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chukys-mouthguard · 5 months ago

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broken memories

sequel to kinda tempting

4.3k words

featuring: mat barzal x female reader x matt rempe

warnings: miscarriage/loss of pregnancy, conversations about loss of pregnancy

The words of the doctor echoed in your ears as you sat in your apartment. Impatiently waiting for Matt to arrive home, picking at your nails as you couldn’t begin to formulate a plan of how to break the unfortunate news. Surely he’d be upset, angry as well. Which would be expected, the grieving process always brings out multiple emotions in everyone.

Trying to practice, your mouth could barely formulate the words. Tears not ceasing, just as you thought you’d pull yourself together you’d get choked up all over again.

The sound of your phone dinging on the couch beside you snapping you from your thoughts for a moment, a simple five minutes away :) text displayed on the screen as you felt your heart sink further into your stomach.

Not wanting to worry Matt too much, you hurried to dry your tears. Rushing to the bathroom to put some cold water on your face in hopes it would tone down the redness your crying had caused.

“Babe? I’m home!”

Hearing Matt’s voice call from the living room you did your best to calm your emotions, putting on a smile as you walked out of the bathroom and down the hall to greet him.

“There she is!”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest as he kissed your head. Despite your efforts to control your emotions, you felt the tears beginning to form once again.

“And how is baby girl doing?”

The smile on his face broke your heart, his hands caressing your stomach as he kissed over your shirt. His eyes flashing up at yours to see the tears falling, his smile fading immediately as he wrapped you in a hug once again. Unsure as to why you were crying, but trying his best to comfort you.

As his arms wrapped around you, it was as if your world came crashing down. Matt doing his best to console you as you sobbed into his chest, despite you not saying anything he’d figured it out. His own tears formed as he tried to be strong for you, knowing that was what you needed.

“Babe, y/n, can you talk to me, please? Tell me what happened.”

Pulling yourself from his arms you walked to the couch, taking a seat as you tried to explain. Not knowing what to say, he’d clearly figured it out himself, but still needed to hear you confirm.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry Matt.”

He didn’t want to crowd you, giving you space as he sat across from you on the ottoman, his emotions starting to get the better of him.

His gaze was glued to the floor as his hands rested at the back of his neck. You watched as he sat silent, the only sounds in the room were his sharp breaths as he tried to hold back his tears.

Something told you not to comfort him, instead just waiting for him to say something. But words didn’t come, only tears as he softly cried. Hands moving to cover his face as the reality settled in. The excitement of having a little girl was now washed away. No more plans for decorating the nursery together, the constant baby name discussions would now cease, and worst of all he’d have to break the news to his family. He’d just left them a few weeks ago having told them that things were great. And now things were anything but, the world seeming so cruel for having taken your baby from the two of you.

His hands now wiped his tears as he’d settled his breathing. Standing up and slowly pacing the floor as he tried to organize his thoughts. Not wanting to overstep, but needing to know what happened.

“I, I don’t mean to upset you, but, what happened? Do you know?”

“We, we don’t know. The doctor said sometimes there isn’t an explanation, and it seems so unfair, but. God, I hate that you weren’t there that day, having to be there and think it was just a normal routine check in. And it turned so dark so fast the moment we didn’t hear the heartbeat.”

You wiped your tears as Matt stopped in his tracks. A look of confusion now on his face as he glanced over to you.

“Wait, so, this happened at your appointment that was over a week ago?”

Nodding your head you looked at him confused. “Yeah, it was the one I had to schedule while you were in Connecticut because she didn’t have any other open appointments.”

A slight chuckle left his lips as his demeanor had changed from sad to almost annoyed.

“So, you’ve known for over a week, and I just find out now? You didn’t bother to call me to tell me? I could’ve come home, I could’ve been here for you! Why would you keep this from me?”

His voice was laced with hurt and anger, which you expected. It wasn’t that you wanted this to be a secret, but how were you supposed to tell him over the phone?

“Matt, I wasn’t calling or texting you about this! Plus, you had obligations, you couldn’t just back out, you signed contracts.”

“I think they’d fucking understand if I told them my girlfriend just lost our baby!”

Matt’s shout echoed throughout the apartment, despite knowing he’d be upset, this was the last reaction you’d expected. Him to be yelling at you, as if you’d done something wrong. As if you didn’t already feel bad enough, like losing the baby was somehow your fault.

“I can’t believe you kept this from me. I think I’m coming home to you and our baby, but instead-“

“You come home to just me? Gosh I’m sorry I’m not good enough! I’m sorry that I lost the baby, as if I did it on purpose.”

Not bothering to continue the argument Matt retreated down the hall. Slamming the door to your shared bedroom, causing you to jump. Tears continued to run down your cheeks as you could only blame yourself for not telling him sooner. Wishing you would’ve had the guts to break the news right away, maybe you two wouldn’t be fighting when instead you should be comforting one another.

The apartment grew silent after the slam of the door, Matt trying his best to relax, but the idea that you’d kept this from him for over a week not leaving his mind. His eyes moving from the floor to the dresser, landing on the framed photo the two of you used to announce your pregnancy. The two of you were out of focus as you held up the ultrasound photo. Matt holding a mini hockey stick with your due date written across it.

He picked up the frame, his grip on the edge tight as he saw a few tears fall to coat the glass. He remembered how excited he was to take those photos, and how he was even more excited to post them. Being able to share with the world the new journey the two of you would be experiencing.

But now, it all had been ripped out from under him. Having to process the emotions while also wanting to be there for you, despite you having kept the news from him over a week.

His anger slowly began to overtake his sadness once again as he threw the picture frame across the room. The glass shattered as he sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands as he sobbed once again. Wishing there was something he could do to make this all better, though he knew there was no changing it.

The shattering glass should’ve caught you off guard, but you knew that Matt was experiencing all the emotions that could be expected with this news. You’d had a week to process things and start grieving, but now it was his turn. As much as you wanted to run and comfort him, you knew he’d want to be alone. Needing to get out his anger and frustration however he felt would help.

Minutes, possibly an hour had gone by before Matt finally emerged from your bedroom. His clothes were now different as he searched the kitchen counter for his phone, appearing to be heading out.

“You’re leaving?”

Despite not trying to sound annoyed, you didn’t manage to hide it. Matt typing a text on his phone before he bothered to look up at you. Grabbing his keys from the counter as he slipped his hands into his pockets.

“Yeah, I am. I’m not sitting around here all night crying about this. If you want to do that, have fun. Although you’ve known for over a week, and I just found out thirty minutes ago. So excuse me if I’m gonna deal with this in my own way.”

Another slam of a door and he was gone. Your heart broke to see him so hurt, as if you had any other option. Knowing he was probably heading to meet up with some of the guys that had also come back into town for workouts before training camp would start back up. And while you knew he’d probably be going to get drunk or do anything to get his mind off of the news, you wished he would’ve stayed with you.

But your tears were now ceasing as you’d tried to pull yourself together. Reaching for your phone hoping social media could be some sort of distraction. You’d tried getting some work done earlier for the Rangers socials, but didn’t make it far, clearly obvious as you opened your Tik Tok to see a message asking if you wished to continue editing a post you’d quickly given up on.

As you closed out the message, a Tik Tok soon filled your screen that had been filtered for you since it was hockey related. And as the images of Mat Barzal getting down on one knee flashed before your eyes, followed by scenes of posing and kissing, you felt your heart break all over again.

The girl soon came into view and of all people for him to be engaged to, she was the last person you ever hoped to see.

While your relationship with Mat had hardships, you’d thought they were all things you could work through. Even the secret meetups and behind your back texts he’d been sending to this mystery girl you’d come to learn was named Ava.

You never told anyone, hoping it was something you could work through despite the rift it had caused. Partially being the reason you’d gone off and slept with Matt Rempe in the first place. You were so hurt to think it was easy for someone to do that to you, to think they would never get caught. And he didn’t, because you never outed him. You loved him so much that the second he’d shown a bit of improvement, you were sure that Ava was out of the picture and he was done with her.

Turns out you were wrong.

Had he been waiting to end things with you so he could be with her? It had only been five months since things ended between you two because of your pregnancy, to get engaged that quickly it was clear he’d never cut ties.

You knew you shouldn’t be hurt, but deep down you still loved Mat, you always would. If you could go back and change everything, you’d do it in a heartbeat. But unfortunately the world didn’t work that way, and you had to deal with the cards you’d been dealt.

Not wanting to sit and sulk in your apartment any longer, you searched for your keys. Slipping on your shoes before heading out the door.

No destination in mind, just driving until you’d run out of energy or gas, whichever came first. It wasn’t until you’d seen signs for an all too familiar exit that you had realized where your subconscious had brought you.

The sign for Elmont made your heart ache, thinking of the memories that lived in this city. Muscle memory leading you to the parking garage connected to the apartment you used to call home. Finding a spot before you headed up to floor thirteen.

You wondered what the hell you were doing here, why you’d thought this idea was at all a good one. But if you were honest, you weren’t thinking at all. Your emotions getting the best of you as you reach to knock on the door, no chance to turn back.

The door opened and you could’ve sworn your heart stopped. Seeing the familiar face behind it gives you goosebumps as you hadn’t thought even for a second what if someone else had opened the door.

“Y/n?”

Mat stared at you confused as you were the last person he’d expected to see at his door. Though you’d not thought of what you’d say if he was home, you knew this was the only time you’d probably get to say anything at all.

“Five months? It only took you five months to move on? Not to mention with her?”

Mat rolled his eyes as he rested an arm against the door, not wanting to argue with you when he knew there was no point.

“Y/n really? You don’t even know her to say anything about what I choose to do and with whom.”

“I know you were cheating on me with her Mat, you think I was oblivious to it?”

His eyes went wide as pushed his arm off the door, pulling you inside as this wasn’t a conversation he wanted the neighbors overhearing.

“I’m sorry?”

“You think I didn’t know? I knew about it all, but I loved you so much I thought we’d get past it. You started to change your behavior and I thought you were done with her. But clearly you never stopped, and now you’re fucking engaged to her?”

Your voice rang throughout his apartment as you paced the floor. Tears not able to form in your eyes as you’d surely cried every last one over the past week and a half. Mat let out a scoff as he watched you, waiting for an opportunity to spit back at you.

“Really? You’re going to scold me after you did the same fucking thing? If not worse? You cheated on me too, remember? And you’re fucking pregnant with that guys kid! How could we have ever recovered from that? I did cut ties with her, when I started changing my behavior it was genuine. Because I hated knowing I was doing that shit behind your back, because I loved you! And then you go and break my heart like that. So don’t try to paint me as the bad guy here okay? And why do you care anyways, you’re busy prepping for a baby with your boyfriend.”

His shouts were louder than yours as you could hear the anger that still lingered, the hurt he still felt at what you’d done. And while two wrongs certainly didn’t make a right, you both couldn’t change what you’d done. Whether it was one time, or ten, you’d both hurt one another with your actions.

Hearing him mention you being pregnant, you couldn’t help but wonder if you should tell him. Not that it would change a thing, he’d moved on and you were with Matt, but you felt he deserved to know.

“Not anymore.”

Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper as Mat’s angered expression quickly turned to one of confusion.

“Wait, what? You guys didn’t-“

“God no, I’d never do that. I lost the baby.”

He immediately regretted his words that he’d spat at you like they were nothing. How angry he’d sounded as he shouted at you, wishing he could have controlled his frustrations better.

“Oh my god, y/n, I’m so sorry. Come here.”

The familiar feeling of his arms wrapped around you was all it took for you to break down once again. His hold on you makes you forget any of your own frustrations as he tries his best to console you. Though he knew nothing he said would be good enough, there was nothing he could say that would make this better.

“I’m such an idiot, I didn’t know, I wouldn’t have-“

“Stop, it’s okay. Like you said, you didn’t know.”

He hated seeing you so broken. He knew despite the circumstances, you were excited to be a mother. And he wanted that for you, even if it was with someone else. But to know you’d lost the opportunity, in the most unexpected of ways, it broke his heart. You didn’t deserve that, no matter if you’d hurt him and done your own wrongs. No one deserves to go through the hurt you were.

“How is Matt handling the news?”

The two of you had eventually moved to the couch, Mat getting you some water and tissues as you’d finally been able to calm down a bit.

“Not well, at all. He’s angry, and hurt. Because I didn’t tell him right away. I couldn’t. He was on the road, that’s never something I would’ve texted or told him over the phone. But, he’s mad at me for it. I think he wants to believe it would’ve changed something, had he been here for the appointment.”

Mat listened intently, still unsure what was the right response. Of course never experiencing something like this he wanted to be sensitive to your emotions, but he didn’t want to stay too quiet.

“Well, I think he definitely needs time. Especially having not found out at the same time as you. But, how are you doing?”

He cautiously reached for your hand, not wanting to come across any particular way, but sensing you could use some comfort and reassurance. Despite all that happened, he still loved you, that was never going to change.

“I, I’m okay. Not great, but okay. I’ve just spent this last week and half really thinking about everything. Thinking about the future now that all our plans are going to be changing out of nowhere. I shouldn’t even be thinking about this right now, but, part of me thinks that Matt and I won’t make it through this.”

No matter his opinion of your relationship, Mat wanted the best for you. He wanted you happy, but the way you were talking. The change in your facial expression, he could read you like a book.

“I think you’re overthinking things, sure he’s upset now. But I’m sure once he takes some time to work through his feelings, you two will be okay!��

A slight chuckle left your lips as you shook your head.

“No, I’m not talking about that. I’m saying, if I hadn't gotten pregnant, he and I wouldn’t even be together right now. I’d still be with you, we’d be the ones planning a wedding. I don’t want to sound cold or heartless, but deep down I know I’m only with him because of the baby. If I had things my way, you know it would be you.”

His fingers tangled with yours as he smirked, the thought unbeknownst to you had also crept through his mind a few times. Wondering what if countless times.

What if he’d never snuck around behind your back, what if you hadn’t done the same to him. What if you’d never gotten pregnant, what if he’d still had you as his fiance. Surely you would have been married by now, even maybe expecting a baby of your own. At least, that’s how Mat would have planned it if he had the choice.

“Well, as much as I’d love to say that it still could be, things aren’t exactly that easy. Plus, you don’t even know if you and Matt are actually going to break up because of everything. Just, try to not get ahead of yourself, okay?”

He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze as he checked his phone, noticing the time and hating to rush you out. But you knew you couldn’t stay longer, needing to get home so Matt didn’t wonder where you were.

He walked you to the door, wrapping you in a hug as he apologized once again.

“Listen, you need anything, and I mean anything, please don’t ever feel like you cannot come to me. Okay? I don’t care what happened, I love you, I always will, and I will always be here for you.”

Mat kissed your head before he said goodbye, watching you head down the hall as you dreaded the drive back home not knowing which Matt you would be coming home to. Whether or not he’d be drunk after drowning his feelings, or if he would have trashed more things in the apartment.

But as you returned home, you’d realized he wasn’t back yet. Leaving you to assess the damage from earlier when he’d retreated to your bedroom. Your eyes immediately falling on the shattered picture frame, your pregnancy announcement photo now laying on the floor. As if an accurate representation for how life now felt, a mess of broken memories.

The sound of the door opening letting you know Matt was home, his keys clanging against the counter as you heard him making his way down the hall. Leaning against the door frame he watched as you finished cleaning up the glass, placing the photo on the dresser as you headed for the kitchen in need of a trash can.

“Can we talk?”

His voice was soft, a little hoarse as if he’d been crying. You looked at him with a blank expression, heading to the couch as you assumed he’d follow suit. Which he did, finding a place on the couch as he sighed. The two of you sat in silence for what felt like thirty minutes before either of you spoke.

“I’m sorry that you had to go through that alone. I hate I wasn’t here for you, to comfort you while you experienced the roller coaster of emotions that can come with news like that. And I hate that you felt you couldn’t tell me before I came home tonight, but I hope you understand my frustrations. I didn’t mean to walk out on you, but I had a lot to think about.”

“Like what?”

A look of confusion washed over you as he tossed his hat to the side, running a hand through his hair. A deep sigh left his lips as he took a second to gather his thoughts.

“Losing the baby opened my eyes to a lot of things, and as much as I try to convince myself otherwise, I just don’t think I can do this. We both know, whether we want to admit it or not, we are only here right now because of the baby. If you wouldn’t have gotten pregnant, you and Mat would probably be married right now. This was never real, as much as we wanted it to be for the baby. It was never going to be me, no matter how much I hoped it would be. No matter how easily we fell into this routine trying to make this work. Without the baby, what are we?”

Despite having had the same thoughts, it didn’t make this conversation hurt any less. The idea that you weren’t wrong for thinking the baby was the only thing keeping you and Matt together. No matter how hard you tried convincing yourself that the feelings were real and you were happy with Matt, deep down it didn’t feel right. Sure being with the father of your child made sense, it felt natural, the right thing to do. But when that man was the person you’d cheated on your boyfriend with, never anything more, it was hard to make a relationship work from that.

“I don’t hate you, I have so much love in my heart for you. I wish this could have been our story, but maybe, as shitty as this is losing our baby. Maybe this was our sign that it wasn’t meant for us, at least not together.”

You hadn’t noticed any tears until Matt reached out to wipe one from your cheek, his hand resting to caress your cheek.

“I’m gonna pack up as much of my stuff as I can tonight, I’m gonna go stay with the Quick’s for a little bit while I continue my training before camp. I’ll come back and get the rest of my things as I’m able.”

Nodding your head you took a deep breath, smiling up at him despite the pain you felt. Never imagining this day to come, thinking the two of you were in this for the rest of your lives.

You watched as Matt retreated to the bedroom, packing up whatever he could take with him. Keeping your space to let him take care of things as you tried to keep busy tidying up the apartment.

The sound of him shuffling down the hall made you stop your cleaning, meeting him by the front door as he gave you a soft smile. Dropping his bags as he wrapped you in a hug, kissing your head before reaching for the door.

“If you need anything, I’m just a call away okay?”

With that, he was gone, and the apartment once again felt ten times larger being there alone. Checking the time you knew you needed to go to bed, the day having drained every last ounce of energy from you.

Searching for your phone you’d found it on the couch, realizing you never bothered to text Mat you’d made it home safe. Not that you expected him to worry, his offer to text him if you needed anything seemed like a subconscious thing said in passing.

To: Mat Barzal

Made it home safe, been dealing with a bit…matt packed his things and left

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junkpuppet225 · 16 days ago

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warning: smut, p in v, oral female receiving, cursing - all the good stuff. 18+ Minors DNI Readers younger by half. Daddy issues not mentioned. Richie’s a ghost simp. Doesn’t stop Richie from sending out the goons. Nobody fucks with pookie.

word count: lots plus there’s gonna be more.

summary: You and Richie have been working together for a while now and you knew better than to hookup with him but he’s just to god damn irresistible. Hooking up and arguing are what you both specialize in until something changes.

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It wasn’t Sydney who held a knife to Richie’s chest one particularly shitty day at The Original Beef of Chicagoland - it was you but you’d never be so cruel as to bring up his daughters name in an argument so when he makes his usual smart ass remark (about who only knows what) and you turn your knife on him he doesn’t call you a bitch. He calls you sweetheart and that’s much worst. Even if you secretly love the pet name it sets you off when he says it because it isn’t just for you. He calls every pretty girl that crosses his path sweetheart and the thought narrows your eyes further.

“Oh—-, you gonna stab me sweetheart?”

“Fuck you Richie.”

“You wish.”

“Such a smart ass.” You snap and slam the knife down on the counter so you don’t accidentally (or purposely) slit his throat. That night after everyone’s gone home and he’s fucking you senseless against the biting brick of the wall in the alley behind the restaurant you make sure to pull his hair - hard but like typical Richie it just turns him on more as he moans against your throat.

“You wanna hurt me sweetheart?” His words are soft against your skin - sending a shiver of pleasure to your core as he lifts your hips to sink into you deeper and a gasp escapes you. You loosen your fingers from the back of his hair gripping his shoulders as he thrust into you deeply, warm lips brushing against your throat. “‘Cause you’re makin’ me feel so fuckin’ good.”

Richie buries his face in the bend of your shoulder with a groan, feeling you tighten around him as a deep moan rattles in his chest and you cling to him. “That’s it sweetheart, f-fuck—-, that’s it… feels so fucking good baby.”

Your fingers return to his hair tugging gently this time as he lifts his ocean eyes to yours. The emotions swirling in his beautiful gaze don’t belong here - you are not trying to fall in love with some middle aged man in the back alley of a sloppy ass sandwich shop but you can’t bring yourself to hurt him again, keeping your grip in his hair light as he fucks up into you desperately - coming a moment later with a whimper against your lips.

Then he helps you down to your feet, even helps you adjust your clothes and runs a hand into your soft hair as he studies you before he’s pulling a cigarette out and lighting it quickly. You stand beside him sharing the smoke for another minute and then without even a see you tomorrow you’re headed to The L alone.

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“Okay there we go. Thats better. That’s a good picture.”

Monday morning Tina’s studying a photo on Richie’s phone that’s apparently of the woman he took out on a date over the weekend and you can’t help but roll your eyes as you slip behind him grasping his hip as he steps back into you accidentally.

“Behind.”

“Shit—-, sorry sweetheart.” Richie mutters - all but ignoring you as Tina assures him his date has nice eyes and you storm through the kitchen forcing yourself not to listen to his reply as you disappear out front to restock the napkins. Why do you care if Richie goes on a date? You don’t want to date him. You don’t even want to talk to him you silently assure yourself slamming the napkin holder a little too hard as the corner catches your finger and you growl in frustration.

In the kitchen Richie is still going on and on about his date as Sydney and Tina try to work around him each becoming more frustrated by the minute. “No sense of humor, ya know? Even worse she’s got no sense of Chicago history.” Richie mutters glancing to the front as he spots you standing with your finger in your mouth - eyebrows pulling together as you study the small bruise forming on its tip. The way the bright morning sun shines through the front glass cast you in warm light - illuminating your gaze as it lifts to him slowly.

“She does have beautiful eyes though.” He assures himself - no longer thinking about the drab woman who sat across from him Saturday night with no personality wearing too much perfume.

“Five minutes till open chefs.” Carmy mutters in passing as you return to the kitchen doing your best not to look at Richie. You don’t have it in you to argue with him because if he brings up his date you’ll lose what little grasp you have on your feelings for him and possibly stab him or burst into tears or both at the thought of him spending time with another woman. “You good, chef?” Carmy asks quietly, giving you his full attention as you nod - turning your face to his as a smile pulls at your lips.

Carmy is cute and sweet, even chill - for the most part. You wouldn’t have to argue with him everyday just to get something from him. Plus he’s way closer to you in age - so why does the loud mouthed grandpa standing a few feet away make you feel weak every time he glances your way? Fuck.

“Yes chef. I’m good.”

“Good.”

A soft laugh escapes you at Carmy’s awkwardness then you glance up to Richie who’s glaring at you now. You let your eyes sweep over his handsome face then down his chest to focus on his strong hands - both clenched tightly at his sides as the plastic in his iPhone pops with the intense pressure.

“Can you prep giardiniera today?”

“Yes, chef.” You say to Carmy, the words barely slipping from your parted lips as he thanks you with a kind smile and moves on through the kitchen. Ten minutes later everyone’s focused on their tasks except for Richie - who is never really focused on anything it seems and he’s standing behind you bent slightly so his words are yours and yours alone. “What’s up with all this yes chef - right away chef bullshit?” He whispers against your ear as you continue to slice green peppers - focusing on your hands to keep from losing a finger. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh you know exactly what I’m talking about sweetheart. What kinda shit are you trying to pull? You think he can fuck you better than me?”

You stop chopping and turn your eyes up to his quickly. You knew better than to hook up with a coworker - especially a fucking man-child like Richie Jerimovich but something about him gets under your skin in the best possible way and as much as you fucking hate his ass you can’t seem to get enough.

“You must think I’m a real whore, huh?” You whisper and watch his own eyes go wide. He actually looks hurt then a flash of regret fills his troubled gaze as you return to the task your BOSS assigned to you.

“Hey? I don’t think that.” Richie says quickly - his eyes burning into your back as you try to ignore him, wiping at your left eye with the back of your hand to remove the tear that betrays you. “Y/N. I don’t fucking think that.”

“Yeah. Okay.” You mutter keeping your back to him. You don’t want to fight today. No one here wants to listen to you to argue like you’ve been married for forty years. You want to be good at this job - for Mikey. He saw potential in you when no one else did. Richie said you were to young to work here and Carmy was a thousand miles away in New York. You want Carmy to look at you with respect like he did this morning - you want someone to fucking look at you like you’re more than a piece of ass to be used to their liking.

Arguing with Richie every day isn’t going to make that happen. “Yo, cousin? Two minutes till open. You good?”

Richie doesn’t acknowledge Carmy and he doesn’t take his eyes off of you while you continue to chop vegetables like it’s your life’s mission. Thankfully he doesn’t say anything else - storming away a minute later when he realizes you aren’t going to engage in any of his bullshit today. You keep your head down as Carmy passes you to go into Mikey’s office.

You guess it’s his office now.

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Richie doesn’t speak to you for the rest of your shift and you actually manage to get everything you need done before midnight, gathering your things from your shared locker as you head to the back entrance to leave. Much to your dismay Richie is leaning against the wall with the door cracked, blowing the exhale of his cigarette into the back alley. When you look past him all you see is a steady sheet of rain so thick you cant even make out his car parked a few feet away.

“Really coming down out there.” Richie mutters keeping his eyes cast down as a sigh escapes you. It’s summer so it’s a warm but that doesn’t mean you want to drown on your way home. You don’t want to stay here either though so you take a step closer to Richie and pray it slacks off by the time you bum a few hits from his smoke.

“Let me give you a ride home, yeah?”

The last time he gave you a ride home you didn’t even make it to the front seat of his Honda as he buried one hand in your hair and guided you to the back seat with the other. A minute later you were propping your head up on a car seat with Richie’s face buried between your legs.

“…my best behavior. I promise.” Richie is saying as you’re pulled from the memory that spreads that familiar warmth only he can provide through your body. You open your mouth to protest as a flash of lightening brightens the night sky changing your mind and thanking him quietly. You watch him shrug off his thin hoodie and hand it to you, slipping it on over your white tank top thanking him again. He doesn’t speak until he’s sitting behind the wheel of his car with water dripping in his eyes, damp hands gripping the steering wheel nervously.

“Y/N. About earlier…”

“Richie.” You’re tired - physically and mentally and you still don’t want to do this today even if it’s now technically tomorrow. “Jus’…, don’t talk about yourself like that anymore okay? I don’t think that shit and it fucking bothers me that you think I do.” You sit beside him in his car wrapped in his thin zip up hoodie that shielded you from most of the rain and nod - whispering that you’re sorry. “When I saw you talking with cousin today - knowing that you and him make way more fucking sense than me and you. I….” His words die in his throat as he shakes the thought and flips on his headlights before turning to back out of the alley.

“I’m just… sorry if I ever made you think that shit Y/N.”

…and that’s more than any other guys ever given you.

Richie drives you home in silence after that as you pick at the tiny hole in the cuff of his hoodie - lifting your eyes to his once he brings the car to a stop at your apartment complex. “You wanna beer?” You whisper - not sure why your voice comes out so soft as he finds your eyes and nods. “Sure.”

So you both make your way across the wet parking lot and into the building as Richie brushes the rain water from his hair with his fingertips and you fumble for the keys you placed in the deep pockets of his hoodie - flipping on the dim kitchen light as you enter your space.

“Your place is really nice.” He assures you - looking around the quaint but tidy apartment you call home as you hand him an ice cold beer from the back of the fridge. “Thanks sweetheart.”

The term of endearment rolls off his tongue as he brings the bottle to his lips and takes a quick pull, glancing down to see what brand you have. When he looks up again you’ve tossed your keys and wallet to their designated spot on the counter and lifted yourself to the faux marble top - taking a slow drink from your own bottle.

Just outside your kitchen window a flash of lightening brightens the room followed by another roll of thunder making you idly slide closer to your company.

“It’s really coming down out there.” Richie says for the second time in thirty minutes and a laugh bubbles in your throat - it’s such an old man thing to say but for some reason you love it. You could listen to him talk about the weather and the price of oil in China all night and day. God you’ve got it bad. “What?” He asks with a grin and you assure him it’s nothing before swallowing another drink.

“So, you and cousin huh.” It’s not a question - it’s meant to come out more as a joking statement but he can’t hide the pang of hurt that fills his eyes before he’s looking away from you again. He doesn’t want you and Carmy together - Carmy is a baby, an annoying little shit - he wants you to like him. Not fucking baby bear. “That was just work shit, Richie. I don’t want him.”

You watch him laugh without humor and nod. He doesn’t believe you because why the fuck wouldn’t you want someone like Carmy? He was a forty-five year old loser with an ex-wife and a kid and no fucking chance of ever being anything but a joke. When you touch his arm his eyes only make it to your mouth, studying your words carefully as you assure him he’s the one you want.

“Y-Yeah?”

You nod and sit your bottle down beside you on the counter as he turns his body - standing between your parted legs, still fixated on your parted lips. “I told you I’d be on my best behavior, sweetheart.” Despite his words he steps closer to you - placing one hand on your hip as his eyes finally meets yours. Even with you sitting on the counter he’s still several inches taller than you so when he bends his neck to bring your lips together you recoil just enough to keep his gaze.

“I’ll stop if you want me to stop.” He whispers - his hand moving against the rough texture of your tank top before continuing past the hoodie to grasp at your waist. All you can manage is the slight horizontal shake of your head as he licks at his lips and lets his eyes fall back to yours. Suddenly there’s no air left in the room and whatever’s happening between the two of you is very different than what happens in the alley behind The Beef. This is soft and patient and fills your chest with a foreign emotion that catches in your throat.

“R-Richie?”

“Y-yeah?”

You swallow hard as he sits his own beer on the counter to your right before placing that hand on your thigh, the cold from the bottle igniting your hot skin as his palm slides into your cut off shorts and his fingers tease the crease of your leg making sure to stay outside of your panties until you give him the okay.

It’s never been like this with the two of you. The first time you hooked up you were screaming in his face a moment before he sunk his hands into your hair and backed you into Mikey’s office to fuck you on his desk. (He was never there anymore anyway - too busy with his coke and pills and bullshit Richie didn’t want to deal with.) That you could handle - messy and thoughtless and needy. This was nothing like that and it scared the shit out of you.

“What is it sweetheart?” Richie asks softly as you take in a deep breath and close your eyes focusing on the slow circles his thumb makes against the damp fabric covering your throbbing pussy. The wetness soaking through the thin fabric is driving him crazy - taking everything he has not to slip a finger inside of you.

“Touch me.” You finally whisper as his other hand moves to your collarbone, brushing the navy blue hoodie from your shoulder slowly as he inches closer to your mouth. “Okay.” He assures placing a soft kiss to your parted lips as a gasp rushes from your throat while he sinks his index finger into you slowly.

“So fucking wet for me baby.”

A moan follows along with a second finger as you scoot your hips closer to him and place your hand in his hair, brushing your fingers through the short strands as he leans his mouth into yours again - kissing you slowly, pushing his fingers into you further as yours tighten in his hair. Richie brings his thumb up to brush against your clit as you gasp into his mouth again before moaning his name against his lips.

“I love to hear you say my name sweetheart.”

You say it again as your insides begin to quake around him and you grasp his shoulders to try and steady yourself before you fall off the counter.

“I’ve got you baby. Jus’ let go and let me make you feel good, yeah?”

“Oh god… R-Richie…” It feels to good - to much as your legs begin to shake but he doesn’t slow the deep beckoning motion of his fingers causing a sudden rush of pleasure to fill your soul as you cry out and a string of profanity falls from his lips. “That’s it baby - so good for me.” You grip his hair as his own groan of pleasure follows and he finally eases his hand from your shorts - his other gripping at your throat gently as you try to pull air into your lungs.

You grasp his waist and pull him closer to your chest looking up at him with hooded eyes as you part your lips and he slips his wet fingers inside your mouth gently, eyes closing as you suck them clean and he grips your throat tighter. “So fucking good for me baby.” You can only moan in response as he pulls his fingers from your mouth to kiss you hard, sinking both hands into your hair to bring you to him. “Gonna make you come again sweetheart.”

Richie maybe a fuck boy at heart but a perk of being with an older man? He will make sure you’re completely spent before he even begins to think about his own pleasure. You’re kissing him again trying to force your tongue into his mouth as he whispers against your lips that your pussy belongs to him. That it was fucking made for him. You rest your forehead against his with a soft moan and nod slowly as he pulls at your shorts before sinking to his knees in your kitchen and buries his face between your thighs - drowning in you as your head falls back to the wall and your hand claps over your mouth to muffle the sob of pleasure that ring out through your apartment.

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Another difference between hooking up with fuck boys in their twenties and Richie Jerimovich was fuck boys call you hot while Richie spent the entire night kissing every inch of your skin whispering how beautiful you were. The only thing he has in common with the fuck boys is the ease of absolutely ghosting you the next morning and all but ignoring you for a week and a half after giving you the best sex of your life.

At first you were confused. His breath catching in his throat when you touched his chest to stop him in the kitchen of The Beef the next day asking if you did something wrong. He laughed and assured you everything was cool but you knew he regretted all the shit he’d whispered to you in the darkness of your bedroom.

Such a good girl for me Y/N.

You’re fucking beautiful.

Keep these pretty eyes on me baby.

F-fuckk—-, Y/N I love… this. Love you… the way you make me feel baby.

Whatever. Over the next week Tina asks you several times if everything’s okay between you and Richie because you don’t argue anymore. Richie barely speaks to you now and when a guy you met on Tinder comes in for a sandwich and a kiss Richie doesn’t even slow his loud conversation with one of the locals - doesn’t glance your way as Zach an obvious douche bag sinks his bulky hands into your hair and all but drags you across the counter to deepen your goodbye kiss.

“Damn, sweetheart. He’s an aggressive one.” Richie says with a laugh and his pal joins in like it’s the funniest shit ever uttered into existence as you make your way back into the kitchen feeling the heat creep into your cheeks. Later that night when everyone is gone but the two of you and Carmy - who sits in his office thumbing through overdue bills - Richie stands closer to you than he has in weeks - clearing his throat to mutter something about being sorry if things got weird between the two of you. When you assured him everything is cool he grins searching your eyes for any sign of the truth.

“Jus’ been busy with the kid and work and shit.”

What he doesn’t say is you falling asleep on his chest that night and waking up with you in his arms the morning after the best sex of his life left a feeling inside of him he’d never felt before. Not even with the mother of his child. So he kissed the crown of your head and got the fuck out of there before he ruined your life.

That was the only thing he was good at - ruining people’s lives.

“Richie, it’s fine.”

“Y-yeah I know. I just uh… yeah. I’m gonna head out… you uh, need a ride?”

You lift your eyes to Richie’s and force a sweet smile. That’s the last thing you need from him. No good will come from it. “I’m good, thanks.” You had to stop fucking this man before you wind up letting him break your heart. “Alright. Be safe getting home, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You assure and smile brighter as he continues to gaze into your eyes for another long minute then heads towards the back of the restaurant to leave. Thankfully Richie is still standing beside his car smoking when you burst through the back door to the alley watching him lift his blue eyes quickly as you all but run to him - standing on your tip toes to slide your hands into the back of his hair and bring him down to your desperate kiss.

This time wasn’t like last time. This time was rough and messy and what you needed from him but Richie still had that lost look on his face as he laid you out over the hood of his car and fucked into you roughly, gripping your hips as you tried to muffle your moans. “Fuck—- Y/N. Pussy’s so tight baby, let me hear you sweetheart - hear how good I make you feel.”

You cry out as he hits that perfect spot deep inside of you over and over until you’re coming undone around him desperately, gripping the hood of his car as he squeezes your hips. The sounds coming from deep in his chest are primal - nearly growling as he leans down and kisses the back of your neck, slipping an arm around you to bring you closer to his chest. “You feel so fucking good Y/N.” He groans out grasping the hair at the nape of your neck. “…missed this so much.” He kisses your neck again to stop his mindless rambling before he tells you he fucking loves you and sends you running from his arms. “You’re taking me so good sweetheart. Gonna make me come inside this perfect fucking pussy—- yeah?”

“Y-yeah. Richie…, please…”

“Beg me to come inside you baby. Tell me how much you fucking want it.”

“Please! God…, please… Richie…”

Richie closes his eyes tightly from the sounds you’re making - biting at your shoulder to keep from whispering how much he loves doing this with you - how much he fucking loves you. “F-Fuck Y/N. So fucking good.” Shaking the thought again he talks you through your second orgasm telling you how beautiful you are and how pretty your moans sound as you tighten around his cock making him come a second later with a deep groan.

You wish you could say things got better after that - that you both grew up and confessed your deep-seated feelings for one other and Richie took you out on a date and stopped fucking you like a two-bit whore in alleys and backseats but instead the next day he answers his cellphone in the middle of the kitchen surprised the dull girl Tina says has pretty eyes wants another date.

“Hey. Y-yeah of course I remember—- sure. Alright, yeah. See you then sweetheart.”

You can only watch dumbfounded as he shoves his cellphone back in his pocket and glances around the kitchen to boast with Ebra and Marcus about the call back like he’s completely clueless.

Except he isn’t clueless - he’s trying to give you an out so you can have an actual boyfriend your own age who will give you everything you deserve in this world. Tina matches your expression - gaping at Richie as he grabs an apron and wraps it around his waist, laughing at nothing and asking her what her problem is. You toss the small paring knife in your hand to the counter and mutter something about taking a break - shoving past him without a word.

“What the fuck are you doing estupido?” Tina asks in passing as he turns his head in the direction you disappeared. When he opens the back door you’re sitting on a turned over crate texting on your phone like only a twenty-something can - barely glancing at the words as your thumbs move skillfully across the screen. When you’re done you pocket the phone and stand quickly - surprised to see Richie standing in your way.

“Sorry just needed some air.” You assure him trying to steady the shaking of your voice. Richie was supposed to just be a good time and now all these feelings were getting in the way of that. He can do whatever the hell he wants - he’s not your boyfriend. “Y-yeah, uh me too. You good?”

You can only answer by nodding your head as he pulls out a smoke and you share a few puffs before heading inside to finish your prep giving him your best smile as he watches you leave without a word.

The next day you’re already at work when Richie makes it in - stopping dead in his tracks as he rounds the corner into the kitchen. You’re standing at the office door laughing with Carmy about one of his dumbass Noma stories and you look fucking beautiful.

You’re wearing a brown plaid skirt that barely covers your ass with a black long sleeve shirt that dips low on your chest - a simple gold chain dangling between your breasts. The knee high boots inside of his locker suddenly make sense as he glances down to the sensible shoes you wear to keep from killing your feet. Those boots with that outfit will break men’s necks in the street. “H-hey.” He mutters to Tina and Marcus but he’s unable to look away from you - your natural beauty enhanced by the dark makeup around your eyes - bringing out the beautiful color even more. The sight of you makes his heart hammer harder in his chest as you lift your eyes to his slowly.

The smile you give Carmy can’t even wipe the dazed look from his face. “You look really nice today sweetheart.” You thank him softly and remind Carmy that you’re off early tonight before heading to the front to stock the napkins.

“Hitting the club after work?” Richie mutters coming up beside you as you laugh - maybe a little too loudly and shake your head, letting your hair fall into your eyes as you close the napkin holder carefully. “Zach’s taking me out.” You assure him with an innocent smile surprised at how well he hides his distain. “Oh yeah?”

You search his eyes for anything - jealously, regret - anything to show you that you’re more than just a piece of ass to him. “Yeah.” Richie’s face gives nothing away as he nods and hopes you have a good time.

When it’s time to go you don’t bother saying goodbye to him - who’s busy with a customer anyway - pulling your boot on as you rush out the front door to jump in Zach’s lifted F150. Richie lifts his eyes - watching as the douche bag barely gives you time to sit down before he’s pulling into oncoming traffic - his loud exhaust echoing through the street. Inside The Original Beef of Chicagoland cousin slams the register drawer hard and mutters a loud “Fuck!”

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It didn’t take you long to see what everyone else saw in Zach. He was a douche bag but you tried to will it from existence in hopes to take your mind off of your tall and confusing co-worker. It wasn’t Zach’s sporadic driving to the fast food joint or his hand gripping your upper thigh the entire time he ordered through the drive through menu - not even when he asked if you were going in half once you made it to the window. You smiled through his arrogant and constant self promotion at the bar he took you to afterward - not even when you placed another twenty on top of his dollar tip when you left.

It wasn’t until you were in the parking lot with his hands in your hair and his strong body pressing you roughly against his truck that you realized this was a huge mistake. “Thanks for taking me out tonight.” You say placing your hand to his chest to try and put some space between the two of you but your date doesn’t really get the hint. Zach barely makes you a reply as he forces his tongue back into your mouth. You press your palm into his chest firmly as he finally backs away enough to take in a needed breath.

“You’re so god damn hot.” He assures you gripping your head tighter as he tries to bring you back to his sloppy kiss.

“I uh, maybe we should go home.” That didn’t come out right. You don’t want to go home with him you just want him to take you home. “You wanna go home?” He whispers against your lips before kissing you again. “Y-yeah.”

Zach steps away from you with a smile and rounds his truck to get inside as you take a deep breath and try to calm your nerves. He rolls down the passenger window a second later and tells you to come on, muttering something about the price of gas as you pull yourself up into the truck. It won’t surprise you if he asks for gas money before the night is over.

He doesn’t - which is the highlight of your evening because instead he asks you to at least suck my dick or something as you sit in front of his apartment complex assuring him you aren’t going to come inside. After pulling away from his attempt to grope you one last time Zach grabs your jaw forcing your face back to his with a bruising grip as he shoves his tongue toward you and tries to pull you into his lap. Tell me to stop and I’ll stop sweetheart. Richie’s soft words fill your head as tears prick your eyes and you maneuver around until your knee connects nicely with Zach’s tiny man balls. He doubles over in pain like all men do and calls you a fucking bitch before telling you to find your own fucking way home.

“Fucking whore.” He snaps as you scramble out of his truck and head towards the sidewalk wrapping your arms around you tightly. Zach’s not the first guy to treat you like shit in Chicago but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t hoping he’d be a good distraction from your Jerimovich situation. Maybe you were just a glutton for punishment. You wipe at your tears as you call an Uber - thankful when they pull up to put more space between you and the douche bag Zach.

You should have just went home - that would have been the practical and mature thing to do but most twenty-three year olds were anything but practical and mature so instead you get dropped off at the bar in River North where you did karaoke with Richie, Tina and Marcus a few months ago - pushing your way through the crowd to take a seat at the bar.

It only takes ordering a double shot of tequila to forget about Zach but you drink four more trying not to think about Richie and how he always insists on licking salt from your neck when he does his tequila shots. You watch several people butcher popular songs and make sure to leave a good tip for the bartender before you push yourself from the bar to head outside to wait for your Uber. Except when your Uber driver says hello he also assures you you’re the hottest chick he’s ever seen which causes tears to well in your eyes as you cancel the service and start walking much to your feet’s dismay.

The Beef’s only six miles from the bar but by the time you’re standing at the old sign swinging above the door you don’t know if you’re crying from the pain in your jaw or your feet or everything in between. Tell me to stop and I’ll stop sweetheart. Tonight could have ended a lot worse with Zach and for what? To make Richie jealous? What was the point? The only time he even looks at you is when he’s fucking you.

“Y/N? Hey.”

Every muscle in your body jerks as Richie places his hand on your shoulder and you lose what little control you’ve had on this awful night - covering your face as a sob escapes you. “Hey. Come ‘ere. Look at me.” You turn to him slowly and bury your face in his chest so you don’t have to look at him as his arms wrap around you. “Y/N, are you alright? Look at me - please.” You’ve never heard him sound so desperate as you lift your eyes from his chest slowly and assure him you’re alright - just tired. Richie is a lot of things but he’s not stupid, bringing his fingers to your hair to tilt your face up to the street light.

Maybe someone who didn’t look at you ten hours a day every day of his fucking life would miss the three yellow bruises along your jaw but as his fingers tighten slightly in your hair you know that’s not the case here. The echo of your upbeat ringtone keeps him from having to ask as you down to the phone in your hand. You hadn’t even realized you were still holding it after canceling your Uber.

Zach’s name flashes across the screen along with several apologizing text messages asking you to come back to his place so he can explain. “Tell him you’ll be right there and to send you a pin of his place.” Richie’s words are lethal as you swipe your thumb across the screen and bring the phone to your ear.

“Hello.” Richie can feel his limbs begin to shake as he pulls his hand from your hair and listens to your conversation silently, taking in a deep breath as you tell Zach you’re at another bar and cant remember where his place is. “No, I can Uber back just send me a pin drop so I can tell the driver? Okay. Yeah I got it. Okay, it’s okay. I’ll see you soon.”

When you hang up Richie wipes the tears from your cheeks then his thumb across the faint bruise on your jaw. “Richie…, please don’t leave.”

“M‘not going anywhere sweetheart. Just lemme make a call yeah?” He says as you hand him your phone and he dials a number before lifting his eyes to yours as he brings it to his ear. “Aye. Crooked John. Yeah, Richie. It’s a burner listen I need you to take care of something for me. I’ll send you a pin drop. Lifted white truck in the lot. I appreciate you John - you come by this week yeah? Free Italian beef on me. Alright man. Later.”

You look up at Richie like he’s some kind of mafia crime boss. “Are they gonna kill him?” You ask as he returns your phone and you block Zach’s number mid ring looking back up to Richie quickly. “Depends on what the fuck he did to you.”

“Nothing. Just grabbed my face when I tried to leave. Called me a bitch when I kneed him in the nuts. Probably didn’t even hurt - big truck like that they’ve gotta be tiny.” Despite the seriousness swimming in Richie’s eyes he laughs and shakes his head, brushing his thumb against your jaw again. “Can I kiss you?”

His question catches you off guard and you can only nod as he steps closer to you placing his lips to yours gently. That’s all he intended - just a soft kiss to ease the panic that filled his chest seeing you like this but when your tongue brushes against his he’s lost in you once again.

“You gonna let me take you out on a real date sweetheart?” He asks when you pull away to catch your breath. “Tonight?” Your feet hurt and you know you must look awful from crying. He smiles as you tell him this then he assures you you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on which tightens something in your chest. “Not tonight. Tonight I’m gonna take you home - run you a bath and rub your feet for as long as you want me too. Tomorrow I’ll take you out - anywhere you wanna go beautiful.”

You smile up at him, searching his blue eyes carefully. “What about the girl with the pretty eyes?”

“What about you?” He asks lifting his eyebrow in question which causes a soft laugh to escape you. “The one that called you for a second date.” The tinge of jealously laced with your words widens Richie’s grin as he runs his fingers through your hair. “I called her back and canceled after you left. You don’t know how bad I wanted to search this fucking city for you tonight Y/N. How fucking crazy it was making me thinking about you being with someone else.”

Richie rests his forehead on yours as you assure him he’s the only person you want to be with.

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Richie drives you to his place and carries you up to his apartment easily - sparing you anymore foot pain then he keeps his promise and fills his large bathtub nearly to the top before helping you out of your clothes so you can sink into the hot water. “You uh want something to drink? I’ve got beer and maybe some capri-suns, they’re pretty good.”

The eight shots of tequila make you giggle as he disappears returning with two capri suns. It doesn’t take much to convince him there’s plenty of room for both of you in the tub - watching him shed his clothes quickly and join you at the opposite end before demanding your foot with strong hands.

Richie warns you about the soft moans you’re making between sips of fruit punch as he massages the arch of your foot thoroughly - grinning at the way you squirm when he touches a certain spot. After another minute of tortuous bliss you pull your foot from his grasp and move across the tub being careful not to slosh water to the floor until you’re straddling his lap with your hands on his face - kissing him deeply as his soapy arms glide up your back to pull you in closer.

He can’t help but to return you kiss for a moment before remembering the shit you’ve been through tonight - leaning his head back to gaze into your eyes as you take in a quick breath.

“Hey. We don’t havet’a do this - we can jus’….” A groan escapes him as you glide your naked body over his and a little water sloshes over the edge of the tub. “It’s okay - I want to…, want you to erase every memory of that jag-off from existence.” You assure him softly as his fingers grasp the back of your head and bring you back to his parted lips. He kisses you intensely, savoring every inch of your mouth with his slow tongue and you sink your weight to his lap running your wet fingers through his hair.

“I can do that easy sweetheart but not like this. I’m a fuckin’ old man remember? Can’t risk breaking a hip.”

The laugh that rushes from your throat narrows his eyes at first before his smile fills your soul and you kiss him again. “Lemme wash your hair.” Richie murmurs against your lips as you nod and grasp the edge of the tub, turning so your back is against his chest and he grabs an oversized fast food cup from the corner dipping it into the water quickly before running the warm water over your head. A minute later you’re moaning again - from his fingers in your hair, massaging the shampoo into your scalp as you sink back into his chest with a groan. When Richie finishes with your hair he peppers soft kisses along your shoulder letting his palm run over your chest with a deep groan.

“You are so perfect sweetheart. Everything about you.” He whispers against your throat making you sigh from his sweet words. Why you ever thought someone like Zach could hold a candle to Richie is beyond you but all this could easily go away again. Richie is a bipolar old man who doesn’t really know what he wants in life. “I don’t want you to ghost me tomorrow.” You whisper suddenly - stopping his mouth at your jugular. “Ghost you?”

“Not talk to me at work or… treat me like you don’t want me.” The hard length of his cock against your ass is assurance that he wants you. “I… I don’t mean to do that. I just look at you and can’t figure out why you wanna be with someone like me. You deserve someone better than me sweetheart.” You turn your face to meet his eyes and frown at the thought.

“I think you’re perfect for me.”

Your eyes close as he smiles against your throat, trailing his kiss back to your shoulder as he mutters something about taking you to bed now. You shift your body to stand from the tub and he follows grabbing you the oversized towel he brought from the hallway closet before joining you.

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“Look at this shit.” Richie says with a laugh, never slowing the delicate strokes of his fingers along your spine as you lift your head from his chest to glance at his cellphone. Crooked John has sent a text message - a picture of Zach’s lifted F150. Except now every piece of glass on the truck is busted, windshield - windows, headlights and it’s sitting on four flats. “Holy shit.” You mutter unable to hide your grin. “Asshole deserves worse that’s for sure.”

You lay your head back to Richie’s chest and run your palm over his torso to pull him closer to you. “Thanks Godfather.” You assure with a quiet laugh making his fingers stop suddenly. “Godfather?” He asks with a laugh. “Okay, how about mafia daddy?” You ask and lift your eyes back to his, his beautiful smile spreading across his face as he pulls you up to his kiss - running his fingers into your hair to look at you. “You’re so fucking weird.” He assures with a laugh as you lean down to kiss him again, brushing your tongue against his slowly as his body begins to stir beneath you - hands grasping at your rutting hips.

“Please don’t freak out on me Y/N but I swear I think I fucking love you.” The words rush from Richie’s lips as you take in a deep breath, eyes going wide as his hands sink into your hair. “You don’t have to say anything - it’s just what I feel every time I fucking think about you.”

All you can do is nod feeling the same way but the days been too long to process those kind of emotions tonight. “You’re so fucking beautiful baby.” Richie whispers as he searches your face before you lean into his parted lips, kissing him slowly as you resume grinding your hips against his, fingers tightening in your hair. “Ah—-, fuck sweetheart.”

A gasp escapes your throat as Richie fucks up into slowly, bringing your forehead to his as your eyes close tightly. “…feels so good Rich—-..” You assure him softly as he cuts off your words with his desperate kiss - thrusting into you again and again as the prettiest sounds fall from your lips. Despite all of the emotions running through your head and your heart you manage to not tell him you love him, not even when it’s all you can think about as he lays you on your back and fucks you into oblivion - leaving no doubt in your mind that he loves you.

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You manage not to tell him you love him until after your date - where he takes you to this quiet little place outside of River North with tiny tea light candles and the most amazing sushi you’ve ever had. You even offer to pay because only you him and Carmy know Richie’s the last to get paid at The Beef - always making sure everyone else’s checks clear first but he scoffs at you and asks you not to embarrass him with a sly grin. After that all you can do is gaze into his blue eyes as he holds your hands in his from across the table and tells you a hilarious story about him and Mikey growing up then he drives you home and kisses you forever at your apartment door without ever asking to come inside.

The next afternoon you come into work and dump your stuff in Richie’s locker like usual, brushing your fingers through your hair before you go in search of him - hearing him long before you see him as he stands at the register laughing with one of the regulars. “Hey.” He says with a smile - letting his eyes wash over you for a moment. There’s nothing special about today - you’re wearing black leggings and an oversized pale blue shirt but he assures you that you look beautiful. The Beef is uncharacteristically slow but it feels like the best day of Richie’s fucking life when you stop before him and slide both of your hands around his neck - bringing his tall frame down to your hard kiss. When he pulls away he’s laughing nervously, searching your eyes and asking if everything’s okay.

“I love you.” You assure him as his smile falls and his eyes widen. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck Y/N, I love you too.”

Then he’s kissing you again - both hands in your hair as everything disappears around you and there’s just Richie.

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Pink Pastels Pt 24

Description: Ava shows up at your door. Pt 25

The schoolboard decided to give everyone two weeks off, to recover, but you know it’s so that they can try to scramble and cover up Donald’s obvious signs of devolving into a deranged supervillain. Also, so that they can find a place to send all the kids and teachers while they begin to rebuild the damaged parts of the school.

You don’t know much about Ava, only what Miguel or Gabi’s told you, but you don’t like her. You don’t like anyone who abandons their husband and child for some blond guy from California. So, when you find yourself face to face with her, you’re not quite sure what to do.

You were standing in the kitchen, cutting up strawberries, and waiting for the pizza guy. You thought the knocking was him, but now you’re standing frozen in the doorway as she glares at you.

“So, you’re the slut Miguel thinks is good enough to be around my daughter.” She says, giving you an unimpressed look.

You blink at her, it’s been years since anyone’s called you a slut, who even uses that word as an insult anymore? Besides incels.

You turn to look at Gabi who’s sitting in your living room quietly watching TV.

“Miguel isn’t here right now, and he doesn’t want you seeing Gabi, so I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” You say calmly, your voice low.

You don’t want Gabi to see Ava, but you really don’t want her to hear the things she’s saying.

“I’m her mother, and you’re just some woman, you can’t stop me.” Ava moves to brush past you, but you mirror her, stopping her from entering your apartment.

“You’re not her mother, you gave up the right to call yourself that the day you left.”

Ava’s lips curl into a snarl. “Listen here you bit—”

“Gabi, sweetheart—You cut Ava off—go back to your dad’s, I need to have a little chat with your father’s ex-wife.”

“Okay mamá.” Gabi says, giving you a hug before she darts past Ava and into Miguel’s apartment, not sparing Ava a single glance.

“Why don’t you come inside, and we’ll just talk until Miguel gets back?” You offer, giving Ava a placating smile.

She crosses her arms over her chest. “Not only have you turned Miguel against me, but you’ve also turned my daughter against me as well.”

“I—Ava, may I call you Ava? You’ve been out of Gabi’s life since before she can remember, she has no memories good or bad for me to twist.”

Okay, you’re lying a little bit, but you’ve never tried to turn Gabi against her biological mother.

You motion for her to take a seat, but she remains standing, leaning against your island.

“Yeah, right, as if I’d believe a homewrecking whore like you.” Ava drawls, picking up a cut strawberry and taking a bite.

“Homewrecking? You had an affair. You wrecked your own home.” You remind her, trying to force yourself to stay calm.

“It’s their fault, they drove me crazy, pushed me to it.” Ava protests.

You’re dumbfounded. “How could a baby push you into an affair?”

“She’s just so needy, they both are… Always wanting my attention, always talking to me, always crying, Gabriella, not Miguel, though I did love to make him cry.” Her expression turns almost sinister, and a shiver runs down your spine.

“What are you talking about?” The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and dread seeps down into your chest.

“Oh, you don’t know? He would call me, crying, begging me to come back, and I could hear that thing crying in the background. Sometimes I’d tell him to meet me at a motel, force him on his knees, tell him if he did a good enough job, maybe I’d consider coming back. But why would I do that? I got the best of both worlds.” She laughs, as if it’s the funniest thing she’s ever heard.

You hate this woman, really fucking hate her.

“That’s cruel. Why drag out the pain? You got what you wanted, you should’ve just left them alone.” You grab the counter behind you, knuckles white as you try to reign in your rage and disgust.

Poor Miguel, you can’t imagine how deeply that must have scarred him. Your heart hurts for him, you just want to pull him into a hug and never let go.

“If he would’ve just agreed to the adoption like I wanted we wouldn’t be here, but no, he wanted his daughter, his precious Gabriella, he loved her more than me, it was obvious from day one. That conniving little bitch.”

“She was a baby! She literally couldn’t do anything. You’re crazy, do you even hear yourself?” Maybe you’re the crazy one, because you can’t understand how Ava could blame Gabi for any of this.

“Crazy? You think I’m crazy? Just wait, you’ll see. He’ll turn on you, just like he did me.” Ava says, her voice rising in pitch.

“He didn’t turn on you, you cheated on him, you left him, you manipulated him.” You push off the counter, your anger making you reckless.

“Because of that bitch! She ruined my fucking life; I should’ve gotten rid of her when I had the chance.” Ava snarled.

“Stop calling my daughter a bitch.” Your nails are digging into the flesh of your palms, as you try to keep your breathing even.

You’re not a violent person, you’re not a violent person, you’re not a violent person—not anymore.

It’s as if Ava snaps, her single thread of sanity cut by your words, and she grabs the knife off the cutting board and lunges.

You scramble back, dodging just in time, the blade catching the side of your shoulder. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Stop moving, you fucking whore.” Ava seethes, swinging again, her eyes blazing with rage.

There’s nowhere to run, she’s got you pinned against the wall.

You grab her arm, struggling against her, the blade pointed towards your neck. “If you kill me, everyone will know, you’ll never get Miguel and Gabi back.”

“I’m willing to risk it.”

You don’t really remember what happens next. You feel the adrenaline rushing through you, the blade grazing your neck as you slam your body against hers in a frantic attempt to escape, then there’s a deafening crack, and then everything goes quiet. You can hear your blood rushing in your ears.

Ava lays motionless, red, crimson, blood spilling from a wound on her head, the corner of your island stained with it as well.

You drop to your knees, sick, horrified. “No, no, no, I didn’t—I didn’t mean to—fuck, fuck, fuck, Ava, wake up.”

She remains motionless, and you feel the warm trickle of something running down your skin. You put a hand to the side of your neck, and it comes away red. You stay there, motionless, frozen, staring.

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wastemanjohn · 2 months ago

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I want so bad to ask for more of the fic where it’s John in Hell and f!Sam and f!Dean but I CANT REMEMBER THE TITLE😭 (also you’re amazing for titling your fics before you finish them)

hehe I didn't include it bc while it IS a work it is not in progress 😇 i still think about it tho and i really hope to finish it someday. and all the titles are very much subject to change haha

i thiiink i shared an early version of this scene with you before? anyway it's the only one without big gaps so have it haha

The last thing John sees before he dies is his wife.

Mary looks exactly as when she left him, on the night she went upstairs for the last time; grubby maternity nightgown, barefoot young mother glow, blonde hair like a ratty, fitfully slept in halo. A middle America angel materializing from the flames.

Flames. Feels like one hell of a cruel joke.

It would be the gentlemanly thing to do to get up and meet her. But John can’t feel his legs.

Maybe it’s not a good enough excuse. Maybe the last dregs of his energy are being spent on trying to inflate his lungs with some kind of consistency, only managing small gulps of air seething with ash and black smoke, his crushed ribs shoving it out again. He can feel the heat from the fire on his face. See the hollow frame of the window he just plummetted through, three storeys above office block, bordered with the remains of shattered glass. It’s in his hair, his clothes. He lies on the sidewalk in a blanket of his own blood, gushing from the holes in his gut made by his own knife. From god knows where else.

But it’s okay, because Mary’s coming towards him. Out of that burning office block, untouched by broken glass, and when she drops to her knees beside him, she’s smiling. Smiling the way she used to smile, before the girls were born, before John had to work so much to keep everyone fed and clothed, before she got all disillusioned and he got all mean, before they had to tread so carefully around the cracks in their foundation. And Mary drops to her knees beside him, giving him that beautiful smile, that uncomplicated smile, like she’s just pleased he exists; that smile that was degrading in his memories like a nitrate print, never entirely captured in the photos stuffed in the back of his journal, the way photos are always just an impression, devoid of the live intricacies that make you love someone; and as Mary tilts her head and puts her hand with its pretty delicate fingers on his face, John knows this isn’t right. That whatever he’s feeling, it should be identifiable. More.

He’s very cold. His bones are cold. He feels a twitch in his throat, soundless attempt at a groan. The sidewalk feels like putty against his back.

Mary murmurs wordlessly. Soothing. Her hand comes down on his cheek, delicate, warm, the bump of her wedding ring. “It’s okay, baby. I’m here now.”

Her voice - god, so long since John has heard her voice, the lilt and cadence lost to time -

“It’ll be good this time. Just you and me - it’ll be like it was in the beginning."

The beginning. The way the beginning always comes back.

“Just relax,” she says. “I’ve got you.”

She’s getting blurry. The fire rages on. And it’s everything John has wanted for sixteen years. To see her. Tell her how her little girls are grown, how they’re smart and brave and beautiful. Conversations he’s rehearsed in his head, kept in a vault for when he’ll need them again, for the afterlife he never really believed in; but when you’re lost, when you’re ripped torn up inside and you can never get what you want, you have to hold onto something. But now -

John draws in as much breath as he can. Uses it to tell his wife, “We really need to talk.”

Just saying it leaves him exhausted. He doesn’t think he ever said that to Mary. Not the way she said it to him, when he’d be home long after the girls were in bed, working late or at the bar.

The way she stopped saying it eventually, the way she wouldn’t even look up when he came home, the way they became sexless roommates who quietly despised each other, tiptoeing around it with the mess of little girl toys on the floor.

Those memories don’t usually come easy to John. Funny how they do now. Of all fucking times.

Mary thumbs at his cheek. “We will talk,” she tells him, voice heavy like a promise. “We’ll have all the time we could ever need now. And I’ll tell you everything you could ever want to know.”

John can feel himself fading. How much is everything?

The lick-hiss of the flames is meditative, kind of. Just five minutes ago, he thought he was hunting a simple spirit. It feels shitty and poetic, that this is going to be how it ends.

Anyway; not like there’s anything he can do about it. Nothing but watch Mary lay down next to him on the sidewalk, pressed into his flank, arm around his waist. His blood pressed into patches like paint on her nightgown. Covering her hand. She lays her head on his chest, ear to the heart that’s giving up the fight.

“I missed you,” she says. Lips soft against his ripped shirt. “Come with me, John. Come home.”

He can hear sirens. Hear them low and distant, like he made them up in his head. He’s very cold; but Mary feels warm and alive against him, and it’s all he’s wanted for sixteen years, and if this is how it ends then so be it.

“Come with me,” Mary says again. Tips of her hair stained with blood. “We’ve got all the time we could need. We’ll have eternity.”

It’s a good thing, John thinks, that they have eternity. He has a feeling they’re going to need it.

#asks #wip game #my writing #johnmary #femchesters

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queers-gambit · 3 years ago

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Up and Out

prompt: ( requested ) while trying to help your boyfriend study for your upcoming history exam, his father comes home early, and shit hits the fan in the Hargrove house.

pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Stranger Things

word count: 4.1k

warnings: cursing, angst, dysfunctional families, Neil Hargrove, aggression, physical violence. proceed maturely 🖤

part two

"Baby, this shit isn't making sense anymore, the words are all jumbling together," Billy huffed, tossing his pencil down to the opened textbook on his desk. "Seriously, babe, what's the point?"

"The point is to graduate in a few weeks, Billy," I chuckled, closing the textbook on my lap with my pencil marking my place. "C'mon, it's our last exam before we can kick back for the summer. We get to lay in the sun, not do a damn thing, you can watch me in a bikini, huh?" He tilted his head back to peer at me through his lashes, a grin stretching across his face when I offered him a pointed look. "You gonna stare at me all evening or are you gonna at least try to focus? No bikini for you if you don't pass this exam."

"Oh, that's just cruel." He shook his head before sighing, "All right, c'mon, sweet girl, I'm hungry. Can't study on an empty stomach, can we?"

"No, we still have another two chapters to go over!"

Billy chuckled and stood form his seat to near me on his bed, either hand planting themselves beside my thighs as his head cocked. He smirked, "C'mon, baby, we need energy to study, right?" He leaned in to peck my lips. "Need energy for what we do when we're finished studying, hmm?"

I sighed with a playful roll of my eyes, "Yeah, okay, but maybe we should think about actually having dinner instead of a snack?" I glanced at the watch on his wrist, "It's almost 7:30, B."

Billy cocked his head, "I can take us out if you want?"

"No, sir," I giggled, pushing his chest so he was forced a step back; his spine straightening as I stood up from the bed. "Max is home, too. Growing young ladies need nutrients."

"Oh, so, you only care about Max, is it?" He teased, looking down at me as I stepped up to his chest. "I see how it is, pretty girl, mhm." His hands found security on both of my cheeks, right thumb sweeping over the apple of my cheek.

"No, I'm also concerned about bulking you up, pretty boy," I teased, poking his stomach and making him flinch slightly. I giggled when he couldn't help but smile, egging him on, "C'mon, it does me good. Means you can hold me up, huh?"

"You like that, don't you?" he grinned wolfishly. "When I fuck you against the wall, hmm?" His head descended to press a few open-mouthed kisses to my neck. "Where everyone can hear you getting wrecked? Hmm, baby? My naughty girl."

"Maybe," I shrugged with a knowing smile, lifting my hands to toy with the hair at the base of his skull, "but none the less, you'll need some protein, too. C'mon, maybe I'll even let you help me."

Billy scoffed and pulled up to look at me with confusion, "Me? In the kitchen? C'mon, sweet girl, I burn water. And I remember you kicking me out of the kitchen at Easter."

"Just do as I say and you can't go wrong," I laughed. "Promise, it might even be fun, and I kicked you out 'cause you kept sneaking cookies to my cousin, Juliet, instead of actually helping me."

"Hey, she deserved the cookies," Billy defended.

"You're a menace! She was hyped up the whole afternoon! Aunt Barbra was so pissed trying to wrangle her in."

"Yeah, but she had a major sugar crash, so, you're welcome." He sighed and looked at his watch, nodding, "All right, pretty girl, Neil and Susan aren't supposed to be back for another hour..."

"Perfect!" I chirped. "Plenty of time to cook, eat, and get back in here before they get home, right?"

Billy nodded, "All right, pretty girl. Fine, fine, let's go find something to eat."

"C'mon," I grinned, leaning on my toes to peck his lips and lace our hands together. Billy let me tug him into the kitchen and raid the fridge and pantry, eventually finding things to make a full dinner and once Billy approved, I got to work.

He even reached out to turn the radio knob, lowering the volume to a murmur around us.

Billy leaned against the counter, watching my every move with a small smile. "You cook often?" He wondered in earnest, moving for the fridge to pull a beer out.

"Billy," I warned, "we're still studying."

"Just one, princess," he smirked, "and we'll get back to schoolwork after, hmm? C'mon, one ain't nothing."

I sighed, waving him off, chopping the vegetables on the cutting board in front of me. "Mom works late a lot and Dad's not around as often, so, yeah, I cook pretty often," I shrugged like it didn't bother me. Truthfully, being the eldest sibling was a lot of work, but being the eldest daughter made me the second mother.

And it did bother me. It sometimes felt like I was forced to grow up too soon but dating Billy was something of a saving grace. He made it part of his personal mission to distract me from the turmoils of my home life, and in turn, I tried to do the same.

Harder to do with a father like Neil, but I tried my best. Sometimes, the most I could do is provide a bed for him to lay in with me. Maybe pull a hand through his hair after taking an alcohol-drenched cotton ball to the cut on his cheekbone; whispering about what you're gonna do after graduation. Together.

It was part of the reason you were adamant on studying so hard. Billy had a hard time saying no to you, so, when you showed up that day and insisted you cram before tomorrow's exam, he agreed. Billy wasn't a fan of school but he wasn't about to fail and repeat; actually putting forth some effort into the last exam of the year to ensure his diploma.

From there, you might've been juggling a few ideas of moving to California but since Billy and Max started working on repairing their relationship, he's vocalized to me his hesitation to leave her behind. He also worried that if he left, Neil would turn on Susan - like he did to Billy's mother. Naturally, you understood and figured hanging around Hawkins until Max was a bit older, or until she graduated, wouldn't be the complete end of the world.

Might even give you time to see your younger siblings graduate, too.

Billy's chest then pressed to my back as his arms came around me, nuzzling his nose into my cheek before pressing a kiss. "Can always cook for me if you want," he smirked, trying to get my mind off my younger siblings and parents. "Mmh, something about seeing you all domestic does something to me, baby. God damn."

I chuckled, "You're impossible. And too horny for your own good."

"Can you blame me?" he purred. "You're so damn sexy, ma," his nose nuzzled the skin in front of my ear, forcing a shiver down my spine, "feel how hard I am right now - just from watching you - 'cause you're so fucking sexy."

I couldn't help the outpour of laughter as Billy's arm tightened, rocking us side-to-side as his lips peppered a few kisses over your cheek and neck. "You're impossible," I chuckled.

"I'm in love," he purred, "with my perfect, sweet girl."

"Gross," Max complained as she rounded into the kitchen with a binder in her arms. "Can you maybe not do that where the food is?"

I chuckled and nudged Billy back, but he only pivoted to lean on the counter beside where I was working. "Sorry, Max," I smiled back at her. "Are you hungry, babes?"

"Starving," she nodded with a small smile, brows furrowing as she strained to look at what I was doing. "Since when do you cook?"

I shook my head with a smile, "Since forever. Just never cooked for you guys."

"So... Does that mean you're too busy to look at my essay?"

"Oooh, what's the topic?"

"Shove off, Max, we're busy," Billy sighed.

"Uh," I snapped, glaring up at Billy, "you wanna try that again?"

He sighed, "Yeah, uh... How about she takes a look after dinner?" Billy directed at Max, who fought down a smirk and instead, nodded before taking a seat at the table.

"Better," I smirked at him. "Can you do me a favor, please?"

Billy perked a brow and cocked his head, ready to refuse, when I pouted my lower lip at him. "Oh, that's not fair," he complained.

"I just need you to watch the stove for a second, I have to pee," I chuckled, wiping my hands on a tea towel.

"Oh, so, you want to burn our house down," Max nodded, going over her essay at the table but being unable to resist poking at her brother. Something went down last fall because since then, he wasn't as wound tight and they seemingly had something of a brittle relationship but it was mending by the day.

"I have complete faith you'll keep everything from burning, just gotta give everything a stir every so often, okay?" I smiled at Billy, holding myself steady on his waist to lean on my toes and kiss him. "Be thankful I haven't wrangled you into an apron yet, huh?"

"I would pay you every cent in my name to witness that," Max laughed, earning a glare from Billy when I couldn't help but giggle some.

"Oh, fuck off," he snipped at Max, turning to stir the contents sizzling on the stove. "You're gonna be her victim when she wants to bake. See you in an apron then."

"Wow, don't wanna bake with your girlfriend, Billy?" Max hissed, crossing her arms as I left the kitchen to the sounds of their banter. "Pretty sure that's illegal."

I didn't realize in the minutes it took to pee and wash my hands, the entire house would fill with an unavoidable tension as Susan and Neil arrived home early.

It was eerily quiet when I made it back to the kitchen, eyes widening when Susan was seen in the dining room, holding Max to her chest, tears in both of their eyes as they glared into the kitchen.

"Neil, please, it's fine!" Susan tried, glancing at me.

"They were just studying!" Max chimed in, seemingly coming to Billy's defense. "The whole time, out here!"

"Holy shit," I whispered in shock when Neil was crowding Billy back into the corner counters.

"What did you just say to me?" Neil leered at Billy, whose eyes met mine and panic consumed his face. I jumped when Neil's palm flattened across his cheek, snarling, "Look at me when I'm talking to you, boy!"

"Woah, woah, hey," I made my presence known, ignoring the way Billy glared at me suddenly. "Uh, Mr. Hargrove, um, let's just - why don't we all just take a step back? H-How was the movie?"

I heard Max whisper my name but my sight was on Neil Hargrove, hands held up as if he was a cagey animal. His glare turned from Billy to me, hands slowly loosening their hold on the front of Billy's shirt. "Well, well," he tisked, "look who's here."

"Why don't we all just take a step back, Mr. Hargrove, all right?"

"You tellin' me what to do in my own house, girl?" He spat, eyes narrowing and lips curled in a snarl.

"No, Dad, she's not," Billy stepped in, earning Neil's heavy glare once more. "Okay, leave her outta this, Dad, she's gonna keep her mouth shut, okay? This is between you and me."

Max was trying to wave me over from under her mother's arms but I couldn't move yet - not when Billy was right in the line of fire. Neil nodded, "Yeah, you're right. It is between you and me - us men, right? Hey? But it seems you just don't listen, do you? Got a real hard head, isn't it, boy?"

I gulped when Billy shook his head, "No. What're you - "

"Don't talk back to me!" Neil yelled in Billy's face; veins in his neck bulging and skin turning red from his anger. "I'm outta ways to teach you your lessons, but you just gave me a new idea."

"Dad - "

"If you won't listen to my words, you'll listen to her scream," Neil shoved Billy back into the counter, forcing him to lose part of his balance; several plates shattering over the floor as Neil's boots cracked over them. My eyes widened when Neil made a beeline for me, his longer strides bringing him in front of me in nanoseconds. It didn't leave enough time for me to get out of the way, and the speed of which my feet backed me up wasn't fast enough.

The moment Neil started for me, it caused the entire house to erupt in chaos with Susan and Max yelling at Neil, the man's hands fisting the front of my shirt to push me back into the wall, and Billy surging towards his father.

When my back met the wall and felt Neil's fists charge into my chest hard enough to bruise, his grip was almost instantly ripped away as Billy was using the man's momentum to push him away from me via the side.

"Oh, my God," I gasped when Billy pushed his father hard enough into the opposite wall that a few picture frames fell. "Billy - "

"Don't you ever put your hands on her again, you hear me?" Billy seethed in Neil's face; his grip like iron to keep his father in place. "Don't you even look at her - don't talk to her - you don't even think about her, you get me? Or you and I are gonna have some serious fucking problems."

"Billy," Susan called tearfully.

"You can take your anger out on me, that's fine - I can fucking take it," Billy growled, shoving his father into the wall again. Another frame shattered to the floor of the hallway. "But you ever even so much as look at her - let alone touch her again? I'll fucking kill you. Hear me? I'll fucking kill you."

"Billy," I tried this time, unsure if I should approach him or not. "Baby, c'mon, let him go. We can get outta here, c'mon."

"Listen to your little bitch, Billy," Neil sneered.

"What'd you call her?" Billy yelled, damn near pressing Neil through the fucking wall. "Huh? What'd you say? Repeat that! Right now!"

"Billy, it's not worth it," I tried again, feeling fearful that Neil would have an intense retaliation later because of all this. "Sweetheart, please," my head shook, seeing the way Billy trembled from adrenaline.

Billy shoved Neil back once more and let go, his breathing erratic as I took this as a sign to move forward. Cautious of Neil, I wrapped my hand around Billy's bicep and he let me pull him back a step. The two glared heavily at one another, Neil coming back into his mind as Billy pulled me behind him. "Get out," Neil growled. "Both of you! OUT! NOW!"

"Not an issue," Billy assured, pushing me back towards his room. I opening the door and moved out of the way, Billy slamming it shut and locking it. "C'mon, baby, we gotta go."

"Billy - "

"Nah, nah, nah," he panted, picking up my bag to hand it to me, "just get your shit, baby, we gotta go. I'm not letting you stay here, c'mon, we're outta here."

"And leave Max? And Susan?" I shook my head.

"He's not gonna touch 'em," Billy moved like a tornado to grab the things needed. I tried not to be a hindrance and got my shit together as he was rapidly packing a separate bag. "I gotta get you outta here - "

"Billy?" I paused his movements, his eyes wild and shining with unshed tears. "Baby, hey, you gotta promise me you'll stay with me. Please, don't come back here, just stay with me tonight."

Billy shook his head, "Baby - "

"No, no excuses," I argued.

"I was going to agree," he chuckled once, shaking his head. "C'mon, grab my keys for me, sweet girl. We gotta go, right now."

I sighed in relief and moved to rummage for his keys on the dresser as he packed his duffel. I waited nervously as Neil could be heard yelling about God knows what, Billy flinching when it sounded like something crashed in the living room.

When Billy was ready and he had his jacket on, he took my hand and kept me close to him, peering out into the hallway through the cracked door. His hand trembled in mine, making me tighten my grip.

"Psst! Billy!" Max hissed from her room, peaking out as well. When his eyes turned to her, she begged, "Can I come, too? Please?"

He nodded, gesturing her forward and the girl shot out with her backpack, a duffel, and her skateboard. Neil was rampaging in the living room, making us pause.

"Hey, hey," Billy turned to me at the end of the hall and whispered, handing me his bags, "go on, get Max in the car. I'll be right out."

"Billy," I shook my head. "Don't, please, just walk out with us."

"Go, it's okay, I'm right behind you, baby," he nodded, nudging us forward. The movement caught Neil's attention, who turned his red-tinted eyes towards us and scowled.

"Maxine!"

"Go, go, go," I pushed her on, heading for the door as Susan wept at the dining room table. Neil took several powerful strides towards us, making me push Max behind my body as she fumbled with the lock on the door; but Billy was intercepting him. "Oh, fuck," I breathed when Neil reached for me but was pushed back into the coffee table by Billy. Well 'pushed' was actually more like Billy fisting Neil's shirt and all but lifting him from his feet, sending his father careening through the low bearing table.

"Didn't I warn you already? Stay down," Billy sneered, standing over his father as Max finally got the door open.

"Billy, c'mon," I called, holding Max on the front porch so she couldn't watch anything else transpire. "Billy!"

I couldn't hear whatever son told father, but it was enough that Neil didn't even try to get up from where he laid on the broken table. When Billy took a step back, panting heavily, I nudged Max again to head down the stairs with Billy's car keys as I reached into the home and caught Billy's hand.

He let me tug him out of the house, door slamming shut behind us, and Max had his Camaro unlocked and already in the backseat. "Are you okay?" I worried, seeing the only visible injury being the blemish to his cheek.

"I don't know yet, doll, c'mon," he took the bags I carried and loaded them in the trunk as I got in the passenger seat.

The entire drive to my house was deadly quiet, not even the radio on. My mom's car wasn't in the driveway, meaning we wouldn't have questions to answer when we got in. Billy parked on the street and grabbed our bags as I lead Max to my front door.

Billy's been there plenty times before, so, he entered behind us and shut the front door. He paused to kiss the top of my head and mutter, "I'm gonna hop a shower."

I nodded back, watching him jog upstairs to my bedroom. After a brief tour of my home to Max, she decided to hang with me in the kitchen as I got started on making us a new dinner.

Billy remained upstairs until my parents came home, toting my younger siblings with them. "Oh," Mom smiled when she noted Max and I. "Well, this is a surprise! Hi, Maxine!"

"It's Max, Mom," I amended.

"Oh, right right, sorry," she breathed, moving to greet me. "How was your day, honey?"

I shared a solemn look with Max before half-smiling at my Mom, "Oh, you know, new day, same stress."

She nodded in agreement, "I'll say. Are you staying for dinner, Maxine - I mean, uh, Max?"

The girl nodded, "Yeah, uh, if that's okay?"

"Perfectly okay," she assured, glancing at what I was preparing. "But my daughter's goal is to kill us with spice! Damn, girl!"

"Oh, please," I chuckled. "You think you can do better? My food at least has flavor."

Mom smirked, taking the wooden spatula, "Watch and learn, child."

"Uh-huh," I rolled my eyes with a smile. "Pay attention, Max, she swears she's some culinary God."

"I've yet to hear complaints that say otherwise!" Mom cracked as I exited the kitchen; hearing her start a conversation with Max as my father was planted in the living room, TV on, and my younger siblings were heard in the basement playing.

I jogged upstairs and dodged into my room, spying Billy on the side of my bed with his head in his hands. As I quietly shut the door, I noticed the subtle shake of his shoulders and felt my heart drop to my feet as I moved towards him.

"Hey, hey," I whispered, his arms dropping as he instantly pulled me into his embrace, face burrowing into my neck. My heart wept for the boy. "Baby, it's okay. You're okay," I promised in a hushed tone, holding him tightly as his tears wet my neck. "You're safe, you're okay, you're safe with me, hmm?"

"I'm so sorry," his voice was muffled. Yet, he made no move to pull back. "I'm so fucking sorry, baby, you didn't deserve that."

"It's not your fault," I sighed. "It's not, baby, I don't blame you. How can I? You literally saved me, B. I should be thanking you."

"Never should've happened."

"No," I agreed, sighing after, "but it did and it's gonna be okay. I'm still here with you... You're still here, with me. We got Max out, Mom's down there cooking dinner with her. And don't even worry about it, B, you guys can stay here as long as you want."

He nodded and pulled back slightly, sniffling and wiping a hand down his mouth and chin. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't," I assured. "It's not your fault."

"I just... I just want to protect you, sweetheart," he whispered. "How can I against him?"

"You figured a way out tonight," I smiled lightly, pushing a curl from his forehead. "But, uh, maybe we should hang at my place for a few weeks? Until things cool off a bit? Max is more than welcomed here, too."

He nodded, "Yeah, few weeks."

"Under the radar," I smiled.

He tried to return it but tears gathered, "I'm so sorry, pretty girl, you should've never - I should've - "

"Billy, you did what you could," I whispered, pulling him back into my embrace. "I'm so sorry you have to deal with that."

His head shook, voice in a broken whisper, "I can handle it. But I can't handle it if you get hurt. I couldn't handle that, baby."

"I'm not hurt," I assured, keeping him close. "And you and Max are safe, hmm?"

He nodded, pausing to take a sobering breath in before whispering, "Always safe with you."

"Bout time you realized," I couldn't help but tease lightly, kissing his forehead before lifting his chin. "You know I'd do anything for you, right?"

"Yeah," he chuckled dryly, "including getting between my father and I, huh?"

"He has no right to treat you like that, B, no fucking right," I tried to sound convincing. "And I'd always do whatever I could to help you."

He nodded, leaning his forehead to my own as one of his hands tangled with mine; leaving the other to lift to his cheek and gently stroke the skin and stubble left. "I love you, sweet girl," Billy promised in a whisper.

"Good, 'cause I'm kinda obsessed with you."

It made Billy laugh and pull back some, "Oh yeah?"

"Mhm," I nodded with a growing grin. "Might just have to keep you here with me, all to myself."

This time, a more fond smile spread across his lips, "Wouldn't hear me complaining. I think I'd like that."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm," he nodded, leaning in to kiss me. "But I honestly think I'd be happy anywhere, so long as I get to wake up next to you."

"You'll never be alone, Billy," I promised. "Not with me."

A promise I had every intention of keeping.

oh, billy, you deserved so much better. they did you so dirty, baby boy. 😭

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years ago

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peaches & cream || soft!dark Jake Wyler x reader

for @stargazingfangirl18's 5k challenge! I used the prompt, "the town golden boy isn’t as sweet as everyone thinks."

word count: 3.6k

warnings: smut (noncon), stalking/obsession, some degradation/negging (but lots of praise during the actual smut), kinda yandere vibes?, touch of breeding kink at the end, definitely flirting with the boundary between soft!dark and regular dark but I like to think it’s a fine line

“Sorry, but that’s a seasonal flavor,” the girl at the counter explained in a snarky monotone.

“Well, yeah, but isn’t it still… the season?” you pressed; normally you weren’t the sort of person to argue with a cashier over a milkshake, but the look she was giving you made you feel like she was holding out on you— especially when the promotional poster for the very thing you were trying to order was just behind her head, and said the flavor was available for two more days.

“We’re out,” she answered firmly, but then her face suddenly shifted to a much more pleasant expression as you heard the chime of the front door opening behind you.

You felt his body hovering behind yours just as his hand laid on the counter beside you, caging you in. It was even more unsettling with the context that there was a whole line of people waiting behind you already.

“I’ll get your usual,” the girl promised to the man beside with a flirtatious smile as she disappeared to the back, returning almost instantly with a shake in her extended hand. “Peaches and cream milkshake— extra whipped cream, no cherry. Enjoy!”

Your eyes widened at the reading of your own order. “I thought you were out!” you protested, going completely ignored.

"If you were my girl, this sort of thing wouldn't need to happen."

You recoiled from Jake's voice in your ear, and he smiled in spite of your snarl, bringing the straw to his lips slowly. With a shudder you walked away, deciding it was probably better to forgo a milkshake anyways— especially if it was a chance to avoid everyone’s favorite senior, the football king who basically owned the whole town for no other reason than being good-looking, athletic, and allegedly “charming” or whatever.

Of course, he followed you, sitting across from you in a booth and silently shooing his posse of fellow teammates to go off and give you two some space. If only he would give you space.

“We can share,” he offered as he held the milkshake out towards you. “I know it’s your favorite… it’s mine too.”

“I’ve lost my appetite,” you explained quickly as you pulled a book out of your backpack, intent on ignoring him since you couldn’t physically force him to leave.

He shrugged and returned to sucking on the straw, watching you unwaveringly as you tried to read your book— staring at the page was going well, but you couldn’t seem to actually get any words down. Had you forgotten English as a written language or something?

“Could you leave?” you finally asked as you groaned and looked up from your book. “You’re distracting me.”

“I’m literally just sitting here,” he reminded you.

“And it’s distracting!”

He smirked proudly. “My presence tends to have that effect on people. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

You rolled your eyes, burying your face back in your book. “You know, you may have everybody else fooled, but someday you’re gonna have to leave this pathetic little town and go into the real world where throwing a ball isn’t a career and nobody fawns over you just because you have the audacity to be attractive.”

He chuckled lightly. “Right, because you have those big city dreams of yours, but believe it or not some of us like this ‘pathetic’ little town.”

“Well, of course you would,” you snorted. “Your dad’s the mayor and your girlfriend’s the head cheerleader.”

“My ex-girlfriend,” he corrected, finally getting your attention enough to make you shut your book.

“What?” you blurted out.

“Yeah, she dumped me,” he explained plainly.

“Why would she do that?” you asked, making him look much too proud of himself again. “Finally snapped out of the brainwashing, huh?” you added, effectively killing his smug expression.

“I guess you could say that. She met some college guy from out of town… I think her parents liked me too much, she needed a bit more rebellion.”

“Well, my condolences to you,” you smiled, “and my congratulations to her.”

“I thought you hated her,” he scoffed.

“Well, now she and I have something in common: a complete lack of interest in you!”

“I mean, I wouldn’t go that far,” he smirked, “she still comes over every now and again to suck my cock.”

You choked on nothing, face getting warm at his crude language. He didn’t talk like that with anyone else; it was so cruel the way he kept everybody in town under his spell except you, the way he let you in on his real darkness with no one else to confide in or believe you.

It was so fundamentally lonely, being the one person who wasn’t in love with Jake Wyler. It was even worse being the one person Jake Wyler loved.

At least, that was the word he used multiple times in his semi-anonymous letters, his incessant calls and emails, his speeches outside your window. He’d actually cooled off lately, you wondered if maybe he had finally let go of this ‘the one thing I can’t have’ obsession and learned to appreciate his girlfriend (who, for all her personality flaws, was objectively gorgeous, and seemed to at least be nice to him if nobody else).

But now that she left him (which you were still trying to process, honestly), you were surprised he hadn’t already moved on to the next best wannabe model and/or reinstated his campaign to win you over.

Then again, the look in his eye kind of made you think you were about to witness the second one.

“You know, when she does come over, I can only ever finish because I’m thinking about you,” he revealed in a low voice. You grimaced and slid out of the booth, stuffing your book into your bag and barely managing to throw him a goodbye before you dashed out.

It wasn’t like you really thought you could get away from him— he had made it clear over and over that you couldn’t— but the idea of being crammed in that booth with him, surrounded throughout the diner by his adoring fans who somehow didn’t manage to overhear him when he said those awful things, made you feel nauseous.

What you should’ve considered was that, fans or not, those people were witnesses, and now that you were running out into the dark streets of the town and he was chasing after you, you didn’t have any. It was just you and him, and when you turned into an alleyway to try to get home faster, even the dim glow of the streetlights couldn’t see you anymore.

“Hey,” he stopped you with a tight grip on your arm, pulling you back into him.

“Let me go!” you whined, trying to tug yourself away but only ensuring that his hand would leave a bruise on your arm.

“I will when you just hear me out, okay?” he hissed, spinning you around to look up at him. "Why don't you just give me a chance? Don't you wanna be popular?"

"I don't want to be anything that requires being within ten yards of you!" you spat.

He seemed bewildered, but you knew he wasn’t actually that stupid. "Why?"

"Because you know why!"

He sighed, slumping his shoulders a little. "Are we still on that, really? I told you, you should take it as a compliment. You know how many girls would kill to catch me jerking off in their panties?"

"You're sick, Jake,” you sighed, “and you're really good at hiding it from everyone else but I know what you really are. You told me you needed help with algebra and I actually believed you, for months you were lying to me to get close so you could perv on me when you already had a girlfriend and two side chicks anyways— god, Jake, you're crazy!"

You yelped when he pinned you to the wall, blue eyes darker than ever. "I really, really hate that word."

Against the wall, your back straightened as you felt the tone shift completely for a moment before he was back to his jovial self again, giving you a somber but almost-genuine smile.

“The only kind of crazy I am is crazy about you,” he defended with a laugh, leaning in a little closer. “Why can’t you see that?”

As his eyes moved from your own to your lips, a renewed sense of fear shot through you. “Jake…” you mumbled, apparently your feeble attempt to ask him to stop.

“Just one kiss,” he bargained, “and then I’ll let you go. Okay? That’s all I need.”

“N-no,” you whimpered, turning your head away as he leaned in even further. “Stop.”

“Come on, it’s just a kiss, baby,” he cooed. “Then you can leave. Hey, you might actually like it. You know, I think that’s what you’re really scared about… and I get it! When I first realized I was in love with you, it was scary for me, too— I mean, I’m the most important guy in town and you’re just some bookworm, it’s sort of social suicide for me so I had a lot to worry about.”

There he went with his negging again, trying to bring you down to his level. Your brain knew that, it saw right through it, but your gut still sank with doubt.

“But I know now that love is nothing to be afraid of,” he concluded.

“No, Jake,” you whispered, feeling tears well in your eyes, “I’m afraid that you’ll hurt me if I don’t do what you want.”

“Well, that is something to be afraid of,” he replied with the coldest laugh you’d ever heard; you didn’t hear any agreement, but the lack of denial was deafening. “So just be my good girl and let me kiss you…”

You swallowed dryly, your eyes wide open and searching for anywhere to look but up at him.

He was so close now that his lips brushed against yours with his command: “say it.”

You stammered over your breath, not sure exactly what he was asking for, and you winced as you felt his grip tighten on your arms.

“Say, ‘kiss me’,” he clarified in a harsh whisper. “Say, ‘please’...”

“Please,” you repeated awkwardly, hearing it in your voice but so clearly not your own words, “kiss me.”

He let his mouth intertwine with yours and your eyes were still wide open as he let his own fall shut, moving his hands to clutch your face gently instead as you gave a weak effort to kiss him back.

Objectively, he was good at this. A lot of things were objectively true about Jake: as much as you forced yourself not to see it, he was handsome; as much as it didn’t really matter to you, a boycotter of all things sports, he was talented; and, as much as no one else realized it, he was completely deranged. For every word of kindness from him there was another of anger. For every love letter in your locker, there was a threat left scrawled on crumpled paper inside your bedroom, just so he could remind you that your parents would let him into the house if he asked and never question it.

Which was why it was extremely important that you did not enjoy this kiss. You needed to hate the way his fingers traced over the pulse in your neck, the way his tongue tickled yours, the way his teeth just barely grazed your lip until your knees went a little weak.

But wow, there was something primally satisfying about melting into his arms, feeling his strength support you like it was nothing when he held your waist and pulled you closer.

You could almost forget that it was him. But then he mumbled your name into the kiss, nearly moaned it in fact, and it pulled you back to reality. With a gasp, you pushed him away and blinked your eyes open, not even realizing you’d closed them; hating how quickly you’d started to give in to him.

“There, one kiss,” you mumbled, wiping your mouth with the back of your sleeve. “I’m gonna go home now—”

“You can’t be serious,” he laughed incredulously. “You’re gonna kiss me like that and tell me you don’t feel this, too? We’re so meant for each other— we even order the same milkshake!”

“That doesn’t matter!” you denied.

“I love you!”

“That doesn’t matter either!”

You turned to leave but he grabbed you again from behind, covering your mouth with his hand when you opened your mouth to scream. “Don’t fucking talk to me like that,” he hissed in your ear, “and don’t walk away from me.”

Fighting against his grip did nothing but exhaust you: he only needed one arm to hold you back as he dragged you deeper into the alley. Your legs swung wildly and landed a kick to his shin, and he plugged your nose while he was covering your mouth so you couldn’t breathe.

“Listen to me, you stuck up little bitch,” he growled. “I’m really sick of this ‘hard to get’ act. I know you want me. So shut up and let me show you what you’ve been missing out on, okay? You gonna be good?”

In that moment, you would’ve agreed to anything for a chance to fill your lungs with fresh air, and so you nodded, the back of your head rubbing against his chest.

“You gonna be nice and quiet so nobody catches you getting fucked like a whore in this alley?”

Another nod, more feverish than the last, ended with a sharp inhale as he let go of your nose. But he was still covering your mouth, his arm around you now feeling less like restraint and more like an embrace.

"I've wanted you for so long, you can't even imagine," he explained softly as he leaned down and kissed your neck, gripping your waist tighter. "You and this perfect body of yours. This smart little head that thinks too much…"

You swallowed dryly as his hand trailed lower.

"This pussy you've been hiding from me for much too long," he added darkly, roughly shoving his hand up your skirt.

You whined behind his hand but he didn’t seem to care; he pulled your skirt up and grinned at the sight of your panties— because he recognized them.

“I remember these,” he purred. “They look good on you, baby, but they looked better covered in my come.”

Your cheeks burned with shame— you already hated yourself for still wearing the pair he’d tampered with, but it was harmless after a few runs through the washer, right? You weren’t going to stop wearing your favorite panties just for him, that would mean he won, in a sense; or, that’s what you told yourself to justify not burning them.

“Don’t worry, they’re gonna be soaked by the time I’m done with you,” he purred, slipping two fingers between your legs and growling slightly. “Well, actually, you’ve already done a lot of the work for me.”

He pulled the fabric aside and explored your pussy instead, tightening his grip over your mouth as you made little muffled yelps. The rough pads of his fingers found and targeted your clit instantly, that megawatt smile pressed against your ear as he started to rub your bud harder.

“Mm, feels good, huh?” he taunted, moving even faster as your hips jolted unintentionally. He stopped only to bring the fingers to his lips, humming at the taste of you which he sucked off of them. “So sweet, babygirl— better than any peaches and cream milkshake, that’s for sure.”

The wet fingers trailed down your body again, finding your entrance that he suddenly pushed into; it was a little too much without any warning and it made your eyes shoot wide open, a squeak barely escaping your throat.

"Just as tight as I imagined, baby,” he sighed, “all those times I used your panties, or hooked up with somebody who almost looked like you from behind. You’re gonna feel so good on my cock, I know you want it so bad.”

He took his fingers out of you to reach back and open his belt with one hand, the sound of the buckle matched in upsettingness only by the sound of his jeans sliding down to his thighs.

You heard your own breath loud and heavy against his hand as you felt his hard cock press against your thigh, a drop of precum smearing on your skin. Your breathing halted suddenly, though, when he slid himself between your legs to rub his cock over your exposed and swollen pussy.

“Oh, babygirl, you really are too good to me,” he grinned, kissing your ear tenderly. “So fucking wet and ready for me, huh? You need it that bad? You’re gonna get it, baby, ‘m gonna give it to you so good…”

Bracing yourself as best you could, you felt the head of his cock push against your entrance before he slammed in all at once, making you hiss in pain.

“Oh god,” he groaned, “fuck, you’re so warm…”

Already he was fucking into you roughly, pumping faster and deeper, paying no mind to your choked sobs of pain from the wide stretch. Even when it stung it felt oddly good, and the underside of his cock seemed to slide perfectly over your g-spot with each movement until your eyes began to roll back in your head.

“So fucking good,” he moaned hoarsely as he braced you against the brick wall for leverage, reaching back down with his free hand to rub your clit again. He chuckled when your legs quivered, and he must have felt your walls tighten around him, too. “I wanna hear those pretty moans, baby, if I take my hand away are you gonna be good?” he asked darkly. You nodded, enjoying the brief feeling of freedom that came from not having his hand over your mouth anymore. But then again, it was humiliating that now he could hear your panting breaths, your desperate mewls that you failed to swallow down.

He made a sound that was almost like a laugh as he watched you squirm in his arms, one more way he had to lord this all over you, as if forcing you to take him in an alley wasn’t enough on its own.

His breath against your ear was hot and strained, each meeting of your hips to his accentuated with a little grunt from him. It didn’t help at all that his fingers were rubbing you just right, with so much skill that you wondered if he’d somehow figured out how you touched yourself when you needed to get off. Honestly, you wouldn’t put it past him to have spied on you before, even if you couldn’t figure out when or how.

The hand that used to cover your mouth slid up under your shirt and pulled your bra down, a large, rough hand groping each breast and pinching your nipples until you bit down on your lip to stay quiet. For all the mocking and teasing he’d done before, he was pretty direct now— like he was trying to make you come as fast as possible, overloading your body with sensation.

And did he have to be so fucking good at it?

“I know you’re close, babygirl,” he whispered in your ear, “just let go…”

“Jake, please,” you sobbed, too far gone to appreciate that no begging would make him stop now.

“Come for me,” he demanded roughly, fucking you even faster as he sucked a mark onto your neck, and finally it all came crashing down with a choked-out cry of his name and a gush of warmth dripping out around his length.

“Ohh fuck, there you go, fuck it feels good when you come for me,” he grunted, thrusting even faster. “You’re gonna milk my cock with that pretty pussy, babygirl— you’re gonna make me come…”

“J-Jake, not inside!” you interjected, getting his hand back over your mouth in return.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he soothed, “waited too long for this to pull out now. Feels too fucking good.”

Behind his hand, the difference between whines of hatred and moans of pleasure was irritatingly subtle.

“I love you,” he reminded you in a voice exhausted yet heavy with desire, “so fucking much…”

A few more erratic, brutal thrusts accompanied by heavy pants and he was gone; you could feel his cock pulsing with each rope of come that filled you, so deep that your head fell dejectedly with the realization you had no hope of washing it out now.

His hand fell from your mouth but he didn’t pull out for another few moments as he caught his breath, gently peppering your neck and cheek in slow kisses. “Baby,” he finally sighed, breaking the crushing silence, “you’re so fucking perfect. I knew you were made for me.”

I hate you, you wanted to cry out, but words escaped you as he hugged you tightly and pulled your panties back into place, soaking them with his come as it leaked out of you just like he’d promised. He stuffed his cock back into his jeans and helped you adjust your clothes back to looking almost presentable, finishing it off by turning you around and smiling at you with serene pride before kissing your forehead.

"You're gonna make such a beautiful prom queen," he cooed, “especially if you’ve already got a nice little bump showing…”

His hand rubbed beneath your belly button for emphasis, making you whimper and force your eyes shut as tears rolled down your cheeks.

"Shh, don’t cry, baby,” he soothed, kissing your cheek softly. “Trust me, you're gonna love being my girl."

#siris5ksoftdarkchallenge #dark!jake wyler x reader #idek how to tag this nobody's looking for jake wyler fics lmao

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messers-moony · 4 years ago

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Wish | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Wife!Reader

Summary: Five storms out to time travel after an argument with his wife and comes back to an unexpected surprise.

A/N: Five time travels at the age of 26 instead of 13

He was angry, that wasn’t mistaken, “ You aren’t listening to me! “

“ Are you hearing yourself?! What you’re about to do is dangerous! “ She yelled in response, and he scoffed.

They stood in the main room of their apartment. Y/n was placed in the kitchen leaning on the island while Five was dangerously close to the door. Both of them at the age of twenty-five. They had gotten married only a year before finding each other during one of his trips to Griddy’s with his siblings. He thought she was the prettiest thing he had ever seen.

Five stalked closer to her, “ You are so stubborn. “

“ I am the strongest one. “ His voice was dangerously low as they stood only a foot apart, “ I will do this. I don’t care what you say. Nothing will change that. “

“ Five, please. “ Y/n begged, “ I’m- I’m just worried about you. “

“ You don’t need to be. “ Five snapped, and he fast-walked to the door.

The male swung open the door, “ Five wait, please- “ But before she could finish, the door slammed, “ I’m pregnant. “

It was new news. She didn’t find out until a week earlier. She didn’t know when to tell him; there never was a suitable time. Now he had just threatened to fulfill a lifetime goal of his– time travel. Since he was a boy, he’s wanted to prove his worth. The only way Five could think to do that is by time-traveling into the future. He didn’t know what the future would entail. He definitely didn’t plan to get stuck in an apocalypse.

So for nine torturous months, Y/n endured a pregnancy. She was carrying a child of her presumed to be dead husband, which she didn’t believe in the slightest. Five Hargreeves was alive, and she knew that regardless of what anyone told her. She had a baby boy who she named Malachi. The same bright, alluring green as his fathers.

Despite his birth father not being around, Diego was a significant help. Diego stepped in where Five couldn’t. He was there for all of Malachi’s firsts and everything in between. But he was always Uncle Diego. A constant reminder that this man wasn’t his father. As far as the little boy knew, he didn’t have a father.

Things got more tricky as he got older. Malachi realized that a father figure was more common than not, which brought raising questions. She answered to the best of her abilities, but nothing was ever valid. None of her answers could be a hundred percent true because she didn’t know either. It was killing her to see her son this way.

He longed for a father. Wanted nothing more for a father-son relationship. Every birthday, every Christmas, he wished for his father to come home. It was killing Y/n because she understood his pain. The amount of dread, guilt, and sadness.

Maybe if she had told Five sooner, he would’ve never left. The guilt ate away at her. It was like an insect slowly crawling its way under her skin into her bones and nibbling them until they were gone. It didn’t help Malachi was an exact replica of his father. The dark, almost raven hair parted to the side, the glittering green eyes and a defined face.

No matter how long Five was gone, Y/n never took off her rings. She was a married woman until proven otherwise. Malachi had never even seen photos of his father. That was normal to him. All he knew was that his Uncles and Aunts told him he looked the exact same. Despite the same appearances, they had clashing personalities.

Malachi was the sweetest guy you could ever meet. Kind no matter who the person was. Wise beyond his years and intelligent like no other. His strong suit was English while he struggled in math. The irony was amusing. His father excelled in math, but he couldn’t do a two-step equation if he tried.

In the grand scheme of things, this didn’t matter. He got all the way up to high school. He was seventeen, to be exact, in his junior year of school. It was the summer before his senior year, and he couldn’t be more excited. As the years went on, the hope of meeting his father diminished to the point where he didn’t even think about it anymore.

He had his mom, and that’s all that mattered. His mom was his rock, his number one supporter, and his best friend. Malachi loved his mom more than anything and would give anything to keep her safe. Diego had grown to be like a father to him, but it was never the same. Malachi was sitting at the island doing homework while Y/n was cooking.

“ Hey, mom? “ He called, “ Yeah? “ Y/n turned to look at her son.

Malachi fidgeted with the pencil in his hand, “ Can I- Can I see your rings? “

“ My rings? Why? “ She asked, “ Well, dad gave them to you, didn’t he? “ Malachi replied.

Y/n nodded, “ Of course he did. We were married, technically we still are married. “

“ I just wanted to see what dad gave you. “ He murmured.

Hesitantly Y/n twisted both her engagement ring and her wedding ring off her left ring finger. She set them down on the granite island before her son so he could look at them. Gently he picked the engagement ring up and looked at it. It was the only time he’s ever seen the ring this close. She never took them off.

“ We got engaged in the snow. “ Y/n informed quietly, “ I really wasn’t expecting it. He never seemed like one to settle down. “

Malachi listened intently, “ Regardless. It was almost Christmas, and he took me to go Christmas shopping at one of the malls which was outside. “ She chuckled, “ Why he did that, I don’t know, but it was amusing. We got hot chocolate despite his love for coffee, and I made him wear a Santa hat. “

“ He was never into festivities before meeting me. Neither were your Aunts and Uncles. I started making holidays become more festive when you were born. Eventually, they got the hang of it. “ Y/n continued, “ Why was dad's name a number? “ He interjected.

“ He never got a name like the rest of his siblings. “ She answered plainly, “ Why? “

Y/n sighed, “ His father, more specifically your grandfather was a cruel man. Still is a very cruel man, which is why you’ve never met him. Reginald made the Umbrella Academy, where he adopted your dad along with his other siblings. “ She explained, “ They endured long days of training without breaks and horrid living environments. They were treated as experiments rather than children. “

“ They all got names, but Five didn’t want one. He rejected it because it didn’t matter. Name or anything. Their numbers would always define them, and Five was the only one who understood that. “ She finished.

“ What really happened to him? I know you’ve given me vague explanations, but I think I’m ready for the real thing. “ Malachi stated, “ I’m seventeen now. “

“ I know. Your father had powers. His others siblings do as well. They all do certain things. Five could travel through space and time. “ Y/n began, “ Growing up, he always felt the need to prove himself, to be better than everyone else. “

“ So, one day, he told me he was going to time travel. It was a big argument that definitely didn’t need to happen. At the time, I was a week pregnant with you, and I didn’t know how to tell him. “ She swallowed the emotions arising after remembering Five’s glare,

“ When I told him, it was too late. He was already out the door and gone. “

Y/n walked forward and took the rings back. She placed them back on her ring finger carefully as her son watched every movement. He knew she was upset. Malachi couldn’t help but be a bit resentful towards his father. All this to make a point? It seemed far-fetched.

“ That solution seems a bit absurd. “ Malachi commented, “ That's what I was trying to tell him, but he was very prideful and stubborn. “ Y/n replied.

A knock echoed through the apartment. The room felt tense. It wasn’t right; something felt off. Malachi felt it immediately cause he stood up and began walking to the door, wanting to protect his mother if a threat was there. Secretly Diego may have given him some defense classes, but that didn’t matter.

The boy opened the door to see almost the exact same face staring back at him, “ Who are you? “ Malachi snapped.

“ More importantly, who are you? “ The man retorted.

Every hair on Y/n’s body stood up. She knew that voice, and she knew that tone. It was him. He was back. It took everything inside her not to scream or cry but seeing Malachi hold his defensive stance against his own father was worrying her.

“ Malachi. “ She called, and he turned to her as she began to walk to the door, “ I need you to go to your room and promise not to eavesdrop. “

He wanted to protest, “ Please, sweet. I’ll be okay. I promise. “

Reluctantly Malachi backed away from the door giving the man a harsh glare that made the man evidently tense. Y/n waited for Malachi to be fully retreated in his bedroom before looking at the man in front of her.

“ Well. It looks like you’ve moved on. “ Five murmured, “ No- please. It isn’t what it looked like. “ She pleaded.

Her hand took his, and he recognized the rings on her finger. The same rings Malachi had just been examining. The same rings he took months to search for to find the perfect fit for his perfect girl. Everything seemed so colorful in his greyscale world now. His wife was still his.

“ Who- Who is he? “ His voice trembled as his lingering suspicion felt more accurate than ever, “ Come in and sit. We need to talk. “ Her voice was gentle and held no malice.

Five entered the now unrecognizable apartment. It wasn’t the same as when he left. In fact, everything seemed moved out of place. Y/n walked to the stove and turned off the burner that she was using. Five had peered at the papers on the island that were math worksheets and took a seat beside them.

“ Where did you go? “ She asked, “ The future. “

“ No shit. What did it look like? “ Y/n retorted playfully, “ It’s not as I hoped. It’s an apocalypse, love. “ His voice held so much pent emotion it was almost radiating off him.

She sighed, “ Okay. We need to talk about that- “

“ I- I want to know who that kid is. “ Five interrupted, and she gave him a knowing look, “ Malachi, can you come out here. “ Y/n called, and instantly he was out of his room.

The boy stood beside his mom, still not comfortable with the unfamiliar man. This time Five got a chance to really look at the teenage boy in front of him. The defined face, the almost raven hair, the same sage green eyes. His posture was protective and territorial, obviously for his mom.

“ Y/n… “ Five began as he swallowed the tears in his throat, “ Is- Is he mine? “

She nodded, “ Five Hargreeves, I’d like you to meet your son, Malachi Hargreeves. Malachi, I’d like you to meet your father, Five. “

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ssa-thotchnerr · 4 years ago

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What is grief, if not love persevering?

Pairing/s: Emily Prentiss x Daughter!reader, Aaron Hotchner x Daughter!reader, Emily Prentiss x Aaron Hotchner

Warnings: character death, angst, child loss, mentions of injury (nothing graphic)

Summary: Emily and Hotch deal with the loss of their daughter.

A/N: This is angst :) like very very angsty :)

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The house was deadly silent ever since the incident.

Oh god, the incident.

It had been 4 days since your incident, and 4 days since you’d died. An Unsub had nabbed you while walking home from school, and by the time the team had found you, your injuries were too severe. Emily and Hotch had begged you to stay awake, to not close your eyes. But when you got to the hospital, your injuries proved too severe for you to be able to recover from.

When they pronounced you dead, Hotch and Emily had felt huge parts of them die with you.

They weren’t even lucky enough to be able to say goodbye to you.

In the long, painfully excruciating 96 hours since your death, Hotch and Emily hadn’t spoken a word to each other. Every time one of them tried to say something, the words didn’t come out. They just didn’t. The house being so silent would never be something either parent would get used to. To never hear your sometimes annoyingly loud music playing from upstairs, to never hear you yelling at your TV over a show again, God, it fucking killed them.

And everyone was sorry.

Everyone was so fucking sorry for their loss. Emily swore if she heard someone tell her that one more time she’d scream. ‘Sorry’ wouldn’t bring her child back, sorry couldn’t fix any of this. As much as it killed Hotch to do it, he knew Emily would never be able to organise your funeral. Emily never had it in her to go into your room. All of your things were the same as you left them the day you’d gone missing, save for the teddy Hotch took from your bed to keep with him.

They were both on bereavement leave from work, but from what Rossi had told Hotch, everyone was thinking of them. Hotch tried his hardest to remain stoic for Emily, but when she wasn’t there, it all came out.

His baby girl was gone, and he was never going to see her again.

Planning your funeral killed him. He didn’t understand how he was supposed to plan his own child’s funeral, and be perfectly okay with doing so. He had to pick our pictures of you, there were so many he didn’t know which ones to choose, but ultimately ended up going with your most recent school photo. Your smile was so big in that picture, given the fact you’d just gotten your braces off after complaining for the full two years you’d had them on. The people at the funeral home were considerate enough, they let him be upset without being judged, after all, he’d just lost his child. After sorting everything there, Hotch returned home, where your shoes still lay by the door.

“Emily? I’m home,” Hotch’s voice trailed off as he came into the living room, looking up at the TV to see videos of you as a baby playing. “Emily…” He heard her sniffling as she cuddled one of your teddies, choking on a sob as she heard you call her mama.

“I don’t know how I’m gonna do this without her Aaron,” she sobbed, clutching your teddy closer. Hotch sat down beside her. It was the first time Emily had broken down over your death, and Hotch too could feel himself cracking. Watching you on the screen, so young and carefree, unaware of the cruel fate that awaited you. “I want her back.”

That moment made Hotch realise that this was real. You were gone, you were never going to come home, and that they’d have to live the rest of their lives without their child. He didn’t realise that he was avoiding thinking of the fact that you were actually gone, he couldn’t bare to think of it.

But now it was all he could think of.

#criminal minds #hotchner!reader #hotch x daughter!reader #agent hotchner #hotch x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #x daughter #x daughter reader #aaron hotchner x daughter!reader #hotchniss #hotch x Emily

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livingalifeofasimp · 4 years ago

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𝕾𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 - 𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝕯𝖎𝖑𝖚𝖈 𝖃 𝖂𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

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Warning : A very cute Diluc try not to get Heart attack, NSFW, yandere themes, possessiveness, I do not support such behavior it's purely for entertainment purpose, if you are sensitive to such content than refrain yourself from reading it, Art belong to respective owners.

Look at him how cute he is! My heart

✥⚜✥ It's weekend, sun still waiting to come out to greet everyone and chill cold air surrounded you as you groaned and get dressed in peach coloured blouse and black high waisted pencil skirt which was cut off in the middle of your thighs for a meeting that was set by your Boss for some important project. Since you have prepared everything with your hard work, you wanted to arrive as early as possible to give your best impression to let them see that you are capable of becoming a leader.

✥⚜✥ You looked towards the love of your life Diluc sleeping peacefully, He looks so cute like this I wish I could stay and enjoy this weekend with him, you thought while removing red strands from his pretty gorgeous face. Hoping that he doesn't miss you too much after working so hard for almost a week he definitely deserves to have some rest, you cooked his favorite meal and wrote 'Babe I am sorry I have some important meeting to attend I have to go, your favorite meal is prepared have a good day I will come home by evening', you wrote on a sticking paper and placed it on the table besides bed.

✥⚜✥ Diluc might run out to find you if you don't do this and will die worrying about you, as you smiled at least you don't have any complain like other girls have from their husbands. You kissed his forehead before making your way out of your room not before giving him a last glace. Suddenly you felt long slender fingers warped around your right wrist stopping you from going outside the room, you turned back seeing, Diluc half asleep rubbing his eyes to adjust the vision.

✥⚜✥ Where.........where are you going?",he said in his deep hoarse voice 'good thing' you thought, it's better to inform him face to face. "I have some meetings to attend right now", he looked at the time and turned towards you, looking up at you with his puppy eyes. "It's so early why does your boss always calls you, you and I work all the week and then the last thing your boss does is to take you from me, arranging some meetings", Diluc felt somewhat sad and angry why does your jerk boss keep on calling you? He is taking all of your time which is rightfully his, if only he could stop you but it's your happiness that allows him to let you do your dream job.

✥⚜✥ "Babe don't say that it's mandatory for everyone to attend today's meeting not just me", your answer made his face sour as he hugged your waist and put his face on your stomach, "No you can take leave for today I want to stay with you, I am so tired not being able to spend time with you no you can't leave me all alone if you wanna go then take me with you I am coming too". "You have to understand I will come early alright". He hugged you even tighter refusing to let you go "Last time you said that too but you didn't come early, are you leaving because I ate your (favorite snacks) then I am really sorry please forgive me", his voice sounded like he could cry anytime, everyone wants to take you away from him should he just lock you up so that you could only love him and give all your time to him. Your daily work kept you separated from him and now even in weekends, he can whine like a kid if it can make you stay.

✥⚜✥ "Diluc baby I forgave you for that already, besides you brought so many that I can't even eat all of them alone" you said while patting his head soft hoping it calms him down. "Then it must be because I haven't been able to give you enough time and love that you wanna run away from me, are you upset from me?, I will try my best, it's all my fault please forgive me I will accept everything just don't go please", then he finally looked at you, tears threatening to fall from his eyes, just what was he thinking all this time. "Babe I only love Diluc and no other men okay", "If you love me then you must stay we can do many things please don't go", at this point Diluc kept his head at the crook of your neck inhaling your sweet smell occasionally peaking your skin, still holding you tight not wanting to let you go.

✥⚜✥ "Y/N are you sure you going home we just started celebrating", one of your colleagues stoped you since your team got the leading project and everyone wanted to celebrate. "I have to, it will be dark soon", you arrived in your residence parking the car in the parking lot. You pressed the ring bell hopping Diluc won't be angry from you since you weren't able to keep your promise. Not even a second passed and door was opened, to your surprise Diluc grabbed you waist, greet you with his lips touching yours and pulled you inside while closing the door with his other hand. His passionate kiss was filled with desperation and longing and refused to depart from you but instead Diluc pulled you closer with your back against the wall.

✥⚜✥ "You said you will make up to me how are you planning on doing that?", his smirk smirk lightly causing your to go red "When did I said that?", he placed his lips against your neck and spoke making you to shiver in his embrace. Diluc strong arms holded your body close as if it's your last, was he sad your intention wasn't to hurt him, you got distracted from your thoughts when suddenly when Diluc bite your neck interlocking his finger with your and pressing himself against you causing your breathe to get uneven, his long soft hair giving you a ticklish feeling, his waist and legs touched your now completely inseparable.

✥⚜✥ Diluc started leaving purple hickeys on your neck marking you since he could smell others cologne coming from you, his jealously reaching heights. How can you be so cruel to leave and forget about him, it can't be your fault you always try to give him your time even if you are tired it's always them, they are being curel on you, he did everything to make you join his company, then you both will together anytime but you rejected continuously since you want to get the job with your own efforts. Diluc pulled away from the work he was doing, making you look at his face dusted with light pick color across his cheeks eyes filled with immense love and lust glittering heart shaped, telling that you can't have your way out.

✥⚜✥You pressed your lips against his soft pink lips gently, Diluc seemed shocked a bit but was soon to caught up with you slipping his tongue inside your mouth exploring, for a second you felt his smiling against your lips happily and you warped your hands around his neck. Diluc bend down to grab your thighs and lift you up making you warp your legs around his waist and kissed you against wall before taking you to bedroom "I suppose you ain't walking tommorow".

#genshin impact #yandere #yandere genshin impact #yandere x reader #tumblr #tumblrfeed #yandere story #genshin impact diluc #yandere diluc #yandere diluc ragnvindr x reader #yandere diluc x reader #yandere male #yandere husband x reader

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lacedinlucilfer · 3 years ago

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Helping A Brother Out

Ran Haitani x Reader x Rindou Haitani

(Summary: Ran assists his cruel younger brother in getting you in bed. Incomplete)

Warning: Mysoginistic Rindou, inappropriate content, Ran and Rindou being scum. Non Consensual photos.

Ran smirked down at his smartphone, scanning over the text conversation he was having with his younger brother while on a date with you. You were so trusting and innocent, he almost felt guilty for what he was about to do to you. Never in a million years would you suspect Ran of using your affection for him to lure you into a trap.

Your pining phase had lasted for so long when it came to the older Haitani brother. Serving him and his younger brother drinks at the local club late into the night, diving into his deep purple eyes as he lazily mixed his drink and cooed teasing words in your direction. Rindou would watch with envy as you practically offered yourself to him on a silver platter. You were so stupid and pretty, he couldn’t help but let his gaze linger a bit to long on your cleavage when you lean over the counter to speak to his brother. How dumb could you be? You hadn’t even noticed that Ran was touching the girl to the right of him while holding a conversation with you. Rindou was tired of watching women fall all over his older brother, who had deemed himself the more attractive one. When Ran was around, Rindou barely got any attention, standing in his shadow while he strung along another dumb bimbo.

“How dumb can she be?” Rindou hissed as he walked beside his older brother out the back door of the private club. Ran held a cigarette to his lips, a cruel smirk plastered on his face, listening to his little brother throw his little tantrum. “She was practically throwing herself in your face, any lower and we would have gotten a whole show.” His tone was completely sour, laced with envy and anger. It wasn’t fair. If Ran had asked you to, you would have gone home with him and let him take you raw. Rindou would have actually treated you correctly, but now he didn’t know if you deserved it. With the way you ignored him and lathered Ran in praise and attention. God, you were to blame for the tent in his pants.

“I don’t understand baby brother, if you hate her so much then why do you demand that we visit this club.” Smoke drifted up into the air, courtesy of Ran’s lips. Ran knew damn well that Rindou was jealous of the attention he got, due to that he knew his brother was a bit of a misogynist. He would rant and rave about how much he disliked the woman Ran brought around, then he would fist himself in the bathroom to the idea of them.

Rindou clenched his fists in anger as he stalked a few steps ahead of his brother, watching the street come into view. “Don’t ask stupid questions.” The street lights flickered slightly as they exited the alley, moving along the side walk to where they had parked their motorcycles. “She’s fucking hot. And she has no clue how hot she is, or she’s just playing dumb.” His hands slipped down into the pockets of his hoodie, grumbling to himself glumly, “She just wants your attention anyway.”

Ran clicked his tongue in thought, pulling the cigarette away from his lips, studying the back of his brother's head. It wasn’t as if Rindou didn’t get any attention from women at all, his demeanor was just too harsh to keep anyone around. No one wanted to stick around someone with such a fiery temper and so much self entitlement. He practically greeted everyone with a judgemental gaze from across the room, as if he was already measuring your worth in his head. Ran began to form a plan in his mind, tilting his head to the side every so slightly. As an older brother, shouldn’t he assist his little brother with his shortcomings and help him achieve what he wanted? And if what he wanted was you, then he was willing to use much you liked him to his advantage.

“Say baby brother, what If I bring her to you?” Ran’s voice was laced in a sleazy tone that told Rindou that whatever Ran had in mind, it wasn’t in your best interest. Rindou was only even more assured of this when he turned his head and was met with Ran’s lazy smirk. “Bring her to me? Like...against her will?”

Chuckling, Ran lengthened his strides to meet his brother's pace, leaning slightly in front of them to meet Rindou’s gaze. “Of course not, what do you take me for? I’m sure if I ask her to come spend time with me, she will come willingly.”

And so you did. You were beyond ecstatic when Ran passed you his number the next time him and his brother came by the club. He instructed you to text him as soon as you got off shift so that you two could set up a time to meet for a date. Your heart was absolutely soaring, after a few weeks of vying for his attention by unbuttoning your blouse, accidentally spilling his drink ever so slightly, you had secured a date with him.

Now you were sitting across from him in a fancy Italian restaurant on the water, waiting for the bill to arrive at the table. The date had gone pretty well in your opinion, Ran had told you a few stories about his younger days with his brother, meanwhile slowly letting his foot brush against your leg. He was smooth with his words and ever smoother with his hands, softly rubbing the palm of your hand on the table. He was sure the plan would go off without a hitch, you were so gullible and naive.

Another text pulled him away from his conversation with you and Ran glanced down at his phone to read the text his brother had sent him now. The older Haitani brother couldn’t help but smirk, catching your attention. “What is it?” you questioned him sweetly, leaning forward ever so slightly to see what he was looking at. Ran waved it away,laying his phone down on his leg, “Nothing, my brothers just being stupid. I apologize, let me answer him and I will give you my full attention, huh? How does that sound…?” Your flustered expression was all Ran really needed but you nodded in response anyway, fidgeting with your hands as he looked back down at his smartphone at the text Rindou had sent.

‘What is she wearing?’ Rindou had probably only sent the question innocently, genuinely wanting to know what you were wearing that night, but Ran had his own idea. He clicked away at his phone screen, opening up the camera and sliding his phone underneath the table quietly. You took zero notice due to the dark velvet table cloth that hung over the sides, not even when the flash went off and Ran pulled the phone back to look at the clear panty shot he had gotten of you in your tight black dress. He pressed his tongue onto the roof of his mouth with desire, sending the photo to his younger brother before clicking off his phone for now.

The waiter approached the table with the tab and Ran was quick to take it. In your eyes, he was the perfect gentleman. He wasn’t being pushy with you to put out or give him anything in return for the date, as if he needed to.You didn’t need any convincing at all, you had been fantasizing about sleeping with this man for weeks now. Sure, you wanted a relationship with him as well, but the idea of having him in bed with you that night was too much to resist.

“Well, dear, shall we be on our way?” Ran’s lazy eyes drifted up to yours, his smile charming and enticing as he slowly moved to leave his seat. “Mhm!”, you agreed and stood up from the table, taking the hand he offered you and letting him lead you out of the restaurant. Ran pulled you along gently, glancing down at his phone as it vibrated, reading Rindou’s latest text message.

‘Holy shit.’

Ran grinned and sent a quick reply, pulling you closer to his body.

‘You can see the slit too.”

You leaned into his side as he pulled you close, flicking your gaze up to look at his face. He was absolutely beautiful to you, his purple eyes drooped ever so slightly. He always had a slightly tired and teasing expression on his phone, it managed to make your heart jump every time he returned your gaze. “How do drinks at my place sound?”, he offered this idea up as if he hadn’t already planned out exactly what was going to happen when you arrived at his flat. “That sounds great!” you squeezed his hand slightly as he led you to his motorcycle, a grin plastered on his face. “Perfect.”

You kept a tight grip on him as he swerved and sped through traffic, face buried in the back of his neck. Ran was amused by your slight fear and when you stopped at a stoplight, he brought his hand down and gently rubbed your arm. “Hold onto me as tightly as you need, love.” He was, oh so, charming. His voice oozed intentions that were beyond innocent, and the thumb rubbing at your wrist didn’t help your racing mind.

The drive to his expensive flat did not take very long and soon he was assisting you off his bike and towards his front door. His place was like a huge modern mansion on the side of a hill, complete with a gorgeous balcony in the back and tons of windows. His fingers found yours and he looked down at you,”My brother will be home as well, but I’m sure you won’t mind if he joins us. Hm?”

A small wave of panic rushed through you at the idea of drinking alone with Rindou and Ran. It was already a gutsy move on your part to go with Ran, but the younger Haitani brother was known for being an absolute menace. You always felt his harsh stare burning into you when your served him and his brother at the club. “That’s fine…” you assured him, giving his hand a soft squeeze.

Everything was working out fine, Ran knew that If he got you at least slightly drunk he could convince you to sleep with both of them. Maybe, he wouldn’t even need alcohol. He found that he had a pretty good way with words, especially with lovesick girls.

Ran opened the door and heald it against the wall, allowing you to enter the flat. It was gorgeously decorated in a modern style, white and black being the main colors. You entered straight into the living room that had three velvet couches with black blankets and pillows on them. It wasn’t overly fancy looking somehow and it didn’t look like nobody lived there. A few drinks and cigarettes were laying around, books and a remote control sat on the middle table.

Ran grabbed a empty beer bottle that was sitting on one of the side tables, noting that it was still cold. “Take a seat, I’ll get the drinks.” You nodded nervously and made your way across the dark carpet towards one of the couches, sinking into one of the corners. Your hands found the corner of one of the blankets and you played with it to calm your nerves as the older Haitani brother disappeared through one of the door ways.

One of the hallway doors opened and out stepped a shirtless Rindou in grey sweatpants, face flushed and one hand gripping his phone at his side. It was blatantly obvious what was going on and you found yourself staring for a moment too long. “Fuck-…are you going to continue looking at me like that?” He snarled in your direction, frightening you into averting your gaze.

You couldn’t deny that he looked attractive, his dirty blonde hair messy and out of place. Sweat was dripping down his face and collar as he grabbed a towel from the bathroom and came back out, wrapping it around his neck. Without his glasses he was squinting ever so slightly as he walked towards the door that Ran had entered.

If your face got any redder, you would have looked like a tomato. “Damn, you just couldn’t control yourself, hm?” A voice sounded from the room over and you tilted your head slightly to look in the direction of the door. “Fuck off, this is your fault.” Rindou’s tone was like venom and you heard the fridge close with a loud slam.

Ran reappeared in the doorway holding two bottles of wine and three cups. “I apologize for my baby brother’s attitude, I hope he didn’t scare you…”. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip and you shook your head,”I apologize for uh…” but Ran was quick to cut you off as he put the drinks and glasses down on the table. “It isn’t your fault, he’s just frustrated and pent up…” heat flowed to your cheeks as you thought of the intent behind his words. “But it’s okay. We will help him release some of that tension.” Ran lifted one of the wine bottles and shook it softly, grinning at you.

#ran x reader #ran haitani #rindou x reader #tokyo revengers rindou #tokyorev x reader #tokyorev headcanons

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mobbu-min · 4 years ago

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Yandere adultrio with a s/o who finally breaks? Not break like being the perfect little s/o they want, but breaking like becoming completely and utterly numb to everything (threats, emotions, pain) and them being like "this......this isn't what I wanted"

A/N: ive recently started watching hxh again and it def gave me inspiration again. these turned out to be more like drabbles then hcs but i had fun(and made myself sad) so it doesnt really matter😌💗

Characters: Hisoka(hxh), Chrollo(hxh), and Illumi(hxh)

!Warning! Yandere behavior, yandere mindset, mentions of blood, torture and murder, gaslighting, manipulation

Yandere Adult Trio with a s/o who finally breaks

▪ Hisoka would be truly devastated.

▪ Afterall, you were his little plaything. Your outburst of rage and sadness amused him to no end. The tears you shed at his threats of pain caused the utmost pleasure coursing through his body.

▪ It wasn’t difficult to come to terms with the dead look in your eyes or the small gasp of pain when he scratched up your body with his sharp nails.

▪ Technically, he could just take you out of your misery right then and there but everytime Hisoka even attempted to, something stopped him.

▪ It bothered him to no end. Just why couldn’t he just snap your neck? It wasn’t a problem before, so why are you any different? What made you special?

▪ All he can do is sit down beside you and stare out at the window. Before, you would coward and tremble but now all you did was blink and exhale.

▪ Taking your hand into his, he played with your cold fingers. Taking notice of your chipped fingernails, no doubt from you biting them, and the pieces of skin that hung loosely near your nails, red and bloody from picking at them.

▪ No words were exchanged. Just Hisoka bored stare and your unblinking eyes.

▪ "I guess these are the consequences of being such a menace, right darling?” Hisoka breathed out, not expecting a reply. Running hand through his pink hair, he let out a laugh. One that should have sent you cowering in the corner of your room but you blinked and exhaled.

▪ Leaning his head against your shoulder, Hisoka brought you into his embrace. Clicking his tongue, he muttered “I wonder if this would have ended up differently if I was a different person.”

▪ He would be honestly confused, not grasping the fact that he pushed you too far down the road of self-destruction.

▪ It wasn’t until you constantly refused to eat and stared blankly up at him with the same dead-stare he gave you, after he threatened to use his nen ability on you, was when he truly grasped the consequences of his actions.

▪ He would reassure himself this is what he wanted. Illumi wanted you to be compliant and act like the perfect little partner, so why is there a pang in his chest at the sight of your thinning frame? Why does his mouth tug downwards at the sight of your soulless eyes that burrows right into him after he threatens to break your leg?

▪ The life in your eyes is no longer there. The fire in your voice laid vacant and the warmth your hands once provided was cold and harsh to the touch.

▪ Illumi once felt human with you but now he felt nothing at all.

▪ He knew it was coming eventually, but he didn’t expect it to bother him as greatly as it did.

▪ Chrollo had gotten used to your constant barrage of insults and defience. Yes, it bothered him greatly but it wasn’t something he couldn’t deal with.

▪ Maybe he shouldn’t have shown you your home town, once filled with life, now bathed in red.

▪ Chrollo is a man of intelligence but he didn’t think it out. He thought it would help you to comply with his demands and stop demanding to go home. It was out of pure rage and nothing else.

▪ It was your own fault for spitting out those cruel words at him, “I’d rather die than ever say ‘I love you’”. You were foolish! You were naive! Chrollo made it out to be your fault that your family and everyone you knew died, like it wasn’t his fit of childlike rage that caused the massacre?

▪ So should he really be surprised at your sudden compliance, if that is what you could call your sudden change in demeanor?

▪ Your soul that burned with passion and fury lay dormant. The curiosity and mystery that lay underneath your eyes, the very mystery that drew Chrollo in, was no longer there.

▪ You no longer teared up at his threats of misfortune. No more insults left your lips when he neared you. You didn't pound against his chest when he sat you on his lap.

▪ You were a lifeless doll.

▪ Annoyance built up within Chrollo. Was it towards him or you? He really couldn’t tell.

▪ It was on the evening of your ‘anniversary’ did he take the problem in his own hands. Once again in a fit of rage, the calm collective Chrollo you knew, was nothing but a raging toddler throwing their beloved toy onto the ground.

▪ Before he commenced his tantrum, he stopped dead in his tracks. His arms fell to his side and his grey eyes stared lifeless onto your fallen form.

▪ You laid limp on the cold broken tile of the large church you currently called home. The broken stained glass window let the harsh moonlight fall onto your pathetic form.

▪ Chrollo stared silently taking in the sight of the scars that ran up your body, some prominent and others fading. The bones that peaked underneath your skin. Your thinning hair and chipped nails. The small puddle of blood that pooled on the dirty floor from your nose, no doubt from the back of his hand making contact with your poor face.

▪ Kneeling at your side, he picked you up like you would to a baby. Treating you delicately like a fragile piece of art, he let you lean against his cloth chest. Leaning against the back of the altar to the church, Chrollo closed his eyes.

▪ Chrollo wasn’t one to regret. He lived his life doing what he wanted. Taking what he wanted without a second thought.

▪ But the sight of you laying on the cold floor of the cathedral made him regret every single thing.

▪ He had clipped his angel’s wings just like he wanted. Took their innocence and kept it to himself. Your purity and joy was all held in his palm. When did it all go away? Why did it turn out this way?

▪ Chrollo sat there on the cathedral floor staring at the broken figure of the cross letting the moon be the only witness to the tears that cascaded down his pale face.

#yandere hxh #yandere hxh x reader #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hisoka #yandere hisoka x reader #yandere illumi #yandere illumi x reader #yandere chrollo #yandere chrollo x reader #yandere x reader

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vinetae · 2 years ago

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Love Died Young

This is a drabble I felt like uploading. Was in an angsty mood, but couldn't decide who to use. So; this is an -insert character- drabble.

Genre: Angst, Breakups, Depression.

This is ... sad to say the least. Inspired by Love Die Young by Eric Nam.

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Raindrops pour down onto the car window. The silence roams the small vehicle like a nasty plague. Bright city lights peak through what the dark had already consumed.

“I think .. we should take a break.” His words cut through your heart like a dagger slicing it’s victim. Hot tears threaten to spill from your ducts. You shake your head, wondering how a measly little fight over the fireplace had brought you two here. Your makeup, long gone and runny. Puffed eyes search his for what little mercy he had left.

There was none.

No love.

No passion.

What had he been looking at you through for so long, then?

“Why..?” You question. The words really aimed towards yourself. Maybe if you had paid more attention to the signs, it wouldn’t have hurt this much. The flashes from the previous night's flight through your head. His first confession, moving in together, then;

catching him with another woman.

Even though it had been entirely his fault for cheating, you still felt that it somehow had been on you. Maybe if you’d paid more attention, given him more, handed everything of your whole existence to the man who you onced called yours.

The fabric of his jeans being toyed with by his clammy hands. Much like how you felt up till this moment.

“I … I don’t love you anymore, y/n.”

Those simple words in all it takes for you to storm out the car, not giving a damn if you were getting soaked. The pain of a cold that could definitely appear is far less than the pain you’re feeling from this night.

How can someone give up so easily?

Moved onto another like some sort of new baby who’d entered a family.

Family.

Your reminded of what he had promised you so long ago.

Your dreams, desires, first times, and more. You dreamed of having a life with the man you loved. Doesn’t everyone? Why can’t you have happy ever after? Why was life so cruel to those who try their hardest?

“Y/n!” His mumbled call is barely audible. The tears long have stained the rosy tint of your cheeks. A car horn blares, before you're trapped in the headlights of an 18 wheeler speeding down the narrow path of asphalt.

Before you have time to react, your body hurls to the ground. A high-pitched screech is all that you hear.

This is it. You thought.

This is where it ends.

Why was life so cruel..?

Your body lays cold against the wet asphalt. Every inch of you, covered and smeared in blood.

Why me, though?

A warm body comes to embrace your lifeless one, kneeling beside you holding your cold, fragile boy tightly to his chest as soft whispers could be made out to what had only sounded like the mumbling of a crying child.

“Stay with me, Y/n …. Please..” His words are incoherent, fumbling over the syllabuses.

“Baby please.. I’m so sorry- Please Y/n.. Come on baby, stay with me” Hot tears now flood onto your own, dripping down to join the pool of blood and regret that you lie in.

“We were going to get married..” He sniffs, pressing kisses to his forehead.

“We’ll have a big house, with three beautiful children. We’ll get the place you’ve always wanted. You know, the one with the big tall window in the front? We can sleep in on the weekends while watching our kids play in our white picket fenced yard. Walk our daughter down the aisle. Baby, please stay for me.."

Sires blare as his sobs continue to flow.

“Don’t die on me, Y/n. We’re gonna get through this, I promise.” One last verbatim can be understood before a warm light encases your cold figure.

“Stay.”

You could feel no more pain. No more hurt. No more regret. Finally, as the light lifts your shivering soul, a warm hug is wrapped around. Peace and tranquility is all you feel now.

You found a home where you were actually wanted.

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watchyourbluesturngolden · 4 years ago

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go big or go home

this was a request from @kk2016

Hi!! could you write about being pregnant with Harry but no one knew so you guys show up to the Grammys together and everyone can see your baby bump through your dress?

here is the link to the dress you’re wearing. I have no idea if this is a good option, I’m terrible with fashion :) but I thought it was cute! If you hate it, definitely just imagine something else :)

warnings: pregnancy

word count: 2.8k

It wasn't exactly hard to hide a pregnancy during a pandemic. You barely left the house, and if you did, you weren't recognized. The one time you and Harry had been spotted, you had only been 4 months along and were wearing an oversized sweater. So it was safe to say this baby was your family's little secret.

Harry knew, of course. He had been the first person to know (after Anne and the doctor who confirmed the pregnancy). You had got around to telling the rest of your families after the first trimester was over. The "inner circle," as you liked to call it, were the few people who were aware. This consisted of your parents, Anne, Gemma, Harry's band, Jeff and Glenne. That was it. Neither of you were wild on the idea of Harry's entire fanbase knowing, so you kept it under wraps as best you could.

Which, once again, wasn't hard to do. You didn't even have to go out for groceries; they could be delivered. You could buy everything for the nursery online and have it sent directly to your front doorstep. You and Harry had stayed inside for the better part of the past seven months.

However, there was one event coming up that you absolutely refused miss out on. The Grammys. At first, Harry thought you should stay home. He was worried you would get sick, and how it might affect the baby. He was worried about his fans finding out. He was worried he wouldn't win and he would have to see your disappointed face right next to him.

Of course, you were not about to let this happen. You assured him you wouldn't get within six feet of anyone besides him. You wouldn't shake anyone's hand or hug anyone. You would wear two masks, if it would make him feel safer. You would shower in hand sanitizer. You really didn't care what you had to do; you were not going to miss this night.

"Harry, I swear to God, if you keep giving me that terrified look..."

"I'm sorry!" He exclaimed, dragging a hand over his face. "I'm allowed to be a little apprehensive. This really isn't a good idea, I think it might be best if you just stay home. I just-"

"Absolutely not," you spun around, placing your hands on your hips. "I'm going to be there, in person, so I can watch my husband become a Grammy winner."

"You can watch from here!" He argued. "Plus, that way, you don't have to walk around all night. I know your feet have been bugging you, and-"

"Don't use this pregnancy against me!" You threw your head back, taking a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, I'm not," he said, stepping closer and resting his hands on your belly. "I just want you to be safe. You and our little girl."

"I know," you brought up your hand to brush along his cheekbone. "And we will be. I'm not going to get close to anyone. I'm not going to touch anything. I'm going to have two masks on the entire night. Harry, there won't be anyone safer than me this whole night. I promise."

"I just..."

When he didn't finish his sentence, you leaned in to meet his eyes. "What are you really worried about?"

"Lots of things," he murmured. "Besides the literal plague? I'm worried about people finding out and being cruel. I don't want to deal with that, and I don't ever want you to be exposed to it. I'm worried something bad will happen, and it'll be all my fault for letting you come along. And... I'm worried you'll be disappointed if I don't win." His last sentence was so quiet you barely heard it, but it still made your heart ache.

"Baby..." You said quietly, your voice sad. You ignored his other two worries for now, because this one was clearly the most important to deal with. “You think I'll be disappointed in you?"

He nodded, looking at his hands on you instead of meeting your eyes. "Everything I do, it's all for you. You and her. What if it's not enough? What if I fail?"

"Harry," you kept your hands on his face, directing him to look at you. "I will never, ever be disappointed in you. You are amazing, in everything you do. Understand? I personally think you will be a three time Grammy winner at the end of the night-" he grinned at this- "But even if you're not, I will still be so incredibly proud of you. I will always, always be proud of you, and I will always love you. Okay?"

He didn't move, but you used your grip on his face to nod his head up and down. His smile grew bigger, and he grabbed your wrist gently. He turned his head to kiss your palm, sighing softly before he pulled away.

"I love you so much," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "How do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Make me feel better. You always know exactly what to say."

You shrugged with a small smile. "I'm just amazing, I think."

"I think so too."

-----

You were sitting on the couch, dressed in your normal quarantine clothing. Hoodies. Sweatpants for him, leggings for you. Why would you get dressed up for a virtual acceptance ceremony?

You bounced excitedly as they announced "Adore You" as one of the nominations for best music video. Harry smiled when you gripped his arm.

"I don't have a good feeling about this," he admitted.

"Well, you're just a ray of sunshine today," you huffed. "Here it comes!"

"And the Grammy goes to... Beyoncé, Blue Ivy, and WizKid."

You slumped back slightly, patting his arm.

He laughed lightly at your reaction. "She deserves it."

You nodded. "Not to be mean to you, but yeah, she definitely does."

-----

As the hours wore on, you could tell Harry was getting more nervous.

"It's just- it's my first performance in a while. What if it's not good?"

"Harry," you grabbed his face again. "It will be amazing. Yes?"

Again, he didn't respond. Again, you had to physically move his head up and down in a nod. Again, this made him laugh. It was a small gesture, but you could tell it helped calm him down at least a little bit.

"There's one thing we haven't talked about," he pulled away from you, going through his drawers to find his socks.

"What's that?"

"Your outfit."

You shook your head. "I already picked my dress." You pulled out the garment bag, unzipping it to show him. It was fairly simple; you didn't want to overshadow him on his big day.

He smiled. "It's beautiful."

You nodded. "We're going to look so hot together."

"Couple of the year, I think."

"We might break the internet. Seriously. You're wearing a leather jacket with no shirt and I'm pregnant. Twitter is going to explode."

He laughed again, pulling you into his arms. "Are you sure you're ok with everyone knowing? It might not be good, people's reactions can be really-"

"You do realize they will have to find out at some time, right? You can't exactly hide a child forever."

"I know," he sighed. "I just like living in our little bubble, where it's only me and you who know."

"And your mom. And Gemma. And my parents. And Sarah, and Mitch, and Adam, and Ny, and Charlotte, and Jeff and-"

"Alright, alright, you've made your point," he chuckled. "But you know what I mean."

"I do," you nodded. "And I'm ok with people knowing. Besides, it'll blow over soon. I can just stay off socials until it does."

Harry sighed again. "I wish you didn't have to. I wish people would just..."

"Treat people with kindness," you grinned. "Maybe they don't know. Maybe you should tell them to do that sometime."

He rolled his eyes playfully, pulling away from you. "You're funny."

"Hilarious, I know."

"I have to get ready," he sighed. "One last try- are you sure you don't want to stay home?"

"Not a chance," you smiled. "Now shoo so I can get dressed."

-----

His hands were shaking as he opened the door of his dressing room. You gripped his arm tighter, trying to remind him you were here for him.

"Everything's going to be ok," you said softly.

He nodded, but his hands still shook.

"I'll be right offstage, you can look at me if you get nervous," you reminded him. "This might not be the time, but I'm, like, really excited to see you perform."

"Yeah?" He gave a small smile.

You nodded. "It's been a while since I've been able to see that. And you look... very nice in this outfit."

"Very nice, huh?" He laughed. "What a compliment."

"I do have a way with words," you grinned.

"Always," he leaned his forehead against yours. "Now what was it you said earlier? Shoo, so I can get dressed."

"I'll be just offstage," you reminded him one last time, blowing him a kiss as you stepped out of the room.

-----

You couldn't take your eyes off him for the entire performance. He was worried for no reason, because he was incredible. He was born to do this, you could tell.

You cheered louder than anyone else when he finished, earning a cheeky smile from him. As soon as he could get away, he ran over to you and enveloped you in his arms.

"I told you you'd be amazing," you whispered.

He nodded, wearing the biggest smile you'd seen in days. "Couldn't have done it without you."

"I didn't do anything," you laughed.

"No, I couldn't have done it without your moral support," he clarified.

"Right, moral support," you nodded seriously before breaking into a smile again. "But really, that was amazing. You're perfect."

"That's all you, love," he returned the compliment, turning back around to watch Billie performing. He kept his arm around you, though. The camera panned to you a few times during the different performances, and you knew by this point the viewers at home had seen your bump. Your dress wasn't very tight fitting, but you were almost 8 months along. You were sure social media was exploding by now.

You didn't have to worry about that though, not yet at least. You had a few more hours of calm.

-----

Harry's nerves had apparently returned once you got to the table. His hand was gripping yours even tighter than before and his leg bounced constantly. You placed your hand on his thigh, trying to calm his frantic movements. His eyes went to yours, and you could tell he was smiling under his mask.

"It will be fine," you reminded him. "Everything will be ok. You already did the hard part, remember?"

He nodded, taking in a deep breath. "Right. And soon, we can go home, and sit on the couch, and eat ice cream."

"Exactly," you smiled. "And I can get back in my leggings and not get dressed again for the next 6 months."

He laughed at this, and his grip on your hand loosened. He still kept hold of you, but you could tell he wasn't so nervous anymore.

"Ok, shh, they're announcing it now," you said excitedly.

Harry looked down, apparently seized with nerves again.

"And the Grammy goes to... Watermelon Sugar, Harry Styles."

His eyes went wide, and your face split into a giant grin. He reached his arm out to grab yours, almost like he didn't believe what had just happened.

He pulled his mask off, standing up. He took your hand, gesturing for you to stand too, so of course you obliged. He pulled you against him, and you could feel how fast his heart was beating. When he pulled away, you smiled up at him.

"I knew you would win," you said softly, still beaming. "Now go!" You gave his shoulder a gentle push toward the stage.

"Wow, um..." He blew out a breath, looking at you before he spoke again. "To everyone who made this record with me, thank you so much. This was the first song we wrote after my first album came out, during a day off in Nashville, and I just want to say thanks to Tom, Tyler, Mitch, and everyone... Rob Stringer, and everyone at Colombia, my manager Jeffery, who has always nudged me to be better and never pushed me, thank you so much. I feel very grateful to be here, thank you. All of these songs are fucking massive, so thank you so much, I feel very honored to be here among all of you, so thank you so much. And I want to say-" he looked at you again, a smile of adoration crossing his face. "Most importantly, thank you to my wife. Y/N, I love you more than anything else on this planet, and I couldn't have done any of this without you. You make it all possible, so... thank you to the light of my life, and of course our daughter." His eyes went wide at the last sentence, like he hadn't planned to say that. He looked around nervously before he quickly made his way back to his seat.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to say that, it slipped out-"

You shook your head, taking his hand. "It's ok, don't worry about it," you smiled. "I'm so proud of you."

He put his mask back on, but it didn't hide the happiness on his face.

-----

Once everything was over and you had both climbed into the car to go home, it seemed to really hit him.

"I won a Grammy," he said in disbelief, looking down at the award in his hands.

"You won a Grammy," you repeated with a big smile on your face. "Grammy winner Harry Styles."

"Yeah," he looked back up at you, his eyes still wide. "That's... insane."

You nodded. "And very impressive. And I'm so proud of you."

He smiled, scooting closer so he could put his arm around you. "Grammy winner Harry Styles... and his amazing wife."

"And their amazing daughter," you added, placing his other hand over your stomach. "Feel that? She's been kicking all night. She's excited for you."

He grinned, before his face dropped back into one of concern. "Are you sure you're ok with what I said? I really didn't mean to, I just got caught up, it-"

"Baby," you stopped him. "I promise, it's ok. Besides, everyone knew the minute I walked in there."

"Right," he nodded. "Has your phone been blowing up?"

You shrugged. "I turned it off. Should we check?"

"I'm a little nervous," he admitted.

"I'm gonna do it." You fished your phone out of your purse, eyes widening when you saw how many notifications you had. From every possible app. Congratulations texts, excited DMs, missed calls, and then there were the mentions. There were well over a hundred on your lockscreen alone.

You cleared all of them, deciding to open Twitter and see how bad it was. You were very pleasantly surprised.

"harry's daughter" was #1 on the trending page, and "harry in leather" was right behind it. Clicking on the first one, you found several GIFs of the terrified look on Harry's face when he accidentally made the announcement. You smiled, but scrolled further. Hundreds of fans were typing in all caps, apparently very excited that Harry was going to be a father.

"You're right, we broke the internet," he grinned, looking through his own timeline. "I've seen my bare chest more in the last five minutes than my entire life before this."

"What a power couple we are," you laughed. "We got the top two trending spots."

"What an accomplishment," he joked.

You scrolled for a few more minutes, still yet to see a negative message. "You were worried for nothing, babe. They're all very excited for us."

"I see that," he grinned. "They've also named our baby for us, and somehow know her zodiac sign."

"Oh, wonderful," you laughed. "But really, it could have been worse."

"Definitely," he nodded. "Well, that's one way to announce a pregnancy. On live TV in front of the entire nation."

"Yeah, you know, go big or go home."

"Exactly."

Closing Twitter, you moved on to Instagram. You gasped when you saw the first picture on your feed. "Sarah posted her bump! Now we can be baby buddies in public, not just in secret."

Harry smiled, turning off his phone and pulling you closer to him.

"omg, baby buddies :)" you commented. Within seconds, Sarah had liked the comment and replied with "they will be best friends😊"

With that, you turned off your own device and leaned into his side. "What a good night. Aren't you glad I came with you?"

"I am," he admitted. "Very glad. Thanks for being stubborn."

"Always."

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goofyhoffy · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Jeon Jungkook × reader

Genre: romcom

Word count : 3.4 k

Warnings : fluffy, swearing, angst, anxiety attack, smut, kinky, abusive language, mention of hickey, sexual harassment, yandere, love, sex, romance, licking, bullying, misunderstanding, one shot, rudeness, humiliation.

Summary: Gone for the last fairwell party where you meet the nerd kid Jeon Jungkook. The rudest boy who hates the popular kid like you. But then something changed and make you fall for him.

Author note: smoky fanfic for some smoky peeps . Share your opinions.

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"You're not going to attend the fairwell party, _____" your mother said. Tonight there is your first year fairwell party at the restaurant. Everyone is already so excited and planned about tonight. But your heartless abusive mother detains you from going.

"Why, that's so cruel. It's my first college fairwell. Everyone will be there. Let me go." You gasped at your mother. She with her eyes wide open signed you to stop your mouth.

"Be at your room till I come back from our ladies get to together. I'll be late, so close all the door. And be at your room. Don't think of going anywhere. Understood." Your mother shouted and leave the house for the party.

You close the door and shouted at the top of your lungs. You're so annoyed that your abusive mother never let you go anywhere. She's so mean that she goes everywhere without letting you go. But you also know your tricks to go there. You know the fairwell party gonna be lit with kids on the bars and restaurant all around. As early as your mom leaves you dressed up in your short silk black dress with your long curly hairs open. Match up with some smokey eyes and pencil heels. Afterall you're the most popular kid there, so you have to go there. But you never want to go cause the people around there are so mean and a bully to others.

Though you never get bullied but you felt bad for others. The better you know that the college guys are the meanest and cruelest. You're also so soft hearted that you fear of speaking up for them. Only for this reason you keep hating other and never went to any of the colleges parties. Even everyone insisted you so much. But today there is a sudden urge to attain the party. Because of your bestie since birth. Because of him you're going to the party. The season last party. Your guts are telling you that something big is gonna be happen with you. Something fun gonna be happen.

You waited at the front door for your bestie to pick you up. You checked the time it's already 9 pm and you need to came back by 2 am or else your mother gonna kill your ass of. It's drizzling outside , soft rains are always your favorite but today you don't have the time to appreciate the nature beauty. But you have to kill the party the fullest. You were just waiting.

"Babyygirl, come on! Get inside this beast." Suga shouted at the high pitch. You glad to see your bestie after waiting for them so long. He along with some other guys ride in a black open Jeep Wrangler. You got astonished to see the big Jeep. You walk upon the Jeep and gulped.

"We're going in this?" You questioned.

"Yes baby, now don't waste your time. And get your ass on this." Suga giggled. You get on that open Jeep. Suga helped you too. The Jeep started and all your hair dances in the air. The moonlight along with drizzling cloud make the sky look beautiful. You're feeling so alluring the whole journey.

When you stepped inside the restaurant, it was nothing like that. It's filled with smoke and known people faces. Kids are drinking , smoking , dancing and making out. As soon as you step in, the focus shifted to you. Everyone started to making cheers, noise with your name. Some people said "look ___ is looking damn hot." "Her ass! I can die for" "can I fuck her only for today" "she wear this dress to show her big cleavage." And some girls there bitching "why this slut is here?" "God! I thought she died. Now who gonna see me." "I need to cover my boyfriends eyes, or else this whore gonna seduce him." Everyone is just objectifying you. Only for this reasons you hate to attain any party. All of them only gonna blame or body shames you.

Hearing all of this you squeezed Suga's hand in shame and murmured "Suga can I go home. This place is not for me." He instantly feels that you're feeling uncomfortable. He grapped your hand and shouted "hey people, look! If anyone gonna open their mouth to spite any bad words to ____. I'm gonna make their college life a hell. So shut the fuck up." Suddenly everyone looks downwards and keep on doing their things. Afterall Suga have hype on the college because he's the captain of the basketball and all of the college kids are afraid of him. This is the perks of having a scary bestie.

"Thanks. Today I'm not gonna interrupt you more. So, now you can have fun. I will also find someone to have fun." You sighed to Suga.

"Shut your thanks, babygirl. I'm always here for you only. If anything happens you can just call me. I will be here around." He said and walked inside the bar.

Being a popular and good looking girl isn't a great thing. People only notice the worst side of you. You're thinking only this things and make your way to the near by open area on that Place. There's no one. Only you and your loneliness appreciating the cloudy night weather. Even though you have Suga as your bestie, he also can't always look after you. Apart from him, no one was there as your friends. As you interact really less.

Standing there for so long your eyes trail down to a huge postures sitting down the couch. Black leather jacket, high black boots, smokey black eyes, dark gelled hair with tattooed neck a boy was sitting at the couch. You side eyed at him for a better view. He was drawing something. You peek into the painting you saw it was the soothing sky he was drawing. You again trail your eyes to his full muscular body. But you were unable to see his face as he head downs to draw. You just want to look at his face.

For quite a long there, he said nothing to you. As only both of you're there you thought of asking him. "It's looking like you're painting this beautiful sky." You asked. The boy looked up to your face. His dark glowing eyes look straight into you. It was a known face too. His baby face isn't matching his devil body postures. You mesmerized to his beauty. You tell you heart you know him, but never noticed him. He was Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook. The nerd kid who always sits at the last bench but tops the class. Who never spokes to anyone. Who's always so lonely when noticed.

"Yeah. I guess you have eyes." Jungkook scoff. But one thing more he's the rudest. Never in his life he talks to anyone in the straight face. Because of that he never have friends. You rolled your eyes.

"I also have mouth but I guess it's best to shut. People are so mean here." You said.

"Huh! Afterall meanest than me. I'm the one who haven't talk about your tits and ass in the whole room here." Jungkook smirked

"Better for you to not open your mouth. I'm only trying to start a conversation with you politely. But you -" Jungkook intrepputed you.

"Yes, I'm the one who shut your bullying mouth. You popular kids always thought we nerds are piece of shit. But we aren't. We aren't even not care for you to answer back. But see today I did." Jungkook again smirked.

"What? I never bullied anyone. Actually you're mad or anything to start a verbal fight here. Do your shitty work, you're good to be alone. Now, I got it why no ones talk to you." You chuckled devilishly.

"I don't make fake friends like you or I say friends with benefits. Huh!" Jungkook giggled.

"Friends with benefits? What do you mean. You totally ruined my mood. Just fuck your life with this shitty attitude you fucking nerd. I'm good to go." You shouted at him and walks towards the bar.

But suddenly, Jungkook dropped all his drawing book at the floor and runs towards you and grapped you wrist from the back.

"What do you think? Where you're going? " Jungkook said.

You got confused by his actions. "Wait. Why the fuck you touched me? Get off me." You screamed at him. And he instantly released your hand from his grip.

"Cool, using women card huh. See you soon babe." Jungkook smirked turns to devilishly chuckled. You just get off from there.

Soon you go inside the bar. Asked the bartender to give you some cocktail. He handed over to you. You sit beside a group of creepy men who were keep staring at your thighs. You were getting super uncomfortable because of that. They're laughing, talking shit about you and your dress. But the limit crossed when one of guys handed over a page to you.

'One night stand! Money as much as you want.' Your blood started to rush over those guys.

You just want to slap them in the face. You hate how the whole fairwell night is turning into a nightmare for you. You never want to come here. You're cussing Suga for insisting you to come.

You grumbled the paper and through it on there faces. But then one of the guys started to touching you inappropriately around your thighs. You don't know what to do. Your anxiety level is getting on peak. All the men covered you and started touching you inappropriately. Out of fear you just sit like a piece of stone.

But then only Jungkook shouted at the group of men around you. His muscular body fitted his leather jacket perfectly. "You creeps, just get off from her."

One of them says "who is she? Your si-" Jungkook intrepputed them.

"Yeah, she's my fucking friend. Get off from her." And he grapped your hand and take you aside.

"Just kept your fucking dicks in your pants. If I ever see anyone of you to humiliating any girl. I will cut your penis off. Understood. Fuck off now." He shouted at them. And all of them just leaves the bar.

You're still in a sense of shock. You never believed this happens with you. Room full of air-conditioned but still you're sweating like crazy. You got your first anxiety attack after certain long. Your hand are trembling and tears down to your eyes. You still sense less what's going on.

"You're okay?" Jungkook asked with his baby voice.

You didn't answer anything. You just hugged Jungkook so hard. Nothing in your mind just you hugging him to get some heat and strength. Tears rolled down your eyes stopped to get his presence. He hugged you back and patted your back smoothly. Slowly the terror lives you.

"It's okay. Don't worry. I'm here. You're save." He said.

"I'm here to get your back. Calm down. Your makeup gonna ruin." He scoffs.

"Keep your mouth open. Or else i- " you cut him off.

"I'm okay. Thanks." You gasped.

"Want to have some fresh air outside?" He asked.

"Let's go. I can't breathe here anymore." I sighed. I grapped his wrist and fetch him to outside.

It was storming outside and slow winds crossing over my face. It felt so soothing to go outside and breathe some fresh air. I looked at Jungkook and felt so guilty for misunderstanding him earlier. His baby face just melts my heart. He's a purely the kindest and most helpful. I still regret why I never talked to him on the first hand. Well, I always have an eye on him for his tonned body. But the behavior always drive me crazy. The way he looked when he was angry at them. His veins hands with silver rings. And those messy dark hair sooths my heart. I once again fall for his kindness, generosity and smartness.

"Thanks but sorry." You looked at him.

He gazed at me "nothing to thanks me but take care of yourself. A girl should keep her mouth open for herself. Never depend on anyone else other than yourself. You're your own security. Understood."

"Your words are always so deep. But again sorry." You apologized

"Well, I'm sorry too for being rude. I don't mean to but -" you cut him off.

"But nothing. Just end those shitty things. I really liked how you saved me. I promise that from now onwards I will take care of myself." And you smiled at him.

He caressed my cheeks and smiled too. "I always thought you're mean but I was wrong. You're such a sweetheart."

"I know, people assume mean things about me. But at my surprise you're too a darling. But your words are full of sarcasm just like you." You said.

He giggled at my words. Then you gazed at his eyes and caress his dark long hairs which was covering his baby face. You touched his hairs. You feel a sudden arousal to find him. He was different and amazing. You realized he have something you are finding since a long. He get stumble too with your touch. He felt like he got goosebumps to your touch. You both keep staring to each others eyes for so long.

But then Jungkook broke it and scoff "your touch gives me goosebumps. Don't be so touchy or else something wrong gonna happen." And you giggled hard at him.

"Okay, I'll give you space." You scoffs.

As you both walk down to a group of boys having tons of beer. The whole area beside them smells like alcohol. You felt like trying some alcohol.

"Want to try some beer?" You asked him.

"Sure. Let's compete who can have more alcohol in their blood tonight." Jungkook smirked to me.

You both took one can of beer and gulped it at one shot. It was so refreshing and taste weird. But alcohol are meant to be tasteless. Jungkook goes for another one and so do you. You both keep on finishing the beer cans one by one. You're so into the competition that both of you crossed all the limits. Just drinking and laughing. After having enough can beer you were just pretending that you're drinking. But you were fully drunk. The alcohol is all over your body. Your dress got drenched with beer. On the other hand, Jungkook keep on going with the beer. Drinking and drinking but not stopping. He's the actual nerd kid who have a super big competitive ass in anything.

"Stop you dick. I can't drink anymore. You win. Cool!" You screamed in annoyance.

"Winner. Yeah. I knew it. No one can win from me." Jungkook yelled.

You made a annoyance face and said "look at my dress, alcohol is all over my body. It's drenched me. I smell like alcohol."

"Are you telling me to lick the beer from your body! Huh?" Jungkook grinned. He's totally drunk. He lost all his senses and so do you. Both are drunk and alone.

"Would you lick me if I say! Huh?" You giggled.

"Just say and I will lick you all up from head to toe baby." He smirked. And walk up to you and licked your neck.

"Stop it. I'll clean it myself." you pushed him kiddingly and ran towards the washroom to clean all the mess up.

At the water basin, you got some tissues and clean all the mess. From neck to your torso where all the beer spilled. But there also Jungkook followed you from the back.

You suddenly feel someone touched your back. You looked back and realized Jungkook is hugging you from behind. Locking your hands and softly kissing your ears. His warm huge body fits you finely. The alcohol fragrance along with his cologne smells it's so sexy. You don't want to leave him and not either tried to get out of his grip. He makes you so comfortable with his body all over you. That's feels so calming and horny. You want him to eat you.

"I said I'll lick you clean. You don't need to clean yourself." Jungkook softly said.

He then smoothly take your open hair aside and kissed your neck. It's feels like you're the last person to eat in this planet. He spins you and now you're facing him. He's so close to your face, you can feel his hot alcoholic breath on your face. He kissed you again all over your neck and beyond leaving some purple marks on your fine white body.

"Don't you want to clean by me! Huh?" Jungkook smirked.

"I-I yes, I want." You said in a shaky voice.

He hovered over you with his lips. Licking neck to chin and then he stopped. He looked into your deep pale eyes. You meet his eyes. His eyes speaking that he will made you watch the heavenly stars today. Without any second thought he kissed you in lips. You deepens the kiss with your tongue into him. His pink juicy lips taste so fine. He bit you on your upper lips which make it more loving. Then his one hand goes under my dress while the other is still there to deepens your lips. You put your hands on his long dark gelled hair. You both are caressing each other. Deep moans under Neath the breath was changed. Before going out of breath you broke the kiss and you both breathed so heavily.

He lifted you on the top of the water basin of the washroom and touched your inner thigh. A little moans let out from your mouth. His cold long fingers when touched your warm fizzy thighs it's giving you thrills. You spread your long legs further directing him to devour you inside. The hot make out already make you so wet that you can't resist. He pulled the hem of your dress and looks at the most beautiful site at that time. His eyes were glowing to meet with your small pussy.

"You want?" Jungkook asked me before putting his hands further.

"I want you to fuck me. Made me see the stars tonight." You softly screamed.

Jungkook getting the signal to proceed he touched your wet pussy over the panties. But the panties are already drenched of your cum. He gulped and smirked leaving your panty at the floor. He tilted you aside and thrust two of his finger inside of you. His cold veiny long fingers when get inside you, it gives you thrills. You moan his name. He gently thrust each of the finger inward. You already can see the stars.

"Jun-Jungkook!" You moans

"You want more?" Jungkook asked.

"Jun-Jungkook. Yeah. I want you to be inside." You screamed in pleasure.

He gently keeps on going with his fingers all the way. You lift up and you can see the budge on Jungkook jeans. You unlock his belt and put his jeans off. His big member is already waiting for you. Your eyes glowed up to see his big huge dick. You stroke it and it's already having a Boner. Jungkook stops and looked at your eyes.

"Are you sure that you can take my member inside you! Huh?" He smirked.

"Can't wait more to have you inside me. I want your fucking dick to tear my fragile pussy." You growned.

"Then let's just fuck you, ______" Jungkook moans.

You spread your legs further and he put his tip of the cock inside you. He's teasing you but then you thrust him in. His huge cock perfectly fits your pussy. He started to thrust fast and fast. He's moaning your name at high pitch. And you want him more and more. His hips are thrusting hard into you. You see all the colours of the stars. Jungkook made you realize the pleasure. It's get so heated that at last he thrust your g spot. You feel relieved.

"I'm going to cum, Kook." You said.

"I want you to cum on my fucking dick!" He exclaimed.

You cumed in his dick and all over his shirt. Your white liquid is all over the place. He smirked and gently took you off the water basin.

"Did I licked you well, ____?" Jungkook murmured.

"Yeah, I want you to lick me every day, Jungkook." You said softly.

He gently put your clothes on and you wear them. He also did the same. And he kissed your forehead and patted with love.

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