making her hands come to her ears. It rips through skin, wraps around bone, seeps into marrow - he’s laughing, axe disappearing into his inventory so he can clutch his face with both hands, the loose sleeves of his prison uniform falling to his elbows to reveal the bandages wrapping all the way up his forearms and disappearing further under the fabric. In front of her, Sapnap falters, grip on his sword loosening; George steps back, eyebrows wrinkled, bow lowering. Dream laughs like the world is ending, and some cold, hardened thing in her chest shatters at the sound.

“You know,” his hands claw at his hair, wrapping around the strands and pulling, “You know you know you know- you have to know. How-” He shakes his head, tugging at his hair harshly and making Puffy wince at the sight, “Don’t- don’t play stupid here.”

“Know what?” George reaches forward, hands empty, palms up like he’s approaching an injured dog. From the way Dream snaps at the sound, hackles raised and teeth bared, he might as well be one. “Dream, what are you talking about?”

Sapnap looks stricken, still, face clouded in a way that Puffy can’t decipher. “Q- don’t play your mind games here, Dream,” despite his words, he sounds uncertain. Puffy hasn’t seen Quackity around for a while, had thought that he was staying at Sapnap and Karl’s new place. From the way Sapnap’s eyes have darkened, it looks like she assumed wrong. “Quackity hasn’t even been around, what does he have to do with any of this?”

Dream shakes his head again, seemingly stuck in his own head, barely even responding to their words. “You know- you know you know you know- Sam knows- you-” His breath hitches, chest heaving, and Puffy blinks. He’s having a panic attack, a clinical, much more calm part of her says as Dream seems to collapse in on himself. “You know. You have to know he wouldn’t- nobody came if you didn’t know then why didn’t you come if you didn’t know then why did Sam let him in you know you know you know-”

“Sam?” George turns to Sam, hands curling into fists and then uncurling again and again, “Do you know what he’s talking about?”

Sam’s expression is unreadable, ignoring George as he looks back at Dream. “Prisoner,” and has he called him by his name, yet? “Come with us calmly and your punishment will be lightened. There’s nowhere to run. Give up.”

Dream keens, a high-pitched whine exiting his lungs, “I won’t- I won’t tell,” his voice cracks, tears clearly running down his cheeks, “I won’t tell you Quackity I won’t-”

“Sam,” Puffy turns to the hybrid. “I think you should go.”

“Puffy-”

“He’s having a panic attack, Sam. He’s hardly going to do anything.” She levels a glare at him, sheathing her cutlass at her side. “I’m perfectly capable of defending myself, and I’ve promised to help anyone having a mental health crisis on the server.” Something dark and traitorous whispers how she’d given up on Dream before, and she pushes it down.

“He’s a danger to everyone on the server.”

“Sam- he’s not fucking breathing right now on the edge of a cliff. He’s not a danger to anyone but himself.”

“She’s right, Sam,” Puffy’s head snaps to George. He’s looking at her, expression hidden behind his glasses, lips pressed together in a small frown. “Puffy, we’ll be waiting. You or Sapnap call if you need back-up.”

She nods tersely, watches as Sam gives in and follows George down the mountain, the hybrid’s red eyes still staring at Dream as he leaves. Sapnap seems distracted, hardly acknowledging their exchange with his eyes fixed on Dream’s crumpled form, emotions clearly warring over his face, and Puffy brushes past him to get to her patient- Dream.

“Dream,” she speaks, not moving forward when his shoulders seize. “Dream, I won’t move closer unless you want me to,” she enunciates the words clearly, watching his face for any flash of recognition or understanding. He shakes his head minutely at her words, arms trembling, but he doesn’t move closer to the edge. “Can you hear me?”

He nods jerkily, and she smooths the palms of her hands on her pants, trying to calm the race of her heart in her chest.

“Good, very good,” years of training, habit, flood her head, pushing away the buzzing unease and fear and tangled knot of dark feelings that linger every time she sees Dream’s face, “I need you to breathe for me, okay? We’re going to inhale for four- there you go,” she counts, watching the shuddering movement of his chest as he struggles to replicate her movements, “Very good, hold for four, there you go- you’ve got this-”

Slowly, painfully, the rattle of his lungs in his chest becomes something quieter, more manageable, no longer rising and falling in desperate arrhythmic wheezes that make her chest hurt in sympathy. She’s still kneeling there, hands palms-up when he looks up at her, eyes wide, a degree of lucidity having returned to them, and for a moment a flash of fear stabs through her heart.

She swallows it down, pulling forward every ounce of professionalism she can muster. “Dream,” she keeps her voice low and soft, biting her lip at the way he freezes, again, at the call of his name. “Dream, can you step away from the edge?”

His hands clutch at the line of grass and dirt that make up the sod overhang, knuckles white. His eyes keep staring in hers, wide and wet and green, and she shushes him softly under her breath.

“It’s ok, take your time,” she breathes, watching as his hand inches forward bit by bit, gaze still fixed on her face, “It’s okay, Duckling.”

She blinks, and there’s a whirl of orange flying towards her chest; Sapnap shouts behind her, and panic blooms in her head too quickly for her to pick out anything but a desperate little oh god I’m going to die-

The blow never comes.

Instead, she looks down, heart in her throat, at a sobbing, shaking lump pressed against her chest, head buried in the crook over her neck as dirty, tangled hair falls in waves over her shoulder. She freezes, watching as his shoulders shake, hands tangled in her shirt sleeve, barely able to hear the words he’s saying over his wails and her heart thudding in her ears.

“Please don’t bring me back,” he pleads, voice cracking, “Please- please I don’t wanna go back please tell Sapnap to make it quick please I can’t go through another Quackity visit please Puffy don’t let them send me back-”

“Dream-”

“I’ll- I won’t fight, I pr’mise, Sapnap can keep his promise it’s okay I won’t fight anymore I’m-” he keens, high-pitched and mangled, into her shoulder, “I’m so tired Puffy.”

“Duckling,”

“Don’ make me go back, please.”

Puffy pulls him back, presses her hand on his cheek, murmuring softly. And- maybe she shouldn’t be doing this, maybe Dream’s a danger just like Sam said, maybe she’ll come to regret helping him the same way she had before - but right now he’s in pain and he’s crying and he’s closer than he’s been in so, so long and all she can see is her duckling, hurting, her duckling, home.

“Dream,” she brushes her thumb against his cheek, smooths a lock of hair behind his ear. “What happened in there?”

And he begins to speak.

[heroloverangel]

Cloud City

We interrupt your regularly-scheduled filth for some surprise Sad Boy Hours.

You’re six years old when Oboro Shirakumo drops into your life. Quite literally, in fact.

It’s your first day of school, and you’re terrified. Your family only moved to this city a few weeks ago, and you haven’t had a chance to meet any of the other kids in the neighborhood. So here you stand in the school yard, shyly watching from behind a tree as your new classmates play together. You’re lonely, but too nervous to approach them. Your tiny mind is on the verge of a breakdown and you can feel the sting of tears in your eyes. “Don’t cry,” you whisper to yourself. “I’m not a baby, don’t cry.” You sniffle, but your train of thought is interrupted by the sound of a twig snapping above you.

There’s a boy floating on a cloud several feet over your head, one hand grasping a branch to keep himself steady. “Hi!” He grins down at you, and you look back with wide eyes. “I’m Oboro! Wanna be friends?” You gawk up at him; you’ve never seen a quirk like that before. Even his hair looks like a fluffy cloud in the breeze. 

“Okay,” you agree after a few more seconds of confused staring. Your new friend gives you a thumbs up, immediately loses his focus, and the cloud dissipates underneath him. Both of you scream as he comes crashing to the ground, landing on your back. You’re rewarded with some impressive scrapes to both your knees, and him with both his front teeth knocked out. You’re inseparable from that moment on.

You’re the best of friends through elementary, but things begin to change once you hit middle school. It’s cute when you’re six and happily tell your parents that you’re going to get married when you grow up. It’s just awkward when you hit puberty and start to discover that your feelings for your best friend suddenly aren’t so cute anymore. The two of you grow apart with separate friends and different interests, but still make it a priority to walk home together every day. 

“High school admissions are due soon,” he points out during one of these walks. It’s been storming all day, and the two of you huddle under the same umbrella in a half-hearted attempt to stay dry. He’s hit a growth spurt over the years and towers above you now; it’s hard for both of you to stay out of the rain if you’re not nestled suspiciously close together. “You figure out where you’re applying yet?”

You shrug, stepping wide to avoid a puddle that he ignores. “Probably just Endor. It’s close, and they’ve got a pretty decent reputation.” You nudge him with your shoulder. “You’re going for UA, right?”

It’s never been a secret that Shirakumo wants to be a hero, and there’s no doubt in your mind that he’ll be great at it. He stops walking and you look at him, surprised to see his expression so discouraged.. “Yeah, of course. You’re not? Their general studies class is supposed to be one of the best, too.”

You glance away. “Too much pressure, I think. And it’d be hard, going to school in a different city where I wouldn’t know anyone.”

“You’ll know me.” You’ve both had a grip on the umbrella, but now his fingers wrap tightly around your hand and squeeze.

“Oboro…” You’re not used to him having such a serious look on his face, his eyes wide and unblinking as they stare into yours.

“Come with me.” It’s not an order, it’s a plea, and your chest feels tight at the thought of disappointing him. You swallow hard and nod. It won’t hurt to apply, you think. You probably won’t even get in.

Shirakumo pushes a stray strand of hair out of your face and leans down to press his lips against yours. Your first kiss isn’t perfect; his neck is bent at an uncomfortable angle to make up for your height difference, your nose bumps awkwardly into his as you shift, a car drives by too fast and splashes both of you with frigid water. Still, when he pulls away his smile is as warm and bright as the sun. You’ll gladly follow him to UA. You’ll gladly follow him to hell and back if it makes him happy.

He’s accepted into the hero course without a problem, but you make him promise that he’ll go even if you fail. You’re more shocked than anyone when you open the envelope to find an acceptance letter welcoming you to UA, and you finally allow yourself to feel excited. You’ll be going to the best school in the country, and you’ll be there with your favorite person in the world. For the first time you won’t be in the same class, but you’ll still be close enough to watch him reach his dreams. 

The first few weeks of high school are a whirlwind of chaos before you settle into a routine. You have to be at the train station before dawn; every morning Shirakumo meets you outside your house, still half-asleep and groggy as you walk. You split something simple for breakfast most days while you ride. When you’re lucky enough to find two open seats together, you can manage a well-deserved nap slumped against each other’s shoulders. Your classes are tough but with enough effort you manage to do well once you form a study group going with the other girls in your class. They’re friendly, and they’re both impressed and jealous to learn that you’re already dating a hero student. They swoon when he appears at your side on the first day of school to buy you lunch, and you can’t help but gloat just a little at your good fortune.

The hero course is even busier than general studies, and you don’t get to see much of your boyfriend during school hours. It’s nearly a month into the term before he catches sight of you at lunch again and practically sprints over, flanked by two classmates you recognize from the stories he’s told you on the ride home every day. “Guys,” he grins and throws an arm around your shoulder. “This is my girl! The one I’ve been telling you about.” Your heart skips a beat at being called his girl, and knowing he’s been gushing about you to his friends. Yamada’s a bright, loud ball of energy when he introduces himself, while Aizawa barely mumbles his name and looks like he’s been dragged over against his will. They both seem nice, and you’re happy he’s found some good friends to work with.

Everything goes surprisingly well for your first year at UA, and your second seems like it’ll be just as good. It’s late one night, several months into the school year, when you’re woken by a tapping at your bedroom window. This isn’t the first time Shirakumo’s snuck you out of your house, but the window gets harder to crawl out of every year and you’re glad that graduation isn’t too far off. “Hey, come look at the stars with me. They’re really pretty tonight.” It’s not like he needs to give you the excuse, but you can see he has a point.

Ten minutes later you’re laying on a cloud together, floating a few feet over the power lines in your neighborhood. It’s cold up there, and you cuddle together for warmth as you watch the stars overhead. You know more about the sky than him, and he’s happy to listen while you point out a few things above you. A chilly breeze blows through your thin pajamas and makes you shiver, and he pulls you in closer to share his heat. “Was all of this just an excuse to get me alone up here?” You laugh, kissing his smiling lips.

“Not all of it,” he jokes with a smirk. “We’re past the halfway point this year already. Just one more, can you believe it?” You curl up close and listen to him chatter about his big plans for the future. You’ve heard this all before; he’s always so excited about the idea of opening that hero agency with Aizawa and Yamada. “I figure we’ll do the sidekick think for awhile, work up some solid experience, y’know? Then it’ll be smooth sailing when we break off on our own after that. Four, maybe five years?” You nod, running your fingers through his familiar fluffy hair. “And then once things settle with the agency, we can get married if you want,” he announces with only the faintest blush betraying his nerves.

“Oboro, what?” You bolt into a sitting position, gawking at him with wide eyes. Sure you’ve thought about the future you might have together, but the two of you have never talked about it before. “You can’t just spring that on me out of nowhere!”

He folds his arms behind his head, totally unconcerned. “It’s not really out of nowhere, is it? You know I’ve been in love with you since we were six, right?”

This boy is ridiculous. “Me too, but still! Isn’t this a little sudden? There’s so much more to talk about if you want to get married.”

He shrugs. “Like I said, it won’t be for a couple of years. We’ve got plenty of time to talk it over.” He grabs your hand and pulls you back down to rest your head against his chest. “I’ll wait for you, as long as you want.” You stay like this for a few minutes, mulling the proposal over in your head. “Just think about it for a couple years, okay?”

Slowly, you nod. “Okay.” You’re already warming up to the thought of marrying him. You’re seventeen, and you’ve been together for eleven years now. You can give him another five. Or ten. Or fifty, if that’s what he wants. In your heart you already know you’ve decided on an answer, and you murmur it into his ear later as he’s helping you climb back through the window into your bedroom. He’s beaming with happiness as he kisses you goodnight and flies off. You’re too giddy with love to sleep the rest of the night.

If you’d known what was coming only a week later, you never would have said goodbye. He promised to call you after his internship the night before, but it wouldn’t be the first time he’d fallen asleep instead as soon as he got home. You’re not worried until he doesn’t show up in the morning to walk with you, even after you call him twice with no answer and wait until the last possible minute to leave on your own. You arrive at school just as the final bell rings, and it’s a bit of a relief when you catch a glimpse of Aizawa looking even more tired than he normally does. They must have had a really tough time on their patrol, you assume, and Oboro just decided to take a well-deserved day off.

Your day is uneventful until lunch, when you hear your name called to the office. The principal sits there with your homeroom teacher and the counselor, all of them looking grim. A lump forms in your throat; you’ve got no idea what you could have done. “You wanted to see me?”

“Yes. We understand that you’re particularly close with Oboro Shirakumo from the hero class.”

You nod. “Yeah, we’re dating. Um, actually we’re kind of engaged now, I guess?” Your stomach drops at the sad expressions facing you. “Did...did something happen? I haven’t seen him all day. Is he hurt?”

Nothing in the world could have prepared you for the answer. “He was killed in an encounter with a villain yesterday. I’m sorry for your loss.”

You want to argue, insist there’s been some mistake, but the words don’t come. A sudden sense of numbness sweeps through you as it sinks in, and it feels like everything within you shuts down. Your brain doesn’t process the voices offering you sympathy and compassion. Your lungs refuse to take in air. You’d swear that your heart itself stops beating in some attempt to defend itself. You’re not even aware of your movements as you stand and leave the room while your teachers are mid-speech. You need to get out of there. You need to be alone. You need to breathe, but you can’t. You’re on autopilot as you rush down the empty hall, if you can get up to the roof there’ll be fresh air-

Completely blinded by your grief, you collide hard with another body and almost fall before hands grab your shoulders to steady you. “Sorry,” you gasp through the lump in your throat. “I just-” You blink back your tears and stop when you recognize him. Up close, he looks even worse than usual. His eyes are red and hollow, the dark bags under them could pass as bruises. It’s obvious he hasn’t slept all night, you can practically feel the exhaustion radiating off of him. “Aizawa,” you croak, your voice cracking on the syllables. He doesn’t say anything, only gives your shoulder a squeeze, and something inside you completely breaks.

“Oboro, he’s...” is all you can manage through your tears. You fists ball into Aizawa’s jacket as you sob against his chest, and he doesn’t stop you. He knows there’s no comforting you; the only thing he can do is let you use his shirt as a tissue while you mourn. You’re vaguely aware that a bell rings to resume class, but you ignore it. You can’t bring yourself to do anything except cry until there’s nothing left, and he stands there holding your shoulders to keep you upright. It’s the best way anyone can help you right now.

An eternity later, you wear yourself out. Your throat feels raw, your eyes are burning, and your fingers hurt from the grip you’ve had on his uniform. “Thanks,” you manage out, and he nods silently. He’s not the most exciting, but you’ve always liked Aizawa’s calm personality as a match to your boyfriend’s unstoppable energy. Your own emotions are a train wreck, and you don’t think you could handle being around anyone else after that news. “I’m glad he had you,” you muse out loud.

“Thanks,” he says awkwardly with a shrug before fixing his wrinkled jacket. “You should get back to class.” Aizawa walks off before you can think of anything else to say.

You don’t go back to class. The other students have noticed something’s off, and rumors are beginning to spread around campus already that there’s a new, empty space in the hero course. You grab your bag and head for the exit as fast as you can, ignoring everyone else along the way. You spend the rest of the week at home; your parents allow it once they learn what happened. It’s a struggle to get through the first month without Shirakumo’s presence hanging over you like a cheerful little cloud, and the rest of the year doesn’t get any easier. Your friends do their best to console you, but it’s a losing battle when you feel his absence every minute of your day. It’s all too familiar, too easy to see the missing piece that’s been a part of your life for so long. You transfer to Shiketsu for your final year, where no one knows about Loud Cloud and you aren’t stuck going through a routine that’s been irreparably broken.

It’s an uphill fight. You force yourself to do well in school, because it’s what he’d want for you. You throw yourself into work and establish a good career, because it’s what he’d want for you. You make yourself move past your loss and date other men, because it’s what he’d want for you. By the time you’re 31 you’ve got a divorce under your belt, a sad excuse for a social life, and a cat with fluffy white fur; you loved him the moment you laid eyes on him. You’re not entirely satisfied with how your life has turned out, but it could be worse. You can go entire weeks now without thinking about him. Sometimes you wonder what kind of life the two of you would have, but you try not to dwell on those thoughts. 

You’ve had the day off and have spent it happily lounging around the house. You treat yourself to lunch and settle on your couch to watch a movie with your beloved cat when an unfamiliar number pops up on your phone. You answer without a second thought. “Hi, if you’re out of noodles, I can just get rice instead. It’s fine.”

There’s a beat of silence before the man confirms this is the correct number. You don’t immediately recognize his voice, but you’re sure you’ve heard it somewhere before. “I’m not with a restaurant. This is Aizawa, from...from UA, when we were younger.” You can tell he’s choosing his words carefully, and he continues. “We need to talk. It’s about Shirakumo.”

It’s surprising how hearing his name is enough to reopen wounds you thought healed years ago. You swallow nervously, fresh dread pooling in your gut. You can hear how hoarse your voice is when you answer. “Okay. I’m off today, if you want to meet.”

You’ve got a very bad feeling about what you’re about to learn.