#and after that. saturday night :DD!!!

[p2ii]

It's actually amazing how much tumblrs "thing of the day" calender helps me get through the week

[vivicas-dollhouse]

Every breath you take

Every move you make, ill be watching you

Genre: dd-dne smut

Characters: ticci toby, female!yn

Desc: after a series of misterious break-ins, you come home drunk to a masked intruder that is deadseat on using you however he wants

Cw: rape, stalking, creampie, cutting, blood, blood as lube, penetration, pnv sex, assault, crying, handcuffs, alcohol, alcohol abuse, break ins, pantie stealing, i think thats it

If you are sensitive to any of this, DO NOT READ!! And dont come into my inbox either.

2.4k words, enjoy!

There had been a few things out of place when you got home that night. Sure, you had been drinking, and maybe it was just that: a mistake, but the feeling of unease didnt fade. There had been a knife on the counter when there shouldnt have been, and you had sworn you had put away that laundry. You didnt know if anyone would even bother to break in and not take anything, it was a small apartment on the edge of a quiet town. There were no signs of a forced entry, just a heavy feeling in your gut. Surely it was nothing.

Coming home from the bar was a Saturday ritual. You left for the local dive at the same time, making sure to lock the door behind you and calling the designated driver to pick you up. You went, had a few drinks, and came home around midnight. It was a traditional way people everywhere spent their nights, simple as that.

This time something was different.

You sighed, stumbling through the entryway and kicking off your red stilettos. You slammed the door behind you, walking into the kitchen to set down your keys. Head light as a feather, you set down your purse and rubbed your eyes. You glanced at the clock on the stove top.

*2am..? Its much later than i thought..*

You grabbed a glass from your cabinet, fumbling with it for a second before steadying your hands. You filled up the glass with water, taking a long drink with your body cooling off almost instantly. God, it had been a rough night hadnt it? You certainly didnt mean to stay out that late, time clearly got away from you. You walked out of the kitchen, pausing to click off the lights.

Then, you saw it.

There was a single rose placed on your coffee table, a sight that made your heart stop. You stared at it, a feeling of dread sinking through your clothes and into your bones. You looked around, almost scared to find out why the rose was there. There was nothing, your door had been locked and you were on the second floor. You crept closer to the rose, seeing that there was a note underneath the stem. You picked up the rose, wincing as you pricked your finger.

“Call 911 and you die,”

You felt all your nights food come up to your throat. This had to be a joke, right? Some kid had snuck in, maybe you had left this and you couldn't remember, something had to be a reasonable solution. You stared at the note, sitting on your couch across from it. Your brain rattled through all solutions, but none of them seemed plausible. Maybe… maybe it was nothing. Surely it was nothing.

Yet there was that incident that you swore was all in your head. The time something felt out of place after a night similar to this one. Maybe it had been more real than you thought. Either way, you couldn't call anyone now, it WAS a threat and you were taking it seriously. You headed back to the kitchen, taking a knife and setting the rose on the counter.

You walked through the apartment warily, looking around every corner with the knife raised. You flicked on the lights of your bedroom, and looked at your dresser. It was open. A wash of fear rolled through you, the goosebumps on your skin raising as you saw what drawer was open. Your panties had been rifled through.

•••

When weeks had gone by since the incident, you had noticed more and more panties were going missing. No matter how many times you changed the locks, someone had gotten in. You had thought about installing security camera, but the cost seemed far too much. You worked at walmart for gods sake, you were barely making rent as is. The only solution was to buy more underwear. You didnt know what to do, so you just continued your life as normal. You didnt tell friends or family, as the note still weighed heavy on your mind. Just act normal, keep the stalker happy and dont die.

You had gotten into the habit of drinking far too many drinks at the bar, and your friends had noticed. They had asked what was wrong, you couldnt handle your alcohol well. You tended to drink to the point of collapsing, and your friends didnt like that. They started leaving without you because you stayed at the bar so long after they had finished their drinks. It was upsetting, but you didn't blame them. Who wants to deal with an incompetent drunk?

You had called an uber at 3 in the morning, arriving home at around 3:30. You clambered out of the car with your heels and purse in hand, stumbling to the door of your apartment. You leaned up against the door frame, searching your bag for your bundle of keys. Your head wasnt in the right place, it was becoming harder and harder to think as time went on. You eventually found your keys, shakey hands sliding the key into the lock.

You clicked the passcode on the second lock you had installed, opening the door. You sighed in relief as you opened the door, the cool air conditioning cooling off your warm body. God, it was nice to be home. You set down your things, slamming the door behind you.

You swayed through your living room, you just wanted to go to bed. You didn't want to change, you didnt want to eat, you just wanted to sleep. You pulled off your top as you walked, throwing your heels on the ground with the shirt. As you entered your dark room, you kicked your skirt off and collapsed into your bed, head empty as you fell into a drunken slumber. You didnt care to check the house, you just let yourself fall asleep.

“Hello gorgeous, you look stunning,”

You bolted upright, eyes darting around the dark room. Nothing.

“Hello?” You called out, shaking. Surely you were hallucinating, you were very drunk. There was no way someone was in the apartment, it didnt make sense.

Suddenly, a hand covered your mouth. You screamed and flailed, attempting to grasp any part of this attacker but your limbs were far too heavy to cause any real damage even if you could get him.

“Shhh, im not gonna hurt you love, i just wanna show you my devotion,” the man stuttered, words broken up by small tics.

You felt a gloved hand wrap around your left wrist and a metal ring surrounding it. You felt all your adrenaline soaring through you, but it wasn't enough. You knew it wasnt enough, the man was easily overpowering your efforts. He clicked the other cuff around your wrists, making a pleased hum.

“Listen, if you be a good girl and don't scream, i wont kill you and display your pretty body all over your house, got it cutie?”

You nodded frantically, sobbing into his hand before he let it go.

“Nonono, this cant be happening,” you cried, shaking your head as you got your first look at your attacker. He had a mask on with orange goggles over his eyes with measy brown hair.

“Its happening darling, so enjoy it,” he whispered, climbing onto the bed and pushing you down. “Ive been watching you, tracking your every move and taking those pretty panties of yours, im.. im in love with you.” He paused, straddling your hips. “You really tried to keep me out, and I admire that. But you dont seem to get it. Your mine, and im going to show my love to you.”

You began to sob loudly, the reality that you were trapped under a psychopath who was going to do.. it. You shook, terror shooting through every bone in your body.

“Please dont kill me, please dont hurt me, please,” you babbled, words catching in your throat as you said them.

“Psh, im not gonna if you be a good girl, dont worry your pretty little head my love,” he cooed, sliding his hands up your torso and pulling out your breasts from the bra you were wearing.

“Fuck, your so much more beautiful than ive ever could have ever imagined (y/n),” he groaned, watching you squirm under his body.

“Please no, no please don't rape me,” you stuttered, hiccuping as he ran a hand over your right nipple and squeezing it a bit.

“Its not rape if you consent, and if you want to live your going to say yes to me, or this will be the last thing you ever experience,” he growled, running his hands down to your waist.

“Fuck you,” you spat, your heart racing faster than you thought possible.

“Your lucky your so beautiful, you would be dead right now and id have to fuck your corpse. So,” he said, pulling a knife from his pocket. “Your gonna say yes,” he sternly said.

You begain to sob again, shaking so hard the bed was moving. “No, no no no, please god no,”

Toby grumbled, pressing the knife into your stomach fat and cutting. You gasped as the blood beaded up in the wound.

“Cmon baby, i bet this hurts. I dont wanna hurt you, but i need you to say yes to me,” he whispered, continuing to cut into your torso in the shape of a heart.

You cried harder, gasping at the sharp pain pressing against the knifes blade.

“Your so pretty when you cry (y/n), but god your so stubborn. Whats it gonna take to break you? I can do this all night. No one is coming to save you,“ he droned, cutting deeper into you.

You knew he was right. It was so late, no one you knew would help even if you were late. You had isolated yourself so badly with your alcohol habits that you weren't even sure who was your friend.

The cuts stung as he pressed harder and harder into your stomach, the blood pouring out of the wound and staining your sheets. You cried out in agony, desperately trying to hold out from giving in. You had no way out but to give in to his demands.

“Fuck, ill say yes, just stop,” you begged, a deep sense of shame wearing heavily on your mind. Your head was still foggy, and there was a glimmer of hope that this was just all a bad dream.

“Good girl, im so proud of you,” the attacker cooed, sliding his hands down your black panties and pulling them off. He fumbled with his jeans, unzipping the fly and sliding the denim to his knees. You choked out a cry as he groaned with the release of his dick, finally accepting your fate.

He pulled his boxers down his thighs, discarding the bloody knife at your side. He removed one of his gloves, stroking his cock with a sigh. He ran his fingers over your cuts, making you squirm with the agonizing pain. He used the blood to coat his dick, forcing your legs apart.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful when you cry. Your driving me crazy my love, how can I resist that body?” He huffed, slowly inserting himself into you with a moan. He filled your pussy with his cock, groaning as he began to thrust into you.

“Your so beautiful lamb, so fucking precious and breakable,” he moaned, grabbing onto your hips as your cunt sucked him in. You cried loudly, tears, drool and snot rolling down your face. It was horrific, you had never known such fear in your life. He was raping you, and he was going to get away with it. No one would believe you.

“Pretty girl, pretty fucking girl,” he stuttered, drunk on your tight pussy. He was tearing you open, it felt like fire in your entrance as you were completely filled. You felt a deep shame in your chest, a immense sadness and despair covering your skin.

“Fuck,” the attacker moaned, rutting into you as fast as he could. You knew when men were going to cum, that they got sloppy with their thrusts and started panting. The idea that he had no condom, that he was most likely going to cum into you was more degrading than the actual assault. You felt him slide out momentarily and felt a glimmer of hope, but as he reinserted himself you cried out in pain. He had completely tore you open.

“My lamb, you look so fuck- so fucking pathetic, tell me you like this,”

You recoiled in shock. Was he insane? That much was obvious, but did he really mean it?

“What?” You whimpered, watching as he reached for the knife. “No no, ill say it,” you cried, a broken sob escaped your mouth as vomit rose in your throat. “I.. i like this..” you sobbed, watching his head roll back as he moaned.

“Good, im so glad my love,” he moaned, becoming sloppy before he gasped loudly, filling you deep inside with his cum. You sobbed and shook your head, trying to wake up from this nightmare you had found yourself in. He pulled out, slapping your inner thigh with his cock.

“Dont move. Ill let you go. No ones gonna believe you, and i know how to get in so dont try anything, got it?” He barked, picking up his knife and putting his glove back on his bloody hand. You nodded frantically, desperate to make this man leave. He put his pants back on, pulling you up into sitting and calmly undoing your restraints with a click.

“Goodbye lamb,” he whispered, walking into the hall. You sat there, staring blankly at the wall. It wasnt a dream, you had actually been assaulted. He was gone. There was no justice, no matter how much you scrubbed, the filth of this night would never wash off.

Three weeks later, the cuts had begun to scar. You hadn't gone to the bar again, terrified that somehow you would see him. You heard his voice everywhere, you couldn't even go to work without paranoia. You had been throwing up every day for a while, and a horrific thought filled your head.

You sat on the floor of your bathroom, staring at a positive pregnancy test.

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Inspo song

[wcbbfics]

WILDFLOWER pt 3

summary - sophia and paige had been close friends for a long time but now they both have a secret. sophia is hiding something from paige about her past. and paige is hiding her real feelings for soph.

paige bueckers x uconn student

warning- angst, car sex, fingering

an: please send me request for ideas for other fics, open to writing for emily, diana, and kate!

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saturday night (4 days after the fight)- paige’s pov

“PAIGE, get up” kk yells as she walks into my room uninvited

“leave me alone” i groan out, i’ve been cooped up in my bed all week feeling bad for myself.

“girl if you think i’m going to let you lay here all sad you best not know me” kk states with a stern face

“kk im fine i just am tired”

“you’ve been tired all week, i know sophias ignoring you has been hard but you need to find a new girl to be with”

i sit up with a displeased look on my face “i can’t find a new girl.” the days after our fight i’ve been in a constant battle with myself about what to do about our “fight”. i truly have no idea what she is so upset about. but ruining this friendship is the last thing i want.

“paige just come out with us, it will make you feel better”

I groan but give in because i know kk doesn’t ever give up. i get up and put on black baggy jeans and a vintage uconn sweatshirt.

We walk into the frat house and the smell of sweat and alcohol is making my head pound. I walk over to a group of uconn athletes and start making conversation my head is still pounding but i preserve through the pain. the conversation with the guys gets boring and i glance out the door to see nika outside by the pool talking to some girl that has her back turned to me. I abruptly stop my boring conversation with the random guys and walk over the back door. ice grabs my arm and pulls me over to the bar.

“i think we should stay inside” ice tells me

“why, i want to talk to nika” i state confused

“i’ll tell nika to find you” ice walks away leaving me more curious. I linger by the door waiting for ice to get distracted and start walking back over to nika. i now have a better view of the girl nila’s talking to. her skin is tan and her body is lean and beautiful. she’s wearing a white cropped shirt and a tiny little black skirt. maybe kk was right i do need to find someone else. so I walk up to the pair

as you start walking closer you feel like you recognize the girl nika talking to but you ignore it.

“hi paige” nika said groggily glancing at me

the girls long black hair whips as she turns to face me and our eyes connect. her big beautiful brown eyes are now locked on mine.

“paige” she breathes out.

she looks just as beautiful as the last time you saw her, now there were no tears streaming down her face.

“hey” i whisper back trying to not mess anything up.

“i’ll leave yall to talk” nika says as she looks at me knowingly and walks away

“how are you” i ask with concern

“fine”

“soph, i don’t want to do this small talk. can we please talk about what happened last weekend?”

“i don’t want to talk about it here”

“i’ll get us a uber. we can talk at my place” i almost beg i need to know how to fix this, fix us.

“fine”

———————-

sophia’s pov

there was no available ubers so we get in a mini van with abunch of the guys basketball team. they promised there dd hasn’t drank anything so we got in. paige goes into the van first her tall frame hobbling to the back of the van

“what the fuck, yall said there were 2 empty seats” paige yells to whoever the driver is. he yells something back at her but i can’t hear.

“it’s fine paige we can just share i wanna to go home”

paige sits down and i walk over to her. we’re in the very back of the van, the row has two seats but one of them is filled with crap. as i sit down on her thighs i feel her muscles flex as her arms wrap come up and wrap around my torso. the action immediately makes me feel safe. being tangled up on top of each other feels so natural and right.

“you good” paige whispered concerningly in my ear. her hot breath tickles my skin as she breathes out.

“ya” i feel so shaky. like any movement could ruin this moment.

one of her hands snakes out to rest on the inside of my thigh. i turn my head to look her. she is peering out the window her eyes flashing back and forth. we are so close and i don’t know how long i can stay like this. the guys in the front are all drunkenly laughing and i don’t think they even remember we’re here.

paige’s hand is absentmindedly rubbing up and down my inner thigh. i can feel my mind screaming at me to tell her to stop because the rush of heat going to my core is unnerving.

my breath halts as she goes even high this time “paige” i whine. almost telling her to stop.

“what” she whispers back unknowing of the amount of pressure building

“your hand” i say and she stops moving it. “dont stop” i plead. i can feel her smirk as she inches her hand closer to my panties. i gasp at the warmth. she keeps going, looking at me for approval. i nod.

“you want me to fuck you in the back of this car” she asks surprised.

i nod my head again

“use your words ma”

“yes, please paigey”

paige takes a long deep breath. her mind racing with the though of what she might do to you. her mouth starts peppering kisses up and down my neck. one hand coming up to tilt your neck to the side. she connects her mouth with demand as she starts sucking on my sweet spot. i groan at the sudden aggression she has.

she continues kiss my neck as slides her hand under your panties. the wetness coating my pussy is dripping out soaking my entire underwear.

“this wet for me” she moans out. her fingers gather the wetness and she starts circling my clit.

my moans are breathy and quiet as she continues to rub her long fingers along my clit. she inserts her finger in and i can’t be quiet anymore. i yelp in response at her filling me. as soon as the sounds leaves your mouth her other hand come up and covers my mouth.

“paige” i moan into her. i feel my core tighten as i lean back into her. she gets a better angle and i close my eyes focusing on every single movement she makes.

“open your eyes” she mumbles. i listen opening them to look at her. she’s biting her lip, focused on what she’s doing.

“i’m almost there” i moan out. her eyes lock with mine. my breath stops as i release all over her fingers. her hand that was on my mouth is now digging into my hips rocking me back and fourth. she takes her hand out of my folds and bring it up to my face. she leans her head on to my ear. i can feel her lips brush my ear as she demands “suck”. i oblige as she puts her fingers into my mouth. i lick and suck all my juices off her fingers. i turn around so im straddling her waist. our eyes meet. she’s looking at me with such heat in her eyes that i might melt.

“you did so good for me” she whispers. and i lay my head on her shoulder as her hands and wrap around her waist. sleep is creeping up on me so i close my eyes and rest

—————-

paige’s pov

we get to my dorm after 30 minutes of the driver getting lost. i carefully pick up sophia and walk into my room. i wish i could just stay with her wrapped around me. but i need to shower the smell of frat off me so i lay her down on my bed. my body goes cold with the loss of her body heat.

“paigey” she whines when i put her down.

“i’ll be right back” i assure her

i showered as fast as i could. when i opened the door she was still fast asleep. she looked like a angel laying there with her hair spread around her like a halo. i walked over to the bed gently laying my purple blanket on her and get under the covers. she immediately scoots towards me so i wrap my arms around her and hold her there.

i wake up to sophia still sleeping on top of me. her head is in the crook of my neck and i can feel every breath she takes. i just sit there and look at her. I am so down bad for this girl. i would do anything she asked me too. then my mind is racing with the thoughts of her being mad at me and not talking to me for a week. we need to have a serious conversation when she wakes up.

[goldenpinof]

one timer down, one to go.

(today i got a reply from irlmerch’s customer service saying “Even after the timer ends, we will continue to collect orders for a couple of hours.” take it as you will, ‘cause the red timer is more than “a couple of hours”, idk if they meant specifically that one)

wat? when did this get added?

[strandnreyes]

“Woah. Sorry.”

Carlos’ first reaction on duty is to give a once over to the man that just bumped into him on his way into the bar. He presses his lips into a polite smile and grips his utility belt, but then loses his confidence when he sees who he’s faced with.

The man has a black shirt on that says ‘most likely to kiss a stranger’ with ‘Nancy’s bachelorette’ written underneath in swirly cursive font. To top it all off, he’s wearing a hot pink fringe jacket on top. Carlos is no stranger to bachelorette parties, especially when he’s patrolling on a Saturday night on Sixth Street, but it’s the man himself that leaves Carlos a little stunned.

“All good,” he assures. Carlos nods after the group of fringed-jacket wearers that have already wandered deeper into the bar. “You better catch up with your friends.”

The man looks over his shoulder, into the cocktail lounge that seems a little too tame for this crew. He grimaces. His eyes are clear and he’s not laughing as much as the rest of them were. Carlos wonder if he’s the DD. “Yeah. I—” He looks back at Carlos. “Sorry. Again.”

Carlos waves him off and then can’t pull his gaze away for an extra few seconds. One thing Carlos is certain about is that if the man’s shirt is true, that’s one lucky stranger.

[azulas-1-fan]

I didn't know if Logan's legs would work normally.

But thankfully, I didn't have to worry. He had called me when we woke up, choking on his tears and stammering. I admit, I wasn't much better.

For the rest of that night, his screams haunted me. I was guilty, horribly guilty, I had ignored him. Ignored his begging, I thought he was okay. Now I didn't know if he would be able to fight alongside me anymore.

We had planned to go to the arcade after the fight, we thought everything would be okay. That Ashlyn would he able to find the keys, that Ben would watch her back, that Taylor would stay at the car, that Logan wouldn't almost die.

We couldn't go back on the arcade, we had both already told our parents. And they couldn't know what's going on every night.. No, they couldn't know.

I'm scared

-

And I had every right to be.

Seeing Logan limo towards me, his face twisted in barely hidden pain, his eyes full of relief at the sight of me. I almost broke down.

But I didn't, because they couldn't know.

"Aiden!" Logan calls, he's grinning now. How could he smile? How could he look so happy knowing I failed him?

"Logan." I say back. Logan looks concerned, expecting me to shout back, to match his energy. I can't find myself to.

Logan wraps himself around me, his head on my shoulder, bending his legs awkwardly. He's barely shorter than me after all. He rests all his weight on me, his legs bending. I want to throw up.

"Are you okay?" I whisper, I had already asked him this morning, he didn't respond.

"No." He whispers back, I blink to empty my eyes.

"I'll make it okay." I promise.

Why did I do that? I can't give him functioning legs again.

"No you can't." He accuses, grasping my arms and leaning away, his weight still on me.

"No I can't." I admit, I sound pathetic. Why am I pathetic? I need to be strong for him.

Logan widens his eyes at my admission. He didn't expect that, I guess.

Logan begins to stumble to the arcade. I follow, that's all I can do right now, thinking of how similar his sadden eyes looked to when he was terrified and freshly broken.

The arcade is loud, deafeningly so. That's whats to be expected on a Saturday in a small town.

I cover my ears, I was never good with loud sounds. I look to my left, Logan looks around in wonder.

"Did I already say that I've never been to an arcade?" He says slowly. I smile at him and nod my head.

He laughs, it may be the most beautiful thing that I've ever heard.

I wonder my eyes over everything, it's bright, and amazing. I adore arcades.

"Where are we going first? I'm not sure whats best." Logan breathes out, he's looking at me with shining eyes. At least they aren't shining with tears.

I grab his arm quickly. "DD-" I cut myself off, he can barely walk, why would he dance?

"Aiden?" Logan asks.

"Basketball!" I almost shout, desperate to cover up my mistake, he's already fragile, I don't want to ruin him.

Logan nods quickly, "Basketball!" He shouts. He's grinning. I can only pray he stays that way.

I drag him off, letting him rest his weight on me. The basketball machine is empty, I almost want to cry from relief.

Logan doesn't share my sentiment, he frowns, but quickly recovers and rushes towards the game.

I smile at him, watching his legs shake.

-

"I am exhausted!" I complain, slumped over Logan as he practically inhales his slushy. How does someone drink something so fast?

"I'm not, maybe sleep better?" Logan says, the words are snarky, but Logan sounds concerned.

"Hard to sleep when all I see is you." I mumble, hoping Logan doesn't hear me.

I'm not that lucky.

"Aiden.." Logan sighs, he looks sad. I'm the reason he looks sad, God I'm an idiot.

"I'm sorry Lo, I don't know why I brought that up. It was stu-"

"You did your best."

What.

"You couldn't have changed anything." Logan looks at me, his slushy abandoned to his side.

"No, I could've. I ignored you and maybe if I pulled the phantom off, then you'd be fine." I rush out.

"No," Logan starts, "I researched. By the time that you killed that phantom, I had already been hurt. Nothing could have changed what happened."

My vision blurs.

"Thank you, you couldn't stop it. But you still helped me. I wouldn't be okay if I was alone, you were there, and that saved me, I think." Logan sighs, his small, calloused hand on my face.

I lean into him, I'm crying. I'm crying a lot.

"Why aren't you crying?" I whisper.

Logan shrugs, "Don't know, maybe I haven't really realized what happened, or maybe I'm taking it in differently than you are."

I wrap my hand around Logan, my face buried in his sweater. It's soft and bumpy, hand made maybe? I bet it was his grandma.

Logan sighs and leans into me, "It's okay to be scared. I'm scared too."

But I can't be scared; I refuse to be. I'll be strong and fearless, for him.

-

RHAOBEOWVWOAJAI heheheheheheh

@ohquail @b3achysurfur

[ananke-xiii]

robbie thompson writing meg and metatron interacting with cas and sort of scolding him because he doesn't understand their quotes:

"Would it kill you to watch a movie, read a book?/Would it have killed you to pick up a book, watch a movie?"

meanwhile one of the first things Cas does when he shows up in that barn is paging through Bobby's book AND we know he's probably skimmed through some of "The Winchester Gospels":

"It's an honor to meet you, Chuck. I… admire your work."

and we also know he likes "looking at" The Saturday Evening Post:

"Yeah. It's like we're stepping into a Saturday Evening Post. I look at them sometimes after you fall asleep at night. They're very soothing".

the angel-man has a peculiar taste in books/readings, okay? Leave him alone! :DD

[yankstrash]

https://www.tumblr.com/yankstrash/723155942253953024/one-time-gabe-cant-make-it-to-a-hockey-party-so

Blurb please!!

it was saturday night and the hockey team was throwing a party, but gabe had been sick all week and was in no shape to go to a party.

amelia on the other hand had been looking forward to it all week, so gabe had no problem assuring her she could go and made sure to tell the guys to look after her.

he made them promise to keep a sharp eye on her and to call him if anything happened. they all promised to look after meels and make sure nothing would happen.

amelia was hesitant to go without gabe, but she trusted his teammates and knew she would be fine without him.

after only an hour, the party was packed. amelia had been hanging out with the girlfriends all night. normally she split her time between the girlfriends and gabe, with a bit more of it going to gabe, but tonight all she had were her girls (and she was completely fine with that).

everything was fine for a while, until it wasn't.

amelia was standing in the kitchen chatting with drew, when some drunk guy stumbled by her and spilled his drink

all. over. amelia.

and with her luck, she was wearing a white top tonight.

amelia gasped as the cold liquid hit her tank top and bare skin, and drew immediately pushed the guy who spilled it.

"you dick! you just got beer all over her!"

the guy put his hands up in defense, saying "my bad man! total accident. here, i'll fix it."

the guy reached over and grabbed some paper towels before wrapping an arm around amelias waist and pulling her into him, trying to wipe the beer off of her.

"uh uh, no way. get away from her." drew said, prying the guy, who now had a huge smirk plastered on his face, off of amelia.

"chilll, you made a big deal out of me messing up her top. now i'm just trying to be a gentleman and clean the pretty lady up, and you're bitchin about that too!" the guy slurred.

drew was 2 second away from punching this guy in his face, when will came up behind them. "what's going on?"

drew turned to will and was about to say something when amelia spoke up. "i want gabe." she said, and when will and drew looked over at her, she looked like she was on the brink of tears.

drew looks back at will and says, "call gabe, now. i'm going to get her cleaned up and then i'm taking her to our place." (gabe, drew and will are roommates)

will agreed and drew gave the drunk guy one final shove out of the kitchen before he helped amelia clean more beer off of her.

"what a disaster." she said as drew threw paper towels away.

"yeah. i'm sorry meely, i don't think we're gonna be able to save your top." drew said with a frown.

amelia gave him a tight lipped smile and said, "it's alright. it's replaceable." she looked down before speaking again. "i just wanna be with gabe." she whispered the last part.

drew nodded before putting an arm around her shoulder and saying, "i know. let's go find will."

when the two found will he was just hanging up the phone.

"get ahold of gabe?" drew asked.

will nodded and said, "yeah, he said he wants meely home right now."

drew nodded and said, "okay, i'm taking her now. i'll see you later at home."

drew was dd tonight, so he and amelia got into his car and he drove her to he and gabes apartment.

as soon as he pulled up, gabe was out the front door and walking to the passenger side of the car.

he opened amelias door for her and scooped her out. she immediately clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and legs around his waist.

"thanks man, i really appreciate it" gabe said as he looked over at drew, giving him a head nod.

"we'll talk in the morning." drew responded, to which gabe nodded his head and took amelia inside.

once they were in his room, he gently placed her on his bed and kissed her head.

"i'll get you a clean shirt baby." gabe said, going over to his dresser and pulling out a shirt for amelia to wear.

she mumbled a thanks before pulling her damp top over her head, tossing it aside and pulling gabes t shirt on. she also discarded her jeans and opted to just sleep in her underwear and gabes shirt.

she looked up at gabe, who was still standing, with sad eyes and a quivering lip before holding her arms out to him.

he scooped her back up before laying down on his back and keeping amelia on top of him.

he rubbed her back up and down as he said, "i'm so sorry i wasn't there tonight."

amelia kisses his chest and responded, "it's okay. drew took care of me and you're here now. it's all okay."

they laid in silence for a few minutes before gabe broke it.

"the one time i can't attend a party you get a shirt full of beer and some creep trying to clean you up."

amelia lightly laughs at his comment.

"next time, i'll opt to just stay home and take care of your sickness."

[charmed-asylum]

Billy Your Way tho

I wonder what going though all three people minds the beginning of the chapter. I mean in away we see two of thee kinda three. She lost in the glitter daze shy from it all a kind of is this real. Billy more then ever high from all this attention ( which I’m shock 😮 bc you think he hide her for as long as possible so what is it he getting from her besides devotion) and lastly Eddie lord he makes me feel like I’m watching one of those movies from 80s to 00s when guy sees girls of his dream his friend with another. I’m gonna call it the JH VIBES . “ You’re with Billy and he feels like it's his fault. You felt so lonely, and undesirable, and Eddie is convinced he made you feel that way by keeping his feelings locked up” I mean is he right or is he not . It’s sad what not speaking your mind means. But is it to late while I’m a lover of Billy Eddie is that dirty guilty pleasure I have so I can say Billy loves to fuck up so it’s only a matter of time just let’s hope he doesn’t do anything to the reader .

And it’s moments like this why I’m worried for reader and mad at Billy and his attentions w her, “ Billy notices Eddie looking, Hellfire congregating around Gareth’s locker. He smirks, giving Eddie a knowing look before giving Eddie a little show. Billy whispers something in your ear, making you giggle before turning you so your back is to your locker and he kisses you, tongue slipping into your mouth and his hands sliding into the back pockets of your jeans” and poor reader don’t even know billy thought process , “Despite the uneasiness you feel inside, you can’t help but melt at the way Billy is touching you, at how he’s letting everyone know that he wants you. It’s dizzying” that it is damn maybe this is what the doc order haha ha billy gonna have a hell of time w her maybe just maybe they all have an effect on each other that’s take them out of habit . Haha idk I feel Billy would be a closet DD FAN for sure like him n Eddie would meet in an undisclosed location and play for hours lol. “ . Warmth spreads throughout him, proud of his accomplishment and also as a reaction to your excitement. He won’t admit how much he actually enjoyed it. “ girl thanks bc home girl up in DE LU LU ISLAND “ You know deep down that this is wrong. If you weren’t so wrapped up in it, you’d be able to see the way Billy is trying to isolate you- keep you for himself”

Still I worried about it all. “Billy wasn’t sure how he managed to end up here. In all honesty, he didn’t expect to talk to you again after Saturday night, but now he’s here- walking you to class, holding your books, observing you all day at his side. He doesn’t understand what’s happening to him- how you have this effect on him. “ ITS THE FEAR IM WORRIED ABOUT THE ONE I KNOW BITS OF NEIL MAY COME OUT. I’m worried when and how it’s gonna come out then back to reader who idk is she disappointed or something else

WHY BILLY GOTTA do this why Eddie gotta do this why can’t I save money on GEICO oh yea no car so I can’t run to u and scream why u killing me this softy

“He can’t catch his breath and his mind is spinning at just how good that felt. It rattles him to his core- like how everything else you do seems to affect him in ways he never thought possible…. He heads to the bathroom, leaving you alone with your anxiety and your spiraling thoughts. “ lord knows I am not going to make it

BILLY U ASS WTF 😳

Everything that I Wanted (2)

Eddie Munson x F!Reader / Billy Hargrove x F!Reader 

Word Count: 5k 

Synopsis: Love triangle between your best friend Eddie and your first boyfriend, Billy Hargrove that spans over many years as you get everything you think you ever wanted. However, your life doesn’t play out how you expected it, starting from the first time you’re asked out on a date. 

Warnings: 18+ MDNI; SMUT (oral m receiving), angst, language, depictions of a toxic relationship (manipulation, coercion/guilting & isolation from peers)

A/N: Comments & Reblogs are always appreciated! Please let me know what you think! Thank you so much @munsonsmixtapes @punkrockmlchael @keeryhours @losingmygrasponreality for letting me talk to y'all and reading this for me!

PART ONE

It was obvious to Eddie why you never called him, when he sees you walk into school on Billy’s arm. From the outside, you looked like you were head over heels in love with Billy and Eddie could barely stomach the thought. Everyone at school is staring at you, it feels like- but of course they are. Suddenly, a freak of Hawkins is walking into school with Billy Hargrove’s arm slung around her shoulder. It’s a spectacle that makes you shy away and makes Billy cockier than before, thriving on the attention he’s getting. Eddie feels like his heart has been ripped from his chest, knowing that you’d rather be with Billy devastates him. 

He should’ve said something sooner. He regrets bottling up this affection he holds for you. Selfishly, he thought he had more time- more time to make you see how perfect you both are for each other. You’re with Billy and he feels like it's his fault. You felt so lonely, and undesirable, and Eddie is convinced he made you feel that way by keeping his feelings locked up. Billy’s going to hurt you, break your heart, and he feels helpless like he can’t save you. Do you even have to be saved? 

Billy notices Eddie looking, Hellfire congregating around Gareth’s locker. He smirks, giving Eddie a knowing look before giving Eddie a little show. Billy whispers something in your ear, making you giggle before turning you so your back is to your locker and he kisses you, tongue slipping into your mouth and his hands sliding into the back pockets of your jeans. Anger boils over in Eddie’s chest, he knows exactly what Billy is doing. He can’t give the jerk the satisfaction if he stays and watches the spectacle. He mumbles something about needing a smoke to Jeff, making an excuse to leave, slamming the side door behind him. 

The PDA makes you uncomfortable, hating how it seems like everyone’s eyes are on you. Despite the uneasiness you feel inside, you can’t help but melt at the way Billy is touching you, at how he’s letting everyone know that he wants you. It’s dizzying. So, you fold, giving into his touch and letting him kiss you however he likes. When he pulls away, he’s grinning like a little kid, pressing his forehead to yours. 

“We gave them quite the show, princess,” he whispers, caressing your sides, and you see how he’s talking about your friends- most of Hellfire standing there stunned. “Remember what we talked about,” he whispers close to your ear, sending a shiver up your spine. You look over at Gareth, and his eyes search yours. You can practically hear what he’s thinking. What the actual fuck? Or something along those lines. You’d never seen Gareth look- disappointed. It gutted you. 

“You know… I know you and everyone else thinks Hellfire is like this weird satanic cult, but honestly, Billy- they are just a bunch of geeks. D&D is just a game… It's a lot of fun. Maybe if you came with me-”

“Not happening,” he deadpans. “Princess, I don’t think they’re good for you…”

He takes your books and carries them, which honestly catches you off guard. He also surprises himself, not sure what’s coming over him. He tries not to think about it too much, leaving the thoughts by the door as you both walk into your chemistry class. Plopping the books on the work table, he slides his stool closer to yours so your shoulders brush. 

“I think if you played, you’d like it,” you try to insist. Billy tries his best to not roll his eyes and scoff. He shakes his head. 

“No I wouldn’t,” he says, his tone a little curt. You pretend it doesn’t hurt your feelings and just continue talking. You loved the game- and you found yourself wanting to share with him. Plus, sometimes when you get started on a topic you love, you have trouble dropping it. 

“Come on, just try it, please?” you ask, wide pleading eyes making him cave. He hates it- that you manage your way under his skin like this. The effect you have on him is something he can’t explain. It’s not something he’s ready to unpack- he doesn’t want to see that part of himself. 

“I’m not going to waste a Friday night with those freaks,” he says, his hand rubbing your back, “Not when there’s much better things I can think of- that would just be me and you.” He smirks, but you miss it- too preoccupied with pulling your pouch of dice out of your backpack. Billy blinks, taken aback at your complete disregard to his flirting. 

“No, we can just play right now,” you smile, opening up your notebook to a blank page and emptying the pouch contents out onto it. “Please, just try it- I promise you’ll have fun…”

“Fine,” he rolls his eyes. 

“So imagine you’re in the woods- you have a sword sheathed at your side, a dagger on your leg and a shield in your arm,” you begin setting the scene. “In the distance, you hear a noise- like the heavy footsteps of an animal. What do you do? What do you want to know?” 

You’re setting the scene in such a way that Billy is pulled into the storytelling almost immediately. You watch how he legitimately ponders the question and you can watch him thinking through the options. You can’t help but smile, happy to see his willingness to try even if only to appease you. 

“Um, what direction did the noise come from?” He asks, and it makes his heart swell when you seem giddy at his question. 

“So we don’t have a character sheet, so I’m just gonna fudge the stats. But you’d do a perception check- and based on how you roll, you’d see if you can answer that.” You pick up the dice and drop them into his hand. He looks down at them, rolling his eyes, but still rolls anyways. “Good roll,” you beam, and he can’t help but smile at the compliment. “You’re a natural,” you praise. 

“So you can tell that the noise is coming from the North, maybe North East. It’s coming from about 30 feet away. You also know that these woods are known to have dangerous species. How would you proceed?” 

“Do I recognize the sound?” He asks, hanging onto your words. He won’t admit it, but you have him sucked into this story, thrilled at the opportunity to play the hero. 

“The dice will tell you,” you tease and Billy rolls again. “Yes, you recognize that it's a chimera- the dangerous fire breathing beast that has the body of a goat, the heads of a lion and a goat and the tail of a serpent… you also know that their joints are their weak spots.”

“Do I know how to defeat one?” Billy asks, rolling before you even need to tell him. It makes you smile, biting your lip- happy to be seeing this side of him. He looks to you to decipher his role. 

“Yes.” 

“Okay, well,” he rubs his face with his hands like he’s actually in this situation. You find it endearing, “I wanna try to attack and kill it,” he says, nodding to himself like he’s convincing himself he made the right decision. He holds his breath as the dice roll across the table. 

“You did it!” You exclaim excitedly, wrapping your arms around him in congratulations. He chuckles, hugging you back. Warmth spreads throughout him, proud of his accomplishment and also as a reaction to your excitement. He won’t admit how much he actually enjoyed it. 

“Okay, sure,” he shrugs, but you can see through it. You know he had fun. 

“This is all Hellfire is,” you explain gently, hoping to convince him to change his mind- to show him that all you and your friends care about is a game. “Do you see why I like it?” you ask softly, hoping you showed him enough to make him understand. However, you around Eddie- all those other guys- not something he would want in any context, even if it was just D&D. The idea that you still are insistent on staying in the club upsets him- he should be enough for you. 

“I know you love it, princess,” he whispers, kissing your temple. “But those guys aren’t good for you- they aren’t good for us. They aren’t interested in friendship- they are just pretending to be your friends… Trust me, please? I don’t want you hanging out with other guys… You’re my girl, right? Not there’s…” 

You know deep down that this is wrong. If you weren’t so wrapped up in it, you’d be able to see the way Billy is trying to isolate you- keep you for himself. But, you can rationalize those apprehensions away so well. He’s your boyfriend, and he’s setting a boundary in your relationship- that’s normal. This is a sacrifice people need to make sometimes for the sake of their relationship. Why does it have to be so hard? You nod, giving in to his request- you think it's the right thing to do. 

You find Eddie at his locker in the middle of the day, and you take a deep breath- bracing yourself for the hard conversation you need to have with him. This is tearing you apart inside but it’s something that you think you need to do- thinking you’re doing it for the good of your relationship. 

“Hey, can we talk?” you ask, and Eddie can tell sometime is wrong. He closes his locker and leans against it. He sighs, and you can tell he’s upset. You already know it was about Billy- you don’t need to ask. You gulp, bracing yourself for how he’s going to react. 

“What’s up?” He asks, faking indifference. “I see your date was a big success…”

“Oh.. um, yeah,” you shuffle on your feet awkwardly, not able to meet his eyes. “Listen, I just needed to let you know I need to take a break from Hellfire for a little bit…”

“Is Billy making you do that?” Eddie asks, his eyes full of concern. You try to brush it off. 

“No, no, no,” you lie, “It’s not him. I just… I have a lot of projects and assignments coming up right now that I really need to focus on so I just thought it would be best if I take a break from Hellfire for a little while… not a big deal, you know?”

Eddie says your name, worry laced in his voice. This isn’t you talking, he knows that this was Billy’s doing. “Are you telling me the truth?” he asks, his voice cracking a little, unable to hide how upset he is. 

“Yeah, you know- I just need the time to focus on getting my grades up a little bit.” Eddie knew you were straight As and Bs, you out of anyone in the group didn’t need to get their grades up. He nods, pursing his lips and you know he’s holding back on saying something else to you. This hurts worse than a breakup, you can imagine. “It’s just for now, you know?” You continue, and you know that Eddie knows you’re lying. 

“Yeah, whatever you think you have to do…” 

“Okay,” you say, taking a shaky breath, holding back the tears that are welling up at Eddie’s indifference. “I’ll see you around then,” you say quickly, before walking away. You walk quickly, arms crossed over your chest with your head down. Eddie watches helplessly as you storm into the girls bathroom. He bangs his head up against the locker. 

“Stupid, fucking, stupid,” he says to himself, with each syllable he hits his forehead off the metal. He runs a hand through his hair, and he feels like he can’t breathe. The hallways are too congested, he feels trapped- he can’t be in this god awful building anymore. He brings a cigarette to his lips and makes a beeline for the parking lot. Fuck this place. He can’t be here knowing you’re here- with Billy. Somewhere at any given moment while he’s walking the halls alone, you’re here falling in love with someone else. Someone who isn’t him. 

Billy wasn’t sure how he managed to end up here. In all honesty, he didn’t expect to talk to you again after Saturday night, but now he’s here- walking you to class, holding your books, observing you all day at his side. He doesn’t understand what’s happening to him- how you have this effect on him. It supposed to be a hook-up- a conquest to check off of his list. 

Suddenly, he’s scared. Scared of whatever this is, scared of the unknown feelings that are swelling in his chest and most of all, scared of it ending. The paranoia fuels him to keep you close- wrapping himself around you so no one else could get in. It’s all he knows- he doesn’t understand this, he doesn’t understand you- he just knows fear, which is why he’s holding on too tight to whatever this is with you. 

After a couple of weeks, you’d never been more miserable. Billy confused you, and you never knew which version of him you would be getting. If it was just the two of you, he’d be sweet and attentive. He’d bring you to his house after school and you’d accompany him to pick up his little sister beforehand. You’d sit on his bed together and he’d rest his head in your lap or you’d lay against his chest. He’d let you run your fingers through his blonde curls and you’d make out until you fell asleep tangled up in each other's arms. 

At school, he was possessive. Guarded and closed off, it was like a shield went up and you couldn’t get through. It was like a performance and you didn’t know the steps so you had to pretend. You felt as though you needed to tip toe, hyper vigilant about things that could set him off. He’d show you affection but it didn’t feel like it was for your sake- but more like a tool, showing off for other people. Jealousy coursing through his veins, his arm would wrap tightly around you but instead of feeling loved- you felt trapped. 

You miss your friends, Eddie most of all. You catch yourself from approaching him, and you can’t help yourself as you stare longingly from across the cafeteria to your old seat at their table which remains empty. You wonder what they’re talking about, what they are planning for the most recent campaign, if they miss you even a fraction as much as you miss them. You watch as Gareth makes Eddie laugh, and the sound reverberates across the room. It makes your chest ache. More than anything you want to be in on the joke that made him laugh like that. 

“You okay, baby?” Billy asks, a whisper against your ear. His arm snakes around your waist and he rests his chin on your shoulder. He nudges your hair out of his way with his face, before leaving a trail of kisses on your neck. As you melt into his touch, he locks eyes with Eddie from across the room. He discreetly flips him the bird from behind your back before pulling you up from your seat and leading you out of the room. 

Eddie can’t take his eyes off of you as you walk out. He didn’t even know his jaw was clenched until Gareth elbows him and he feels the muscles release their tension. He hated everything about this. He resented Billy- jealousy coursing through his veins. He resented you for throwing away your friends for some guy. He also hates himself for not speaking up and just telling you how he felt. 

He knows Billy is telling you everything you want to hear. Like a snake that slithered its way into your head, filling it up with lies. He feels hopeless- not sure that you’d listen to him if he tried to talk to you anyways. He knows in his chest that Billy is keeping you from Hellfire. He just can’t figure out what Billy’s game is. He just knows he can’t bear watching this unfold. 

Your absence is looming in every aspect of his life these past few weeks. The empty seat at their lunch table was just the most apparent, just like the empty seat at Hellfire to his right. You haven’t called him or spoken to him even except to essentially break up with Hellfire. You haven’t spoken to Gareth- blowing him off when you had promised him a ride to The Hideout for a gig. You never came to Eddie's house after school- your sweatshirt still sits over his desk chair. Evidence that you were once a constant was all that lingered- your tapes in his stereo, your favorite snacks in Wayne’s pantry, your handwriting in the margins of his copy of The Hobbit… 

After school, your routine has changed. The days where you’d smoke with Eddie in his trailer and stare at the vent in the ceiling has been replaced to afternoons where you’re twisted up in Billy’s bedsheets, making out for hours. You could tell he was losing his patience with you, that he wanted things to progress further. You’d shy away, and he’d get angry; he wouldn’t say anything- just separate himself from you and grab his pack of cigarettes and you’d sit in silence completely guilt ridden while he smoked and stewed. He’d drive you home without ever talking about it. And he’d kiss you goodbye everytime like it never happened. It was so confusing. 

You’d resolved you needed to break this cycle. If you maybe you had felt differently on this particular Saturday night, you might have thought to break up with him. You might have realized how bad for you this was. However, despite his flaws- Billy was undeniably gorgeous. It made it increasingly difficult for you to decipher the red flags when his eyes are that just fucking blue. You were just a girl- with a very hot boyfriend who seemingly wanted you badly. Your resolve was crumbling with every passing day. 

But something was holding you back- you weren’t ready to fully give yourself to Billy. You couldn’t even think about it without using euphemisms in your mind, literally feeling too embarrassed by the thoughts you were having to ever properly express them. You also wanted your first time to be something more special than just Billy’s bedroom on a random night. You wanted something special, and figured when you were ready, you’d know. You’d feel it, and with Billy- it didn’t happen like you thought it would. 

But now, your head is resting on the back of Billy’s pillows and his body towers over yours as he slips his tongue in your mouth. You can practically feel him smirking against your lips as a soft moan escapes your lips. His hands rest on either side of your head, keeping him from putting his full weight on top of you. You like gently tugging on his curls and the way it makes him growl so lowly. You loved being the one to elicit those types of sounds from him. Billy took the lead everytime, but today you wanted to try something. 

“Billy,” you mumble against his lips, reluctantly pulling away from the kiss. Billy sighs, resting his face in the crook of your neck.

“Hmm?” His tone is irritated, but he continues nipping at your neck. You can tell he thinks you’re wanting to stop. 

“I wanna try something,” you whisper, and it makes him freeze. You feel a slight apprehension now that you’ve initiated- worried that you’re going to be bad at it. Suddenly, you’re a little more self-conscious about this idea of yours than you felt a few minutes ago. 

“Oh yeah?” he asks, smiling at you and he bites his lip. “What is it, princess?” He moves a strand of hair out of your eyes and he’s gazing down at you, eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he waits for you to tell him what you want. 

“I-um, I don’t really know…,” you stumble to find your words, the way he’s looking at you making your head dizzy. “It’s gonna sound so stupid…”

“Use your words, baby,” he coaxes, kissing your jaw again, making you shiver. “‘M not gonna judge, princess.” You release a shaky breath. 

“I wanna make you feel good,” you trail off, your eyes shutting tight, wincing at how awkward you sound. Billy kisses your lips, his hands finding your skin under your t-shirt. 

“Oh yeah?” He asks, against your lips, teasingly. “Wanna make you feel good too, princess.” 

“I just- never did it before.. I’m worried I’m gonna be really bad at it…” you try to explain. Billy’s hunched over your body, your shirt pushed up so he can kiss up the length of your torso. 

“Are you asking to suck my cock, baby?” He smiles, a mischievous look in his eyes as he gazes up at you. A shy, embarrassed smile spreads across your face and you shrug. 

“Yes, I guess so,” you reply, a little coy. 

“Fuck, princess,” he groans, connecting his lips to yours once more. He slips his hands into the back pockets of your jeans, squeezing your ass. While simultaneously, he moves to kneel on the beg, pulling you up to rest on his thighs as without breaking the kiss in one fluid motion. Your legs wrap around his torso. “Can’t just say things like that…,” he continues, his voice in a low whisper. His hands slide up your back, feeling the soft skin under your shirt. 

“Can you take this off for me, baby?” he asks, and you abide. He holds you steady as you pull the shirt over your head and toss it to the floor. You lean down and reconnect your lips to his. You rest your hands on his shoulders, bunching up his shirt in your fists- wanting to peel all the layers away. 

“Fuck,” he smirks. “Someone’s needy… aren’t you, Princess?” You can’t even find it in you to care that he’s teasing you, you just want to see more of him. He helps you pull the shirt away, revealing his perfectly toned chest.  

He lays back, pulling you down with him so now you’re on top. Straddling his waist and sitting up as you  unhook your bra, you look down at him. There’s a cheeky grin on his face as he literally rests his arms behind his head, and his eyes shamelessly look you up and down and you can feel the large bulge in his jeans pressing against you. The idea that he’d been the only one to see you like this had him painfully hard. 

“Shit, baby,” he draws out, eyes still grazing over your whole body as you let your bra fall onto the bed.  His knuckles trail up the curve of your side, and he bites his lip. “Look at you,” he marvels, “so fucking pretty.” You lean down to kiss his again, your tongue slipping into his mouth.  

Still with your lips on his, you wiggle out of your jeans- now wishing you wore something cuter than just your plain cotton panties. It’s not like you had anything much sexier anyways. But you realize that doesn’t matter much when Billy moans against your lips as his fingertips graze the little wet spot that’s formed on the fabric. 

“You wet for me, Princess?” He teases, his fingers now teasing the length of your slit from over your panties. “Are you wet thinking about this cock in your mouth?” His words make you whimper and then he grinds his hips up to yours- the sensation making you practically cry at how good it felt to relieve some of the friction. He grins, biting his lip- loving the way you’re reacting to him. “Gonna have to take these off,” Billy muses, glancing down at the jeans still on his body. He leans up, kissing your cheek, your jaw, your neck, your chest… while he unbuttoned his jeans to make it easier for you to tug them down. Your eyes widen when his cock hits against his stomach as he kicks his jeans and boxers off in one motion. 

You experimentally wrap your hand around his base, shyly looking for him to give some instruction. He smirks and then rests his larger hand over yours, guiding you through how to jerk him off. The feeling has him quickly falling back against the pillows, his eyes closed shut from the pleasure it’s bringing him. Seeing him react to your touch like this only encouraged you, wanting to see him fall apart. 

You don’t really know what you’re doing, but you decide it’s best to just follow your instincts- Billy would tell you if he didn’t like something, you’re sure. When his eyes meet yours again you wink, playfully and he thinks he might die. You watch him watch you from under your eyelashes as you finally dip your head down and press soft kisses to his aching tip. 

Billy hates when things are slow. He’d always been the type to want the instant gratification- for him, sex was just about the chase to feel good, never the act itself. He’d go hard and fast, wanting whoever he was with to just do the same. Fast and rough was safe- it’s was impersonal. It kept him guarded and in control. This? This was so different than any other time a girl had blown him and he worried he’s gonna blow his load early from how scaringly intimate it feels. 

A girl has never sensually made out with his cock, it’s always been fast and messy and loud. Going slow like you’re going- taking time to explore him and learning what feels good makes his heart swell. Your hesitant kitten licks and your tongue grazing along his slit like you want to taste absolutely everything he’s going to give you makes him want to spill his seed all over your pretty face right this second. His hands tightly grip at his sheets and your name falls from his lips like a prayer. 

“You’re so fucking good at this, baby,” he praises, his hand coming up to cup your face. Cupping your cheek, he gently leads you down so your lips fully wrap around his cock and fuck, it just feels too goddamn good. His hand moves to hold back your hair but he refrains from pushing you down, not wanting to scare you away. He didn’t think he could be this delicate and it’s scaring him as much. But god, you looked so fucking pretty with your lips around his cock. 

Hollowing your cheeks, you do your best to fit his whole length in your mouth until it hits the back of your throat. Moaning contently when you’re able to relax your mouth around his length, creating a steady rhythm as you bob up and down. This feels right, and it feels good looking up at Billy and watching him look at you like this. He bites his lip, and sweat forms on his brow. His chest rises and falls unsteadily as he tries to catch his breath. “Oh fuck…,” he drawls as he feels your tongue swirl around his length. 

Switching it up, you pull away and a long strand of your saliva connects your lips to his cock. He stares at it, mouth agape and he thinks it’s maybe the sexiest thing he’s ever seen as you begin to pump his cock in your hands again. When the line breaks, it lays on your chin and he swipes it away with his thumb for you with wide eyes. 

“God, baby- shit, I’m so fucking close..” 

He pulses in your hand and his entire body shakes as he finishes, making a mess on your hand and his torso. He swears you made him see fucking stars, and his entire body falls limp- sinking back into the mattress. He can’t catch his breath and his mind is spinning at just how good that felt. It rattles him to his core- like how everything else you do seems to affect him in ways he never thought possible. 

“Was- was that okay?” You ask, resting back on your heels. He opens his eyes to you hesitantly, and experimentally  sucking his cum off your fingers and he thinks he’s going to go into shock. He throws his head back again, not even able to bear looking at the sight of you right. He couldn’t, he was already too overwhelmed. 

“Uh, yeah,” he manages to croak out unsteadily. He can’t think straight. He reaches over for some tissues and begins to clean himself up. He doesn’t miss the way the wet spot on your panties has gotten larger and fuck if he doesn’t want to do something about it. It’s all already been too much. He can’t let himself fall down into whatever this is. “That was, uh, that was- um, that was really good…” 

You don’t interpret Billy’s reaction as a good thing. You try to hide it as your face falls, worried you did something wrong as he begins to pull away again- like every time you think you’re getting closer. Suddenly, you’re hyper aware of everything- the fact that you’re practically naked, the fact that you’re sweaty and feel gross, the fact there’s still an ache between your legs that now feels almost painful as you realize your actions probably won’t be reciprocated. He’s not able to offer the reassurance that you need and you don’t have the courage to ask for it. He kisses you, pulling up his boxers and his jeans as he gets up. He heads to the bathroom, leaving you alone with your anxiety and your spiraling thoughts.

PART THREE

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2.1.25 Saturday ---Prayer for nana and Sir Paez...

6:57 am

Still,have windblow...

I thought we have no wifi already, when I check the plug, someone plug it out, meaning someone can open the kitchen door... Then, I plug it on, the wifi went back...

The plug of wifi is in the kitchen...I slept around 12 midnight last night....Someone went in pull the plug of the wifi in the kitchen... I hope Uncle DD shoulder the wifi and thank God I still have wifi today... If not me and John will everyday go out, ask help from the neighbours...

I have no work and money...I feel self-pity here...

I'm not close with my biological mother... That is the problem... My old fakers friends like Mitch,they didn't want me around... I still have windblow...

Mitch started the simple battery on me,perhaps since 2007??? She is just around somewhere but not approaching me... Campaigning for me but I didn't know anything from the start...

But I'm decent with my biological mother... Whenever I ask help from her,she will blame me like get a job for you to have money and move your ass,something like that...

I grew-up here with adoptive parent's plus my brother and nana but we had have money problems since after college... It started 2007 when I resigned from Cebu Pacific Air my life chaos started....

When 2007 came in,in a lil while like 2009 or 2010 Uncle Jun went in and started this house differently... But we are trying to revive this hosue coz the original people here are me, nana, RV and my adoptive parent's...

My brother is somewhere with his partner Jana ( the favorite of my 2 Uncle's )....In a way they are group...In fairness Jana but I want Janeh coz she is fairly nice, in a way...

I want Janeh coz in japanese meaning see yah again! Than,Jana means goodbye.... Janeh is better coz she is my sister in law now but not yet on papers but considered. I have maturity now but from the past months or years I think Jana was ordered by Uncle Jun or known by Uncle Jun somewhere but RV told me they met in Tinder and I forgot the other apps...

I just don't want the 2 Uncle's Jun and DD are putting me down on words that Janeh is better than me... It is really painful in my part... There was one time that RV and Janeh had a fight with each other that they went to baranggay and Uncle Jun said it is better if they will separate and he is blaming RV. But from the past years Janeh was double checking on me that I couldn't understand. But I was always nice to her... I have maturity that I told Uncle Jun, no they can't separate coz they already have a baby... Huh? I was shocked...

I don't know what happened after I resigned from Cebu Pacific Air... I couldn't get a consistent job anymore and I'm starting to have windblow...

More back-tracking...

7:15 am

Still,have windblow...

Done,doing the prayer for nana and sir Paez...

9:59 am

Still,have windblow...

Someone is looking for Maco, a collector guy from Mindoro ( where my X-Rocky originally coming from ). Then, I sent text to Maco and I don't know if they are in the cult as well but I said she is my half-sister in blood and she got her own house and probably out of town... Then, I suddenly having a silverish vision on my eyes... I said I will relay this message and number to my sister in blood.

I think someone is putting a spell on me... If someone will make me blind but I hope not... I hope my cousin-white or Daniel Marsh, the son of tita Stella and Alamid or older bro. of Carlo or The Araneta will get me coz there is a spell here....But I hope not and I'm scared if my vision is no longer clear...

Just get me out from my family, I first said this to Mike Shawn ....

It is just weird suddenly have silverish line on my vision or the collector guy...

Probably, a light shock....That will go away in a lil while...

10:14 am

Still,have windblow...

The silverish line on my vision is gone now... Probably, a light shock...

12:20 noon

Still,have windblow...

Hmm... Eating our lunchie....I'm still not ohkay coz after a week I need to ask help again on our foodish here,John and I...

So, my biological father is not really wealthy... I'm always asking favour...

What about our wifi and my personal needs like my serums and lotions and dog food of John...

Later,will bond with the new friends that I have from the past couple of days... They are originally bonding mates of Ely... Hero's gang... I feel boring here... I need help from friends how to have canned goods,how to have coffee? How to get money??? So, I hope the gang will bond later...

1:32 pm

Still,have windblow...

I'm having runny nose due to heat here... I'm wondering how nana will go home without an AC though I have sensitive skin as well... But nana will possibly have stroke here,it is really hot...

4:29 pm

Still,have windblow...

I'm thinking of money and job....I have depression... What am I gonna do? Dandreb was not there yesterday,someone told me that he went to work... I will ask help on money or canned goods...

5:19 pm

Still,have windblow...

I have runny nose...Weird! Already took my anti-histamine....

My accidental scratch yesterday on holding John's leash,the friction heat...

5:41 pm

Still, have windblow...

What is happening? I need to get a job ... Runny nose is not good... Still,thinking of money...

10:15 pm

Still,have windblow...

Just got back from the outside world... I feel sick inside the house, I said I have to go out...

With Pampei & Jessie..

Hero's gang....You will never be forgotten Ely....

Thanks, Kuya Bentot for the 50... For the coffee...

The one with no hair...

Anne wifey of Mighty; Tehza wifey of Hero...

10:25 pm

Still,have windblow...

Kuya Bentot, the one with no hair before goin' home he said something to me about settling up with someone...

He asked me why I'm single? If I'm seeing someone... He open up something about INC or Church Of Christ (my old religion ) but I think Arnel said something about INC and Kuya Bentot said if I'm INC... I said No! I'm a Catholic Muslim.... I said something that I haven't seen the man yet,who will return me into my old religion if there is someone...

New friends and I have to be careful on dropping words coz they are men....Kuya Bentot said will you settle up, for me it is settling up not settling down, will you end up with someone who can buy a house for you, able to support you... I just said wait it depends...

Kuya Bentot keeps on saying to me that you must find a someone right now coz you are aging, our life is short or our days are simply passing....Mainly he wanted to say you are aging alone....I know the concern of Kuya Bentot...

Hmm... I told Arnel that you know what Arnel, you should answer for me hahaha right? Funny thing I said that he should answer for me. Hahah...

I can sense that Arnel is matured! But I said it is difficult to say yes right away,that you don't even know the person....I added, you must love the person... You must really love the person...

I have a special case on Monette or Bessing,I requested something from her but we didn't have the chance to catch-up... It is heart-breaking for me that we weren't able to catch up...

I'm just really wondering if Kuya Bentot is pointing out someone for me or will introduce someone...I don't know...

On the case of Bessing or Monette, it is just sad that she wasn't able to find me a match, a beautiful arab man.... She said she will try to find someone, something like that... I trust her that she can tell a handsome man for me...

I sent this picture...

I even mentioned Saberon but he is really just our friend but we know that Saberon is pretty, he can be categorize as arab man...

[kinetic-elaboration]

August 3: Productive Saturday

I went to sleep early last night because the power went out at 8 and stayed out until some early hour in the morning, I guess, sometime no later than 2am. So many storms here. Stormed again today.

I need to start going to bed that early on Fridays regularly; it is really nice. I actually got up at a kind of decent hour, went out, walked through the farmer's market, got a coffee and then went all the way out and ran errands. It was hot as balls by the time I was getting back, which wasn't so great. But other than that a successful outing.

The whole day I'd been planning this phone conversation that finally happened around 4 and lasted for 2 hours. And it was good! It was really good. I already feel like a lot of it has slipped through my fingers but that's okay. It's al very... interesting. I do feel like a part of me wants to re-evaluate things from the far-past in light of new information but that's probably, first, beside the point/a little too self-centered, and, second, unhelpful to everyone including me. Like this feels very much like the thing I do when I search for trouble and anxiety and I know that no good comes of it.

Anyway on the upside I was able to say helpful things. There were times when I wanted to just say, I wish you had what I have because what I have is so good, and maybe these things that are good for me, in the broad sense, would be good for you.

Also in this conversation my ex was compared to the Tasmanian devil: hilarious and accurate!

After the conversation, I even dd some cleaning/organizing. Not the most important stuff, but a couple of hours' worth of stuff and now my bathroom sink and its nonexistent storage space is so much cleaner. My living room is way worse because I stopped a project halfway through because of the Fatigue, but that's okay. I still have a whole half the weekend left.

[noodlyappendages03]

My anxious attachment is rearing its ugly head. Dude texts me throughout the week only to leave me hanging. So I got up and asked him about the weekend. Now he's going tubing with a group of friends and will be back that evening. But he was looking at me and grinning from ear to ear. I think the man is shy around me. Explains a lot. Will I wait by the phone? No. I won't sit around and wait on a man because I have my own life. If I'm around, I'll pop by.

ETA: Oh, it's on. ☺️ 🔥 Called me his girl again. ❤️ Screw my inner frenemy! Saturday he's with his little girl. She's his main lady. Sunday? Turns out it's a group of 30 people and it's a club, and they're all going tubing. It's a way for him to experience Texas and make new friends. Love that for him. Out of nowhere, I get a text that asks me to wear a short skirt and sexy thong that day. Naughty schoolgirl? I say. Fuck yes, he says. Then he texts me very dirty sentiments. I cooked up a sexy outfit and some edibles. It's going to be a night that'll blow his mind...among other things.

My trust issues are a hurdle, but he's so patient with me. DD has a very sweet nature. I'm so used to toxic masculinity and abuse that I've never experienced someone with sweet, you'd say "golden retriever" energy. He had his walls up too, and kinda came across as an asshole at first. But all that has changed. Deep down, he's a romantic, but also playful. I love the playful side of him. He said he never wanted to get married again at first when it was new and we were both guarded, and now he says he doesn't want to get married for a long time. I was like, honey...slow your roll! I just want to be with you. We don't have to get married anytime soon! He was visibly relieved. But the conversation made me realize where his head is at. By the way...I also heard him tell my meddling coworker (after she caught him in a lie that he didn't call the girl she was trying to set him up with) that he has a girlfriend! 😱 (Soft launched at the office. Holy shit!) He's falling in love and he's so scared after his first marriage ended. So am I. I won't pressure him into anything, which I know is his fear from past experience. I'm open to whatever happens next. Having agendas and pushing toward commitment when not ready or because you're "supposed" to ruins relationships, IMO. Keep it organic.

He's open to new experiences like I am, and we have so much fun together. I've never had a boyfriend with that playful side (but I've always wanted one 😉). I love his snaggletooth smile and his dimples. I love his shiny, smooth bald head and the tiny patches of white hair in his goatee. I love his pouty, kissable lips. I love the way he whispers my name and touches me. Our song? Benson Boone's "Beautiful Things" (with "Slow It Down" a close second). It played on the speaker during our very first date. The time apart only made us miss each other more. ❤️❤️ I still replay our first kiss in my head, nearly 5 months later. He caught me by surprise...and it surprised him too when I gave in to my feelings. I think I'm falling in love with him, inner frenemy be damned.

[twobillionseconds]

May 24th - May 27th 2024

May 24th:

Friday woo hoo. I can't remember much. I did some work. I went to the gym for sure. For dinner I met up with a buddy of mine. He had a grad school buddy visiting. We decided to show him around San Diego. We hung out at a bar that had a virtual golf studio. Learned how to swing. After we went to another bar. Since my buddy is getting divorced he is unleashing the beast so to speak. After that bar we went downtown and hit up couple places. The night ended up meeting some random people.

May 25th:

Woke up relatively early but I went back to sleep. Had a late start to the day as expected. I did some errands around the house. Took the dog for a long walk. Made myself some lunch at home. Since it was a Saturday night they wanted to go out again. So we started out at a bar with some pool tables to get the night rolling. After we hit up more places down in other parts of the city. It was one hell of a night. It was a tamer night for me because I was the DD. For my buddies, they definitely had their fill of liquor for sure. One of my buddies threw up a couple times. Made sure they got home safe and I chilled at home.

May 26th:

Woke up late as expected. Did the usual things, like walking the dog and what not. I went for a run in the afternoon. I just needed a good cardio session. After I cleaned up and met up at another buddies' place. A few of the guys got together to hear my buddy's story from Vegas. We chilled in the hot tub for a while. After a few of us got dinner and hung out for a bit. A lot tamer night.

May 27th:

Woke up later. Not as late as the nights before. Going out on the weekends is a young man's game. Anyway did the usual things. Today is a holiday so no work. Thank god. I needed today to just recover. I just hung around the house. Took the dog to the beach and the park. Sort of a reward for putting up with my weird schedule this weekend. In the evening the damn YouTube algorithm put this fitness instructor's video and I have been binge watching that. I gotta get ready for my trip. Headed to the bay and then to Japan.

I'm just thinking right now. It's almost 11:30 and I am listening to some pensive music. Worse time to listen to this stuff because your mind leads you down into some rabbit holes. One of the videos that had the music on had this picture of what appeared to be 4 teenagers walking around dusk along a coast some where. It brought back memories of when I was in high school and college where I did that stuff with friends.

Nostalgia. Powerful emotion. In some ways those were some of the best times of my life. There was a level of innocence and naivety that in some ways I really miss. I remember in high school we would sneak out and take our parents cars and just drive around town and to the beach. The summers were the best because at night the temperature would be just right. We would park somewhere by the beach and hang out til 3 or 4 in the morning so that we can sneak back in. I still have to say that the summer after high school graduation was one of the best summers I've experienced. I wish I could go back to that. I wish I took pictures of it. I just have to dig through my mind and draw the pictures mentally.

College was pretty good too. Made friends that I still talk to today. Actually all the people that I am thinking about right now I still maintain contact. We try to get together when we can, but you know life happens.

I guess I am pretty blessed to have met the people that I consider close friends. The fact that we still talk to each other even though it's periodical. Life's short. You just gotta enjoy it to the best you can. I am of the belief that at the end of your life your success should be measured by how many people will be at your funeral. Whether it be children, grandchildren, other relatives, friends or whoever it maybe, I think the saddest part is to have nothing to show for. Then again in a 100 years everyone who attended your funeral will be long gone too and no one will even remember who you were. Well, I guess it doesn't matter how you go.

Anyway. I know I was very stupid in my younger days, but I wish I could relive it too. For the most part I actually like my life right now, but I know that this too will not last. The only thing that I wish I had were a couple kids. The wife and I have been struggling for the past 4 or 5 years with this. I know that there is a good chance that we will never experience the joys and sorrows of parenthood, but we are still fighting the best we can. The odds aren't favorable.

Because of this I feel like just saying fuck it and let me just experience all the pleasures of life. We've been doing the whole fertility thing for a long time. It's frustrating as hell. I fucked up a lot. I'm trying to be better. I'll keep on fighting. I tend to get nihilistic, but you know, in the face of completely meaningless void, I rather go out fighting for things that I want than to just lie still and have the universe happen to me. It's a stupid position because if it doesn't matter then why bother? But something in me keeps wanting to fight. You gotta fight. If you can move and do something about it, you have to fight. That's at least my philosophy.

[bigbandzombeaverscreditroll]

angel numbers seen today in the order in which i remember them

242

333

333

2022- found on penny while i wondered if i should trust coin flips to guide me to my path of highest good

5055

3033

22 - three times

saturday 05/04/24

63666 - when thinking about what to do about rm and whether or not i should talk to them

222 - walking to work at io with cc

4044- talking about 2wiy dd set last night

444 - the views on my last ig post saw when thinking about whether or not the talk p wants to have is just an opportunity to talk shit to my face

777- talking about how 2nd city is more sketch comedy and io is improv and cc is talking about speaking things into w distance and opportunities being handed to you

sunday 5/5/24

444 the likes on a screenshot of a tweet on my dash the screenshot reads “nice spotify lik. did you know the sun has shone brighter and the moon has looked more beautiful everyday since i’ve known you.” and i wondered if i would ever get to feel like that about someon who felt like that about me before i saw the 444 it had 2.2 M views

111- on the same thread as above the tweet said “hey! i went ahead and searched through all of time! there is only you.” and i thought clouded in even more doubt “will i get to love like trhis? could i be loved like this?” before i saw it had 111 likes and 22 reposts

5/6/24

60666 - seen while moving on license plate while grappling w the reality that i could be a better friend

888- seem on license plate right after the 60666 made me feel dread nervous

711 177 - licsense plate seen while taking the train to bs with t wondering about how to be the best me

7676, 4444, 3131 - license plates seen in shredder bs car

7777 - seen when thinking about how i want to become a writer and i wanna watch and read and write in the car with b and t to beach license plate

60606- seem thinking about how actors want to pretend what they do is hard because it is being technically good at acting is excruciating but also plenty of people have the ability to be good enough as long as they’re charming with confidence and personality license plate otw the the beach w b and t

5555 - singing best american girl thinking about how it doesn’t apply to me and wasn’t written for my experience but i can still enjoy it street address of an apartment

5555 - license plate b and t otw to the beach thinking about if i’m hallucinating the amount of angel numbers i’m seeing day to day or if there’s an outside reason trying to find th logical explanation for why i’ve seen so many angel numbers on the daily since i moved to chicago

888 - phone number in window of a nail salon in car w b and t to get milkshakes thinking about how i could work on my voice for hours a day then smoke if i was a pop star but i’m not a pop star but i can still work on my voice everyday cause i wanna sound like the pop star version of myself

1111- thinking about if 7 is too early to get back to the bash street address in car w b and t on way to get milkshakes

5/7/24

*below seen in carried back to the city from bs house driven by b in shredder*

1111 - street address b driving me and t back to the bash thinking about how i want to be who i am in chicago with t and b back home too

999 - street cleaning company seen in car ^ wondering if i’ll ever have a love like b and ts

0888 - last four numbers in the phone number for a pizza place seen while thinking about how i have to practice my head voice and also wondering if i’ll ever have a love like b and t have for each other

6222 - adresss for unique furniture thinking about how i need to get to know myself

1111 - seen while talking to t about seeing angel numbers and them telling me there was a 7777 bus on our way to bs from the station yesterday.

555-5 - phone number for laundromat right as i was about to tell t and b a nice story about my hs friend

777 - license plate seen talking about how to better adapt heathers the musical to be more like the movie

222 - seen on license plate thinking abt how much i enjoy tris and beccas friendship and how i’m never nervous about them hating me when we’re hanging out

444 - seen on license plate correcting myself on something i had gotten wrong

333, 111, 333 - seen in license plates thinking about how i don’t want b and t to forget about me and i want us to stay friends

999 - phone number taxi cab

333 - license plate seen talking about how i already know what i want but i don’t i’ve been trained to pretend i want something i don’t because i don’t get what i want and i’m learning to believe myself when i want something

in the car with mom and dad on the way to ks

5055,999 - two license plates seen when i was talking about sometime you work well with people you don’t like personally or you respect people you don’t respect because they’re good at what you’re good at which is an antiquated way of thinking for me like maybe i should decide who i work with based on if i respect them personally maybe i can’t respect the work without respect of the human being

[1st-dreamerely]

The Last Piece, @parkjiseonge of Dreamerely.

Jaden Emilio, he is a shooting star, destined to leave a trail of brilliance across the galaxy, illuminating hearts along the way. The definition of BABY IN GROUP. THE BABIEST AMONG ALL. Park Jisung indeed, baby inside–out. The next member of always update after Chenle this lately, well you done kid.

To Jaden, HEYY CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR NEW GIRLFRIEND PLEASE BE HAPPY DD KECIL. And please betah sama kita ya? We gonna love you like a little baby. TETEP GEMES YAAA. HAPPY SATURDAY NIGHT.

[scottishcat1988]

It's a great picture of the boys. But that person dd ruined by being a creep for over old pictures of The Boys. Not cool.

Hey, Odayssincejensenwasobjectified! You know This weekend it's SPN Con Weekend and Jensen gonna singing at Saturday's night concert. Gonna be a long weekend! Here are your Beers🍺. Because you need it.. Trust me, I gonna need a drink too after this weekend. God help us!🤦🏼‍♀️

I was thisclose to going, "Aw, nice post about the boys."

...

Then I scrolled down.

I hate you all. 😒