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strangerthingsstuff4 · 1 year ago

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She's like the Wind- Part Ten

Evidently Billy had been sneakier leaving than Dylan thought he would be. She had expected him to bump into her aunt or uncle and to get the scolding of her life, but it didn’t come. She had been too angry however to fall asleep meaning she didn’t doze off until the early hours of the morning. She was tired and she was angry and certainly in no mood for school today but the last thing she needed was to flunk out and have to repeat the year in the dump that is Hawkins.

The start of the day was as grim as the weather. Dylan had managed to get through her first two classes without having to lay eyes on Billy. She knew he was here; she had walked past his piece of shit car on her way through the car park. Lunch came around quickly thankfully; Dylan was one more whisper or side eye glance away from stuffing someone in their locker.

Samantha walked across the grass to the picnic bench Dylan was perched upon. Cigarette already lit and between her fingers, she shuffled her feet over to allow her friend to sit on the bench.

‘Hey, surprised you’re not tucked away somewhere bouncing on Hargrove’ Samantha smirked up at the girl sat on the tabletop.

‘Do not mention that name in my presence’ Dylan grumbled, picking at the sides of her nails.

‘Ooh another lovers spat?’

Dylan hummed quietly, looking out over the rest of the high school delinquents that had retreated to the tables to smoke and eat junk food. She had spotted Steve’s hair bobbing towards them a mile away. She had also spotted Billy leant against the brick wall of the school building, joined by Tommy, Carol and her. Her arms looped through Carols as they shrilly giggled at something Tommy had said.

‘Why so glum Harrington?’ Samantha chirped when Steve joined Dylan sitting on the table.

‘Nothing… think Nance is dating Jonathan’ Steve admitted when he felt Dylans gaze move to him.

‘Let her go, she’s a bitch anyway’ Dylan huffed out the smoke off the cigarette she just toked.

‘Says the girl that is sat here staring at that ball sack with heart eyes, I’m not even gonna ask why I bumped into him coming down our stairs last night’ Steve shot back.

‘What?!’ Samantha gasped dramatically.

Dylan rolled her eyes unamused. She wasn’t in the mood to have jibes thrown at her. She certainly wasn’t in the moved to watch some slut press herself against Billy and eat his face but there it was, right in front of her.

‘Fuck this’ she muttered, jumping up off the table with her bag and stomping towards the library and unfortunately towards Billy. She just needed to get past them and into the building so she could sit in a quiet room and attempt to study or at least find a new tutor.

‘Hey Dylan’ Carols voice tore through her ear drums like irritating little knives.

‘Dylan!’ Carol called once again as Dylan continued in her path past them.

‘There’s no need to repeat yourself I ignored you just fine the first time’ Dylan snapped back over her shoulder.

‘I was just wondering who your next victim is to likely be! Just so we know who’s gonna end up with a disease or depression or something’ Carol smirked while chewing her gum, something Dylan was convinced she had been chewing since she grew teeth.

‘You know funny you should ask I was actually just thinking how Tommy looks like he could do with a decent shag! What do you say Hagan, fancy a few rounds?’ Dylan retorted as she stopped in her tracks and turned to face the group.

Billy and Liv had detached themselves from each other to watch the confrontation. Carol’s arrogant expression twisted into one of distaste. Tommy didn’t reply just stood and stared at Dylan, trying to decipher whether she was being serious or not.

‘He wouldn’t touch you with a six-foot pole’ Carol quipped.

‘He wouldn’t touch you with someone else’s dick’ Liv dropped in, making Carol chuckle.

‘Well, he can’t use Billy’s cock then can he Hargrove?’ Dylan asked, her eyes boring into his.

Billy didn’t say a word just looked back at her, his jaw clenched, and his brows furrowed. Dylans insides were wrenching with anger, how could he just stand there and let them speak to her like that when less than twelve hours ago he was in her bed worshipping her.

‘Nothing to say?’ she continued staring at him.

‘You two are nothing now okay? He’s moved on to better things, doesn’t do charity work anymore’ Liv spat as she got up close with Dylan, standing inches away from her, catching the attention of those around them including Steve and Samantha.

‘Get out of my face’ Dylan growled lowly.

‘Or what?’

Before Dylan could step towards the girls in front of her Billy’s body was in front of her. His big hand on her stomach pushing her back a few steps and stopping her from inevitably breaking the nose of his new squeeze.

‘Stop’ he mumbled down at her.

‘Get your hands off me!’ Dylan objected, looking up at him, into those baby blues.

She hated him so much in that moment. He had stood there and let them try to embarrass her and now he was stopping her from defending herself. Billy let her push him away slightly but still did not move out of her way. He stared her down but didn’t expect her to back down and she didn’t. Not until at least the shrill voice of the basketball coach had her biting her tongue and stomping off into the building.

No matter how much she tried to study or concentrate in class she couldn’t. Dylans mind was swimming with images of Billy and her, letting her cling to him like she was some parasite. How he stopped her from breaking her nose and how he just looked at her. She couldn’t get those eyes out of her head, how they bore into her soul, so shiny and blue. Completely different from the deep dark ocean she had gotten lost in the night before.

Dylan managed to get to her car and out of the car park without having to see Billy. She actually made it her job to avoid him for the rest of the week. Being one of the first people in the school and every class, spending her lunches in the library, trying her hardest to stuff the information in her head. She even went as far as staying behind an extra hour to study just so she wouldn’t have to see his piece of shit car. Once her brain had had enough of all the information she had tried to force into it, Dylan made a quick stop at her locker to throw her books into it so she didn’t have to bother taking them home. She swung the metal door open and looked at the yellow post it note that sat looking at her.

‘Benny’s 9pm’

Dylan huffed as she read his scruffy handwriting. Surely he couldn’t be serious! He really had the nerve to want to see her after being a dick. She promised herself that she wasn’t going to go, she wasn’t going to waste her time on him anymore. No, she was going to go home, have dinner and spent the night in her room, writing to Ben and relaxing.

She was doing well too until she finished her dinner and stood between the front door and the stairs. She looked up to the second floor and told herself to walk up the stairs, to go into her room and stay there. Her body, however, took her out of the front door and down the drive to her car. She hated herself for even thinking about giving him the time of day, but she needed to talk to him. To shout at him and put him in his place. As Dylan pulled into the clearing that Benny’s old restaurant resided in, she watched Billy climb out of the drivers seat of his car.

Dylan shut off the engine and just looked at him for a second. She had no idea what she was going to say to him, she just knew that she was not going to kiss him! She got out of her car and walked round his bonnet to stand in front of him.

‘Didn’t think you were going to come’ Billy smirked as he took a step towards her.

‘What do you want Billy?’ Dylan asked bluntly.

‘I… I just wanted to see you, haven’t seen you all day’ he muttered taking another step towards her.

‘Yet when you did you just let that slut speak to me like shit’ Dylan spat, stepping back and putting a decent amount of distance between them again.

‘What did you want me to do?! I couldn’t exactly just tell them to stop picking on you could i?!’ Billy huffed at her.

‘You could have not spent the day sucking the life out of Liv’s face after sleeping with me Billy! I’ve been walking round all day feeling like some worthless piece of shit!’

‘I know… I know and I’m sorry okay it’s just… we argued last night and I knew you were mad at me! She came over this morning and’

‘And you just let her stick her tongue down your throat!’

‘Hey you were the one that said you didn’t want to put a label on whatever the fuck this was!’ Billy began to get aggravated and argue back

‘You didn’t either! And that’s not an excuse for you to go and hump the first thing you see!’

‘What do you want from me Dylan? You want me to go around the entire school and tell them that you’re the only girl I’m allowed to have sex with?!’ Billy was shouting now, clearly not enjoying the sickness of guilt in his stomach.

‘No but I wanted you to recognize when someone actually gives a shit about you and not just push them away because you can’t accept the fact that your lift might not be as shitty as you think!’ Dylan screamed at him before turning to walk back to her car.

She reached her hand out to open the car door and she felt his big hands on her shoulder and waist. Billy spun her around and used his body to press hers to the side of the car. His lips were on hers in seconds, his hands grabbing at her hips and neck tightly. Dylan was stunned for a second, not having expected him to kiss her or even walk after her. After a few moments she fought against him, pushing his mouth off hers and using her outstretched arms to hold his shoulders away from her.

‘Billy what the fuck are you doing?!’ she said breathlessly.

‘If I have to watch you walk away from me right now then my life really is as shitty as I think it is’

Billys blue eyes bore into hers, seemingly genuine. She had never seen him look at her like this, pleading her to stay with him. Dylan scoured over his face and body language for any sign that was going to give away any façade he was trying to pull on her. Before she could visibly see anything that looked like deceit Billy had his lips back on hers, Dylan couldn’t help herself moving her lips against his. Their tongues danced around each other, her hands snaked their way up into his curls tugging and eliciting moans out of him. Billy lifted her left leg and held it at his hip giving him slightly better access to grind into her.

It wasn’t long before he had her sat on the hood of her car, stood between her legs making his assault onto her neck. Billy’s hands gripped her shirt and pulled it out of her jeans, lifting it up and over her head.

‘Here?’ Dylan questioned incredulously, watching as Billy made short work of undoing her belt and button of her jeans.

‘Here‘ Was all her replied to her while he pulled her onto her feet and bent her over the hood of the Mustang.

After shoving both of their jeans down just enough to have access to what he needed, Billy slid himself into her, moaning out in tandem with her at the sensation of being encased in her. Dylan’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and her mouth hung open as Billy began thrusting into her forcefully. The skin on his hips slapped against the skin of her ass, he loved watching it ripple and bounce back out him.

‘Billy what if someone catches us?’ Dylan moaned out, turning her head around as much as possible to watch him fuck her.

‘No one’s gonna catch us here baby’ Billy groaned back at her, his eyes trained on watching the point their bodies were connected.

Dylans hands were pressed against the metal of the car under her body making it easier for her body to fall back onto Billy’s cock as he picked up his paced and drove himself into her harder and faster. His hands that had been dug into her hips were now moving over her ass and up her back, feeling the heat radiating off her soft smooth skin. He could stay here for hours, taking her like this over the hood of her car out in the open. But he knew how dangerous it was, which he had to admit made it all the hotter. Someone could drive down this route any second not and see the headlights on his car. He needed this to be a quickie, or they were both likely to spend the night in the cells again.

Billy pulled her body up off the car and pressed her as flush against him as he could get her without having to remove herself from her. Billy moaned into the back of Dylans now matted hair, ruthlessly running his cock in and out of her wet pussy over and over, with so much force she could barely breathe, choked noises pouring out of her mouth. The sound of skin slapping now filled the small clearing around Benny’s diner. Dylan could gradually feel that knot tying tighter and tighter in her stomach, her pussy fluttering around him as she clenched tighter and tighter. Billy groaned out deeply every time she clenched her warm walls around his throbbing cock, all too aware of the delicious pleasure he was inflicting on her body.

‘Fucking hell Dylan, keep clenching on me like that, god fucking love it when you squeeze me like that’ Billy grunted into her neck.

Dylan whimpered in response; her mind consumed in the pleasure he was giving her. Her hands were gripping his arms for dear life, without his support she would surely collapse onto the front of her car. Billy nuzzled his nose into the back of his ear, grunting and groaning down it.

‘I need you to come for me… fuck I need you to come right now baby’ Billy all but begged.

Hearing his tone and his moans sent her over the edge. Her nails dug into the flesh on his arms and her walls contracted around him tightly. Her body convulsed and her hips rutted back against his hips, riding out her high. Billy followed with his own orgasm before Dylan had gotten through hers. His body tensed against her, and his hips jolted deeper into her as he emptied his balls into her. Their moans died out as their heavy breathing now filled the surrounding space. Sweat ran down Billys chest, face and back, gathering in the curls that framed his face. After a moment Billy removed himself from her and buttoned up his jeans. Dylan pulled up her underwear and pants, wincing at the feeling of her cotton panties becoming instantly saturated with Billys cum.

She took the lit cigarette he was offering her when she had seated herself in the space place on the hood where her breasts had just been pressed. There was a heavy silence now that sat over them, Billy was standing next to her leaning back against the car, still breathing deeply.

‘I’m not gonna keep doing this with you Billy, I’m not gonna keep running back to you’ Dylan mumbled quietly, her eyes only moving to meet his after the words had poured off her tongue.

Billy nodded his head gently, taking in the impact of her words. He knew she cared for him, maybe even loved him and he knew he wasn’t going to find that anywhere else. He needed her, he needed to keep her loving him.

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junkydrawr · 1 year ago

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More of Sniv in Knothole! YAY. Ok, this is a chunk of story rather than just one scene. Lots of Snively misery. Warnings for talk of self harm and bullying.

Anyway, the scene starts off after Snively has burned his uniform. His chore has been fishing with Sonic and Sally for the week. And yeah, it just starts in the middle of the scene because like usual...I haven't written the whole thing yet. XD

Note: in my fic Sniv smokes cigarettes but they aren't like our nicotine cigarettes...they're actually a harmless herb with relaxing properties (but they are addictive and the smell puts some people off). Also, Snively wears an unremovable tracking bracelet. And residents of Knothole sometimes eat in a cafeteria/mess hall, but Snively doesn't like to eat in there so Bunnie usually cooks for him.

"Oh!" Snively let out a squeak. His line was pulled tight.

"Reel it in!" Sally raced over to him as Snively gave a pathetic tug to the line. When she got there, the line slackened. The hook came up, empty of fish and bait.

"Ugh," she grunted. This was the third fish he'd lost today. "It's like you're trying to mess up!"

"I told you, I don't know how to do this!" Snively shot back, pacing over to the bucket of worms.

"Don't even! You haven't been trying at all! It's been four days - and you haven't got one fish!"

His mouth twisted as he glared down at the writhing worms.

"...Four days and I'm still baiting the hook for you." She grabbed the pole away from him.

"I can't do that. It's sick." Snively mumbled and made a face as she wrapped the hapless bait. She thrust the pole back into his hand. He let out a groan of complaint. "I hate this job. I don't want to do this anymore."

"Tough. Isn't it strange, that you can't kill a worm...but you can kill Mobians...?"

“Like you haven't done the same. Your father shot down Overlanders.”

“That was a war!” She spoke loudly enough that Sonic startled awake over on the bridge.

“That's no excuse.”

“Oh, stop it. You know your people started it, anyway. We defended ourselves and our lands.”

“What do you know?” He sneered. “You were a toddler at the time!”

“I paid attention in history class. Unlike some people.” She shot a glance at Sonic, who had already resumed snoring.

Snively slung the pole over his shoulder. “History that was penned by your people, with a bias towards your people.”

“You know what history isn't biased? The fact that my father took you in, that we treated you well – and you turned around and attacked us.” She jabbed him in the chest and he squeaked. “Tell me we mistreated you and your wretched uncle, Snively. Tell me to my face.”

“What do you know...” He muttered again. “You're a pretty girl whom everyone loved right from the beginning. A Princess. Have you ever suffered a day of abuse in your pampered life?”

“Snively, have you ever wondered what it would've been like if you hadn't taken over? If you'd just lived with us? If our Kingdom was still standing?”

He bit his lip.

“Maybe you would've had a nice life. Maybe you'd be a scientist... a teacher. Maybe you would've been happy.”

“There's no use thinking things like that.” He hissed, but she could see his eyes were starting to gleam. His cheeks turning red.

“But... you chose your path. You chose to put yourself with that man...that monster. Now you have to pay the consequences. Just like we all do.”

Snively looked away from her, heaving in a shuddering breath. He blinked wetness away from his eyes, then turned back with a snarl. “Oh, you know it all! Miss Fucking Perfect! Miss Omniscient! You'd never make a mistake in your prissy little life. You know every path laid out before you and you'd never take the wrong one. How bloody amazing it must be to be you.” He threw the pole down, his fists clenching at his sides.

“Eleven years of staying with Robotnik isn't a mistake!” She yelled, and Sonic woke up again with a startled yelp. “Eleven years, Snively! Stop blaming everyone else when you chose to stay there! I am sick and tired of hearing it!”

“Hey!” Sonic stood up. “Sally, is everything ok?”

“It's fine, Sonic.” She glared at Snively. “Pick up your pole. Get back to work.” She stomped away from him and back to her spot at the river.

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Sally retrieved her salad and sat down at the round table with her friends. Even their company didn't ease her rankled nerves. She gripped her fork tight, stabbing at the lettuce vicously. “I am so glad there's only one more day of fishing left.”

“Why? The fish ain't bitin'?”

“The company bites.” Sally smirked as she bit into a tomato. Juice flew onto the table. She wiped it with her napkin.

“Hey, I know you aren't talking about this super cool hedgehog.” Sonic laughed and tried to make his tomato squirt even further.

Bunnie looked concerned. “Sally, are you talkin' about Snively? He ain't cooperatin'?”

“He's just such a drain,” Sally said. “Complain about this, complain about that. Whines and moans about how bad his life is.... like he hasn't been a nightmare for the past decade.” She rolled her eyes. “Of course Sonic gets to stay over on the bridge and not deal with his garbage. What did he call me today? Oh yeah: 'Miss Fucking Perfect. I've never made a mistake in my prissy little life'.”

Bunnie frowned. “He said that to you?”

“Well, you are pretty perfect, Sal.” Sonic flashed a cheeky grin, and Sally finally cracked a smile. “I think he was flirting with you.”

She let out a laugh. “Oh my Gods, Sonic. No!”

“Ah told him not to say mean thangs like that,” Bunnie said, a frown still marring her brow. “Ah told him to get along with you!”

“Oh, Bunnie, it's not your fault,” Sally said, patting her arm. “Please don't think I'm implying anything like that.”

“Ah'm not. It's just...” She shook her head.

Geoffrey plopped down with a plate of dessert. “Heh. There goes Bunnie again. Surprised when her little delinquent disappoints her.”

“Shut up, St John,” Sonic said.

“You shut up, pincushion.”

Sally sighed and focused on her salad as the insults flew back and forth.

Snively rummaged through Bunnie's kitchen drawers, muttering. “Matches...matches... she surely must have matches!” A pilfered packet of Geoffrey's cigarettes weighted his pocket. “Ah yes!” He held up a matchbox in triumph.

“What are those for?” Bunnie's voice came from the doorway and he let out a startled shriek.

“Ah...heh. You know, I thought I would light some candles.”

“Romancing me?”

Snively's cheeks went red. “...What?”

“Cause yer gonna need some sugar n' sweet when you explain to me why you were so rude to Sally-girl today.”

He scowled. “I didn't say anything. Why is she reporting my every sentence back to you, anyway?”

“Stop dodging the point, Sugah. You did say somethin'.”

“Whatever....” He rolled his eyes and shoved the matches in his pocket. He just wanted to get out and smoke already. It was like an itch under his skin.

“Don't whatever me, Snively.” Bunnie set her hands on her hips. “You called her names. Said she was perfect.”

“Oh Heavens no. I called her perfect? How perfectly scathing.”

“What's that in your pocket?” She stared suspiciously at the lump. He thought of all sorts of untoward responses but settled with a look of bland innocence instead.

“Nothing?”

“Give it here!”

“Look, just leave me alone!” Snively growled and started for the door, his hand clutching possessively over the cigarettes. “I have a headache and I smell like fish. I need some air.”

“No way.” She blocked the door. “You turn out yer pockets, right now.”

“Bloody fine!” He threw the packet of cigarettes down, yanked the other pocket out and let the matches fall. “It's just cigarettes! The doctor said I could have them!”

“Don't you speak to me like that. Ah don't know what's gotten into ya. Ah told you to be nice to Sally-girl, Ah told you to stop bein' a right git and you were doin' good for a while.”

“And then you made me leave the house. Do these stupid, asinine chores. Mingle with the populous.”

“How else do you expect to live here? You can't hide in mah house forever! Sugah, you have to stop this!”

He leaned down to nab the cigarettes and matches. “Maybe I was better off in the jail cell.”

Bunnie stepped away from the door. “Is that right? You think so?”

“At least nobody bothered me there.” He grunted. “None of this harping on my every move.”

“Ah had no idea you thought of me like that.” Bunnie's eyes hardened. “Well, then, Snively...why don't you just...git? Yeah. Git out.”

“What?”

“Sleep outside. Go sleep at Geoffrey's for all Ah care.” She aimed a finger towards the door. “You want to git? Then git.”

He nearly protested, then shut his mouth with a snap. "Gladly," he hissed and stamped out. She slammed the door behind him.

He trudged down to the ring pool, finding his favorite spot on the bank. There was a tree stump perfect for leaning on and a log that was excellent sitting. He chose to wedge his back against the stump, wrangling the cigarettes and matches out.

Lighting up, he took a long drag and expelled the smoke with a sigh. The cigarette tasted slightly like skunk. He made a face but didn't snuff it out. At this time of day, the village folk would be making dinner or eating in the cafeteria. Thus, it was quiet and still, with only the birds and bugs keeping him company.

Just how I like it. He allowed himself to relax, closing his eyes. The cigarette further diffused his jangled nerves. He sat and smoked, letting his mind drift into emptiness. When the fire reached the end, he flicked the filter into the water and reached for another.

"Hey, don't throw garbage around, Snive-ly!”

A high voice made his eyes fly open. He almost screamed. A set of eyes was hovering right before him. He choked for air as Tails grinned at him.

"Gah! Must you sneak up like that?"

"I didn't sneak up. I flew over here." The kid landed and stood nearby, evoking a groan from Snively.

"I gotta question. How come you don't got any hair?"

Snively scowled. "How come your grammar is so atrocious?"

"Grammar is boring. I guess you do have a few hairs..." Tails reached for one of Snively's wispy strands.

He jerked his head back. "Touch and perish, kid."

Tails laughed. "Why do you keep those anyway?"

"A futile cling to the trappings of my youth." Snively turned the unlit cigarette in his fingers. His mood soured, as it always did when he remembered his head of hair. Robotnik had never let him grow it back...and the shitty climate of Robotropolis ensured he remained unhealthy enough that it wouldn't.

Another laugh. "You are so weird. I think you're the weirdest person I know."

"Says the child with an extra tail sprouting from his backside."

Tails' face scrunched uncertainly. "Sonic says my tails make me special."

"Special is just another phrase for 'genetic freak.'" Snively smirked and stuck the cigarette in his mouth.

"Sonic doesn't think that!"

Snively struck a match and lit up. "Doesn't he now..." He took a long puff and tilted his head back, blowing out a smoke ring. "Of course, he's a freak as well..."

The little fox frowned heavily. Snively hoped he'd cry. Child tears might be a pathetic balm for a shittastic day, but at least it was something.

"That thing stinks. You should put it out."

"Make me, you little brat."

Tails grinned nastily and leapt into the air. With a spin and a precise flick of one tail tip, he swept the cigarette from Snively's mouth. It sailed into the pool.

"Hey!" He didn't bother going after it. With a grunt, he pulled another forth from the pack in his pocket. "Nice try. Good thing I'm fully stocked up."

"You stole those from Geoffrey, didn't you?"

"He misplaced them. I'm going to return them."

"You're such a liar!"

"Oh, go away," Snively moaned, his patience shot. Why did these blasted Mobians have to ruin everything?

"You go away. We want to swim."

We? Snively dug his boots into the soil. If this little twerp thought he was dragging him into the water, he'd-

Suddenly, the sun was blotted from the sky. Seconds later, Dulcy came crashing into the water on her bottom, sending water splashing everywhere - including onto him.

She shrieked in delight; Snively shrieked in horror.

"You blasted reptile!" He jumped up, his cheeks red with anger. Tails rolled in midair, giggling madly.

"Ha ha, you might as well swim with us, Snide-ly!"

"I'd rather drown." He growled and wrung out his shirt. Droplets rolled down his back, making him shiver. He'd dropped the third smoke and it lay soggy on the ground. He left it, skulking away from the poolside with the children's laughter trailing him.

He wandered through the village until he got to the community garden. A few devoted greenthumbs had returned to their plots following dinner. He sat on a flat boulder near the edge of an unoccupied tomato patch. Late afternoon sunlight bathed him and he sighed, squelching some water from his eyebrows with one finger.

There wasn't much to the clothes Sally had foisted upon him, and he hoped they'd dry quickly. Already the warmth was seeping from the day.

He drew his tanktop up, wringing it out once again. Cold water dripped down his stomach, seeming to follow the pink tracing of scars on his white skin. He quickly smoothed down the shirt and as he did, his belly rumbled.

"Oh shush," he muttered, gazing in the direction of the cafeteria. It was open to all, but the idea of walking in.... all the eyes on him, the mutters, the glares...as he hunched over his food...

He grit his teeth. And him wearing this ridiculous attire as well. So much skin exposed - his neck, collarbones like shelves, his twiggy arms.

A few times, bored and idle on late night surveillance, he'd taken out the boot knife Julian had given him as a teen. He'd used it on himself, carving lines upon his skinny biceps, for no real reason other than... He was bored. He was so fucking numb. Maybe he hoped Uncle would notice, and worry about him.

He let out a painful laugh, squeezing his eyes shut. I don't want to think about this.

He rubbed the faint row of neat parallel scars. I've gone without dinner plenty of times. I'm fine.

When he opened his eyes, a Mobian couple had neared the gardens. Hand in hand, two badgers. He scrunched in on himself...it was Melinda and her husband. She met his eyes across the plots and he quickly averted his gaze, staring down at his boots.

Did I do anything to her...?

He tried to page through memories, but they fell apart like paper under water. Dissolving, blurring into each other, with ink staining like a disease.

I really can't recall. He shut his eyes again. I don't want to think about this either...

They meandered to one of the plots furthest from him. He kept his eyes down, staring at his boots, the widening patches of dry on his shirt, and finally, the infernal bracelet on his wrist. He began to tug at it, trying for the hundredth time to wiggle it over his hand.

If only I could remove this bloody thing.

He whacked it a few times on the stone.

Then I could...

What. Run? Into the unforgiving wilderness?

Better than here, right? Whack, whack, wiggle.

He looked up to see the nearest Mobian watching him, suspicion all over their features. He ceased his futile attempts. If he messed with the stupid thing enough, he'd probably be thrown back in jail.

There's an idea.

He slid from the boulder and made his way to the jail. As he suspected, nobody was inside. The stone interior was chilly. He shuddered in his still-damp shirt, but continued to the last cell. It was locked, so he slid down onto his rear, leaning his back on the bars.

"I'll stay here," he muttered aloud. "Stay here until I bloody rot."

The dimness faded to dark. He took off his vest and draped it over his arms. It did little to warm him. Shivering, he got out another cigarette and puffed smoke in between cursing the cold.

I suppose I could grovel at Ms Rabbot's metal feet.

He made a face. Haven't you groveled enough for ten lifetimes? Fuck her and little Miss Priss. His rear was going numb and damp condensation was spreading over the stone floors. He gazed longingly at the cots inside the cells.

All the doors were locked. He paced. Damn it all. He sighed and dug the precious cigarettes from his pocket, stowing them just inside the cell. It wouldn't do for their owner to find them in his possession.

He ascended the steps and stood, feeling lost. Finally, he trudged to Geoffrey's hut. With a defeated sigh, he rapped on the door.

“One minute, mate!”

“Shit...” Snively debated running for it. “This was a bad idea-”

The door swung open, blasting him with warm air. Geoffrey's mouth split into a nasty smirk. “What a surprise. A man opens the door and finds a pile of trash standing on his step.”

“Can...” Snively hunched his shoulders. Every word felt like acid. “...can I sleep here tonight...?”

Geoffrey laughed in delight. "Oh ho ho! Are you telling me Bunnie kicked you out?!"

"No...just exploring my options."

Geoffrey examined Snively's poker face closely, then snorted. "The lies never stop, do they?"

"Forget it." Snively mentally kicked himself. "I'll see if Sonic or Antoine have room."

"I'm real insulted you think that pincushion is better company than me." Another sneering grin. "And Ant will never let you - or anyone - stay at his place. Not after Sonic had to crash there and drove Ant bonkers with his slobbiness."

"I'll ask around then..." Snively took a step back but Geoffrey lunged forward and yanked him inside by the arm.

"No, no. I've got room. We're gonna have a great time together."

The small man was ushered to the kitchen table. He sat, back rigid. His eyes roamed the room. The layout was identical to Bunnie's, but Geoffrey had less flowery decor. There were two magenta pillows on his couch. On the wall was a painting of whom he assumed was Geoffrey's father. An unsmiling 'bloke' of black and white, dressed in the cerulean blue of Acorn Kingdom military.

An asshole just like his son, I imagine.

"He look familiar to you?" Geoffrey asked.

All you skunks look the same. All you animals do. But anyway, Julian had the pleasure of doing away with the high ranking officials.

He kept this to himself and merely shook his head.

"You hungry?" The skunk asked after a few minutes.

He nodded.

"Me too. I only ate cake at dinner." Geoffrey got up and pulled things from his cold storage, piling it onto a hefty sandwich. He only made one, but it would be enough between them. With a wink, he lifted it to his mouth and took a bite.

"Umm..." The Overlander stared as a piece of meat fell back onto the plate.

"Oh," sneered Geoffrey after swallowing. "I just asked if you were hungry. I wasn't saying I was gonna feed you."

Snively grunted in disgust. Well. Maybe he would go back and grovel to Bunnie. He slipped out of the chair and darted for the front door.

Before he could reach it, there was a few knocks and the door swung open. He was forced back by Geoffrey's friends Midge and Tory.

"What's this little turd doing here?" Tory asked. "He playing cards with us?"

"Bollocks to that. He probably cheats worse than you do."

"I was just leaving..." Snively tried to inch around the oafish Mobians. Geoffrey grabbed him by the scruff and dragged him back to the kitchen.

"Have a seat, lil Sheila. You're our special entertainment for the night."

"You gonna offer us snacks or what?" Midge said, taking a seat.

"There's food. Get it yourself."

The boorish animals gorged in front of him, offering not even a scrap. They laughed when his stomach rumbled. A dollop of meat fell from Midge's mouth to the table. Snively tried not to look. These slobs were gross, yet the smell was making him hungrier. Bunnie didn't eat meat. At least she wasn't adverse to eggs.

"So, Sniv, what was Earth like?" Tory asked. "I heard it was a real shit hole."

"I don't remember it."

"Oh."

"It wasn't infested with walking flea bags though, I know that."

Somebody kicked him under the table. He grimaced.

"Filled with ugly Furless freaks, stinking up the place. Can you imagine having to live in a city of them? I'd have to burn off my nose." Geoffrey grinned vilely. "So glad they all blew themselves up."

Snively kept quiet. Part of him agreed. He wondered if there were any civilized beings who were actually that.

"Should've just stayed there," Tory said. "Why'd you even come here?"

"It wasn't exactly my choice. Maybe I would've rather been blown up than checking myself for mites daily." Snively glanced around the room again, itching to run for it.

Midge grunted. "He's got a punchable face, don't he? Can I punch 'im, boss?" Tory nodded eagerly.

"No, you idiots." Geoffrey brushed crumbs off his hands and belched. "I'll get it from the King if he sees him all bruised up." He took out a cigarette and lit it, inhaling languidly. "The trick is to get him where people can't see..."

Snively kept still, his heart rate increasing. He clenched his hands on the chair seat. I'll be damned if I look scared.

Geoffrey gave a nod to Tory, and the badger stood and dragged Snively out of the chair, pinning his arms behind his back. The small man squeaked and struggled. Geoffrey leaned forward in his chair, smiling. Puffing away. One of his claws reached forward, snagging Snively's shirt and pulling it upwards, free of his belt. The Mobians stared at the skin of his exposed belly, the white skin traced with delicate pink scars.

Tory whistled. "Heh. Nice collection, Sniv."

"Oh, shut up!" Red touched his cheeks and he struggled again. Tory pulled his arms tighter. "Ow. Stop it!"

Geoffrey inhaled again and then turned the cigarette in his fingers. "I guess I don't rightly feel like smoking right now, mate. Midge, you wanna put this out for me?"

"Why can't you?" Midge grunted.

Geoffrey let out an aggravated sigh and jerked his head at Snively. "You sure you don't want to put it out, Midge?"

"Oh!" Comprehension came to the dimwit's face. "Oh yeah, boss, I wanna!"

Snively went rigid in Tory's grip as Midge waved the cigarette, taunting. Not a sound. Not one bloody sound! He clenched his teeth as Midge brought his hand forward, grinding the burning end to the left of his navel. The pain was bright, immediate. He jerked in the confining arms, a hard harsh breath drawn through his nose.

The Mobians chuckled.

Midge handed the cigarette back to Geoffrey.

"Ugh. I don't want it after it touched him." The skunk flicked it into Snively's face, then scowled. "You think you're tough, huh." He cruelly pressed the tip of one claw into the fresh burn. Snively couldn't catch it - the crying whimper that burst forth. The chuckles were louder now.

"Well, that was fun." Geoffrey looked bored as he nodded to Tory. The badger released him, and roughly shoved Snively back into his seat.

He sat, huddled, trying to ignore the searing pain. He rubbed at his sore arms.

"I remember your fingers were all busted up when you got here. Robotnik do that?"

Snively was silent. Midge swatted him on the head.

"No," he lied.

"What a lucky sod Robotnik was." Geoffrey sighed, clicked his claws on the table. "I'd love to break every one of 'em. I bet you'd really scream then."

"Maybe we can break his toes instead?" Midge suggested. Snively went rigid again.

"Nah. He'd be walking all funny. Like he did when Robotnik got through with him every night, I bet."

The small human glared down at the table, tasting acid on his tongue.

Tory laughed so hard he snorted. "You're a sicko, Geoff."

"Heh. I know." Geoffrey leaned his chair back, grinning wide. "Speaking of... You shoulda been at the pool today. Sally was down there, swimmin'. Oh, mates. I tell ya-"

"Here we go," Tory groaned.

Indeed. The conversation turned lewd, mostly from Geoffrey's end, as Tory listened with a long-suffering smile. Snively kept his eyes down, gaze going blurry, as he turned the dirty chatter into white noise. Under the table, he moved his left wrist beneath his shirt, pressing the cold metal of his tracker to the burn.

He became aware that the discussion had turned back to him.

"Huh?" He mummered.

"I was just saying - I always wondered what Overlanders looked like, under all those clothes they wear." Tory repeated, glancing at Snively. "Well, especially the women."

"Why do they wear all that stuff anyway? Blimey, even when it's swelterin' hot. Cold I can understand."

Snively didn't like this line of conversation. Again, he calculated his chances of running for the door. They looked at him. He slumped in the chair, his arms clutching his chest. "Why do you wear boots? Why are you wearing a vest?" He gave Geoffrey a sullen glare. "Why do you wear that dumb hat?"

"Because the ladies love it." Geoffrey pulled the beret rakishly to one side. "Maybe if you wear one, Bunnie'll let you back in her bed."

Midge and Tory laughed while Snively grit his teeth. "I'm not in her bed, you oaf. Stop saying things like that!"

More laughs.

"I bet Bunnie's seen him with all those silly clothes off.”

"Why do you keep talking about this?" Snively sat up, glaring at the three. Change the subject already!"

"Crikey, mate. You sure are getting hopped up over some silly pieces of cloth. They're just to keep you warm or accent how bloody handsome you are. I mean, I am.”

“Then you'll have no problem switching topics. We haven't heard about nearly every wet dream regarding the Princess yet...”

Geoffrey shook his head, unable to be shaken off so easily. He grinned as he peered about at his friends. “You know, Tory...we're in luck. We might not have an Overlander woman here, but we do have a little girl." Geoffrey snickered. "Come on, Snively. Get up and show us what you got."

"What?"

The striped Mobian leaned over the table, poking him in the chest. "Take that shit off. All of it."

"I don't think so." Snively slouched lower, his arms tighter about his torso.

"You're such a jerk, mate. Here we are, tryin' to be diplomatic, learn more about your kind."

"Go ask NICOLE for an anatomy lesson," the human growled. "I'm not interested in show and tell."

"No?" Geoffrey raised his eyebrows. "Well, here's the deal, mate. You either take 'em off... or we're gonna rip them off. And then you'll have to walk outside in front of everyone with nothing on. Which, I guess to your kind, is a big deal."

"Why do you want me to take my clothes off?!" Snively wailed. "What is wrong with you?"

“We're askin' nicely, mate. But we can be...not nice about it.”

Snively leapt from his seat. He wouldn't make it, but he was going to run anyway. Midge jumped up, swiping at his arm. Snively dodged, ducked under the second attempt, and then kicked him hard in the shin. “Don't touch me, you flea-infested mutt!” Midge hopped on one foot, clutching at his boo-boo.

Snively made it halfway across the living room before Tory grabbed him in a bear hug and lifted him off his feet. The badger carried him, kicking and hissing, back into the kitchen. He dropped the bristling Overlander and retreated to guard the kitchen's entrance.

Geoffrey tsked and shook his head. “Well. Wasn't that rude? Guess we're gonna have to start ripping shit off. Midge, Tory? You ready?” They flexed their fingers and stepped closer to the Overlander.

“Ugh. Get away!” Snively stripped off his vest, then his tanktop. He whipped them down and held out his arms with a grunt of disgust. “There! The rest of it isn't any different. Get a good look!”

“Oh, no no no,” Geoffrey cooed. “You can't stop there. Keep going.”

Midge grabbed the vest and tore it at the shoulder.

Snively watched, dismayed, as it fluttered to the ground. Sally wasn't going to be happy about this. Tory scooped up his tanktop and began to stretch it between his gray paws. Snively screeched. “All right, all right! I'm doing it.” He knelt and removed his boots. The Mobians sneered in unison as his trembling fingers undid his trousers and he slid them off.

He stood up, but slouched, his twiggy arms crossed over his chest. His bare skin seemed to burn.

"Ew. They really are furless, aren't they. Like a plucked bird. Blimey." Geoffrey's critical gaze raked him up and down.

Snively avoided their eyes, staring over at the portrait of Stink Senior. I hate your son, he thought.

"What is that thing?" Geoffrey pointed towards Snively's last covering, his underwear. His last pair. Due to daily washing, they'd seen better days.

"Underwear..." the small man stammered. "Pants. Briefs. Knickers?"

"Don't get the point, mate."

Snively knew his cheeks were burning red at this point. "It's...it's just an Overlander thing. We...we don't have fur...to...to protect us." Like Bunnie, they didn't understand. After all, male Mobian bits were contained in an internal pouch until they were ready to use them.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Take it off."

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Because...because it's...private. Why do you want to see?!"

"Heh. Because we love seeing you squirm, you little shit. So get on with it."

"No...absolutely not!" Snively's entire body quivered. He pressed back against the wall.

"Rip up his stuff," Geoffrey ordered. Tory yanked at the tanktop anew; Midge snatched up his discarded trousers.

Snively quivered, his eyes darting towards the door, his fists clenched helplessly. And then he wilted. He, quite familiar with humiliation. Gagging helplessly as Uncle choked him out. Blubbering shamelessly on his knees while the red eyes glared down. Pissing himself from cruel blows to the gut, hearing Uncle's mockery as he was made to 'clean up his mess.' Oh yes, Robotnik did enjoy a good session of the shame game.

He imagined having to walk nude through the village, desperately clutching hands over his genitalia while Sonic doubled over in laughter and Sally's lip curled in disgust. Bunnie's giggles would be the worst. Him laid out bare before her amused eyes. He wanted to scream at the thought of it.

Best to choose the lesser embarrassment then. "D-d-don't!" He whimpered, hooking his hands into his waistband. "I'm doing it, all right, just please...stop."

He pulled his briefs down to his knees and clenched his eyes shut. A barrel of laughs poured over him. Cries of disgust and mock gagging sounds.

"Yuck! Everything just hangs out everywhere?"

"No wonder Overlanders are so angry all the time. They have tiny worms in their pants!"

"Sorry Sniv, you ain't gonna impress Bunnie with that limp little maggot. Ha ha!"

Snively grit his teeth. Thinking over and over: this is nothing compared to Julian.

"Hey, that means this is what Robotnik's dink looks like too."

"Gross!"

"Sniv is real familiar with Robotnik's weird dink. Gotta keep the boss happy, right?"

This is nothing compared to Julian. His fists were white-knuckled at his sides but he kept his mouth shut. He wouldn't whimper. He wouldn't fucking cry.

The taunts continued until Geoffrey finally spat derisively. "I don't know about you, mates, but I'm gettin' sick looking at this nasty little beast."

"Yeah. I wanna play cards."

"You can put your clothes back on, you little freak."

Snively quickly pulled up his briefs, opening his eyes just in time to catch his clothes as Midge and Tory tossed them at him. He was shivering and glad to get his pants and shirt situated. The vest hung sadly askew. As soon as his boots were buckled, Geoffrey grabbed his arm.

"Think you had enough fun. It's about your bedtime."

Snively let a sigh of relief as Geoffrey dragged him towards the door. Being thrown out wasn't a heart-breaking prospect. The skunk, however, turned towards another door; the small closet right by the entry. Yanking it open, he shoved Snively in. There was the distinct turning of a lock as Snively stumbled over things in the darkness and fell to the floor.

Something hard gouged his thigh. He cursed and yanked the offending item out.

From the feel, he deduced one of Geoffrey's boots. Pink, he imagined. Hanging clothes brushed his head...he imagined they were all some shade of distilled red.

“Idiot...” He tried the handle. Yes, locked. Sullenly he kicked the door a few times, and then sank back to the floor. At least this was a reprieve from being tormented.

A line of dim light filtered from under the door, and his eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. It was a small space. He wouldn't be able to stretch out his full meager length, but he could stand without his head bumping the ceiling. Various footwear, mostly boots, stood in orderly rows. Bandoliers, shirts, and several long coats swung above.

He smirked slightly at the organization. Who was more anal, Geoffrey or Antoine?

Me, probably.

His eyes fell on a quiver of crossbow bolts. He drew one out, flipping it between his hands. For a while he sat, clutching the bolt and waiting for the door to open. From the sounds outside, they were too involved in their cards to bother with him. With a sigh, he leaned his head on the wall and closed his eyes.

He groggily opened his eyes some time later. His neck was stiff and he groaned as he lurched up to his knees. He had to piss. He wiggled the door handle, pressed his ear to the door. There was no inane chatter outside, and the light had dimmed considerably.

He growled. There was no way to know what time it was, or how long he'd been in here, but he imagined he had many long hours ahead of him. Well, fuck.

He passed a half hour in a spitefully destructive manner; yanking all Geoffrey's clothes onto the floor, kicking the orderly rows of shoes around, and snapping several of the crossbow bolts in half. With one of the bolts, he carved 'Geoffrey stinks' into the door; that immaturity done with...he grew bored and...

still had to pee. With a smirk, he eyed several hats (mostly magenta berets) on the closet's high shelf. He snatched one and after staring at the door to ensure it wasn't opening... unzipped his pants. Not usually so crass, he still got a sadistic kick out of making Geoffrey's beret all nice and soggy.

Like that, Geoffrey? The tiny worm bites back.

“Not that he'll be able to smell anything amiss... with his disgusting body odor to contend with....” He muttered and gingerly placed the soaked hat back onto the shelf. He grimaced and wiped his damp hand off on a random shirt.

With a sigh, he returned to the floor and curled up, using a wad of clothes as a pillow. The hours crept by through bursts of fitful dozing. He was shaken from sleep by the sound of footsteps.

Snively squinted, blinded as the closet door swung open.

"Good mornin'. Sleep alright, mate?"

"As snug as a bedbug."

"Fantastic," the skunk said.

Snively sneered. The lughead wasn't aware that bedbugs were nocturnal.

"And you wake up looking as ugly as one, too."

"Pfft. Just get out of my way, before I piss on your feet." Snively grumbled and shoved past him. I ought to defecate on his porch before I leave.

"No need to tell Bunnie where you stayed the night, right, mate?" Geoffrey followed him to the door. "Or any of our other fun?"

"If you're implying I'll tattle on you, that's a negative. Now sod off." Out of the wretched hut, he picked up the pace. He wanted to be well away before Geoffrey noticed the state of his closet.

"You keep talking to me like that, and I'll put you right back in there."

Snively kept walking.

Good. Then I can piss in every one of your hats.

#Junkysnivfic #Snively #I'm so mean to him 😆#This is a long one #Poopie artwork lol

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Queen of Freaks

Once upon a time, when my mother was in high school, she and all her nerd friends got a band kid voted prom king because they were all tired of the same kids winning every year. I present to you; my version of those events in the Stranger Things universe.

April Jenkins OC Bio

Masterlist

Warnings: Swearing, kinda bullying... more like a petty revenge screw over, slight angst, hurt comfort, minor implications of homophobia, happy ending

Word Count: 3,042

Summery: April wants to see a freak voted prom queen, so she decides to take matters in her own hands and run. Eddie enthusiastically champions her campaign.

“Prom queen?” Eddie asked incredulously. “Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?”

April rolled her eyes, holding her hand out. Eddie obediently ripped a piece of masking tape off the roll around his wrist and stuck it to her finger.

“It’s a protest,” She insisted, taping a corner of the poster to the wall, and holding out her hand for more tape.

“A protest of what?” Eddie asked as he obliged her.

“It’s the same kids every year that win.” April glowered at the wall as she smoothed her poster out. “It’s the same rich popular kids every year that get voted king and queen. It’s stupid and I’m sick of it.”

“So you’re running out of spite?”

“Yes. Also, I’d like to see one of us on the prom court for once.” She turned to face Eddie, hand planted on her hips. “I figure if I round up all the nerds and freaks I could have enough numbers to overpower the popular kids. There are more theater kids, band kids, art kids, book nerds, and other various outcasts than there are people who are generally liked.”

“And almost all of them don’t give a single damn about prom court anyway,” Eddie said slowly, April’s plan suddenly dawning on him. “If you got word around, they’d probably all vote for you just because they don’t know or care about any of the other kids running.”

“Exactly!” She jumped once and clapped. “And I’ve already got my theater and chorus friends on my team. I just need to get word around to the rest of the losers.”

“Say no more, babe.” Eddie wrapped an arm around her shoulders as they walked down the hall. “You've got the might of Hellfire on your side. We’ll spread this shit like it’s the gospel.”

“Really? You wanna help?”

“Of course I do, you’re my girl.” He pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “Also, you’re totally right. I would love to see a freak become prom queen.”

. . .

Eddie didn’t really have friends outside of Hellfire, but he was familiar with the rest of his kind: the losers. He sold weed to a few of the band kids, chatted with a girl in English class about Lord of the Rings, and sat by a boy in woodshop who had similar tastes in music.

He definitely wouldn’t call any of them friends, acquaintances was a more apt term. Now however, they were connections.

He casually mentioned April running for prom queen during his deals with the band kids, all of whom agreed to vote for her, and spread the word to all their friends. Cynthia, the book nerd, enthusiastically agreed to vote for April and to encourage all her other friends to vote too, remarking that she barely knew a thing about any of the others who were running. Scott from woodshop had shrugged, with a “I had no idea who to vote for anyway.”

“The little-known fact of us freaks, is that though we may be divided into factions, we can all come together when we need to.” Eddie proudly proclaimed during lunch.

Every member of Hellfire had gotten on the bandwagon, getting word to just about anyone who would remotely listen. They even championed Mark Dorsey, one of April’s friends from theater who’s agreed to run as her prom king. (Eddie wouldn’t have touched the title with a ten-foot pole. He liked Mark, and enthusiastically endorsed him.)

There was no way to tally any sense of vote before the voting actually occurred, but word on the street was that April and Mark seemed to be miles ahead of anyone else. Eddie was abnormally excited about participating in a school function- he even asked April to prom by getting down on one knee and presenting a plastic rhinestone tiara to her. He was happy and giddy for days on end.

Until he wasn’t.

Maybe it was some pathetically spiteful sense of payback that made him do it. Perhaps the idea that he and his girlfriend would lose to a pair of freaks was too much. Whatever the reason, Jason Carver, junior, star basketball player, and prospective prom king decided to have it out for Eddie.

Everyone knew he sold drugs. Everyone. It was an unspoken agreement that Eddie wasn’t to be ratted out. But Jason Carver decided to bust him despite this.

Eddie was suspended for the rest of the year, but he was assured he'd be allowed back the next year to finally graduate.

Suddenly, prom was the furthest from April’s mind. Eddie wouldn’t be able to take his final exams. He wouldn’t be able to graduate with her. Eddie, who had studied and worked his ass off so they could walk that stage together. Eddie, who’d proudly told her that ‘85 would be their year.

Eddie, who was now disallowed from any and all school functions until August.

Including prom.

“I don’t wanna go anymore,” April murmured against Eddie’s chest one night.

“Hmm?” Eddie glanced down at her, eyes glassy as he took a cigarette out of his lips.

“Prom,” She elaborated. “I don’t wanna do it anymore.”

“But you’re gonna win queen, babe.”

“We don’t know that.”

“We kinda do. You’ve got more than half the school on your side.”

“I don’t wanna go without you.” April’s voice broke, and a single tear slipped down her face. “You were supposed to be there to rub it in everyone’s stupid faces when I won. You were supposed to flip off Principal Higgins when you got your diploma. You were supposed to get out of here. This was supposed to be our year.” Her tears streamed faster. “You were supposed to graduate, Eddie! It’s not fair.”

He snuffed the cigarette out in the ashtray next to his bed and held April, guiding her face to his shoulder with a gentle hand on the back of her head. He cried with her, clutching her as he sniffled.

“I know, baby. I know.”

“You don’t get it.” She sobbed. “It’s my fault. Jason knew Mark and I were beating him and Chrissy. He knows we’re gonna win. If I’d never ran-”

“Then you wouldn’t get to give Hawkins High the middle finger it needs.” Eddie wiped his eyes, pulling April back to meet her gaze. “It sucks. It sucks that we can’t graduate together. Jason Carver sucks. But you know what? He’s fucked himself. ‘Cause now he has to deal with me for another year, and I’m gonna make his life a living hell.”

April laughed weakly, a choked sob cutting through it. “The middle finger was supposed to be your thing, love.”

“Yeah, so now you gotta do it for me. Go to that stupid dance, win that stupid popularity contest, and rub it in Jason Carver’s stupid fucking face.” Eddie kissed her fingers, then the back of her hand, her wrist, her elbow, and all the way up to her shoulder. “You and Mark have to avenge me.”

“We’ll wipe the goddamn floor with him.” April agreed, determination shining through her wet eyes.

“That’s my girl,” Eddie cooed, kissing her brow.

. . .

Eddie had driven her to prom. He’d met her at her house, marveled at her dress, taken all the pictures with her, then dropped her off with a kiss goodbye.

He never thought he’d be disappointed not to attend a school dance, but there he was: staring longingly at his girlfriend in the most queenly outfit he'd ever seen her in.

April wore a blue floor-length dress that seemed to flow off her like water with the silly plastic tiara Eddie had gotten her sparkling on her head. She wore two rings; a snake coiled around her finger that Eddie had bought her for her birthday, and one of his own rings that she’d taken months ago while he pretended not to notice. It was shaped like vampire fangs wrapped around her finger.

“I let you steal that, you know.” He remarked, bringing her fingers to his lips and kissing the ring as he helped her out of the van.

“I know. I wasn’t trying to be sneaky about it.”

Eddie drew his hands up her arms to settle on the sides of her face. “I wish I could go in there with you,” He admitted quietly. “watch you kick Carver’s ass.”

“I’ll describe it to you in vivid detail.” April promised, kissing him quickly. “He’ll be nothing but a stain on the floor when I’m done with him.”

“Aw, c’mon.” He sniggered against her. “You’ve gotta at least leave some part of him intact. Who else will I torture next year?”

“Not his girlfriend.” April said firmly. “Chrissy seems nice. I overheard her scolding Jason for ratting you out the other day.”

“Huh, really? I’ll be damned.”

“Yeah. She seems way too sweet for him.”

“She shall be spared, then.” Eddie proclaimed magnanimously, bowing deeply to April.

She laughed, pulling his back up to full height. She kissed him again. “I’m gonna go. See you in a few hours?”

“Yeah,” He murmured, squeezing her one last time before letting go. “Knock ‘em dead, hot stuff.”

She walked away backwards, blowing him kisses before she turned around and disappeared into the gym. Eddie watched her go, a melancholy smile on his face. He didn’t see the other students around him, watching and whispering as they filed in as well. He only saw her.

. . .

“Well this is slightly less fun than I’d thought it’d be.” Mark announced, plopping down in the folding chair next to April. “I might leave after the vote is announced.”

“Me too,” She sighed, leaning back with a groan. “God, I wish Eddie were here.”

“Jason Carver is an asshole.” Mark decided.

“He sure is.” April agreed. "We've gotta take him down."

"Can't let Eddie's sacrifice be in vain."

"Exactly."

Mark was quiet for a minute. “I wish I could dance with my boyfriend.” He said carefully.

April turned to face him fully. “You have a boyfriend?”

“Jamie.” He nodded, naming another theater kid.

“Jamie? Oh I should’ve known.” April laughed. “You two have been making googly eyes at each other since last year!”

“Yeah.” Mark laughed quietly, relief quickly spreading through his body as he relaxed into the plastic chair. “He’s here, but we don’t wanna dance or anything ‘cause…. Well you know.”

“Yeah.” April echoed, resting her face in her hand. “And here I am complaining about not being able to display my socially acceptable relationship for the whole school to see.”

“I didn’t tell you to make you feel bad,” Mark chuckled. “It’s okay, we can both have a sucky prom.”

April squeezed his hand briefly. “Thank you for trusting me.”

Mark smile crookedly as he squeezed back. "Don't tell anyone?"

"I'll take it to the grave, bubs."

The night dragged on agonizingly slow until Principal Higgins announced they were about to crown their prom court and asked all the candidates to come up to the raised platform. As April and Mark made their way over, none other than Chrissy Cunningham darted over and joined them.

“Hi! April, right?” She asked, fingers tangled nervously in the skirt of her flouncy pink dress.

“Yeah. Hi?” April raised both brows at the cheerleader. Sure, she was nice. April hadn’t expected her to want to talk to her, though.

“I wanted to apologize for what Jason did to you and Eddie.” She said quietly as they neared the stage. “It was totally uncalled for; he did it purely out of spite because you ran for queen.”

“I figured.” April rolled her eyes, but spared the poor girl a smile. “It’s okay, though. If anything it just made me more indignant about this whole thing.”

Chrissy giggled. “I didn’t even want to run. It was Jason’s idea.” She shrugged. “Honestly; I voted for you two.”

April let out a bark of laughter, and Mark grinned like a madman.

“I wish I could say I voted for you, but I definitely voted for myself.” April admitted.

“Me too,” Mark added, smiling sheepishly.

“That’s okay! That’s the whole point, isn’t it?” She winked, and squeezed both their arms. “Good luck!”

Stepping onto the stage, April and Chrissy shared a secret smile as they took their places in line. Principal Higgins, held a sealed envelope above his head.

“The student body president has just given me the results.” He announced. “I’d like to thank each and every one of our candidates for running.”

He paused for applause, finger tucked into the fold of the envelope for dramatic effect, waiting to rip.

“Just get it over with,” April muttered to Mark, who concealed his laughter with a cough.

Higgins finally tore open the envelope as a hush fell over the gym. He unfolded the paper inside, and scanned the contents. He almost had the perfect poker face. Almost. His eyebrows flicked upwards for a fraction of a second before he pasted a guileless across his face.

April and Mark shared a hopeful look. He grabbed her wrist excitedly.

“In second place, your prince and princess: Jason Carver and Chrissy Cunningham!” Higgins’ mouth split into an ironic smile as if to say, “I’m just as surprised as the rest of you!”

The applause started hesitantly; a smattering of people confused as to how this could’ve happened. Second place? Jason and Chrissy?

April snuck a glance over to the couple, and barely held in her laughter. Jason looked absolutely gobsmacked, and Chrissy was smiling innocently. Jason managed a smile, tight smile and a wave to the audience. He swiveled his head to catch April’s gaze, eyes narrowing when he saw her lips pressed into a thin line to contain her amusement.

Higgins gestured them forward, draping the prince and princess sashes over them. It was hilarious watching Chrissy shake Higgins’ hand and thank him gracefully as Jason gave him a curt “Thanks.”

“And your king and queen of Hawkin’s High 1985 prom: Mark Dorsey and April Jenkins!”

Their applause was twice as loud as Chrissy and Jason’s. Nerds and freaks from all factions cheered loudly as April and Mark jumped and hugged each other before stepping forward to receive their sashes and bouquets.

Mark, April, Jason and Chrissy stood center stage in a line as cameras appeared and pictures were taken. April tilted her head towards Jason, speaking softly so only he could hear her.

“Congrats, asshole. Eddie sends his regards. He can’t wait to see you again next year.”

His stiff smile fell immediately as her words sunk in. He didn’t look at her, but his eyes widened and his jaw tightened.

“Didn’t think that far, did you? Eddie gets to wreak havoc on your existence for a whole extra year, and it’s entirely your fault.”

Jason let out a strange strangled noise as the cameras continued to flash. April couldn’t wait to get her hands on the school paper when this article came out. She was going to cut out this picture and paste it on the wall of her college dorm.

. . .

Cars were already leaving the parking lot when Eddie pulled back in. He leaned against his van, watching the students trickling out of the gym. He spotted Jason, a think length of fabric crumpled in his fist, stalking towards his car. Chrissy was trailing behind him wearing a satisfied smile- practically a smirk- and a sash. Eddie squinted, straining to see the writing on it. Prom Princess 1985.

“Holy shit,” He breathed, a laugh escaping as he watched Jason slam his car door angrily while Chrissy climbed in and settled herself in the passenger seat gracefully.

Like a princess, Eddie thought with another laugh.

A sudden burst of chatter exploded from the gym doors. Following the sound, Eddie watched as a crush of students stumbled out, laughing and squealing. He recognized most of them as theater kids, and he pushed off his van to head towards them.

He watched Mark exit the group with another boy, their arms thrown around each other’s shoulders. They shouted goodbye to the group, a chorus of farewells meeting them as they jogged off.

“Hi Eddie!” Mark said cheerfully as they passed.

Eddie broke into a huge grin when he saw his Prom King 1985 sash. “Hey, congratulations. Does that mean what I think it does?”

“Hell yeah.” Mark laughed, waving as his friend tugged him away. “I’ll see you around!”

“We’ll see,” Eddie replied, waving back.

As the boys stumbled to a car, Eddie turned back to the group of students. As the crowd dissipated more and more, he started to see April’s blue dress in the center, a dazzling grin on her face, and a white sash across her torso.

“Fuck yeah!” He yelled, pumping both fists in the air. Everyone turned to look at him, but he didn’t care in the slightest. All that mattered was how April finally saw him, and how her eyes lit up.

She gathered her skirt, and made a beeline to him. “We did it, baby! We won!” She shouted as they collided.

He lifted her up in the air, twirling her around like the queen she was. “Of course you did! You fuckin’ worked for it, you earned it!”

April wrapped her arms around Eddie’s neck, giggling into his hair. “Oh, the look on Carver’s face! He was stunned! Horrified! It was glorious.”

“Ugh, I wish I could’ve seen it.” He groaned, burying his face in her neck and planting sloppy kisses on her skin.

“There’s gonna be a pretty sick photo in the school newspaper.” April grinned like a madwoman. “I hope they use the one where I told him you were gonna fuck with him next year. I think I put the fear of God in him.”

“Holy shit,” Eddie laughed. “Holy shit I fuckin’ love you so much, April.” He kissed her hard, tangling a hand in her hair. “You’re a goddamn angel.”

“I’m a queen, Edward.” She corrected, trying and failing to arrange her face into a serious expression.

“Hell yeah you are.” He cupped her face, kissing her again, slower this time. “You’re the Queen of Freaks, baby.”

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem oc #eddie munson x female oc #stranger things oc #chrissy cunningham #jason carver #eddie munson fic #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x oc

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ramp-it-up · 3 years ago

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Hi! Hope you are well and having a good day/night (time zones hehe) could i please request Wynn and CJ seeing mommy kiss “Santa” on Christmas ❤️

Hey Nonnie! It’s evening here. About 9 pm. I’m in EST. 😁

Here it is!:

Paring: Chris Evans x Reader (How I Met Your Father Au)

Word count: 1K ish

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI. The Big Christmas lie, missing child (not really) parent panic, children’s logic, allusion to loss of pregnancy, talk of divorce, kissing, allusions to sex under the Christmas tree and marital relations. Also, children getting up at the butt crack of dawn because Christmas. Mainly just fluff!

A/N: This is for My #DJs2KHolidayVisit. Thank you so much for this milestone, and thank you for this ask, Nonnie. I had fun with it! ❤️💚

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It was almost midnight when you and Chris finished setting up the toys and cleaning up from the evenings festivities. It didn’t help that Santa wanted to eat more than his milk and cookies under the tree.

You were exhausted and thinking of how early your 6 year olds were going to wake you up in the morning. You went to peek into thier rooms to make sure they were asleep.

You thought that you’d heard them moving around not too long ago. Chris was taking a shower and you were going to join him after you satisfied your mother’s urge to double check.

Your heart stopped when you looked into CJ’s room and didn’t see those curls on his pillow.

You went in for a closer look on and under his Lightning McQueen bed and in the closet.

You freaked out and ran back to your bedroom, where Chris was putting on the Buzz Lightyear Christmas pjs that matched CJ’s.

The sight made you burst into tears. You were tired and this was the first Christmas since you’d lost another pregnancy. Getting and staying pregnant again proved not to be as easy as the first time. You couldn’t lose CJ.

“Hey. What’s wrong?”

“CJ’s disappeared!”

“What?” Chris took your shoulders and looked you in the eyes. “What are you taking about?”

“He’s gone!”

Chris went to his room to see for himself. You liked all over the house and by the time you both thought to look in Wynn’s room, Chris was near hysterical as well.

You started crying again when you saw two curly tops peeking out of the covers in Wynn’s Tiana Princess canopy bed. They hadn’t done that since they were three. You flipped on the light to be sure.

The twins sat up in bed, rubbing their eyes.

“Mommy! Is it true?”

You went to the bed, sat down and grabbed both of them, you and Wynn looking like twins in your matching Tiana pjs.

“Is what true?”

You wiped your tears and tried to be composed.

“Santa is real. That’s why you’re crying.” Wynn looked up at you with big eyes.

You were confused. “What? Are you asking me if he is real?”

“No mom. That’s what I told Wynn, he’s not real. But she thinks he is. That’s why she was upset. We stayed up to see what Santa brought and saw you and Santa…” CJ looked down. “…Kissing.”

He whispered the last word.

You looked up at Chris, mouth open, speechless. He was holding in a laugh. He bent down to the twins eye level.

“Tell me what’s you’re thinking, Bubba?”

“Well, I think he can’t be real. Mommy wouldn’t kiss anyone else, not even Santa. So it was you in a Santa suit. You’re a good actor!”

CJ puffed his chest out. He was just beginning to realize who his dad was: THE Buzz Lightyear. While he spoke, Wynn burrowed into you, staring up at Chris with that quizzical look of hers on her face.

“But I saw the toys. The science kit was what I put in my private letter to Santa that we sent to the North Pole. Daddy didn’t know that. So. Mommy kissed Santa and you’re getting a divorce.”

Wynn started crying. They had a couple of kids in their classes at school whose parents were divorcing.

You looked at Chris, helpless. He smiled at you and then at the kids.

“Listen, Bubba. Princess. You two are the smartest kids I know, and you know what? You’re both right!”

You were staring open mouth at your husband, anxious to hear his explanation.

“Wynn, Baby, you’re right. Mommy wouldn’t kiss anyone else. Especially after kissing Daddy.”

You rolled your eyes at him as he sent you a wink over Wynn’s head.

“And you’re right too, CJ. It has to do with acting.”

Both you and the kids were enthralled.

“Santa is doing screen tests for his new movie, Christmas Adventures, and he saw how pretty mommy is and he wanted her to play Mrs. Claus.”

You sat back and crossed your arms, waiting to hear how this ended.

“And you know how sometimes in movies, Daddy kisses other people?”

They both nodded, they’d had lots of questions when they saw scenes from his movies.

Chris leaned in and whispered, making a face. “Just so you know. It’s yucky. Bleh. I don’t enjoy it at all, ‘cause it’s not Mommy.”

You giggled with the twins; Chris was laying it on thick.

“Well, I was right there, holding the camera. I was in the room. Did you not see me?”

The both shook their heads. You cleared your throat.

“Yes, Daddy was right there. I was acting and it was all business. And it was ‘bleh,’ just like Daddy said.”

“You did so good Mommy! You’ll probably the part!” Wynn was excited now.

“Yes! Mommy did an excellent job kissing Santa. She’ll probably get a call back.”

You elbowed Chris as you stood up and spoke to the kids.

“It is way too late for you two to be up. Are you going back to your room, CJ?”

“No, Mommy. He should stay here for oldtimesake.”

CJ nodded at Wynn’s assertion. It was so cute how they said it as one word.

“Ok, but no more talking. Go to sleep.”

Chris leaned down and tucked them in, kissing them on their foreheads. You did the same and followed Chris out of the room, turning off the light.

You stayed in the hallway listening to the murmur of the twins taking and shaking your heads at each other, grinning.

You went to your room and got in bed. You turned toward Chris.

“That was a pretty great story, Santa.”

Chris shrugged and animated his eyebrows.

“What can I say. It’s a gift.” He reached for you. “Now come here, Santa has another present for you.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you.

You laughed at Chris and he stopped, taking you in.

“You’re so beautiful, Mrs. Claus. C’mere.”

“At least the kids will probably sleep until nine or ten…” you moaned softly as Chris went under the shirt of your pj’s.

“Most definitely.”

You were awakened four hours later at 6 am by two rambunctious 7 year olds screaming “Merry Christmas” in your ears. When they saw that your eyes were open, they ran down the stairs.

You looked over at Chris.

“You start the fire, I’ll make the coffee.”

“Deal. Merry Christmas Mrs. Claus,” Chris whispered as he leaned over for a kiss.

“Merry Christmas, Santa.”

“STOP KISSING AND LETS OPEN PRESENTS!”

The twins were yelling at your bedroom door.

“Okay, okay…”

#djs2kholidayvisit #chris evans #ask dj #chris evans imagine #chris evans x black reader #chris evans x reader #how i met your father au #chris evans christmas

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moemoemammon · 3 years ago

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can we have the demon bros with an mc who's a horrible cook? (not solomon level bad though, but still pretty funky tasting.) however! they are capable of improving with practice. i'm a pretty bad cook myself so i have my eyes on this one 👁️👄👁️

MC is a Terrible Cook!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

When Lucifer introduced you to the house's dinner-making rotation schedule, he expected that you might have a little bit of trouble. After all, you're now having to come up with a meal to serve the entire family once a week.

But what he didn't expect was for you to serve poison for dinner.

Maybe you were trying to appeal to the palates of demons? But although they eat strange things, that didn't mean they'd enjoy.... whatever it is you've put on the plate.

Lucifer also thought it might've been a fluke, until you REPEATEDLY offended their taste buds with the random concoctions you created in the kitchen. And you do so with such earnest that he can't bring himself to ask you to stay away from the oven at all costs-

"I've realized that asking you to adjust to an entirely new world of cuisine is a bit harsh of me, so I've decided to enroll you in RAD's cooking class. I think you'll find it useful, and... I look forward to eating what you make. Do your best."

Mammon

Mammon can't brag about being a five star chef or anything. Hell, he's tried serving cup noodles for dinner repeatedly. But that doesn't mean he doesn't know what tastes good, and your food? Yeah uh.... this ain't it, chief.

When you ask him to sample a new dish you've tried making, Mammon's filled with giddy pride. You're asking HIM to try it out, and not his brothers! That's his human! ✨

But now he sort of wishes you'd have asked someone else. What are you, Solomon?? Or maybe human food is just like that???? Well... it ain't as bad as Sol's, but it's still funky!

It takes everything for his dramatic ass not to spit out the mouthful of food right then and there. He can't when you look so hopeful-! Damn it, stop making your eyes sparkle so much!!!

"....Th-that's a pretty interestin' flavor ya got there, MC. Real uh.... unique! But if ya REALLY wanna make food that The Great Mammon likes, I'll just have to start teachin' ya! I ain't takin' no for an answer!"

Levi

It took a long while for Levi to actually taste your cooking, considering he spent most of his days in his room eating whatever he smuggled in. But one day, your cooking had the chance to change his life forever...

All he wanted was to recreate some TSL recipes with you! It should've been simple! It was only a cursed goat sandwich with cheese, and you were in charge of the tartare sauce!

Yet somehow... you've created something so foul, Levi is sure you've made a curse instead.... It emanates a darkness that rivals that of the Lord of Corruption himself-!!!

Okay, that's a biiiit of a stretch. But why is it so??bitter??? Uh... he probably should've asked if you could cook in the first place. Maybe a little practice wouldn't hurt, but how can he say that to your face??

"Th-that looks great, MC! But um... hey, why don't we do this every weekend? You know, trying to cook together? I can look up recipes so we can improve together! Ahaha..."

Satan

Satan is pretty bright, so it didn't take him long to realize he should start eating before dinner when it's your days to cook. Don't get him wrong, he's all for new experiences, but your food leaves much to be desired.

But he's not so cruel that he'd keep letting you get away with making food like that, so he tries helping you in the kitchen. That upgrades your cooking to something tolerable, at least?

Hey... wouldn't it be funny if you snuck your food into Lucifer's meal every night? Satan's sure he'd make a great face! Ooh, or maybe you should start preparing his coffee every morning?? Somehow, you even manage to make drinks taste completely unique!

Okay, maybe he shouldn't use you like that. How about you take advantage of his collection of cookbooks instead? He wouldn't mind if it means you'll come to his room more often.

"Why don't you pack Lucifer's lunch for tomorrow? I'm sure he'd appreciate it if you surprised him with a special meal of your choosing. And afterward, you and I could start prepping for dinner together. I'll show you the recipe I found for us. I think you'll like it."

Asmo

Asmodeus isn't one to hold his tongue, so the first time he tried your cooking... well.... We could say he's pretty conditioned to eating terrible things thanks to Solomon, so yours was somewhat okay!

But seriously, there's no way he can let his sweet little MC get away with such atrocities! He's GOT to help you out ASAP!

Asmo loves all things trendy and he's always staying on top of the new and popular foods, so he suggests making them with you! Every time something's trending on Devilgram, he'll make it with you! And he'll get some great pictures for his social, too!

It's a little tedious and he's not a fan of hard work, so there are days when he outright suggests going out for lunch instead. Teaching someone to cook is tiring, you know?

"Hm? O-oh, that's right. I'm still on my diet, so I probably can't eat whatever you're making. I know I know, a shame isn't it? As much as I'd love to, I just can't! But I'll gladly eat you instead, MC~! ❤️"

Beel

.................This should be illegal.

There's no way food can taste like this, right? It's got to be cursed. Or maybe you're playing a prank on him. Between you and Solomon, Beel has decided he won't even touch human world food with a 70 foot pole.

That being said, he loves you so he'll teach you how to make Devildom food instead. You can't mess up something if he's there to help you, right? Because Beel's starting to become wary of you when you enter the kitchen, and it's not good for his health...

Lucifer doesn't mind that though, since it keeps him out of the fridge in the middle of the night. The groceries have stayed in their places for three weeks straight! ✨

"You want to make a meal from home? Um.... I think Belphie's allergic to that, so why don't we make his favorite instead? I'll teach you, so let's go shopping. And we can get a snack on the way back, too."

Belphie

Belphie spends so much time sleeping, there are times he'll even eat in his sleep! It's a feat to behold. And we all know how it's nearly impossible to wake him up from his slumber...

Yet the first time he had your food, it was enough to make his eyes open. He had to make sure it was food he was eating, and not some kind of mystery slop Mammon put in front of him as a prank.

Wait, you made this...? Is Beel okay???? He's been eating this all this time?!?!!

Belphie doesn't like troublesome things like trying to teach you how to cook, but there's no way he'll let you abuse his brother any longer. He'll do his best... And besides, it's kind of cute watching you struggle cook.

"Hey, you know that's the sugar you're holding, and not salt? If we were cooking for Lucifer I'd let you go through with it, but I have to eat this, too. Here, let's just do it together, okay? I want you to learn well so you can make my favorite meals."

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tbmaybank · 3 years ago

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He Doesn’t Need To Know (Part 3)

Warnings: drinking, cussing, some angst

Summary: a few weeks after the break up, you decide to try distracting yourself.

Part 1

Part 2

A/N: I’m not sure if there will be a part 4. So uh.. just let me know if you want more?

@k-k0129 @plutooryectors

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3 weeks. It’s been 3 long weeks without JJ. You’ve avoided him since. You haven’t hanging out with the group, so any time you’ve seen him, it’s been passing by in the house. Most nights have been you in your bed, staring at the marks on the ceiling from where your pole had been. You took it down the day after things ended. You couldn’t look at it without thinking about him, he was always asking you to dance for him after that first time. You would roll your eyes every time, but always do it. You loved his reactions when you would show off a new move you learned in class.

But that was done now. So the pole is gone. You had decided last night that you were done sulking. A tourist had asked you to go on a date tonight, and you decided to go for it. Yeah, nothing would come from it, but a distraction for a few hours would be nice. Especially since the break up seems to not have effected JJ at all. He’s acting like nothing at all has happened. You really thought he loved you. Granted, he never said he did, you just thought he did.

Checking the time, you see it’s a quarter til 6. You needed to start driving to meet your date. You check the mirror one last time. You were wearing a pink dress, that was probably too short, but you didn’t care. You felt pretty, with your makeup done all up. Throwing on your black heels, and grabbing your purse. You head out of your room.

John B and JJ are sitting on the couch laughing and drinking when you come out.

“Uh, where are you going like that?” Your brother questions you.

You shrug, heading towards the door. “Have a date tonight.”

“With who?” Both boys question at the same time.

“Does it matter?” You say, walking out. You feel bad for directing some of your annoyance with JJ towards your brother. He didn’t deserve that, but you also feel tired of him breathing down your neck constantly. You shake off the feeling, and start your car, getting excited to be around someone who doesn’t know every detail of your life for once.

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Back at the house, JJ is going crazy. A date? You’re going on a date. With who? He hasn’t seen you talking to anyone recently. And looking like that?

He wanted to take you on dates. He wanted to be dressed up and walking out that door with you, not left behind spiraling. Finishing his beer, he heads to the kitchen to get another. He decided beer wasn’t enough, and he went to the vodka he had stashed away. He did a couple shots, not noticing John B had walked in as he mumbles to himself “gotta fuck everything up.” between shots.

“You okay, man?” John B asks, causing JJ to turn around as he swallowing the most recent shot.

“Just peachy!” He says with a big fake smile. “Everything is great you know. I ruin everything, and I mean everything,” taking another shot between his rambling.

“Hey, let’s slow down on those shots okay?” He says as he tries to take the bottle from him, but JJ pulls it away.

“No man. I ruined it.” He resorts to just drinking straight out of the bottle now.

“What did you ruin? You’ve been sitting on the couch for the whole day, what could you have possibly ruined?”

JJ gets quiet now. He’s arms falling to his side, eyes watery. “I love her man. I love her, and she’s off with god knows who doing god knows what.”

John B can’t hide the shock on his face. “Y/n?” He asks, even though it’s pretty obvious that you are exactly who he was going on about. JJ just nods, looking towards the ground, leaning against the counter.

“Have you told her?” He asks as he leans next to his friend.

Shaking his head, “no, not exactly. But I-“ stopping himself as he realizes he was about to tell John B everything. “Nothing. No I haven’t told her.”

“What were you going to say?”

JJ takes a deep breath, thinking he might as well tell him. “We were together. For a few months. And I didn’t wanna hide it from you, but she was scared to tell you.”

John B felt a little anger build up, but pushed it away. Seeing JJ in this state over you made it hard to feel angry.

“But I ruined it,” JJ continues, “I got tired of lying, and I knew that even if we did come tell you, you would never approve of us, so I ended things. And now she’s moved on.”

“J, I would be fine with it. It would take time to get used to, but if you guys manage to work it out, I’ll be happy for you. But you know, if you want even a chance of it working out, you have to actually tell her how you feel.”

JJ nods, surprised that he would be okay with it. They move back to the living room for a bit, until John B eventually decided to go to bed. JJ refusing to until he knew you made it home okay. It was late, and it was unlike you to stay out so late without saying anything. Granted, it was unlike you to go on a date with someone without giving either him or your brother some details.

It was an hour later before he heard your call pull up. He had been laying there in the dark, the only light coming from the small tv in the room. He sits up though when he hears you starting to open the door.

You notice him, and turn to shut the door. “Is John B awake?” You ask, still facing the door.

“No, he went to bed a few hours ago. Did you have a good time?” He asks, trying his best to sound actually supportive. You don’t say anything though. Just kind of pick at the paint chipping off the door frame.

“I’m going to go to bed.” You say quietly as you start to head towards your room, refusing to look up from the floor.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” He asks, moving to block your path. You still refuse to look up, just repeating that you need to get to your room. “Will you please look at me?” He asks softly. When you don’t say anything, he reaches his hand up slowly, and lifts your chin so he can see you. And when he does, his stomach drops. You had been crying, pretty hard guessing by how red and swollen your eyes were.

“What happened?” He asks frantically, scanning your face. “Did he hurt you?”

“What? No, J. It’s nothing like that. He was wonderful. Super polite, and kind. It’s just… never mind.” You say and start to try to walk past him.

“It’s just what?” You hear as he follows behind you.

“He kissed me. Which under any other circumstances, would have been fine. But instead, all I could think about was you. And how it would have felt kissing you.” You admit, as you start to feel drops coming down your face again, surprised you had anything left to cry. “I know it didn’t mean anything to you, and you’re doing perfectly fine. You went right back to before anything happened, but I can’t. I can’t just pretend I don’t love you.”

He pulls you into him, hugging you close. “That’s not true y/n. It meant everything to me. It’s been killing me inside.”

“Really?” You ask as you pull away just enough so you can see his face.

Slightly smiling, he answers you. “Yes, really. I turned into such a mess when you left on that date, that I kind of ended up telling John B how I felt about you. And told him that I screwed everything up between us.”

Your eyes widen. “And he didn’t kill you?”

“No,” he says slightly laughing, “not at all. Quite the opposite, actually. Not only did he say he would be okay with us, he told me to tell you exactly how I feel about you.”

“And how do you feel about me?”

He moves his hands to gently hold the sides of your face, as he looks into your eyes. “I love you, y/n. So fucking much. I’ve loved you since I was 17. And the time we had together was the best time in my life. I’ll spend the rest of my life regretting ruining us.”

You feel your stomach doing flips at his words. Taking a moment to process what he just said, before you respond. “You didn’t ruin us.” You say, before pulling him into a kiss, which he gladly returns.

“Does this mean you’re mine again?” He asks against your lips.

“I believe it does,” kissing him again, “but this time, no hiding it.”

“Oh, I can handle that.”

Even though you now knew your brother would be okay with it, you were still slightly nervous to tell him, and the rest of the group, in the morning. But you knew it would be fine with JJ by your side.

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#outer banks imagine #outer banks #jj maybank series #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #JJ maybank #jj maybank x y/n

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edna-skiffens · 4 years ago

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The Best Medicine

Summary: You are in the hospital, but you can never sleep in hospitals. Good thing you have a very attractive night shift nurse who is willing to help out.

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: hospitals, light med talk, bad medical writing, fluff

A/N: Please ignore the plot holes or the fact that this isn’t the most realistic and also I know this isn’t how discharge works at the hospital.. It’s called fiction for a reason, darling. Also, I left the reason the reader is in the hospital open ended bc some of us may have medical conditions/reasons that we can attach to this, but if not I tried to keep it vague enough on purpose so that you can imagine whatever. Also if you like Nurse!Tom and have requests for him lmk bc i’m happy to write for him.

Toss and turn. Toss and turn. The routine was getting old. This was your third night in the hospital and sleep just wasn’t coming to you.

Maybe it was the medicine they had you on. Maybe it was the constant symphony of sounds and people passing in the hallway. Maybe it was because you weren’t at home in your own bed.

Maybe it was just because you were in the hospital.

You couldn’t be sure. What you were sure of is that you weren’t falling asleep anytime soon.

Feeling another presence in the room, you looked from the ceiling to the doorway where you saw Tom, one of the night shift nurses, standing cautiously.

“I didn’t wake you did I?” He asked as he eased his way inside.

“Nope.”

“So no sleep again, huh?”

“Nope.”

“Sorry darling. Let’s go ahead and get these vitals over with.” He took your blood pressure, oxygen levels, temperature and wrote it down in your chart. Putting the clipboard back on its hook at the end of the bed, he looked up at your tired face. “Okay. So now about that sleep. What do you think will help?”

“Not being in the hospital.”

He chuckled lightly while walking back towards your bedside.

“I know. You hate it here. You’ve made that very clear and I try not to take too much offense to it.” You let out a slight laugh and held back the fact that he was the best part of this whole experience. He almost made it worth it. “I’m sorry we can’t give you any sleeping medication. Do you think it’ll help if I talk to you?”

“You mean tell me bedtime stories?” You couldn’t help but tease him at the adorable suggestion, though it sent a swarm of butterflies off in your stomach.

“I was thinking more like bore you ‘till you fell asleep. But whatever works.”

“You’re the nurse. If you think it’ll help.” You both sat there smirking at each other for a moment. Something unspoken floating in the air between you two.

“Well, I need to finish my round of vitals first. I’ll come check on you when I’m done and if you’re still up we’ll see about those stories.”

“I’ll be here.”

About fifteen or twenty minutes later you heard a light tap on your door followed by “Still awake?”

“Always.”

“You up for a chat?” Tom asked as he made his way to the stool then rolled slightly closer to your bed.

“Got nothing better to do.” You teased again.

“Okay. Well you should probably lay down.”

“Oh. It’s going to be that kind of story, huh?” His laugh was so beautiful and you were happy you were the cause of it.

“No.” He corrected in between laughs “The goal is to get you to sleep. So sitting up won’t help.”

“Right. Right.”

“Well.. anything in particular you’d like to talk about?”

“Why did you choose to become a nurse?”

“Ahhh. Good question. So I actually went to an art school.” You couldn’t help the brief expression of surprise that crossed your face. “I know. Shocking. I did training specifically in dance and gymnastics and I loved it.”

“Wait, so what happened?” You asked, turning on your side to face him more comfortably.

“Well one day we were rehearsing for a show and I fell. Ruined my knee. Had to do physical therapy for months. I tried to get back into it, but it just wasn’t the same. However, through that process I learned a lot about medicine and the health side of things. It really turned me on to it. And when my Plan A got a bit messed up I thought ‘hey, this could work’. So far it’s treated me pretty well.”

You smiled at Tom, admiring his passion for his career and the determination he had to keep pushing after his accident. You enjoyed hearing him talk about it too. If you didn’t know any better you would say it was helping you relax.

“My story that boring?”

“Obviously.”

“Your sarcasm has no end.”

“Oh… goodness.. you thought that was sarcasm?”

Tom only laughed and shook his head the way he often did with you.

You may just have been his patient and he may have just been your nurse, but you both bonded. He kept you company and gave you comfort. In return, you kept him entertained during the quiet night shifts.

“I’m not going to sleep. I'm just resting my eyes. But still listening.” You told him as you nestled further into the hospital bed, trying to find a position that would make it comfortable.

“Okay, darling.” He grinned at you.

“Tell me more. What kind of-” You had to stop to yawn, “What kind of art stuff did you do?”

“Oh. Well, I was in a few musicals. I really enjoyed dancing. I did ballet ever since I was young and I love the control I have over my body. The tricks I can do with gymnastics or the turns and leaps. I mean I can’t do them to that level anymore, but I try to stay active.” He glanced up and noticed you hadn’t moved, “Are you still with me?”

“Mhm.” You barely respond.

“Okay. Well it was a performing arts school so we really were trained in many areas. We had classes in acting, singing, dancing, all of it. It was a lot of fun and I met my best friends there.”

Tom began telling stories about his time at school. Before he knew it, he lost himself and track of time. He looked back at you, quiet and still.

“Y/N?” You were finally asleep. “Goodnight, darling.” He whispered as he gently made his exit.

Because Tom worked the night shift, you never saw him when you woke in the morning. Instead, Tanya, a sweet nurse that felt like a big sister, or Linda, Nurse Ratched in the flesh, came in for morning vitals and meds.

You counted down the days until your release. Life in the hospital was pretty uneventful with the limit on visitors and limited activity. There’s only so many sitcoms one can take in a given timespan. The only thing that you really looked forward to each night was when Tom clocked in.

“Hi Y/N.”

“Hi Tom.” You would smile at each other.

“How are we feeling today?”

“Better. Ready to get out of here.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear you are feeling better and still ready to jailbreak.” He smiled while writing something down on your chart. “They should be bringing up your dinner tray soon and then I’ll bring by your evening meds after that.”

“Okay.”

“If you need me you know what to do.” He called to you before walking out the door.

You were disappointed when Shelley brought your evening meds by later. She was a nice enough nurse. She just wasn’t Tom.

You’d grown accustomed to mainly having him as your nurse during the evening shift. At first you weren’t sure if it was coincidence or on purpose, but after a few nights of staying up and talking, you grew closer to him. You saw less of the other nursing staff and more of Tom.

You tried not to build anything up in your head. You were sure everything he was doing was in his job description and a part of being a good nurse.

He would sneak you extra pudding cups from the cafeteria and bring you an extra heated blanket because you could never stay warm. If you needed a new IV, he held your hand to ease the anxiety. He kept you company and made you feel less alone in such a sterile and intimidating place. And when he noticed you had trouble sleeping he chose to sit with you to help you fall asleep. You couldn’t help the butterflies that built in your stomach.

It became a sort of routine. He checked on you during evening vitals, even if someone else was doing them, and you were always still awake. He would then come and sit with you and chat for a bit, telling you different stories until you eventually fell asleep.

Some nights when you were extra restless he would help you walk the halls.

“The doctors have to see you’re stable enough before you can be discharged. Plus, maybe it’ll tire you out.” He suggested.

He would help get your IV pole ready so you could walk with it. He helped you into your slippers and eased you out of bed after passing you your robe.

Walking the hall slowly, Tom knew he had to remain professional, yet he found a few excuses to graze his hand across your back to ‘steady you’ when you turned corners or he thought you were looking tired.

“It might take me a while to get back to my usual jogs in the park, huh?” You laughed in spite of yourself.

“You’ll get there. Baby steps.” He encouraged, as you turned around the Nurse’s Station. You missed the faces the other night shift nurses were giving you both, but Tom was sure to subtly flick them off. “So, do you like running?” He asked as you headed back towards your room.

Throughout your late nights together, he told you of his three younger brothers and his dog named Tessa. You spoke about what you would do when you were out of hospital. He talked about his friends and flatmates and the adventures they had. He told you many stories, but each morning when you woke up he was clocked out and the day shift nurses were there.

Tonight was your last night. You’re set to be discharged tomorrow and while you are ecstatic to go home, you’re going to miss one thing about this place.

“I bet you’re too excited to sleep tonight. I don’t know if my stories will even help.” Tom said as he sat down next to you.

You smiled up to him sweetly.

“What are you looking forward to the most once you get out of here?”

“Sleeping in my own bed.”

“Well that’s no surprise.” Tom laughed, a contagious sound making you giggle as well. “Isn’t there anything you’ll miss about this place?”

“Yeah.” He smiled “There’s one thing.”

“What’s that?” He asks.

“The pudding cups.”

“Ahh the pudding cups of course.” You giggled while fiddling with the IV line.

“They just don’t taste the same in the outside world.”

His smile grew wider as you giggled.

“No, but really. As much as I give this place grief and say I’m ready to get out of here - which I am,” You gave him a pointed look to which he held his hands up in mock surrender, fully believing you, “it hasn’t been too terribly awful I guess.”

“Oh, well, I’m glad we could make your stay not too terribly awful.. I guess.” He teased. “Do you have anything exciting to look forward to once you’re a free woman?”

“Nothing huge planned, really. The doctors did say to take it easy.”

“That’d be wise.”

“Yeah. I’ll just lay low for a while. My sister said she may try to come visit me though so that would be nice.”

“Oh that would be nice. She’s your older sister right?”

“Right. She moved away last year to be closer to her boyfriend.”

“Ah. Do you like him?”

“Sorry?”

“This boyfriend. Do you like him?”

“He’s alright, I suppose. He makes her happy.” Tom nodded along.

“And do you have a boyfriend that makes you happy?”

“N-No. No I don’t. Not at the moment.” You began fiddling with the IV cord again.

“No boyfriend or not a boyfriend that makes you happy?” He asked.

“Neither.”

“Well that’s a shame.” If the heart monitor was connected you would’ve been screwed. “I just mean someone needs to look after you once you get home. I hope this sister comes through for a visit. You’ve got to take it easy.”

“Oh I’ll be fine.”

“I’m sure you will be.” He smiled.

“How has your shift been tonight? Busy?” You asked, fighting back a yawn.

“A bit busier than usual. There was a slight emergency earlier which is why Shelley handed out meds tonight. Sorry I didn’t come around.”

“It’s alright. I know you have other patients.”

“Yeah, but none like you.” You were sure he said that to all of his patients. After all, you’ve heard similar lines ever since you went to the pediatrician as a child. But it still gave you butterflies.

“Are you getting sleepy?”

“A little. But it’s okay.” He gave you a pointed look but continued to talk anyway. “It’s the last night. One final request for storytime. Make it a good one.”

You thought for a moment before asking your question.

“Do you ever wish that life turned out differently? That you never had your accident and you could’ve followed your dreams to be a dancer?” You asked while turning on your side and getting more comfortable.

“Sometimes. At least, I used to. But I think I’ve accepted it now. And I really can’t see myself doing anything but this.” You nodded taking in his answer “I look at it this way. If it wasn’t for my injury then I never would’ve changed my career path and found my love for medicine. I never would have made so many of the friends I’ve made or the memories I’ve made. I never would have met you.” He finishes with a sweet smile.

“That’s a very positive way of looking at it.” You told him. “Be honest, are you a therapist during the day?” He laughed out loud.

“No. I’m not. I guess I’m a big believer in ‘everything happens for a reason’.” You nodded while covering a yawn.

“So I’ve been curious to ask you,” He began, “Do you usually have this much trouble sleeping? Because you can get help for that you know?” You smiled at him.

“What? I thought a night nurse talking to you was the cure?” Tom smirked and shook his head. “I’m kidding. No, I normally don’t. It’s just the stiff sheets and hospital sounds I think.”

“Darn hospital.” He rolled his eyes and joked. “So this time tomorrow you’ll be sound asleep in your own bed then?”

You knew it was meant to be a happy statement, but you were a little sad at the thought of not having any more late night chats with Tom.

“Yes. Thank God.” You forced a smile.

You felt another yawn coming and tried to hold it back. It was already past the usual time that you fell asleep.

Tom could tell you were exhausted so he launched into a story from nursing school, hoping to lull you to sleep.

You yawned your way through listening, trying to soak up every last moment with Tom. In the morning he wouldn’t be here. You’d leave and likely never see him again.

When he finished, your eyes were half open and he wondered how you were still awake. Or maybe why.

“Why are you fighting it? The point is to sleep. Give in.” He told you gently after another yawn.

You looked up at him, half asleep and rubbing your eyes, not finding the confidence to tell him the true reason you were trying to stay awake.

“I’m happy right now.”

He smiled down at you.

“I am too. But you need your sleep, darling.” You weren’t sure what to say and you didn’t have much energy left in you anyway. “How about this. I’ve probably been in here too long as it is. Let me go check in at the Nurse’s Station and then I’ll come back and check on you soon and see if you’re still awake okay?”

The thought that he was leaving gave you a sad feeling in your stomach. You tried to remind yourself that he was just your nurse. Nothing more.

“Okay.” You smiled at him, sleepily, while settling further into the bed.

He stood up and instead of walking towards the door he walked closer to you. He grabbed the thin, white hospital blanket and pulled it closer around your shoulders.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He whispered before he walked to the door.

“Tom?” You called out just before he opened it. He turned around with an expectant look, “Thanks for everything.”

Even though the room was dim you could see his smile.

“You’re welcome, Y/N. Get some sleep.”

You don’t remember much after that. You don’t know if Tom came back to check on you. You just remember falling asleep with a smile on your face.

When you woke up the following morning it felt like any other morning in the hospital.

The hallways were much louder. Beeps, chatter, and phones were constant. The lights were brighter.

But you were quickly reminded that it wasn’t any other morning. You were going home today.

The door creaked open and Tanya, one of your regular daytime nurses, poked her head in.

“Oh good you’re up.” She made her way inside and over to the gloves. “How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty good. Thanks.” She gave you a smile, something hidden behind it.

“I’m sure.” She said quietly to herself. You gave her a questioning look. “Oh I just mean I’m sure you’re excited to get out of here.”

You nodded as she took your vitals one last time.

“Everything looks good. What do you say about getting this IV out?”

“I say that sounds amazing.”

She took it out and bandaged up your arm while informing you of how the morning would go.

“Dr. McCoy is making rounds now then he’ll be by soon to go over your discharge. You can get dressed whenever you’re ready. If you need help, buzz me. You’ll still have a breakfast tray come, but you don’t have to eat it.” She gave you a wink while taking off her gloves.

“Thanks Tanya.”

“Of course, sweetie. And in case I don’t see you before you go, you’ve been a wonderful patient. Take care of yourself.” You smiled at her as she left you to change into some leggings and a sweatshirt.

You were packing your remaining things into your bag when your doctor walked in.

“Y/N! How are we doing today?”

“We’re doing great because we’re going home.” You smiled while taking a seat to rest for a few minutes.

“I know you’re excited.” He laughed before explaining the conditions of your discharge. You had medicines to take, a follow up appointment, and strict instructions to rest for the next few weeks. After signing some forms he left you with a stack of papers. “Is someone coming to pick you up?”

“Yeah my neighbor should be here within an hour.”

“Sounds good. Don’t hesitate to call us or come back in if you have any trouble or questions.”

“Will do. Thanks.”

A few minutes after he left a nurse brought in your breakfast tray. There wasn’t much of a point for it but since your discharge wasn’t technically until 10:30 am you were still a patient during breakfast.

You took the pudding cup that you requested with every meal off the tray before sliding it away. Smiling to yourself, you tucked it away in your bag. All you had left to do was wait for 10:30.

Tanya came in to check on you again and told you to buzz the Nurse’s Station when you knew your ride was here. At 10:27 you had a text from your neighbor that they were out front in the pickup zone. So you hit the call button.

“Yes?” Linda, the scariest dayshift nurse, answered.

“Um hi. Tanya told me to buzz in when my ride was here so I could go down.”

“Okay we’ll be right in.”

Not even a minute later you heard your door open. Expecting to see Tanya or maybe even Linda you looked up.

An audible gasp left your lips when Tom stood in your doorway with a wheelchair.

“I hear someone needs a ride?” He smiled as he made his way closer to the bed.

“Tom. What are you still doing here?”

“I pulled a double.” You wanted to ask why, but decided against it. You were still in a little bit of shock from seeing him again. “If you’d rather I can go get Linda to walk you down?” He pointed back towards your door.

“No! No.. I’m just surprised s’all.”

“Well come on. I thought you’d be running out of this place once the clock hit 10:30.” Glancing up you saw it was now 10:34. Your neighbor is probably tired of waiting already.

You grabbed your discharge papers and reached for your bag when you heard, “I got it.” Smiling at him, you sat down in the wheelchair. Tom placed the bag around his shoulder and kicked the brakes off the chair. “Ready?” You nodded up at him.

He rolled you out of the room that felt so small for a final time. You passed the Nurse’s Station and waved bye to the staff. He turned by the elevators and when you looked up at him in question, he read your mind. Looked down at you he said, “We’re taking the staff elevators.”

When you made it there he hit the button, turning you around and backing you in once the doors opened. He hit the button for the Lobby and leaned up against the wall of the elevator, briefly glancing at you, as you rode down together.

“Well you made it. You’re a free woman.” He smiled shyly.

“Yippee.” He met your eyes for a moment before looking back to the floor. The dynamics felt different. It wasn’t like your late night talks together.

“Listen, Y/N.” Tom began as he stood up from the wall and faced you. He was about to continue when the elevator ding cut him off, signaling you had reached your destination.

Maybe that was what was different. You had reached your destination.

You had a fun time talking with Tom and entertaining each other when you were both up late at night. He was fun to get to know and you enjoyed having someone care for you. He was easy to banter with and certainly easy on the eyes. But your time at the hospital was up. You knew it would be eventually. You wanted it to be.

Tom was a nurse. He was just doing his job. He was helping take care of you. He was being nice. He was trying to make your stay more comfortable. There was nothing to read into.

Your time being his patient was up and your time with him was up.

You tried to remain realistic, but the sadness still crept up as he rolled you closer to the door.

Once outside, you saw your neighbor exit the car and wave you over. Tom steered in the direction and slowed before rolling to a stop and hitting the brake locks on the wheels.

“Hi, I’m Taylor.”

“Tom.” They shook hands as Tom passed off your bag for Taylor to put in the backseat.

“I’m sorry for the circumstances, but it really has been a pleasure having you as a patient and getting to know you, Y/N.” Tom admitted as he walked around to face you. He grabbed the papers from your lap. “Take care of yourself, okay?” You had shared many smiles with Tom, but this one felt sadder.

“I will. Thank you for everything, Tom. I mean it.” You reached up and squeezed his hand. He gave you a light squeeze back while smiling down at you. Taylor returned from the backseat of the car and Tom turned to them.

“These are her important papers about follow up appointments, medications, what to do at home, all of that so please make sure she doesn’t lose any of them.” He emphasized the point.

“Got it. Thanks.” Taylor held onto the stack while Tom turned back to you.

“If I can’t handle a few papers on my own, then maybe I shouldn’t be going home yet, Tom.” You laughed.

“I know, I just wanted to make sure they made it home with you.” He walked closer. “You ready to get in?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. He helped you up, supporting you just as a precaution. Once seated, you took a moment to catch your breath as you pulled the seatbelt down. He met your hand, taking it from you to buckle you in.

“You good?”

You nodded with a smile, “Just a little tired. No biggie.”

He looked you over before returning your smile, though his didn’t quite reach his eyes, “If you need us, call us. Otherwise go home and rest.”

This was it. This was goodbye.

“Thanks, Tom.”

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

He shut the door. He walked back to the wheelchair, released the brake locks and headed inside. He looked back only when your car was driving away.

“Here’s those papers that are so important.” Taylor handed you the stack after they got in.

“Thanks.”

“So how are you feeling?”

“Better. Thanks.” You felt them looking at you as they joined traffic.

“You sure? You sound like you feel awful.”

You try to remind yourself to forget the sweet and attractive nurse and start moving forward.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m okay.” You decide to distract yourself by reading through your discharge paperwork, when something caught your eye. On top was a sticky note with the hospital’s letterhead. You were sure it wasn’t there before. Looking closer it read,

Y/N,

In case you need someone to talk to when you can’t sleep.

555-5555

P. S. I have a connection to some pretty good pudding cups too.

Tom

The smile that grew on your face was undeniable. All the feelings you suppressed came flooding in. He wasn’t just being nice. He actually liked you.

One thing you knew for sure was that even though you would be in your own bed tonight, you still would be up, talking to a very special nurse.

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Lost a bet - positions

Prompt:

So you lost a bet and posted that you wanted to try out some sex positions and were looking for volunteers. As soon as you were allowed, you were going to go delete it, but then you looked at the replies. Who said they wanted to do each one with you?

How it works:

Go to “Random.org”.

Click on “Lists & More” and then “Lists Randomised”.

Enter the names of 18+ people/characters.

Use the first 10 to find out who volunteered for each one.

PS: This is my first time posting on tumblr so the sizes of things, font and all those kinda things might be a little wacky, but I’ll try to fix it afterwards.

You can check out my other stories at AFF. Now, enjoy reading 10 bad smuts to fulfill your daily bad smuts quota.

Oh yeah nearly forgot, thanks to @existslikepristin for the tag.

Rosé - Missionary

“Everything I need is on the ground.”

The music ends, the ending pose done, everyone claps. Today is the last day of practice before Rosé’s solo debut tomorrow afternoon.

You went to the showers in the dance studio after debriefing. A cold shower does wonders for relieving body ache after intense practice sessions.

As you prepared to leave the studio, you saw Rosé still practicing by herself, wearing the tight short skirt outfit she’s about to perform in tomorrow.

Rosé bent forward as the music reached the chorus, her safety shorts failed to adequately cover up her butt cheeks as they came into your view. Your pants abruptly got tight at the sight.

You desperately try to divert your attention as Rosé caught you staring at her. Instead of calling you out about it, she began twerking harder, letting her plump butt freely bounce in front of you.

“Like what you’re seeing?”

“Yes…..” You shyly replied

“Well I could use some releasing, haven’t had a cock for a while.”

She lowered her skirt and panties in a single stroke, “How you like that?”

“Huh?”

“I mean how would you like to fuck me?”

“Missionary please, I’d like to see your face.”

She lays down on the floor and spreads her legs wide, “Vanilla huh, I like it. I’m already on the ground, what are you waiting for?”

You’ve finally realised the true meaning of “Everything I need is on the ground”. Let’s just hope that both of you won’t be too tired to perform tomorrow.

Doggy - IU

Having a bubbly and needy girlfriend like Jieun can be both a blessing and a curse.

The blessing, a very fulfilling sex life, anytime and anywhere.

The curse, it’s hard to reject her when she wants them but you don’t. Her aegyos and delicate moans were like cheat codes that made you do whatever she told you to.

In the present, you’re faced with two very major problems you had to deal with. On one hand, you had a report and 2 proposal you needed to turn in by tomorrow

On the other hand, you had a needy girlfriend who’s willing to do anything to get you to fuck her.

Jieun had been doing everything she could to get you off work and pay attention to her. She started with strip tease, lap dance, progressing to slowly jerking you off and giving you a messy blowjob.

You had nearly given up, a few moans escaped your mouth, but in the end you were still working, and Jieun was also still working. She released your cock from her mouth and went to the bed.

Immediately, you heard sounds of wet flesh and Jieun’s soft moans.

“Ahhhh, why are you still working? You could be here balls deep in me. Ahhhhh, it would be better if it’s your giant cock inside me instead of my slim finger.”

That nearly tempted you off. Your cock was growing hard again, your hand slowly stroking it along to the beat of Jieun’s moans.

“Look at me!” She shouted. In hindsight, you shouldn’t have looked. The moment you turn your head, there is no going back.

Jieun was on all fours, her fingers in her pussy slowly pumping off.

“Come fuck your little slut. Look at how wet I am for you.”

Magnetized by her pussy, you gave up work and went over and grabbed her hips.

“You nasty little slut, distracting me from doing actual work. Now let me punish you.”

“Oh yeah, punish your little slut. Fill her with your cum and send her to heaven.”

Suffice to say your bosses were not impressed when you said you had to take care of your pet yesterday and couldn’t finish your work.

Cow girl - Jessica

Why are you in a 5 star hotel again? Oh yeah, you were at a family gathering with your wife Jessica.

But why does she look so mad? Did you piss her off doing something stupid again?

“Do you know why I’m mad right now?”

“No……” A ringing slap on your left cheek.

“Please explain why were you fucking my sister during the family gathering?”

Oh yeah, now you remember. Krystal was seducing you during dinner, which ended up with you getting caught by Jessica while cumming inside Krystal in their family house bathroom.

“Well……. Krystal was seducing me, and you did say it’s ok to touch your sister right?” A ringing slap on your right cheek.

“I said only when I’m not available. I was prepared to give you a surprise but you decided to be a bad boy.”

Jessica took off her bathrobe and revealed the red lacy lingerie underneath it.

Red - the ultimate colour of seduction. Jessica certainly knew how to get you fired up. Luckily for you, you too knew how to get her fired up.

Hug her hips, hand on her butt, face in front of her pussy “I’m sorry mommy, I have been a bad boy, please forgive me.”

“Ahhhh” Jessica moaned and pushed you down onto the bed hard. “You’ve been a really bad boy. Now let me ride you.”

“Yes. Please mommy.”

69 - Miyeon

“Hey Miyeon, look at me! I’m sliding down the slide upside down.”

She ignored you.

Miyeon had been acting all weird today. Like she was pretty weird normally but today even more so.

She told you she wanted to do something fun today, and then she brought you out to a playground in the middle of nowhere.

Was she going through nostalgia and wanted to relive her childhood? That doesn’t seem like it. She had been looking around scanning the area ever since you got here. What was she looking for, there’s nothing and no one in the vicinity.

“Hey baby, what are you doing?”

She approaches you with a smirk and grabs your crotch, gently rubbing it.

“Baby, I told you I want to do something fun right. Let’s fuck right here. Nobody is watching.”

“What…….” Before you could speak, Miyeon had unzipped your pants and started sucking your already hard cock.

“Can you at least let me sit upright first?”

“No, 69 is part of the fun. Now shut up and eat my pussy.”

“You’re one kinky girl Miyeon.”

Downward dog - Shuhua

You loved your job as a yoga instructor, and having your classes famous among idols is a huge reason for it.

It started out with Yerin and your extra sessions. Apparently she liked it so much that she introduced Joy to join your extra sessions too.

Since then, idols had been coming so frequently that you’ve had to space out the appointments as your body couldn’t keep up with the number of sessions.

Last week it was Yves and Chuu and this week it will be Shuhua.

“Hi Shuhua, how are you feeling today?”

“Great, just a bit stiff. I’ll need some help with stretching later, maybe your pole can be handy.”

“Alright, do you want to start off slow or go straight to the extra sessions.”

“Be fast please, I’m impatient.”

“Alright then, let’s start off with the downward dog pose. Put your hand on the floor and raise your hips up.”

“Good, looks like you have been following my advice and putting in extra work. Your thighs look very meaty.”

“I’ve been doing a lot of leg work recently.”

“I’ll message your butt and help you relax your muscles.”

“It feels great, please don’t stop.”

“What is this Shuhua, why is there a wet spot in between your thighs?”

“Ahhh, don’t tease me please.”

“Oh no, no panties. You’re a naughty student. Let me punish you.”

“Yes please, use your cock to help me stretch out my thigh pussy.”

Side saddle - Yuju

Some come to the beach for the relieving feeling, some for the tan, some for the sea breeze. But you’re here for the bikinis and tiddies.

Sitting under your beach umbrella, you can usually see a whole beach of beauties enjoying themselves. But not today.

The beach is desolate today, not much to see. Just the occasional family with nothing impressive, not the usual group of eye candies.

The weather is beginning to turn and you prepare to abort. Just as you’re about to leave, you spot a lady sporting a red bikini slowly approaching from afar, heading towards your direction.

As she nears, you observe her fit body, her abs and her beautiful appearance.

“Hey, why are you here at the beach?”

“I came here for a walk. But it seems like the weather today is not cooperative.”

“That’s unfortunate, maybe we can do something together to create some memories and remedy that.”

She scans your body. Instinctively, you flex up your abs.

“Alright, but we do it my way.”

She sits on top of your crotch which starts pumping up with blood. You scan around for one more time to ensure no one is watching.

While you scout, Yuju is busy relieving your cock from your pants and inserting it through her bikini bottom.

She begins bouncing on you slowly. The cold winds contrasted with the interior warmth of her pussy, heightening the experience.

Some come to the beach for the relieving feeling, some for the bikini and tiddies. But you’re here for the fuck.

Throat Swab - Jiho

A rich heiress by the name of Jiho has recently come under your radar. Her mansion was outside of the town and she lives really lowkey.

Made a rough survey of her mansion, it seems relatively lightly guarded given her wealth. No one except her servants went in and out of the mansion, not even Jiho herself had left the mansion throughout the few days.

Clock struck 12, sneaked into the mansion from the back door without anyone noticing

Circling around the mansion, surprised by how empty it is inside given the luxurious exterior. The heiress living inside must be pretty lonely.

Made your way to the master bedroom. Jiho sleeping elegantly in her princess themed bed.

Tied her up on her bed with ropes

Ransacked her mansion, took away many valuables. Heard a loud scream from the master bedroom

With lightning speed, headed to the source of the sound. Found Jiho struggling with her hands tied up

“What are you doing, let me go.”

“Shut up you nasty bi*** “ Placed your palm on her face to quiet her.

Instead of resisting, Jiho surprisingly licked your palm in a circular motion, her eyes telling you of her desire

Stuck your fingers into her mouth and she dutifully sucked it with vigour.

“You’re a needy little slut I see. You’re being kidnapped and yet you’re sucking my fingers”

“It has been a long time since I've seen a man. It’s natural to be needy.”

Released her, knowing she won’t run away. Brought her to the edge of the bed with her head hanging from the bed.

“I still need to keep you quiet, maybe I should stuff your mouth with my cock”

“Please fuck my mouth, please.”

Pearly Gates - Arin

You’ve always thought Arin was the good girl type. The type that would be shy about sex.

However, after a date started off with her sucking you off in the car, feet playing with your cock under the restaurant table, ass grinding on your crotch in an elevator and her hand guiding yours while touching her pussy in the cinema, you threw away all your dumb assumptions.

After a libidinous date, you came home utterly exhausted and immediately fell into your bed.

As you slowly dozed off to dreamland, Arin crashes on top of you, waking you up.

Instinctively you moved your hand to embrace her whilst both of you gradually drifted into slumber.

Your legs suddenly felt numb and a need to move them. Finding your legs trapped under Arin’s legs, the only way to move them was to spread out her legs.

Your legs slowly spreaded Arin’s legs out and you heard a barely audible moan from her.

Arin turned around with a soft smile and raspy voice “You still got juice to try out a new position?” and began grinding her posterior on you to get you in the mood again.

You quickly moved to remove the bottoms for the both of you “What’s this new position you’re talking about?”

“It’s called pearly gates, I learned it from reading a smut challenge.”

She impaled herself on your cock from above as you felt her being more tight in this position

The sex was great, and lucky for you Arin did not eat much for dinner.

Stand and Carry - Minju

“Ha, you suck at Mario Kart.”

“Yeah, yeah, you won. What do you want?”

“Carry me to the ice cream shop.”

“Can’t you walk yourself? You’re heavy, you know.” Despite bickering, you willingly bent down and told Minju to get on your back.

However, she refused and insisted on being carried on the front.

Minju wrapped her legs around your waist and you felt her moist core pushed up against your crotch.

“No panties?”

“Shut up, just go.”

You’re sure she already felt it but your cock was rock hard and bulging out after knowing your girlfriend’s kinky behavior.

As you carried her towards the store, every little movement and vibration of a step caused your clothed bulge to rub against Minju’s bare pussy.

Minju tried her best to hold back her moans but occasionally some slipped out which attracted the attention of people nearby.

Not only do you have to deal with the weird glances from the passersby, but also your internal desire to fuck Minju then and there.

At the last 100 meters, Minju’s soft moans suddenly became a deep groan, her whole body gripped on yours as she orgasms. A gush of fluid wettens your pants on the crotch area.

Just as Minju recovered from her bliss, you spotted an empty alley and headed there.

Making quick work of your pants with Minju still hanging on you, you swiftly inserted your cock into her drenched pussy.

Guess she won’t have a clean skirt to go home with.

Spooning - Taeyeon

*This one is a little long

After watching Aladdin at the cinema, you headed home alone.

Windy, starry night, with roads empty due to the cold weather. You enjoyed this lonely feeling, it was what you’re used to after all. It brought peace to your mind, away from the loneliness in your shack, away from the judging eyes of society.

All was good until a shady looking fella approached from the opposite direction. He was carrying a big gunny bag behind him, panting. It must’ve been heavy.

At first glance, you would’ve assumed him to be a murderer, carrying a fresh corpse behind him.

He approaches you and tells you hastily “Do you want a body pillow? It has a really beautiful lady on it.”

Totally weirded out. “No thanks, I have no use for it.”

“Just take it, bye.” He dumped the bag onto you, the weight of the bag bringing you down to the ground. He’s nowhere to be seen after you stood back up, disappeared into the wind.

Not wanting to be fined for random disposal of garbage, you carried the gunny bag home. The road home was an ascend, filled with potholes and untamed bushes, fitting for the blighted part of town you live in. Those combined with your fat figure made you pant the whole way home.

You carried the gunny bag home and opened the thing inside. Well at least he wasn’t lying when he said it had a beautiful lady on it at least.

Beauty is relative, but the woman on the pillow was undoubtedly a good view for the eye, especially when compared to your face which only your mum could love.

The day was a long one for you. You were prepared to go to bed by then. Instead of throwing it away, you just hugged the body pillow and went to sleep.

Sleeping naked, you wanted to rub the magic lamp before sleeping, but ultimately decided against it. Whilst falling asleep, you subconsciously rubbed the body pillow a few times, its material comfy enough to not become trash.

Suddenly a weird smoke came out from the body pillow followed by a bright glow of light.

You were temporarily blinded but when you regained vision you saw a fine lady in front of you.

“Hi, my name is Taeyeon. I’m genie for you boy. Tell me your wish”

“Damn, I must’ve been way too absorbed in the movie to be dreaming like this.” You thought.

“You’re not dreaming sir, I will fulfill 3 wishes of yours”

Remembering how your life had been a family friendly film without any adult action scenes, more Spongebob than Fifty Shades of Grey, you’re not going to miss the dance to rectify that.

“Well you do look quite hot, it won’t hurt to have a wet dream. I wish to fuck you while hugging you.”

“Your wish is granted, Sir”

Taeyeon slowly removed her clothes, her perky breasts bouncing out of her bra, her removal of panties unveiled her cleanly shaven pussy, all illuminated by moonlight shining on her fair skin.

She snuck into your embrace, which wasn’t the most comfortable position due to your bloated size, but it still worked. Grabbing your adorably sized cock, she impaled herself onto your cock and started moving.

Your sexual awakening felt incredible, Taeyeon’s pussy was tightly squeezing your cock. You couldn’t go very deep, and you felt sad about it.

“I wish for you to praise me.”

“Your wish is granted, Sir”

Taeyeon’s moans went from soft squeaks to loud groans, her movement increasing in pace.

“Yes Sir, you fill me up so good.” Even though you knew she was just fulfilling your wish, you couldn’t help but feel proud of yourself for the first time in your life.

With the encouragement boost, you began to thrust your dormant hips into her, in unison with her thrusting down.

“Sir, why are you growing bigger. Ahhh”

You’re growing bigger, that’s good to know. Your banging grows in strength to the point of moving the bed with you.

Your neighbours would look down on you even more but you didn’t care. For the first time in forever, you’re doing something you like and you won’t let others disturb you.

“Hghhhh, I’m cumming Sir.”

“Me too. AHhhh, let’s cum together.”

Together, something you weren’t particularly familiar with. The orgasm was great, the sex was great, but even better was doing it with someone who enjoyed and appreciated you.

“One more round?”

“Sorry but I’m too tired sir, you fucked me too good.”

“Thanks for saying that but you don’t need to flatter me.”

“No I mean it sir, you’re the best one I’ve had.”

Warmth filled your insides, not only did your first sex didn’t go down the drain, she even praised you for being good. Your vision was becoming blurry, but you’re sure it was sweat flowing from your forehead.

“Alright then, good night Taeyeon.”

“Good night Sir”

As you awaken the next morning, Taeyeon’s morning visuals stunned you. You haven’t had the chance to properly see how she looked but now that you did, she was gorgeous.

At the same time, Taeyeon also woke up from her sleep.

“Last night was incredible Sir. You were so good.” Her compliment made you replay the scene from yesterday. It had been a long time since anyone had said you’re good at anything.

“That reminds me, you have one more wish Sir, please make the most out of it.”

“What will happen to you once I make my last wish? Will you just disappear? Will last night just be another sweet memory that I’ll forever replay in my mind?” Tears were beginning to form as you’re about to go back to the lonely dark self after experiencing how good things could’ve been.

“Unfortunately. Yes Sir.”

An idea suddenly struck you, “What if I wish for you to stay with me forever?”

“Your wish will always be fulfilled Sir.”

“I wish for you to stay with me forever.”

“Your wish is granted, Sir”

With that, another burst of light blinded you and you’re left alone in your room again, back to square one. Why did you think that you could escape this lonely life destined for you?

One day as you’re going back home from another movie, you saw someone carrying a gunny bag.

The scene felt awfully familiar. You approached the person and realised it was a girl this time around.

“Hi, my name is Taeyeon. I’m from the Girls Generation Genie Team. We work to grant the wishes of all lonely kids in the area. Could you help me with this bag of supplies?”

“Yes! Yes!”

Maybe being a lonely kid wasn’t so bad afterall.

A/N: Thanks for reading. Hope you’ve enjoyed it. Feel free to tell me anything wrong or where I still need to improve.

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star-anise · 3 years ago

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Thank you for your reply. My ask was kind of all over the place. (I've done some dbt before with a previous therapist and it helped! But that therapist was not a good fit I'm at a new one now tho).

Random thing, you mentioned bpd I heard in my abnormal psychology class that a lot of therapists won't treat someone diagnosed with bpd??? It was the teacher who is a grad student studying to be a therapist who said it. And like. I don't understand. They sound like a very in need population who was often abused and there's a whole huge book of treatment resources written by someone with bpd. I've heard they're "hard to treat" and talked about like they're hopeless. but like why be a mental health professional if you don't like mentally ill/different people?

This is also the same professor who insisted trauma is only the few things listed under dsm ptsd definition as traumatic events.. like she said parents getting divorced isn't a traumatic event because you aren't physically in danger... that class really scared me about the mental health field because of all the awful people in it aspiring to be therapists including the teacher.

Sorry for all the asks I love the work you do on this blog

Ahahaha, what IS it about undergrad abnormal psych professors? Mine said he wouldn't touch clinical practice with a ten-foot pole, and told a story about how once a student told him she had schizophrenia, and he knew that she was lying because obviously nobody with schizophrenia could actually manage to attend university.

(It's seriously untrue. I've had both friends and clients with psychotic disorders who succeeded in university. He was being an ableist bastard. Like, I know psych students can tend to over-identify with a disorder they're studying without actually having it, but that doesn't mean no psych student is ever entirely correct about their deal.)

Okay so, BPD. The thing about BPD is that it requires a special skillset that does not come standard in most clinical training. If a therapist who doesn't have that skillset tries to treat someone with BPD, the therapy will not be very effective and the process will be very frustrating for both them and their client. To be very frank, it's just as true that ordinary therapists are bad at treating BPD and don't like feeling stupid, as it is that people with BPD are hard to treat.

(And training to deal with people with BPD clinically is often not included in grad school education. DBT training is expensive and they won't accept you unless you have an adequate clinical placement.)

Also, part of dealing with BPD in particular is... people with BPD often have trouble seeing authority figures with anything more nuanced than "adoration and compliance" or "fear and loathing". As a therapist, you're signing up as an authority figure. Part of the work means letting your client express all their feelings about you, and helping them work to something more nuanced and sustainable, like, "I am furious and enraged that I'm in pain and I wish my therapist could take that pain away, but I realize that's not within her power. I have to admit that she's not being an evil villain here, so I can feel my resentment but let it go."

Which can be stressful to deal with, as a therapist. You have to live with a lot of hurt and anger and rage headed your way, and keep your perspective. Be empathetic without getting carried away in those emotions. You have to be able to face that pain and say, "I can't take that away. I can only help you learn to bear it."

Basically everyone I know in grad school had a nervous breakdown somewhere along the line because we go to therapist school because we're smart and capable and feel good about helping people, so when we encounter a person we can't help, or are put in situations where we have to stop helping, we tend to have existential crises and end up sobbing in the student lounge about What Am I Even Good For Now. I was lucky because I had a version of that breakdown before I entered grad school, and my therapist warned me to get a new shrink when I moved for my Master's, "Because if you don't need one at the beginning, you'll definitely need one by the end." So I was more equipped to help classmates for whom this was a wholly new experience.

In my opinion, the healthy way to approach the problem of A Person You're Not Good At Helping is to practice humility, set reasonable boundaries, recognize the limits of your competence, and see where you can learn and grow. But many therapists and helping professionals use what I consider to be an unhealthy approach, labelling such clients as "defensive" and "resistant" and "hard to treat" and blaming them for the difficulty.

Which like, I get that "practicing humility" is like "doing exercise", sometimes you're tired and cranky and don't want to go for a run. Sometimes you just want to blame the other person for not accepting your magnanimous help.

Anyway, within the field of mental health psychotherapy, complex trauma is a unique sub-speciality that many therapists don't want to touch at all. I had many classmates say, "Woof, you're into complex trauma? You must be so tough, I could never." 🙄

(Technically I have the ethical obligation to represent my profession in the best possible light to encourage public confidence in the field of psychotherapy. But I think it's not undermining the profession to admit what everyone already knows, which is that some therapists are oblivious assholes who do bad work. I've seen it, I've met them, I want them to piss off forever. Jordan Peterson is a blight to our names and Phil McGraw can go choke.)

So people who are on your wavelength about BPD and trauma and What Therapists Are For are out there. They're just a little rarer than the usual run of therapists. For what it's worth, I've found they cluster more in areas like complex trauma, DBT, Narrative Therapy, and the Hearing Voices Movement. Next year (knock on wood) I'l be going to a conference on the treatment of complex trauma with a friend, and this sounds weird given that it's a weekend all about child maltreatment, but I expect it to be a blast, because I'll get to be among My People, talking about the work that fills our souls.

I really wish that as an undergrad, I'd spent more time hanging out with Social Work students, and going to conferences and trainings. Those are where I met some of the coolest people I really clicked with. And in grad school, I had the extreme pleasure of meeting other people who were a lot like me. Those friendships were especially rewarding because as skilled helpers, we ended up playing a game of Needs Chicken, where each tries hide their own needs and caretake for the other, which finally ended up in a standoff where we had to agree to put down our caretaking skills and just be honest about what we wanted, even if that felt new and scary and raw.

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A Favor: Part Eighteen

Nessian Modern AU

Masterlist

a/n: a short update while i try to find my writing rhythm again :))

***

Nesta hasn’t danced in over ten years—yet her body still remembers how to move fluidly and create shapes as if she never stopped. Pole dancing is different, of course: most of it takes place in the air, and she doesn’t have the right muscles developed to support her weight that well. Damn, she should really ask Cassian for help if she wants to keep doing this.

Still, Emerie and Gwyn are gaping by the time Nesta lands on the floor after trying out a basic spin.

She cracks her neck. “What?” she says at their stares.

“Where did you learn to do that?” Emerie demands.

She shrugs indifferently. “Eight years of ballet. Push-up challenges with Cassian.”

The instructor, an overly energetic Australian woman, comes up just then and claps Nesta on the shoulder, making her jump. “That was beautiful,” she praises. “Really, you have the balance of a cat. What’s your name again?”

Nesta introduces herself obediently, and Gwyn and Emerie follow.

The instructor nods. “In that case, Nesta, you keep doing what you’re doing. Don’t worry about your upper body strength yet, it’ll come around with time. You, the redhead,” she addresses Gwyn.

Gwyn straightens.

“I’ve never seen someone with your height and grace at the same time,” the instructor says. Gwyn beams with pride. “Unfortunately,” she continues, “I’ve also never seen someone so prone to hurting themselves on the pole.” Gwyn hangs her head.

“And the pretty girl.” She turns to Emerie last, who looks like she already knows what she’s about to hear. “Well, we can’t all be naturals.” The instructor grins broadly. “Feel free to keep using the poles after class is over.” She nods to their group and moves on to some other students.

Emerie sticks her tongue out and groans. “My tights keep giving me wedgies on the pole.”

“This was your idea,” Nesta reminds her as she reaches for her water bottle.

“Yet you’re the only one reaping the benefits,” Gwyn grumbles. “You never told us you had the body of a dancer and the balance of a gazelle.”

“Cat,” Emerie corrects.

“Guys,” Nesta says firmly. “This class is important for all of us. We won’t look this good,” she gestures to all their bodies, “forever. Gwyn is already pushing thirty.”

Gwyn’s jaw drops. “I’m turning twenty-seven, not getting menopause.”

“Same thing,” Emerie mutters. Gwyn shoves her hard and goes to pack her gym bag, leaving Emerie dramatically rubbing her shoulder. Nesta follows after Gwyn while the rest of the class begins gathering their things, too.

“How’re you feeling?” she mutters lowly as Gwyn packs. They haven’t brought up the conversation in Gwyn’s car since it took place, but Gwyn seems returned to her usual self now, if not even sunnier.

Gwyn’s lips twitch up as she glances sidelong at Nesta. “Perfect,” she says smoothly. “I can’t even remember what I was so upset about.”

Nesta is glad, even though she knows the nightmare isn’t gone. Knows that anytime from the next hour to the next year, it could reappear in full force and drag Gwyn down again. But hopefully it won’t hit as hard as it did before, now that Gwyn has her.

After class, they all pile up in Emerie’s car, a handed-down hunk of metal which Emerie insists on calling “vintage”. Gwyn sticks her head between the driver and passenger seat from the back and wrinkles her nose. “Get me home quick, it smells like a dead banana back here.”

“Oh, is that where I left it?” Emerie starts to turn around, but Nesta stops her with a hand on her shoulder. “I need a shower and a nap,” she pleads. “Let’s go.”

Emerie begrudgingly assents, sticking the key in the ignition and turning it. Nothing happens.

Frowning, she turns it again, but the engine doesn’t so much as choke. She slaps the dashboard like it’ll bring her car to life.

“Amazing,” Nesta mutters.

***

Cassian has imagined more times than he’d like to admit what it would be like when Nesta finally introduced him to her friends, but he never imagined this.

Three tired and hungry girls sit in his truck, alternating between arguing and laughing with each other. He can’t keep up with all of their personalities at once, so he just hones in on Nesta while he drives. Nesta, who Cassian has never seen so carefree or witty with people other than himself before. It both fascinates him and freaks him out, the realization that there’s so much to Nesta he doesn’t know yet. It gives him all the more excuse to spend the next several years getting to know her.

“Don’t tell me what to do with my car,” the dark-haired girl, Emerie, is snapping from the backseat. “Mr. Madani,” she abruptly says, sticking her head forward to look him in the face. Cassian nearly jumps. “Do you know how to change a car battery?”

Nesta shoves Emerie’s face back through the gap between seats from where she sits in the front. “You don’t need a battery change, you need a lifestyle change,” she says. “And don’t call my boyfriend by his last name, he’s not a middle-aged dad.”

Cassian bites back a laugh at that.

“Oh, but if I’m twenty-seven, I’m on the brink of menopause,” Gwyneth speaks up.

“Really?” Cassian says, meeting her eyes in the rearview mirror for the first time all drive. “You’re the same age as me?”

He remembers what Nesta told him about Gwyn’s discomfort around men, so he tries to keep his tone casual, distant. If he scares Nesta’s friend away, he’ll never forgive himself.

Gwyn looks stunned to be directly addressed by him, seeming to lose all her sass. “Uh...my birthday’s in a few days,” she says, suddenly awkward.

“That’s right,” Emerie interjects eagerly. “We’re having a rager.”

“We’re having a sleepover,” Nesta corrects. She throws Cassian an exasperated look. “Drive faster, will you? I can’t share a car with these girls any longer.”

“Don’t be fucking rude.” Gwyn flicks a hair tie at Nesta, making her cry out.

Cassian does not understand this dynamic at all, so he shuts up and does as he’s told.

After Gwyn and Emerie have been safely dropped off, Cassian throws his keys into the bowl at the cabin entrance and tosses off his shoes. “I think I finally know what it’s like to be you,” he tells Nesta as they meet the warmth of the house.

“What do you mean?” She unzips her windbreaker, revealing the form-fitting athleticwear beneath. God, he hasn’t even gotten a chance to look at her since he picked her up.

He redirects his eyes to her face. “You know,” he says. “On the outside looking in. I feel drained.”

Her lips quirk up as she hangs up her jacket. “That scared of a couple of girls, huh?”

“They’re your friends. I don’t know what else I expected.” He follows Nesta deeper into the living room, kicking at the ground. “So…” he trails casually. “How was class?”

Nesta responds by rolling her eyes. “I was wondering how long you’d take to crack.”

“What do you mean?” he says, indignant.

“I mean…” She steps up to him and takes his hands, dragging them up her waist to settle on the bare skin beneath her black crop top. “You haven’t said a word about pole-dancing since I told you I was starting it. One would almost think it didn’t affect you at all, and yet,” she tilts her head, “I get the feeling you haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. Especially at night, when you’re alone.”

Cassian’s breath goes thin. She knows him too well.

“Cunning witch,” he breathes. Nesta’s smile is slow and winning, which he takes as invitation to slip his hands around her back and pull her in. Her chest is pressed flush against his.

She stares at his mouth, the place she always stares when her mind is five steps ahead of reality. Like she’s already imagining how he’ll take her. “Dreaming about a private performance, are you?”

“Hopefully not right now,” a low voice says from above them.

Nesta jumps, spinning around in Cassian’s arms, but Cassian just closes his eyes and sighs. He opens them to find Azriel sitting in the reading nook that overlooks the living room, various work reports scattered about him.

“Have you been there this whole time?” Nesta demands.

“Unfortunately,” Azriel says at the same time Cassian grumbles, “Of course he has.” Remaining unnoticed is all his brother is good for.

Nesta sighs and rubs her eyes, the mood effectively killed. “I need a break.”

Cassian considers going up to Az and pushing him over the second floor railing as Nesta wiggles out of his arms and heads for the stairs. “And a back massage,” she calls over her shoulder.

“I’ll be right there,” Cassian tells her. But he waits to hear their bedroom door click shut before he also goes upstairs, not towards Nesta but to the reading nook.

“Hey, bro?” He tries to sound lighthearted as he approaches Az. “Do you mind not cockblocking me in my own house?”

Az doesn’t look up from the report he’s reading, flipping a page. “It’s rude to be horny in public spaces.”

“My house is not a public space,” Cassian growls, struggling to keep his temper. “Before you moved in, it was a very, very private space.” For him and Nesta alone, he doesn’t add.

Azriel finally looks up, question in his eyes. “So what?” he says. “You want me to leave?”

Never, is the automatic assurance that nearly comes out of Cassian’s mouth. Of course he’d never want his brother gone, especially when he’s clearly going through… something. But he bites down on the word and takes a seat in the chair across from Az. “I want to know how long you’re planning on staying. For real. You can run from your problems as much as you want, but that doesn’t mean I can provide you with a hiding place forever.”

“Wow.” Azriel’s eyes widen in mock-disbelief and he clasps a hand to his chest. “So cold, brother. I think you caught some of your girlfriend’s iciness.”

Cassian narrows his eyes seriously at Az. “Or maybe I’m being the only adult here.” Cassian now has responsibilities to a person who isn’t part of his traditional inner circle. A person he can see himself making long-term plans with, a person he plans on keeping around. It changes the course of his future in a way that the rest of his family probably haven’t realized yet.

Though maybe Azriel does realize it, because he looks away and murmurs, “No need to rub it in.”

For the thousandth time that month, Cassian wonders what caused Azriel to run away from Velaris. It’s a secret Az refuses to share with even him.

“I’m trying,” Azriel says. His words are slow, unsure. “I’m trying to create space between me and that city, but I’m going to need more time. I can’t tell you how long it’ll take until I can go back. But if you can’t keep me here, I’ll find someplace else to stay.” He shrugs. “It’s not that hard.”

Cassian exhales, feeling sympathy twist deep in his chest for his best friend—and he doesn’t even know what the sympathy is for. “Then take your time,” he says sincerely. “Stay here forever if you want. We can Photoshop you into all our pictures. But don’t think I’m gonna make it easy on you,” he warns.

“You already don’t make it easy on me,” Az mutters. “I can hear you and Nesta fucking all the time.”

“First, don’t ever talk about Nesta and fucking in the same sentence ever again.”

Az blinks in surprise, likely remembering the way they would talk about their hookups before Nesta came into the picture. “Damn, she’s got you bad.”

“Second,” Cassian continues, “I will not hesitate to make you sleep outside if you get on my or Nesta’s nerves.”

“With that attitude, I’ll be out of here by next week,” Az snorts. He crosses his feet and picks up his report again, clearly done with this conversation.

Seeing no hope in rubbing the point in further, Cassian leaves Azriel to his work.

***

Nesta is stripped down to her underwear and getting ready to shower when she notices a missed call from Elain on her phone.

She hesitates at her sister’s name on the screen, wondering what could possibly have encouraged Elain to call while Nesta was at dance class. What happened to the times that Nesta could go weeks without a single person checking up on her?

Looking toward the bedroom door as if Cassian will come in and save her from having to call Elain back, she waits a solid minute before giving up.

Elain picks up on the first ring. “I’m surprised you called back,” she greets.

“I’m full of surprises these days.” Nesta settles onto the bed. “What did you want?” She doubts Elain called just for a check-in, not with the stagnant bitterness that’s been between them lately.

“To have a normal conversation with my sister for once.”

Nesta tries not to roll her eyes all the way back into her head, even though no one is around to see her. “Go on and have it then.”

“I heard from Rhys that Azriel moved into Cassian’s place,” Elain says in her honey-sweet voice. “I’ve been meaning to ask how that’s going for you.”

Nesta’s brow furrows at that voice, the one that Elain uses whenever she wants to give her best first impression—or wants to pry something out of someone. “It’s going fine,” she says flatly. “Az and I get along great.”

That’s a bit of an exaggeration, but…

“You’re calling him Az now?” Nesta can hear the way Elain tries to tamp down on her curiosity, but she’s never been as good at affecting apathy as Nesta is.

“Yeah,” she answers. “Why? Do you miss him?”

Elain nearly chokes over the line. “Why—why would you say that?”

“I thought you guys were friendly,” Nesta says, leaning back into the pillows. “Doesn’t everyone miss him back in Velaris?”

“Oh.” The relief in Elain’s voice is palpable, piquing Nesta’s curiosity. “Yeah, we miss him.” She clears her throat. “He left without telling anybody.”

Nesta fiddles with the band of her panties. “You don’t know why he left either?”

Elain is silent for several moments. “No.” Her answer is quiet, truthful. “I don’t know.” She adds, “Keep an eye on him, will you? I would do it myself, but I’ve been iced out.”

Nesta finds this very suspicious. She can’t bring herself to be interested enough to keep snooping, however, not as the door creaks open and Cassian enters the room. “Will do,” she promises Elain, and makes a quick goodbye. When she hangs up, Cassian asks, “Who was it?”

“Elain.” Nesta frowns at her phone. She wonders if someone like Cassian would be better at reading between the lines of the strange conversation she just had. Maybe he could put his finger on the mysterious relationship between her sister and his brother. But since there are no creeks nearby for Azriel to be shoved into, and it isn’t any of Nesta’s business either way, she decides to give him and Elain time to sort their own shit out.

“What did she want?”

Nesta refocuses on Cassian, who leans against the door appreciating her half-naked form stretched out before him. Without words, she holds her arms open.

He shoves off the door and approaches her on the bed, letting her envelop him into a hug. It isn’t the warmest or most comforting hug, and her arms are stiff as stone, but he melts into her either way. There’s a weariness in his broad shoulders that spikes concern in her.

When Cassian pulls away, she traps his face in her hands and scans it closely for answers. “What’s wrong with you?” she asks. “You fell asleep early during the last two movies we watched and you’re half-asleep now.”

“What are you talking about?” He throws his signature smile her way, but it lacks alertness. “Do I look like there’s anything wrong with me?”

“You tell me.” Nesta shifts so she can slide her hand over the smooth plane of his back, resting her palm on the warm spot between his shoulder blades. It’s her best imitation of a soothing gesture, and it makes Cassian’s lips quirk up lightly.

He hangs his head and sighs. “Is it possible to have growing pains at my age?”

Nesta is confused. “Like, physically?”

“No,” he says. “Just… growing up.”

“I don’t think we ever stop growing up,” she answers honestly. Maybe she’s biased because a part of her is still trapped in that childlike state, and she has more growing to do than most people. “I think it hurts a little every time we have to shift and become someone older. What’s hurting you now?”

Her hand slides up to the nape of Cassian’s neck, gently massaging the muscles there. His head droops even more under her touch. “I can’t believe you’re asking me that when I’m supposed to be taking care of you,” he huffs. But he doesn’t look very inclined to argue.

Nesta squeezes the back of his neck. “I can be the stable one, too, you know. I can take care of you.” She should’ve defeated this misconception sooner.

“That’s not what I meant,” Cassian says, shaking his head. “I meant that I promised you a massage.”

Oh. She nearly forgot about that. “If you tell me what growing pains you’re having, I’ll let you join me in the shower,” she promises. “You can do whatever you want there.”

He looks up at that, dragging his gaze over her mostly-bare figure, and Nesta knows she’s won. “Tell me,” she demands one final time.

Cassian inspects her face, likely deciding how much he should reveal or not. “I’ve been thinking about the future,” he finally says. “It was never something I cared much about before, but now it keeps me up at night.”

Nesta is slow to realize—he’s talking about their future. “You really never thought about the future before?” she asks. At one point in time, Nesta had her life planned out to the age of forty. Her plans hadn’t included this, though.

Cassian shakes his head. “There was nothing for me to think about.”

She runs soothing fingers across his scalp, her heart rate unexpectedly picking up a beat. “And what do you think about now?”

Hazel eyes meet hers with wariness. “Stupid stuff,” he says. “Cars, taxes, insurance.”

At the look on her face, he pulls away from the hand that’s gone still on his neck. “Okay, let’s get you in the shower before I scare you away for good.”

Nesta feels herself being scooped into Cassian’s arms, but she doesn’t quite register it. It’s not until they’re in the bathroom that she remembers words. “I’m not scared,” she says from the cradle of his arms. “I was just surprised.”

Regaining her senses, she squirms until Cassian puts her down on the floor. She straightens. “I’ve never... pondered on the small things like that.”

Except they aren’t really small or stupid, are they? They’re big, inevitable facets of sharing a life with someone. She clears her throat. “The way we live now is already so nice. I guess I forgot things won’t be like this forever.”

Which isn’t the most assuring thing to say from the way Cassian’s face becomes carefully still. But in a blink he’s smiling again, his hands going to unclip her bra. “Don’t worry yourself with that shit,” he chuckles. “I was only dreaming.”

Guilt turns Nesta’s stomach into sludge. She made Cassian share what was weighing on him only for her to brush it off. She wants to talk through it with him until he’s giving her a real smile, but she doesn’t know where to start or what to say. So she lets her bra drop to the floor and steps close to wrap her arms around him.

His breath hitches against her ear, and one of his broad hands comes up to rest on her bare back. “Two hugs in one day?” he says, his amusement covering up some deeper emotion. “I’m either doing something right or doing something very wrong.”

“No. I’m just feeling appreciative.” Her hand returns to that space between his shoulder blades, the spot that seems to disarm him, and pats him there. She gives herself a solid moment to luxuriate in the warmth and size and hard strength of him before saying, “Get undressed, will you?”

One of his hands squeezes her butt. “You need to get off me first.”

She hums in agreement but doesn’t move—hoping he can feel everything she doesn’t know how to tell him.

***

a/n: i bought my eid dress and it’s so pretty yall 🥺

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agathasangel · 4 years ago

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you just don’t know it yet but baby, i’ve already got your heart (diane sherman x fem!reader NSFW)

both an anon and @magnifique-monstre requested yandere prompt 6 and 17 (i think?) so I’m gonna combine them because they would go together well

prompt 6: “Pretend you never saw that. I can’t stand it when you look so scared.”

prompt 17: “I’m the only thing keeping you safe from a filthy, disgusting world.”

warnings: everything, basically. it’s pretty fucked up actually. TW for drugging, stalking, dubcon, emetophobia warning (just one mention), kidnapping, etc. also teacher!diane

summary: Diane Sherman was your Professor, and then your girlfriend, and then your caretaker. As the days start to become hazy and mixed up with one another, you wonder if Diane is trustworthy.

Every day was basically the same. Wake up, take your meds, have breakfast with Diane. Then you would either accompany Diane to school or she would take you to the doctor’s or sometimes, if you felt up to it, she would take you on some sort of outing. She never liked to leave you alone and protectively followed you nearly everywhere you went. She took you home, and you would rest by her as she worked on her grading. At night Diane would make dinner for the two of you, the two of you would relax together, she would make sure you took the medication you needed at night and then you fell asleep in her arms.

It was nice. But you noticed that you started to forget things. You sometimes forgot how you even knew Diane, you even forgot your whole life before you met her at times. You were supposed to be on medical leave for a semester, which turned into a whole year, and- how long has it been now? You had no idea. You thought it was still summer, but the days started to blur together. The next year may have started, you had no way of knowing. Diane taught year round, so you went to school with her either way.

You remembered how everything started, though. You were a freshman, and you had moved across the country for college. You felt alone, and scared. You took a Chemistry class because you had to take some sort of science course, and it was the only one available when you signed up. You dreaded going, until you saw Professor Sherman. You struggled a bit in the class, so you went to her office hours. It was also a good excuse to talk to her, you thought.

She was a lot nicer than some of your other professors, and she helped you through the problems you struggled with.

“You know, students don’t usually like to come to my office hours, so feel free to show up whenever you need me. Alright, hon?”

“Of course. Thanks, Professor.”

How did it turn into this?

Oh, right. You and Diane started to get closer, and you started to come down with lots of rashes, general pains, and you started getting sick to your stomach more and more.

One day, you emailed Diane to tell her you couldn’t make it to her lab because you had thrown up that morning, to which she responded by asking what dorm you were in and if you needed anything.

It might be nice if you could bring me some saltines or something to settle my stomach? I have nothing in my dorm and can’t really stand up yet. Don’t worry about it though. I don’t want to get you sick, and are you even allowed in the dorms?

- (y/n)

I’ll be fine, and it really isn’t a big deal. We’re both adults, and I just want to help you.

- thinking of you, Prof. Diane Sherman

Next thing you remember, Diane showed up to your dorm a few minutes after your lab would have ended and brought not just crackers, but ginger ale, soup, water, blankets, and several different medicines. You talked for a while too, but couldn’t for the life of you remember what about. But you did remember that she stayed with you as long as you needed her, and promised to come back if you needed it.

You didn’t get better. You managed to get through your finals and pass your first semester classes, but you ended up having to spend much of Winter break in the hospital. Your parents came to visit, as did Diane. Diane actually came back every day, making sure you were okay.

You remembered that because of the silver necklace Diane gave you that Christmas that you still wore every single day. You felt bad when you got it because you didn’t think to get her a gift, but she told you not to worry about that, this was just a little thing that made her think of you. Besides, you were in the hospital!

“You know (y/n), I don’t have anyone else to visit over the holidays. I’m glad I get to be with you. I just wish it were under better circumstances.”

You started feeling a bit better and were able to come back for your second semester classes. You didn’t have Diane as a professor anymore, but you started to become friends. You would get coffee, or dinner. One night she asked you to come home with her, and be her girlfriend, to which you immediately agreed.

You slowly spent fewer nights at your dorm and more nights with Diane, and then you got sick again. After that, she convinced you to move in with her full-time, and you’ve been living in her house and sleeping in her bed ever since.

Right now, you were sitting in Diane’s and your bed, as she made dinner. You struggled to remember what happened next. This was when everything started to blend together. Your illnesses worsened even more shortly after you moved in with Diane. You remember being confined to the very same bed as Diane helped you do your finals from home, as she explained the situation to your parents and easily charmed them, convincing them you were in great hands.

“(Y/n), time for dinner!”, Diane called. She then walked to the bedroom to check if you needed any help.

“I’m fine, actually. I’ve been feeling a little better.”

“Good. Such a brave, good girl. Now eat up, alright baby?” cooed the older woman as she led you to the table and sat you down.

“Well, physically I’ve been feeling better, but-”

“What? What’s wrong? Have I not been paying enough attention to you? Are you feeling sad? anxious? My poor baby-”

“No, none of that. I’ve just been- forgetting things. Like, big chunks. My memories are so foggy. It’s hard for me to think at all sometimes.”

“Oh, honey, that’s just a side effect of your medication. It’s okay, it won’t last forever. And I’ll help you fill in any gaps you need until then. But you don’t need to worry. Not when you’re with me. Okay angel?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Oh, we’re in that kind of mood, are we?”

“Is that okay?”

“Very, very, okay, little one.”

Mommy was what you called Diane most often during sex. It turned her on immensely, and it excited you as well.

Diane grabbed you and brought you to the bed, tearing off your clothes.

“Are you still feeling good?”

“Yes Mommy.”

“Such a good girl for me. Such a good girl for Mommy.”

You spread your legs for her and she started touching you. But then-

“Mommy stop please. I can’t do this, Diane-”

“Alright. I’m sorry, I’ll go get your meds.

Diane went to the bathroom to get your meds and sleep aids.

“D-Diane?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Why can’t I remember things? I can’t even remember some things about my family.”

“A side effect of some of your medication sweetie. I told you that.”

“You did?”

“Yes. I will tell you this, my love. People have hurt you, in your past. I remember when we met you were having such a difficult time. You wanted friends, you had so much trouble making friends. The other students were so mean to you. Your parents they- they acted like having to come see you when you were in the hospital was some kind of inconvenience. It was awful. You were so lonely.”

“I know I was lonely.”

“Yes, sweetheart. You needed someone. You needed me. I have to be the one to take care of you. I am the only person that can love the way you deserve to be loved. I’m the only thing keeping you safe from a filthy, disgusting world. And I need you too. I need to love and protect you.”

“Yes, Diane. I need to sleep now.”

“Alright. Come here, darling,” said Diane. She held you until you fell asleep.

Next thing you knew, you were tied to the pole in the basement with several ropes. Diane was tying more and more ropes around you, around different parts of your body. The world felt heavy, blurry, fluid.

“Please stop, Diane. Why are you doing this?”

“It’s for your own good, darling. Trust me. You need this.”

The ropes began to cover your entire body. Your face, eyes, neck. Especially your neck. There was a sharp sting on your neck.

Your eyes flew open, and you awoke in a cold sweat, and screamed.

It was just a dream, I’m safe, thank God. Diane would never-

But then you noticed Diane. She was holding a small syringe, that seemed empty. And your neck stung. She was startled by your scream, clearly not expecting you to have woken up.

“Pretend you never saw that. I can’t stand it when you look so scared.”

“What did you do to me? What was in there, Diane?”

“You need it, sweetheart. I know you don’t like needles.”

“No. Why didn’t you tell me? What’s going on?”

“You need this. You need me. Your-”

You searched for the syringe and found it. There was a thick, black residue on it, and you sniffed it. It gave you a head rush.

“You’ve been drugging me. This is why I’ve forgotten things, isn’t it?”

“Come on, angel. You know I wouldn’t”

“But-”

“Don’t worry, just go back to sleep.”

You did feel tired. So tired. And you couldn’t even remember what you and Diane were even fighting about. So you went to sleep in her arms.

The next morning, Diane made you breakfast.

“How did you sleep, (y/n)?”

“I don’t know. I think I had a nightmare but I can’t remember-”

“Oh no! At least you can’t remember it, right?”

“I- I guess so.”

Diane felt relief that you didn’t remember what happened last night. Her plan was working. You would be hers, her precious girl, forever. All that work to find you, to make you trust her, making you sick, making you need her. She knew everything about you. You were her perfect girl, and she was yours. And you always would be.

#diane sherman #diane sherman x reader #sarah paulson x reader #sarah paulson #my fics #sarah paulson fics #im actually pretty proud of this one

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lubdubsworld · 4 years ago

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Desire.

CEO ! Jung Hoseok x Married ! OC

Summary : Tall Handsome CEO Hobi meets dainty delicate country girl, Elena and falls head over heels. Too bad she’s already taken.

Genre : Infidelity, Morally ambiguous characters.

Chapter 1

On Fridays, Jung Hoseok liked to unwind.

After a whole entire week of heading Gwihan Inc., going over proposals, signing off on acquisitions and baby sitting his two younger siblings who were just entering the company business, Jung Hoseok liked to relax on Friday evenings, usually with a glass of wine, maybe some good food from the Chinese restaurant down the street and occasionally with some company of the feminine variety.

As the CEO of one of the largest conglomerates in the country, Hoseok was pretty much a household name in Seoul. Not just because of his dashing good looks and his staggering business acumen, but also because of the incredibly humble, down to earth persona that he wore .

Never in the history of Korea, had there been a more approachable and friendly multi billionaire Chaebol prince : the very personification of generosity and kindness.

At the young age of 34, Jung Hoseok charmed reporters and celebrities and his fellow businessmen with alacrity .

Affectionately nicknamed the Sunshine CEO, Hoseok’s dimpled smile was a staple and he was well known for being fair and even tempered, the first to extend his hand in friendship to anyone.

Which was a wonderful reputation to carry of course but it also made people forget that for all his sunny disposition, Jung Hoseok was still very much human.

And he did not build his company ( once on the verge of bankruptcy because of his unscrupulous father ) from scratch, by being a pushover. Which meant that Hoseok had to balance being a good guy and a firm guy and sometimes it was such a fucking pain in his ass.

“Hyung, come on....it’s just for a few hours. It’s fun.... “ Kim Taehyung could whine like no other. Korea’s top model, Taehyung or V as he liked to be called had a deep voice which could also do a full 180, making Hoseok’s ears ring, when the younger wasn’t getting his way.

Like right now.

“Tae, i’m so fucking tired, i need a drink and a shower and I’m crashing into my bed. I am not bar hopping with you morons. I’m too old for that shit. “ Hoseok groaned, watching Taehyung and his photographer husband slur and sway after one drink too many. It was already a little past eleven in the night and he had every intention of sleeping for the next thirteen hours at the least.

“Awww hyung...its not a bar...it’s a strip club ... Come on , hyung live a little. “ Jeon Jungkook was adorable, like a bunny, but also a brat that never took no for an answer. Together , the couple were pretty much indestructible.

Too tired to argue with the two of them, he groaned .

It was going to be a long, long night.

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The club was called Desire, nothing like the posh high end places Hoseok was used to. It wasn’t a dump or anything but the decor, the furnishings and the clientele all screamed middle class, which wasn’t Hoseok’s usual scene.

At all.

But apparently, Jungkook had stumbled on someone here during one of his photography stints.

A dancer called the ‘ White Dove’.

The White Dove was apparently, one of the most sought after dancers in the club, because she only performed twice a month. She didn’t do it for the money, no one knew why she did it. But according to Jungkook, she was the most sensuously arousing woman he had ever seen in his entire life.

she moves like water, Hyung, fluid and transient. ...like the laws of physics don’t apply to her body, it’s like magic.

Which was high praise, coming from a gay man.

A gay man who had actually majored in dance in college.

And even Taehyung hadn’t even looked all that bothered, watching his husband sing praises about someone else’s body .

“Would love to have both of them in my bed at the same time hyung, how do i make that happen?” He’d asked, glassy eyed.

Hoseok had gagged, elbowed him in the ribs and moved away.

But his dongsaengs could be pretty darn insistent and so here he was, on a friday night, half asleep from exhaustion, stumbling behind Jungkook and Taehyung as they led him to a private room, at the back of the club.

The room was wide, shaped like a semi circle, with an elevated stage up front. Just a couple of feet away from the stage, three sofas lines the curved edges of the wall.

Taehyung and Jungkook lay wrapped around each other in the first one, closest to the door and Hoseok did not want to see them touching each other so he skipped the middle sofa, choosing to recline on the sofa in the farthest corner.

A very dim light hung right over his head , offering very little by way of illumination but he supposed that was the point. The dancer would be distracted by a well lit audience.

And while he had been quite opposed to the idea when the evening began, Hoseok couldn’t help but admit , that seated on the cheap maroon sofa, with tacky vinyl upholstery, in a dimly lit room, he couldn’t help but be intrigued.

Who was this woman?

“Hyung, you’ll love her!! She’s totally your type!” Jungkook called out excitedly .

Hoseok threw an amused look at the pair, shaking his head before turning around to stare at the stage again. The lights in the low lying ceiling dimmed, the one on the stage turning on gradually and to his surprise, he felt his breath catch when the stage curtain moved, gentle ripples on the satin surface.

Music began pouring in, smooth and sensual and intrigued and then a voice followed , feminine and soft.

“Good evening. I’m Elena .... or as they call me, the White Dove. Thank you for letting me entertain you tonight.”

She sounded absolutely delectable and Hoseok felt his eyes widen, lips parting in shock at the voice.

Soft and sweet, dainty and almost elegant.

Low and submissive, like she wanted nothing more than to make him happy.

Like honey in his ears.

It sounded so out of place , in this cheap dingy strip club.

She sounded like a fucking princess.

And then the curtains parted, revealing a petite, svelte figure.

Hoseok sat up straighter, eyes wide as he stared at her.

She wore a mask, covering the upper part of her face and leaving only her lush, plump lips on display. They were an alluring red, bright and radiant in the golden light. She was dressed in a small robe, full sleeved and falling to her knees , showing off her slim, curvy legs and her skin was honey tinted, smooth to his gaze.

Hoseok swallowed and as he watched, she threw a smile, soft and gentle and absolutely serene.

It was the smile that did it for him.

Innocent and altogether lovely, like the kind of smile you would give someone you had loved for a hundred thousand years and he felt himself aching for it, wanting more of that gentle voice, more of that dazzling smile.

As he watched she stepped fully into the center, the light bathing her in gold as she lightly gripped the pole and stepped forwards fully, lips parted in a smile as she bowed.

Hoseok had sat through enough strip shows to know that this was different. Elena took small, hesitant steps into the light, tugging on the belt around her waist, the short velvet robe sliding off her shoulder gently.

Hoseok’s throat went dry when he saw what she was dressed in : A ruby red lingerie set, with satin bows along her neckline, applique orchids all across her torso , the hem of her dress stopping just an inch below her waist, revealing satin bikinis that hugged her ass so tight his finger itched .

He wanted to touch so bad.

She grabbed the fabric of the robe and instead of tossing it away, she folded it, moving to place it on a chair in the corner of the stage, gently before tossing another smile, this time apologetic.

“I’m sorry, i need to wear this again and I don’t want it to get dirty...” She giggled then , her voice like the tinkling of a bell and Hoseok was so gone , he couldn’t think straight anymore.

He gripped the edge of the sofa, the last vestiges of sleep leaving his head.

And then the music began, low and soothing and seductive and she began to move.

Elena was a phenomenal dancer, that much was obvious in just the first minute. She moved easily, and perfectly, her long legs wrapping around the pole with ease, her hands gripping it with ease but it was her gaze that drew him in....

She clearly thought Tae and Jungkook were the only ones in the audience so she kept her gaze on them, hadn’t seen him at all and she looked at them with eyes that begged for approval. She smiled often, threw her hair back and jerked her shoulders in question, asking unsubtly if they liked it, and Jungkook and Taehyung responded with enthusiasm, cheerful shouts of “ so gorgeous, beautiful sweetheart....” filling the room.

Hoseok leaned back against the couch, his breath leaving him in a harsh exhale.

This wasn’t the kind of woman he had been expecting.

He had been prepared, for brash and bold and seductive and sensuous. A woman who knew how to use her body to get what she wanted.... The only kind of woman he had ever met in his entire life.

But Elena....

She looked so desperate to please, so desperate to be good and it was evident in her eyes, the thirst for praise , for approval. She wanted to be good and she wanted someone to tell her that.... to tell her hat she was beautiful, that she was perfect , that she was absolutely scintillating and Hoseok wanted nothing more than to be that someone.

To be the person who rained kissed all over her body, gentle touches all over her as he breathed praise into her ears, told her how perfect she was, how enchanting and how unreal she was.

How she was the kind of woman he would never ever tire of......

The kind of woman who deserved to be worshipped on the satin sheets of his king sized bed. .

And he would. This wasn’t going to end like this, he thought , his heart pounding. It couldn’t.

He felt his heart pound as the performance ended, as she stepped back into the limelight and bowed, all sweet smiles and gentle gratitude.

Taehyung and Jungkook jumped to their feet applauding cheerfully and she laughed.

“Thank you for coming today. I hope you enjoyed my little dance. I would love to see you again. “ She smiled, cheerful and bright.

She finally turned to his side of the room, eyes widening when he finally pushed away from the shadows, moving into the pool of light in the middle of the room.

“You were absolutely gorgeous sweetheart.” He said gently.

Her eyes went wide, lips parting in surprise and e watched her eyes travel up and down his torso, catching on the lean width of his waist, tongue peeking out to lick her lips as her eyes stayed glued to the front of his crotch, where his rock hard dick was probably very poorly concealed.

“You’re the one to blame for that, princess.” He said with smirk and her eyes jumped to his, a blush blooming on her cheeks so fast that it made his head swim.

Fuck.

Fuck she was gorgeous.

He glanced at his friends, both of who were looking between him and the dancer with knowing looks.

“Dinners on me tomorrow if you two leave right now.” Hoseok said softly.

Laughing, the pair waved good bye, closing the door behind them.

Elena stood on the stage, still staring at him like he was a full course meal and he moved back to the middle sofa, lowering himself down before spreading his legs and patting his thighs.

“How much for a private....conversation?” He asked quietly.

She hesitated.

“I.. i need to ask the manager.” She said hesitantly.

Hoseok felt a grin creeping up his face.

He pulled his phone out and dialed quickly. Less than a minute later, the manager stumbled in, bowing almost ninety degrees.

“Mr. Jung.. you called?” The man was breathless.

“Elena and I are going to be occupied for the next hour or so.... I don’t want us to be disturbed.”

The manager looked very surprised, glancing at her with wide eyes.

“You want to... ?” He asked quickly and Elena blushed. Hoseok was oddly impressed that he had asked for her consent. Well at least this place wasn't as sleazy as it looked.

“Just a conversation.” She whispered. Hoseok felt his eyebrow raise in surprise.

Wait, did she really think he wanted a conversation? Had he been too subtle? Was the hard dick and the invitation to sit on his lap not forward enough?

The man gave her a confused look but nodded.

“Of course Mr. Jung. Anything you like.” he bowed again and left , locking the door behind him. Hoseok glanced at her, watching as she slowly climbed down the stairs

Elena hesitated, before slowly moving to get her robe.

“Leave that.” He said , a little more sharply than he intended and she startled a little at his tone.

“Okay.” She whispered, scratching the back of her neck nervously and smiling a little.

“I’m sorry...I don’t usually do this... I... I’m married.” She said with a laugh.

Hoseok froze .

It felt a little like someone had dumped a whole entire barrel of ice cold water all over his head.

Of course she was fucking taken.

Of fucking course.....

He was such a fucking fool....

“Oh..” He croaked, voice breaking and even that single syllable dripped with so much disappointment that she noticed.

Her eyes flashed with something and she carefully climbed off the stage, walking up to him. He held his breath as she came closer, standing right between his spread legs. He wanted to touch but he wasn’t sure if he was allowed.

Her hand rose up and he felt his breath catch when she lightly touched his hair, patting the strands carefully.

“you have really thick hair.” She giggled.

“Does you husband know you’re here?” He said softly.

Her gaze flitted to him.

“No. “ She said softly. And then she pressed in closer, enough that her knee brushed his thighs and he gripped her waist with both hands, instinctively.

“No?”

She bit her lips, eyes shifting away from him.

“He doesn’t... understand.” She sighed.

Intrigued, Hoseok tugged her closer and she tumbled into his lap. He pulled her in till she was seated on his thighs, legs thrown over the couch as she nestled into his chest.

He gripped her harder and God, she felt like a delicate bird in his hand. His arms stayed firm but inordinately gentle around her, and he swallowed scared to move because he was afraid he would break her . Scared to let go because he was afraid she would fly way.

“What doesn’t he understand sweetheart?” He prompted.

She turned to look right at him and he wanted to take that mask off so badly. To see her face in all its glory.

“That I need this...” She whispered.

“To dance...?” He prompted and she sniffled a little.

“No.” She whispered. And then her eyes met his again, bright and somehow desperate.

“What then baby? Why are you here?” He asked although he could already suspect it.

“To be desired. “ She smiled that same sweet smile of hers.

And really, not even a saint could resist that breathtaking smile.

And Jung Hoseok was so , so far from a saint.

She was the one who owed loyalty to the unknown husband. Not him. So he was going to just take what he was being offered.

He grabbed her chin, tilting her face to kiss her hard, his tongue forcing its way in before she could get her bearings. She didn’t protest, her body going limp in his arms a he looped her arms around his neck.

He flipped them over , till she was flat on her back on the couch and he was on her, grabbing her thighs and spreading her legs, grinding his clothed erection down into the heated center of her body as he kissed her.

She whimpered, hands scrambling to clutch at his shoulders. as she kissed him back. And he wondered if she lied, telling him that she was married. There was a world of inexperience in her kiss , absolutely no finesse in the way she spread her legs wider, hips jerking up to chase friction.

But what she lacked in experience, she more than made up for in enthusiasm.

“Relax baby... We don’t have to rush...” He kissed her again, drawing back to stare at her and she looked a little out of it.

“Please.. I just... i need...”

Something about the look on her face made him pause. It was a familiar look. He’d seen this look before.

Not in the last decade no, but ....that desperate, confused inexperience took him all the way back to his senior year in high school when the Queen Bee , Kang Sejin had finally agreed to let him fuck her.

For the first time.

Hoseok stilled completely, refusing to believe it.

How old was this girl underneath him? She couldn’t be younger than twenty five.

“How old are you?” He demanded.

She stopped trying to yank him closer and went still, staring at him and licking her lips.

“I’m twenty seven.” She said finally and he frowned.

“You’ve done this before right?” He asked stupidly.

Of course she had...she said she was married for fuck’s sake.

But her eyes widened and she looked away and oh.

Oh.

What the actual fuck....

Hoseok scrambled off her, his head swimming with disbelief. She choked out a sob and sat up, hugging herself and he felt his heart break when he saw the tears swell, spilling over her lashes and God, that pout on her face.

“Elena.... “ He held his hand out, wanting to touch her again but she scrambled to her feet and backed away.

“I’m so sorry... i don’t know what I was thinking...” She bowed, her tears flowing freely now. “ Please...forget this ever happened...”

Hoseok stared at her as she ran up to stage, grabbing her robe and disappearing behind the curtain quickly.

He stood there, still painfully aroused as he tried to process what he’d just learned.

A virgin, he thought in sheer disbelief.

The stripper I nearly fucked right now is a fucking virgin.

His legs stopped working as he collapsed on the sofa.

So much for unwinding on a Friday.

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“Listen, I know this is dumb but you really need to stop bringing this up so often.” My husband gave me an annoyed glare, his handsome face scrunched in impatience as he stuffed a couple of files into his leather briefcase.

“Why ? We’re married... we’ve been married for four months now!! Why won’t you touch me?! “ i demanded, exhausted and tired and so guilty.

Guilty because I’d come so close to cheating on him.

“Because i don’t get a hard on when i look at you. Because I never wanted to fucking marry you in the first place.!!” He snarled and i bit my lips feeling my heart hurt at the familiar words, the pang still just as painful as the first time he’d said those words to me.

“But you did...” I reminded him, following him to the door. He growled, throwing the shoe closet open and grabbing his work shoes.

“Elena... I’m not in the mood for this.” He said sternly.” I’m running late and Hoseok ssi’s supposed to be inspecting our department today. Do you have any idea what an important man he is? I need this meeting to be perfect if I want to get that promotion.... I can’t let anything distract me.”

“I’m your wife...not a distraction!!” I protested.

He ignored me, tying his laces and giving me one last look of loathing.

“if this doesn’t work for you, call your fucking parents and go back to that no good village of yours. We’ll get a fucking divorce and I’ll stop paying for your parents Hospital bills and then we’ll see how you survive.”

I stared at him, hurt and upset.

“Yesung...”

“I need to go. “ He stormed out of the house, slamming the door shut behind him.

I let out a shaky breath, my hands trembling as I tried to get my bearings. It was so hard, doing this. Waking up day after day to cater to his every need and i wondered if it had even been worth it, agreeing to marry him just for the chance to pay for my parents.

Surely, there could have been another way?

Why had I agreed?

My mind flashed to the gorgeous man in the club the previous night.

How much for a private conversation.....

For a second i had been tempted.

I had actually considered asking him to pay me in return for sex. Maybe if he wanted to do it more than once.... Maybe he could keep me with him.

And then I could use the money to pay for my parents’ care and i could divorce Yesung.

Surely that was better than being shunned in your own home? Being made to feel ugly and unappealing.

I had been so close to doing it last night. So so close and then that man---he had somehow sensed it. Sensed that I hadn’t ever had sex before.

How embarrassing that had been. He had guessed that I was a virgin and I couldn’t help but wonder how.

What had i done wrong? i had hugged him, kissed him back and yet he had realized that i had no idea what i was doing or what i wanted.

How humiliating that had been.

I bit my lips.

I missed dancing.

Twice a month in some sleazy club hardly made up for fifteen years of training to be a dancer.

I missed the ballet school that I had to quit when my dad lost his job.

I missed Busan.

I missed my old life so bad.

Sighing I went back to the kitchen to fix my breakfast when my eyes fell on the packed lunch and i groaned.

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Yesung’s company was easily the most luxurious building I’d ever been. Thankfully, I’d dressed well enough, a yellow summer dress with floral prints. I’d left my hair down, even put on makeup. I looked pretty and i wanted nothing more than for my husband to look at me with a little appreciation.

Yesung was a tall, very handsome man and i had really genuinely liked him when his parents had offered to set us up for a seon.

He had seemed genuinely interested and it was the only reason I’d agreed to marry him. But apparently, his parents had forced him into the whole thing and he felt nothing but deep resentment for me.

It was so unfair but i wasn’t ready to give up yet.

I had every intention of winning my husband over.

The lady at the reception gave me a visitor’s Id and told me where I could find my husband and I quickly walked over to elevators, nervous because I was the only one in flashy summer colors, all the employees dressed in muted tones of brown and grey. Flushing, I kept my head low as the elevator climbed all the way to the seventeenth floor. When I stepped out of the elevator, I caught sight of Yesung at once. He was talking to a tall man, who had his back towards me .

“Yesung!! “ i called out brightly. “ You forgot your lunch!!” I held the bag up and my husband’s eyes snapped to me widening in surprise.

I smiled and kept walking until the man talking to my husband turned around.

My smile froze on my face, my brain processing the very familiar features.

I stopped walking , my legs stalling .

No.

Oh, God no.

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“Yesung! You forgot your lunch!!”

Hoseok felt his entire heart turn over in his ribcage at the sound of that voice.

No.. No way...it couldn’t be.

He turned around, stunned and his eyes caught a flash of lovely yellow, bright and incandescent in the dreary dullness of the office and oh god, it was her.

It was Elena.

She looked like sunshine.... Like one of those yellow tulips you saw in wall papers. Fresh and beautiful and even more breathtaking in the bright light of day and Hoseok felt like his brain had been fried.

She had seen him too and the look on her face said it all.

Guilt and horror flashed in rapid succession and those lips....those cherry red lips he’d tasted three days ago....they parted in shock.

Hoseok felt his mouth go dry as she went completely still.

“I’m so sorry sir... I don’t know why she came here!!” Kang Yesung’s voice drew him to the present and he frowned, watching as the man stalked over to her. His fists clenched as he saw the man grip her arm, hard.

Elena winced, looking hurt and something in Hoseok just snapped.

Completely forgetting where he was , who he was.... he stalked over , hands coming up to shove Yesung hard. The man, completely taken by surprise, stumbled and fell , crashing into the filling cabinets with a loud noise.

Everyone in the office went still, staring at him in sheer disbelief

And he knew exactly what they were thinking?

Did the Sunshine CEO just physically assault an employee? Was the world ending?

Hoseok stared at Elena.

“Are you alright? “ He whispered.

She was gawking at him, but also rubbing the skin where Yesung had grabbed her and before he could stop himself, he was reaching for her arm, brushing her own fingers away and stroking the skin with his.

“That looks like its going to bruise.” He whispered.

He whirled to glare at Yesung, who had pulled himself together and was now staring between Hoseok and Elena, shock written all over his features.

“Is this your code of conduct when it comes to women, Mr. Kang?” His voice came out loud and angry , almost a furious snarl.

Yesung turned an ugly shade of red.

“She’s my wife sir. She ...she knows she can’t visit me ...” Yesung was gaping at him.

“So you’re going to assault her?” He demanded.

Yesung closed his mouth quickly.

“Are you alright, El-” He stopped himself , “ Mrs Kang.”

She was looking at the floor.

“Yes , sir.” Her voice shook and he could see her hands trembling. The urge to draw her into his arms was so overwhelming he had to clench his fists to stop himself.

“Jungkook! “ He called for his assistant. “ Please drop Mrs. Kang back home. Make sure she doesn’t need anything else.”

Jungkook bowed and smiled wide at her.

“Please, this way, Mrs. Kang.”

Hoseok stared at her and she glanced at him, one small fleeting glance heavy with guilt and confusion and worry.

He closed his eyes, trying to get his palpitating heart under control.

Oh, God he was in so much trouble.

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2manyfandoms2count · 4 years ago

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Golden hour

I felt very indulgent today and decided to write some pure fluff. Caution: contains Shanghai special spoilers! Mostly Ladynoir, but also a bit of Marichat because yes.

Hope you enjoy!

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Chat Noir had to ask. He knew that there was a risk he would get caught out on his little lie, but hey. Even if they said curiosity killed the cat, the key part was that satisfaction brought it back.

“Hey, Bugaboo?” He lazily opened an eye and turned slightly towards her.

She hummed in reply, revelling in the warm evening sun.

She’s so pretty, Chat thought as he looked at her. Seeing her lying there so peacefully in the golden sunset, it was really hard to resist the itch to update his profile picture of Ladybug (and maybe, who knows, his phone background).

They’d both finished their ice cream a while ago, but neither of them had felt like leaving just yet. Basking in the last lights of a warm Summer day after a quiet patrol at the top of the Eiffel Tower, with the Champs de Mars on one side and the Seine on the other was exactly the kind of holiday each wanted. Especially if it was with the person they’d never get tired of sitting in complete silence with, even if they wouldn’t necessarily admit it out loud.

Ladybug shifted a little and Chat Noir cleared his throat, afraid that she’d catch him staring. His quiet admiration had almost made him forget his question.

“How long did it end up taking you to fly back from Shanghai?”

Her eyes flew open and for a second she looked like a deer caught in headlights, but it could have just been an adjustment to the light. Her cheeks were red when she propped herself on her elbow to face him, although it was hard to tell if it was a blush or the beginning of a sunburn.

“I’m not entirely sure, it must have been something like…” Ladybug’s brain whirred as it tried to grasp at an elusive physics class that might have held a ballpark answer. She knew that with the magic of the suits, even making a detour via the poles (mince, had she said she’d take the Arctic or the Antartic route? Did it matter? Why hadn’t she looked it up like she’d meant to-) was probably shorter than the average flight length. “Four hours? More or less?” She cringed a little as she waited for his reaction.

The latter turned out to be a squint, as Chat Noir tried to gauge if his own calculations had been entirely wrong, or if she was bluffing. Given that it took a plane a little more than twelve hours to fly back, he could see a detour via the Arctic possibly taking just as long. The powerup was pretty fast though, probably more in the rocket-speed range, so the travel time would have been significantly less. If the physics exercises he’d solved in class, which listed said speed to be around five thousand kilometers per hour, could be trusted, it cut it to about two hours, assuming there were no pit stops along the way. The Antarctic route would obviously be longer, given that Shanghai was, all in all, quite high above the Equator; he would have said it was probably a six hour flight at least.

Her time was therefore either too long or too short, and one question remained; which route had she said she’d take again?...

He saw her fidgeting increase with the length of his silence.

“It could have been six hours, though. Or twelve? Really, I don’t recall exactly, I forgot to look at a clock because it’s not like we have watches with our suits, you know?” She chuckled nervously as she tried backtracking and suddenly it dawned on him.

“You didn’t fly back, did you?” he asked softly, and her lack of response spoke volumes. “You had to go back and check on Marinette, and then you figured you’d stay a bit.”

It would explain the lack of patrol calls he’d gotten during the remainder of his short stay in Shanghai, when there’d been so many since he’d come back. She’d probably returned around the same time he had. He wondered if they’d crossed paths as civilians while walking around the city. Had he known she was there, he would’ve kept an eye out for anyone who looked vaguely familiar. Someone he could’ve seen in Paris as well. Maybe Marinette could have helped him.

She gave him a curious look, but then nodded along sheepishly. “How did you know?”

“It’s just the kind of thing you do,” he smiled. “Also, it would’ve been a little irresponsible for you to make the round trip within a day, especially after having fought two major Akumas. Not to mention a real shame, because Shanghai is quite lovely.”

“Are you saying you didn’t fly back either?” She nudged him with her elbow. “It’s not like you weren’t a part of those fights, too, and you talk about the city like you know it quite well.” She didn’t mention the fact that he would’ve had an extra reason to stay over, given that he’d actually been hit by the Akuma. She didn’t want to dampen the mood.

It was Chat’s turn to fidget a little. “Oh no, I definitely flew back, it’s just that, erm, well… oh! I arrived before you, remember? So it wasn’t so bad to fly back so soon afterwards, I’d had a bit of a break while I was looking for Marinette. And that’s when I did a little sightseeing, too. Our suits are really perfect for tourism, having access to the roofs helps prevent getting lost!”

“That’s true.” She smiled at his enthusiasm, thankful that he wasn’t pushing the topic any further. “Actually, speaking of Marinette… I wanted to thank you. I’m not sure how you found out that she was missing, but the fact that you flew out to help her…” She couldn’t express how much it meant to her, not without saying too much. She hoped that he would read in between the lines though, even if he thought it was just that she appreciated his dedication to helping out Parisians. Ever since she’d gotten her Guardian duties, she felt like things were changing in her life; it was subtle, but the ground was starting to feel shaky under her feet, and she wasn’t sure it was completely linked to the start of the summer and the end of collège. It was nice to know that Chat Noir was still here for her with or without the mask, even if he didn’t know it.

“It’s only natural. I would’ve done it for any civilian…” he started, and her shoulders slumped a little, even though it was to be expected. She perked back up when he leaned forward and continued in a confidential tone: “... but if I’m being honest, if there’s one civilian I’d drop everything for, it would be Marinette.”

She felt her cheeks warm and couldn’t repress the smile that spread on her lips. “Oh?”

“Well, she’s just such a valuable part of our team, even if you don’t use her potential much,” he gave her a pointed look. “And, well, it’s not like I know a lot about her,” he scratched the back of his head, “but one thing I do know is that she’s a very good friend, and just a very… solar person in general. She just radiates kindness and warmth, you know? And I… heard someone called her an everyday Ladybug once, and it’s a really good description. If everyone had a Marinette in their life, I think Akumatisation rates would probably plummet.”

Ladybug gulped at the compliment, which just seemed to come so easily to him. “Well, thank you.”

Chat Noir glanced at her and noticed her fluster. He leaned a little closer to her, eyes glinting mischievously and nudged her lightly. “My Lady, are you jealous of Marinette? Because you know I’d also say all these things about you if I knew who was behind the mask. You’d absolutely become the first civilian I’d drop everything for.”

“As if.” She nudged him back with a fond smile. “Silly kitty.”

She lied back down, and as he mirrored her, she scooted closer to him so she could rest her head on his shoulder. It was the best thing she could think of to thank him at that moment, even though she knew she’d be working overtime to find a proper gift to give him from Marinette.

Yes, her little holiday in Shanghai with Adrien had been nice, of course it had; but to paraphrase Dorothy, there was just no place like home. And this was exactly what this place felt like.

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datleggy · 4 years ago

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Albert Plots aka coda to 4x02

One of Bucks house rules is: don't barge into my room unannounced.

It only becomes a house rule, of course, after Albert inadvertently interrupts his therapy session as he's mid sentence.

"Oh crap, sorry sorry, I didn't realize--I mean, I thought--sorry." Albert finishes lamely, cringing at his own intrusion.

Buck practically chucks his tablet across his bed, face down, in his surprise. “Dude, knock.”

Albert shrugs, grimacing apologetically. “You don’t have a door though?”

Buck sighs, running a hand through his hair nervously. “Just...announce yourself next time, ok? Like, yell ‘I’m coming up’ or whatever.”

Albert nods. “Sorry.” he mutters again.

Buck decides the kid looks contrite enough that he can brush the whole thing off--it’s not like he overheard anything. “It’s ok, don’t worry, we’re good. What’s up? You needed something?”

“I wanted to see if you wanted to order pizza but um,” Chimneys little brother pauses and scratches the back of his head. “Are you ok?”

Buck gulps. “Uh, yeah, I--why wouldn’t I be?” Well shit, Buck thinks, maybe he did overhear a tidbit or two, after all...

“Well,” Albert purses his lips to one side. “What you said just now, about hiding your feelings? Sorry, I really didn’t mean to eavesdrop--I was hungry and didn’t think before running up here. But um, listen, if you ever need an ear or a shoulder,” he shrugs delicately. “You’ve been there for me before a few times now. I like to think we’re good friends, so I want you to know you can always count on me to be there if you need someone. That’s all.”

Buck would be touched if he weren’t also kind of mortified over having been caught spilling his guts to Dr. Copeland. Albert must see that, because he immediately moves to change the subject. “So, pizza?”

“Yup,” Buck clears his throat. “Sal’s is the best joint in the area, their menu’s on the fridge, call and order whatever you want. I’ll umm, I’ll join you in a little bit.”

"Ok." Albert scurries off quickly enough and Buck feels a little bad for not being more reassuring that he's not upset with him. But it's hard; being vulnerable, that is.

********

An hour later dinner is silent and just a tiny bit awkward between the two men.

It's only after a couple of beers that Buck loosens up enough to blurt out, "I'm in love with Eddie."

Albert blinks up at him in surprise. "Oh shit." His face breaks out into a happy grin. "Dude, that's awesome! I always thought you two would be good together. Actually, I gotta admit, I thought you two were dating when we first met at that bar. So it makes sense." Albert's voice trails off upon realizing how red Buck's face has gone. "Wait, did you not--you know? Know?" Albert's eyes grow wide.

Buck shrugs. "I kinda always knew? But I mean, the Eddie thing is..." He groans, "How am I supposed to tell my best friend I'm in love with him? It would ruin everything."

Albert shakes his head adamantly. "No way man, you said it yourself, Eddie's your best friend, your feelings for him wouldn't 'ruin' anything. Even if by some crazy chance he doesn't feel the same way it's not like he'd stop being friends with you."

Buck rubs a hand up his shoulder and bites on his bottom lip. "But what if that's exactly what happens? I don't wanna hide my feelings anymore, from anyone, but I don't think I can take that risk--it's too big, I could lose too much."

Albert has seen the way Eddie looks at Buck when he thinks no one is else is paying attention. “Look man, I’m not exactly the observant type--Howie can tell you that--but even I can see Eddie’s heart eyes when he’s looking in your direction.”

Buck groans, hiding his face in his hands. “I just don’t wanna mess up what we have.” he looks up, his expression sullen. “We’ve got a good thing going.” he shrugs. “If I confess my feelings there’s a chance--” he sighs, hanging his head. “I can’t do it.”

Albert reaches over and squeezes his shoulder in support. Suddenly an idea strikes him. “Hey,” he jumps up. “What if I could prove to you that Eddie’s just as into you as you are, into him? Would you say something then?”

Buck lifts his head to look Albert in the eye, “How would you go about doing that?”

Albert waves him off. “You don’t gotta worry about that part. Just trust me.”

Buck raises a brow, dubious. “Ok, but you need to promise you won’t say anything about my feelings to Eddie--or to anyone, for that matter. Not even Chimney can know.”

“I swear, not a word!”

*********

Albert strikes over the weekend, during a friendly game of basketball with the 118. Albert had originally only been intending to play one on one with Chim, like usual, but had convinced him to invite everyone at the station, too, last minute.

“Buck’s on my team!” Albert declares, before anyone can even truly get settled.

Chim glares at Albert. “Oh yeah, call dibs on our tallest guy.”

Albert shrugs, throwing an arm around Buck and pulling him close. “And let’s not forget the most handsome.” he winks at Buck with the subtlety of a fire engine racing across town.

Chim raises a questioning brow at his brother but otherwise doesn’t comment. “Uh huh. Anyway, then I want Eddie on my team.”

Eddie steps up beside Chim, giving Buck a look. “Ready to get your ass handed to you?”

Buck scoffs. “I have the power of youth on my side, thanks.” he says, pointing to Albert.

Bobby clears his throat. “This is starting to feel a lot like a middle school gym class, where I’m picked last for teams.”

Hen bumps his fist in camaraderie. “Preach, Cap.”

“Hen, I call Hen!” Chimney immediately announces, practically dragging his best friend over to his side.

“Good, cause I was gonna pick Captain Nash anyway.” Albert sticks his tongue out.

Buck grins when Bobby walks over to stand beside him. His parents never let him play sports when he was a kid--he had to forge their signatures for whatever ‘dangerous’ activity he wanted to participate in, and so he and his dad had never gotten to toss the ball around in the backyard the way most of his friends had, growing up.

Being on the same team with Bobby now kind of feels like that. Not that he’d say it out loud. He’s way too old for that stuff now. Not to mention the fact that now he has to focus on both the game and on whatever Albert is plotting with him and Eddie.

Buck sighs. He should’ve kept his big mouth shut.

The game starts out friendly enough, some playful jabs thrown here and there, but Buck can tell Albert and Chimney are out for blood, knocking elbows and teasing the other when they miss a shot. Though, he concedes, they are siblings, and well, he and Maddie, even at this age, can still get a little overly zealous when competing with one another. So he’s not too worried.

They take a break about half way through the game, sweaty and tired from running around so much, when Albert starts to speak. “Man, I can’t wait for that double date next Friday.”

Chim glances up at him from the bench, where he’s rehydrating. “You’re going on a date? First I’ve heard.”

Albert nods. “Yup. With Buck and these two really cool chicks I met at the coffee shop a couple of weeks ago.”

Eddie furrows his brows. “Did you say Friday?”

Albert nods, knowing exactly where this is going.

Eddie turns to Buck, who’s trying his best to telepathically communicate with Albert to cut it out before he strangles the kid. “Uh, Friday’s game night.” he says, his tone slightly accusatory.

Bobby’s eyes dart between the two men curiously. Hen presses her lips together. “Game night?”

Eddie nods. “Every Friday we get together at my place and do a game night. Christopher looks forward to ‘em every week.”

Albert cuts in before Buck can say anything. “Wow, you two sound like a married couple with a kid.” he teases. “But I mean, what’s the big deal, missing one game night? Buck could meet the love of his life Friday night. Isn’t that a little more important?”

Eddie makes a face none of the crew can really read. “Guess you’re right.” he agrees reluctantly, picking up the ball and passing it to Chimney just a tad on the rough side. “Break’s over, let’s get back to it, yeah?” He steps out into the court without looking back, his shoulders set rigidly.

Albert grins at Buck, whispering as the others head to the court as well, “It’s working!”

“He looks like he wants to kill someone.” Buck half whispers back, eyes wide. “Your plan sucks.”

“Shh, you’ll be thanking me later, now c’mon, let’s go!” Albert runs into the court and takes his position at the front, between Buck and Bobby.

Buck can’t help but focus entirely on Eddie’s sour mood during the game, which is probably why he doesn’t notice the uneven asphalt as he goes to catch Bobby’s toss until it’s too late. He loses his footing and goes down hard.

Buck’s back and side hit the pole connected to the basketball net and the damn thing actually shakes with the force of the collision. Bobby is on him instantly, helping him up and asking if he’s alright. Buck tries to say he’s fine, but the moment he’s standing he bends over, wrapping an arm around himself, wincing in pain. “Hurts.” he admits.

Eddie sprints across the ball court to help Bobby get Buck to the benches where he can sit and they can see what’s going on. Hen lifts his shirt and grimaces tightly at the humongous ugly bruise already forming against his back and part of his chest. “Jesus, Buck.” she feels around that area.

Buck gasps at the onslaught of pain and tries his best not to flinch away from her.

“Definitely some bruised ribs, Buck,” Hen tells him sympathetically, pulling down his shirt as gently as she can. “Possibly fractured. I would definitely get this checked out in the ER, in case they’re broken. They’ll need to do an x-ray and a CT just to rule it out.”

Buck groans. “Can’t I just ice it?”

“C’mon,” Bobby shakes his head, helping Buck get up. “I’m taking you--”

Eddie interrupts, his hand on Buck’s shoulder. “I can go. Christopher’s at a sleepover today, so I’m free anyway.” he volunteers.

Buck is in too much pain to argue with either of them, and ends up in the front passenger seat of Eddie’s truck. Bobby makes Eddie promise to text the team updates.

**********

Eddie fills out Bucks form so he can hold an ice pack to his side while they wait in the ER. Once he’s done he hands it to the nurse at the front desk and sits down next to Buck. “How ya’ feeling?”

Buck knows there isn’t a point to lying, not when he needed to lean the majority of his weight on the other man from the car to the waiting room, after all. “Like the whole left side of me got hit by a car.”

“Here, gimme that, I’ll hold it for you.” Eddie takes the ice pack and places it gently against his side, grimacing when Buck cringes. “Hurt a lot?”

“Only when I breath.” Buck jokes, though it’s not too far from the truth. “You know you don’t have to stay here with me, I can call an Uber to drive me home. The place is packed, we’re probably gonna be waiting for hours.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “I’m not leaving you, so this had better be your first and last attempt at getting me to go.”

Buck sighs. “Fine.”

“Good.” Eddie clears his throat. “So...”

Buck turns his eyes towards him. “So?”

“You’re really not coming to game night Friday?”

Buck looks away. He doesn’t want to lie to Eddie, but how crazy would he look if he told him Albert made all that up--in order to admit the truth he’d also have to confess his feelings for his best friend, and there’s just no way in hell that’s happening. “Yeah,” he says instead, “Sorry, I was planning on telling you later today, it just kinda slipped my mind.”

Eddie hums, pursing his lips. “No it’s cool, Albert’s right. She might be the one.” he says, though it’s said dryly.

Buck looks up at him from underneath his long lashes, curiously. “And uh, if she is?”

“Then,” Eddie shrugs, “Good for you.”

Buck nods.

An uncomfortable silence falls upon the two men and it’s another half hour of awkwardness before Eddie picks up the conversation again.

“You know what,” he starts, turning to Buck, “I lied. Not good for you.”

Buck blinks at the bluntness. “What?”

“I don’t want you to go on that date. And I don’t want to cancel game night. I know it’s selfish and I’m being kind of psycho right now, but I think I’m jealous?” Eddie’s mouth snaps shut, as though he hadn’t meant to say any of that out loud. Like the words simply spilled forth without his brains permission.

“You’re jealous? Of...what?” Buck doesn’t dare to hope this is what he thinks it is.

Eddie groans, putting down the ice pack for a moment and turning his chair completely to the side so he can face Buck fully. “I know I said Christopher looks forward to game nights, and he does, but so do I. I look forward to spending time with the two of you together and I get excited when our shifts line up on certain weeks and I’m getting tired of saying goodnight and watching you walk to your Jeep, all because I’m too much of a coward to just say--” Eddie stops himself, his chest aching, the words caught in his throat.

“I’m in love with you.” Buck blurts out.

“You--” Eddie stammers. “You are?” he asks in disbelief.

Buck gulps, his cheeks heating up. “For a while now, I think. I just...hadn’t realized until recently.” Dr. Copeland had been a huge part of figuring that out.

“Christ,” Eddie doesn’t waste a second more. He takes Bucks face in his hands and brings their foreheads together right then and there. “Can I...?”

Buck nods, their lips brushing slightly with the motion. “Please.”

Eddie kisses him, softly, tentatively, before pulling away just a bit. “I love you.” he confesses breathlessly.

Buck thinks his heart might actually burst out of his chest.

Man, Albert is never gonna let him hear the end of this.

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