#all i know is that storm should have curly hair so it looks like a storm cloud.

[evanbi-ckley]

He feels like he’s being weighed down. Like he’s under water or a heavy blanket. His limbs are heavy, and he can’t get his eyes to open. There’s muffled sound nearby, but he can’t make out anything coherent. He’s also really warm. Uncomfortably so.

Is this what death is like? Is he in Hell? Or something Hell-adjacent? Were all the fire and brimstone idiots he refused to give the time of day actually right about something?

But then the heat is gone and there’s a cool breeze that skims across his skin.

Does he have skin? Do people feel their skin once they’re dead?

He’s still debating with himself as he gets pulled further under.

~***~

What is that annoying, repetitive sound? Did he change his alarm? Why the fuck can’t he turn it off?

~***~

It hurts.

Why does it hurt?

He can’t even tell what hurts, but something fucking hurts.

If he could just open his eyes and get up to take some ibuprofen.

Also his nose itches. Why can’t he fucking scra-

~***~

“Fucking bees.”

~***~

He’s warm again, but it’s not uncomfortable this time. 

He feels safe. And alive. 

He doesn’t feel as weighed down anymore.

It’s difficult, but he cracks his eyes open. He’s - in the hospital? That’s definitely a hospital ceiling and hospital lights and hospital machines beeping.

He turns his head to the left - slowly - and sees his arm is in a giant cast. That explains why he can’t lift it.

He turns his head to the right just as slowly. He’s surprised to see a head of curly hair lying next to his hip, a large hand in his own. 

When he flexes his hand, the curly head pops up immediately.

The man looks at him with bloodshot eyes that clearly haven’t seen sleep in days. He’s young - not alarmingly so but certainly younger than Tommy. The stubble on his jaw has gone far past 5 o’clock shadow and has entered the realm of beard, making him look slightly older. But who -?

“Tommy?” the man asks. His voice is low and raspy, possibly unused.

“Uh,” Tommy says. His own voice sounds even worse.

Without hesitation, the man turns - without letting go of Tommy’s hand - and pours a cup of water from the pitcher on the table next to the bed. Then he brings the cup up to Tommy’s mouth, a bendy straw pointing toward him.

Tommy drinks slowly, his mouth feeling like parchment that’s been left out in the sun too long. 

“Thanks,” he says.

The man sets the cup down and says, “Yeah, so um, h-how do you feel?”

He thinks for a bit, taking stock of himself.

“Sore. Numb in places. I assume they’ve got me on the good stuff?” The man nods, a cute smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. “But there’s also the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen sitting next to me, holding my hand. So all told, I’m doing pretty well.”

The tips of the man’s ears turn pink, and a cute blush spreads across his cheeks. Adorable.

“You don’t have to flirt so hard, Tommy. You should know by now, I’m a sure thing.”

Ah, so -

“So we’re,” Tommy gestures vaguely with his head, “together?”

“Uh,” the man laughs uncertainly, “for about six months now, yeah.”

“Oh.” Tommy’s eyebrows shoot up. “But you’re so…” He trails off, not really knowing where he was going with that.

“So…what?” the man prods.

“Take your pick,” Tommy says. “Young? Pretty? Out of my league?”

“Sweetheart.” The man says it like they’ve had this discussion before, but he’s smiling. “Don’t try to amnesia your way out of being with me. I called dibs forever after our second date.”

Tommy smiles lazily. “Dibs forever, huh?”

“Yep. You’re stuck with me.”

Humming as if he’s considering the pros and cons, Tommy finally says, “I guess I can live with that.”

The man’s smile is blinding. “Evan,” he says. “Evan Buckley. In case you forgot.”

It comes back to him then - a cruise ship rescue in the middle of a hurricane, a basketball game, a kiss, a first date that ended terribly, more dates that ended perfectly, slow dancing in the kitchen, long nights together that ended too soon. A call during a bad storm, total engine failure, glass and fear and rain and acceptance and trees and blue eyes and a smile like warm sunshine.

“Evan,” Tommy says, pulling him closer. “Baby.” He kisses him softly. “I love you more than anything. How could I forget?”

Evan has tears in his eyes and leans their foreheads together when he says, “Don’t ever do that again. I thought I lost you.”

“I’m so sorry, baby. I thought so, too. I thought I’d never get to see you again. I’m so sorry.”

The next kiss is wet with tears - Evan’s or his own, it doesn’t matter. They’re here, and they’re both okay, and they’re together. That’s all that matters.

“I love you, too, by the way,” Evan says once they pull apart. “Can’t believe you waited to tell me until after you almost died, but I’ll take it.”

“I’ll say it every day until I actually die, okay?” he says. He gets a smack to his good shoulder for his effort, but they’re smiling too hard for it to have any weight.

There’s a long road ahead with recovery and therapy and stubbornness and frustration, but they’ve got this. They’ll get through it all. 

Together.

part 1

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[eddie-redcliff]

a godess and her two creature boyfriends i drew them like this so that i can make an infinate chain of x men holding hands

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Sweeter Than Revenge Part 1

Fandom: Twisters, Tyler Owens, f!reader, Scott's Sister!reader Summary: When you try to surprise your brother with a visit in the hopes of mending your strained relationship, it does not go as planned. Rudely dismissed by Scott, you decide to get a little revenge. And who better to do it with than the head Tornado Wrangler himself... Word Count: 3509 TW: Family Conflict, Brief Mention of Reader's Clothes/Breasts, Unsucessful Flirting, Language Notes: A massive thank you to @blue-aconite and @green-socks for reading this over for me and for all the constant support! And to @mayhem24-7forever for always answering my late-night panicked messages

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Grabbing your backpack off the seat beside you, you stood and joined the crowd of passengers making their way to the front of the bus. You stopped to let an elderly couple join the line in front of you and used the momentary pause to glance out the window at your destination. A small diner in need of a fresh coat of paint and a good window washing sat off to the left while several rows of gas pumps were lined up on the right. Trucks, vans, campers, and SUVs filled almost every parking spot and spilled into the grassy field around the lot. Some vehicles were ancient, rusted machines that barely looked driveable while others were so fresh and high-tech they could have just been driven off a lot. Those were the vehicles you were looking for.

Stepping off the bus, you headed towards the group of four shiny new vehicles on the other end of the parking lot. On the way, your head was on a constant swivel as you took in everything around you: a middle-aged couple arguing loudly about who forgot to tie down the lawn chairs the last time they stopped, a somewhat familiar-looking man in a cowboy hat unloading a piece of equipment from his huge red truck while another long-haired man filmed him, a woman with dreadlocks fiddling with a remote control only for a large drone to drop out of the sky a moment later and land at her feet, a few children racing towards the diner with their exasperated mother trailing behind yelling at them to watch where they were going. 

It was utter chaos and you loved it already. 

As you approached the vehicles, you saw the Storm PAR logos printed on the sides and breathed a sigh of relief that after this sixth bus stop, you had finally tracked them down. You still didn’t see who you were looking for, so you walked up to a man with dark curly hair wearing a white button-down Storm PAR shirt who was currently crouched down examining a weird solar panel-looking piece of equipment set up next to one of the vans. As you cleared your throat, he looked up from the machine and blinked, as if he was shocked to see someone standing there despite the crowds of people around him. Glancing around, he asked, “Um…can I help you?”

You guess you shouldn’t be too surprised by his reaction. In your cut-off shorts, boots, and halter top, you looked like you should be hanging out one of the trucks you passed when you first got off the bus, not the polished, company polo shirt-wearing tech heads milling around the Storm PAR vehicles. And you didn’t even want to know what your hair and makeup looked like after four hours on that poorly air-conditioned packed bus. 

So, instead of taking offense at this guy’s slightly dismissive tone, you smiled as you adjusted the backpack on your shoulder. “Hi. I’m looking for Scott.”

The man glanced over his shoulder but made no move to stand up. “He’s here but he’s in the middle of some data calculations. Can I help you with something?”

“Not really. I had time off college and he mentioned you guys were having a really active season so I figured why not come out and see all this in action.” The man was still looking at you like he couldn’t understand why you were talking to him and you suddenly realized you hadn’t explained the most important detail. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I guess I should have mentioned, Scotty’s my older brother.”

Instantly, the man’s demeanor shifted and a huge toothy smile spread across his face. “Oh! You should have led with that. Nice to meet you.”

Rising to his feet, he stuck out his hand and you shook it, officially introducing yourself. When he said his name was Javi Rivera and it was your turn for things to click into place. “Javi! You’re Scotty’s business partner, right? He’s told me about you.”

Javi let your hand drop and his eyes shifted towards his equipment once more. “Really? Well, um, you know, I’ve, uh, heard great things about you too.”

You grinned, grabbing onto the straps of your backpack. “Scotty never even mentioned he had a sister, did he?” Javi gave a slight shrug, still not looking directly at you and you laughed. “Yeah, that sounds like him. Never wants to get personal, everything’s about business with him. To be honest, I don’t see or hear from him that much which is just another reason I figured I’d come surprise him when I had the chance. Plus, I read some research Scotty left lying around last time he came home and it was really interesting. I’m excited to be able to see what you guys do firsthand.” 

“Well, I’m sure Scotty will be glad to see you. Let me go grab him.”

Javi turned and disappeared into one of the vans. A moment later, he returned with your brother following closely behind. “Javi, I was in the middle of some important calculations. Why did I have to–” Scott stumbled to a stop as he saw you standing there.

Since he was a teenager, Scott had mastered the art of keeping his emotions hidden. He could be fuming mad, joyously happy, or heartbrokenly sad, and in each case keep the same perfect mask on his face. However, you knew his one tell. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t keep the emotion out of his eyes. And right now, you could practically see flames burning within them. 

For the first time, you wondered if coming to see him had been such a good idea. Shifting from one foot to the other, you tried to force a smile as you half-heartedly held out your arms. “Surprise.”

Scott remained rooted to the spot, his only movement the constant forceful chewing of his gum. Javi glanced back and forth between the two of you, the smile slowly draining from his face. Hesitantly, he explained, “She said she was your sister so I figured…”

A cultivated smile spread across Scott’s lips but it didn’t reach his eyes as they continued to burn into yours. “No, it’s all good. I’m just surprised to see her.” Without breaking eye contact, he held his tablet out to Javi who took it from him. “Give me a few minutes to talk to her and then I’ll get back to those numbers.”

Javi started to protest, assuring him there was no rush and he could take his time, but Scott had already closed the distance between you. Grabbing your arm tightly to the point of slight painfulness, he guided you past the rest of the Storm PAR vehicles and into the empty field. 

Once you were far enough away that you knew none of his co-workers could hear you, you wrenched your arm from his grasp, snapping, “Get off of me!”

“What the hell are you doing here?” he growled, his mask finally slipping as his nostrils flared and lips curled into a snarl.

“Well, hello to you too!” You examined your arm where he had grabbed you, massaging it gently. “Can’t a girl come visit her big brother?”

“Not when she wasn’t invited or even asked if she could come beforehand! What were you thinking? This isn’t one of your wild party vacations. This is my job!”

“I know that. I wasn’t expecting you to drop everything and take me sightseeing. I just thought I could hang around and watch you guys in action. I’ve read some of the research you left at Christmas and I was hoping maybe I could learn a little more about it.”

Scott shook his head, his hands on his hips. “This is our busiest time of the season. I don’t have time to babysit you.”

“What do you think I am? Eight? I don’t need you to babysit me. I told you, I’m interested in what you do and thought I could just hang around and see how it all works.” You shrugged, “Maybe you could even take me on a chase or two.”

“Hell no. I won’t have you getting scared and causing us to have to turn around in the middle of a storm run. Javi and I have worked too hard to get this company to where it is and I’m not going to let you ruin that because, on a whim, you thought it would be fun to see a storm.” Scott scoffed as he rolled his eyes. “It’s so typical of you to still think that just because you want something or because Mom and Dad will pay for it, everyone else will bend over backward to accommodate you. Well, I don’t have to put up with your bullshit anymore.”

You took several deep breaths and tried to keep your anger in check. This was not at all how you thought this would go, but lashing out right now would only make things worse. So, in a calm, steady voice, you tried to shift approaches. “Scotty, we haven’t spent any real time together since you left for MIT. And back then…I’m not proud of the person I was and I can’t imagine what that must have been like for you. But I was a kid who didn’t know any better! I’ve grown up since you left. And this trip isn’t just something I thought would be fun to do ‘on a whim’. I worked hard to save up the money to come here because I wanted to see you and spend time with you—however little time you may be able to work into your schedule. And I promise I won’t get scared or make you stop your chase. If I don’t like it, I’ll suck it up until it’s over then not ask to go again.” Taking a step forward, you gently placed your hand on his arm and gave him a timid smile. “Let me show you who I am now…how much I’ve changed. Please, Scotty.”

But Scott yanked his arm away and took a step back. “I don’t care where you go, but you need to stay away from me and Storm PAR. Now, I have work to do.” He took one last look at you, and, for just a moment, you thought maybe he felt bad for what he said and was reconsidering things. But then, he blew a small bubble with his gum and popped it loudly in your face. You jumped slightly, the sound sharp and startling, before glaring at him. He had been doing that since you were kids and he knew how much you absolutely despised it. Shooting you one last smug smirk, Scott turned and walked off towards the cluster of Storm PAR vehicles. 

You turned to look out into the open field, lip quivering, as you fought against the tears that were burning your eyes. Things between you and Scott had been pretty bad when he left for college, but you hadn’t realized he still really thought so poorly of you. The last few holidays or family events he had been forced to come to, things seemed to be getting a little better. You thought that maybe you had reached a turning point in your relationship. But now it was clear you had been very wrong.

Looking back at the diner and overflow of vehicles, you wondered what you should do now. You had no idea when the next bus came by or how to get a ticket home or if there was a motel nearby you could stay in for the night or how you would even get there if there was or what you would do in the morning or—

UGH! The longer you stared at the Storm PAR logo on the side of the van Scott had disappeared into, the less hurt you felt. Instead, the pain began to shift into outrage. How dare Scott treat you like this? You had spent a lot of money and wasted two weeks of your summer vacation to take this trip to see him. You knew it would involve listening to him drone on about numbers and graphs you could barely comprehend for most of the time, but you were willing to smile, nod, and seem interested to show you cared about what he did. But no! He didn’t even give you a chance to explain yourself or prove that you weren’t here to interfere with his work. He had just torn you down before turning his back on you and walking away. That asshole!

The sun was starting to dip lower in the sky and you realized standing here fuming about Scott wasn’t going to help your situation. You could do that once you found a bus schedule or a place to stay for the night. However, as you stormed back through the parking lot, something caught your eye. 

When you had come through the first time and passed the familiar-looking man and the long-haired guy with the camera, you had only seen their truck from behind. But now that you were looking at the front, you noticed the distinctive metal logo attached to the front of the truck’s grille: a tornado with horns jutting out the top of the vortex. And you realized why the man in the cowboy hat looked familiar. 

Scott might not talk to you very often, but during the instances that he had, you had heard plenty of complaints about Tyler Owens and his group of Tornado Wranglers. Everything they did was the complete opposite of how Storm PAR operated and it drove Scott crazy that while he was out there doing the “real work”, this group of amateur YouTube chasers were the ones getting all the attention and acclaim when all they were really doing was getting in Storm PAR’s way. 

And Scott seemed to have another level of hatred for Owens himself.    

Out of curiosity, you had looked up the Wranglers’ YouTube channel and found it pretty entertaining. While Scott viewed every aspect of his work with complete seriousness and professionalism, these guys tackled the same work like they were having the time of their lives. They were still informative, explaining to their viewers how tornadoes formed and the types of destruction they can cause, but they would then drive straight into the center of a funnel or take chat requests of crazy things to do in the storm. It honestly seemed like a great way to get people excited about learning about tornadoes while also keeping them entertained. And it seemed like their nearly 850,000 followers would agree. No wonder Scott hated them so much. 

Suddenly, you had an idea—the perfect little act of revenge.

Changing directions, you made your way over to Owens’s truck. You could see he was now alone, tinkering with the equipment attached to the bed of his truck. He had traded his white cowboy hat for a faded backward cap and had pushed his sleeves up above his elbows as he worked, his sun-bronzed skin on full display in the dying light.

Though you had only watched a handful of the Tornado Wranglers’ videos, you had a pretty good idea of the kind of man Tyler Owens was and how you could persuade him to help you. After all, these narcissistic, jacked-up truck-driving, overcompensating pretty boys were all the same. The kind who had been fawned and swooned over their entire adult lives just because they flashed a charming smile or a playful wink in the right direction. However, with just a little stroking of their ego or a bat of your eyes, they could become putty in your hands. All you had to do was introduce yourself.

Reaching the side of the truck, you tucked your hands into your back pockets so it thrust your chest forward and, biting your lip, called out coyly, “Hey there, cowboy.”

Owens glanced up, a curious smile curling across his lips as he saw you, his eyes traveling from your head to boot and back up. “Well, hello there.”

Giggling softly as you placed your hand on the side railing, you asked in a sing-songy voice, “You’re Tyler, right? The big...bad…tornado wrangler?” With each word, you walked your fingers across the railing, your eyes locked on his.

He leaned back, wiped his hands on his jeans, and said, “I might be. Depends on who’s asking.” He was still looking at you but his smile had slipped slightly and you realized you might not have grabbed his attention as well as you thought.

Placing both hands on the railing now, you pushed yourself up slightly, your chest pressed together, and you looked up at him from under your lashes. “What if I’m asking?”

Owens stared at you for a long moment, his eyes still examining you thoughtfully, though you were shocked to see they stayed locked on your face and didn’t dip down to your breast like you had expected. Then, finally, he said, “You seem like a nice girl, sweetheart, but I don't think I'm what you're looking for. Good luck though.” He gave you a kind, yet dismissive nod, and went back to whatever he had been working on.

Your jaw dropped, lips moving silently as you tried to figure out what just happened. This kind of thing always worked on guys like him in the past. Show a little skin, stroke their egos a little, and they would be wrapped around your finger in no time. But he hadn’t even given your act more than a passing glance. It was possible you weren’t his type or maybe he was in a committed relationship, but neither of those things had exactly deterred guys in the past. 

You turned around—properly dismissed—and were just about to walk away when another thought crossed your mind. What if…what if you had misjudged him? What if he wasn’t the kind of guy you assumed he was? From what you had seen in his videos, he was cocky and overconfident and a huge flirt, but what if that was all for the cameras? During your very brief interaction, he seemed polite and respectful even as you tried to throw yourself at him, something no other guy had ever done in that situation. 

Maybe you had gone about this all wrong. Maybe you needed a different approach. A more honest one…

You hurried around the other side of the truck so you were in front of him once more. Dropping all the over-the-top flirtatiousness from your voice, you said, “Okay, I’m sorry. I thought…it doesn’t matter what I thought, but the point is I shouldn’t have done that. I’ve had a really shitty day and approached this situation all wrong.”

Owens didn’t raise his head, but his eyes drifted back in your direction. Feeling like he was offering you a chance, you explained, “Listen, the deal is I came here to surprise my brother with a visit, and as soon as he saw me, he told me he doesn’t want me here and I should fuck off out of his way.”

That got his attention. Looking up, his brow furrowed, Owens asked, “Your brother said that to you?”

You rolled your eyes and hit the heel of your palm against the side of the truck. “Well, not in those exact words but the sentiment was there. The point is, he told me he didn’t care where I went as long as I left him and his team alone. So, I plan on respecting his wishes…and wondered if I could hang out with your team instead.”

“Well–” He leaned back, clearly not interested in your request, but you cut him off before he could turn you down.

“Please! It’ll just be for a day or two. I promise not to get in the way or mess with any of your work. I just know he has a problem with you guys and seeing me with you will drive him insane.” 

Putting down the wrench he was holding, Owens shook his head. “Back up…who are we talking about now? Who’s your brother?”

You realized you needed to get better at introducing people into a conversation before jumping right in. “Scott? He works for Storm PAR?” He hesitated so you sighed and turned towards the other group of storm chasers at the other end of the lot. With one hand on your hip, you pointed lazily with the other, “The surly tall one who never takes off his stupid baseball cap?”

Instantly, Owens straightened up and you knew you had piqued his interest. Chuckling, he asked, “Wait, so you’re telling me Mr. Clipboard and Chewing Gum is your brother?” You nodded. “And you want my help messing with him?”

“Yeah, that about sums it up. So, will you do it?”

The cowboy leaned over the side of the truck and gave you a wide grin. “Oh, sweetheart, you’ve come to the right place.”

Part 2 coming 8/19!

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Sweeter Than Revenge Part 1

Fandom: Twisters, Tyler Owens, f!reader, Scott's Sister!reader Summary: When you try to surprise your brother with a visit in the hopes of mending your strained relationship, it does not go as planned. Rudely dismissed by Scott, you decide to get a little revenge. And who better to do it with than the head Tornado Wrangler himself... Word Count: 3509 TW: Family Conflict, Brief Mention of Reader's Clothes/Breasts, Unsucessful Flirting, Language Notes: A massive thank you to @blue-aconite and @green-socks for reading this over for me and for all the constant support! And to @mayhem24-7forever for always answering my late-night panicked messages

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Grabbing your backpack off the seat beside you, you stood and joined the crowd of passengers making their way to the front of the bus. You stopped to let an elderly couple join the line in front of you and used the momentary pause to glance out the window at your destination. A small diner in need of a fresh coat of paint and a good window washing sat off to the left while several rows of gas pumps were lined up on the right. Trucks, vans, campers, and SUVs filled almost every parking spot and spilled into the grassy field around the lot. Some vehicles were ancient, rusted machines that barely looked driveable while others were so fresh and high-tech they could have just been driven off a lot. Those were the vehicles you were looking for.

Stepping off the bus, you headed towards the group of four shiny new vehicles on the other end of the parking lot. On the way, your head was on a constant swivel as you took in everything around you: a middle-aged couple arguing loudly about who forgot to tie down the lawn chairs the last time they stopped, a somewhat familiar-looking man in a cowboy hat unloading a piece of equipment from his huge red truck while another long-haired man filmed him, a woman with dreadlocks fiddling with a remote control only for a large drone to drop out of the sky a moment later and land at her feet, a few children racing towards the diner with their exasperated mother trailing behind yelling at them to watch where they were going. 

It was utter chaos and you loved it already. 

As you approached the vehicles, you saw the Storm PAR logos printed on the sides and breathed a sigh of relief that after this sixth bus stop, you had finally tracked them down. You still didn’t see who you were looking for, so you walked up to a man with dark curly hair wearing a white button-down Storm PAR shirt who was currently crouched down examining a weird solar panel-looking piece of equipment set up next to one of the vans. As you cleared your throat, he looked up from the machine and blinked, as if he was shocked to see someone standing there despite the crowds of people around him. Glancing around, he asked, “Um…can I help you?”

You guess you shouldn’t be too surprised by his reaction. In your cut-off shorts, boots, and halter top, you looked like you should be hanging out one of the trucks you passed when you first got off the bus, not the polished, company polo shirt-wearing tech heads milling around the Storm PAR vehicles. And you didn’t even want to know what your hair and makeup looked like after four hours on that poorly air-conditioned packed bus. 

So, instead of taking offense at this guy’s slightly dismissive tone, you smiled as you adjusted the backpack on your shoulder. “Hi. I’m looking for Scott.”

The man glanced over his shoulder but made no move to stand up. “He’s here but he’s in the middle of some data calculations. Can I help you with something?”

“Not really. I had time off college and he mentioned you guys were having a really active season so I figured why not come out and see all this in action.” The man was still looking at you like he couldn’t understand why you were talking to him and you suddenly realized you hadn’t explained the most important detail. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I guess I should have mentioned, Scotty’s my older brother.”

Instantly, the man’s demeanor shifted and a huge toothy smile spread across his face. “Oh! You should have led with that. Nice to meet you.”

Rising to his feet, he stuck out his hand and you shook it, officially introducing yourself. When he said his name was Javi Rivera and it was your turn for things to click into place. “Javi! You’re Scotty’s business partner, right? He’s told me about you.”

Javi let your hand drop and his eyes shifted towards his equipment once more. “Really? Well, um, you know, I’ve, uh, heard great things about you too.”

You grinned, grabbing onto the straps of your backpack. “Scotty never even mentioned he had a sister, did he?” Javi gave a slight shrug, still not looking directly at you and you laughed. “Yeah, that sounds like him. Never wants to get personal, everything’s about business with him. To be honest, I don’t see or hear from him that much which is just another reason I figured I’d come surprise him when I had the chance. Plus, I read some research Scotty left lying around last time he came home and it was really interesting. I’m excited to be able to see what you guys do firsthand.” 

“Well, I’m sure Scotty will be glad to see you. Let me go grab him.”

Javi turned and disappeared into one of the vans. A moment later, he returned with your brother following closely behind. “Javi, I was in the middle of some important calculations. Why did I have to–” Scott stumbled to a stop as he saw you standing there.

Since he was a teenager, Scott had mastered the art of keeping his emotions hidden. He could be fuming mad, joyously happy, or heartbrokenly sad, and in each case keep the same perfect mask on his face. However, you knew his one tell. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t keep the emotion out of his eyes. And right now, you could practically see flames burning within them. 

For the first time, you wondered if coming to see him had been such a good idea. Shifting from one foot to the other, you tried to force a smile as you half-heartedly held out your arms. “Surprise.”

Scott remained rooted to the spot, his only movement the constant forceful chewing of his gum. Javi glanced back and forth between the two of you, the smile slowly draining from his face. Hesitantly, he explained, “She said she was your sister so I figured…”

A cultivated smile spread across Scott’s lips but it didn’t reach his eyes as they continued to burn into yours. “No, it’s all good. I’m just surprised to see her.” Without breaking eye contact, he held his tablet out to Javi who took it from him. “Give me a few minutes to talk to her and then I’ll get back to those numbers.”

Javi started to protest, assuring him there was no rush and he could take his time, but Scott had already closed the distance between you. Grabbing your arm tightly to the point of slight painfulness, he guided you past the rest of the Storm PAR vehicles and into the empty field. 

Once you were far enough away that you knew none of his co-workers could hear you, you wrenched your arm from his grasp, snapping, “Get off of me!”

“What the hell are you doing here?” he growled, his mask finally slipping as his nostrils flared and lips curled into a snarl.

“Well, hello to you too!” You examined your arm where he had grabbed you, massaging it gently. “Can’t a girl come visit her big brother?”

“Not when she wasn’t invited or even asked if she could come beforehand! What were you thinking? This isn’t one of your wild party vacations. This is my job!”

“I know that. I wasn’t expecting you to drop everything and take me sightseeing. I just thought I could hang around and watch you guys in action. I’ve read some of the research you left at Christmas and I was hoping maybe I could learn a little more about it.”

Scott shook his head, his hands on his hips. “This is our busiest time of the season. I don’t have time to babysit you.”

“What do you think I am? Eight? I don’t need you to babysit me. I told you, I’m interested in what you do and thought I could just hang around and see how it all works.” You shrugged, “Maybe you could even take me on a chase or two.”

“Hell no. I won’t have you getting scared and causing us to have to turn around in the middle of a storm run. Javi and I have worked too hard to get this company to where it is and I’m not going to let you ruin that because, on a whim, you thought it would be fun to see a storm.” Scott scoffed as he rolled his eyes. “It’s so typical of you to still think that just because you want something or because Mom and Dad will pay for it, everyone else will bend over backward to accommodate you. Well, I don’t have to put up with your bullshit anymore.”

You took several deep breaths and tried to keep your anger in check. This was not at all how you thought this would go, but lashing out right now would only make things worse. So, in a calm, steady voice, you tried to shift approaches. “Scotty, we haven’t spent any real time together since you left for MIT. And back then…I’m not proud of the person I was and I can’t imagine what that must have been like for you. But I was a kid who didn’t know any better! I’ve grown up since you left. And this trip isn’t just something I thought would be fun to do ‘on a whim’. I worked hard to save up the money to come here because I wanted to see you and spend time with you—however little time you may be able to work into your schedule. And I promise I won’t get scared or make you stop your chase. If I don’t like it, I’ll suck it up until it’s over then not ask to go again.” Taking a step forward, you gently placed your hand on his arm and gave him a timid smile. “Let me show you who I am now…how much I’ve changed. Please, Scotty.”

But Scott yanked his arm away and took a step back. “I don’t care where you go, but you need to stay away from me and Storm PAR. Now, I have work to do.” He took one last look at you, and, for just a moment, you thought maybe he felt bad for what he said and was reconsidering things. But then, he blew a small bubble with his gum and popped it loudly in your face. You jumped slightly, the sound sharp and startling, before glaring at him. He had been doing that since you were kids and he knew how much you absolutely despised it. Shooting you one last smug smirk, Scott turned and walked off towards the cluster of Storm PAR vehicles. 

You turned to look out into the open field, lip quivering, as you fought against the tears that were burning your eyes. Things between you and Scott had been pretty bad when he left for college, but you hadn’t realized he still really thought so poorly of you. The last few holidays or family events he had been forced to come to, things seemed to be getting a little better. You thought that maybe you had reached a turning point in your relationship. But now it was clear you had been very wrong.

Looking back at the diner and overflow of vehicles, you wondered what you should do now. You had no idea when the next bus came by or how to get a ticket home or if there was a motel nearby you could stay in for the night or how you would even get there if there was or what you would do in the morning or—

UGH! The longer you stared at the Storm PAR logo on the side of the van Scott had disappeared into, the less hurt you felt. Instead, the pain began to shift into outrage. How dare Scott treat you like this? You had spent a lot of money and wasted two weeks of your summer vacation to take this trip to see him. You knew it would involve listening to him drone on about numbers and graphs you could barely comprehend for most of the time, but you were willing to smile, nod, and seem interested to show you cared about what he did. But no! He didn’t even give you a chance to explain yourself or prove that you weren’t here to interfere with his work. He had just torn you down before turning his back on you and walking away. That asshole!

The sun was starting to dip lower in the sky and you realized standing here fuming about Scott wasn’t going to help your situation. You could do that once you found a bus schedule or a place to stay for the night. However, as you stormed back through the parking lot, something caught your eye. 

When you had come through the first time and passed the familiar-looking man and the long-haired guy with the camera, you had only seen their truck from behind. But now that you were looking at the front, you noticed the distinctive metal logo attached to the front of the truck’s grille: a tornado with horns jutting out the top of the vortex. And you realized why the man in the cowboy hat looked familiar. 

Scott might not talk to you very often, but during the instances that he had, you had heard plenty of complaints about Tyler Owens and his group of Tornado Wranglers. Everything they did was the complete opposite of how Storm PAR operated and it drove Scott crazy that while he was out there doing the “real work”, this group of amateur YouTube chasers were the ones getting all the attention and acclaim when all they were really doing was getting in Storm PAR’s way. 

And Scott seemed to have another level of hatred for Owens himself.    

Out of curiosity, you had looked up the Wranglers’ YouTube channel and found it pretty entertaining. While Scott viewed every aspect of his work with complete seriousness and professionalism, these guys tackled the same work like they were having the time of their lives. They were still informative, explaining to their viewers how tornadoes formed and the types of destruction they can cause, but they would then drive straight into the center of a funnel or take chat requests of crazy things to do in the storm. It honestly seemed like a great way to get people excited about learning about tornadoes while also keeping them entertained. And it seemed like their nearly 850,000 followers would agree. No wonder Scott hated them so much. 

Suddenly, you had an idea—the perfect little act of revenge.

Changing directions, you made your way over to Owens’s truck. You could see he was now alone, tinkering with the equipment attached to the bed of his truck. He had traded his white cowboy hat for a faded backward cap and had pushed his sleeves up above his elbows as he worked, his sun-bronzed skin on full display in the dying light.

Though you had only watched a handful of the Tornado Wranglers’ videos, you had a pretty good idea of the kind of man Tyler Owens was and how you could persuade him to help you. After all, these narcissistic, jacked-up truck-driving, overcompensating pretty boys were all the same. The kind who had been fawned and swooned over their entire adult lives just because they flashed a charming smile or a playful wink in the right direction. However, with just a little stroking of their ego or a bat of your eyes, they could become putty in your hands. All you had to do was introduce yourself.

Reaching the side of the truck, you tucked your hands into your back pockets so it thrust your chest forward and, biting your lip, called out coyly, “Hey there, cowboy.”

Owens glanced up, a curious smile curling across his lips as he saw you, his eyes traveling from your head to boot and back up. “Well, hello there.”

Giggling softly as you placed your hand on the side railing, you asked in a sing-songy voice, “You’re Tyler, right? The big...bad…tornado wrangler?” With each word, you walked your fingers across the railing, your eyes locked on his.

He leaned back, wiped his hands on his jeans, and said, “I might be. Depends on who’s asking.” He was still looking at you but his smile had slipped slightly and you realized you might not have grabbed his attention as well as you thought.

Placing both hands on the railing now, you pushed yourself up slightly, your chest pressed together, and you looked up at him from under your lashes. “What if I’m asking?”

Owens stared at you for a long moment, his eyes still examining you thoughtfully, though you were shocked to see they stayed locked on your face and didn’t dip down to your breast like you had expected. Then, finally, he said, “You seem like a nice girl, sweetheart, but I don't think I'm what you're looking for. Good luck though.” He gave you a kind, yet dismissive nod, and went back to whatever he had been working on.

Your jaw dropped, lips moving silently as you tried to figure out what just happened. This kind of thing always worked on guys like him in the past. Show a little skin, stroke their egos a little, and they would be wrapped around your finger in no time. But he hadn’t even given your act more than a passing glance. It was possible you weren’t his type or maybe he was in a committed relationship, but neither of those things had exactly deterred guys in the past. 

You turned around—properly dismissed—and were just about to walk away when another thought crossed your mind. What if…what if you had misjudged him? What if he wasn’t the kind of guy you assumed he was? From what you had seen in his videos, he was cocky and overconfident and a huge flirt, but what if that was all for the cameras? During your very brief interaction, he seemed polite and respectful even as you tried to throw yourself at him, something no other guy had ever done in that situation. 

Maybe you had gone about this all wrong. Maybe you needed a different approach. A more honest one…

You hurried around the other side of the truck so you were in front of him once more. Dropping all the over-the-top flirtatiousness from your voice, you said, “Okay, I’m sorry. I thought…it doesn’t matter what I thought, but the point is I shouldn’t have done that. I’ve had a really shitty day and approached this situation all wrong.”

Owens didn’t raise his head, but his eyes drifted back in your direction. Feeling like he was offering you a chance, you explained, “Listen, the deal is I came here to surprise my brother with a visit, and as soon as he saw me, he told me he doesn’t want me here and I should fuck off out of his way.”

That got his attention. Looking up, his brow furrowed, Owens asked, “Your brother said that to you?”

You rolled your eyes and hit the heel of your palm against the side of the truck. “Well, not in those exact words but the sentiment was there. The point is, he told me he didn’t care where I went as long as I left him and his team alone. So, I plan on respecting his wishes…and wondered if I could hang out with your team instead.”

“Well–” He leaned back, clearly not interested in your request, but you cut him off before he could turn you down.

“Please! It’ll just be for a day or two. I promise not to get in the way or mess with any of your work. I just know he has a problem with you guys and seeing me with you will drive him insane.” 

Putting down the wrench he was holding, Owens shook his head. “Back up…who are we talking about now? Who’s your brother?”

You realized you needed to get better at introducing people into a conversation before jumping right in. “Scott? He works for Storm PAR?” He hesitated so you sighed and turned towards the other group of storm chasers at the other end of the lot. With one hand on your hip, you pointed lazily with the other, “The surly tall one who never takes off his stupid baseball cap?”

Instantly, Owens straightened up and you knew you had piqued his interest. Chuckling, he asked, “Wait, so you’re telling me Mr. Clipboard and Chewing Gum is your brother?” You nodded. “And you want my help messing with him?”

“Yeah, that about sums it up. So, will you do it?”

The cowboy leaned over the side of the truck and gave you a wide grin. “Oh, sweetheart, you’ve come to the right place.”

Part 2 coming 8/19!

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You Belong With Me ~ Johnny Storm

Ranch Hand! Johnny Storm x Rancher’s Daughter!Reader 

Summary: Your best friend is in love with you. You just don’t know it yet… 

Song: You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift 

Word Count: 6.7k 

Warnings: angst, pet death, pining, minor domestic violence, smut! (Oral-female receiving, masturbation, p in v, loss of virginity)  

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Johnny POV

I’m in love with my best friend.  Problem is, she doesn’t know that.  

Three years ago, I started working on the YLN Rainbow Ranch for her father, Mr. YLN. First day on the job, I was told not to harass his daughter.  For weeks, I never met the girl in question. Then one day, a girl was in the stable, stroking the nose of one of the horses, Daisy.  

“Hey Miss? You’re not supposed to be here,” I called out.  It was close to dusk, and I was closing for the night. I walked over to the girl and tapped her shoulder. She jumped back, tripping on me. I caught her before she hit the ground. She popped a headphone out of her ear.   

“You scared me!” She looked at me with bright, wide eyes, her skin flawless, her hair in curly pigtails. She’s beautiful and I’m stunned. “Hey, let me go.” That’s when I realized that I’ve caught her in a dip and she’s looking up at me.  

I move quickly to get her on her feet, and I pull my cap off and run a nervous hand through my hair.  “Sorry, miss. The stables are closing.”  

“Its ok, I live here.  YN,” she offers her hand.  

“Johnny, I’m one of the ranch hands.”  

“Oh, cool. Sorry I’ve been away and only just got back from camp.”  

“That’s nice,” I tell her, trying not to stare.  

She looked at me curiously. “How old are you?” 

“Eighteen. You?” 

She looked shocked. “A gentleman should never ask a lady her age.”  

I chuckled. “Something tells me you ain’t no lady.”  

She giggled. “I’m fifteen.”  

Fuck, she’s jailbait. “Well, did you need someone to walk you back to the house?” 

She saw that it was getting dark, and she smiled.  “I would like that.”  

I knew I was risking my hide and my job if her father thought I was doing anything inappropriate. So I keep enough room between us as we walked.  “So, camp? How was that?” 

“Long but fun. I’m considered a counselor now so I get to be in charge but the kids are great, so it was just a fun sleepover.” She shrugged. “I don’t know if I’ll do it again. I’d rather ride my horse all summer.”  

“Let me guess. Your horse is Daisy?” 

“Good guess. I’ve had her since I started riding at four. She’s my best friend. She listens to me and doesn’t judge me. Kinda like you,” she tells me. “You don’t talk a lot.”  

“Not really. My mouth usually gets me in trouble.” I smirk. “My twin sister says that my mouth can get me in and out of trouble.”  

“I can see that.” She gives me her own smirk. We get to her door. “Thanks for walking me back.”  

“Any time, Cowgirl.”  

“See ya, Cowboy.”  

It’s been that way for three years. Every day I worked hard and at night, YN would visit me in the barn as I finished for the day. I’d walk her home and say good night. When she was having a hard day, I would climb to her window and whisper with her, never going inside for fear of her father finding me.  

Until one day, she stopped coming to the barn.  

Three years later… 

I was closing up the barn, waiting for YN, when I saw another car pull up to the house. I saw a guy get out and knock on the door. I watched as my YN came out with a smile and a pretty dress and took the hand of the guy that wasn’t me. She climbed into the car, and they drove off.  

She took my heart with her. 

It was her senior year. She is eighteen now. And I wanted to ask her out but I was too late. I finished my duties, headed to my own truck and went to the bar, to drown my sorrows.  

The next morning was brutal. I barely made it to work on time with the hangover of the century.  

Time went on and I did my job, caring for the horses, getting them out to the yard for exercise or grooming. It had been about three months since YN had started dating Ransom. What the hell kinda name was Ransom anyway? I kept my thoughts to myself. YN would still visit me on occasion, gushing about her new beau and how perfect he was. I tried to be as supportive has possible as her best friend but it killed me inside,  

One March afternoon, I went to take the horses out to their yard. We had another month before we started moving cattle so I got them to roam and exercise as best I could. I went to Daisy’s stall, but she wasn’t herself. She whines and stamps; she was in distress. I ran for YN’s father.  “Mr. YLN! You gotta call the vet! Something is wrong with Daisy!” He pulled out his phone as I ran back to the horse.  

“It's ok girl, we’ll get you all fixed up, you’ll see.” I stoked her neck and nose, trying to calm her. Fifteen minutes later, Doc Brown, the vet, came in and did a check.  I tried to keep her calm as he checked on her.  

After a few minutes, Doc removed his glasses. “I’m sorry Mr. YLN. Daisy has twisted gut. Normally I would say surgery but given her age, I don’t think that’s wise. It would just cause more pain.”  

“Shit.” Her father looked up to blink back tears. “I need to call YNN.”  

“I can do it, Mr. YLN,” I offered. He nodded as he discussed logistics with Doc. I reached for my phone and called, taking a deep breath as it rang. 

“Hey Cowboy!” 

“Hey Cowgirl. Where are you?” 

“I’m having lunch with Mama. Why?” 

I tried to keep my voice steady. “YN, I need you to come to the horse barn right now.”  

“Is everything ok?” 

“No. It’s Daisy.”  

“Daisy? Mama, we have to go. I’ll be right there, Johnny.” She hung up and I turned to Doc and Mr. YLN. “YN and Mrs. YLN are on the way.”  

“Thanks Johnny. Can you stick around?”  

“Sure.” I hung back as they moved Daisy to a bigger stall so she would have more room. I’ve seen animals put down before but not one that was considered more family than anything else. Twenty minutes later, YN came running in. “Daddy! Johnny! What’s going on? Why is Diasy in there?” 

Her father puts his hands on her shoulders. “Sweetheart, Daisy has twisted gut. Doc tried to fix it but the only way to do that is with surgery.”  

“Ok. Are they getting ready for that?” She asks with hope.  

Mr. YLN sighs. “No baby. She’s too old for that. We have to…” 

“No,” she backs away. “No, she’s my Daisy! You can’t…” She runs into the pen with Daisy and hangs onto her neck, sobbing uncontrollably. We all give her some time as I help Doc get everything ready.  

“It’s time, YNN,” her dad calls.  

“Daddy, please, don’t let them do this. Let’s fix her, please!”she cries.  

“If I thought it would be the best thing for her, if Doc thought she would survive, I would. But she’s an old girl and its time. I’m so sorry sweetheart.” He tries to hug his daughter, but she wiggles free and runs right into my arms. I hold her tight, feeling her tears run through her body. I look at my boss and his heart his broken for his little girl.  

“Do you want to stay, YN? We can wait outside if…” 

“No,” she cuts me off, “I want to stay with her.”  

“Ok, we can stay. I’ll hold your hand if you want.” 

She turned away from me but kept my hand in hers. “I’m r-ready, Doc.”  

“Ok, I’ll inject a sedative to put her to sleep and then administer the narcotic. She won’t feel anything, YN.”  

She nods but goes to Daisy one more time. “I love you, Daisy. Thank you for being my best friend.” She kisses her nose one more time before she comes back to me. She grips my hand hard. I see her father eyeing me warily. But I stand tall.  

Once the doc administered the last dose, YN wailed and turned into me again. I held her to me, letting her cry. She needed this, to just cry for the loss of her best friend. As she starts to hiccup, I whisper to her, “Let’s get you home, ok?” She nods and I guide her out.  

She continues to cry as I walk her to the house. Her cell phone rings and she answers, trying to calm her voice. “Ransom? Are you on your way? We stop walking as she talks to that entitled prick. But I need you… Daisy died and… no I understand… am I going to… ok, bye.” She turned to me and blushed. “His grandfather needs him,” waving the phone.Her smile came out watery. “He’ll come by later.”  

One more tear fell from her eye. I cupped her cheek and thumbed her cheek to clear the tear. “I’m here, Cowgirl.” I pull her to me and rest my chin on her head as she sobbed. I walked her to the porch steps, and I sat us down. It took a while but she finally got to sniffle. “You doing, ok?” 

“Yeah.” She looked at me with your beautiful eyes, red rimmed, puffy lips, tear-stained cheeks. “He’s not a bad guy, you know.”  

“I know.”  

“But I’m thankful I have you.” She smiles. “Will you come see me tonight?” 

“Cowgirl, that is not…” 

“Please, Johnny. I just want to talk and get out of my head. “She gave me her puppy eyes and I fucking cave.  Because I always cave.  

I’d do anything for her.  

“Sure, Cowgirl. I’ll be by around midnight.”  

“Thank you, Cowboy.”  

At midnight, I came on my bike and parked behind the barn, so I didn’t wake her parents. There’s an old tree right next to her window that I always scale. Thankfully, her parent’s room is on the other side of the house. There is a faint light in the window. The night light she’s had since five, was still on. It was the shape and color of Daisy and I knew she had it in because she was missing her friend. Once I got onto the roof, I gently tapped the window so YN knew I was there. She opened the curtain and smiled at me in the window. She opened it gently. “Hi Cowboy.”  

“Hey Cowgirl.” I sat next to the window. “How are you feeling?” 

She gave me a sad smile. “I’m ok. Ransom didn’t come by. He said he was too busy.” She sighed and looked at her lamp. “I miss her.”  

“I know you do, Cowgirl. But after a while, we’ll find you a new horse to raise because that’s what Daisy would want.”  

“You think?” 

“Well, if something happened to me, I would want you to find a new best friend because I never want you to be alone. I feel like Daisy and I are kindred spirits like that.  We both love you.”  

I didn’t realize the implication of my words. They were the truth, that’s all I know. I looked out at the moon and sighed. Every day I wished she knew that she belonged with me. That she would wake and see me and knew what she that I was the one she was looking for. But I can’t force her. I’d still be there for her no matter what.  

“You mean that, Johnny?” I turned to face her, and she was closer to me.  

A tendril of hair had escaped her messy bun and I gently pushed in behind her ear. Yeah, YN, I mean it.  

She studied me with those beautiful eyes before she leaned forward and pressed her soft lips to mine. I was stunned for half a second before I gave myself into it. I put my hand on her neck to hold her close to me and deepened it. I would have been a big fat fucking liar if I didn’t say that it was the best kiss of my life. I finally pulled back to let us breathe but kept our foreheads together. “Cowgirl…” 

“Yes, Cowboy?” 

“That was… amazing.”  

“Yeah, it was.” She pulled back smiling before her face started to fall. “Oh my… Johnny, I’m…” 

I stop her. “Don’t say your sorry. Please. I don’t regret any of that. But I understand. You have a boyfriend. I respect that. But I’m always here for you, Cowgirl.” I look at my watch. “I should go. I have to be back here in five hours.”  

She frowned but when I turned to leave, she grabbed my hand and stopped me. “Are you riding Torch tomorrow?” 

Torch was one of the wild horses we had caught.  I had been trying to tame him but he was still pretty wild.  The only people he seems to like was YN and me. But I’d be dammed if she got on him.  “Yes, but you need to stay out of the pen, Cowgirl. You can help me when he’s tied to the fence. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I gave her a kiss on the cheek and took off.  

I relived that kiss in my head the entire night and in the shower the next morning.  

I was in the yard a couple of weeks later, trying to work with Torch. “C’mon boy, work with me here,” I gritted out. The horse neighed and I looked to see YN and Ransom watching. “C’mon Torch, let’s show our girl what we can do.”  I manage to get the saddle on him and climbed on. “Ok, Torch, let’s walk.” I walked around the yard a couple of times. Then I got him into a canter.  

“Looking good, Cowboy!” I smiled over my shoulder to YN but frowned when Ransom wrapped his arm around her waist. I kept working, trying to keep the jealousy off my face. He has his hands on my girl. I unfocus for just a second and Torch bucks. I get unseated and hit the ground, knocking the wind out of me.  “Johnny!” 

I hear it far away as I try to unblur my vision and get oxygen back in me. I turn over as I see YN climb the fence, her hat being blown off and Torch is headed right for her. I suck in a breath.  

“YN! No!” I scramble and leap for the reigns. I catch them by the tips of my fingers and pull Torch away from her. I hang on as he pulls until one of the other ranch hands grabs the leather and I can let go. I lay on the ground, breathing hard, trying to get the image of YN’s face of terror out of my eyes.  

“Johnny!” She skids to a stop next to me, kneeling over. “Are you ok?” 

I shake my head as I keep trying to breathe. “YN, you can’t just jump in the ring. Cowgirl, I was terrified you were going to get hurt.”  

“I don’t care.” She cups my cheek. “I was so scared you hit your head.”  

“YN!” I hear Ransom bark at her. “You’re getting dirty and we have to meet my parents! Get off the dirt and go change!” 

I got up and dusted myself off. I helped YN off the dirty and squeezed her hand. “I’m fine YN. I’ll be bruised but ok.” I pick up her hat and dust it off. I put it back on her head. “Thank you for checking on me.”  

“Anytime Cowboy.” I open the gate for her to get her out and close it.  Ransom takes YN’s hand and pulls her to the house, yelling about how she was going to make them late. I shake my head, knowing I can’t really do anything if I want to keep my job.  

Somehow, Mrs. YLN finds out about the incident and comes out to check on me. “Johnny Storm, front and center!” I hear her call out.  I smile because Mrs. YLN is the sweetest and loves all the guys on the ranch, but she has a particular sweet stop for me. I walk up to her, and she can see the bruise on my arm, but I guess I have a cut on my face. “Johnny! Go to the house and wash your face. I’ll be right there and I have apple pie for you.”  

“Yes ma’am.” I walked over to the house and went upstairs to the guest bathroom.  It’s where she kept the first aid. As I was washing, I heard loud voices coming from down the hall. I walked slowly and saw YN and Ransom arguing through the crack of her door.  

“I don’t know why you still hang out with that horse smelling farm hand?!” Ransom yelled.  

“He is a rancher and he’s my best friends. Johnny is a good guy.”  

“He’s some poor asshole…” 

“Stop it Ransom! He is my friend and you need to respect our friendship!” 

He grabbed her by the arms and pulled her next to him. “He wants what’s mine,” he growled at her. She turned away and gripped her chin to keep her eyes on him. “You’re going to tell him to leave you alone.”  

She sticks her chin up. “And if I don’t?” 

“You will regret it.”  He shoves her back and she hits her nightstand. I watch as her night light topples and breaks.  

I storm into the room. “Hey!” I push Ransom out of the way to reach YN. “YN, are you alright?” 

I can see the tears forming in her eyes. But they weren’t on me. They were on her lamp. “Johnny…” her voice quivers. She looks at me as one solitary tear fall from her eye. I can feel the rage building in me. I turn back to Ransom.  

“You son of a bitch! You hurt her.” I shoved him and he stumbled towards the door.  

“Fuck you asshole!” He took a swing at me but I managed to dodge it and get it a hit in his gut. It drops him, gasping for air.  

I grab YN’s hand and pull her from the room.  “C’mon YN!” I race down the stairs and out the back door. I run towards my bike and get the helmets. “Put this on, Cowgirl.”  

“Johnny, you know my father will be pissed!” 

“I don’t care. I can’t leave you with that monster.”  I turn to look at her as she plays with the straps of the helmet. “Do you want to stay with him?” She shakes her head. “Do you want to be with me, Cowgirl?” She looks at me, a soft blush blooming on her cheeks. I tuck a lock of hair. “Tell me.”  

“You’re my best friend.” The statement makes my heart sink and I drop my gaze. “But I’ve always wanted a chance with you.” I snap back up and she smiles.  She leans in and kisses me. Not like the first time, where it started soft and sweet.  This one urgent, lustful. I cup the back of her head to pin her to me. I lick the seam of her lips, asking her to let me in. She let me deepen the kiss and I was in heaven.  

When I heard yells coming from the house, I broke it and turned my head. “Baby, we have to go.” I shoved my helmet on and then helped YN, jumped on the bike, helped her up and gunned it out of the yard.  

I made it out to the lake and the boathouse on the other side of the county. YN’s family think she would go to my place or my family’s but I’m not an idiot. I pull into the yard and stopped, taking my first deep breath since she kissed me. I held out my hand to help YN off the bike.  She stood, watching down the dirt road. “Are we safe here Cowboy?” 

“We should be, Cowgirl. C’mon.” I opened the big dock door to hide my bike and walked us in. It was dusty and dark, but it was a safe place. I had my lighter and was able to light a couple of candles to see where we were going.  But not soon enough as I walked into a giant cobweb. “Fuck! Shit!” I yelled as I batted away the sticky strings.  

YN giggles as she watches before she screeches and runs towards me. “Johnny!” 

“Baby, what…” 

“I think I felt a snake!” 

I tried to hold my laugh. “Baby, there are no snakes by the water.”  I finally found the light switch and the room was illuminated with a soft golden glow.  I went to where she stood before and then let out a laugh.  “Was this your great snake?” I held up an old fishing rod with a feather lure at the end.  

“Shut up Johnny, it scared me!” She crossed her arms and pouted at me.  

I came up to her and caressed her face. “My beautiful girl. I’m sorry.” I kiss her forehead. “Want to sit on the dock?”  She nodded and I took her hand. 

The sun was setting across the water. YN sat at the edge of the dock and let her legs dangle over the water. I sat right behind her and wrapped her in my arms. We were quiet for a while, listening to the crickets and cicadas harmonize in the twilight. I kissed her cheek and then down to her neck and she leaned to give me access. “Do you know how long I wanted to hold you and kiss you like this?” I whispered to her.  

“Not as long as I have.” She turned to me and smiled.  “I wish I had the courage to spend more time with you when I was 15.”  

“Sweetheart, your father forbade all of us to try and be with his daughter. I was a scared 18-year-old and not in the right place to give you what you deserved.” I kissed her nose before I kissed her properly. We went back to watching the sky turn from blue to yellow to orange to pink and then purple. “Why were you dating that guy? What did he have?” 

“I don’t know. Daddy introduced us and he took an interest.” She looks down at the water. “It was the day after I saw you in town with Sharon Carter. I thought,” she shook her head, “I thought that you really didn’t like me and then I just wanted to move on.”  

I know what day she is talking about.  It was the day Susie had set me up on a blind date. We met for a coffee in town, but Sharon told me from the beginning that she had feelings for someone else. We chatted about her horse, and she asked I could come train him. I explained this to YN. “I declined because I had just started working on Torch.” I caressed her cheek. “I didn’t want to take away my time from you.” 

She looked up at me, her beautiful eyes studying me. I could get lost in them. She turned and straddled my lap, her sundress riding up. Fuck, why had she already changed before her confrontation with Ransom. Did that dick get to see her naked? I shook the thoughts from my mind as I gripped her hips as she settled into my lap, making sure that she doesn’t tip back into the lake. Her arms are looped around my neck. She doesn’t say anything, not a single word or noise.  She just keeps those eyes on me, staring at me like a painting. Finally, she leans down and kisses me. I follow her lead, just like I would follow her anywhere if she asked me. Her fingers tangle into my hair as my hands splayed across her back and neck.  

I can feel her warmth right over my cock. I can feel myself growing harder under her as she begins to move over me. She’s grinding that pussy into me and I know I will lose it if I don’t stop it.  I try to still her but she keeps moving.  She lets go of my mouth to start kissing my neck and working the buttons of my shirt. “Baby, baby, stop,” I finally say. She pulls back, a look of hurt crossing her face. “No, baby, I just don’t want to do this here. I don’t want anyone to see you in pleasure besides me.” I grip under her ass as I move to lift her in my arms and carry her to the bedroom in the boathouse.  

You would think the room would be dusty and dirty, but it wasn’t.  I had been hiding out here on and off for the last few years. My father wasn’t a good man and I didn’t stick around when he started drinking.  My mom had left a few years before and Suzy lived with Reed so I was on my own. But I made the best of it. The bed had a clean quilt and everything was dusted and swept.  I even cleaned the bathroom.  

I laid my girl on the bed, slotting my hips in between her legs. I kissed her hard, fuck, I wanted her so bad. But I didn’t want her to think that this was all I wanted.  I slowed our kisses. “Johnny?” 

“I don’t want you to think that I just want this, Cowgirl. I’m in love with your fire, your spirit, your compassion, well, just you. Everything you.” I swallowed. “If you don’t want to do this, I understand, and we’ll wait.” I looked away for just a second before she used a finger to push me back into her eyesight.  

“Johnny Storm, I have been waiting for you for three years.”  

My eyes widen. “Are you...” She nods and looks away. I pull her gaze back. “Baby, are you sure?” 

“You belong to me Johnny, just like I belong to you.”  

I swallow. “We’ll go slow, ok? If I hurt you, just let me know and we’ll stop.” She nods and kisses me. I pull back. “I need your words, YN.”  

“I trust you Johnny.”  

I got up to my knees, still in between her legs and I started to unbutton my shirt. She watched me with big eyes, still unsure but never letting go. When I pulled it off, a soft gasp came from her mouth. That made me smirk. I pulled her up to me, sitting her. I tugged at the bottom of her pretty little sundress and pulled it over her head. I groaned at the site of her in just pink lace. I guided her back down to the bed and started to kiss every inch of skin I could find.  

YN sighed. I slid the pink strap of her bra down her shoulders and arms, kissing her skin as I went. I kissed the tops of her breasts and then pulled a cup down to take the peaked nipple in my mouth.  I nibbled and sucked as YN arched her back at the sensation.  “Johnny,” she moaned. Fuck, listening to my name come from her lips almost sent me over the edge. I moved to the other one while a pinched and twisted the first. I released her and then unclipped the offending fabric.  

I kept moving down, skimming her skin with my fingertips and my lips as she squirmed underneath me. I got to her lace pants and kissed her covered mound, inhaling her scent. “Dammit baby, you smell like heaven. Can I taste you?” 

She was silent and I lifted my head to see tears. “Baby?” 

“I’m scared. What if you don’t like me?” The sound of her uncertainty, her fear, broke my heart.  

“Oh, sweetheart.” I went back to hover over her. “I know that you will be the best taste I’ve ever had. The best partner I could ever ask for.” I let my hands wander as caress over the hem of her panties. “I promise, I’ll make you feel good.”  

She peered up at me and smiled. “Ok.”  

Such a simple little word can bring the heat in my veins. I kiss her softly again as I slide my hand into her panties.  I swallow her cry as tease her slit. “So wet, Cowgirl. For me?” 

She nods. “Is that a good thing?” 

“That’s an amazing thing.” I dip into her tight hole. “Oh fuck, you’re so tight.” She rolls her hips in time to the thrust of my hand, seeking my touch. “You like that YN?”  She nods again as she lets go of another low moan. My cock is straining behind my Wranglers, desperate to get out and play with the woman underneath me.  I stroke one more time and then bring my finger to my mouth.  She jaw drops at suck her cream from my finger.  “I knew you would taste good.” 

I don’t give her the chance this time.  I pull down her panties off her legs and stuff them in my pocket. “Johnny...” she started but soon she moaned as I licked my way up her slit. I kissed, sucked and teased her clit, finger fucked her until she was withering under me. “Give it to me Cowgirl. Let go.” 

“I can’t,” she cried, “Johnny, I...” 

“Its ok, let go for me, my love.”  

She cried as her orgasm took over, her body shook and her pussy strangled my fingers. I kept it gentle, knowing that this was the first one but certainly not the last. I could she her coming down so I gently pulled my fingers away. I licked my finger clean and then undid my jeans. “Are you ready for me Cowgirl?” I pulled my jeans and boxers off and fished a condom from my wallet.  

Her eyes were big. “Cowboy, that is not going to fit.”  

I gave her a sexy smirk. “We’ll make it fit.” I rolled it on and then slowly climbed back on top of her. I slotted my hips between her legs and kissed her hard and deep.  My cock seeks out the warmth of her pussy and notched at her entrance. “Ready?” 

“Yes. Please be gentle,” she whispered.  

“Always, Cowgirl.” I pushed in softly, groaning at how hot and tight she is. “Oh fuck, baby.” Her nails dug into my back but I didn’t focus on the pain. I pushed until I felt resistance. “I’m sorry baby but this will hurt. I promise it’ll feel good after.” I thrusted hard and she screamed. I held her too me as she thrashed her head, sobbing.  “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry love.”  

“Johnny!” She cried. It took a few minutes, but she calmed, and I move slightly. She moaned at the feel of my cock in her. “I feel so full,” she moaned.  

“That’s good, love. I’m going to move, ok?” She nodded and I withdrew gently, seeing her wince. “Do you want me to stop?” 

“No, no, I just,” she swallowed. “It's so much.”  

“I know. Just let your body feel.”  I withdrew until the head of my cock was the only piece in her and thrusted back in gently. Her head tossed back with a moan. I did that a few more time until I heard her say, “more.” I sped up my movements, pulling her leg over my hip to open her up a bit more.  

“Oh fuck, Cowboy, right there. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” She buried her head in my neck as I pumped into her.  

“I won’t stop until you give me another Cowgirl.” I moved my hand and used my finger to circle her clit.  She cried out more and I circled a little faster. I started to feel the sensation in my spine and I knew I was close.  “Fuck, tell me you’re close, Cowgirl.” 

“So close,” she moaned. I moved faster. My hips slamming into her, my finger pressing her little button of pleasure faster and harder. Her cry changed and I started to recognize it.  

“Come for me,” I ordered. That’s all it took as she detonated around me, squeezing me, milking me, triggering my own release into her. I slowed, both breathing hard. “Are you ok?” I was scared I hurt her with how hard I had been fucking her.  

“I’m great,” she said with a smile. “I get it now, what all my romance books talked about. It does feel like the best ride.”  

I laughed with her. I pulled out gently, knowing it would hurt. She winced but cupped my cheek to let me know she was ok.  There was a little blood on the condom and blanket but I didn’t make her feel bad. I got another blanket to cover her while I took the other one away. I threw away the condom and took a washcloth to her. She jumped when I touched her, but I knew it was just because of how sensitive she had become. I climbed back into bed with her and hauled her into my arms. She rested her head on my chest. “Johnny?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I love you.”  

“I love you, Cowgirl. Get some rest.” I kissed her head and smoothed down her hair. I fell asleep to her rhythmic breaths against me.  

I was sleeping with an angel in heaven.  

Muted sunlight filters in as I lay on my back, stroking my girl’s hair as she sleeps in the early morning. I think about the last three years, pining after the girl in my arms.  She wasn’t ready for me then. But now that I have her, I’ll never let her go.  

She starts to stir and wake. She stretches a little before looking up at me. “Hi.”  

“Hi Cowgirl. How are you feeling?” 

She smiles softly. “A little sore. But happy.” I lean to kiss her. Her eyes flutter as they open again.  “Good morning, Cowboy.”  

“This is the best way to start the day, my beautiful Cowgirl.”  I kiss her again when I hear a beep from somewhere. I reach down for my jeans and fish my phone from the pocket. There was a text message from her father 

Mr. YLN: Please bring my daughter home. 

I sighed and looked at my girl. “It’s time sweetheart.”  

She frowned but nodded. As we dressed, I gave YN a pair of my boxer briefs to wear since I tore her panties. It gave me a boost knowing she was wearing my underwear under her dress.  I cleaned up, feeling like I would be back living here soon since I would probably lose my job. But I had a feeling, I would still have YN.  

The ride back was quiet. I didn’t know what we would be walking into. Would her father try and kill me because I took his daughter and took her innocence? Would he press charges? I knew I would be facing something I just didn’t know what.  

We pulled into the driveway and went right up to the house. I helped YN off and took her helmet. “You know I love you right?”  

She nodded but her face was nervous. “I know. I love you too. We do this together?” I took her hand.  

“Together.”  

We walked up the steps to her house. I knocked and the door immediately opened. Her mother answered. “YN. Johnny.” She looked down at our joined hands and smiled. She waved us into the living room where Mr. YLN and Random were waiting for us.  

“Mr. YLN. Mr. Drysdale.” I hated that I had to greet that fucker. I remembered yesterday and how he had pushed my girl. I remember seeing the bruise on her side. I had kissed the pain away when I worshipped her body but I would never forgive him for marking her.  

“Johnny, YN, I’m happy you came back.” He looked at our hands and then back at his daughter. “What were you thinking YN? You ran away from our home with our ranch hand without explanation. Your mother and I have been worried sick. If I hadn’t checked the cameras…” 

YN gripped my hand tighter and then interrupted her father. “I ran away because I didn’t feel safe in my own home.”  

The look of disbelief crossed her father's face. “What? What is that supposed to mean?” 

“You didn’t look in her room, did you?” I asked.  

“No. Ransom was in the living room and said you ran away with the farm boy after you had assaulted him.”  

I scoffed. “That’s rich. We’re not on a farm jackass,” I directed to Ransom. “We are a ranch. But that’s beside the point. The reason for the assault was because I was protecting YN from him. He was yelling at her, making her cry and then he shoved her into her nightstand and broke her horse lamp.”  

My words had the power to stop time. Ransom’s face turned red from rage as her father's face blanched. I could see what he was thinking. The man she introduced to his daughter was a monster.  

“You have no proof, farm boy!”  

“I’ve seen the bruises you asshole. I held her as she cried for the last reminder of her best friend that she had because you broke it.” 

Action was swift. Mr. YLN grabbed Ransom around the collar. “You put your hands on my daughter?!” Ransom gapped like a fish. “You thought you could lie to me. I know your grandfather and believe you me that he will hear about this. Get out of my house and off my property you worthless piece of shit.” Mr. YLN cocked his arm back and punched Ransom square in the jaw. He fell in a pile to the floor and grabbed his face.  

I helped him up and threw him out the door. “You fucked with the wrong girl Drysdale.”  

“She was mine!” He yelled back. “I will end you!”  

“Guess what? She was never yours. She was always mine. She belongs to me, and I belong to her. And you can just fuck off.”  

I went back inside and faced her father. “She’s yours?” 

“Sir, I have been in love with your daughter since the day I met her. I just wanted to wait until she knew that I was hers. I love her, sir, with everything I have.”  

There is nothing like riding a horse. The freedom, the raw power, there is nothing like it. Especially when you girl is holding onto you as you ride the horse you trained together.  

It was nearing dusk, the sky changing to it’s beautiful pinks and reds and purples. I had ridden out to the lake on the opposite side of the boathouse. When I got to the water’s edge I stopped and helped YN down before I got down. It had been six months since the confrontation with Ransom. And they had been the happiest six months of my life. We walked along the edge, listening to the sounds of the coming eve, Torch neighing. I was nervous.  

“Baby, why are you trembling?” My Cowgirl stopped me and had a look of concern in her eyes.  

“Sorry, I just…” I cleared my throat. “I just have something to ask you. Do you love me?” 

“More every day.”  

“Do I make you happy?” 

“I’m the happiest girl in the world.”  

“Ok good. Because I’ve never been so happy YN and that’s all because of you. And I never want to let go of that happiness. So…” I pulled the box from my pocket and knelt to one knee. “My Cowgirl, will you marry me?” 

I opened the box to show off a modest pear-shaped diamond on a gold band. It had been all I could afford but her father said I could upgrade later since I’d be the ranch manager soon.  

“Johnny,” she gasped. “Yes, she whispered, Cowboy, yes!” 

I put that ring on her finger and lifted her into my arms.  

After all this time, she saw that I was the one who understood her, who got her, who loved her.  

She belonged to me.  

I belonged to her.  

Forever.  

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I WAS SO EXCITED WHEN I GOT THIS

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It's two o'clock in the morning when Sirius wakes to a pounding on his front door.

Remus groans in bed beside him, throwing a pillow over his head--which becomes a unanimous vote against Sirius that it is in fact him that will be getting the door.

The night has been dramatic enough as it is, a storm throwing out the power for most of the evening and the clashing of thunder and lighting overhead being frequent enough that Albernathy the third--James' cat--has been hiding under the bed.

"Alright, alright I'm coming!" Sirius shouts when another round of banging begins.

He swings open the door, ready to give an earful to whoever it is--most likely James, forgetting his key for the 20th time, but all the words get stuck in his throat at the sight of his little brother standing there, dripping onto their welcome mat.

"I need a place to stay," Regulus blurts out before Sirius can even begin to think of words.

Sirius drags his eyes from Regulus' slightly frantic expression, his curly hair dripping onto his jacket--which is way too posh for two am--and finally to the backpack he's carrying swung over one shoulder.

"Pads," comes a drowsey voice behind him, "who's at the--Reggie?"

Sirius glances over his shoulder to see James in the hall behind him, glasses on, no shirt, and wearing his spider-man pyjama pants.

"Can I get a towel?" Regulus asks, far too polite for someone shaking like a leaf.

"Yes," Sirius stutters out, somehow far too loud. "I--yes. Prongs?"

"Going."

Sirius steps out of the way, letting Regulus into the apaetment. They regard each other silently for a second.

"May I...take your coat?" Sirius asks, cringing inwardly at the causalness.

But Regulus huffs a laugh, "only if you have one I can borrow."

"I do." Sirius tries, meeting Regulus' eye. "Have one you can borrow."

Regulus' expression is too open for Sirius' taste. He barely knows the boy--man now, standing in front of them.

"Regulus--" he starts, but he's interrupted by James returning with some clothes and a towel.

"I think these should fit," James shoves them into Regulus' arms, "bathroom is at the end of the hall. Feel free to use any of the products there. Sirius' fancy shampoos especially."

"Thank you," Regulus quietly toes off his shoes and pads down to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. A moment later Sirius hears the shower turn on.

"This is not how I saw my night going," Sirius pinches the bridge of his nose.

"What do you think happened?" James asks, fiddling with one of the drawstrings to his pants, "I mean--do you think your parents..."

"I have no idea," Sirius sighs, running a hand through his hair. "He's staying, either way."

"Of course," James says seriously. "He's always been welcome here."

"It's been three years," Sirius bites his lip. "A lot can change in three years."

James looks down the hall, and for once in his life, Sirius has no idea how to read his expression. But then James turns back to him, hand gripping Sirius' shoulder tight. "And some things don't ever change."

Part II

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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 73

Part 1 Part 72

Steve clutches Eddie and Will tighter to him. He can feel the warmth of their skin beneath their clothes, so warm against the November air that it burns. He clutches them tighter still, hoping he can immolate himself on their warmth, let that golden light in.

The kids are all yelling behind him, asking questions he doesn’t have answers to. Their faces blur together, as do their names, consumed slowly by the thing he can feel in the back of his head. It’s an ice pick through his brain. He wants to lean into it, even as he rubs his cheek into Eddie’s chest, the zipper biting roughly into his jaw.

“It got me,” he murmurs, words buzzing through Eddie’s heartbeat.

Eddie runs his fingers through Steve’s hair, pulls his face up by a fistfull of it to meet his eye. It stings. Steve wants to rub against it like an affection-starved cat. “What was that, sweetheart?”

Steve looks into his deep, brown eyes, and tries to keep them in his mind past the cold all around. “I can feel it,” he says. “It got me.”

Eddie’s biting his lip, blanching it white around his teeth. Without thought, Steve reaches out his pointer finger and pulls it down until it springs free. Eddie swallows audibly, Adam's apple bobbing with the movement. Steve sort of wants to bite it until he tastes blood.

“Should we go to Dr. Owens?” Will asks.

Steve whips his head to the side quick enough that Will lurches back a bit, falling out of the pile their bodies make and into the grass. Steve wants to reach out and drag him back. The through-line between them feels frozen, made brittle by the cold. Like if he pulled just a little too hard the whole thing would snap with catastrophic blowback for them both. But–

“I’m not going to a doctor,” he says. So vehement that it barely sounds like his voice at all.

Will shuffles back a little farther, hands outstretched and empty.

Eddie sits up, holding Steve beneath the armpits like he’s a toddler being carried. He sets him down right in front of Eddie and grabs his bare hand. It’s so scorching, it burns. Steve clutches on, watching tight-lipped as Eddie reaches his open hand out for Will’s own, making a fucked up little circle full of fucked up little people.

Whatever moment Eddie’s trying to create pops when one of the kids surrounding them opens her mouth.

“You should go to the doctor,” she says, clutching a skateboard to her chest when everyone turns to look at her. “What? That wasn’t normal!”

Steve looks at her, tries to make the lines of her face resolve into a memory, any memory at all. It doesn’t work. “Who are you?” he asks.

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, random girl, I get it,” she says, throwing her hands in the air as she storms away, throwing a biting, “leave me out of your freaky shit, then. What do I care!”

Once she’s on the sidewalk in front of the school, she drops her skateboard to the ground, jumps on it and skates away, jumping showily over the split on the sidewalk, big enough to lose a quarter in.

“So cool,” one of the kids mutters, the curly-haired one. Dustin? He has a brief flash of the kid sitting at the edge of a bed with white sheets, bouncing in excitement, before it fades back.

“She’s right, though,” another kid says, crossing his arms and glaring down at Steve haughtily. He’s like a judgemental raincloud, and Steve would know, he can feel one pushing him out of his head right now. “You need to go to the doctor.”

Something unfurls in Steve’s head. He wants to reach his hands out and wrap around the kid’s neck like a snake. He wants to squeeze and squeeze and squeeze. But Eddie’s still holding his hand, skin so hot that it hurts. So he doesn’t.

“I’m not going,” he says, standing up, his grip on Eddie’s hand pulling him up as well, leaving Will to scramble up behind them, hanging on tightly to Eddie’s hand as Steve leads the procession away from the kids and back toward the high school.

“Where are we going?” Will asks, voice small and frightened.

Steve squeezes Eddie’s hand like Will can feel it. Eddie squeezes back. “I’m going home.”

No one says anything as they walk up the sidewalk, as they reach the school, as Eddie presses Steve into the passenger seat, and Will into the back before climbing into the driver’s side.

He drives them all home.

The heat in the van’s been busted since he met Eddie, barely trickling heat out of the vents no matter how high Eddie blasts it. Steve settles in, letting the chill of his skin and the comfort of Eddie’s familiar music fill him up.

His first view of the trailer hits like a breath of relief. Home, home, home.

The heat in the trailer works. When Eddie opens the door, leading Steve by the waist into its comfortably familiar interior, the heat of the place hits Steve in the face, making him gasp.

He shakes out of Eddie’s grasp, already breathless, walks to the thermostat and turns it down until the heat clicks off entirely. He goes to the little window in the kitchen, and the window in their bedroom, opens them both, letting the chill in.

“What are you doing?” Eddie asks, as Steve makes his way to the bathroom, opening that window as well. Steve brushes past him, propping the door open like his Father taught him to make sure the air circulates.

Will’s voice murmurs from the kitchen, telling someone where he is and that he’s fine and that he loves them. Steve only realizes he was on the phone when he hears the familiar click of the receiver being put down.

“Steve?” Eddie says. Steve looks back at him. “What are you doing?”

Will walks out of the kitchen, silent enough that Steve wouldn’t have noticed him hovering partially behind the separation wall if it wasn’t for the brittle line connecting them, even still. His eyes are wide, face pale as he looks at Steve desperately. Steve wishes he knew what the kid wanted, but his head feels so full, it’s going to burst, so he just says, “he likes it cold.”

Somehow, Will’s eyes get even wider at that, pupils darting over to where Eddie’s still hovering at the threshold of the bathroom. Eddie’s holding up one of his curls above his mouth, the way he always does when he’s embarrassed or bashful, but his eyes are wide and wet and sad. Steve takes a step toward him, hand outstretched.

Something unfurls within him when Eddie takes his hand, even as it burns burns burns.

“Who likes it cold?” Eddie asks quietly, a secret between the three of them.

Steve looks into his eyes, says nothing. He knows they both know who he means, can see the recognition in Eddie’s face. Still, he looks up, like he’ll be able to see it still, now, even here.

All he sees is the gaudy yellow of the Munson’s ceiling, like the warm light glow of the sun is cracking through and shining down on them, even as the clouds outside clap open and pour down on the shitty metal shingles.

Eddie squeezes his hand, linking their fingers more securely like he never wants to let go. “Okay, Steve,” he says, even quieter still. Steve doubts Will can hear it from where he’s still hovering on the outskirts of the kitchen. “We’ll figure this out. I promise.”

He raises Steve’s hand to his lips, sears a burning kiss across his hand and then drops them back down to dangle in the minute space separating them.

Steve wonders what there is to fix. This is how it was always going to go, how it’s supposed to be. Steve closes his eyes, and feels the shadows slither within.

Part 74

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Virgo Season: Adam

Pastor Adam Blanco stormed through the Astra Hotel to the front desk. It had been a long, disappointing month, but it was nearly over. Every single person attending his exclusive conference had vanished days ago. His conference hall had been taken over by degenerate freaks, so he couldn’t even hold his events. The whole hotel seemed to be full of the kind of man Adam preached against every day of his life.

All of this had started with his son’s disappearance. Shane had been such a good, sweet, obedient Christian boy. Adam should have known the instant Shane had vanished that some evil work was being done in Florida.

Adam was here to complain to the staff before he packed his bags and checked out. The concierge had heard from him almost every day since Shane’s disappearance, first about liaising with law enforcement and then, increasingly, about the encroaching freaks squatting in the halls and rooms of the hotel.

But today, instead of the meek, cowed front desk staff, Adam found more of the freaks. Behind a seemingly empty desk, there was a mass of scantily clad men on the carpet. Some were in spandex, others in rubber, and one seemed to be wearing a rubber pup mask. A thickset Black man in a half-zipped spandex bodysuit looked up from the ass he was eating to see Adam. “Mmm, be with you in a moment, Mr. Blanco,” he gasped, and then dove back into the tangle of limbs and muscles.

Vibrating with fury at the disgusting display, Adam turned and stormed away, back to the elevator. As he marched through the halls, he dodged knots of undressed degenerates engaged in displays of wanton lust. The conference hall doors were closed, but he could hear a chorus of moans within. Adam marched into the first empty elevator and slammed the button for his floor.

He would pack and he would go home. There was work to be done with his own flock, left to the assistant pastor for a whole month. Refocussing on the future helped Adam to calm down, and he was almost breathing normally as he used the keycard to open his room.

“Hey Daddy,” said a deep, slightly smokey voice as Adam opened the door to his room. The smell of cigarette smoke washed over Adam as he stepped in and saw a young Hispanic-looking man lounging against the opposite wall. He was muscular, shirtless, with short, curly hair and light, arresting eyes as he met Adam’s apoplectic gaze. There was something familiar about those eyes, even though the handsome, manly face around them was like nobody Adam had ever seen.

“Awww, Daddy, you don’t recognise me?” the man asked, stubbing out his cigarette on the sole of his sneaker. “Guess you really weren’t paying attention when I broke my arm in second grade.”

“Shane?” Adam grunted. He let the door swing shut behind him. This strange Latino looked almost nothing like his son, but after a month in the Astra Hotel Adam was willing to believe in the supernatural.

“You got it, Daddy!” Shane said, pushing himself to his feet. From having been a head shorter than Adam, they were suddenly standing eye to eye across the room. “You never told me how much fun these conferences were.”

“What did they do to you?” Adam gritted out. “Where is my son?”

Shane laughed. “I’m right here.” He smiled. “You know, I spent years certain that you already knew I was gay, but you had no idea, did you? You thought I was the perfect young Republican. I was scared for nothing.”

“No.” Adam was shaking, he wasn’t sure whether with rage or fear. “I have a good, normal son who obeys his father, not a fucking degenerate freak.” He turned to leave. However this stranger had gotten into his room, he didn’t need anything from his luggage. He would drive to the airport early.

“Stop,” said Shane. He didn’t speak loudly, simply with complete authority.

Adam froze.

“I was going to let the magic take you and set you free,” said Shane. With his eyes locked on the door, Adam couldn’t see him, but felt Shane walk up behind him. “All those sad, angry little men you gathered are so happy now that they get to be their freaky, unrestrained selves, Daddy. They’re so much more fun now that they don’t care what anyone else says they should be.

“You could have had that.” Shane stepped around into Adam’s field of vision. “I wanted to watch you become a happy, horny faggot who didn’t remember being Pastor Adam Blanco.” Shane reached out and grabbed Adam’s shoulder. Adam felt a jolt, and then he was walking backwards under Shane’s direction, still unable to speak or react.

Shane left Adam standing erect in the middle of the room, while he lay down on the bed. “The magic’s almost gone, you know,” Shane said, kicking off his sneakers and flexing his feet as he lounged. “Late tonight, the sun will exit Virgo and my wish will be spent. I think I deserve to have some extra fun with my dear old Dad, since we haven’t seen each other all month. Don’t you agree?”

Adam stood frozen. Inside, he was screaming, raging. He would probably be frothing at the mouth if he could move. He felt a vein in his temple throb to life as Shane smiled up at him.

“I think the magic agrees with me. You’re going to do exactly as I say tonight, aren’t you, Daddy? Completely obedient to your horny gay son?”

Against his will, Adam felt his neck muscles shift, and he nodded mechanically.

“Oh, that’s not gonna do at all,” Shane crooned. “Some guys are into the robot shit, but I like a willing partner. Daddy, be excited to be my obedient toy.”

Adam felt a moment of utter panic, but then it was all washed away in an excited thrill. Based on everything he knew and believed, Adam knew that he should be horrified by the thought of his body and mind being under Shane’s control. However, instead of any fear, all that he felt was excitement at what the evening had in store. In response to Shane’s slow, wicked smile, Adam found himself grinning back at his son.

“Feeling good, Daddy?” Shane asked.

“Yeah,” Adam replied, his voice a little giddy with his excitement. “I just wish you would stop calling me Daddy, son. It sounds dirty when you say it like that.”

“You’d rather not be my Daddy?” Shane raised his eyebrows. “I could make you love it when I called you that, Daddy.”

Adam shuddered with excitement at the idea.

“But no, I like the idea of you not being a Daddy, too. Let’s take away all that gross, stressful authority. Be a hot young gear slut.”

In an instant, Adam’s suit vanished, and he was left gasping in the cold air of the hotel room as his body shrank. Grey body hair contracted into his skin, which tightened up around hard, slender muscles. Adam’s hair turned into a puff of tight blond curls as his face slimmed down. Looking down at himself with a habitual smirk, Adam watched a tight pair of leggings wrap around his shredded young legs. Leather straps wrapped around his pecs and arms.

Inside the pouch of his leggings, Adam felt his cock start to leak precum. Shane had said to be a slut, so Adam’s body went into sexual overdrive. He felt a hunger deep in his throat and his asshole, and started uncontrollably kneading his groin.

“Yeah, you’re not a Daddy anymore,” Shane said, as Adam started to moan, his knees buckling. “Dan would probably love you right now. Want to be addicted to cum, Adam?”

The sound of his son calling him by his first name in that smokey, rough voice made Adam moan even louder, collapsing onto the floor. “Anything you want,” Adam gasped, rolling around on the floor as his whole body lit up with pleasure from the feeling of the carpet.

“Tell me how you really feel, under what I’ve commanded you to feel.”

“Sick, you perverted freak,” Adam rasped, still rolling on the floor and rubbing his bulge. “I hate that I can’t wring your fucking neck or knock some sense into you. I’m disgusted by what you’re forcing my body to do.”

Shane leaned over the edge of the bed, watching Adam start to buck, desperate to feel some sensation in his hungry hole. He smiled coldly. “You’re disgusted? By such a cute body, too!” his voice was all false concern. “You know what, you’re right, you need to get to know how much you can love being grossed out. Be a musk-obsessed pup.”

Adam’s eyes rolled back in his head as his body bulked up a bit with muscle, tanning a few shades darker. A pup mask covered his handsome face, and a cute thong with a fluffy tail replaced his leggings, baring his thick ass and bulky legs. Adam suddenly felt overwhelmingly warm, and sticky sweat stood out on his bare skin, filling the room with a rich, masculine scent. Adam found that he couldn’t stop breathing it in, and shoved the face of his pup mask into his armpit to sniff himself better.

“It’s so hot to watch you be such an obedient slut, Adam,” Shane said. Adam glanced up to see that Shane had pulled his thick Latino cock out of his sweatpants and was gently masturbating. Adam wondered what Shane’s cock and balls smelled like. “You always were a showoff in front of a crowd. Did you always want to be exposed like this? Let loose all that repressed desire?”

Adam felt an answer bloom in his mind, but refused to say it. He was too busy trying to get a sniff of his own ass, anyway.

“Answer me,” Shane commanded.

The words tumbled out of Adam’s mouth. “Yes, I always wanted to let myself go. I love the attention of a crowd. I want eyes to be on me, no matter what I’m doing to draw them.”

“Good boy,” Shane said. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Fingerfuck yourself.”

Adam immediately jammed a finger into his tight hole. It spasmed, and Adam groaned at the intense sensation as he penetrated himself. He started to shove his finger in and out of his hole, his eyes rolling as he prodded his prostate.

“I’m getting an idea of what to do with you, but first I want to see you as a real exhibitionist. Be a showoff bear.”

Adam continued to fingerfuck himself as his ass swelled up with thick muscle and fat. Thick, sweaty black hair burst out all over his thickening body. His thong vanished, and the pup mask was replaced with a sequined cowboy hat.

Just like every moment of his life, Adam felt an intense desire to show off, but now he found himself moaning theatrically as he continued to pleasure his own ass. He angled himself to make sure Shane could see as he inserted a second finger into his hole, and started to jiggle his ass to put on a better show.

“Sniff those hairy armpits.”

Adam drove his nose into his pit again, taking in the musky stench of his sweat-soaked bear body. He huffed it loudly, to make sure that Shane knew what he was doing. It was important to make sure that he kept Shane’s attention on him.

“Plug your hole.”

Adam pulled his fingers out of his hole, and found that he was holding a butt plug in his palm. Without hesitation, he aimed it at his hole and started to carefully insert it, angled so that Shane could watch the plug vanish between his pert asscheeks.

“Tell me how you really feel about this.”

“Ashamed,” Adam gasped, as the plug bottomed out inside him. “I want this to stop, but my body feels good in a way it never has before. I hate how curious I am about what you’re going to do to me next.”

“That’s certainly an improvement.” Shane rose from the bed and let his pants drop, leaving him naked. “Let’s finish you off, then. Stand up.”

Adam stood, clenching to keep the plug inside him. He didn’t know whether to feel ashamed or proud of the way his cock jutted out under his ample bear belly.

“Match my description,” Shane commanded, standing in front of Adam.

“Darker skin.” Adam’s skin darkened in unison across his body, going from tan to rich brown in seconds.

“Muscle boy build.” Adam’s belly contracted, and the mass redistributed to his chest, shoulders, and arms. For an instant, he was top-heavy, and then his quads grew to match, giving him a tapered X-shaped build with a slim waist.

“Neat manscaping.” All the hair across Adam’s body contracted to a buzzed pelt. He had a respectable bush of pubes and underarm hair, but it was all well trimmed. His dark beard squared off neatly against his cheekbones as his hair became a neat, curly style.

“Handsomer.” Adam felt the bones and cartilage in his face snap and reshape, creating a handsome, manly profile. He had perfect kissable lips and an intense gaze, the perfect compliment to his beautiful body.

“Wearing nothing but spandex.” A spandex bodysuit suddenly zipped up over Adam’s body. It was slightly sheer, showing off his cut muscles and his hard, leaking cock. Adam was sure that the base of his butt plug would be visible right through the pink fabric.

With a wave of his hand, Shane held a pair of shades that he slipped on Adam’s face. “Now you’re ready for the runway,” Shane told him, pinching his ass through the spandex. “Enjoy the spandex on your skin. Show me how much you love wearing stretch fabric on those big Black muscles, Adam.”

With a gasp, Adam ran his new, callused hands over the sheer, silky fabric all over his body. The touch felt electric. He rubbed his cock, enjoying how obvious it was right through the spandex, how each drop of precum fell onto the carpet as he rubbed himself. He touched the zipper, imagining the feeling of it unzipping, letting his muscles free.

“There, no one will ever be able to take their eyes off of you again, Adam,” Shane said, raking his eyes over Adam’s body in a way that got Adam moaning. He wanted more people to stare at him. He couldn’t wait to show off this body in public and have people stare in disgust and awe.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Shane snapped his fingers. “Be a proud gay man, but don’t forget who you were before.”

Adam blinked. He looked over Shane again, and felt desire for Shane’s sexy Latino body for the first time. Adam needed to fuck and get fucked. He thought back over the last month, all the kinky men he’d seen having sex, and felt a need to reenact every single act he’d witnessed, preferably with a different man each time.

The voice of Adam Blanco, whose opinion Shane had asked a couple of times, slipped into the back of Adam’s mind. He remembered being an older, homophobic pastor, but the ideology slipped away from him. It didn’t make sense to be so uptight and self-absorbed when he could be having as much gay sex as possible.

Shane smiled at Adam’s hungry gaze. “Go on,” he said, “go find the others.”

Adam hurried out of the room.

Shane followed at a slower pace, still naked, and went down by the stairs instead of the elevator. He’d learned the Astra well over the last month, navigating the warren of hallways and stairwells to monitor the results of his wish.

At the door to the basement storage room, Shane paused, listening to the orgy going on in the conference hall. It was already past midnight, but the party would keep going for a few hours yet. Everyone was leaving tomorrow. They would live their new lives until they came back here for Virgo Season next year.

Shane slipped through the door.

The magical cornerstone was flickering with orange light as the magic began to slip away. Shane watched it for a while, smoking a cigarette while he waited. At 2:45 AM, he started to stroke his cock, imagining what was happening upstairs.

Hundreds of men were in the conference hall tonight, all in their best gear and all fucking as hard as they could. Rod the sneakerhead drone was probably taking as many cocks as he could as hard as they could pound him. Dan, the Black leatherman with addictive cum, would be letting all his cum-addicted sluts worship him while he inducted someone new to his harem. Ezzy the pup would be dressed down in a slutty pup outfit, sniffing some anonymous pits or sucking a fat cock.

Ben and Kyle had danced earlier tonight, but now they were fucking, probably still on stage. Both of them loved to show off how acrobatic they could be mid-fuck. Jason the bondage slut was bound and blindfolded, just like he always was in the Astra. He loved being a set of holes and a thick trucker body for other people to use. Harold and his rubber kinkster friends were all in a pile of slick, sweaty rubber.

Blaine and Spence, the leather husbands, were tag-teaming some boys, maybe the bellhops who had been converted into twinky bois the other night. Vinny might be on the receiving end of a similar group, though he probably preferred bigger, muskier guys to hold him down and fuck his pretty holes.

And Adam… Adam was definitely in the centre of it all. He was right up on the stage, shoving his big Black cock in a hole or taking cock in his holes, and loving every second. All the attention, all the eyes on a lewd slut, would get Adam harder than any fuck ever could.

Shane could see it all so clearly in his mind’s eye. He leaned in close to the cornerstone. “Bring it back next year,” he whispered to the stone. “Take all this energy, all the power we’ve spilled for you this month. It’s all an offering. Make this happen again next year. Make it even bigger, more extreme, hotter, hornier…”

At exactly 2:49 AM, as the Sun exited Virgo and the last of the magic was expended, Shane came. Up in the conference hall, every man felt himself suddenly spill over the edge, cumming as if they all hadn’t cum in weeks. Cum jetted up toned abs and fat bellies, spurted out of assholes and mouths, and ran in trickles down legs, arms, necks, to pool on the floor, where it slowly vanished, absorbed by the Virgo artifact.

Shane watched the cornerstone pulse with power, then fade as if going to sleep. He would come back next year, to see what would happen when it awoke once more.

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[apomaro-mellow]

Part One of the Newly Wed Game

A few things happened that evening. 

The first was Steve quickly came to terms that he knew a lot about Eddie. That made sense. They hung out a lot. He knew a lot about Robin too because he cared about her. The difficult part of this was the fact Eddie knew a lot about him. And how warm inside that made him feel.

It was the way after the game, Steve went for seconds on the hot dogs and Eddie handed him the barbecue sauce and relish without a word. Steve only hesitated for a moment.

The second thing that happened was Steve tried to imagine how he’d feel if a girl he was dating knew all those things about him.

The third thing was trying to imagine Eddie as a girl.

But he didn’t need to. The image was already perfect with Eddie as is.

The fourth thing was a talk. After the barbecue, Eddie drove him and Robin back in his van. Robin was dropped off first and that was the first time Steve spoke up the entire ride.

“Can we talk?”

“Yeah”, Eddie answered easily.

He drove them out to a convenience store. Eddie went inside and Steve thought he’d come back with beers or something but Eddie surprised him with Coke flavored slushies.

“Meet me in the back”, Eddie said through the window. He went through the van’s back door while Steve just climbed through the front. Eddie closed one door, leaving the other open to get a breeze from the warm summer night.

Steve started speaking and it felt so disjointed and chaotic and oh god is this what was going on in Robin’s brain all the time? It was like he was vomiting words and by the end of it he expected Eddie to have either the blank face of someone not following or the bewildered look of someone caught in a verbal storm. Instead he looked, almost contemplative.

“Sooooo, lemme get this straight. You think you might be into me, based on what happened in that game?”

He said it so plainly and succinctly and it made Steve feel like an idiot. But he nodded anyway.

“Dude, I think you’re getting your wires crossed. I mean I know I’ve got the curly locks, but it’s Nancy you should be after.”

“If all it took was curly hair to make me fall I’d be dating Dustin!”, Steve shouted. He kicked his legs a little, hanging off the edge of the van. He was feeling restless. This was new territory and he didn’t know what came next.

“The only reason we did all that was so Nancy would see you’re still boyfriend material.”

“Yeah well, we shouldn’t’ve gotten every question right then”, Steve said.

Eddie’s back was against the side of the van, his legs stretched out right behind Steve. “I kinda lost track of the plan.”

“Why’s it so important to you that Nancy and I get back together?”

Eddie smiled a little before looking away. “Because it just makes sense, man. I mean, nothing against Jonathan, but you and her are like....a couple at the end of the world.”

Steve let out a frustrated laugh. “Is that your way of rejecting me?”

“Has this been your way of coming on to me? And I thought you were flirting royalty.” Eddie had seen Steve in action. He was never this timid about it. He always went for what he wanted.

“I never flirt unless I’m sure the other person is into me to.”

Eddie felt his walls getting weaker. Inside of him there was a mini-Eddie screaming to be let out. I’m into you! I’M into YOU! Flirt with me! Fucking do it!

Eddie pushed it down. Steve already had a high school sweetheart with whom to live his picket fence dreams. And those dreams couldn’t happen with him.

“You and Nancy just make sense.”

“Everyone keeps saying that.” Steve tossed his empty cup to the ground and moved, closing the van door, shutting out the sounds of cars going down the street. “It doesn’t make any sense to me at all.”

And then he straddled Eddie’s lap.

“Steve....what are you doing?”

“Hmm”, Steve moved a bit to get comfortable. “Now see, this makes sense to me. It’s just missing...” Steve moved Eddie’s hand, the one currently empty to sit on his hip.

The straw hung limp in his mouth. Was this really happening right now?

“Does this make sense to you?”, Steve asked, his hands against the van walls, caging Eddie in with his body.

And fuck if that didn’t do things to him. Then he remembered witnessing King Steve pull similar moves in the hallway, getting girls to focus solely on him. And fuck if getting the Steve Harrington Special didn’t do things to him. Eddie said the half finished slush down, only half caring if it fell over and put his other hand on Steve’s hip.

He didn’t know if this made sense. In fact, he was pretty sure it was all nonsense. But Eddie wasn’t about to tell Steve to get out of his lap.

“You and Nancy”, Eddie said in a low voice, although it was more of a reminder to himself than to Steve.

Steve didn’t want to hear her name anymore. So he leaned in and kissed Eddie. When he pulled back, Eddie’s eyes were closed but he was still trying to talk.

“You and...you and Nan-”

Steve kissed him again. This time when he pulled back, he watched Eddie take a breath as his eyes fluttered.

“You and-”

“You. Only you Eddie.”

Steve leaned in for a third when someone banged on the van.

“Hey no loitering! You and your broad get a move on!”

Steve grinned. “You’re my broad.”

“Actually, it’s my van and I’m driving. So you’re the broad sweet-cheeks.” And then Eddie gave him a daring squeeze of those cheeks and Steve felt his blood jump.

Years of getting his ass slapped by other jocks didn’t prepare him for this.

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It started as a slow, on the down low thing. For Steve, it was because he was afraid of falling too hard too fast. Of Eddie getting tired of him. Of a devastating dumping. For Eddie, it was because he was waiting for Steve’s experimentation to be over and for him to go back to be the straight boy right out of every father’s dream for their little princess.

They kissed in private but in public the affection showed in other ways. In ways they were both realizing had always been there. Eddie being loud and obnoxious in most places but still knocking politely when coming to Steve’s house. Steve buying more hair spray for himself and throwing some hair ties into the basket as well.

The little things.

This goes on for a month and while it kills Steve to not tell Robin, he himself is not entirely sure what he’d tell her. “Yes I like girls but I also like Eddie. No, not guys. Just Eddie.”

What sense did that make? Steve tried looking at other guys but none of them compared. He tried looking at other girls too with the same result. So maybe he was just attracted to Eddie for the rest of his life. He could deal with that.

What he couldn’t deal with was coming out to Mike Wheeler.

Mike had been tasked with going to Eddie’s trailer to try and finesse some info about the new campaign. He’d lost rock, paper, scissors. Whatever. Mike took this task seriously. So of course, he was gonna scope out the situation. He noticed Steve’s car was parked out front. Mike didn’t know what those two did all the time together. They didn’t share any of the same interests as far as he knew.

He tiptoed around the trailer. The blinds to Eddie’s room were shut. So he went over to the kitchen window. If Eddie was in a good mood, this could be easy. If Steve ruined it by saying something stupid, that made Mike’s job way more difficult. He stood on a milk crate in time to see Steve come into view and go into the fridge.

Eddie came soon after, his hair looking crazier that usually, like he’d been thrashing it around. He hugged Steve from behind and kissed the back of his neck and Mike almost lost his shit.

“I thought you were too tired to move?”, Steve asked.

“Baby I just couldn’t wait. Missed you too much.”

There was more gooey, lovey-dovey stuff which would gross Mike out if he wasn’t already pissed.

“I can’t believe this!”, Mike shouted, grabbing their attention.

“Wheeler...”, Eddie said in a warning tone.

“You guys were cheating at that game!”, he accused. “You rigged it by pretending to not be dating!”

Both let out an exasperated sigh before Mike disappeared from the window.

“I’m telling Nancy!”

“Wheeler!” 

“Mike!”

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Part three

[bordysbae]

👋👋fantilli!sister x luke hughes w 10. “i am not getting in that car with you, are you crazy?”11. “do you ever stop complaining?” “you ever think that if you stopped being an idiot i wouldn’t need to complain?”12. “why do you hate me?” “you think i hate you?”

“frenemies”

luke hughes x fantilli!sister

living in both of your brother’s shadows is basically the role you’ve had throughout all of your life. being adam’s twin sister just makes things even worse. if adam needs to move away for hockey, you have to come with. your parents can’t dare to send their superstar away without following him.

luca commited to michigan first, but when you and adam both committed, you knew your life was basically over. all the attention would be on the d1 athletes rather than the regular college student, and you were right. but when you met luke hughes, your whole life flipped. the 19 year old boy immediately caught your eye, and he gives you the most attention out of all of your brothers teammates. the only problem is that he teases you non stop, and not in a flirty way.

—

as you’re walking through the dorm hallway headed towards your brothers shared dorm, you notice the tall curly haired boy walking towards you. “ah if it isn’t adam and luca fantilli’s shadow!” he teases. you just roll your eyes at the boy and your feet come to a slow stop. “nice to see you too, jack and quinn’s shadow,” you sarcastically grin.

“party tonight, you coming?” he asks, pulling out his phone to look at his notifications instead of looking at you as you speak. “uhh, i guess so,” you shrug.

“alright sick! see you later then, adam’s twin!” he winks before walking off. the annoyed scoff that leaves your mouth contradicts how that wink effected you. your heart rate increases and your cheeks run hot. you walk towards the door of adam and luca’s dorm, and you don’t even knock before pushing it wide open and storming in.

“y/n what if we were naked!” adam shrieks, but you just let out a loud huff before jumping on his bed and burying your face in his pillows. he sends luca a concerned look, and moves one of the pillows so he can see you. “are you okay y/n?” adam asks and luca walks over to the bed as well. “what’s wrong?” luca asks, but you just groan.

you know you can’t tell them that you like their teammate, so you come up with a half lie.

“just luke being luke,” you roll your eyes before sitting up on the bed. you rest your back against the wall; now facing towards the boys who are standing next to the bed. they give you a pitiful smile, since they know luke can be a little harsh on the teasing comments. “we’re sorry about him y/n. do you want us to talk to him?” adam asks.

“no! that’ll just make it worse! but anyways, are you guys coming to the party tonight?”

“nah, we both have a lot of homework to do,” luca chimes in. you let out a little chuckle before mumbling, “yeah welcome to my world.”

“what’d you say?” luca asks, but you just shake it off and he doesn’t ask again. “alright well, i just came here to grab a hoodie so i’ll get outta your hair,” you exclaim before hopping off of adam’s bed and trotting towards their closet. “where are you going that you need a hoodie?” adam asks. “i’m going to the grocery store. need anything?” you ask, as you pull one of adam’s team canada hoodies over your head. “can we come?” adam and luca excitedly ask, and you let out a chuckle with a nod.

as you’re walking down the isles grabbing snacks for your dorm, you notice a familiar face walking towards you once again. “luke,” you blatantly state. he gives you a devilish grin before leaning down to reach your ear, “cant even go shopping on your own? you really are their shadow,” he chuckles.

“yeah whatever luke,” you scoff as you walk towards the register, with adam and luca trailing behind. you look back at luke and he just gives you a smile. a smile that should not be effecting you like this. your cheeks run hot and you immediately turn your head away.

—

you and your roommate make the walk to the frat, and immediately a strong smell of alcohol sends your senses into alert as you step inside. before you even realize it, you’re four shots in and now drinking a mix of god knows what.

“y/n, are you okay?” a familiar male voice asks from behind you. you turn around and see luke with a concerned look on his face. “whatttt i’m fine hughesy!” you shout, very clearly drunk.

“uh yeah, okay. i’m getting you an uber and taking you to your dorm, are you here with anyone?” he asks, holding your body upright to prevent you from falling.

“ummm my roommate, but i think she went upstairs with one of the frat bros, so she’ll be fine. but lukey, i don’t wanna leave!” you say, and immediately luke’s cheeks heat up at your new nickname for him. “yeah no, you’re going back to your dorm. i already called an uber, cmon,” he states as he takes you outside.

you both sit on the steps as you wait for the uber to arrive, and when it does you immediately realize what’s going on. luke slides into the backseat before you, and you gasp, “i’m not getting into the car with you! are you crazy?!”

“jesus y/n, do you ever stop complaining?” luke scoffs as he practically drags your drunk-self into the car. “maybe if you stopped being such an idiot i wouldn’t have to complain!” you roll your eyes as you struggle to buckle the seatbelt. luke’s hand pushes yours away before he helps you buckle in.

most of the ride is quiet, but when the uber gets stopped in traffic you’re basically forced to talk to luke. you’re drunk, so the first words that come out are ones you’ve been deathly afraid to ask. “why do you hate me, luke?”

his head turns from the window to look at you, “you think i hate you?”

“well yeah, why else would you be so rude to me! sure as hell isn’t flirting.”

“i mean yeah i’m not trying to flirt with you.. but i do like you, y/n. that’s why i’m rude to you. it’s because i cant let you like me back, your brothers would actually kill me! they made you a boundary for the team, but i can’t help liking you. you’re pretty, you’re sweet, and you don’t even hate me after all the shit i’ve done to you,” luke rambles.

“how do you know i don’t hate you?” you tease. “because your cheeks wouldn’t be as pink as they are,” luke smirks and you immediately get embarrassed and hide your face. luke lets out a little chuckle, and suddenly his lips find their way on yours, and they practically melt together. your heart is beating out of your chest but even if your brothers are mad, at least you got what you’ve been dying for.

a kiss from luke hughes, and an answer as to why he teases you so much.

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[artandshid]

Family Matters Part 2

Summary: Eddie realizes his mistake, but he doesn’t know how to fix it. Will a little bit of tough love from Uncle Wayne give him the right push?

Wayne Munson browsed through the grocery store for the first time in what seems forever. Now that his boy is back, he figured he’d keep some food in the house in case Eddie ever wanted to stop over.

For the past year, Wayne has been living off of fast food and whatever snacks he picked up at the convenience store when he went to get his lotteries.

Now, he’s strolling up and down the aisles of Hawkin’s favorite grocery store looking for anything and everything that catches his eye.

However, the thing that caught his eye today wasn’t any food. No, it was the girl he considered to be a daughter to him. The girl that he hasn’t seen since Eddie took off with Corroded Coffin. The girl that made his nephew the happiest Wayne has ever seen him. Y/n Y/l/n.

Wayne approaches you while you were deciding which spaghetti sauce you should buy tonight for dinner.

“My personal favorite is the thick and hearty.” You hear a gruff voice say over your shoulder. You turn around ready to snap at whatever old creep decided to come up to you today. However, when you turned around, you realized it wasn’t an old creep at all, in fact it was one of the best men you have ever known. Uncle Wayne.

You pull him into a hug, “Uncle Wayne, how have you been.”

He hugs back and squeezes you tightly, “I’ve been great kiddo, I’ve been great.” He says and holds the hug a little bit longer.

Maggie coos from the cart and both of your attentions turn toward your daughter.

“And who is this?” Wayne says while looking at Maggie.

“This is my daughter, Maggie.” You say a little bit quietly but still with a smile.

You never told Uncle Wayne about Maggie, but you also haven’t seen him in almost 2 years. You assumed Eddie didn’t say anything to him, he truly left you in his past.

You can tell Wayne was looking at her and noticing all of Eddie’s features in her. She has a lot of them, His big brown eyes, his smile, and she even has his curly brown hair, although that just started growing. You know Wayne noticed all of these things. You can tell he was looking for a way to start this conversation.

“She has your nose.” He says with a knowing smile and bops Maggie’s nose, which she giggles at, taking a liking to him already.

You chuckle, “Yes, yes she does.” You say and smile down at your feet.

“Why didn’t I know about her until today kid?” Wayne asks you.

You stutter, “Well-well, I don’t know Uncle Wayne, I-I haven’t seen you in forever. At least not since I knew about her.”

He chuckles unhumoressly, “No, that’s not what I mean, I mean why didn’t my boy ever tell me about this angel.”

“I don’t know, your boy doesn’t even know this angel is a girl.” You feel bad for Uncle Wayne having to find out about this in this way, and you feel bad that he will most surely hand Eddie his ass over this. But you weren’t good at thinking on your toes so you just told the truth. And you shouldn’t feel bad for it, but you do.

“Eddie is a Goddamned idiot.” When Uncle Wayne gets mad, he doesn’t yell. But you still know when he’s getting mad. His eyes get dark. He talks through his teeth. The tips of his ears get red. And right now Uncle Wayne is mad. He is furious.

And before the storm can hit you say, “Uncle Wayne, I really have to go, but I miss you. You should come over for dinner once in a while, have a home cooked meal.” You lean in and give him another hug.

He hugs you back and tell you he loves you and then bops Maggie’s nose again.

He watches you continue your grocery shopping, and he leaves his full cart there and storms off to find his boy.

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Pounding. That’s what Eddie woke up to. Pounding on his door. He checks the clock, 7PM. He didn’t realize his nap lasted so long.

Pounding.

“One second Jesus Christ.” He says while pulling a shirt over his head.

He opens the door to find Uncle Wayne standing there. Being so excited to see him, he doesn’t even realize how pissed his uncle is.

“Uncle Wayne I missed you so much old man.” He pulls him into a hug and pulls him inside his apartment.

“Don’t give me that shit boy.” Wayne says and Eddie takes a defensive step back.

“Man what’s wrong, I’ve been gone for two years now I’m finally back and you’re already yelling at me.” he says starting to raise his voice.

“Two years too long. Two years too long when you have a Goddamn good girl here and a child. Two years too long. You gotta be stupid boy. That girl was the best thing to ever happen to you, and you had a shot at a family with her. You’re stupid. And I never even got to know.” Wayne started in on him and made Eddie feel even guiltier for his mistakes.

“Uncle Wayne I know, I’ve been stupid, I don’t know how to make it up to her.” Eddie says with tears in his eyes.

“You’ll be lucky if you ever get to. If I were her I’d spit in your face and tell you to go to hell. Who raised you this way? Because it sure as hell wasn’t me. This is your fathers activities. You never wanted to end up like him. But you did, you are. You don’t know how to make it up to her? Did you even fucking try boy?” Wayne says plopping down on the couch. Eddie sits next to him and sobs.

“I’m just like him. I’m a piece of shit.” Wayne softens up a little at this. Crying his own tears. He’s never seen Eddie cry like this before. Not since he was a kid.

“You’re not a piece of shit. But you did a piece of shit thing. You’re not just like your father. Your father wouldn’t sit here and cry over his mistake. He wouldn’t even consider it a mistake. But you’re better than he is. Now you gotta prove it to yourself and to Y/n and to Maggie that you’re better than he is.” Wayne said rubbing Eddie’s back.

“Her names Maggie? You got to meet her?” He looks up at Wayne with his big brown eyes. They were filled with hope and admiration.

“Her name is Maggie. She’s a beautiful little girl. She looks a lot like her father.” Eddie once again sobbed. He wants to meet her so bad. He wants to see you so bad. But how does he approach you after all this time?

“You need to talk to Y/N kid, if you want to be in your daughters life in any way, you need to talk to her.” Eddie nods his head.

“I know I do, I need to find the balls to do it. When did I become such a coward? When did I become okay with hurting so many people? Fuck I hurt you, I took away an opportunity for you to be a grandfather, you would be so good at it, I know you would. I hurt Y/n, how could I hurt her? She was everything to me, she still is, when did I become so stupid? When did I become so blind and naive to not see that she was everything I needed?” Eddie said now pacing around the room. Trying to understand his own actions.

“Ed, you were stupid. I’m gonna be blunt with you. You fucked up royally, and now you’re going to have to work your ass off to make it right. But you’re a good guy, and I know you don’t want to be a dead beat father, so make it fucking right kid.” Wayne says to him seriously and Eddie nods his head so hard his hair bounces.

“Yeah I’m a good guy. And it’s going to be fucking hard but Y/n is worth it. Maggie is worth it.”

It’s short, but I knew I wanted Wayne to find out about Maggie and to give Eddie a piece of his mind. I know we don’t like Eddie right now and Y/n may seem like a pushover, but she’s not. She’s forgiving, but that doesn’t mean she’ll forget.

[bree-cheesy]

His Favorite Girl 2

Eddie Munson! x fem!reader

Part 1 Part 3

A/N: Since the first one did so well I thought I'd make a part two. thought I'd play Eddie with a beard in this one. Just cause why not? Happy day sluts, we all got more Drug Dealer Eddie and innocent-ish reader. Now dating and all that shit.

Pic Credit: Honestly I have no idea. If you know please let me know!!

Warnings: SMUT 18+ (As usual) MINORS FUCK OFF. Boyfriend!Dealer Eddie Munson x fem!reader. A lot of angst, insecure Eddie, fluffy at the end, (kissing, happy trail worship, oral (f and m receiving) face riding, 69ing, almost caught by reader's parents, choking, rough unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up kids)) cuddling at the end, l-bombs. No use of Y/N. Think that's it.

Word Count: 2718

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Staring at your desk, you tapped your pencil against your notebook. Butterflies were filling your belly and you were bouncing your leg up and down. Glancing at the clock, 2 minutes. That’s all you had to wait. 2 minutes then you’d be out. You could feel a pair of eyes on you and you tried desperately to ignore them. Jason had been bugging you for weeks. He was jealous and wanted you for himself, but you were head over heels for another man. The bell finally rang and you stuffed your notebook and pencil quickly in your bag and stood up. You were out of the classroom and halfway down the hall, but someone grabbed your shoulder and whipped you around. It was Jason.

“Hey, sweetheart!” You frowned and shoved his hand away.

“Don’t call me that.” You held your backpack close to you and noticed two more of the basketball kids walk up to you and Jason.

“Hun, I just want to catch up, ya know. You kind of ghosted me after you canceled our date. I don’t like that, babe, and you know that.” He reached out and moved some hair out of your face. You started to slowly back up and the boys followed you. “Now come on, you know you want to be with me. You miss me and you know it…” He got closer and trapped you up against the wall.

You quickly launched your leg up into his crotch and he yelped, grabbing his now wounded balls and hunched over. You slipped past him and rushed outside. You let out a breath and ran a hand through your hair, breathing heavily. You turned around and looked for a certain car. You spotted a tall boy leaning against a van, sticking a cigarette between his lips and lighting it. You smiled and started walking over. Rather quickly at that because you were trying to lose Jason and his goons. The boy looked over and smiled, his eyes lighting up as he saw you run over and launch yourself at him. He wrapped his arms tight around your waist as you buried your face in his curly hair.

“Mmm, I missed you, baby…” He mumbled into your ear and held you tighter, your leg lifting up behind you slightly. You leaned back and gave him a few small pecks on his lips. He smiled and kissed your cheek, his hand going down to lightly squeeze your ass. You reached your hand up and lightly scratched your nails against the scruff of hair growing on his jaw and chin.

“I like this. You should keep it.” He grinned and nodded, kissing your forehead and squeezing you tighter.

You looked over to your left and saw Jason fuming with his goons behind him. You squished yourself against him more and frowned. Eddie frowned a little and looked at you, dropping his cigarette and smashing it down with his heel. “What’s wrong? You looked scared.” He looked over in the direction you were looking in and his eyes narrowed.

Jason was storming over and Eddie wrapped his arm tighter around you. Your relationship with Eddie had spread all over Hawkins over a few months. It was a little scandalous, given you were 18, in your last month of highschool and Eddie was 22 and had graduated the year prior. No one knew how you guys met and you were going to keep that a secret. The people in the town disapproved of it, but you didn’t care. Eddie was the best man you’d ever been with and you weren’t going to let him go. When Jason found out, he almost flipped the lunch table he was sitting at.

Eddie nuzzled his face against your neck and bit at it teasingly. You giggled and blushed a bright red. Jason got over to the two of you and huffed.

“You dropped me for this freak!?” He spat the words out, some saliva flinging from his mouth. Eddie scowled and wiped the spit off his cheek and yours. You let go of Eddie and turned to face Jason, crossing your arms over your chest and staring at him. “I can’t believe you! He’s a fucking druggie and you wanted that over me!?” 

Your hand suddenly went up and slapped Jason hard. It was loud and audible. Eddie’s jaw dropped and he grinned. “Jason, you are a coward. You really can’t stand the idea that a girl you were interested in wasn���t interested in you. Is that such a hard thing to grasp? You’re cocky, entitled and mean! Why would I want to be with you? If anything, you’re the freak since you can’t seem to get over me and take no for an answer.”

Jason seethed and was about to punch you until Eddie saw his fist move and grabbed it, pushing him back onto his ass in the parking lot. Eddie grabbed your backpack off the ground and helped you in his van. He drove off and kept both hands on the wheel, turning his music up loud. You bit your lip nervously and looked out the window. Was he mad at you? He was acting like it. His jaw was clenched and his hands on the wheel were gripping it so tight you thought it might break. You noticed he made a different turn than the one in the direction of your house.

“U-Uhm, Eddie, my house is the other way-” He turned the music up louder so he didn’t have to hear you. You frowned and felt an ache in your chest. You sighed and laid your head against the window, lip quivering softly. He pulled into the parking lot outside a music store.

“Come on.” He mumbled and got out of the van, slamming the door shut. You got out and kept your eyes down, looking at your white sneakers as you walked sort of behind Eddie. You saw his hand reach behind him and grab yours gently. Your heart fluttered a little and you looked up at him. His jaw was still tense and he still looked angry. You walked into the store with him and he led you to the Metal section. He looked through records and cassette tapes, picking out a few he didn’t have.

“Eddie?” You stopped following him and he looked at you. He frowned when he saw the tears in your eyes and your hands nervously squeezed together in front of your thighs. “A-Are you mad at me?” You looked down at the floor and your lip quivered.

He sighed and set his stuff down, wrapping his arms tight around you and pressing his nose into your hair. “Of course not, sweetheart. I promise. Just angry you’re being harassed.” You pressed your face into his neck and fisted your hands in his leather jacket. Soon, you guys left the store after Eddie bought his things and a cassette tape for you and drove to his house. You walked in with him and saw his Uncle Wayne in the kitchen getting ready to leave for work.

“Hi, Mr Munson!” You waved and smiled at him. Wayne nodded his head and stuffed his grocery bag with some food in his bag.

“I’ll be back later. Picked up an extra shift.” Eddie nodded and Wayne left soon after.

Eddie pulled you close to him and kissed you deeply. You smiled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back. He swiped his tongue against your bottom lip and you opened on a whimper. He backed you up against the wall and moaned softly, lifting up one leg and wrapping it around him, making your skirt ride up your thighs. Just as it was about to get good, the phone on the wall rang. Eddie groaned and reached over to answer it. His face fell and he handed it to you. “It’s your parents.” You grabbed the phone with a frown.

Eddie backed away and ran a hand through his hair, shucking his jacket off and draping it over a dining chair. Eddie hadn’t gotten along with your parents. Ever since you introduced him to them, they instantly hated him. No matter how much you tried to convince them he wasn’t a bad guy, they never believed you. He heard your voice get quiet while talking and walked off to the kitchen to grab some pop tarts and put them in the toaster. He heard you hang up the phone and you walked over to him.

“U-Uhm, my parents are coming to pick me up… They want me home.” He nodded and avoided eye contact with you. You walked over and hugged his arm, looking up at him with big eyes. “Eddie, come on. Talk to me…”

He sighed and looked at you, those deep pools of brown flowing with an emotion you couldn’t place. You frowned and placed your chin on his shoulder. “What are we even doing?” Your brows knit together and you frowned deeper. “No one likes us together. You’re getting harassed at school and your parents are locking you down in your house. I didn’t want this for you, sweetheart.”

You wrapped your arms tight around his waist and pressed your face into his chest. He leaned his head down and pressed his nose against the top of your head and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Eddie, I don’t care about anyone else. I only care about us. We’re the only ones that matter in this relationship.” You looked up at him and cupped his face, forcing him to look down at you. His face was soft and he looked so sad. “I only want you. No one else matters to me as much as you do.” He sighed and nodded.

You heard a honk outside the trailer and you frowned, pressing your face into his neck. “I don’t want to go.” He kissed your head and hugged you tight. You eventually let go of him after a few kisses and reluctantly walked out to your dad’s car. Your dad scolded you the whole drive home and you locked yourself in your room when you got home.

Late that night you heard a knock on your window. Your face lit up and you rushed over, peeking out the curtains. It was Eddie. You opened the window and let him in. Before he had a chance to talk you kissed him deeply and he kissed you back, leading you back to the bed. He fell on top of you and his mouth slotted over yours, his hands roaming your pajama covered body. You whined and wrapped your legs around him, grinding against his jean covered bulge.

“Fuck, princess…” He groaned and kissed down your neck, suckling the sensitive skin. You moaned and tangled your fingers in his hair. He sat up and stripped your tank top off, along with your shorts. He licked his lips and shouldered his jacket off. He swiped his shirt off and you noticed a new tattoo on his ribs.

“When did you get it?” You lightly ran your thumb over the slightly red skin. It was a tattoo of a tiara. Seemed so out of character for Eddie.

“A few days ago.” He bit his lip. “Got it for you.”

You looked up at him and gasped softly. He looked a little nervous and you looked more closely at the tattoo. Princess. Tiara. He always calls you that. “Eddie…”

“I-I know, probably a bad idea, but I-I don’t regret it. You’re it for me, Princess. You’ve ruined me for anyone else.” You smiled and pulled him back down for a deep kiss. He sighed into your mouth and flipped both of you over so you were straddling his hips. You leaned down and kissed down his chest, slowly moving down. You licked up his happy trail and he groaned, fisting his hand in your hair before helping you unbuckle his belt. You kissed and licked his cock over his boxers and Eddie let out a soft whimper.

You pulled his cock out and slowly slid your tongue up his shaft. He bit his lip and propped up on his elbows so he could see you better. Just as you were about to start sucking him, he pulled you up and kissed you deeply, sliding his tongue over yours before quickly pulling away. “Sit on my face.” You blushed and stuttered a little. “You heard me. Get your ass on my face.”

Moaning softly at his command, you shifted so you were hovering over his face, your chest facing his legs. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and roughly pulled you down. You gasped and braced your palms on his chest, moaning softly. Biting down hard on your lip so you weren’t too loud. Your parents were still in the house after all. You rode against his face and felt Eddie’s groan buzz through your pussy. You looked down and saw his rock hard cock bobbing slightly. Right in front of your face. You leaned down and started sucking him off. Eddie groaned and bucked his hips a little.

“Fuck, princess… God, your mouth always feels so fucking good!” He moaned into your pussy and suckled on your clit. You pulled off him and whined softly, biting your lip hard.

Suddenly there was a knock on your bedroom door. You froze and so did Eddie. You looked at the door and there was another knock.

“Honey?” Your mom’s voice was muffled behind the door. You quickly scrambled off him and forced Eddie into the closet. You pulled a robe on and opened the door. You put on a fake smile. “Are you okay? Heard a lot of bumping.”

You nodded and cleared your throat. “Y-Yep. Just doing some… yoga…” Your mom peeked in your room and saw your purple yoga mat laying on the ground next to your bed. She nodded, but still looked a little suspicious.

“Well, your father and I are going out to dinner with a few friends. We’re going to Juliano’s. Want us to bring you anything home?” You smiled and nodded.

“Bring me home some of the chocolate cake?” She nodded and smiled before leaving. You quickly shut the door and let Eddie out of your closet. He laughed and fell back on the bed. You shook your head and scowled at him. You waited till you heard your parents drive away before tackling Eddie again. He pushed your robe off and got the rest of his clothes off. He got on top of you and slowly started to push inside you.

You both moaned loudly and you dug your fingernails into his shoulders. He gently wrapped his hand around your neck and started to choke you while fucking into hard. You let out breathy moans and curses as his hips snapped against yours. All you could hear in the room was skin slapping together, moans, and groans.

“Such a good fucking girl… Yeah, my little whore getting all cock drunk.” You whined at his dirty talk. “Such a little cock slut, aren’t you? Need a freak to fuck you hard? Jocks don’t do it for you?” You nodded and moaned. He slapped your cheek and you moaned louder, loving it. He gripped your hips hard and fucked into you harder.

“E-Eddie… M’Gonna cum…!” You squealed and came hard around his cock. He groaned and rubbed your clit, working you through your orgasm. He grunted and moaned, fucking you harder. His thrusts got sloppy and he came hard inside you, filling you up.

He let go of your neck and you took a deep breath, coughing a little. He leaned down and kissed your cheeks and forehead, holding you close and nuzzling your neck. He pulled out of you and you snuggled into his chest. You both breathed heavily and he kissed your neck softly over and over again.

“Mmm, Eddie, you’re gonna have to leave before my parents get back…” He sighed and nodded. “Not yet, though. Wanna cuddle.”

He chuckled and kissed your forehead, pulling you close against him. He pressed his lips against your ear, whispering softly. “I love you, Princess.”

You smiled and nuzzled into him more. “I love you, too Eddie.”

[chelseeebe]

and you’re a liar.

summary: how do two people who are so clearly wrong for each other navigate through their turbulent relationship? both constantly striving to one up the other with their antics, who will crack first?

a/n: so this is very loosely based on the 1975’s - you, i am literally obsessed but i love a little bit of toxicity so this is the manifestation of that lol ik u binches love fluffiness so do not expect that reading forward

i rlly rlly want to do like a the 1975 song series with just short little pieces based on a few of their songs! idk i saw them last week and have been completely obsessed since

!!! toxic!reader and toxic!steve, mentions of slight infidelity and just steve being an asshole i suppose !!! no use of y/n

your relationship with steve was chaotic, everybody knew that.

two people who were so perfect for each other yet should never ever be in a relationship with one another.

and when it was good, it was good.

but christ, when it was bad, it was hell on earth and not just for you two but everybody else around you too.

this particular fight had started at a party, when a girl you don’t really remember walked up to steve, disregarding you and flinging her arms around his neck.

it wasn’t exactly uncommon, he was a popular guy, he knew many people you didn’t. but you clocked the way his hands lingered on her waist, how he grinned down at her, licking his disgustingly soft lips and the way she peered back at him, fluttering her lashes.

you were off, it was like a fuse had sparked in your stomach and you were on the war path, looking for the first person to give you attention like that.

not really paying attention to whoever you grabbed, just intent on finding anyone that would rile steve up.

it’s unfortunate that the first person had to be billy hargrove, taking his leather clad arm into your hand and pulling him to the centre of the room, making him dance along to the pop beat blaring from the speaker.

it’s not long before his hands begin to roam, finding his large palms moving around the soft skin on your back, creeping underneath your shirt.

you don’t reciprocate of course, still dancing to the music, albeit moving slightly closer to him.

he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and you throw your head back, not really an invitation but if that’s how he saw it, then what could you do?

you’re jolted away from the curly-haired boy, his fingers still desperately trying to hold onto your skin.

it’s steve, obviously, his hand gripping your wrist and the same stern look you’d become accustomed to painted across his face.

‘i think it’s time to go, yeah?’ he drags you across the room, although not really as you’re willingly following him out, a smug smirk on your mouth as party goers look on.

‘get off of me!’ you pull your arm away when you’re outside of the large house.

‘what the fuck was that?’ he shouts, storming over to his car.

‘what the fuck was what? dancing? is that a crime now?’ you scream back, standing on the lawn in defiance.

‘don’t play dumb with me, not tonight,’ he unlocks the car, glaring over at you.

‘i’m not,’ you pout, jutting your bottom lip out, your stance was not that difference to the one of a toddler having a tantrum.

he opens the passenger door, hanging onto the metal, ‘are you coming or not?’

you walk over to the car, not once breaking your stare as you slide into the seat and he slams the door shut.

he huffs as he gets into his side, ‘you’re fucked, do you know that?’ but he doesn’t start the car, instead turning to face you.

‘oh, because i was dancing? you’re fucked, who the fuck was that you were drooling all over?’ you sit forward, pleased that you had got exactly what you wanted.

he scoffs, ‘don’t tell me you did all of that because of her?’ his eyes are dark, practically snarling at you.

‘i’m so sorry i don’t want to watch my boyfriend eye-fucking some other girl,’ you had got him to bite, perfectly.

he smiles, but it’s not exactly a happy smile, ‘you are fucking crazy, you let that asshole touch all over you because i looked at someone,’ he inches closer.

‘i’ll show you fucking crazy if that’s what you want,’ your heart is pounding, there was just something about knowing that steve was this pent up over you that just drove you nuts.

he couldn’t resist it either, though he hated how you’d choose to get this point, he still undeniably loved it. and the fact that it was billy only intensified the fire.

his eyes flicker down to your lips, losing the smile from his face rather quickly, ‘yeah? i’d love to fucking see it.’

‘i’ll go back in there right now, don’t try me,’ you lean closer, inches away from his face as his eyes stare back at yours, pupils blown out in either anger or lust.

‘go then, i dare you,’ he remarks, biting down on his bottom lip.

‘fuck you,’ you spit back, breath staggering at the intensity.

it’s enough for steve, his hand flies up to your cheek as he crashes his lips to yours, his hand holding your head steady.

your hands find his hair, pushing your body against his as his thumb finds your chin.

he pulls back, panting at the heat of the moment, ‘yeah, i didn’t think so,’ he mumbles, smirking at you.

‘mhm, don’t push me,’ you remark.

there was no way you were ever going to actually go back in there, you didn’t care for billy or anyone else for that matter, getting steve to this point was the important part.

‘you don’t have to be a little slut to get my attention, you know?’ he says, still gripping onto your cheek.

‘hmph, then maybe you shouldn’t be a whore in the first place,’ you reply, a smirk creeping up your face.

he pulls back, finally starting the car, ‘try harder next time, didn’t really do it for me.’

you roll your eyes and sit back in your seat.

earnestly waiting for the next opportunity to make him eat his words.

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you and steve had, maybe quite stupidly, moved in together very early on into your relationship.

his lease was ending and you were already looking for apartments, so why not just kill two birds with one stone? paying half for one room seemed like the best idea.

besides, his friends were your friends and vice versa, the girls had been enthusiastic about the idea of having ‘a man’ in the house.

it worked sometimes, but when you two were at each others throats, it was honestly unbearable. and the fact they were then going to have to listen to hours of obnoxious, really quite aggressive, make up sex made it worse.

you sit cross-legged on your bed, steve laid down shirtless next to you, hogging the joint.

‘are you gonna actually share that?’ you remark, looking down at him.

he reluctantly hands it over, not without one last pull, ‘rollers rights, babe.’

you roll your eyes, toking on the badly rolled joint, ‘yeah whatever that means.’

his hand rubs along your exposed thigh, ‘are we going tonight, or not?’

you exhale, ‘yeah, i think we should,’ nodding.

‘alright, fine by me,’ his fingers begin to play with the hem of his your t-shirt.

‘i hope your little girlfriend’s there again, who was she anyway?’ you ask, taking slow tokes of the joint.

‘who? oh my god,’ he realises who you’re speaking about, ‘she’s just some girl i fucked, she’s obsessed.’

you glare at him, neither of you were exactly celibate before finding each other, but it still irritated you nonetheless.

‘when? she seemed pretty comfortable just walking up and touching on you,’ you hold the joint out to him, except slightly out of reach, only to be rewarded after his answer.

‘fuck sake i don’t know.. september? why’s it matter?’ he reaches out but you pull your hand away.

‘september? are you joking?’

‘no?’

‘when in september?’ you sit up straight, brows furrowed.

‘i don’t know.. jesus christ why do you care?’ his hand stops wandering your thigh.

‘oh i don’t know steve.. maybe because you were with me in september?’ you frown at him, had he really just admitted to cheating on you with his own stupidity.

‘no- fuck, it was before we were together, like early september,’ he sits up slightly, now eye-level with you.

‘oh so you what, you were choosing between me and her? a little trial run before you committed?’ you snark back, the joint had burnt out at this point so you stub it out fully into the ashtray.

‘what the fuck? no, it was a fucking stupid hookup.. i don’t even remember,’ he scowls at you, eager for another round of dramatics.

‘so you fucked her once and now she’s obsessed with you? got it,’ you nod sarcastically.

‘yes! oh my god, this is so stupid, you’re my girlfriend aren’t you? is that not good enough?’

you scoff, ‘get fucked, you can go to this stupid little party on your own.. i hope she’s there to wipe your tears,’ you shift away from him.

‘you are insane,’ he stands from the bed, angrily grabbing a shirt and sliding it on.

you look down at your lap, stern faced.

‘come and find me when you’re done with whatever the fuck this is,’ he gestures around the room, exasperated.

‘don’t come back here tonight, i don’t want to see you.’

he lets out a breathy, sarcastic laugh before walking out, slamming the door shut.

this was the first time you actually weren’t playing a game. your boyfriend had genuinely just admitted to sleeping with someone else while you two were either in a relationship or at the very least exclusively dating, and he couldn’t see the problem with that.

the image of him smirking down at her, his hand resting on her waist and those sickening eyes just watching her face, flash through your head.

and now your reaction didn’t seem so over exaggerated, in fact, you’re mad you didn’t do more.

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steve creeps through the door at some point after midnight, much earlier and a lot less drunker than you had expected.

he removes his shirt, throwing it back onto it’s rightful place on the floor.

you don’t move, keeping your eyes shut as the mattress dips and he climbs in.

it was quite obvious that you weren’t actually asleep, but you were hoping that he would either not notice or just not want to talk.

‘i know you’re not asleep,’ he mumbles, moving closer and pressing his bare chest against your back.

you don’t respond, trying to keep your breath steady after his unexpected touch.

‘you’re still mad?’ his hand slowly slides up your arm, nuzzling his face into the back of your neck.

he smells of cigarettes and booze, it’s intoxicating and your heart pounds in your chest.

‘you stink, get off of me,’ you say, it comes out in a whisper.

you can feel his grin on your neck, his lips pressing into your soldier, leaving a soft kiss.

‘you’re such a bad liar,’ he smirks, inhaling into your skin.

‘i told you not to come back,’ you’re trying not to soften at his touch but almost instinctively you curl into him.

‘yeah unfortunately i live here too,’ he jokes, his large hand sliding down your arm and onto your waist.

it makes you shiver and you clear your throat in an attempt to distract him from the fact his touch could instantaneously make you crumble.

‘i’m sorry, okay?’ he mutters under his breath, even he knows he’d done wrong.

‘i don’t accept your apology,’ you reply, keeping your eyes pressed shut.

he moves closer, his hips now flush with your ass as his fingers begin to dig into the flesh of your waist.

it’s an automatic response to curve the base of your spine, pushing out against him.

‘no?’ he smiles smugly, beginning to rock his hips back and forth.

you don’t even try to suppress the moan that escapes your mouth, pressing your thighs together at the arousal in your core.

‘no,’ you breathlessly reply.

his hand finds it’s way to the small pair of shorts you had on, fingers teasing their way past the waist band and onto your thigh.

he taps his hand to gesture for you to lift your leg and you oblige, his smirk was not the only thing you could feel growing against your back.

his fingers move down between your already soaked lips, ‘why are you so wet then?’

they slowly begin to move, obviously avoiding the one sweet spot you were begging him to touch.

‘shut.. up..’ you mumble, face pressed into the pillow as your hand wraps around his forearm, nudging him to actually touch you.

he does as you wish, circling around your sensitive clit with his middle and forefinger.

you let out a sigh, finally getting what you had longed for. further pushing your ass against his erection, moving your hips with his fingers.

this elicits a reaction from him, groaning into your hair. the grip on your waist tightens in an attempt to stop you from moving.

‘i’m gonna fuckin’ come in my pants if you’re not careful,’ he growls, now grinding back against you.

you pant in response, finger nails imprinted into his arm, ‘hurry up then.’

his fingers stop, leaving your clit and immediately tugging down your shorts.

he wriggles out of his jeans, pulling his boxers around his thighs, not enough time to care about taking them off properly.

the hand that was previously down your shorts now rests on your hip, pulling your closer before hooking around your thigh, holding your leg in the air.

he grunts as he slides into your soaked entrance and your head falls back, mouth wide as his other hand snakes under your body, wrapping around your now exposed neck.

‘fuck,’ you sigh, tightening your grip on his arm as he begins to move inside of you, hips slamming against your ass.

he mumbles some incoherent curse words, moving slowly but steadily, reaching the spongy spot as the back of your head rests against his shoulder.

‘i knew.. uhh, i knew you’d forgive me,’ he moans against your neck, leaving sloppy kisses in the wake of his words.

the room fills with the sound of his skin colliding with yours, your wetness and the ever-so-slight rhythmic knocking of your headboard against the wall.

his fingers squeeze your throat, causing you to exclaim, ‘steve.. shit,’ you manage to get out as your legs begin to tremble.

‘yeah? you gonna come for me?’ he whines, beginning to falter as he fast approaches his own climax.

you let out a small, desperate noise as he continues to pound into you.

‘huh?’ he reiterates, loosening the grip on your neck.

your legs shake as you feel the overwhelming sense of pleasure overcoming your body, walls clenching around him, sure you were drawing blood from your grip on his arm.

his name repeatedly tumbles out of your mouth as you writhe around him, shaking as you ride out your high, rutting back against his last few pumps.

his fingers claw at the shirt around your neck, grunting as he slams into you, releasing himself into you, his head thrown back, unashamed of his loud moans.

he pulls out, gasping for air as his arms cradle your waist, his wet forehead pressed against the nape of your neck.

you attempt to catch your breath, finally releasing your hold on his arm and relaxing into his hold and kicking your legs to rid them of your discarded underwear.

‘i still don’t forgive you,’ you murmur, pulling the blanket over your bodies.

‘i don’t believe you,’ he utters, inhaling deeply into your skin.

you pout, although it’s useless, ‘i really am mad this time, steve.’

he sighs softly, ‘i know.. i’m sorry, alright?’ he brushes your hair around your shoulder, his lips pucker, leaving a small wet kiss to the now exposed skin.

‘mhm, do it again and i’ll break your jaw,’ you threaten him.

your heart still aches at the distrust but there’s a small part of you that knows that you truly would never be able to let him go, no matter what he did.

he was exhilarating and you were addicted to him, to the feeling he gave you. longing for him when he wasn’t there and wanting to kill him when he was.

‘that’s kinda hot, to be honest,’ he smirks, shimmying his jeans off and pulling you closer.

‘how was the party?’ you question, not really interested but asking anyway.

‘hmm, it was boring without you there.. there was no one trying to make me jealous all night,’ he answers, tangling his legs with yours.

you giggle, closing your eyes and settling into the bed, ‘you just wait.’

eventually falling asleep as his fingers trace along the length of your body.

[emthephantom]

☆New Things- Nathan Young☆

Nathan Young x Female!Reader Your Powers are revealed and Nathan helps you Warnings: Brief mentions of sex- No Smut Words: 1250 A/N: Hellooo ghosties, been watching Misfits and thought I'd start writing for Nathan. I hope you enjoy :)

'I just don't get it, we were there and we haven't got any powers, it's not fair.' you grumbled, scrubbing the graffiti harder.

It had been a couple of weeks since the storm and everyone but you and Nathan had powers. It was depressing. Powers or not, you grew close to the gang, becoming good friends with them.

'I'm telling you Y/N, we need to have a quick shag and we'll get some.' the Irish accent chimed, his eyes mischievously gleaming. You were used to Nathan's antics; the constant banter gave you something to look forward to in the mornings, no matter how vulgar.

'Oh shut up, you wanker.' you reply, waving your hand to dismiss him. You begin to return to the task at hand when you hear a crash.

Nathan lays on the floor, not moving a muscle—a trickle of blood leaks from his forehead. Your eyes widen at the boy's state. You drop the brush on the concrete as worry consumes you. Your feet rushed towards Nathan's body. You kneel beside him, delicately placing a hand on his cheek. 'I don't understand what happened,' you begin, 'Did I do something?' you turn to the rest of the group, your eyes watering. Shock filled them while they attempted to send you a look of sympathy, not knowing how else to respond.

You focus your attention back on Nathan. Using your orange jumpsuit, you wipe the blood off his forehead. You continue cradling him, hoping he'll be okay.

'Guess that shag's off the table.' he quietly chuckled.

You breathed a sigh of relief, followed by a stream of apologies. Nathan's cold hand rests on yours, stopping your rambling. His piercing green eyes look into yours, 'Y/N, I'm fine, just help me up.' he smiles.

You smile back at him, scrambling to your feet to help him up. When you join the others, Kelly shoots you a look. She then gestures to your hand- still holding Nathan's. You quickly pull away, feeling your face flush. The probation worker prevents an awkward conversation from happening and allows you to go home. All of you walked back into the community centre, desperate to get going.

As you're getting changed you feel a tap on your shoulder. You spin around, meeting eyes with a certain curly-haired boy.

'Nathan?' you questioned.

'Wanna go for a drink?' he interrupted.

'I'd love to.'

'I'll meet you outside.' he smiled, shooting you a wink. You hurriedly got changed and said a quick goodbye before meeting Nathan in the car park.

The walk to the pub was quiet but comforting. You couldn't stop looking at him; he looked so handsome. You longed to hold his hand again, touch his face, kiss those lips.

'So how are you dealing with your new power?' he quizzed.

'I don't understand it, how come I sent you flying?'

'We'll help you, you know that.'

You couldn't believe what you were hearing, Nathan Young being supportive?

'Thanks Nathan'

He nods in response, continuing the walk to the pub. You're walking in comfortable silence when you feel Nathan throw his arm around your shoulder. The sudden contact sent a shudder through your body.

After what felt like an eternity, you arrived at the bar, finding a table and getting your drinks. It was awkward at first but soon became like heaven. Drinks kept coming and the laughs were never-ending. You didn't want to leave.

'Shit, I should be getting home.' you said

'Do you want me to walk you home?'

'I'd like that.'

You finished the last of your drink and started heading out. The cold night air hit your skin, making you shiver. Nathan walked alongside you, taking notice. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. A smile played on your face, you fit so perfectly together, his arm belongs on you. 'It must be a sign' you thought.

You couldn't stop staring at him, thinking about him, wanting him. One question played in the back of your mind, why was he being so nice? His beautiful accent snapped you out of your thoughts, 'Well this is goodbye, for now, no cock reveal just yet.' he joked.

'I'll see you tomorrow.' you smiled sweetly as you entered your home. He sends a grin back and goes on his way. You hover near the door for a while; almost like you're waiting for him to return. Unbeknownst to you, Nathan wanted nothing more than to come back and be in your company.

The next morning arrived and you were sat on the roof, mindlessly kicking a stray bottle. You hear footsteps and feel hands over your eyes. 'Simon is that you?' you tease. Your eyesight returns and the dramatic slap of arms echoes in your ears.

'Really?, of all people you think I'm Simon?'

You turn to look at Nathan, a questioning look on your face- curious as to what he was doing.

'Just thought I'd check up on you' he said, plopping down on a chair across from you. His gaze lands on the bottle you're still fiddling with. His eyes widen and he lunges for the bottle, grasping it before putting it on the wall behind him. He grabs your hands, leading you towards it. You already miss his touch and are tempted to reach out for him.

'Try to break it.'

'What? Nathan, what are you getting at?'

'I'm helping you. Break it.' You sigh and focus on the bottle. Squinting your eyes, you pray something will happen.

Silence...

Nothing.

You huff in annoyance, and your shoulders sag. Nathan places his hands on your hip, the cold feeling of them sinking through the jumpsuit, giving you flashbacks to the night before.

'Try to use your hands, like you did to me.' The reminder of yesterday's events makes a scowl appear on your face. With a sigh, you focus again, your hand in front of you.

Silence...

Crash!

You jump up in excitement, turning to Nathan. He's just as excited for you, his smile stretching to his ears. You throw your hands around him and he sweeps you off your feet, twirling you around. 'You're a good teacher.' you giggle.

'I could teach you other things.' he teases. He puts you down and looks into your Y/E/C eyes. Your hands rest on his shoulders, you're comfortable enough to ask the question that you so desperately need answering.

'Why have you been so nice to me?'

'I saw how much you cared. I might be a right horny bastard most of the time but I feel different with you.'

You both stood there in silence, Nathan gazing at your face. You could tell he was genuinely admiring you, taking you in, like you'd disappear if he looked away. 'So when do you wanna see my cock?'

'Nathan!' you shouted. He let go of you and started running around; hot on his trail you ran after him. Giggles and screams filled the air- a wholesome sound rarely heard at the community centre. Eventually, you caught up to him and he hugged you again, resting his head on top of yours.

'I do like you, seriously.' he whispered.

'I know.'

The other four were watching you from afar, admiring the sweet view.

'You have to admit they are kinda cute.' Alisha spoke.

'You should see what he thinks of her, it's like he doesn't care I can read his thoughts; it's sickening,' Kelly responded, 'But he does like her a lot'

[fictional-magic]

do i know you? (pt. 1)

desi!james potter x oc!female!reader

a/n: I'm gonna make an oc with the name "samaira"(sa-maai-ra), she's indian, bengali and a childhood friend of James. she's been his family friend and her parents are friends with his.If anyone wants to use her, please tag me. tw: mentions of abuse (not to fmc), attempted suicide, angst, angst, angst, oc is a muggle (set after they have graduated)

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"don't talk to me."

this. this is the first sentence you say to the guy you've been thinking about for the past 5 years. the one who stopped you from killing yourself, running away and doing things he knew/you should have known you would regret. all his cries were of no use anymore. you needed him to understand you when you were 5, and this perfectly carved cold demeanor of yours could not, under any chances, crumble beneath a boy man who didn't even bother to tell you he's going to, or running off to london. right now, he's chasing you, trying to hold you, and say all the things he was supposed to centuries ago as you angrily storm, and storm isn't even the right word. there isn't a word in the entire oxford dictionary to explain how distraught and broken you feel. you're fuming, raging, burning inside, walking stomping back to your house because you don't want to meet, see, interact, talk, know him ever again. the beautiful, hidden core of yours dies, and rebirths slowly when you turn around to look at the only reason you're physically alive and wholly dead right now.

the person that stands infront of you now is a man. you met a boy, a lively, full of happiness, sunshine in his pockets kind of little guy who you's meet every day in this small garden your mamai and his amma planted pretty tulips in. the boy used to spend his vacations, days, hours with you, up in your room, as you complained about your baba beating up your sweet, plain mother. the boy who used to listen, tell you it's not your fault, that you both could run away together. and that's so not your problem. your problem, dilemma, call it whatever you want, is he grew up into a beautiful man, who you don't know now. and every inch of your body lights up like atrickling flame down your skin when you think of how desperately you want to know everything about him. you feel it in your face, the utter shame of wanting to know someone who never (if he did, he wouldn't do this) cared about you. and still, you look behind. same curly hair. same chocolate, glistening-in-the-sun, kind of eyes. same freckled nose, same brown, shining skin, and the same pink, thin lips that used to laugh at your failed attempt of helpless jokes. but nothing's the same anymore. he's sad, you're mad, and every single little, huge "shikayat" (complaint) crumbles down onto him with your screams and tears and that physically hurt him. "itne jaldi kyun bhul gaya mujhe tu? main tujhe itna bulati gayi, aur tu aise bina bole bhaag gaya. (why did you forget me so quickly? i kept calling out to you, and ran away without telling me like this.)

tut gayi thi main sale. bikhar ke tukde ho gaye the mere. mamai died, asshole! she died! and you didn't even come to her tehrvi, or barsi or anything! you... " (i was broken you fucker. i was shattered ino pieces. mum died, you asshole! and you didn't even come to her thirteenth day{a ritual in india}, or her yearly death anniversary or anything. you...)

you gulp past the huge lump in your throat, and try again as your tears stain your skin. "you cheater! liar! chale jana tha toh kyun mujhe aise sapne dikha raha tha? i hate you! (if you had to leave, why did you show me all these dreams?)

"i hate you james. you made me this way. tujhe jo pasand tha, ab nafrat karne lagi hun us se. ful acche nahi lagte, baarish acchi nahi lagti, apne muh pe sahi se kajal nahi lagta kyunki tu lagata tha aur.. aur"

(i hate you james. you made me this way. i hate whatever you used to like. i don't like flowers anymore, i don't like the rain anymore, i can't put kohl on my eyes because you did it for me, and, and...) the words, the screams, rather die in your throat as he holds onto you, clutches onto the very last ounce of energy you have left in you as you screamed your entire world to him, and keeps whispering this foul, nonsensical word, "sorry myra. i'm so sorry"

[galaxyedging]

Cold Meds Musings

Emotions and smutty under the cut:

Joel Miller

Joel sat handling the carved wood with a delicate touch that betrayed the size of his fingers. The ornate bird whistle was complete, except for a coat of paint but he knew the recipient would love to do that.

As Joel ran his fingertips over the wood, he reflected on the journey that had led him to lay down root in Jackson. His trip down memory lane was cut short by the sound of hurried foot steps above. Another memory rose. One from a time when his daughter's feet were so tiny that they made the same sound over head. Joel's heart clenched at it. His little girl was long gone.

The foot steps turned and grew louder as their owners races his way. Voices added to the noise as they came into view.

"Uncle Joel!" "Grandpa!"

Two beautiful, curly haired, doe eyed children attached themselves to either leg as he stood from his stool to greet them. "Oooft. Hey, kids. Has the party started yet?"

"No, Uncle Tommy told me to come get you. Mom just came back from the store. I asked them to tell me what the party was for and they told me to ask you." Joel's granddaughter looked up at him with a face he hadn't seen for a while. Sarah used to use the same one on him.

Speaking of things Sarah does, he could imagine her grinning up a storm with Tommy as they past this task onto him.

"Well, baby girl, a long time ago, some people got real sick, real quick...."

"That rhymes Uncle Joel." Tommy's son gave him as much shit as his old man did.

"Yeah, I know." Joel smiles. "Anyway, those people could have gotten the whole world sick, so a brave doctor, Doctor Pertiwi, came up with a way to stop it. By some miracle, it worked, and we were all saved."

"Why was she brave, Grandpa? That's what Doctors do, help people." This one was even sharper than Sarah at her age.

"The way she found...it meant that her and people she loved had to...well, they gave up their lives to save us, honey."

"Oh. Like Uncle Tommy's soilder friends?"

"Excactly." Joel sighed in relief.

"Dad? Dad, you down here?" Sarah's voice barely proceeded her down the basement stairs.

"I'm here. I'm comin'. I just seem to have some trouble walkin' for some reason." Joel grunts as he drags his legs with two amused children clinging on tight.

"Come on, you two." Sarah chases the kids ahead of her before stopping to turn to Joel. "I almost forgot! Happy birthday, Dad."

Thought: What if the outbreak was contained?

Dieter Bravo

"Bola! You have to help me." Dieter's ratty bathrobe swished behind him. Leaving him looking like an unhinged superhero as he ran the halls of the mansion looking for someone to help him. Unfortunately, he didn't possess super speed, or in his Crocs, the regular speed needed to catch Bola as he slipped through the door at the end of the long corridor.

Like the steady beeping in Alien, the click of high heels on solid wood flooring alerts him that his adversary is near. He shouldn't think of her like that. She isn't the enemy, his cock's Pavlovian response to her is. He should just say no, but he is far too weak to.

Before he sees her round the corner, he hears the sound of her riding crop smacking the leather of her thigh-high boots. His cock leaks at the thought of what she can do with that crop.

"Curse your sudden but inevitable betray!" Dieter berates his wayward nether regions.

"There you are!" A crimson smile spread across her beautiful face as she makes her way towards him.

Backed into a corner, all Dieter can do is try to talk his way out. He's good at that. He's studied human behaviour for years, and he has always excelled at improve. He opens his mouth to tell her that, as much as he is enjoying their time together, he is afraid that he cock might actually fall off at this rate. All that comes out of his mouth is a whine as she latches on to his pulse point and sucks.

"I was afraid that you were avoiding me. Now, be honest, Dieter, do you want to have sex with me?"

"Oh, God, yes." He moans while he tongue traces the ropes of his neck.

"Good, because Momma has a wide on and she needs you to fill it." With a short sharp slap of her crop to his balls, she's off to her room.

Dieter makes a silent pray for the safety of his cock before kicking his less than aerodynamic footwear off to chase her down the hall.

Thought: What if Dieter was locked down with someone hornier than him?