#and drivers throwing shit at you or yelling at you while you wait

[brainscrewz]

me thinking about how productive i could be if i had a car

me thinking about how many hours of my day i could spend doing whatever i want if i had a car

me thinking about going to multiple stores in one trip if i had a car

me thinking about being able to work any shift i want if i had a car

me thinking about getting all my errands done in an hour if i had a car

me thinking about not getting a sunburn from waiting for the bus every day if i had a car

me thinking about being able to get food from a drive thru if i had a car

me thinking about going places after 7pm if i had a car

me thinking about smoking in my car if i had a car

me thinking about how much less my body might hurt if i had a car

me thinking about taking my friends out if i had a car

i absolutely could not afford to buy even a craigslist car and i definitely cannot afford gas and maintenance and also i hate car dependent infrastructure and the ecological havoc the automotive industry is wreaking on the planet. but sigh. if i had a car....

[cntloup]

Fem!Reader

Simon saves you from some creeps

Price's version

Simon would not hesitate to beat them up right on the spot.

Usually he would shield your eyes and take you away from the scene of violence if you ever come to face one.

But the moment he sets eyes on some creep getting too close and making you uncomfortable, he sees red.

He drags him away from you and throws him on the ground, then crouches down and starts beating the shit out of him.

You sob and wail, begging him to stop, but not for the sake of the fucking loser who made the mistake of touching Simon Riley's princess, to hell with him.

But for Simon's sake. Even though you know deep down this is nothing to him. He's done far worse than this.

But you still wouldn't want him to go into all that trouble or hurt himself for you.

Amidst the sound of throwing punches mixed with your yells, when the bloody prick is nearly unconscious, Simon finally comes to his senses by the sound of your voice.

He gets up and grabs the car keys from his pocket, then hands them to you and tells you to go sit in the car and wait for him to take care of the mess.

And you take them with shaky hands, looking at him through glossy and dazed eyes, 'ok' you breathe out and turn to leave, feeling dizzy and light-headed from all that happened before your eyes.

Simon walks back and grabs the creep's bloody jaw and makes him beg for mercy, shouting and spitting in his face.

And of course the fucking creep starts begging right after his whole life flashes before his eyes.

But there is no mercy from Simon's wrath, his bloodshot eyes throwing flaming daggers at the poor bastard as he knocks him the fuck off with one final brutal punch to the face.

And he comes back to you after he thoroughly cleans up his hands, not wanting to touch you with the dirty blood still lingering on his skin.

'You ok, dove?' he asks, sitting on the driver's seat and taking your hand in his.

'I-I'm fine. Are you... ok?' you ask, always holding a deep concern for his well-being as he does for yours.

'Yeah' he responds with a light chuckle, 'I'm alright, love. No need to worry about me.'

And he holds your hand all throughout the drive back home while reassuring you and promising that he will always protect his girl.

[hqbaby]

five — crush them

mess it up — gojo x reader & sukuna x reader

⁀➴ when i told you i’m fine, you were lied to. when the love of your life falls for someone else, you decide to move on—by pretending to date your best friend, the campus fuckboy.

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word count. 1.9k content. profanity, lots of stress first thing in the morning

When you wake up, you’re vaguely aware of the foot on your face. And the elbow pressed against your thigh. And the hand on your knee. And the drool on your sheets.

You open your eyes, blinking as they adjust to the light, and look over at Sukuna, spread out on the mattress in a deep slumber. There’s an impulse to kick him, an impulse to laugh at how he hasn’t changed at all, still as much of a restless sleeper as he was in high school. But there’s another impulse—to jump out of your bed because you are so fucking late for training.

“Holy shit!” you exclaim, throwing Sukuna’s leg off of you as you practically crawl out of bed, half of your body still asleep while the other fights for its life to get up. “I’m gonna die!”

Sukuna’s awake now, eyes wide with panic as he watches you scramble to your closet and grab your shorts, shirt, socks. “What?” he says loudly, scrambling to get up too. “What’s happening?”

You pull your shirt off, completely ignoring the fact that you’re getting undressed in front of your well-known pervert of a best friend, as you search for a sports bra in your dresser. “I’m late!” you say, more to yourself than to him. “Coach is gonna have my head!”

“What?” he says again, louder this time, as he topples out of your bed, his head hitting the floor. “Fuck!”

You glance over at him. He’s rubbing his forehead as he searches for his hoodie. “Why are you panicking?” you ask, panicked.

“Because you’re panicking!” he says. He finds his hoodie and pulls it on, quickly rushing for your bedroom door. “I’ll drive you! You can change in the car!”

You’re standing in your bedroom in nothing but your bra and pajamas, hands full of clothes. If you were thinking clearly right now, you’d tell him he was being stupid. There’s no way in hell you’re going to get changed in his car. What is he even doing here in the first place? But your better judgment has escaped you and the only thought in your head is loud and blaring: You’re late.

“Move faster!” you tell him, grabbing your tennis bag in the corner and rushing past him. At least you have enough sense to not forget your phone and house keys before you’re running out of the apartment, Sukuna hot on your heels.

The two of you eschew the elevator, both knowing just how much time you’ll lose waiting for it, and run down the three flights of stairs to the parking lot.

“Where’s your car?” you yell at him over your shoulder. It occurs to you then how ridiculous you must look, half-dressed and completely deranged. You can’t bring yourself to care.

He points at the beat-up thing at the end of the parking lot. “There!” he says, tossing you the keys. “Go!”

You run ahead and start the car, jumping into the backseat as Sukuna finally catches up to you and gets in the driver’s seat. He steps on the gas as you haphazardly change into your clothes before checking to see the time. 

You’re ten minutes late as it is. You are so going to pay for this.

“Can’t you go any faster?” you ask him, smoothing out the creases in your shirt.

“Not if you don’t want to die.”

“I’m already gonna die!”

He swerves onto campus grounds, speeding as the car darts straight towards the sports complex. “If we die, do you think we’re going to hell?”

“Definitely,” you say, already on the edge of your seat as he pulls up in front of the gym. “Bye!”

You rush out of the car, running past a group of bewildered guys from the basketball team as you zoom ahead, running on pure adrenaline. When you get to the gates of the tennis court, you stop dead in your tracks.

Your bag.

You’re running back, already out of breath when you bump—well, crash into something. Or, to be more specific, someone.

There’s a moment when you feel your legs give under you and you’re ready to fall onto the ground. You hope that it’s a clean fall, one that won’t end in you dissolving into a puddle of flesh and bones. You wait for the fall, the pain, the terror.

And it never comes.

Instead, you feel two hands on your waist. A chest against yours. A voice saying your name with concern.

You look up.

Satoru.

His eyes are on you, searching for any signs of injury, any signs of distress. His grip on you is tight and familiar. His gaze is scrutinizing, but oh so comfortable.

There’s an impulse to cry to him and tell him that you’re late for training. That you’ll probably never see you again because you’re going to die very soon. That you want him to hold you forever. That you miss him. That you want him back.

You jump away, not allowing yourself to melt into his touch even if your body is screaming at you to let it. “Shit, I’m sorry,” you say as you try to find your balance. You realize that one of his hands is still on your waist. “I didn’t see—”

Another voice calls your name.

Sukuna runs towards you with your bag in hand. His footfalls slow when he sees you. When he sees Satoru.

“You forgot your bag,” he says, blinking as he processes the picture before him. You and your beloved ex who has his hand on you. “I thought you were late.”

You don’t have time for this, you decide, rushing over to grab your bag from him. “I am,” you say, already turning to run back to the court. “Thanks!”

You’re leaving before either of the two men can say a word.

“Finally gracing us with your presence?” your coach, Yuki, says as you step onto the court. To your relief, she doesn’t look too upset, even slightly amused. “Had somewhere better to be?”

“No, coach, I’m sorry,” you say as you take your place beside Mai. The rest of the girls on the team look at you with worry, confusion. “It won’t happen again.”

She crosses her arms over her chest and sighs. “You know what to do.”

You hang your head. “How many?”

“Five,” she says, hands already waving you off. “Go, go. We’re doing drills.”

You nod, dropping your bag on the benches before going off to do laps around the court.

It’s only as you’re running that the whole morning dawns on you. You woke up next to Sukuna. You got undressed in the back of his car. You literally ran into Satoru. And Sukuna found you with him.

It shouldn’t bother you as much as it does that your best friend who, yes, you are dating but only as a ruse, saw you with your ex. But it still leaves a weird feeling lingering in your chest, like a cough that’s just waiting to explode.

What should bother you more is how you were so ready to fold for Satoru. And, yet, that somehow feels right. It’s like you always knew you’d want to run back to him given the chance. It’s like you never wanted to leave in the first place.

As you hit your fourth lap, one thought strikes you: You don’t feel as tired as you usually are.

The past three weeks have been a haze of sleepless nights that have rendered you useless in the morning. You go to class, go to training, find it in yourself to eat, then lie in bed wide awake. Any moments of rest have quickly been interrupted by your recurring night terrors.

But you slept well. A solid few hours of dreamless sleep. As much as you want to deny it, you can’t help but think that it has something to do with the fact that you didn’t sleep alone. That Sukuna was right there beside you the whole time.

“What’s up with you?” Mai asks, handing you a bottle of water when you finally finish your laps. “You’re not usually this out of it.”

You take a swig of water and wipe your forehead with a towel. “Just a weird morning.”

She doesn’t buy it, because who would? So she stares at you, hard eyes waiting for an answer. While both Maki and Mai are capable of being completely terrifying, there’s just something about Mai that makes you shrink back, want to run and hide.

“The breakup’s been tough,” you tell her, immediately regretting it as soon as you say it. You can’t believe you’ve become the kind of girl who falls apart because of a guy. It’s embarrassing, but now you realize it’s probably warranted at times. Especially times like these. “It’s just a bad time.”

She raises a brow. “You can’t let it get in the way though,” she reminds you. “We have a tournament next week. I’m not losing my scholarship because you’ve decided to slack off.”

Now, that strikes a chord. That lights a fire. That starts a challenge. Like fuck are you going to let her think you’re slacking off.

“Fuck you,” you say, putting your water bottle down. You take your racket out and nod towards the court. Two of your teammates are already on the other side of the net. “Let’s crush them.”

She grins at that. “That’s my girl.”

“You can’t let her egg you on like that,” Maki says, watching as you slather yourself with Salonpas on the floor of your living room. “She’s just being a bitch. Like always.”

“I know,” you tell her. You wince as your muscles tense beneath your touch. “But she’s right. I can’t let Satoru get in the way.”

Your friend eyes you suspiciously. You can tell that she wants to say something, but she’s clearly holding her tongue.

“What?”

She feigns innocence. “What?”

“You have something to say,” you tell her. “So say it.”

Maki shrugs. “Nothing.”

“It’s not nothing.”

“It is.”

“Maki.”

She stretches out on your couch, her head lolling to the side as she lies down. Avoiding your eyes, she says, “Maybe it’s not just Satoru who’s getting in the way.”

“What do you mean?” you ask. “I haven’t broken up with anyone else.”

“Sure,” she says, looking at you now. “But you and Sukuna have been spending an awful lot of time together.”

You find yourself shaking your head automatically, as if you were just waiting for her to say that. “That’s stupid.”

Maki gives you a knowing look. “Okay,” she says and drops the subject completely. She knows you, and she knows you’re definitely going to be stubborn about this. Because there really is nothing going on with Sukuna. He’s just your friend, nothing more. “So what are we having for dinner?”

“Do you mean what are you going to buy me for dinner?”

The two of you bicker before deciding on heating leftovers from the other night. You’re not exactly sure that the leftovers in question are still edible but that hasn’t stopped you before.

While Maki raids the fridge, you unplug your phone from where it’s charging by the couch. And that’s when you see it. Or, well, them.

booger: i left my sunglasses at ur place

booger: give them back tnx

satoru <3 : i hope training was okay

satoru <3 : can we talk sometime?

notes. idk about you guys but i would run back to gojo at the first chance too 🧍‍♀️

[rafeandonlyrafe]

the game part two

read part one here!

words: 3.2k

warnings: 18+ only!, drug dealing, smut, dubcon at first, f receiving oral and handjob, p in v sex, unprotected sex, mentions of anal, cheating

taglist: @drewstarkeysbae @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv @slut4drudy @drewsbabygirll @jjmaybankswifes-blog @rafescokenostril @jjsmarijuana @jjmaybankisbae @seeingstarks @angelofcigs

it’s been six months, and you’ve mostly forgotten about your encounter with rafe cameron. you stole his drugs and his money, then hid out. you knew your brother would keep you safe until things died down, giving you ample money for your score, but not wanting to hear the details of how you got into the cameron household.

you rarely think of rafe, except when your pathetic boyfriend comes over to fuck you. he’s sweet, a nice boy, and you like him, but his cock, while average in size, is nothing like rafes, and you find yourself missing his length, craving the feeling of him stretching you out again, even if it was just that one time.

“i think i’m gonna head out on the boat today.” you hum to your brother, looking out the large modern windows of his mansion at the shining sun, making the ocean glitter as it reflects the light.

“mmm, fine. take security with you.” he says, barely looking up from whatever document he’s working on.

“oh come on, i’ll be fine by myself.” you roll your eyes. your brother became even more protective of you after what you did to rafe. he even encouraged you to stay with your boyfriend, who he originally didn’t like. you know that means only one thing, and your boyfriend is now in his pocket as well, probably tasked with your safety.

“baby sis, you stole from rafe cameron. he hasn’t forgotten that shit.” “and he won’t be looking for me out in the fucking ocean.” you roll your eyes, stomping away to put on your bikini as your brother yells, “i don’t care, security is going with you either way!”

you get yourself ready anyways, knowing you need some time away from everyone, including whoever of your brothers henchmen have the unfortunate task of taking you on the boat. you walk out to the dock alone, but one of the men is already out on the pier, standing waiting for you.

“hello.” you mumble, climbing onto the boat and getting it ready, untying it from the dock and turning on the engine, keeping it idling as you make sure you got your necessities, snacks, water bottles, and a towel in case you decide to take a dip.

“oh shit, i forgot a life vest, can you grab one of the other boat?” you ask the man, you think his name is james. or maybe henry. you can’t bother to remember.

“sure.” he climbs off the boat and the second both of his feet are on the wooden pier, you shoot into the drivers seat, gunning the speed and taking off away from the shore before he can stop you.

you don’t bother turning around as he shouts for you to come back. you feel a little guilty about whatever punishment your brother is going to give him, but it’s not like any of the dudes hanging around are good guys, after all they all work for a drug dealer.

you navigate the backwaters seamlessly, having grown up on the water. you head further towards the ocean, away from the grassy islands, letting all of your worries and troubles go as you keep the boat moving at max speed, letting the wind whip through your hair.

you curse when the boat suddenly slows down. you hadn’t even thought to check the gas before taking off, you know your brother usually keeps everything filled. you angle yourself towards a small island, letting the nose of the boat push into the sand, but its better than being stuck free floating.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” you groan, rubbing your hands over your face, checking all of the storage departments for extra gas, but of course theres none.

“just my luck.” you mumble to yourself, throwing yourself down on the seat. you can call your brother and have him, or more likely one of his goons, come and rescue you, but you still want some more alone time, so you shuck your coverup off and lay back, figuring you might get the best use of your time stuck by soaking up some rays.

you lay there for half an hour before you hear a boat engine. you’re in a pretty secluded area so it’s quite the surprise. you stand at the back of the boat and wave your arms, hoping whoever it is has some extra gas they can lend you.

the boat is blacked out, windows tinted dark so you can’t see what the driver looks like as the pull up to the sandbar jutting out of the water, also lodging the nose of their boat to hold them steady.

“hey! i ran out of gas.” you shout as the door opens.

“oh, sweetheart.” the voice has your body freezing up as rafe cameron steps into the light.

“ra-rafe.” you take a step back, legs bumping into the side of your boat. you have nowhere to go as he leaps from his boat to yours. “please don’t hurt me.” 

“hurt you?” rafe questions, shaking his head as he steps closer. “hurt you like you hurt me? you used me.” rafe sounds almost hurt before the angry mask takes over his face again.

“i was forced to! my brother made me!” you explain, even though its a lie. it was completely your idea, but theres no way for rafe to know that.

“and you still went along with it. you could have told me, when you were in my house. i could have helped you. but instead, you let me fuck you. you let me inside your pussy. just to steal from me.”

rafe is now hovering directly over you, and you know from his smirk that he’s noticed your shaking body, and the way that you are staring up at him in fear.

“is that how much of a slut you are? you enjoy being whored out by your drug dealing brother?” rafe takes your chin in his hand, not being gentle at all as he tilts your head up to keep eye contact. “you certainly enjoyed bouncing on my dick.” “fuck you.” you try to pull your chin away, but rafe moves faster, shoving you down onto the sofa, the plastic material hot from baking in the sun.

“i won’t hurt you princess, no.” rafe hums, stopping you from squirming around my pressing his weight down even more. “in fact, since you love being a slut so much, i’m gonna fuck you.”

“rafe, please, no.” you whine as his hands grip your chest, ripping away the thin material of the bikini that was barely covering your tits to begin with. rafe ignores your pleas, dropping his head to suck one of your nipples into his mouth while his fingers pinch the other one.

“oh fuck.” you moan, legs widening and allowing rafes body to slot between. you press your hips up, seeking his body as you grind against him, upset that your body is betraying you as your pussy wettens the more rafe sucks and nips at your chest.

“see, this is exactly what i mean.” rafe laughs against your skin, biting the side of your breast and leaving teeth marks. “you were just saying no and now you’re grinding against me. such a little whore.” “please, i have a boyfriend.” you whimper as rafe sucks deep purple marks into your chest and neck, not caring that he’s leaving hickeys behind for anyone to see. he wants to claim you, mark you.

“does he fuck you good?” rafe asks, tugging at the strings of your bikini bottoms, pulling them off of you to reveal your messy cunt. “is his cock as good as mine? what about his mouth?” rafe questions, dropping to his knees to the teak flooring, not needing to hold you down anymore, he knows you’re not going anywhere.

rafe buries his head in between your thighs, moaning when he gets a taste of you, what he missed so much since that one night all those months ago. his tongue laps over every inch of you except for your clit.

“can’t have you feel too good, baby.” rafe laughs, biting your thigh. “not when you stole from me.” “i’m sorry.” you whine, feeling tears pool in your eyes as you reach down and tug on rafes hair, pressing his face back into your cunt.

rafe eats you out greedily, tongue traversing over every inch of you that he can, moving between wide sweeping licks and fast rapid flicks of his tongue, still keeping away from your clit.

“oh my god!” you shout when his tongue prods against your hole, lifting your hips up off the seat, unable to keep yourself still as you place one hand on the back of his head, moving your hips and rubbing your pussy against his awaiting mouth.

“such a slut.” rafe laughs, his words vibrating through you as he finally finally moves up to your clit, sucking harshly at your bud, not caring that you’re screaming from the pleasure.

rafe closes his eyes, focus solely on your cunt as he brings two fingers to your entrance, plunging them into your hole as he attacks your clit, taking it between his teeth and tugging on the sensitive skin, making the tears now roll down your face.

“please, please let me cum!” you scream for rafe, your entire body shaking as your orgasm builds, his fingers starting to thrust in and out of you as he doesn’t let off of your clit, sucking it between his lips as your orgasm hits you.

you cry out rafes name, body going taunt as you squeeze your eyes shut, the pleasure overwhelming your senses as rafe slows his licks on your clit, moving down to lap around his fingers that are still shoved deep in your cunt.

“taste yourself.” rafe commands, moving so you can kiss him. you don’t hold back, taking rafes face in your hands as you kiss him, jutting your tongue up to lick the juices away from his mouth.

“my little slut.” rafe deepens the kiss, starting to thrust his fingers again.

“ra-rafe stop.” you try halfheartedly to push his hand away, “too sensitive.” “you think i give a shit?” rafe laughs, eyes roaming your chest, taking in the bruises dotting your tanned skin. “you stole from me, bitch.” “i’m sorry.” you cry out, knowing tears are rolling down your cheeks, but you can’t stop them, the pleasure is too overwhelming.

“show me how sorry you are by cumming on my fingers.” rafe says, increasing the speed that he’s moving. you moan despite your best judgment.

rafe is somehow able to stuff a third finger inside of your cunt, stretching you to almost painful levels. you thrash on the sofa, the harsh sun beating down on you. you almost forgot that you were on a boat in broad daylight, so wrapped up in rafe pleasuring you.

rafes lips slot around your nipple again, sucking it repeatedly as you arch your back to push your chest further into his mouth, feeling overwhelmed by the attention he’s giving you, so purely focused on your body.

“i thought about you.” you tell rafe, making him pick his head up to look you in the eye, but his fingers don’t slow. “i thought about you when he fucks me. i wished it was you.”

rafe smirks, twisting his hand so his thumb can rub at your clit while he finger fucks you. “i knew you’d miss my cock once you had it. you could have stayed and been my little slut, my personal fuck toy, but instead you had to steal my coke. do you know how much money you lost me?” “i said i was sorry.” you sob out.

“cum then.” rafe commands, and your orgasm builds rapidly, too quickly, and before you realize what’s happening, wetness is squirting from your cunt, soaking rafes hand and splashing onto the teak floorboards.

“holy fuck.” rafe groans, gripping his cock with his free hand, squeezing through his shorts to give himself some relief.

“st-stop.” you say weakly, and rafe finally listens and pulls his fingers out, pushing your legs wider to admire how pink your abused pussy now is, completely dripping in your juices.

“has he ever made you squirt?” “no, never.” you shake your head. 

“it’s a shame.” rafe tsks. “i could have made you feel so good every day.” rafe stands up, glancing around the surrounding waterways, making sure there are still no boats around before unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the muscles hidden beneath.

you are boneless on the couch, body completely relaxed and near numb from the orgasms rafe just pulled from you, but despite that you still feel your cunt pulse when rafe throws his shirt onto the ground, quickly unbuttoning his shorts as well and tugging them down along with his underwear, revealing the hard cock that you’ve missed so much.

“tell me you want this.” rafe commands, stroking his cock while keeping his eyes on you.

“i don’t.” you whimper, but your thighs clench together, watching the precum bead at the tip of rafes cock.

“you don’t want me to fuck you?” rafe asks. “but you’re such a slut, baby.” he coos mockingly. 

“please, i have a boyf-”

“don’t mention him again.” rafe cuts you off. “unless you’d like for me to ruin your other hole as well that way no matter how he fucks you you’ll be thinking of me.” you whimper at the thought of rafe abusing your ass and keep your mouth shut.

“turn over.” rafe grabs your hip, forcing you to move on the couch. you place your knees on the cushion, letting rafe bend you over the back of the couch, your head hovering over the water below.

“gonna fuck you so good you’re gonna be begging to come back home with me.” rafe says, hands slapping against your ass, making you yelp.

“such a pretty pussy, fuck.” rafe groans, throwing his head back as he pushes the tip of his cock against your entrance, not pushing in yet, wanting to prolong his teasing.

“please.” you beg, trying to push back onto his cock, but rafe grabs your hips and keeps you still.

“are you asking me to stop?” rafe questions. “or are you asking me to fuck you?”

“i don’t know.” you sob, gripping onto the plastic cushion the best that you can.

rafe hums, “that’s too bad.” and then thrusts forward, burying his cock completely in your cunt in one firm push.

“rafe!” you scream out, pussy clenching down, your walls being stretched by his length.

“no wonder i fell for your act, this is the best pussy i’ve ever felt.” rafe grunts out, snapping his forward, the skin of his thighs slapping against your bum.

“faster.” you moan, but rafe does the opposite and slows instead, keeping his thrusts deep but moving steady and deliberately, letting you feel everything as he takes in the squeeze of your cunt, the tightness of your pussy.

rafe grinds his hips against you, his cock making space for itself, pushing against your sweet spot that has you crying out, past the point of embarrassment about your noises.

“so good.” you moan, knowing that you’re drooling onto the couch.

“i know, baby.” rafe moans as well, pushing his cock in and out of your sloppy cunt, dripping with wetness and coating him.

“can tell how much you’re liking it.” rafe moves faster, hands tightening on your hips, certain to leave marks behind. “can feel you squeezing around me.”

you bury your head in the couch, relieved by the cool press against your forehead, pushing back against rafe, rocking your body backwards to the best of your abilities, your knees sweaty and sticking to the couch.

“need your cock.” you swallow the lump in your throat. “need it every day, please rafe, forgive me, i need you, i don’t care.” 

“don’t care about your boyfriend? or your brother?” rafe questions.

“no.” you whine, “just care about your cock.” 

rafe fucks you harder, somehow able to find more depth and space. “well, i guess you should have thought about that before stealing from me, slut. i’ll soak my cock in your cunt this once, but you won’t get it again.” “no, rafe, i need it!”

rafe bends over your back to whisper in your ear, “then you work for me now until you pay back what you lost me. you can steal coke from your brother to repay me and then suck my cock. once you’ve paid off your debts, i’ll start fucking you.”

“i’ll do anything.” you don’t even think about what he’s asking, you don’t care, you’d promise anything to keep getting fucked like this.

“i know, baby.” rafe hums, angling his hips so every time his cock presses in, it hits the most sensitive part inside of you.

rafe reaches one hand down, around your hip, to rub over your clit, placing two fingertips on top moving quickly, trying to get you to cum because he can’t last much longer.

“gonna cum inside of you.” rafe warns, and you whine, clit pulsing under his movements.

“fill me up.” you tell rafe, aching for his cum warming your insides. 

rafe moans out your name repeatedly, pushing his cock as deep inside of you as it can go, letting his cum fill you up. at feeling his release, your orgasm pushes through your body, seeing stars as you squeeze your eyes shut, cunt fluttering around rafes cock, milking everything out of him that you can.

rafe slumps forward, his cock slipping out of you as you both collapse onto the couch, breathing heavily.

rafe grabs your waist and flips your position so you’re laying on top of him. you rest your head against his chest, letting out a low moan in appreciation as rafe strokes his hand over your hair.

“you mean what you said?” rafe asks, his hand not halting as it glides over the strands of your hair and then down your back.

“yes.” you whisper. you’ve felt far too cooped up these last six months. it’s not like you want to be a drug dealer, so hopefully once you settle your score with rafe and pay him back for what you stole, you’ll be able to absolve yourself from everything.

“then you’re coming home with me.” rafe says, helping you sit up.

“i-i can’t rafe.” you sigh, pushing your hair out of your face. “i need to get back to my brother, i’m not even supposed to be out without security.”

“mmm, you’ll have to figure it out.” rafe shrugs. “you’re coming home with me to start sucking my cock like you promised.”

“okay.” you whisper, not having any energy to argue with rafe, looking down at your destroyed body, covered in bruises and soaked in sweat, cum dripping out of your pussy.

“hey.” rafe says, placing his fingers under your chin and forcing you to look at him. he presses a kiss against your lips, so unlike your other kisses, not devoid of passion but far sweeter, almost like he’s trying to comfort you despite what he just did to you, what he just made you agree to.

“come on.” rafe sighs, standing up. “put your bikini back on, we’re taking my boat.” “okay.” you stand, figuring it’s best now to just follow rafes instructions, not worrying about any consequences as you put your bikini back on, letting rafe help you off of your brothers boat and onto his own. 

you take a seat at the back while rafe goes to the helm, watching the abandoned boat as you drive away, wondering what the hell you just got yourself into.

[princessofmarvel]

Secret moments

summary | a collection of steve and yours moments together while hiding your relationship from your brother johnathan, before he finds out. 

pairing | steve harrington x fem!cheerleader!byers!reader 

wc | 1.6k 

warnings! | steve uses the reader to get closer to nancy (it’s only for like a second) and, very slight smut! 

genre | fluff!

requested? | yes! 

authors note! | hey everyone! i got this request right before last week, and i have just now finished it, so if you sent something in around that time i promise that i am getting to them now! i have just been super busy! and as always, i do i have really bad OCD that causes me to write in some random capitalization, and punctuation, But I think that we don't have to worry about that in this fic lol. And let me know if there are any mistakes, but please be kind

  “Bye! I’ll see you at school!” She yelled to Johnathan as she left out the door to head to school in her cheer uniform. Chrissy had just gotten her driver's license and wanted to drive her and her best friend to school that day. She got into the car and the two imminently started gossiping to each other as if she hadn’t just seen her best friend a few days before. 

  “Oh my god, you know who has started calling me?” She said to her, turning your head towards her as she was driving. 

  “Who?” She asked while barely giving her a glance, keeping her eyes on the road. 

  “Steve.Harrington.” She said while bringing the mirror down to apply some lip gloss. 

  “Shut up.” Chrissy said while pulling into the school parking lot. 

  “Yeah, it has been so random.” She said while putting the mirror back up. “He just started hanging around me last Friday when I was with Nancy and Johnathan. I thought it was just a coincidence, but then he started calling the house, and thank god I answered, Jonathan would flip.” 

  “Well, Speaking of Steve, he’s standing by the doors to get into the school. Do you think he’s waiting on you?” Chrissy said while the two of them got out of the car and started walking towards the door. 

“There is no way.” She said while walking with Chrissy to the front doors. 

  “Hey (Y/n).” Steve said when he looked up, and then he pushed himself off the wall while taking his sunglasses off. 

  Chrissy mumbled a quick “Told you so.” before throwing her friend a smirk and leaving the two of them alone. 

  “Um, Hey Steve.” She said back while giving him a smile. 

  “Will you mind if I walk you to class?” Steve asked her while running a hand through his hair. 

  “Yeah, I don’t mind!” The girl said while smiling up at Steve. 

  That was all a month ago, it had become their routine. Everyday Steve would walk her to class, until he started picking her up for school too. When he started taking her home as well, was when she started asking questions. 

  “Steve, what are you doing all this for?” She asked while playing with her hands, 

  “What are you talking about?” Steve asked while they walked to the car together. 

  “You suddenly started to hang out with me, you never showed any interest before, and now you are driving me to school, and from school, and hanging out with me all the time, I mean, what happened?” She asked when she stopped in front of Steve's car.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Steve said while laughing, causing the girl to hit him lightly on his shoulder. 

  “Steve! Tell me, what changed?” She asked again, with a smile on her face while she looked up at him. 

  “Alright, okay.” Steve said while laughing with her. “You know how you’re good friends with Nancy?” Steve watched the girl nod, knowing that what he was about to say next could ruin their friendship. “I started hanging out with you because I wanted to try to win her back.” 

  “Excuse me?!” The girl said while taking a step back, even though she just backed into his car. 

   “Just let me finish.” Steve said, while grabbing her shoulders to steady her. “I know it was a shit thing to do, that’s why I stopped, except I found myself wanting to actually be with you whenever I could, and not for just trying to win over Nancy. I genuinely started falling for you, I know that you will tell me to go to hell after this, but damn, does that feel good to-” Steve couldn’t get his last few words out before (Y/n) rolled her eyes, and grabbed Steve's face to pull him in for a kiss. The kiss was rushed, but it got Steve to shut up. 

  When they pulled away, Steve held her by her hips. “Wait, so you’re not mad at me?” 

  “Oh no, I’m pissed.” She said while leaning back against Steve's car, with a smirk on her face. “But, you can make it up to me, with a really, and I mean really nice date.” 

  Her and Steve had been seeing each other for months now, the two of them keeping things quiet to avoid her brother finding out, the end of the school year was ending, and they wanted the cheerleaders to perform at the end of year rally. She was just finishing up practice with the other cheerleaders, when she noticed her boyfriend sitting in the stands, watching the practice while pretending to do homework. 

  “Hey, what are you doing here?” The girl said, while running up to him with her bag hanging over her shoulder, practice just having ended. 

  “Well, I wanted to watch my girl practice.” Steve said while wrapping his arms around her waist. “I mean you know that I can never get enough of you in that uniform.” 

  “Steve!” She said while pushing him away from her, causing Steve to pull her back into him. “Someone will see!” 

  “Let them.” He said, while placing a hand on the side of her face, and pulling her in for a kiss. They were in a public place, so people would have been able to see, but Steve knew that the field was now empty, leaving only the two of them. 

  Later that summer, the two of them had been spending more time together than ever before. Even with Steve having a new job. 

  She walked into scoops ahoy, to see her boyfriend serving ice cream to some customers. 

  “Hey babe!” He said, while the customers made their way out and into the open mall. Steve came out from behind the counter to greet her, but she just started laughing. 

  “I’m sorry, but what on earth is that hat?” She said laughing while leaning on the counter. 

  “Yeah, ha ha, just remember, you date this.” He said while pointing at himself, causing the girl to just laugh even more. 

  They spent the majority of the summer like this, her showing up at his work, and him imminently having her vanilla ice cream ready for her. He would spend his breaks (and even some of his work time) with her, playing with his hair while she ate her ice cream. 

  “Steve, you know you have work to do?” Robin said from behind the counter, getting a groan from Steve before he got up to go back to work, leaving you alone. 

  “Steve, will you please focus on the russians.” Dustin yelled to him, while Steve was staring at (Y/n) while she was reading a book. 

  “I’m sorry, but how do you expect me to help you translate evil russians?” 

  They were successful in keeping their relationship a secret from Jonthan until one day in late July 1985. 

  “Steve, what if Jonathan walks in, shouldn’t we be doing this at your place?” (Y/n) asked while Steve was kissing her neck. 

  “He’s out with Nancy, don’t even worry about it sweetheart.” Steve said while she had her hands in his hair. “Especially if you keep on doing that.” He mumbled close to her before he leaned back in, and connected their lips. 

  The two of them were so lost in each other that they did not even hear the door open to her bedroom. “Hey (Y/n) have you seen my- OH MY GOD.” Jonathan yelled, while covering his eyes causing the (Y/n) and Steve to pull apart, and Nancy to run in. 

  “What’s Wrong- Steve?!” Nancy said shockingly. “What are you doing here?” 

  “Well, I was trying to do he-” Steve started to say, before he was cut off by his girlfriend. 

  “Steve Harrington if you finish that sentence, I swear to god I will-” (Y/n) started before Steve cut her off 

  “Okay, okay sorry!” Steve said while he was holding his hands up. “How long has this been going on?” Jonathan said while pointing his finger between the two of them. 

  “Almost a year.” She said, causing Johnathan to gasp. “A YEAR?!” 

  “We didn’t tell you because we knew that you would react this way!” She shouted at her brother. 

  “Well yeah! What if he hurts you?!” Jonathan shouted back. “You know what people say about him! No offense Steve.” 

  “None taken” Steve said back while waving a hand. “I know what they say about me too, all good things.” 

  “We have been together for almost a year, Johnathan, if that was the case, it would be over by now!” (Y/n) said while rolling her eyes at Steve's comment. 

  “He treats you right?” Jonathan asked, still being protective over his sister. 

  “Yes he does, you have nothing to worry about, Jonathan.” She said back to her brother.  

  “Alright then, but if you hurt her, Harrington.” Jonathan said while trying to sound all tough. 

  “I wouldn’t dream of it.” Steve said while he wrapped his arms around his girlfriend's waist, watching Johnathan and Nancy walk out of the room, shutting the door behind them. “So, should we continue?” 

  “We just got caught by my brother, and you want to keep going, Steve?” (Y/n) said while turning her head to look at him with an eyebrow raised. 

  “Well, yeah?” Steve said, smiling back at her. 

  “You are going to be the end of me, Steve Harrington.” She said as she turned to face him. While wrapping her arms around his neck.   “And, I’ll be there until that happens.” Steve says while smiling, and leaning down to kiss her again.

Tags! | @minty-fox-candyyki

[glassartpeasants]

How To Love .04

Trafalgar Law x F!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, vandalism, awkward ex encoutners

A/N: here, eat up

music playlist

~~~

“Finally! The rush is over.” After what felt like hours, there were no customers or online orders to be fulfilled. Finally, your heart rate could go back to normal.

Picking up some water, you chug it down. “Thirsty much?”

“Piss off, Killer, you’ve been taking orders, and I’ve been running to make them!” You pant as you try to drink more water. 

“So rude.” Killer laughs before going to restock things. “I saw you finally got a car.”

“Yeah! I finally got my driver's license after waiting for my appointment to come up. Law was super happy for me when I told him.”

“How are things with you and Law?” 

“You're never gonna believe this! So yesterday, we almost kissed, but I got cockblocked by the delivery guy!” A sudden cackle fills your ears, making you turn to see Killer holding his chest.

“Oh, so the only time you laugh is at my misery?” Killer continues to laugh as he grips the counter. “Stop laughing, damnit!”

“Six months of waiting only to be cockblocked is the best thing I’ve heard all week.”

“Hey! I was healing from a breakup, you ass! I wasn’t gonna go out and kiss the next man I saw.” You huff while throwing a paper cup at him. “You're lucky we're in public, or I swear!” Leaning against the counter, you can’t help but let your mind wander back to yesterday.

The rain beat against the windows as the movie played to drown it out. Fighting and the dialogue of the villains ring in your ears. Both you and Law were waiting impatiently for your food to arrive.

“God, I’m so hungry. How long does it take for some grub to get here?” You complain.

“Calm down, it’s 3 pm. The rush is right now.” Law says as he can’t help but chuckle. “Plus, if we had just gone to get it ourselves-”

“But that would require changing, and I’m perfectly content on not doing that right now.” Shifting around, you get slightly closer to Law. “Also, I'm warm and toasty right here.” Law smiles as he looks down at you. Feeling his gaze, you look up and softly smile as your eyes land on his lips and yours.

“Law...” You whisper before moving just a bit closer, as does Law. His breath fanned against your lips, making your heart beat faster.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

The two of you quickly part faces, burning at the ruined moment.

“I’ll go, um, get it.” Law stumbles as he gets up to get the door.

“Yeah, sounds good.” Laughing nervously, you look away. As soon as Law was out of sight and earshot, you hit the couch cushion and whisper yelled a soft “Fuck!”

Letting out a huff, you push yourself off the counter. Last night's memories flood your senses as you feel your body heating at what could’ve happened if the delivery man had been only five more minutes late.

DING DING DING

“(Y/N) can you get that? I’m in storage at the moment!”

“Sure!” Turning around and running to the counter, you shake away the memories. “Hello, how can I-”

“Ah. I…didn’t know you were working today.” Your brain fried as you see your ex standing in front of you, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah.” The awkward tension felt suffocating as you tried to find the words to say. It’s been almost six months since you’ve seen Eustass, and he still looked the same as the day it all went down.

“Do you still get the same drink?”

“I was gonna get that expresso shit you guys do. Didn’t sleep much last night.” You raise your eyebrow. 

“I thought you hated expresso?”

“I do. I’m just working a twelve at the shop, and I don’t want to be sleepy.”

“Well, why don't you get a cold brew? And I thought you guys had a coffee machine at the shop?” Eustass's face went red as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“I broke it.”

“You…broke it?” His face got even redder as he shifted his gaze.

“Killer and I were throwing tools to see if they’d stick into the wall, and one bounced off the wall and hit the coffee machine.” A silence fell between the two of you as you looked at him wide-eyed and slightly agape. After a few seconds, you managed to compose yourself.

“I have no words other than your total is 5.18.” Eustass let out a cough before pulling out a ten. Grabbing it, you cash it out and give him his change.

“I’ll go make the-”

“I got it.” Killer cuts you off and grabs the ticket before you can make it. You could feel your eye twitch, but shove your irritation down with a sigh. Turning your head, your eyes met Eustass’s, and all the questions you’ve had since rushed through your mind.

“Is there something wrong with me?” Eustass's eyes sift as he sees you grip the counter. “Did I do something wrong?”

With a gentle sigh, he responds. “No. There's nothing wrong with you, and you did nothing wrong. It’s me who has something wrong with them.” Eustass runs his fingers through his hair. “I should’ve got my shit together and grown up instead of always chasing a constant thrill. Too immature that I kept staring at other women.”

“Out of all the people in the world. Why (.....)?”

“Wrong place at the wrong time. She came over to see you cause, apparently, you two had plans that day, and she had just come over early. And you know what happens after that…” You look at him like he was speaking another language cause you know for a fact that you did not have plans with her that day. 

“We didn’t have plans that day.” Eutass looks shocked at your revelation.

“What? Why did she come over then?” You throw your arms up.

“How am I supposed to know?!” Another silence falls among the two of you before Eustass speaks.

“Whatever the reason is, it doesn’t matter. Just know that none of it was your fault. Not my cheating or anything. You were perfect in every sense of the word. And I'm a fool for taking you for granted.”

You look away and sigh before turning back to Eustass. “Despite the fact I still want to kick your ass, I’m glad you’ve taken responsibility.”

“It’s the first step to maturity, right?” A small chuckle leaves the two of you.

“I supposed. Just don’t change yourself too much.”

“Here’s the cold brew, Eustass.”

“Oi, thanks, Killer.” Killer nods before leaving you and Eustass alone again. “Wait, I thought I got an expresso?”

“I rang it as a cold brew. It has more caffeine in it and is not as bitter. And it’s cheaper.” Eustass looks down at the coffee before giving it a whiff.

“Just try the damn thing!”

“Give me a second woman, god!” He huffs before taking a sip. “Oh, that’s not so bad.” You roll your eyes before you see another customer come in.

“I guess that's my cue to get the hell outta here. It was…nice to see you and talk to you again.”

“Yeah…you too.” Turning around, he waves before closing the door to the cafe, leaving you to boil in your thoughts.

‘Yeah, you too? Why the hell did I say that? I didn’t miss him at all! Did I?’ The inner turmoil from all those months ago resurfacing. Even if some of his words gave you closure, you still couldn’t help but feel pain in your heart.

The fact that even after breaking your heart, he was still so easy to talk to. That he even got a chuckle out of you! Why? How on earth did he still manage to make you laugh? Why was there this burning in your chest when you thought of him? Months ago, you were filled with hate and hurt, and now, even if it was for a second, talking to him feels normal again.

“Hi, sweetie, how have you been?” An old, gentle voice breaks through your voice.

“Oh! Mrs. June! Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in. But I’ve been okay.” You give her a small laugh as you look at the little old lady. Your week was going great, but now having that talk with Eustass fucked it up. Filling it with doubt and more questions.

“Is it about the man you were just talking to?”

“What?! No! I’m okay! Really!”

“Dear, I was your age once too. Not to mention, I have children your age, too. I know when troubles are caused by a boy.” The caring voice she carries makes you let out a sigh.

“My ex just came to the shop after not seeing him for six months since he cheated. Talking to him felt so normal, just like it used to be. But I don’t love him anymore. I shouldn’t love him anymore. I’ve fallen in love with someone else. Everything was fine. I was happy. But now he just had to waltz back in, and there's a burning in my heart.” Admitting it did feel much better. Instead of keeping it down and suffering, having an unbiased opinion is nice.

“Oh, sweetie, you simply miss the memories. You miss what once was. It’s normal. I’m sure you loved him very much, so it’ll always hurt, no matter how much time has passed.”

“But I’ve fallen in love with someone else?”

“It happens to everyone. You're not a bad person for it.” Letting out a breath of relief, you feel a weight lifted off your shoulders.

“You really know what to say. Thank you, Mrs. June.” She places her hand on your own.

“Anytime, dear.”

~~~

The day seemed to drag as he couldn’t help but think about you and the kiss you almost shared. How, after dreaming of your lips on his, he would finally get to feel them. But of course, it was just his luck; the delivery guy ruined the moment. Law’s never wanted to strangle someone more in his life.

“Hey doc, we got a female, age 24, coming in for back pain. Room two.”

“Hmm? Oh. Okay, thanks.” Grabbing the chart, Law movies towards the room.

“Hello, I’ll be your-”

“Law! It's you!” Hearing that ear bleeding voice ring in his ears make a scowl appear on his face. Of course, it had to be her, of all people, when he was already annoyed. Gritting his teeth, Law could only picture going home to you and Bepo to calm him down. You smile and ask him about his day, and Bepo comes up to welcome him home.

“I’ve missed you so much! I’ve tried to get in contact with you, but-”

“You said you're here for back pain, correct?”

“Well, yes but-”

“Have you hit anything? Where does it hurt specifically?”

It’s evident that Law’s lack of normal conversation bothered (.....). Her nostrils flared, and her eye twitched, but she quickly shoved it down. “How’s Bepo doing? I’m sure he misses his mom.”

“He’s fine.”

“I mean, I’m sure he’d be delighted to see me.”

“He doesn’t care. He’s a cat.” While Bepo obviously was more than just a cat, (.....) didn’t deserve the thought that she was missed, even if it was something as simple as a cat.

“I’m sure you’ve missed me, isn’t that right, traffy?” Her voice, trying to be sickeningly sweet, only sounded like the screaming of a fox. Her use of her old nickname for him makes him feel sick.

“Don’t call me that. It’s Dr. or Trafalgar to you.” Law snaps at (.....). No one was allowed to call him that. Hell, she was the only one that did. The nickname grinds his gears.

Cracking her knuckles, (.....) takes a deep breath before scoffing. “...Is that mooch (Y/N) still living with you?”

Law gripped the clipboard violently. He was already struggling with remaining calm just seeing her, but now that she’s trying to insult you? The one person who seemed to get him and care about him genuinely? That would not stand.

“She’s not a mooch, and yes, she is.” Law answered with gritted teeth.

(.....) rolled her eyes before continuing. “She’s probably still working that dead-end job at the cafe. I told her that she was going into a stupid career path.” (.....) words made Law grip the clipboard even tighter. “She isn’t even good at art or writing.”

Hearing (.....)’s final words, Law’s grip on the clipboard was tight enough to put a crack in the plastic. “Take that back (.....). Right now.”

“Why? We all know it’s true.” Seeing red, Law finally snapped.

“She’s one of the most creative people I’ve ever met. Her creativity is something you could never hope to achieve. Not to mention, she took those as minor classes. If you ever dared to use your fucking ears, you’d know she went to major in being a chef.” Law’s words pierced through (..... like bullets. Each more painful than the last.

“Everything about her is nothing you could ever hope to be!”

“You're acting like you love her!”

“That’s because I do!” Law immediately slammed his mouth shut with his hand. The room became tense and silent.

“That fuck did you just say?” (.....)’s voice drops as she clutches her fists. Her pupils dilate. Once full of awkwardness, the room is now full of uneasy tension. Law’s body filled with concern as the look on (.....) was murderous.

“There’s no fucking way I’ll let that bitch take you away from me.” She sneered as she looked at Law. “I refuse to let that bitch take you!” Her scream echoed off the walls. 

“What the hell?! I’m my own fucking person.”

“You are supposed to be with me!” Suddenly, two men come into the room. The screaming from earlier had already prompted security to call.

“We got called for screaming?”

Pointing to (.....) Law quickly answers. “Her! She needs to leave!” Nodding and taking his word as fact, the security guards go to (.....).

“Ma’am, you need to leave. Please don’t make this harder than this has to be.”

“Don’t fucking touch me! I’m not leaving until I finish talking to Law!” (.....) turned her head towards Law, who stood by the door.

“Leave (.....) there's nothing to talk about.”

“No!” Pushing past the guards, (.....) tries to run up to Law, only to be stopped by security. “Get off me!” The sound of (.....)’s scream echoed throughout the hospital as she was dragged out of the hospital.

The whole encounter had Law shaken as he sat in his office and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Holy fuck…” Of the two years he’s dated (.....), never has he seen that side of her. It’s been so long since he’s broken up with (.....), yet with her reaction, it felt like it only happened yesterday. It was unnerving, to say the least.

DING

Pulling his phone from his pocket, he sees a text from you and lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. With a soft smile, he opens it.

“It sounds great.” A soft chuckle leaves Law’s lips before he replies and puts the phone back in his pocket.  Looking down at his desk, he couldn’t help but smile at the prospect of getting off work to see you once again.

-I made a drink inspired by you :)

-Is it good?

-Of course it’s good! I also made Bepo out of wiped cream

-Bepo’s not that fat

-One day, you’ll take off your rose-colored glasses. Does pasta sound good for dinner?

~~~

As the day turned into night and the street lights shown bright, it was finally time for you to go home. With all the rushes through the day and that emotional encounter with Eustass, the concept of home sounded heavenly.

Considering Killer left earlier for a doctor's appointment, you were the only one to close up. Thankfully, the rest of the day was quick and easy. There were no rude customers or rushes. It's the perfect night to be closing by yourself.

It also happened to be the first day you got the car you had saved enough money for and bought off the Facebook Marketplace. It was a beater, sure, but it was your first car. Taking the bus was fine for the first two months, but after almost getting robbed at the bus station, you decided it was time to face your fears and go get your driver's license.

You didn’t tell Law until it was all said and done because you wanted it to be a surprise. Even getting in to take your driver's test took eons. It was booked months out! So when you finally managed to take it, you made sure you passed that test. After that, you just had to save up. And now, you have a driver's license and a new car. There was a nick or two of missing paint, but you loved it.

As you close up shop, you notice something on your car's back window. Squinting your eyes, you let out a gasp at the sight of your back window shattered.

“No, no, no, no! What the hell happened?!” As you run up and get closer, your mouth drops open, and you can only look on in horror.

The closer you got, the worse it got. Instead of what you thought was just a broken window, you're met with your tires slashed, every window shattered, and horrible names carved into the side of your car. Glass shards covered the pavement around the car and in the inside of your seats. The metal of the car ruined as the words ‘bitch’ and ‘whore’ were carved into the car doors. Each headlight busted along with your mirrors.

The car you had spent so long saving up for and were so proud of is now reduced to nothing but a hunk of junk. As you stared at your car in horror, one thought ran through your mind. ‘Who could have done this?’

A feeling of unease fills your body as you look around the dark, empty parking lot. The only one there was you, and what was your car. Grabbing the store key from your key ring, you run back into the store. As soon as you lock the door behind you, you make a break from the security camera footage.

Logging into the computer, you click on today’s date and start recording. You put it on 2x speed as you scan carefully. It showed your co-worker opening the shop, and then a few others showed up before the customers. The day goes by before you show up. Now, you get even closer to the monitor, determined to figure out who would do such a thing.

Finally, at 7 p.m., you see a person dressed in all black emerge from the shadows. Trying to get a closer look at their face, you see they are wearing a mask, which makes you frown, but you continue.

You watched them pull out a knife from their pockets before slashing each of your tires. Zooming in, you watch as they use what you assume is a key to carve into your car. They go to both sides before getting up, looking around, and moving out of frame. Not even seconds later, the person comes back into the frame. Your mouth drops open as you watch them use a rock to violently smash your windows.

“What?! How did I not hear that?!” Switching to the inside security camera, you fast-forward to 7 p.m. to see what was happening. You immediately lower your head and let out a quick “God damnit” at the sight of you dancing to the music you had on blast while closing. 

Standing up straight, rage boiled in your veins as you kicked the nearby trash can “Fuck!” Looking down at the camera footage again, your heart stops when you see the hooded figure staring straight into the camera only minutes before you see what happened to your car. The shine of a knife in their pocket made you swallow the lump in your throat. 

You pull out your phone and get to Law’s number. “Come on, come on, come on!” The sound of the ringer going to voicemail causes a sweat to start. Ending the call with Law, you immediately try to call Killer. Every second you heard it ring, it felt as if you’re getting grey hairs. Yet just like Law’s, his, too, went voicemail.

You begin to panic as you try to think of anyone else to come pick you up or at least talk you through what to do. You didn’t have many friends. At least ones that you trust enough to give you a ride. Biting your lip, you start panicking before a number comes to you.

“No, I can’t call him.” You begin to pace around as you fight with yourself. Finally, after taking another look at your destroyed car in the camera footage, you dial the number.

“Please pick up the phone.” Crossing your fingers, your heart beats with every ring.

“Oi-”

“Eustass! Is this you?!”

“(Y/N)? What-”

“I know you said you're working late, but please, I need you to come to the cafe.”

“Are you okay? What’s going on?” Your breathing becomes ragged.

“It’s hard to explain, but I don’t feel safe right now and-”

“I’ll be right there. Stay inside the cafe till I get there, alright?”

“Alright.”

“I’ll see you in five.”

“Okay.” the call ends, and you look at the security footage and set it to live.

~~~

Like he said, it took only five minutes before you heard his car pull up. You watched him park up front and get out of the car, and only then did you go back outside. “Thank god you're here, Eustass.”

“Yeah, so am I. What happened? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Follow me.” You wave your hand for him to follow. As you stop in front of your car, you hear Eustass exhale before running his fingers through his hair.

“Holy shit, is this your car?” Nodding, you look at it with heartache.

“It was my car. But some hooded figure vandalized it while I was closing up shop. I couldn’t see their face or anything. What’s worse is that after they trashed it, they stared at the camera for a minute or two before leaving. They had a knife to slash my tires, and when they looked in the camera, they made sure I could see it.” Crossing your arms, you sigh as you think about it all.

“I didn’t even know you got your license. So this is a bigger shock than I originally thought.”

“I just don’t understand. Who have I done wrong to deserve this? Not to mention, I had just bought this car yesterday!”

“Maybe it was a case of the wrong car?”

“No one has a car like mine. At least that I work with.”

“How about you call the cops and have them check it?”

“That’s not a bad idea. But can you stay here until they come? I’m not sure I feel safe being alone…”

“Yeah, of course.”

~~~

Despite the cops taking forever to arrive, they managed to tow your car to the station as they took your story and the security footage. You gave them your number, and they said they’d contact you with any updates. This left you now in the passenger seat of Eustass’s car with a bag of McDonald's chicken nugget meal and a shake, taking a fry from the bag every once in a while.

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen someone look so depressed eating fries.” Eustass chuckles, trying to lighten the mood. “Do they taste bad?”

“They taste like 3,000 dollars down the drain.”

“Not very salty?”

Grabbing another fry from the bag, you pop it into your mouth. “No.” Laying your head down on the window, your eyes follow the street lights. “Thanks for taking me to get chicken nuggets and driving me home.”

“No problem. It’s been a day for you.” The tense silence was as overwhelming as the elephant in the room, suffocating.

“I got a dog.”

“Oh? I thought the place didn’t allow animals?”

“I moved a month after you left. Bigger place and allows animals.”

“What kind of dog?”

“It’s a pittie I found eating out of my trash can.”  You couldn’t help the small chuckle that left your lips.

“Probably smelled all the beef jerky wrappers and thought they were in for a snack. What’s their name?”

“Rocky.”

“Of course, you named them Rocky.” The two of you begin to argue playfully as you approach you and Law’s apartment. It felt nostalgic almost. Sitting in the car talking and arguing about whatever. But even if it felt nice to talk, the thought of Law and the way he looks at you has overtaken the spot in your heart the Eustass once owned.

As you once again enter the apartment's parking lot, a sigh left your lips. “Well, we’re here. Thanks again for staying with me and driving me home once again during all that.”

“It’s fine, I promise. I’ll see you sometime…?”

“Yeah…see you sometime.” Leaving Eustass’s car, you make your descent up the stairs.

Throwing his head back, Eustass stares up at the roof of his car. “Can’t believe I fucked it all up.” He sighs. Looking at your shared apartment with Law, Eustass rubs his eyes from the tears that threatened to spill. “Treat her better than I did, Law.”

~~~

Parking in his spot, Law gets out of his car and is finally ready to be home after such a long day. Looking around, he notices your car isn’t anywhere to be seen. Were you still out? Law scratched his head before walking upstairs.

As he unlocked the door, he heard cries and saw your shoes on the shoe rack. You were home but crying, and without the car, you were so excited about. Slowly closing the door, Law listened to your cries. It led him into the living room, where he saw you crying. A case of chicken nuggets was open, and a half-drank shake was on the coffee table. Tissues were overflowing the trash can.

“(Y/N)?” Taking a simple step, he sees the mascara running down your face. “Are you okay?”

“No! I’m not okay!” Plopping a nugget into your mouth while you sniffled. “My car got vandalized to the point I can’t drive it! I haven’t even had it for a full twenty-four hours!”

Law’s eyes widened at your words. “What? What do you mean vandalized?”

“My tires were slashed, windows busted, the side of my car carved with horrible names, and my mirrors and headlights smashed! Everything was destroyed!” Letting out a hiccup, you take a sip of your shake. “Then I fucking saw Eustass today, so that was perfect!” You huff.

“Really? Odd. I had (.....) at the ER today. That was a whole ordeal.-”

“That’s when I tried to call you and Killer. Neither of you answered, so I had to call Eustass to pick me up and bring me home!”

“I’m sorry (Y/N) if I had known…”

You sigh. “It's not your fault. It was just an awkward and horrible day.” Law looks at your form. He hasn’t seen you so distraught since the first day he took you to his place to stay.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Law looks at you. “Do you…want a hug?”

Nodding, you get up from your cocoon of blankets off the couch. “Yeah.” You wrap your arms around Law’s frame and begin to cry into his clothes. Wrapping his arms around you, Law delicately places his chin on your head. “It’s not fair.”

“Not it’s not. But I'm sure the police will find the asshole that did it.” Law tried to reassure you.

“I tried to check the camera at the cafe, but there was a hooded figure with a knife. They even looked into the camera and made sure I could see it.” You let out a shaky breath and hold him closer. “How did they know it was mine? I was the only one closing, and no one was there with me. What would have happened if they decided to break in or wait for me to leave the store?”

Rubbing your back, Law tries to comfort your worries. “You're home now. Your home, and I’m here.” He swallows the lump in his throat. “I promise. I won’t let anything ever happen to you.”

“Thank you, Law.”

~~~

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[octuscle]

hey can your app help me?

Im in my third year of uni and i’m really not sure why I took this degree. I finish in a year and have no clue what i want to do with my life. I go to uni in a very chavy area and they all seem so chilled and laid back. it makes me very envious. I’ve always worked hard in school and at uni too and now I wish I could just relax and do fuck all like them. I’m swamped in deadlines and just need to get rid of all this stress. any solutions your app can offer?

Mate, I wouldn't just throw away all the hard work I've done over the last few years now. Ever thought about taking a vacation? Just switch off for a few days. Mallorca is supposed to be lovely this time of year. The air is pleasant, the sea is still warm…

Okay, the flight from Stansted to Palma was really exhausting. When you have the scallies as close to you as in the plane, they are not relaxed. Then they are loud. Then they are obtrusive. And then they have a dubious body hygiene. You just want to get out of the plane. In such a hurry that you take the wrong bag out of the hand luggage compartment. But you only realize this when you are sitting in the cab and want to tell the cab driver the address of your hotel. The only thing in the side pocket is a Thomas Cook voucher booklet. With vouchers for bus transportation. And for a two-star hotel in the third row in Magaluf. Damn, your wallet is gone, your documents, your money. How are you supposed to go on vacation for a week with 200 pounds in your pocket? Okay, according to the voucher even 10 days. But all inclusive. Fuck, make the best of it.

The cab driver throws you out of the cab. Obviously you have no money. The first bus to your hotel has left in the meantime. But the Thomas Cook representative shows you where the next one is waiting for you. In the bag was a pack of cigarettes. Actually, you don't smoke. But it's a vacation.

At the hotel, the lady at the front desk tells you that you have a voucher for half a double room. Your roommate is already upstairs. She can't give you a second key. If you want a single room, it costs 50 euros. Fuck again! Fucking Euros! You don't have any… You thought there was no euro since Brexit. Dude, get a grip… You can't get a clear thought together. Before you go to the room, you take a sip of the free sangria. Shit, that's sweet! A Guiness would be better now. One of the scallies from the plane bumps into you from behind. Your Sangria flows over your shirt and your pants. "Don't giv two shites, mate," says the chav. "but ya're wearin' way too much for a vacation in mallorca anyway." And laughs. It doesn't help, you have to go to your room and change. You knock on the door. Once more. Once more. One more time. "Hey, what the fuck, i'm fuckin' reel na," you hear from the room. "Mate, let me in, i dinnit hav a fuckin' key!" Did you really say that now. Your mate opens the door. Condom over rock hard boner. Makes high five, turns around and fucks the chick again.

You go into the bathroom with your bag. Fuck, your mate has already done a great job. You count at least five condoms. In the toilet, on the floor, in the sink. You take off your wet and sticky clothes and look what's in your bag. Five minutes later, you're standing in front of the mirror in surf shorts, wifebeaters, long white soccer socks and Adidas flip-flops. Now put on the fake gold chain. Hehehe, perfect for the pool party!

It is 02:00 o'clock, when you are drunk again at the room. From inside you hear your roommate snoring. You yell until angry shouts come from all the other rooms except yours. Hehehe, in the room next to you lives one of the horny guys from Liverpool, whom you have blown a while ago. He lets you into his room and you climb over the balcony into yours. Try it at least. You fall. Fortunately, you are on the first floor. Nevertheless, you have to puke from shock. And then you fall asleep in the flowerbeds.

After a week, you know which waiter you can bum cigarettes from. And which guest will give you ten euros for a blow job. Best vacation ever. Fuck yeah, your underpants are all either pissed or jizzed. You don't have a single clean t-shirt left, but on the beach you bought some fake soccer jerseys for a few euros. And the EA7 sports shorts look like real ones too. Hehehe, Liam lost his shirt in some chick's room again. And Darren is drunk again! Without you they wouldn't even find their hotel….

Tonight Germany plays against England. You want to go by bus to Palma. Watch the game. And no matter how it ends: Afterwards there will be a juicy brawl with a few German fans. As I said: Best vacation ever!

Fittin' pic found at @scallyplanet 

[dangerous-disposition]

here i have found some peace of mind [WIP snippet]

So bc I'm waiting until I have more of the fic actually COMPLETED before I start posting, I'm gonna... keep sharing snippets that I rly like and am really excited for y'all to see. a lot of these scenes will likely change and get longer, and some scenes i share might get axed, who knows? ANYWAY here's some Eddie POV from my modern rockstar!Eddie/housing coordinator!Steve AU!!!

“Dude, is that Chrissy’s phone?”

Eddie jumped and looked up at Jeff with wide eyes. Jeff was standing in the doorway of the “bedroom” of the tour bus. For a moment, Eddie was struck with the idea to eat the phone to hide it which he put a stop to immediately.

“Maybe,” Eddie said elusively, rolling so he was laying more on his side rather than on his stomach.

“You know she’s literally about to have an aneurysm out there trying to find that, right?” Jeff asked with a snort before he climbed up into his bunk across the small hall between bunks.

“At this point, if she hasn’t figured out that I have her phone one hundred percent of the time she can’t find it, that's on her,” Eddie said haughtily, going back to the game of Sudoku he was struggling with before Steve called.

“Maybe you should stop losing your phones, yeah?” Jeff suggested tiredly, throwing his arm over his eyes.

Eddie pouted at the puzzle. “I didn’t lose my phone,” he grumbled, and Jeff snorted.

“Okay, fine, maybe you should stop completely destroying your phones, plural,” he said, and Eddie felt his ears heat up.

It wasn’t his fault that they made phones more and more fragile while also making them too big to fit in his pockets. It’s also not his fault that he was prone to jumping up onto surfaces he shouldn’t be climbing around on and horsing around. He had a diagnosis for that and a prescription and everything, he was honestly doing his best.

Maybe goofing off on the half-wall overlooking the Grand Canyon while wearing his tightest pair of jeans with the least effective pockets last week wasn’t the best decision, but it wasn’t his fault.

The time before that, he was just trying to get a signal while they drove through the boonies. It wasn’t his fault that the bus driver hit a pothole the second Eddie held his phone close to the open window. It truly actually wasn’t.

And before that, he actually just lost his phone. Eddie was positive he had it in his bag, and then when they got to the next venue, it wasn’t there. That happens to the best of people all the time, right?

According to his band mates, no, that didn’t happen to people all the time, but he was pretty sure they were all just conspiring to make him look like a weirdo.

“Whatever, the point is Chrissy knows I always have her phone when she can’t find it. Her freaking out is just silly,” Eddie said with a sniff, glaring down at the Sudoku puzzle he was making zero progress with.

“Edward Munson!”

Jeff peered over the edge of his bunk to smirk at Eddie’s wide-eyed stare. “Uh oh,” he teased as Chrissy stormed into the room.

“You!” she practically shrieked, pointing at him as he shoved the phone between his body and the mattress as if she hadn’t already seen it in his hands.

“What?” he asked innocently, and he screamed as she dove into his bunk to wrestle the phone out from under him.

They tussled for a while, Chrissy yelling all sorts of expletives at him that were honestly still a shock coming from her sweet face. She was also a dirty fighter.

“Ow, shit! Did you just bite me?” Eddie hissed, grabbing Chrissy’s whole face and pushing her away as he looked at the distinctly teeth-shaped indents on his arm. They were deep, just barely not breaking skin and would definitely bruise.

Then Chrissy licked his palm like an animal, and he recoiled enough that he rolled off of her phone.

“What the fuck, Cunningham, that’s disgusting,” Eddie said with a glower, wiping his hand off on his shirt as Chrissy checked for new messages. When she didn’t respond, he added suggestively, “you have no idea where my hand has been.”

“I’ve had worse than whatever you’ve got going on in my mouth,” Chrissy muttered. 

Eddie grimaced. “Now I’m thinking about Jason’s dick, thanks for that, Chris,” he groaned, and Chrissy just snorted.

“I was actually talking about that pizza we were subjected to by the venue last week, but okay, bring my ex’s dick into this,” Chrissy said before smacking Eddie’s chest.

“Ow, my nipples,” Eddie pouted, and she just smacked him again, trying not to laugh.

“Stop stealing my phone!” Chrissy bit out through her teeth, trying to intimidate but honestly channeling the energy of a chihuahua puppy.

“I didn’t steal it! I was just using it! Secretly! While you were looking for it!” Eddie said, barely containing his laugh.

“You’re an asshole, you know that? We’re getting you a new phone as soon as we have time,” Chrissy huffed, tossing her phone back onto Eddie’s bed, which he immediately snatched it back up. “Don’t hide it from me.”

“Did you fucking delete all the answers I figured out on this stupid puzzle?” Eddie gasped, looking at Chrissy with wide eyes.

“Maybe I did,” she said huffily, puffing up her chest as she crossed her arms.

“You monster,” Eddie wailed, flopping back and laying the back of his hand over his forehead dramatically.

“Well, maybe you’ll think before you destroy your next phone, huh?” Chrissy said, reaching over to quickly and viciously pinch one of Eddie’s nipples through his shirt. As Eddie yelled, she quickly dove off the bunk with a shrieking giggle and fled the room.

For a moment Eddie tried to chase her, but with all the wrestling they had managed to get his blankets tangled around his legs. Did Eddie only stop trying to chase Chrissy when he ended up in an undignified heap on the floor of the bus? Perhaps, but only Jeff and him would know that for sure.

“You good, Eddie?”

When Eddie looked up to see Jeff’s phone out and clearly recording if the way he was stifling his laughter was anything to go by, Eddie groaned and dropped his forehead to the floor with a loud thump. Of course, Jeff would be recording this whole mess, just like Gareth had recorded the exact moment he realized his phone had fallen into a literal canyon last week. Naturally, all these moments would be edited together for their next “tour diary” on their YouTube channel.

And yes, the incident with Eddie’s phone falling out the window of the moving bus was also caught on video, and the fans had lost it. So yeah, now their tour diaries included an entire section dubbed “Cringefail Eddie” and it was all good fun.

Crawling back into his bunk, Eddie picked up Chrissy’s phone and started the Sudoku puzzle over again with a bright smile on his face. Yeah, stardom was kind of lonely, but he still had his best friends along for the ride with him.

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[nagisa-666]

《Itadori! F! Reader x Tokyo Revengers》

《CROSSPOSTED TO WATTPAD!》

《WARNINGS!: copied some things from the manga, slight fluff, humorous behavior, Mikey kind of being creepy, curse words, mentions of violence, slight mention of death, crossover jjk x tr.》

"(Name)! Guess what? You'll be going to Shibuya! There's a curse in Mizu middle school, so you're gonna have to pretend to be a third-year, lol!" Gojo said enthusiastically, throwing up a peace sign as (Name) stood up quickly in shock, face pale and mouth opened to let out a surprised yell.

"Ehh?! Gojo-senei, what?!" (Name) sputtered, waving her arms around frantically while Gojo laughed wildly, throwing his head back before taking in a deep breath and grinning.

"Yup! Those oldies let me finally give you your own mission! Since it's supposed to be just a small curse, I just packed your bag for a few days and deposited ¥200,000 (€1,282.00, $1,441.85) into your bank account! I already rented an apartment for the month too! Just call me when you're done and I'll come to get you when I can!" Gojo chuckled wildly, throwing luggage at the strong girl before grabbing her and teleporting to a car with a driver, throwing her in and waving goodbye as (Name) put her hands on the winds, getting handprints everywhere as she stared at him with disbelief before cryimg out in disbelief.

"GOJO-SENSEIIIIII!" Was heard, slowly fading out with the distance of the car.

"YO! My name is Itadori (Name)! I like girls like Jennifer Lawrence! Nice ta meetcha all! Hope we all get along!" (Name) grinned, her sentence shocking her temporary classmates before some laughed.

"Alright, class, settle down. Today, we'll be learning about..." The unimportant teacher said, before beginning to talk about some history and shit.

'Coming back to a normal school... It feels so weird...'

'Pink hair?'

"Yo! You're Hanagaki, right? I need to talk to you for a few minutes, kay?" (Name) grinned, putting her hand in the blonds shoulder, ignoring how he noticeably jumped, slowly turning his head to look at her with a pale face.

"H-huh..? Oh, yeah... Okay..." He said hesitantly, nodding his head as (Name) grinned bigger.

"Great! It won't take long at all!" She said, putting her hand down before getting a blank face and looking to the side of him.

'For a curse to be this big made by one person... How depressed is this guy?' (Name) thought, putting her hands into the sweater she had on. Typically, when a curse is made by just one person, it's tiny, practically fitting into the palm of your hand, but this guy had a curse the size of a growing Saint Bernard. She had seen it a few days ago, following the blond and sometimes even hanging off his shoulders, muttering something about saving 'Hina', and while she tried to talk to him, someone was always pulling either him or her away. She had already got the other small curses in the school, having stayed behind once with the excuse of waiting to know the school better.

"So, Hanagaki. Have you or your girlfriend been feeling stressed or terrified by something? I can recommend a doctor, she'll help you out. You seem very tense." (Name) started lightly, eyes crinkling as she grinned happily, though the marks under her eyes caught the males eyes.

"H-huh?! Uh, no! Not at all! Tests have just made me jumpy, haha!" Hanagaki attempted to say, though once (Name) lost her smile, he quickly stopped.

"... Hanagaki, do you know anyone that can see 'ghosts'?" She said blandly, eyes basically looking into his soul while he shit himself.

"U-uhm... Not that I know of..." He stuttered, acting like a fucking weirdo in front of an upperclassman.

"Mhm... Well. Do you want a message, Hanagaki? Your shoulders are the worst." (Name) said, eyeing something on his shoulder closely, which made the blond look too.

'That curse... I need to get it!'

"Uh... I have a girlfriend." The blonde said blankly, making the girl tilt her head curiously.

"..? What about it? You need a message, it's like you're just dragging your head around. It's kinda sad." She said blandly, lowkey making the blond sad with an arrow through his heart, labeled 'sad'.

"... Sure. My neck hurts anyway." He said, both sitting on the stairs, though (Name) sat behind him, beginning to knead his shoulders while keeping a close eye on the curse, slowly inching closer and coating her hand in cursed energy.

Hitting a pressure point in his neck, (Name) knocked the blond out quickly and grabbed the small curse, exorcising it swiftly before she sighed, grabbing her phone out and pulling up Gojo's number to call him.

"Yo, Gojo! Got all the curses! I'm able to go back now, right?" She said, voice bland before she paled.

"Huh? Huh?! Wait, what do you mean I gotta stay for a month?!"

'Oh man... My shoulders feel so much better... Itadori-san works miracles... Wait... ITADORI-SAN-'

"Oh, you're finally awake! Thought you were gonna be asleep forever! Y'know, your phones' been buzzing for a couple minutes now. Think you should answer." She said, smiling as though she wasn't just losing her mind.

Turns out, due to recent spikes in gang activity, curses were beginning to spawn rapidly. So, until someone else (like Megumi, her best friend, or Nobara, her other best friend who would just make fun of her,) could come.

"H-huh? Oh! Thanks Itadori-san! See ya later!" Hanagaki said, getting up quickly and grabbing his phone from his pocket, bringing it up to answer the call.

.

.

.

Forgetting his schoolbag.

Dumbass.

"Hanagaki! Yo! Hanagaki?! Your schoolbag! Where are you?! Your girl said you hang out around here!.. HANAGAKI!!! COME GET YOUR SCHOOLBAG!!" (Name) shouted around, hoping that the blond would hear and pop up in a hurry. Hey, there's a sale at her favorite supermarket! She just wants to get ingredients for dinner tonight!

"Hey! Whatchu doing around these parts, girly?! Doncha know that this is Tokyo Manji territory?!" Three random ass delinquents popped up, one blond, one with brown hair, and one with black.

Toasty ass motherfuckers.

"I'm looking for a schoolmate! He left his bag behind and I wanna give it back to him!" She pouted aggressively, before the black haired delinquent paused and just told her a really smart idea.

"... Why don't you just wait for tomorrow? I mean, you'll give it back in time for classes, right?"

.

.

.

You can tell that (Name) didn't really think about it.

"Oh yeah! Sorry. Seeya!" She said, dots for eyes as she turned around and began to walk away, before the piss haired blond finally came, running down stairs with another light haired blond following him.

"Wait! Itadori-san, wait! You got my schoolbag?!" He said, panting heavily while the other blond just watched.

"Well, yea. I mean, when you woke up you kinda just left. I think you left your girlfriend behind too. That's fucked up man. Do better. Be better." She said, still having dots for eyes as she stared at the blond with heavy judgement. Well, before she looked at the other blond briefly and widened her eyes.

'How can a person have a curse that big?! What kinda fucked up childhood did he have?!'

'... I want to kill him.'

'Yeah, yeah, shut up Sukuna.'

"Hanagaki, can I get your number? To be honest, I kinda need help with homework and my classmates are douches. Or, if you have someone that could tutor me, can you give me their number?" (Name) stalled, eyes finally normal as she sweat dropped, looking away nervously as the other blond gazed at her with intense eyes. Fucking weirdo.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I can give you my girlfriends number. She's the smart one, so she'll probably be able to help. Wait. Aren't you a third-year though?" Hanagaki said, pulling out his phone before he questioned her, an eyebrow raising at the pink haired girl as he paused.

"Yeah... Well to be honest, my grandpa died a few months ago so I wasn't able to actually go to school. Cuz of that, now I don't know what I'm studying. Plus, I'm kinda dumb." She said, nervously smiling as the blonds stared heavily, one's eyes were intense and the others had pity. Dammit. One reason she didn't want to tell anyone.

"What about your parents?" The other blond finally spoke up, deciding not to be quiet anymore.

"Oh, they died a long time ago. It was just me and my pops for a couple of years." She replied blankly, lips pursed and looking away uncomfortably. The other delinquents were still there. Just. Standing there. Being fucking weirdos.

"... I like you. How about you be my girl?" Intense eyes finally spoke, smiling now as his eyes became crescents.

"..? No? Hanagaki, can you show me the number?" (Name) said blankly before she looked at Hanagaki, bringing her phone out to copy the number which he gave to her with shock.

"Alright. Welp, see ya tomorrow! Tell your girlfriend I'll text her!" She shouted as she walked off, waving her hand with a wide grin before bringing it down.

"Neh, Takemitchy... Your friend is funny."

'I should message Itadori-san when we should meet up. She's probably sitting around watching TV or reading manga again...' Hina thought, bringing out her phone and clicking on (Name)'s icon.

"Uhm... Excuse me... Do you... Know Itadori?"

"Wait! So this was you just half a year ago?! Incredible! How'd you do it?" Hina asked, stars in her eye as she stared at an old photo of (Name) and Yoko standing together, as if it was a graduation photo. (Name) was standing a few feet away from Yoko, who looked visibly different from the current her.

We love Yoko in this house.

"Oh, well, you know, I grew a bit, and because of the stress of moving and a new environment, I just... Lost weight..." Yoko said, trailing off sheepishly while she rubbed the back of her head with one hand, eyes closed as Hina smiled happily.

"Actually, that day was the only day I managed to gather the courage to ask her for a photo... I actually wanted to ask for her number and stuff too... But since I was moving to Tokyo, I didn't think it mattered in the end..." Toko blushed, clasping her hands together as she averted her eyes to look at them.

"When I saw her earlier, I thought that maybe since I changed... I could muster the courage to..." She trailed off again, though this time Hina had a shocked face.

"Oh. So it's like that?" Hina said, in a serious tone as she looked at Yoko with intense eyes.

"Mm. It's like that." Yoko repeated, eyebrows furrowing as she nodded.

The two girls sat across from each other in a cafe, faces deadly serious as they looked at each other. Before Yoko laughed, the two of them easing up as they ordered some desserts.

"To be honest, I don't know her all that well. But I can call my boyfriend, I think he knows her better than me, to be honest." Hina said sheepishly, pulling out her phone to call Takemichi while Yoko blushed.

"Okay... Um, you wouldn't know if anyone likes-" Yoko began, before getting cut off by Hina laughing.

"Sorry, sorry! Yeah, there is someone who likes her, but she doesn't like him in the slightest. In fact, I think she just thinks of him as a sibling." Hina chuckled, waiting until Takemichi answered while Yoko blushed again, looking down sheepishly in embarrassment.

"Wait, so she likes Itadori-san?" Takemichi asked, pointed at a sheepish Yoko while Hina grinned, nodding happily.

"Yep! Do you know what kind of people she likes?" Hina asked, making Takemichi think hard about what he heard about the older girl.

"Hm... I think I heard her say she likes tall girls..." Takemichi said, lost in thought while Yoko and Hina looked at each other with serious faces, high fiving each other before taking a quick drink of their beverages, acting as though they were out drinking.

"I'll tell her to come here now!" Hina said, taking her phone out quickly and messaging (Name).

"Alright!" Yoko shouted, nodding swiftly with a serious face.

Hina🍀

(Shared Location)

Come

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Itadori💪

Why

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Hina🍀

Come

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Itadori💪

Okay

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"So, why did you want me?" (Name) asked, suddenly popping up out of nowhere while Hina and Takemichi jumped, before she glanced at Yoko.

'Wait! I haven't told her about Yoko! She doesn't know that she looks different!-' Hina thought, making up a scenario where Itadori looks at Yoko, asking who she was before Yoko runs off crying.

"ITADORI! THIS IS-" Hina shouted, looking panicked before (Name) interrupted her.

"Hm? Oh, hey Yoko. Haven't seen ya in a while... What a big world..." (Name) murmured, holding a bag of toys and random fidgets, Hina and Takemichi holding up papers with a huge 10 on them, before Yoko looked at her with teary eyes.

'That's right... It wasn't ever about my weight...'

"Hey, Itadori! If you had to like someone, who would it be?"

"Hm... Ozawa."

"Huh? Why her? She's fat."

"Huh? But y'know, the way she eats and writes and stuff..."

"It's really elegant."

"I thought you like tall girls with big butts! Haha!"

"That's different! It's hard to eat fish properly! It's super impressive to do that!"

[seenoversundown]

Dueling Cameras

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1.2k

Oh Klahoma - Jack Stauber " Go on and hand me your clothes, Take a picture or two, I can see you"

“Come on Willa,” Sam yelled from across the house. 

“I’m grabbing my shoes and I’ll be ready!” I responded. 

As I come to the front of the house I find Sam squatting down to put Penelope's leash on. Those two are always inseparable. 

“Y’ready?” He says when he notices me watching them. 

“Absolutely, let's go.” I say as I give him a quick kiss.

As we ride to the fair, I look out the window while Sam sings along to what’s playing over the speakers.

“Workin’ on our night moves.

Tryin’ to make some front page drive-in news.”

I look over to him sitting in the driver's seat. “Still stuck in your head?”

“I’ve spent too many nights helping Jake close the bar,” Sam says with a laugh. 

We drive the rest of the way that’s only broken when Penelope starts to whine. When we finally park, Sam is quick to get to Penny and let her out the back door. I get out and start to close the door when I notice Sam’s camera bag sitting on the back seat. Knowing he was too focused on Miss P and will probably be upset when he notices he's left it behind, I grab it. 

Sam’s a little bit ahead of me when I finally do catch up to them. Before catching up completely, I pull out his camera and take a quick photo of them from behind. He’s always been attractive to me, but it wasn’t until a year or so ago until I finally admitted it to myself. 

Click. 

It isn’t long until the three of us step foot inside the state fair. I take the lead and start heading left, straight to the pumpkin patch. 

“You really want to carry around pumpkins for the rest of the day?” Sam asks, giving me a questioning look.

“Well, if we wait until later all of the good ones will be gone.” I said matter of factly. 

A hearty chuckle comes from Sam as he throws his arm over your shoulder. “Whatever you want, my little bird.” 

We walk like this until we reach the patch full of yellows, oranges and whites. Penelope's quick to pull us towards a cluster of decent looking pumpkins. 

“Good work, Penny-girl.” I say, leaning down to pat her between the ears. 

Click. 

Hearing that soft click, I’m a little surprised. I thought I had Sam’s camera. Turning to look at him, I see a shit eating grin spread across his face. 

“New toy.” Is all he says while holding up a small film camera. 

“I should’ve known.” I reply while playfully rolling my eyes. 

“Yes, you should’ve.” Sam presses a kiss to my cheek. “Always gotta document my girls.” 

My heart always does a little flip when he calls us that. His girls. I run ahead and whip out the other camera. 

Click. 

A bewildered look crosses Sam’s face while Penelope just watches, her tail whipping the air. 

“Fancy a game of dueling cameras?” I say in my best posh accent. 

I’m rewarded with a deep belly laugh from Sam that liquifies my insides. My favorite sound, I can’t help but think. 

“Game on.” 

I take off running father into the patch, Penelope's barks trailing behind me. Sam’s laughing out loud, and I can’t help but laugh along with him. One of my favorite things about this man is how free he lets me be. Never once has he tried to clip my wings, he’s only interested in helping me fly. 

Throwing my arms up in the air I stop where I am and spin, laughter is tumbling out of me in waves. 

Click. Click. 

Sam lets go of the leash and she’s quick to join me, her happy barks filling the air. 

Looking back at Sam, I realize he isn’t standing in the same place anymore. The pumpkin patch is steadily getting busier, and I can’t spot him as I glance around. 

Suddenly, arms are on either side of me and my feet are whisked off the ground, I can’t stop myself as I scream upon take off. 

“Got you,” Sam says in my ear. 

“Unfair!” I say as he puts me down. I cross my arms across my chest and give him a fake pout. “You came outta nowhere.” 

“Always gotta keep you on your toes.”  A quick kiss is pressed on the tip of my nose. “Now, let’s get what we came for. Those roasted seeds are calling my name.” He’s quick to grab the leash as we finally settle on an area of pumpkins to choose from. 

“How about this one?” Sam holds up a classic orange pumpkin that’s perfectly round. 

Click. 

“If that’s your choice. This one’s mine, I think.” I take my turn to hold up a yellow pumpkin that’s more oval-like. “I have a great idea for the face I wanna put on this bad boy!” 

“I think I need to reevaluate my choice,” Sam says with a laugh. “How about this one instead?” Similar to my yellow oddball, he’s found one of similar shape but in orange. 

“Oh, Samuel. That’s a fine specimen indeed.”

A bark cute through the air, we both look to find Penelope sniffing a smaller white pumpkin. 

Click. 

“It seems as though Penny-girl has chosen her pumpkin, too.” I say. 

We make quick work of purchasing our small family of pumpkins. , excited to get them back home. I have Penelope's leash in hand as we walk back through the fair. Admiring the rides and all the bright lights that are seemingly getting brighter as the sun goes down. 

“Willa,” 

With a smile, I turn my head quickly at the sound of Sam’s soft voice cutting through the noise. He’s only a few paces behind me with his camera up to his face.

Click. 

“What do I get for winning this round?”, Sam says in a cheeky little tone, a smile plastered across his face as he catches up to us. 

“Mmm.. I have an idea”, deciding to play along, I hit him with a little wink. I motion for him to lean down, planting a kiss on his lips, holding him there for an extra beat. Maybe two beats. 

“Well”, he starts, “let’s get you home then, shall we?” Grabbing my hand and taking off to the car, moving a bit quicker than before. Rose and I trailing behind him as we approach the car. Letting her into the backseat before I get in, Sam’s already starting the car. 

As soon as I slide into my seat, he throws the car in drive. His right hand immediately intertwined with mine, resting on my leg. The sight makes my heart swell, until I look over at him in the last minutes of daylight. His hair is a little disheveled from the wind and the brisk walk, but the soft smile resting on his face as he focuses on the road was really the prize for me. 

Click. 

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Kadaver Kids (Xavier Thorpe x singer!Reader)

this was inspired by Tonight You are Mine by @lovetorn cause I really liked theirs and I have been considering doing something like this anyways.

pairing: Xavier x reader

description: Ajax drags Xavier with him to see his childhood friend’s band perform.

warnings: its a song fic. song lyrics are included. yuh.

word count: 2520

Status: unedited

Part two

masterlist

“So who is it we’re seeing again?” Xavier asked as he followed Ajax out of the uber and onto the sidewalk.

“My friend Y/n. We were neighbors growing up. She’s a normie, but she’s always been really kind to me. She’s in a band and this is their first ever concert in Jericho.” said Ajax, paying the driver on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket, “Wanna smoke before we go in?”

“I’ll wait with you.” Xavier politely declined.

Concerts had never been his thing. They were too loud with too many people but Ajax had been so excited for the show, and so insistent that he didn’t want to go alone.

“what type of music do they play?” asked Xavier as he leaned against the wall of the ally beside the venue.

“Uh.” Ajax began, blowing out smoke and coughing slightly as he did, “like, rock? She calls it angry girl music.”

“sounds interesting.”

Xavier turned his gaze to the ally’s entrance to see a throng of people already lined up outside.

“we should probably head over soon if you want to be close to the stage.” he said, gesturing to the crowd.

Ajax nodded and put out his joint before shoving what was left back in his pocket.

“good point.”

A few minutes later and the pair were inside. It was a nice venue, a bit decrepit, but nice. They found places front and center in the audience and began to wait for the band to come on.

“There’s no opener, its just gonna be them.” said Ajax, “and they’re throwing a party after at Y/n’s parent’s house after that we’re invited to. It’s just gonna be a little get together.”

“I forget that you’re actually from Jericho.” Xavier laughed, “and we’ll see, depends on how late the concert goes.”

The pair fell into silence for a moment before Ajax spoke up.

“Listen,” he awkwardly began and Xavier turned to face him, “Y/n? well shes really pretty. That’s all I’m saying. Just, be careful okay?”

“What? is she a maneater like the hall and oats song? don’t worry Ajax, after Bianca I think I can handle anything. Plus, I’m not really looking for anything new right now.”

“I meant more so that if you hurt her we’ll have problems.” said Ajax, “And yeah I know I just wanted to say something you know? just in case. She’s like a sister to me. We literally grew up together bro.”

Xavier nodded.

“Right, no hurting Y/n.”

“No matter how tough she makes herself out to be.”

“Yes. No matter how tough she makes herself out to be.” repeated Xavier, annoyance coloring his tone.

“Good.” nodded Ajax, “Again, I’m sorry about this. I just couldn’t in good conscience say nothing.”

“No man, I get it.” nodded Xavier, “family is family.”

“Thanks.” Ajax smiled, “I wonder when they’re gonna come on. We’ve been here a while already.”

Just as the last word left his mouth, the entire venue went pitch black and there was the sound of muffled footsteps. In the darkness, Xavier could just make out four figures as they found their places.

The stage lights raised and a girl at the front yelled:

“We’re Kadaver Kids! Get ready for us to make your ears bleed! one, two, three, four!”

I wrote a song on your guitar and it sounds like.

The lead singer broke into a killer breif guitar solo.

You wrote a song on my guitar and it sounds like shit.

Xavier moved his eyes across the stage. The drummer was to the right, dressed in ripped black jeans, a black muscle tee, and lots of jewelry. To the left was another person playing guitar with close cropped hair and a muddied and torn vintage dress matched with thick soled combat boots. The bassist stood at the front beside the singer in a pair of black overalls and with hair teased to all hell. The singer herself was holding a guitar that she was only using to play the songs solos.

“That’s Y/n.” Ajax said, leaning over to Xavier so he could hear, “the lead singer.”

You only like me when I’m sad

You only want me when I’m feeling bad

You only like me when I’m sad

You only want me when I’m feeling bad

And now I’m feelin’ so bad!

She sang, her h/c hair whipping around her face as she put her heart into the music. She too wore a pair of thick soled black boots. Paired with a pale yellow babydoll dress and again, a lot a lot of jewelry. Her ears full of earrings, at least five necklaces, a spiky collar with matching wrist cuffs and, of course, rings. Lots of rings.

Xavier understood now why Ajax had warned him.

After the first song ended, the audience cheered and Xavier leaned over to Ajax.

“I’m surprised,” he laughed, clapping, “they’re actually good.”

Ajax nodded enthusiastically.

“I’ve been trying to tell you!”

“Hey all!” called the girl, Y/n, sounding much sweeter than when she’d been singing once the audience had calmed down, “Thank you so much for having us! I am actually from Jericho and this is the first time we have ever had the privilege of playing here.”

There was another round of cheers and Y/n looked around at her bandmates with a wide smile before turning back to the crowd.

“As I mentioned, we are Kadaver Kids! we’re gonna do like, some little stupid introductions for you guys now. On the drums we have Ace!”

The drummer played briefly and the audience cheered.

“On guitar we have the wonderful Violet, everyone give them a good ol’ round of applause.” said the bassist next gesturing to the guitarist behind him who too played a brief solo before the audience silenced them.

“Our lovely bassist here beside me is the incredibly talented Louis.” said Y/n, turning to face the man beside her who smirked and played a bit to the same response as the others.

“And our jaw dropping vocalist and lead guitar is the amazing, undeniable, fucking dumbass, Y/n.”

Y/n waved and the audience cheered much louder than before. Once they had calmed down, she opened her mouth to speak again.

“Just one last thing, I wanna give a shout out to my best friend who is in the crowd with us tonight, Ajax! Ajax, raise your hand!”

Sheepishly he did so to several cheers.

“Alright well, that was quite a warm welcome for us all.” said the bassist with a light laugh, “The next one we’re gonna play is called Awesome Party, dude!”

“We encourage singing along.” said Y/n, dipping the microphone and speaking directly into it.”

The bandmates exchanged a nod before they turned back to the audience and Y/n started singing.

Well it’s a cool, cool party thanks for telling me

to come back to your house that we grew up in back in july

did you know that you forgot to call me on my birthday 

well thats okay, cause I dont even know your birthday anymore

I dont even know your birthday anymore

Xavier couldn’t take his eyes off the girl as she half screamed and half sang. There was something so incredibly brutal about her, she was all rough edges.

And things dont change at all that much

you’re still wearing the same sneakers

I still smoke the same cigarettes

The bassist kept making weird faces to girls in the audience who were swooning on the spot, the guitarist was jumping around as they played, the drummer smiled brightly the whole time despite the visible sweat dripping down his face. They all appeared to be having the absolute best time despite the tone of the music they played.

It’s a cool, cool party but I can’t come back again

you are everything, you’re perfect

you’re my best misquito friend

it’s a cool, cool party

I don’t love you anymore!

As she screamed that last line she stood up straight, eyes wide as she looked out at the audience in apparent amazement during a short instrumental break.

I dont love you anymore!

I don’t love you anymore!

I don’t love you anymore!

She kept screaming the line, appearing more and more joyous with every repetition.

I don’t love you anymore!

“Are all their songs so sad?” asked Xavier as the audience applauded the end of the song.

Ajax shrugged.

“Shes not a very happy person, she tries her best though.”

“I will say, they have a great stage presence. They’re really playing the crowd.” Xavier said once they had finished a song called The World Ends With You that Y/n had spent all of dancing and jumping around the stage. She was absolutely eye catching, intoxicating even.

“Yeah. I’m really happy to finally get to see them live. I used to watch them practice before they blew up and I helped record some of their first album and shit.”

“Really? thats so cool.”

“Alright folks, last song of the night.” Y/n announced all too soon.

“Last song of the night!!!” roared the bassist into his microphone to many cheers and screams from girls in the audience.

Y/n rolled her eyes.

“Oh don’t mind him, he’s not nearly as cool as he seems.” she teased and he feigned offense from beside her, “we’re gonna end it on a sad, slow, fan favorite. Can anyone guess what it is?”

There were sounds of people screaming the names of so many different songs that Xavier couldn’t hear a single thing anyone was really saying.

“Yeah! Howd you know!” cried Y/n in suprise before dropping the act, “Just kidding. I have no clue what any of you said but what I do know is that we are going to play Humpty! yeah! A super sad one instead of a regular sad one!”

The music started and Y/n drew herself close to the microphone, holding it as if it were someone she loved dearly.

I’ll live in the bathtub, its cool and its clean

its smooth and its sturdy, it’s all that I need

“her voice sounds totally different on this one.” Xavier said, leaning over to Ajax.

“Yeah.” he responded with a smile, “it took her so long to figure out how to sing the way she wanted to. This is what she sounded like before the band. They only have a couple songs where she uses her real voice, I’m really happy they’re playing one even if it is so sad.”

All the eggshells are on the ground

and I try, I’m trying to pick them up but

they crack and crumble, it’s all too much

too frail for me to touch.

“Does she write the songs?” Xavier asked, his gazed fixed on the girl who was now bent over into the microphone as she sang with a powerful yearning.

“Yeah.” Ajax nodded, “always has since she was little. She says that everything she sings has to be something she writes because if it’s not, it wont be true.”

I broke what you gave me

but you kept giving more

and I’m sorry for taking

But I keep wanting more, more, more

Xavier thought hard about what his friend had said.

“Does that mean all her songs are based on like, real experiences and shit?” he asked.

“Yeah.” Ajax answered as the song ended and the crowd exploded into cheers once more.

“That’s metal.” Xavier nodded.

“Thank you guys so much for coming out! Again, we are Kadaver Kids and there will be no encore because I, am tired!”

The crowd laughed and her band mates got up. As they were readying to leave, Y/n leaned back into the mic once more.

“Oh! And as for the pretty boy in the front row,” she called, pointing at Xavier who felt his cheeks grow hot, “You can come see me backstage.”

She winked and the audience went wild.

“Guys! Guys! Guys!” she cried, feigning innocence, “It’s cause he’s Jax’s plus one! duh! god! you guys are all so dirty minded.”

She stuck her tongue out in fake disgust before waving and following her bandmates off stage.

Xavier stood there, dumbstruck for a few moments, staring at the space on stage the girl had just occupied.

“Holy shit.” he said under his breath, she said he was pretty.

“come on!” said Ajax, excitedly tugging at Xavier’s sleeve, “let’s go say hi!”

Xavier followed his friend back past the security guards and into a dingy area with several closed doors off of it. In the room was everyone except the guitarist and singer.

“hey guys!” said Ajax with a big smile and a wave, “you were amazing!”

“Thanks” said the bassist, standing up from the couch he sat on and walking over.

“We’re really happy you could make it.” called the drummer from where he still sat, “Y/n is so excited to see you.”

A door opened and out stepped the guitarist now wearing a pair of faded grey sweatpants and a white crop top that lay flat over their chest.

“Sup.” they said, nodding to Ajax who smiled back.

“So, whos your friend?” asked the drummer, pointing to Xavier who suddenly felt very self conscious in his jeans, hoodie, and flannel.

“This is Xavier.” said Ajax, stepping to the side a bit so everyone could see.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Lou.” said the bassist, holding out his hand which Xavier shook.

“I know I was introduced as Ace but that’s my stage name. I’m Nate.” waved the drummer from the couch.

“Vi.” Said the guitarist as they took a seat next to nate.

There was the sound of another door opening and everyone turned to see Y/n emerging, now clad in a pair of short black shorts and an oversized grey hoodie.

“Jax!” she yelled, flinging herself at his friend who hugged her tightly back.

“You were amazing up there Y/n.” Ajax said once they’d separated, 

“Why thank you,” Y/n smiled and mimed curtsying before turning to xavier who felt the blood rush to his cheeks once more.

She was much shorter than he had expected.

“I expect you’re Xavier then?” she asked, looking up at him as she pulled her necklaces out from beneath her hoodie.

He nodded.

“hehe we match.” she smiled.

“What?” he asked.

she gestured to his chest and he looked down to see that the hoodie he had on just happened to be the same one the girl was wearing.

fuck. that was cute.

“yeah, I guess we do.” he answered.

“I like you.” said Y/n after a moment, grabbing his hand in her own.

Ajax sent Xavier a look he understood to be a reiteration of the warning he’d given before the show.

“To the after party?” asked the drummer standing up.

“yeah!” exclaimed Y/n, jumping up slightly before turning to Xavier, “Come on!”

With that she dragged him out of the venue through the backdoor.

Fuck. I’m in trouble.

Part two

SONGS USED

Pressed 2 Death by Illuminati Hotties

Awesome Party, Dude by Sorry Mom

The World Ends With You by Newgrounds Death Rugby

Humpty by Mitski

[cumxxslutt]

Hey! Love your stuff. Legit makes my day! Anyway for a poly request? The bloodline takes care for a grumpy bratty gf after a bad shopping day? (Not nsfw but pampering and reassurance 🥰)

I literally appreciate you for your kind words and I stayed up all night for this so that’s that but , yeah mama enjoy the fic it’s not that good but send more request! . 😭🎀

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What’s wrong mama .

Fem/Black Reader

Warnings: umm nothing major , cussing

Bloodline x Reader -sami

"oh my god" I mumble walking around Footlocker after running literally running away from paparazzi in damn heels , my feet hurting feeling like I'm walking on legos , finally seeing the shoes I want

I walk towards the front and making it there I see a white girl with pretty brown hair "Hi Darling , do you guys have these in a size four" I say smiling at her she looks up "umm-" her sentence

was cut short when she looked up at me "holy shit" she said droping the pen she had in her hand I only chuckled "so" I said dragging the 'O' "oh yeah , yes we do have them in a four" she says

while looking up at me in awe "okay perfect", can you bring me a pair please" I said "of course" she said running to the back , its been about 15 min- "here you go" she says happily

"thank you" she started ringing Everything Up "okay your total is 245$" I reach in my purse and pull out a card "here you go" I said handing her jimmys card , she took it and swiped it

"okay your all set" she says handing Me my bag and handing The card back "thank you" I say putting the card back in my purse I grab The bag and begin walking out , as I'm pushing the door open

I hear a loud screech turning towards the scream I see My Fans and a couple of paparazzi "fuck" I mumble , Now don't get me wrong I love my Fans but sometimes I just wanna have a day without

All the Famous bullshit , quickly turning around and walking the other way I hear pounding footsteps , shit , I can barley run with these damn bags and long ass heels , next time I will be

putting on my converse , Before I could say anything I felt a Hand pull me by my collar turning around I see Brandi my Manger , "come on" she yelled over all the noise taking a few bags out

my hands running down a small alley seeing my Brother in the driver seat Brandi opened the door pushing me and my bags in and slamed the door then hopped in the passnger "slam my fucking door

again" my brother said "shut up and drive" Brandi said then he pulled off , 5 mins into the ride I said "how did you guys know where I was" I said genuinely curious "look" Brandi said tossing me

her phone I grab it seeing the girl from footlocker the video she made Was her recording herself first then flipping the camera on me with the caption being “omg you guys look Y/n L/n is here pull

up" putting the address at the end of the sentence "what . the . fuck" I said throwing Brandi back her phone , The Car ride to my house was silint after that , finally pulling into my driveway

seeing My Car + My Husbands hopping out and grabbing my bags "do you nee-" My brother started "NO" I yelled stomping towards my front door , setting a couple bags down to grab my key and unlocking

My door picking my bags back up and kicking the door open after seeing my brother pull off .

Jey Pov:

"Aye y/n back" I said yelling to Boys , they came running from the kitchen seeing her walk in I walked towards her "hey ma-" she pushed me back "MOVE" she said dropping her bags

what?? she ran straight up the stairs after taking off her heels "what's her problem" solo said Nobody answered him , Roman walked upstairs we all stood there for a second then started

following him "Y/n" Roman said No response "y/n" he said a little louder , "what" we muffled through the door "don't 'what' me" Roman said she stayed quiet "whatever" she said probably rolling

her eyes "open the door" jimmy spoke up "NO" she yelled through the door "y/n stop playing with me , and I wasen't asking you I was telling you" jimmy said calm but we all knew he wasen't

we all waited a couple minutes until we heard the door unlock and feet running from the door Roman pushed the door open as we walked in to see her hiding under the covers I walked ove

and sat on the bed the boys doing the same , It was quiet until we heard sniffles "whats wrong ma" I said shaking her "nothing" she mumbled "well something must be wrong you came in here

with a attitude and now your crying" solo said "its not fair" she said "whats not fair" Roman said "Because" she started throwing the covers off of her and sat up "I just wanted to get

out of the house today , and go have time to myself but no I can't even do that" she vented dramatically falling back into the pillows "well" I started but stoped "well what" she said looking up at me "well

your a celebrity of course people are gonna ask for pictures and shit" I shrugging feeling bad for my babygirl "I know but nobody knew That I was there , well yeah a few paparazzi but that's

all" Stated lifting her body up from off the pillows and moving to sit in solos lap "so your crying because a few paparazzi knew you where there , mama a few-" Roman was about to finish talking

but she cut him off "I'm sorry for cutting you off Smush [I stay calling somebody smush 😭], but it wasn’t just a few paparazzi" she said "you good mama , but what do you mean?" Roman asked confused also saying what the rest where thinking

Y/n Pov: "And thats when I got here" I say finshing off my story of what happend earlier "hold up let me get this right , so you where getting shoes , then she went to get your size came

back after like 14-15 , and as soon as you where leaving a lot of people showed up?" solo said trying to wrap his mind around everything "yes" she said hiding her face in his neck "why

would she even do something like that" I said crying My damn heart out "I don't know mama" roman mumbled I only whimperd thinking it was my fault about what happend moving my braids

out my face a getting off of solo and onto the bed feeling very guilty jimmy noticeted the look on my face , "whats wrong pretty girl" he said making the other boys look at me "nothing"

I mumble "something has to be wrong you look upset , whats on your mind" he said pulling me closer to him as I wrap my arms around his neck "do you feel like it's my fault" I say looking

down at my lap "what" Jey says "like I should of just put on a hat and some glasses or-" I stoped once I got cut off "no" Roman said "huh" I replied looking up at him "you should not ever

feel like this is your fault , shes the one who told the world where you where at , not you and you shouldent have to think any of this is your fault" he said I felt like crying again "but-"

I said and before I could finish It was jey who cut me off this time "like he said not any of this shit was your fault , now how about we give you a bath , and get you something to eat" he

said and I only nodded with a weak smile as jey gave me a sloppy kiss on the lips , roman doing same , as solo and jimmy kissed my temple .

"stopp" I giggle as jey tickled me while he and jimmy where susposed to be giving me a bath , "okay come here mamas" jimmy said grabbing my wrap and shower cap , putting on my head and making

sure it was secure they started washing me , finally after at least 16-17 mineutes of my bath , most of that time spent of me and jey throwing soap at eachother jimmy picked me up and wrapped

a towle around me , jimmy taking off my wrap and shower cap then getting my lotion and body oils and putting them on me , then getting me dressed in some silk pink shorts and one of solo shirts

then putting some oil through my scalp , and finally putting my bonnet on , jey picked me up and carried me down stairs , "Hi Babygirl" I heard roman say jumping down from jey and running and

jumping in roman arms "hi papi" I mumble in his chest "here" he says handing me my food "thank you" I say standing on my tippy toes to kiss him running over to the living room , food in hnad

"be careful" I here solo call out "mhm k" I mumble looking for something to watch ,

"ouu" I mumble as I turn on euphoria ,

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"LOOK THATS ME" I yell pointing at the screen as my character came into

the frame "yes that is you" jimmy said leaning over to give me a kiss , Thank God For My Boys .

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Faded Memories (Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader) |Part 11|

A/N: I finally finished! It’s finally here!!

Warnings: 18+!! NSFW, Rough sex ahead, unprotected sex, choking via penis, spitting in mouth, spanking, use of the word slut numerous times, daddy kink, breeding kink (I think that’s everything!)

Eddie froze not knowing if he heard you correctly. He was starting to wonder if whether or not you were actually telling him the truth. The asshole he was fighting was being held back by Marve still. Everything was silent. Eddie slowly turned to look at you. “What did you say?” He asked.

You gulped and took a deep breath. “Eddie I...I remember everything.” You stated. “The hell are you guys talking about?” The guy was trying to fight off Marve. “Shut up!” You and Eddie shouted at him at the same time. “Are you serious Y/N?” He asked you and was now getting close to you. He was searching your eyes. Searching for the truth. Were you just saying that so he’d stop fighting or were you really back? 

You gave him a nod. “I’ve had it back for a little while now.” Eddie now furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “A while? And you’re just now telling me?” He asked. “I know you’re probably upset with me-”

“Upset? No, upset is an understatement. I’m fucking pissed. I’m taking your ass home right now. We’ve got a lot of shit we need to talk about.” Eddie said as he reached forward and grabbed your wrist. “Eddie I can’t leave right now, I’m in the middle of a shift!” You yelled at him as he was pulling you out of the Hideout. “They can find someone else to work, you’re quitting.” He replied. “The fuck I am! This was not a part of our deal!”  

You tried to get away from him but he stopped and threw you over his shoulder. “Eddie! What the hell?! I’m not some rag doll you can just throw around!” You yelled at him while you were making an attempt to get him to drop you. The both of you were outside and were getting close to his van. “Eddie put me down!” You yelled again. In turn you received a smack on the ass. “Quit it! We’re going home whether you like it or not.” He shouted back.

When he finally made it to the van he opened the back door and threw you in. You landed in the back seat with a thud. Eddie ran to the his driver door and got in. He started the van and drove off. “Jesus, was it really necessary to just manhandle me like that?” You asked as you jumped into the passenger seat in the front. “I don’t wanna hear it from you.” Was all he said. 

“Oh so you’re gonna be all silent and broody now, is that it?” You asked trying to figure him out. “Uh yeah I think I reserve that right since you have been fucking lying to me this whole time!” He shouted as he turned for a moment to give you a very stern look. “Okay not the whole time. You’re being dramatic Edward.” You said. “I’m being dramatic?!” 

“Yes, you are being dramatic. Me losing my memory could not have possibly affected you that much.” You stated. He turned his head to face you briefly again. “Wow, after everything we talked about last night, and after we finally slept together you seriously still doubt how much losing you hurt me?” He asked sounding almost amazed. “Oh come on, you did not lose me.” 

“Except for the fact that I did, Y/N. When you ran away from the wedding, from Hawkins. Hell, when that stupid fucking plane crashed and I had no idea what happened to you? I thought you were gone forever. There was a brief moment in my life where I actually mourned you, Y/N.”

You remained silent. You now felt bad that he actually thought you were dead at some point. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” You said quietly. “That’s right you don’t know. You don’t know the pain that you put us all through when we were sitting in that hospital waiting to find out if you were okay. I was a wreck.” He replied sternly gripping the steering wheel tightly. “Okay I get it. I hurt you, but you hurt me too. You aren’t free from blame here.” You tried to defend yourself. 

“Bullshit. Don’t turn this back around on me. I know what I did was wrong and I have owned up to that. I have been trying to make it up to you ever since. You know that.” He shot back. “By lying to me and telling me you were my husband? What was that supposed to accomplish?” You asked trying to understand. 

“I’m sorry are you actually questioning my decisions right now? Let’s not forget that yes I might’ve lied by telling you I was your husband so I could get closer to you again but you were the one who decided to keep up the lie because, why?” 

“Because of this! I was trying to avoid this conversation for as long as possible.” You practically shouted. “I mean can you even blame me? The last time I had a conversation with you about my true feelings that didn’t really go that well.” You were now more quiet when you spoke. Somber even. Eddie glanced over at you to see you looking down and fiddling with your hands. 

He sighed as he looked back at the road. "Y/N, I'm sorry. I will never stop feeling sorry but you should've given me the chance to make it up to you." He said. "You have." He shook his head. "No, the real you. The one I fell in love with. We have all these memories together and I thought you might be gone forever." He responded. "Were...were you really in love with me? Before?” You asked.

“Wasn’t it obvious?” You shook your head. “Not to me.” He chuckled. “Back in school I never wanted to leave your side. During Hellfire nights I always saved you a seat right by me. I always drove you home from school even though you lived on the other side of Hawkins. I don’t know you never said anything about it so I figured you weren’t interested and didn’t bring it up to be polite.” He explained.

You were completely shocked to your core. Your mouth dropped wide open. “All that time you did that stuff because you were in love with me?” You asked. "I just thought you were just being really nice and being a good friend."

“Yeah I mean I guess I can see how you thought that. But I was a little hurt that you didn’t show interest so I convinced myself it was for the best that we stayed friends, so our friendship wouldn’t get ruined.” He confirmed. 

 “Then when we were at my bachelor’s party at the Hideout and you told me the truth and that you did love me, I don’t know. I was just terrified. I mean I had no idea what to do. We both loved each other but I was with Kendra. It’s stupid to say but I thought I was doing the right thing by being with her.” He continued to explain. “I felt so angry. I was angry at you, Kendra, the whole damn situation but mostly at myself.”

You crossed your arms. “Wait, why were you angry with me?” You asked. Eddie finally pulled up to the apartment building the two of you called home and he parked the van in his usual spot. He turned the van off and took the key out of the ignition and gave his full attention to you. “I don’t know I was just mostly angry that you waited so long to tell me the truth.” He shrugged.

You squinted in disbelief. "Well sure I waited specifically that long because I thought it was absolutely necessary." Eddie gave you a look. "Okay maybe it wasn't the best time to tell you but I had to." You replied. "I just hate that we missed out on what could've been years of us being together." He stated seeming really bummed out. 

He was right. You guys missed out on years of relationship bliss. Hell you guys could’ve actually been married by this point. “Well we can make up for it now.” You replied. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Why don’t we make our marriage official?” You suggested. “Really?” You nodded. "We already know everything about each other and we have enjoyed these past few weeks being together. We can just skip the step where we're supposed to date and just say fuck it."

Something in Eddie’s eyes changed. As if a light of hope has ignited behind them. He smiled widely and grabbed your face and pulled you in for a kiss and you indulged. You hands ended up in his hair. Starting from the base of his neck your hands traveled further up to caress his hair. “So I’ll take that as a yes?” You asked him as you pulled away to catch your breath. “That is a hell yes. Come here.” Eddie grabbed you and pulled you onto his lap. You giggled as he kissed all over your face. “I never knew you’d be so happy to receive a marriage proposal.” 

He left kisses along your neck. “Well it’s because the marriage proposal is from you and I really fucking love you.” You giggled again. “I really fucking love you too. Now come on, lets go inside. We are not going to make out in your van like a couple of teenagers.” You stated.

He didn’t let up from his attack on your neck. “Mmm, why not? We never got to do this together when we were teenagers. Let’s make up for it now.” He mumbled against your neck. You couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay fine. You make a pretty convincing argument.”

You grabbed his face and began to kiss him again. You felt Eddie already getting hard underneath you. Feeling his member poking your core was making you excited. Out of second nature you started to grind down on him earning a groan from his mouth. “I’m starting to think this isn’t going to be just a make out session in my van.” He said.

You smiled and shook your head as you went to bite his bottom lip. “You know I’ve always had this fantasy back when we were in high school.” You began to say.

Eddie smirked. “I already like where this is going.” You giggled. “I have always wanted to give you road head. Oh and I have definitely been dying for you to nail me in the back of the van to our song.” You began to blush as you shamelessly admitted your darkest fantasies to him. “Road head huh?” 

You laughed. “Oh of course that’s your take away from all of that.” He joined in on your laughter. “Sweetheart if you really fantasized about giving me road head back when we were teens you know that all you had to do was grab my dick and go to town. I would’ve never said no.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “I’m sure you wouldn’t have but I didn’t want you to think I was a slut.” 

“I would’ve never thought that because I know you’d only want my dick. So really if you were a slut then you were my personal one.” He reasoned with you. “You sure do know how to worm your way into a girl’s heart huh?” He laughed. “Nah, only to the one that matters.” 

“Alright enough of that sappy shit. I got a dick to grab and go to town on.” You said using his words. Eddie let out a hearty laugh as you climbed off of his lab and undid his pants. You pulled out his penis that was already dripping in precum. “Well shit you’re not wasting any time.” He muttered as he watched you in awe. You smiled and looked up at him. "Do you still have the Holy Diver album in here?" You asked.you fully intended on making your fantasies a reality tonight.

Eddie had a panicked face as he tried to remember where he put the cassette tape. "Uh check the glove compartment." You opened the glove box and searched the mess he had in there. You found the small cassette tape but also found a box of condoms and grabbed it. You waved the condoms. "Found these." He gave you a nervous smile. "Had those from when I was still with Kendra." You scrunched your nose in disgust. "You guys didn't do it in here often or anything did you?"

He shook his head. "God no. Kendra couldn't be bothered with van sex. She said it was too trashy." You furrowed your eyebrows. "And you didn't think she was too much of a bitch then?" You asked. He only laughed nervously. "I honestly was too 'in love' to think about it." He said putting air quotes around in love.

You shrugged and put the cassette tape in the radio and played it. You smiled as you heard the familiar strumming for Stand Up and Shout. You turned your attention back towards Eddie. "Now where was I?" You asked. "You were in the middle of going to town." You let out a laugh and moved closer to Eddie. You grabbed a hold of his dick and massaged the head. You took your index finger and tapped on some of his precum.

You licked your lips and lowered your head in order to get eye level with his fat cock. You parted your lips and let out your tongue. You licked the side of his penis ever so slowly. The act made Eddie let out a shaky breath. You then sunk your head down as you took his dick all the way in your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft.

"Fucking shit Y/N. That's it sweetheart." He encouraged you as you hummed in response. You wiggled your ass in the air from the excitement. You were getting wet just from hearing the noises coming from Eddie. You felt a sting on your ass which caused you to gasp and for Eddie to buck his hips up so he can go deeper down your throat. "Oh shit let me fuck your throat."

You just decided to keep going. He smacked your ass again. "Are you gonna let me fuck your throat princess?" You simply moaned in response. He took it as a yes and grabbed your head. "Stay fucking still." You did as you were told and as your reward Eddie bucked his hips up to meet you. The head of his dick kept hitting the back of your throat.

Tears were forming in your eyes from the force of his dick almost choking you out but you didn't mind it. This was exactly what you wanted. Eddie unchained. Fully animalistic and absolutely just using your body for his own pleasure.

Getting him off was turning you on more than anything. "Holy fucking hell baby." Without warning he pushed your head all the way down on his dick. He held you there as his hot release came shooting out and down your throat.

"That's right princess. Take it all. My personal little slut. Such a good fucking girl for daddy. You better fucking swallow it." You've never heard him talk like this. You loved it. You took a big gulp as you swallowed his seed. Eddie tugged on your hair lifting your head up so he could see your face.

The hair pulling didn't hurt. He wasn't trying to be rough. Just wanted to control the direction of your head. "Open your mouth angel. I wanna make sure you did what daddy told you to do." He then used his hand to pinch at your cheeks to get you to open your mouth. You opend widely and stuck your tongue out proudly. "Good girl. Swallowed all of daddy's cum." He tilted your head back and towered over you a bit. He kept your mouth open as he stared into your eyes.

God his eyes looked so damn different to you. They didn't look as sweet and soulful as they usually do. Now they were much darker and filled with a carnal kind of lust.

Next thing you knew Eddie had spit in your mouth. "Be a good girl and swallow that too." And you did. Without a second thought. A wicked looking smile graced his face.

He was so turned on by you and your unwavering submissiveness. He has never been this rough with anyone before. Especially, not even with Kendra. No one was ever willing to submit to him, but you? You did it, no questions asked and without retaliation. You really were a dream to him. His best fantasy, come to life.

"Get in the back of the van." He said to you. "As your reward for being such a good little slut for daddy, we're gonna play out your other fantasy." Eddie turned the van radio up to the max. The song Don't Talk to Strangers was nearing its end, which meant your guy's song was up next. You smiled widely as you turned around to climb your way to the back seat of the van.

Upon seeing your ass in the air Eddie gave it another smack. It was much harsher this time and it made you moan. He chuckled very darkly behind you and it sounded so sinister.

"So, my dirty girl likes to get spanked, huh?" "Only by you daddy." You responded as you lied down on your back on the seat.

Eddie now made his way to the back with you. "I might just have to spank you more often then." He replied as he towered over you once again. His body was in between your legs. "Take these fucking pants off right now or I swear I'll use my fucking swiss army knife to get them off of you." Your eyes widened as a heat ran to your cheeks and your pussy.

You quickly undid your jeans. "As hot as that sounds these are one of my favorite pairs of jeans." Eddie helped pull them off of you. Your pretty panties went along with them. Eddie threw your jeans on the van floor.

The cool air hit your now vulnerable pussy lips. You were dripping on the seat. Completely soaked. "Holy shit baby. Did sucking me off really turn you on this much?" He asked as he used his fingers to collect the natural essence of your sweet pussy. You moaned softly and gave him a nod.

"You really are my personal little slut aren't you?" He smirked down at you. "Fuck yes." You sat up a bit about to reach over to grab the box of condoms that was once in the glove compartment. "The fuck do you think you're doing?" Eddie asked you as he grabbed your wrist tightly but not enough to hurt you.

"Grabbing a condom. I'm not on the pill." You said as you looked at him feeling confused. "I don't give a fuck. I'm going to fuck you raw just like I did last night." He stated with a shocking intenseness and oddly sexy harshness.

Memories of his release hitting the insides of your pussy last night came back to you. "Shit I forgot about that. Eddie we need to get me a morning after pill." You said as you began to slowly panic. Eddie shook his head. "Nuh uh."

"What do you mean 'nuh uh'? I could get pregnant." You snapped at him. "Good. That's the plan." He said as he pulled your hips up. Your entrance was right in front of his dick. "Eds, you can't be serious." He didn't say anything. He just flashed you a wicked smile. "Don't be scared sweetheart. Daddy's gonna put a baby in you." He said as he leaned over to give you a kiss that lit your whole body ablaze.

You were experiencing a mix of emotions. You were slightly anxious at the thought of getting knocked up but the way Eddie spoke about it made you want to go through with it.

Your never ending thoughts dissipated as soon as you felt his cock plunge into you. The sensation made you let out a pornographic moan. "That's it gorgeous. Just let daddy do his job."

Straight Through the Heart was blaring through the radio. This is exactly what you wanted. To get fucked roughly by Eddie "The Freak" Munson to this song.

His hands dug into your hips as he roughly attacked your cunt with his gifted cock. "You look so good taking my dick princess. And wearing my shirt too." His right hand snaked up under the shirt and your bra to grab at your breast.

You moaned out. "Eddie it feels soooo fucking good." His right hand released your breast and made its way to your clit. His thumb was irratically rubbing it. He wanted nothing more than to feel you squeezing his cock like you did the night before.

"You better cum for me sweetheart. Be a good girl for daddy." He grunted out. His words brought you to the edge. You arched your back as you rolled your eyes back. You screamed out as you hit your orgasm.

Eddie stopped rubbing your clit so he could get a better grip on you. His thrusts began to speed up as you rode out your high. "So fucking sexy milking daddy's cock like a little slut. Make me wanna put a baby in you. Are you gonna take daddy's cum in that pussy of yours?"

You couldn't even respond. "Say it. Say you want it. Tell me that you want me to knock you up." He was practically growling out at you. "Do it daddy please! Please put a baby in me! I'm all yours."

Once he heard those words, his release bursted out of him and painted the walls of your pussy. He grunted out and collapsed over you. The both of you were all sweaty and gasping for air.

All of a sudden you both just laughed. "Holy shit that was wild." Eddie said. "I can't even believe that just happened." You smiled and looked up at him.

It seemed otherworldly that this man just fucked you like an absolute beast and now like a light switch he was gazing into your eyes lovingly. You placed a hand on his cheek tenderly and he planted a kiss on your lips.

"You know I meant what I said. I really do want you to have my babies." Eddie said to you as he got off of you and fixed his pants. You sat up and grabbed your jeans and underwear from the floor. "Yeah but you want kids now?"

He nodded and flashed you a heartwarming smile. "I would love to see a child brought into this world that was made by us. That would be a dream come true. Plus, I think you would look so fucking gorgeous carrying my babies."

You took a deep breath. "Fuck...alright, but tomorrow we need to actually talk about how we are planning to get married. Then your ass is going to find me another job since you quite literally dragged me out of the bar tonight." You stated.

Eddie shrugged. "Hey I told you earlier at Charlie's garage that I would drag your ass out if someone was flirting with you." He tried to argue. "Except for the fact that, that asshole didn't flirt with me."

"That's true but he did disrespect you and I wasn't having any of that shit." You rolled your eyes and were about to put on your panties when he took them from your hands. "Hey." "Oh I'm keeping these for myself. You dripped right through them."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "What do you want with them?" You asked. "Want to keep them with me whenever I'm away from you. Reminds me that I have a sexy wife waiting for me when I get home."

"How the fuck is that really hot and almost wholesome at the same time?" You asked while laughing as you put your jeans back on. Eddie shrugged. "Don't know. Its just a gift."

The two of you got out of the van and went to your shared apartment. "I can't believe I finally have you back, I'm so fucking ecstatic." Eddie stated as the two made your way inside. You beamed at his enthusiasm.

It made you feel good that he was happy to have the real you back. "You know since I'm off tomorrow night we should go out to celebrate." He said. "Well we can't go to the Hideout. I refuse to show my face there now since someone hauled me out like a sack of potatoes midshift."

He playfully rolled his eyes at you. "Hey we should definitely tell our friends they will be so excited to know." You gave him a nervous smile. "Yeah, they'll be so happy and so surprised." He frowned. "They already know, don't they?" You nodded. "Don't worry, Robin and Steve just found out today. Nance on the other hand has known for about a week." You explained.

"When were you planning on telling me anyways?" He asked as he grabbed himself a beer from the fridge. You took a deep breath. "Well I wasn't ever really sure, I did come close to telling you today but I got interrupted when you got called back to work. You answered. "I never planned to keep it from you for very long. I was originally terrified but I don't know, I guess I lost the fear I had along the way. That and you definitely weren't listening to me earlier when you were fighting that guy at the bar. Figured that would get you attention." You explained.

He nodded as he sipped his beer. "Well it definitely did." A smile made it way on your face. "I think I'm going to run myself a bath. You're more than welcome to join me if you want." You offered as you made your way to the bathroom. "Oh, you don't have to tell me twice." He said as he frantically out down his beer and ran after you which made you let out a laugh.

You plugged the tub and began to run the water. You made sure the water wasn’t too hot or too cold. Eddie stood behind you and was eagerly pulling off your shirt. “Someone’s a little impatient, isn’t he?” You giggled. “Only a little.” He stated as he began to kiss your neck and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Okay well we’re not having a repeat of last night where it’s only me getting naked while you are fully clothed.” You replied as you turned around to face him. “Oh I can definitely do that.”

He stripped himself from his shirt and in turn you unhooked your bra. “Fuuuck. Have I ever mentioned that I love your tits?” You let out a laugh. “No but I’ll definitely take the compliment.” He smiled and put his hands on your titties. Eddie began to fondle them in his hands and playing with your nipples. “I could do this all day.” You snorted. “Please don’t, that would just be weird.” 

You turned your head to the water to see that the tub was almost filled to the tippy top. “Shit.” You ran over and shut the water off. “That was almost bad.” Eddie managed to wrap his hands around your waist again and ended up unbuttoning your jeans. You turned your attention back towards him. 

You weren’t taking off your pants until he took his off. You unbuttoned his pants and yanked them down with his underwear. He was sporting a semi-hard on. You then moved back to drop your jeans. There was a wet spot on the jeans from the cream pie Eddie gave you earlier. “I seriously hope that stain comes out.” You muttered out. 

Eddie just had a stupid grin on his face as he went to kiss you. This kiss wasn’t as hungry and animalistic as the ones you shared earlier. This was much more sweet and tender. You were still trying to wrap your head around the fact that he could just flip a switch so easily between being so aggressive and beast like to practically the complete opposite. He pulled away from you and walked over to the tub to get in.

Once in the tub he sat down resting his back against the tub wall. He reached his arm out for you to take his hand. You grabbed it and climbed into the tub and sat down in front of him. The water felt really nice on your skin. You especially liked the intimacy of being here so close to Eddie and having him there behind you. 

You could feel Eddie’s hard on poking you in the back. You smiled and leaned back on him. His arms made their way in front of you to take your hands. “This is really nice.” “Mhm.” Eddie hummed in response. His left hand slowly crept up to grab a hold of your breast. He kissed down your neck and collarbone. You sighed out happily. 

With your right hand you grabbed his and led them down to your cunt. You were aching to be touched there. Eddie’s fingers found your clit and gently rubbed at it. You moaned softly in response. He smiled against your neck as he kept peppering you with kisses. He then inserted his middle finger inside your pussy. You gasped out. Eddie inserted his index finger next and began working his fingers inside and out. “Just like that.” You sighed out.

His left hand was still on your breast. His arm reached over to give attention to your right breast now. You were a moaning mess, completely under his mercy.

Eddie loved every second he spent behind you. He loved the closeness he shared with you. The way your body melted to meet with his. He enjoyed kissing your soft skin and he especially enjoyed your reaction to him fingering you to oblivion. It felt easy with you. Perfect. He was able to be himself in every sense of the way. Sexually he could choke you out and spit in your mouth and you wouldn't run for the hills, but he also got to be sweet and gentle. He loved that he was able to show you this side of him.

He continued to play with your pussy until you were able to cum. Afterwards the two of you sat in the water washing each other and cuddling. After a good hour of you two just sitting in comfortable silence you finally got out and dried yourselves off. You guys got into your slumber wear and got ready for bed.

"I love you so much. More than I could possibly imagine. Like a really fucking unhealthy amount." Eddie stated breaking the serene silence. You let out a giggle. "I love you too Eds." You said as you gave him a kiss before you went to sleep.

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[queenofbaws]

Hi Queenie - can I ask for a number 13?

Hope you have a lovely weekend. :)

He had to wonder what they would've looked like to any passing Tom, Dick, or Harry who'd gotten it in their head to do a little spying. Probably they would've looked normal at first, maybe even downright wholesome, what with Dad in the rocker up on the porch, the rest of them spread around the backyard as they went about their business.

It was only when you looked a little closer that you saw the cracks. Cracks like Bobby chucking not darts but knives at the old bullseye carved into the dead oak stump while Caleb and Kaylee watched in awe; cracks like Travis feeding the fire shredded clothes and 'abandoned' drivers licenses instead of kindling; cracks, God help them, like Dad filling bullet casings with silver shot as he rocked, adding them to the growing pile at his feet after stoppering them.

Wholesome until you looked a little closer. Yeah. Maybe that should've been the family motto - "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger," was all fine and good as far as threats went, but times were changing, the family was changing, so maybe the time for threats was over. Maybe now they needed to truck in warnings.

As though the universe itself had caught wise to that mental rabbit hole, Chris's world exploded in a sudden burst of white-hot agony. The backyard tilted around him, then slid. It was only then, as he lay on the ground, that he heard Bobby and the kids yelling. It was only then that he saw the knife protruding from his calf.

"Dad?!"

"Sorry! Sorry! Aw shit, C! I'm sorry!"

Math had never been his strong suit, but it would've been a real idiot who couldn't put two and two together on this one: Bobby'd been having fun with his stupid fucking target practice, Chris had been sitting a little too close, neither of them had been paying attention, blah blah flipping blah.

He forced himself to look at the knife, as little as he wanted to. His eyes kept skittering over it, slip-sliding away as though it'd been coated in oil to keep his gaze from sticking. It'd lodged deep into the meat of his leg - real deep - and that wasn't a shock, considering who'd been doing the throwing, but Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, it not being a shock didn't mean it was any easier to stomach.

"I'm fine!" he called, both to the ones that had seemed concerned and the ones that hadn't been assed to glance his way. "Totally, totally fine! Just don't...touch me."

"Why's everyone shouting like..." He managed to push himself up into a shaky sitting position in time to see Trav turn from the fire, the flames throwing harsh, angular shadows across his already grim face. "What in God's name are you idiots doing over there?"

"I apologized!" Bobby called, repeating himself the way he always did when people started raising their voices at him.

"I'm fine!" Chris added, doing very much the same.

Even from that distance, he could see Travis's eyes narrow. "You're fine, huh? I would believe that, only, here's the thing...you got a goddamn knife stickin' outta your leg!"

Something about his tone triggered a deep, dormant part of him; a voice rose up inside his chest, swelling up and up and up to throb in time with the pain in his leg. 'Do I?!' it shrieked, the shitty, snot-nosed younger brother that still lived inside of him, somewhere, 'Do I have a goddamn knife in my leg?! Wow! Geez! I didn't even notice! Look at that!'

Chris bit that voice off at its roots, severing its strength with his teeth. A good thing too, because a second later Dad was talking, and when Jedediah Hackett deigned to raise his voice, you listened.

"Full moon tomorrow," he said, his eyes downcast, his hands filling shell after shell. "It'll heal good as new. Quit bitching and just take care of it."

There was a beat of silence as they waited. Young or old, infected or not, none of them wanted to be the one to accidentally speak over him. When that moment passed, Caleb made as if to crouch down beside him.

"When you get hurt like that, you're not supposed to pull it o - "

"I don't know what part of 'full moon tomorrow' you failed to understand," Dad called from the porch, the rocker ceasing to rock beneath him. He stood, setting down the last of his shells, then walked the two steps necessary to wrap his gnarled hands around the railing as he looked out at them sprawled in the grass.

What did he see when he looked at them, Chris wondered?

But he felt Caleb's eyes on him, Kaylee's too, and knew they were fretting, even if they didn't let themselves show it. So he grit his teeth in the best approximation of a smile he could manage, and he willed himself to do the awful thing.

"Yeah, listen to your grandpa. Tomorrow's gonna be here before you know it, and this? Well...this will..." He swallowed hard, moving his hand to the knife's hilt. His fingers barely brushed it and his head began to swim. "This'll all heal up good...as...new."

He pulled. It gave. There was a horrendously wet but blessedly short sound that accompanied it, and then it was done. He screwed his eyes shut tight as his ears rang and the inside of his eyelids threatened to go grey. That moment too was blessedly short.

"See?" he said, his saliva thick in his mouth. "Everything's fine. Watch where you're throwing these things, wouldya, B?" With that, even knowing it was the wrong thing to do, even feeling close to passing out as he was, Chris pushed himself up off the ground and found some measure of steadiness on his uninjured leg.

Tomorrow, he reminded himself, he'd pop his skin. Tomorrow, everything in him, on him, about him would be shiny and fresh and new. Tomorrow, he wouldn't even have a scar. Dad was right about all that.

But it wasn't tomorrow yet. It was just today. And as he limped his way across the yard, hobbled up the porch steps, and dragged his bleeding leg towards the back door, he hurt.

"Rub some dirt in it," Dad said as he passed by.

Chris turned to look at them - his family - and all he saw were cracks.

[sugdenlovesdingle]

Again - not so short, short story for @tarlosweeklyprompts word of the day: Pain

It started with a concussion (AO3) Different first meeting AU

Carlos runs into TK while chasing a suspect - Literally.

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“All units be advised, possible code 211 in progress.”

Carlos heard the call over the radio about a robbery in progress. He knew the place was just a few minutes from where he was, so he packed up his sandwich and turned on the lights and sirens of his cruiser and went to check it out. Lunch could wait.

“Officer Reyes, unit 363H20 responding.”

When he arrived on the scene, the suspect had just walked out of the building and tried to blend in with the crowd to get away.

Carlos saw another cruiser pull up and two of his colleagues get out.

“You got eyes on the guy?” one of the other cops asked him.

“Yep. But he thinks I don’t.”

“Go pick him up. We’ll handle things here.”

“Sure thing.” Carlos replied and started casually walking in the direction of the suspect, pretending not to have noticed him or know what he’d just done. He pretended to look in a shop window and check his messages on his phone and the guy seemed to be none the wiser.

At least for a few minutes.

Until Carlos’ radio sprung to life with a request for an update.

“Unit 363H20 what’s your status.”

The guy must’ve heard the radio and Carlos’ cursed himself for not turning it off. He could tell the exact moment he was seen and the guy panicked and started running.

“I wish they wouldn’t do that.” Carlos mumbled to himself and started running after him.

“Dispatch this is officer Reyes, unit 363H20, I’m in pursuit of a suspect on foot, heading west on Fifth. Suspect is wearing blue jeans, black hoodie, and a black baseball cap. Unclear if suspect is armed. Requesting assistance.”

He chased the guy through a busy street, doing his best to avoid shoppers, strollers, small children, and pensioners.

“Stop! Police!” he demanded but the guy kept running.

“Unit 363H20, multiple units dispatched to your location.” Dispatch told him over the radio. He heard police sirens behind him but didn’t bother to check which of his colleagues were joining the chase.

The guy rounded a corner and Carlos ran after him, almost slamming into a woman with a baby in a stroller. He managed to avoid them at the last second, stumbling but just about managing to stay upright and throwing an apology over his shoulder.

He looked around and for a second he thought he’d lost his suspect until he suddenly heard a commotion on the other side of the street and saw the guy push through a group of teenagers.

Carlos blindly crossed the street, ignoring various car horns and angry drivers, and in the back of his mind he could practically hear his mother yell at him to look both ways.

He saw the guy duck into an alley between a Starbucks and a shoe store and that’s when Carlos knew he had him. The alley was a dead end, leading to the back wall of a McDonald’s parking lot. Too high to climb over and no way to go around.

Carlos picked up the pace to close the guy in before he could turn around and get away, only he was so focused on getting to his suspect, he somehow completely missed the person coming out of the Starbucks.

He slammed into the other person and felt something cold seep through his uniform shirt as they hit the ground.

He tried to break his fall by throwing his arms out but landed awkwardly on one arm, and he swore he heard  his wrist break.

And to make matters worse he banged his head on a concrete flower pot.

He was never going to hear the end of this at the precinct.

“Sorry…” he muttered as he tried to get up without hurting the other person, and reached for his radio, only to find it gone from his shoulder. “Shit.” His head hurt and his vision was swimming.

“Yeah...” the other person groaned and Carlos thought he heard dispatch through his radio.

“TK? Are you still there? TK? Hello?”

Not dispatch.

He tried to get up again but suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, hey, take it easy. You’re bleeding.”

“What?”

“TK? Who is bleeding? What’s going on?”

“Nothing mom, I’ll call you back.” Carlos heard the sound of a call being disconnected.

Someone carefully helped him sit up against a lamppost and Carlos did his best to focus on the person helping him.

“Hey, can you look at me? Can you follow my finger?”

“What?” Carlos squeezed his eyes shut, wondering when the sun got so bright.

“Can you see?” someone put a hand on his leg and Carlos tried to figure out if it was the same person that was talking to him. “Officer Reyes?”

Carlos opened his eyes at the mention of his name and saw a guy of about his age, giving him a concerned look.

“Can you see me?” the guy asked again, his green eyes full of worry.

“How do you know my name?” Carlos asked, still trying to process that part of their meeting.

“It’s on your uniform.”

“Oh. Right. Yeah…” Carlos mumbled and squeezed his eyes shut again and shook his head to try and get his brain working enough to process everything that was going on. Which turned out to be a bad idea because it only made his head hurt more.

“Someone call 911! And get me a first aid kit!”

Carlos slowly opened his eyes again and looked at the guy in front of him. He was good looking, if they’d met in a club Carlos would definitely have made a move.

“Are you a doctor?” he asked and the guy smiled.

“Paramedic actually.”

“Lucky me…”

“Yeah I wouldn’t call myself lucky just yet if I were you. You hit the street pretty hard. We both did.”

“Yeah… sorry…”

“Don’t worry about it. The only victim on my part was my iced coffee.” The guy said as he put on gloves from the first aid kit someone had brought him. “I’m TK. What’s your name? Your first name?”

“TK? That’s not a name, those are letters.” Carlos mumbled, trying to get his brain to start co-operating again.

TK laughed.

“Technically it’s a nickname. But nobody except my mother and my doctor know my full name.” He said as he pressed some gauze against Carlos’ head, making him wince in pain. “Sorry, but I have to put pressure on this to stop the bleeding. You’re going to need stitches.”

“Great.”

“Can you hold this for me?” TK lifted Carlos’ good arm up to his head and put his hand on the gauze. “So I can do something about that arm.”

“I think it’s broken.” Carlos said as TK carefully examined him.

“Yeah, looks like it. Or a bad sprain at the very least. I have to immobilise it. It’ll help with the pain.”

Carlos nodded and then groaned when he remembered he’d hit his head.

“Does anyone have a towel or something?” He heard TK ask the gathered crowd. “I need something to make a sling for his arm.”

Carlos was vaguely aware of TK arguing with someone but he found it hard to focus on anything but the pain in his head and his arm.

“Ok, I’ll just use this.” TK told him. “Sorry but this is going to hurt.”

“Already does.” Carlos replied but then only just suppressed a scream when TK moved his arm and strapped it in a makeshift splint before tying it into a hoodie and knotting the sleeves together in his neck.

“I know. I’m sorry.” TK said and he really did sound apologetic. “Let me see that headwound.” He carefully removed Carlos’ hand and the gauze. “Looks like it’s not bleeding as heavily anymore.”

Somewhere in the distance was the sound of a siren coming closer.

“Cavalry is here. They’ll take you to hospital to get you fixed up.”

“I don’t need to go to hospital. I’ll be ok. Just… give me a minute.”

“I’ve given you several minutes, officer, and it’s not looking any better. You need stitches and an x-ray for that arm.”

The ambulance pulled up and the paramedics got out.

“Carlos?” a familiar voice said and Carlos winced. The last thing he needed was his best friend’s sister being on duty.

“Hey Michelle…”

“What happened?”

“We crashed into each other.” TK explained. “He hit his head, the bleeding has slowed but not stopped and I’m pretty sure it needs stitches. Possible concussion and possible fractured wrist.”

“Are you a doctor?”

“I’m a paramedic with AFD station 126. Well… I will be come Monday.”

“Wait… You’re TK Strand, my new paramedic?”

“Yeah… looks like it.”

“Well at least you know your stuff.” Michelle commented and turned to the other paramedic on scene. “Nancy patch him up and load him up.”

“On it cap.”

Nancy knelt down in front of Carlos and started treating his head wound and the other scrapes on his face. He wished she’d leave TK to it but unlucky for him, TK had seemingly disappeared with Michelle.

Ten minutes later he was being loaded into the waiting ambulance and he heard Michelle instruct Nancy to let the hospital know they were on their way.

“Do you want a ride?” he heard her ask and Carlos wanted to reply and tell her he was already in the back of the ambulance until he heard TK reply and realised she wasn’t talking to him.

“Uh… if that’s ok? I’m not on duty yet… and I didn’t get hurt.”

“I’m the boss and I say it’s ok. Hop on in with Nancy, we’ll show you the city and the bus and you can get to know your new crew.”

When they arrived at the hospital, Carlos was whisked away for tests and treatments and despite his protests he got set up in a room to stay overnight for observation.

Iris stopped by to see him and he knew it would only be a matter of time before his mother found out too and would come fuss over him like he was a baby.

He lay back against the pillows and tried to get comfortable enough to maybe get some sleep before the chaos would inevitably start, when he heard a knock on the door. He opened his eyes and saw TK standing in the doorway.

“Hey… I just wanted to stop by and see how you were doing. Can I come in?”

“Sure.”

“I didn’t want to intrude on your time with your girlfriend so I just… waited until she left.” TK told him as he sat down next to the bed.

Carlos frowned.

“Girlfriend?”

“Yeah… the brunette that was here earlier? Is she not your girlfriend?��

“Brun-… oh you mean Iris.”

“Is that her name?”

“Yeah. She’s my best friend. Not my girlfriend. I’m gay.” Carlos said and felt stupid for coming out to a total stranger. “We’ve been friends since we were kids. Michelle is her sister. That’s how she found out I’m in here.” He added quickly. “We did make a pact to marry each other when we were 17 if we were still single at 30.”

TK gave him an amused look.

“And how is that working out for you?”

“Well… she has a boyfriend… and I don’t. So I guess the pact is off.”

“You don’t seem to be too heartbroken about that.”

“Yeah… she’s not really my type.”

“What is your type then?” TK asked and Carlos wondered if he was imagining things or if TK really was flirting with him.

“Oh… uh… I don’t know… I don’t really have a type I guess.” Carlos said, suddenly really interested in the loose thread on the hospital blanket.

“So how’s the head?” TK asked after a few minutes, changing the subject, which Carlos was grateful for. “Concussion?”

“Yeah. They’re keeping me in overnight.”

“That’s probably for the best, you hit your head pretty hard earlier.”

“Yeah. And a broken wrist.” He held up the arm with a cast on it. “So I’ll probably be on desk duty for a while.”

“Sounds like a good thing to me. Less dangerous. Less likely to crash into people.” TK commented, a smile tugging at his lips. “I heard some cops talking though that they caught the guy.”

“Have you been eavesdropping on cops?”

“It was for a good cause! I had to make sure your bad guy didn’t get away. For the safety of the city of course.”

Carlos smiled, starting to feel more at ease around TK.

“Of course. So considerate of you.”

“I know right? Maybe I should let my mom call the mayor so I’ll get a medal.” TK joked and they both laughed. “For heroic acts of service for the people of Austin.”

“People? And I thought it was just me. I thought I was special.”

“You are. But I would probably have to expand my business if I want that medal.”

“Oh right, it’s all about that medal. Though I’d say saving a police officer from certain death has to count for something too.” Carlos said, making TK laugh again.

He really liked TK’s laugh.

Suddenly his phone buzzed on the nightstand and he reached out to grab it and check the notification.

“Ugh no…”

“Bad news?”

“My mom knows I’m in here. Iris probably told her.”

“Is that such a bad thing? I can imagine she’ll want to know if something happens to you.”

“Yeah. But she’ll act like I’m dying and none of the doctors and nurses in this hospital know what they’re doing.” He sighed. “So run while you still can.”

“I don’t know, sounds like you need protection from your family. I saved your life once today, I can do it again.” TK joked. “Mothers love me, you know. I’m a good buffer.”

“You don’t want to go up against Andrea Reyes, trust me.” Carlos stressed. “She’s in a league of her own.”

TK laughed and rummaged around in his backpack before pulling out a marker. He got up and carefully leaned over Carlos to write something on his cast.

“I’ll leave you to prepare for your mother’s arrival.” He joked. “But when you get out of here, text me. Maybe you can buy me a new iced coffee.”

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better left unsaid // cth

chapter thirty one

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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october 2, 2018 san diego, california calum

I feel bad for my Uber driver. He’s got some blubbering man crying in his backseat at 7 am on a Tuesday. When he drops me off at the hotel, I tell him thank you through quiet sobs, and I make sure to tip him incredibly well on the app. He didn’t ask any questions, although I’m sure he had plenty. 

I don’t know why I choose Emelia over any of my friends to go to, but I do. I bang on the door to her hotel room until she annoyedly swings it open, her eyes flooded with concern. I don’t wait for her to hug me, instead I just clumsily throw my body against hers and start crying.

I’ve cried more in the past two days than I have in the past five years. 

“What’s going on?” She asks, her voice just barely louder than a whisper. 

“She broke up with me.” Even though they’re true, the words sound like a lie. I don’t even know if Emelia will believe me.

“You’re shitting me,” is how she responds, and I just cry, confirming the truth without words. 

She lets me cry for a few minutes while she processes what I said.

“Cal, I swear, I had no idea that she would do that. I’m sorry.”

I just keep crying.

“Here, come in,” Em says. She opens her hotel room door wider and steps in, pulling me with her. I let her guide me to her bed and she pushes me down by the shoulders to sit. “I’m gonna go get the boys, okay?”

I want to yell after her not to bring Ashton, but I can’t make myself say the words. I hear her banging on doors and then whispering in the hallway, and before I know it, my bandmates and their girlfriends are all streaming into the room. Everyone looks floored and they look at me with immense pity. I hate it.

They all just stare, but KayKay is the first one to break out of the pack, coming over and sitting next to me, wrapping her arms around me in a hug. I let my emotions go again, letting the sadness ooze out of me in hot tears that undoubtedly fall onto Kay’s sweatshirt. She doesn’t say anything, but she just holds me as I cry. 

The room feels deafeningly silent aside from my cries.

I want to be mad again. I want to yell at them all for letting this happen. How could none of us have known? How could none of us have sensed this all happening? I know Orion is to blame for keeping secrets, but Ashton is who I blame overall. He knew. He knew and he didn’t tell me. He’s my best friend. He should have told me.

Even though I want to be mad, all I can feel is the sheer heartbreak. The love of my life… isn’t even mine anymore. She doesn’t want to be mine. I never thought this day would come. We were supposed to grow old together. We were supposed to get married. I figured I’d propose in a year or so, and then once she was out of law school, we would get married.

We’d elope, probably in Spain, but then we’d have an Australian reception and an American one, both still small small, with professional photographers to capture every single second of the elopement and the parties. We’d take pictures in Retiro and celebrate at Space Monkey. We’d watch the sun rise from the park, just the two of us, on our first morning as husband and wife.

Orion and I had talked about all of it. She’d shown me a Pinterest board of engagement rings she’d like. 

We had plans to buy a house on the beach in a few years, once we didn’t need to be close to any college campuses. We wanted to get another dog, and maybe even a few cats. We didn’t want kids, but we did want to rescue as many animals as we had the time, space, and money for. 

None of it matters now. She doesn’t even want to be my girlfriend anymore. 

I never thought there’d be a world without Orion being mine, and here I am, living in that very world. She won’t even be in the world at all once she inevitably dies.

“Cal? Are you okay?” Michael’s voice brings me back to reality, and then I realize that I’ve temporarily stopped crying.

“I don’t even know.”

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5SOS Cancel San Diego Concert!

Everyone’s favorite Aussie band was slated to perform in San Diego tonight as part of their Meet You There world tour, but the band has canceled the show without much explanation, citing a ‘family emergency.’ This is the message they posted to Twitter just a few moments ago.

“San Diego, we’re so sorry to say we won’t be performing tonight. We’ve had a family emergency come up. We promise to come back very soon and we apologize for the inconvenience.

We love you! Xx -Ash, Luke, Mike, and Cal”

Fans are immediately speculating after images were posted of bassist Calum Hood at the beach having an emotional breakdown yesterday afternoon, only to be followed by images of Hood’s long term girlfriend, Orion Moss, doing the same thing at a different beach. Allegedly, Moss was approached by police before fleeing the scene.

Whatever is going on, to say that fans are concerned would be an understatement.

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