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Matt was so focused on a bit for BTE that he misses his flight out to LA, and finds himself stuck in North Carolina. How lucky is he that a certain cowboy, a certain ex, sees his sad Instagram post and is able to give him an alternative.

Song title inspired by Heart Upon My Sleeve by Avicii feat. Imagine Dragons.

I had all of this read to publish like half an hour ago then AO3 stopped working and deleted all the edits and formatting I did. So. I am Upset.

“I know, I know,” Matt says, propping the phone up between his cheek and shoulder. “Just go without me.”

“You’ll miss your flight,” Nick says. “You know that, right? If you wait too long –”

“Nick, it’ll be fine,” Matt says, a little too sharply. “I’ll get there. You two get to the airport.” Matt hangs up the phone instead of dealing with Kenny and Nick’s haranguing, going back to the camera. He really needs to get this bit filmed in a hotel room – if he does it in an airport or at home, it won’t feel right.

It's another three takes, another half an hour, which Matt doesn’t realize until his alarm goes off.

“Uh oh.”

That’s his get to the gate alarm.

Matt pulls up Google Maps to find that the airport is half an hour away, and his flight leaves in an hour. Before he can do anything else, Nick’s name pops up on Caller ID.

“You’re still at the hotel, aren’t you.”

“I lost track of time,” and Matt won’t admit it to anyone else, but he’s whining. “Are they, like, boarding?”

“Yeah, me and Kenny are in line to get on the plane, man,” Nick says. “You’re screwed.”

Matt winces as he looks around the hotel. He still has to pick up the hotel room, still has to call a Lyft, still has to wait for it, still has to check out. “I’m screwed,” he says in a small voice.

“Call the airport and see if you can get a later flight out,” Kenny yells into the phone. “There’s got to be other flights.”

“Please stop reminding me you’re on your way to LA and I’m not,” Matt grumbles. “The one week you decide to come hang out.”

“Keep us posted on the other flights available,” Nick says. “Hopefully there are a bunch.”

There are, he finds out an hour and a half later when he gets to the front of the line of the check in area of the airport, but they’re all four or more hours away.

“And I wouldn’t bet on those flights making it to LA,” says the airline attendant. She turns the screen so Matt can see it. “Big storm across the Midwest. Honestly, if I were you, I’d find a place to stay here and try a flight tomorrow.”

Matt fights the urge to whine. “Okay,” he says, deflating. “Yeah, I’ll. I’ll check out a hotel. Thank you, ma’am.”

“No problem.”

Matt posts an Instagram story of himself pouting in the airport, captioning it with, “Stuck in North Carolina.”

As he’s scrolling hotel options, he gets a text.

[12:47pm]

You’re stuck in North Carolina?

Matt refuses to get too fluttery over a text from Adam. It’s clearly just him checking in.

[12:48pm]

big storm across the Midwest no flights out until Friday night they said

There’s a pause, and the phone dings

[12:56pm]

Need a ride?

Matt panics about the response for long enough to make it weird, then makes himself text back.

[1:03pm]

Not unless you can get me to la

[1:16pm]

If you want, you can stay at my place until it all clears up. I drove into NC so I’m about to make the trip back

Matt stares at his phone, rereading the text three times before allowing himself to believe what he’s seeing.

[1:20pm]

If that’s too weird, you can pretend I never sent that. But I’m happy to help you get wherever you need to go.

Matt’s stuck here until he can get a flight out, probably in a miserable hotel room bed that'll kill his back. Or, he’s going on a road trip with his ex to his ex’s house, who he just recently got back on texting and speaking terms with.

Unfortunately, Matt’s better at suffering emotional discomfort than physical.

[1:26pm]

that would be great. im at the airport if you could swing by

[1:30pm]

Yeah of course. GPS says 30 minutes, but I need to pack up and get ready. I'll text when I'm almost there. See you soon.

Matt is half vibrating as he waits outside the airport. He looks like any other person, hanging out while waiting for their ride. But he feels like this is different.

He and Adam haven’t been alone together, really alone, for any significant amount of time for years. Matt’s knee starts going a little nuts as he sits on the bench, so he stands up and gives in to the urge to pace around the small waiting area.

And then a familiar truck comes by. A few new dents, what looks like a new interior. But it’s the same truck.

“Hey, stranger, need a ride?” Adam leans down and grins at Matt, and, god, Matt had missed his dumb little jokes.

“Hey, Hanger,” Matt says, throwing the smile back at him. He chucks his hard side suitcase in the back of the truck with a grunt then brings his backpack and carryon into the cab.

Adam raises an eyebrow. “Where are you gonna sit?”

“They fit!”

“They – they don’t,” Adam says. “I mean, the backpack probably can, but the – the little rolly guy, you’re gonna have to chuck that in the truck bed, too.”

Matt wants to argue, wants to say that there is important stuff in here that really shouldn’t roll its way around the back of a truck when rain could hit at any moment. But then he remembers that Adam is doing him a huge favor, and he relents.

“Yeah, okay,” he says. He tosses the carryon over the edge into the bed. “You don’t have a lot of stuff.”

Adam shrugs. “Didn’t need a lot this time, since all I had to do was drive down yesterday morning.”

“You drove four hours yesterday?”

Adam nods as he puts the car into drive and pulls out expertly around the manic airport drivers, making his way to the main airport road with ease. “I like driving. Redid the truck cab to make it even more comfortable.”

“I noticed,” Matt says, before he thinks about it.

Adam glances over at him. “You did?”

Matt nods. “I mean, I spent a lot of time in this truck, right?”

Adam starts to blush, just a little bit, and Matt absolutely didn’t mean it like that. “Um. Right.”

They make their way out of the airport mess, and onto the highway.

“Thanks, again, for this,” Matt says.

Adam chuckles.

“What?!”

“Thanks again implies you said thank you the first time,” Adam says.

Matt’s never been this uncomfortable in his life. The drive started off awkward, yeah, but this is somehow worse. It’s been two hours since they left the airport, and everything they do or say has made the cab of the truck feel like it’s airtight and the oxygen is quickly depleting. Adam keeps making random half comments, things Matt can’t even begin to parse, but shuts up before any of it makes sense. Matt has pointed out five cows.

They’ve maybe exchanged six full sentences since getting on the highway, and that’s being generous.

Matt’s leg is bouncing like mad and he can’t control it, just pulls his fingers into fists and wishes he knew what to say to make this less awful.

“So you wanna talk about why you’re freaking out, or are you just gonna let your leg vibrate the cab of my truck into the stratosphere?”

Matt exhales. At least one of them said something. “I’m fine.”

“Sure,” Adam says, laughing a little bit. “Because that,” he nods down at the way Matt’s knee is still going, “suggests a very normal and put together person.”

Matt adjusts so he’s got his legs uncomfortably crossed, forcing his knee down. “I’m normal.”

“You are fucking not,” Adam says. “It’s fine, though. It’s why people like you.”

Matt glances over at him, Adam’s eyes are locked on the road. “Sure. I guess.” Before he can say anything else stupid, his phone rings.

“Hey, buddy!” Kenny says. “LA’s looking great. But…” He trails off, frowning. “I figure answering means you didn’t get a flight out, huh.”

Matt shakes his head. “Nope. Yours was the last flight toward the west to go out, actually.”

“Where are you?” Kenny asks. “You sound funny.”

Matt can’t help but flick his eyes over to Adam when he says, “Um. Adam’s letting me stay at his place for a couple of days, until the weather clears up.”

Kenny’s quiet for a moment. “Am I on speaker phone?”

Matt clicks it up and holds the phone up to his ear. “Not anymore.”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Matt?” Kenny says, voice low. Matt hates being on this end of Kenny’s Dad voice.

“Everything’s fine, Kenny, he’s just helping me out.”

“This is a terrible idea,” Kenny says. “He’s going to hurt you again.”

“It’s fine, Kenny,” Matt says. His voice is tense. He can’t fix it. “I’ll text you when we get there or something. It’s fine.” He pauses. “And, uh. Don’t tell Nick.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ.” Matt can pretty much hear Kenny roll his eyes. “Fuck it. Fine. Just don’t get yourself killed, you dumbass.” And he hangs up.

“Sorry about that,” Matt mumbles, shoving his phone back into his pocket.

“Kenny seems,” Adam pauses, searching for words, “agitated.”

Matt shrugs. “He’s been weird the past few months about everything. It’s not you.”

They’re quiet for a while, and Matt wonders if Adam is desperately trying to come up with something to say just like Matt.

“I can drop you off at Kenny’s, if you want,” Adam says, hesitantly.

“No, it’s the opposite direction,” Matt says. “Literally. That’s not fair to you. Plus,” he squirms a little that he’s about to admit this, “I feel weird staying there without him. The walls make weird noises.”

Adam nods. “Yeah, I get that. The one time I visited there was this weird squeaking sound in the walls. Sounded like a mouse, but Dobby would have gone nuts over it.”

Matt processes that for a second. “You visited Kenny?”

Adam sits up a little straighter. “Uh. Yeah. Yeah, right before All Out.”

“You visited Kenny during the pandemic?” Matt asks. He has no right to be mad. He doesn’t. They were well and broken up at that point, hadn’t spoken in a few days. “What the hell, Adam?!”

“It didn’t involve an airplane,” Adam says through gritted teeth, knuckles white on the steering wheel. “And it was your fault for refusing to come stay with me right before everything shut down, anyway.”

“My fault?!” Matt yells, and he glances at the clock. Here they go. “You had just pulled that weird stuff at Revolution – you were acting like you didn’t even know me!”

“You could have spoken to me once!”

Thus begins the worst two hours or so of Matt’s life in a long damned time, which he knows because he keeps checking the time. They go back and forth, shooting long-forgotten accusations and angry defenses at each other like blows in the ring. Matt almost wishes they’d been able to do this in the ring, where he could hear the smack of Adam’s open palm against his chest instead of the words, “You cared about your stupid YouTube channel more than me and you know it!”

“I went to California so that Nick wouldn’t be alone!”

“Which means you were okay with me being alone!”

He wishes he could hear the thud of his body against the mat when Adam would powerslam him instead of, “Don’t pretend you gave a shit in the trio’s match, Matt, you just wanted another belt.”

“I asked you to be my partner first. Before Kenny was even cleared!”

“Right, because I’ll believe that.”

“You should, because it’s the truth, you jerk.”

They’re yelling about something that happened way back in Ring of Honor, a miscommunication when they were first dating, when they take the turn off the highway toward the little country roads that are a little too familiar to Matt. He glances at the clock for the millionth time, then back out at the charming roadside stores. And then Adam interrupts him.

“Stop fucking timing our argument!” Adam yells. “Fuck, Matty, you still annoy me the same goddamn way!”

Matt shrinks. “I didn’t think you’d notice.”

“You keep looking at the center display every, like, two minutes,” Adam says, voice calmer than it’s been in a while. “Unless you’re super interested in my mileage, which I doubt, it’s the clock.” He sighs. “Just like you always used to.”

“I didn’t just time our fights,” Matt says, his voice quiet. “I time everything. You know that.” He chances a glance over at Adam, who, despite fighting it, is unable to fully hide his smile. Matt can find it in the corners of Adam’s eyes.

“Yeah, I know,” Adam says, voice low. “Two hours seven minutes.”

“And fifty-three seconds,” Matt adds.

They’re quiet for a few moments. But Matt is stupid, and he wants the last word, and he’s still not over this one thing. “I just think it’s a dick move that you straight up abandoned us.”

“Would you stop bringing that up!” Adam half yells. “Jesus, you guys made it pretty fuckin’ clear you didn’t want me around anymore. Kenny was acting like a dick and you and Nick kicked me out of the Elite. Hell, even before the pandemic you acted like you were sick of me!”

“I did not,” Matt says, suddenly even angrier. “You don’t – don’t you dare say that.”

Adam laughs, a little mean. “Yeah. Sure. I bet you were just waiting to break up with me. Had to find an excuse, right?”

“I bought a ring.”

Matt waits as Adam corrects his truck from crashing into a mailbox. “You what?!”

“A ring,” Matt says, and it’s hell to keep his voice steady. He doesn’t know why he’s saying it – to hurt Adam, to help Adam, to apologize. To prove that he was always so much more in it than Adam was. To show that he put in the effort Adam accused him of shirking. “Revolution 2020? Yeah, I was planning on proposing that night.” He ignores the catch in his voice. “It was the four of us putting on the match of a lifetime at Revolution, but it would be you and me forever.”

Adam is silent, and Matt looks over to see him staring dead ahead, lips pressed together in a firm line. “You bought a ring,” he finally says, voice shaky and wet. “For – for me?”

“Yes, for you, you dumb idiot,” Matt half shrieks. All composure gone, he continues. “And then you almost hit Kenny with a Buckshot, and you wouldn’t even talk to me and Nick after, and – and you proved it was always all about winning for you.” He angrily rubs at his eyes, refusing to let any tears into this conversation. “Proved that I was only there to help you get what you wanted. And that wasn’t me.”

Matt’s glad for the seat belt when Adam takes a rapid right turn into a surprisingly secluded little area without a word.

“Are you gonna kill me in the woods?” Matt asks, trying to hide his worry. “This feels very serial killer, Adam.”

“I am not,” Adam says, voice disturbingly calm as he pulls into a practically empty campsite, “going to kill you.”

“Oh, cool, leave me to die in the woods, of course.” Matt will admit it: he’s a bit hysterical. Adam parks and it’s…it’s not comforting. “Cool. Good to know you’re still willing to drop me and leave me to –”

Adam leans over and yanks Matt into a kiss that he feels down to his toes, half crawling into Matt’s lap, and makes this miserable, tearing noise from the back of his throat. Matt remembers to kiss back just in time for Adam to pull away. “You stupid, self-centered, bastard,” Adam says, voice ragged. He’s crying, trails of tears down his cheeks. “I only ever wanted you, you dumb fucking – god, I could kill you right now.”

“Not super comforting,” Matt mumbles.

“Just shut up for once in your fucking life!” Adam yells. It feels like it echoes around the cab of the truck, sinks into Matt’s skin. “Matt, Jesus fucking Christ, you stupid – I walked away because I couldn’t stand what I’d done to you!” He pounds the steering wheel with his fist, teeth gritted together. “And – and then, before All Out. When I thought I’d have to – when I thought we would…” He trails off and finally looks at Matt again, eyes red and wet and face shattered. “I couldn’t hurt you like that again,” Adam whispers. “I left the Elite to keep from hurting you more. I couldn’t let it happen again in the ring.”

They sit in it, for god knows how long. Matt’s pretty sure they’re, like, a few miles away from Adam’s home.

Eventually, Matt has to speak. “I didn’t know that’s what you were thinking. I didn’t – I thought you. I thought you stopped loving me.”

Adam laughs and closes his eyes, dropping his head back against the head rest. “How the fuck could anyone ever stop loving you?” He turns to Matt. “How could you think I’ve ever stopped?”

Matt lets out this weird little noise. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying,” Adam says, turning his body to Matt. His hand is an inch away from Matt’s on the middle seat. “That the day you and Nick and Kenny came to have my back in the ring, I almost died. Because it was proof I might still matter to you.” He reaches up and cups Matt’s cheek. “That loving you for all this time made me worth another shot.”

Matt can’t fight it. He leans forward and catches Adam’s lips, climbing into Adam’s lap. He tries to tell Adam everything he hasn’t been able to say for almost three years, apologies, confessions, questions, anything he can think of. His hands cup Adam’s cheeks, thumbs brushing away the tears that make their ways down his faces.

His ass hits the steering wheel and the honk makes him jump.

“We, uh,” Adam says, eyes flicking to Matt’s lips, “we should get back to my – my house. We. We could.”

“God, please,” Matt says. He has to force himself off of Adam’s lap and onto the passenger seat. Adam doesn’t let go of his hand as he starts up the car and tears out of there like a bat out of hell. It’s only ten minutes before they pull into the long driveway in front of Adam’s house, familiar dirt and bumps that send something bizarrely nostalgic through Matt’s entire body.

Adam parks and turns to Matt. “I – I want –”

Matt nods rapidly, unbuckling and jumping out of the truck. Adam meets him around the front of the truck and they grab at each other on their ways to the door, Adam fumbling for the house keys and pressing Matt up against the door at the same time. The weight of him feels the same kind of thrilling, the same anticipation, as it always did before, and he almost falls backward before Adam catches him by the waist as the door pushes open.

“Bedroom,” Matt half pleads, “please.”

Adam laughs, turning them to shove Matt against the wall. “Yeah, Matty. I – yeah.”

Matt’s head spins as Adam gets two strong hands under his thighs and pulls his legs up.

“Just like old times,” Matt murmurs against Adam’s lips. He loops his legs around Adam’s waist and hooks them, and the balance is set so Adam can pull back from the wall and walk them down the hall to the bedroom. They don’t break away for more than a second on the way there, and it’s like they never stopped.

Adam half throws Matt on the bed and yanks his tee shirt off over his head.

“Aw,” Matt says, a little stupid already, “I wanted to do that.”

“Next time,” Adam laughs, and it sounds like a promise.

They kiss frantically for some time, hands roaming familiar planes of each other’s bodies, and Matt thinks he could melt into this moment and stay here for the rest of his life.

“I – I want you – I want you to –” Adam stumbles over his words, almost shaking.

“Slow down,” Matt says, and he reaches up to rest his hand on the side of Adam’s neck. “Hey, Adam. Breathe.”

Adam nods, still a little wild eyed, but he slows down and takes a deep breath. “I don’t want to mess it up again,” he says.

Matt sees the tears welling in his eyes. “Adam,” he says. “Hey. Adam. Nobody’s going to mess anything up this time.” He rolls them so he’s straddling Adam’s hips, hands pressing Adam’s shoulders to the mattress. “Adam,” he says again, because having the right to speak that name feels like a privilege, “I promise. We’re going to be okay.”

Adam sighs. “I don’t want this to be one time, Matty.” He settles his hands on Matt’s hips. “I can’t do this if it’s just pretend.”

Matt lets that settle over him. It’s a decent question – is this a spur of the moment? Or is this a road to what comes next? He thinks about it. He considers it.

And he speaks.

“Okay,” Matt says, smoothing his hands over Adam’s chest. “Yeah. I – don’t expect the ring, not yet, but.” He nods. “I want you to come back to me, Adam.”

Adam reaches up and yanks Matt down into another blazing kiss, his hands sliding up the back of Matt’s shirt, hesitating just a tiny bit. Matt leans back enough to let Adam pull the shirt up over his head.

“How do you look like this,” Adam murmurs, hands sliding up and down Matt’s back. The touch sends sparks through him, desperate for more.

“Weights, genetics, being God’s favorite,” Matt says. He grins at the way Adam rolls his eyes.

“Jesus, you never change.”

They fall into it, clothes strewn across the room in record speed, before Adam’s fingers skitter down Matt’s back to the top of his ass.

“Can I…?”

“Please,” Matt begs. “If you stop, I might die.”

Adam moves his fingers in a decision that makes Matt want to throw a shoe, but he reaches to the bedside table and pulls it open.

“Always so prepared,” Matt singsongs. His voice cuts off quickly, though, with the way Adam locks eyes with him. He drops lube on his fingertips.

“Lean forward, princess, so I can take care of you.”

And there it is. That low voice from Adam, that focused control, that masterful understanding of Matt’s body and how to make it sing. His fingers work gentle magic, sliding into Matt and fitting like puzzles, and Matt can’t help but rock back against the touch. “More,” he whimpers, “too soft.”

“Patient, baby,” Adam says, leaning up to press kisses to the skin of Matt’s chest. “Be patient.”

Matt squirms, though, terrible with patience, and pushes down. “More,” he says, a little more demanding. “Come on!”

“Maybe I want to draw it out,” Adam says, fingers sliding at a pace almost excruciatingly slow, “maybe I’ve wanted this for so long that I won’t want to miss a second. Maybe,” he leans up, a little bite at Matt’s pec, “I want to make you wait.”

And, well. To Matt, that sounds like a challenge.

He rolls his hips down onto Adam’s fingers until there’s two, until there’s three, until he can feel Adam beneath his hips, rock hard.

“I’m ready, Adam, please,” Matt says. “I want you.”

“You have me,” Adam says, deadly serious as he looks into Matt’s eyes. “I promise.”

Adam slides his cock into Matt even better than his fingers, and Matt almost falls against him in relief. He never knew he could miss a feeling so much. “I missed this so much.” Matt’s almost crying with it as he rocks his hips, eyes fluttering shut as he angles better against Adam’s body.

“Me too,” Adam says. “God, you’re beautiful.”

They’re silent for some time, Matt doesn’t know, as they rock slowly, relishing the moment. They forgive each other over and over, with gentle touches and rocking hips, and with Adam’s hands resting gentle on Matt’s thighs. The weight steadies him, makes him feel whole.

He slowly opens his eyes to see Adam looking up at him with an ethereal little grin. He looks years younger, like he did when they first met on the indies.

“Adam,” Matt murmurs, “are you close?”

“Almost,” Adam says. “I – I could be.”

Matt stills immediately, and Adam stares at him.

“What?”

Matt grins. “Be patient, baby. Maybe I want to make you wait.”

Adam glares at him. “Oh, you’re a dick.”

Matt shrugs. “And?”

Adam laughs and Matt moves, bringing him closer and closer to release before freezing his motions until Adam relaxes again. Adam starts begging, pleading, singing Matt’s name beautifully.

Tears have gathered in the corners of Adam’s eyes again, for very different reasons, as he pleads again. “Please, Matt,” he gasps, “I need – I have to. Please.”

“Okay,” Matt says, on the edge himself. “I – you can come, baby, it’s time.”

“Oh, thank god.”

Adam gets an arm around Matt’s lower back and flips them, driving into Matt with single minded fury. Matt comes almost immediately untouched, the tension and the build crashing through him so hard he cries out Adam’s name and digs his nails into Adam’s back. Adam comes soon after with a hoarse sob, his face turned into Matt’s leg, and shoves himself into Matt one final time as the two of them calm down, bodies going more and more limp as the seconds pass.

“So, I know this is a weird thing to ask,” Matt asks, running his fingers through Adam’s hair, “but our stuff is safe in your truck, right?”

Adam laughs then pushes himself up so he can look at Matt. “Yes, it’s fine. My nearest neighbor is, like, two miles away. There’s no one out here.”

“So you can’t be sure there’s nobody living in your barn, waiting for you to come home so they can steal your food.” Matt pushes himself to sitting so he can kiss Adam before he steps out of the bed. “That’s a bit naïve, isn’t it?”

Adam shrugs and stands, stretching his arms out. It’s a good sight. Matt intentionally doesn’t look away.

“Come on,” Adam says, reaching out an arm. “Let’s take a shower. I remodeled it back in 2020. I think you’ll like it.”

Matt blinks. “Did you finally add the jacuzzi?”

Adam nods. “You were right. Changes everything.”

They wrap themselves around each other as they wash each other’s hair, as they clean themselves up, and Matt is unable to keep himself from the question. “When exactly did you do this?”

Adam doesn’t meet his eyes. “Finished it that May. I started it back when you refused to quarantine with me, when you were mad.” He fidgets a little. “I thought it would convince you to come back.”

Matt curls into himself. “Oh.”

They’re quiet as they dry off. Matt wraps himself in one of Adam’s giant towels and half fidgets while Adam gets changed. “Could you, um. Would you be able to bring my stuff into the car?”

“Yeah, course,” Adam says. “I know your thing about putting dirty clothes back on. Planning on getting your bag once I’m dressed.” He gives Matt a shy little smile and leans in, kissing Matt’s cheek as he does his belt. “I’ll be right back, baby.”

Matt sits down on the bed, cozy in his towel, as he watches Adam walk away.

And he thinks, maybe, the ring that’s still in his top drawer at home could soon find a home on Adam’s finger. Maybe, this time, he’ll be able to ask. And maybe Adam will say yes.

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With so many factors complicating matters, Isabel and Jamie will have to muster all their tact and charm to ensure that comity is reached between all these fractious parties.

This is the 14th volume of the "Isabel Dalhousie" series.

#mystery #fiction #book recommendations #book recs #reading recommendations #reading recs #library books #tbr #tbr pile #to read #booklr #book tumblr #book blog #library blog #readers advisory

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the-navistar-carol · 2 years

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A fact about me that I have not told anyone is that I keep my emails. A lot of them. Well, I keep the ones that are useful and I keep the ones that I like. I'm a very sentimental person, and that trait extends to... emails, of all things.

Just scrolling down my Promotions tab, I have Dracula Daily from October 9, which talks about a dog that was found dead and the funeral of the Demeter's captain. I think it was specifically because of this line that made me keep it.

The folk here hold almost universally that the captain is simply a hero, and he is to be given a public funeral. Already it is arranged that his body is to be taken with a train of boats up the Esk for a piece and then brought back to Tate Hill Pier and up the abbey steps; for he is to be buried in the churchyard on the cliff. The owners of more than a hundred boats have already given in their names as wishing to follow him to the grave.

In the same vein, I have kept all of the "Dear People of the Future" emails. The last one was from August 11, and it talked about the places the author had used to live and what lives there now. I've kept all the Answer in Progress newsletters, because I like their YouTube channel and what they put onto the internet. I've kept the emails from when I was changing laws.

My "Primary" tab is an amalgamation. It's got Ao3 in there (which, seriously, go back to Social), it's got Etsy emails (hello, Phoenix shirt), it's got things that are important in there. I've starred several of those Ao3 emails, actually -- because they are comments on "Aftershocks" (hello, @missezri, I had to look up your user four times because I'd look at it, go "i can spell that," and then immediately forget how) and they make me feel like I've accomplished something. It makes me proud of starting to write again.

My "Social" tab used to be full of Ao3 updates. I have kept fic update notification emails when I really liked that chapter, but usually it's comments. I've kept all the email receipts from when @protectgeorgeweasley replies to my essay-length comments (oops, I still haven't started Atlas, my bad) and I star the ones that really stuck with me. Or, actually, I used to star all of them, as I have just realized by flipping the next page of however many emails that are still sitting in my box. Because I loved reading them once, and I'm going to love reading them again.

Your "Socials" used to be full of Ao3? What's in them now?

I'm so glad you asked, random voice that I totally didn't invent.

The top email in my "Socials" tab is a notification that @zee-has-commitment-issues tagged me in the Mega Backstory Post. It's not deleted, even though I checked it over an hour ago. It's starred, because I value what's in that post. The email second from the top is Ezri again, but it's a comment on the "are we ready for Screwed ch 23 heartbreak?" chaos post. I've kept them, and more posts that I've been tagged in or more asks I've sent that people have answered, or all of the above, because I like being reminded that people know I exist.

TL;DR I'm too sappy for my ow good, end post

#sappy dani hours #what brought this on?#the mega backstory post #keeping my emails = memories

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damisalakowrites · 4 months

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How I Got My Agent

"But don't you already have a publishing deal?" Yes, I do! And for that blog post, visit here!

Now let's get into it...

I started querying this project in January 2024 and received my first offer of representation in April 2024. If you're looking for the query stats and my query letter, scroll to the bottom!

January 9, 2024 - Sent my first batch of queries.

I batch queried. Initially, I focused on querying agents who responded quickly so I could get a feel for the effectiveness of my query package. I received full requests pretty quickly so I knew it was working. After that, I queried as agents opened up and when I had time.

March 6, 2024 - R&R on a partial manuscript

An agent rejected a partial but gave me a full page of editorial notes and feedback. And it was the most helpful feedback I’ve ever received on a full or partial. I spent six weeks revising and at the end of my revision period, I reached out to everyone who had my full and let them know I’d revised. Depending on how long ago I queried them, I offered to send the updated version or I just went ahead and sent it (with a small note that implied they didn’t have to re-read it if they’d already finished the first MS!). Everyone got back to me to confirm they received the revised MS or thanked me directly for sending it.

Even though the opening pages changed significantly, I didn’t re-query everyone. I only re-queried agents who had my query sitting in their maybe pile. I know, technically I can’t really know if I’m in a maybe pile, but I used my best guess (Query Tracker Premium helped with this).

One of the agents had me in their "maybe" pile for ~3 months. Within 48 hours of re-querying with the updated manuscript, she requested my full. Put a pin in that, I'll come back to this later.

And another week later, one of the agents with my full offered:

Thank you for sending this R&R along, and for your patience while I dove into THE SUN HAS A SHADOW! I was able to finally sit down and really dig into this manuscript over the weekend, and I think it’s absolutely wonderful. Your characters are distinct, there’s so much in this world to explore, and you touch on important themes while keeping the pacing quick and easy to follow—so many things I look for in YA, and fantasy in particular. I wanted to reach out and see if you’d accepted an offer of representation elsewhere, or if you’re still seeking an agent for your work? If THE SUN HAS A SHADOW is still available, I would love to set up a phone call to chat further about it with you, and about possible representation with [REDACTED]! I can’t wait to see your book out in the world, and I look forward to hearing back from you soon!

Post-Offer Timeline

Things went by quickly after that.

I got my offer email on 4/23/24. Two days later, I was having The Call with the agent and the founder of the agency. The phone call went so well and it was clear that they both understood this book and the story I was trying to tell. Having both of them on the phone call also was an opportunity to see how the agency as a whole works - and not just the agent. They never interrupted or spoke over each other and knowing that I wouldn't just have the agent’s support, but the agency’s was more impactful than I’d anticipated. I also knew I wanted an agent who was more editorial - someone who could push me to create the best version of my story. Yes, they loved and gushed on my story and it was clear that they were just as passionate about it as I am. But I wanted to work with an agent who could help me make it even better.

When the call ended, I knew I’d be more than happy to work with with that agent. But of course, it was time to do my due diligence and send out those "notification of offer" emails and messages.

By the time I received my offer, I had 2 partials and 10 full manuscripts out in the world. When I sent my offer of rep notifications, four agents with my full stepped aside due to the time constraint. I’ll be honest - two of those step-asides stung. They were with "dream agents" - but like I said earlier, after my call, I knew I’d be more than happy to work with the offering agent. Many other agents with my queries stepped aside too, simply because they wouldn't be able to make my deadline. And seven agents requested my full after nudging them with my offer (most of them weren't able to read the manuscript before deadline, though).

I received multiple offers (stats at the bottom). And while I was so grateful, I also found my anxiety rising. Every single agent I spoke with was excellent, and I would have been happy to work with any of them. There were no glaring red flags, I spoke with current clients, and I did my whisper network research. All of the agents who offered were incredible and blew me away.

So how exactly was I supposed to choose?

Answer: Follow your gut.

The Agent

Remember that agent that had my query for 3 months? And then I re-queried with my revised MS and she requested my full in 48 hours?

She offered.

And our phone call went really well! Conversation flowed, her editorial vision and her enthusiasm was everything I hoped for in an agent and it was clear that she knew the genres she represented well. At the end of the phone call, I immediately texted my husband and told him, "I think I found my agent."

I had a few other offer calls in the coming days and again, those calls went extremely well, too. But two weeks after my first offer, I emailed Dorian Maffei and signed with her.

And I'm beyond excited to get started.

Query Stats & Query Letter

Queries Sent: 96 CNRs (closed no response): 3 Rejections: 79 Partials: 6 Fulls: 21 (14 before offer of rep + 7 additional requests after notification of offer/nudge) Offers: 5 offers and 1 R&R Total Time Querying: 105 days (~4 months)

Some additional notes about these stats:

I withdrew 26 pending queries the day before I signed with my agent. Queries were withdrawn because I hadn't heard back before deadline (so similar in concept to CNRs).

By the time I got an offer, I had 10 fulls and 2 partials out. Both agents with my partial stepped aside post-offer.

All 7 of the agents who requested my manuscript post-offer either passed, stepped aside, or CNR'd.

My Query Letter

Dear [AGENT]

In Ibana, dragon-riders devour the Nightmares that lurk in the shadows of night while phoenix-riders herald the rise of the Sun every morning. But five years ago, the queen killed her family, usurped the throne, and ordered the genocide of all phoenix-riders.

No-one has seen the Sun since then.

Despite the never-ending night and the Nightmares that skulk between the cities, 18-year-old Babatunji makes a living delivering messages and cargo, braving the Shadow-lands alone. But his life of quiet isolation is ripped out from under him when he finds himself indebted to a dangerous dragon-rider. Desperate and out of options, he reluctantly agrees to the first job that comes his way: escort Layo, one of the last phoenix-rider descendants, to the other side of the country. But after Baba and Layo survive an assassination attempt ordered by the queen, Layo confesses her true purpose: she is in possession of the last three phoenix eggs, and she’s been tasked with safely delivering them to a hideout on the other side of the monster-stricken country. Her success would mean the return of the Sun, the return of the phoenix-riders, and a means to finally end the queen’s dark reign.

Baba and Layo escape ambushes and face the Nightmares that lurk in the night while the queen and her dragon-rider army nip at their heels. As Baba and Layo’s alliance blossoms into something more, Baba comes to terms with a terrifying realization: the key to Layo’s success is also Baba's greatest secret. It’s a secret he’s buried in shame, loneliness, and laudanum. But if they have any chance of saving their world from this endless night, Baba will have to confront his shame and expose the darkest parts of himself. Doing so could cost him his life but worst of all, it could confirm what he always suspected: that he was never deserving of redemption in the first place.

BEASTS MADE OF NIGHT by Tochi Onyebuchi meets SKYHUNTER by Marie Lu in “THE SUN HAS A SHADOW,” a high-stakes fantasy about re-discovering one’s agency, and how the threads of guilt, depression, and addiction create a tapestry of isolation and shame. It is complete at 78,000 words and set in a fictional world that is culturally inspired by the Igbo and Yoruba tribes of Nigeria (#ownvoices). It will appeal to fans of slow burn romance and shadow-magic. Despite its darker themes, it will leave readers feeling hopeful about these characters, their journeys, and themselves.

[BIO PARAGRAPH]

Thank you for your time and consideration.

#creative writing #publishing #querying #on writing #am querying #writing #ya fantasy #writers on tumblr #book writing

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nerdskii · 1 year

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•• LONG BLOG POST ABOUT LIFE KEEP SCROLLING ON BY or read if you want ••

I have bipolar disorder and thanks to years of searching to truly understand myself I know that I have had it for as long as I remember my feelings. I was officially diagnosed with it in 2008 and took medicine for it all the way until 2018. Ten years of hard fought depression and mood stabilization and I really did get better.

But what bar is better measured by? I no longer randomly explode with bottled up emotions; I can process them in real time and I am capable of calmly explaining what I am feeling to another. I can identify when manic mood has set in and know to make no decisions of any consequence during it. Such as spending money, giving away items, or deciding to live or die. I can play a videogame instead but I do very poorly in that state and get enraged so it isn’t best option but I still choose it sometimes. I can’t really focus on reading or watching a show so yoga, meditation, and listening to music while running on my elliptical is nice.

I think about watching my nieces and nephews grow and how much they love me. How I can be useful to my family or things I can arrange or rearrange in my room. I don’t fall into extended manic moods or depressions. In the year 2015 I was depressed for 11 months and spent three or those months manic while working a job. Oh boy! That was a doozy I mostly felt nothing and when I did it was sadness or anger and I developed insomnia as a little treat for my declining mental health. It was difficult but I never quit my bipolar meds and immediately got on an sleep aid/antidepressant combo after four days of being awake and was sorted.

The bar to measure success by is am I current miserable and the answer is a resounding no.

However. . .

I still have bipolar disorder and that my feeling great no passion in my life due to the medicine has led me where I am meant to be. I feel like I truly have achieved inner peace with how I express my love for my family, the acts of service I give freely, that my lack of desire to achieve or experience isn’t bad; it’s Tao.

All that mental suffering and the process of feeling terrible medicine stripped away my ability to emote from me led me here. Like it was supposed to all along. I am a person that doesn’t need passion it made want to die back then. I don’t need to compete it makes me not want to be around other people. I don’t need to do anything but help others and show them harmony is best through being peaceful myself.

I don’t know why I felt like typing that out but it’s kind of the line some of my meditation thoughts take. I couldn’t meditate for peace when my mind decides to attack me if I never got my prescriptions so many years ago in my 20s. We are all in the process of building the foundation tomorrows us will stand on everyday. What may feel like a pebble today will soon be a stone.

Not quitting my medication when I felt down and couldn’t get out of bed and slept 13 hours, not quitting another day when I said, “This is bullshit I am not even happy” as I laid in bed unable to asleep, not quitting when my only thought was “I’m invisible everyone would get over me dying sooner than they think.”

I know no measure for happiness but what I know I am not this body, I am the electricity that powers it. I know that the brain is a powerful computer we don’t really know how to use, it suggests things simply to let you know it’s something you *could* do. I know I am not my thoughts. I know feelings a transient and are only blowing through but eventually they’ll return so I must welcome them and bid them farewell each and every time, even the negative ones.

I don’t know why I am writing this instead of just meditating but I know I felt like a stream cloudy with kicked up silt when I started but now I a peaceful and the stream has cleared. I hope to read this again one day and find some clarity I missed; meaning I’ve grown more wise.

☯️

#sometimes i talk about real life #self meditation journal thingy

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cyarskj1899 · 2 years

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#WEMISSYOUMEG: 7 Most Memorable Megan Thee Stallion Moments

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Megan Thee Stallion turns 28 years old today. And boy, does she have a lot to celebrate. With three Grammys, four BET Hip-Hop Awards and several prestigious accolades underneath her belt, the Houston hottie has shown that she is an unstoppable force.

Whether she’s dominating the music world with her infectious tunes or empowering fans to be confident and fearless, Megan Thee Stallion has become a pillar for those who dare to the take the road less traveled.

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Her fans, who she affectionately calls the “Hotties,” appreciate her authenticity and the way she has been open about the challenges and hurdles she has faced during her come up in the rap game.

Even at the height of her career, Meg continues to give back to her community while using her incredible platform to champion a myriad of social causes. From domestic violence and mental health to women’s rights, Megan’s positive impact on the entertainment and society at large is abundantly clear.

She’s, sassy, bougie and classy, and today we have to give the hit maker all of the flowers for her big day. Here are some of our favorite moments from the hot girl’s career.

Megan Thee Stallion graduates from Texas Southern University

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While dominating the hip-hop center stage last year, the famous femcee fulfilled her lifelong dream of obtaining her Bachelors of Science in Health Administration. In December 2021, Megan walked the stage during her graduation at Texas Southern University donning a big smile and a fierce beat.

On Instagram, the rapper gushed about the significant moment to fans, telling her 30 million followers: “I want y’all to remember that you can do whatever you wanna do and be whoever you wanna be, cause look at me!”

During an 2020 interview with PEOPLE, the “WAP” rapper said she was driven to obtain her agree as an ode to her late mother Holly Thomas, who died in March 2019 after a difficult battle with brain cancer.

“I want to get my degree because I really want my mom to be proud,” the hip-hop titan shared, adding that she hoped to make her late grandmother proud of her accomplishments, too.

Megan Thee Stallion takes a stand for Breonna Taylor during 2020 SNLperformance

In 2020, Megan Thee Stallion used her big performance on Saturday Night Live to slam Kentucky attorney general Daniel Cameron, after he failed to deliver justice for the tragic police shooting of Breonna Taylor.

During her energetic performance of “Savage,” the Houston hitmaker stood before a scrolling backdrop that bore the words “Protect Black Women” in bold. Halfway through the song, the music cut into the sound of loud gunfire, as Meg and her dancers stood silently in front of a screen filled with riddled bullets.

The jarring soundbite was immediately followed by a recording of activist Tamika Mallory, calling out Cameron for his decision to drop charges against the officers responsible for Taylor’s shooting death.

After the soundbite ended, Megan spoke directly to the audience:

Megan Thee Stallion and Cardi B shock the world with “WAP”

Megan Thee Stallion joined forces with Cardi B in 2020 to deliver their raunchy hit single “WAP,” a boppy hip-hop tune all about the power of femininity and sexuality. After the track soared across the Billboard charts, Republicans and conservatives clamored with anger and disgust due to the song’s suggestive lyrics. Heck, some people even called in and complainedfollowing the duo’s epic performance of “WAP” at the Grammys in 2021.

Megan Thee Stallion and Cardi’s bold display of fearlessness and divine feminine energy shook up a lot of people. But the two rap powerhouses never faltered. Even in the face of adversity, Megan remains confident and unapologetic.

Thee Stallion Twerks with Lizzo

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When two Black queens at the top of their game link up, you know it’s going to be iconic. Megan Thee Stallion and Lizzo did just that in 2020. A viral video of Megan twerking while Lizzo played a funky tune on her flute sent fans into a tizzy that year.

Showing off her sturdy knees and bodacious backside, Meg dropped down and twerked her bodacious clappas.

The hilarious moment captured a tender glimpse of Black sisterhood. It also left many fans feeling eager for the duo to collaborate on music.

Hopefully, there will be a Megan Thee Stallion and Lizzo collab in the near future!

Megan Thee Stallion can be sassy and gushy, too!

Megan Thee Stallion is filled with spice and a little bit of sugar, too. The Billboard award recipient has been happily boo’d up with rapper Pardison Fontaine for the last two years. They have been a strong example of Black love and resilience. The couple has managed to cherish and hold on tight to one another through gossip and salacious headlines.

Last year, in honor of their two-year anniversary, Meg took to Instagram with a gushy tribute post, showering Fontaine with praise for his love and affection.

“Yr 2 with U 💙,” the “Hot Girl Summer” rapper captioned a photo carousel of tender moments throughout their relationship.

For Valentine’s Day this year, it looks like Meg and Pardi enjoyed some quality time together. A photo obtained by the Shade Room, captured the couple toasting shots of liquor in heart-shaped glasses, presumably celebrating the holiday.

Every strong Black woman needs a good Black man by her side. Together, the possibilities are endless.

Megan Thee Stallion testifies against Tory Lanez, creates mental health resource website

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Megan Thee Stallion made the ultimate display of courage after she testified against Tory Lanez during his 2022 shooting trial. The rapper’s testimony came after a grueling year long smear campaign from the media, with several sites alleging that she may have lied about her 2020 shooting at the hands of Lanez.

Dressed down in a custom purple suit, the “Savage” hitmaker finally opened up about the harrowing night and slammed those supporting Lanez throughout their turbulent case.

“Every man in a position of power in the music industry has taken his side,” she told the Los Angeles courtroom.

The star also admitted that she was hesitant to open up about the incident out of fear that it may hurt her career.

In December 2022, Tory Lanez was convicted of shooting Meg.

Before the verdict, the hip-hop titan created a mental health database for fans in need. The website featured a wide array of helpful resources for domestic violence victims, therapy and sexual violence counseling.

Megan Thee Stallion makes hilarious cameo in She Hulk

Megan Thee Stallion’s talents have no bounds. Fans were reeling with excitement when the star made a brief appearance on the Disney + show She Hulk last year. The talented femcee played herself in the comic-book inspired series. And towards the end, she even dropped down low to shake her tail feather in one scene.

This wasn’t the first time Meg flexed her acting chops. Before entering the Marvel universe, the rapper, who also goes by the moniker Tina Snow, made her acting debut on P-Valley.

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During an interview with The Cut in August 2022, Meg said that her passion for acting was inspired by the careers of Queen Latifah and Ice Cube, two rap stars who were able to find success in Hollywood.

“When I look at them, it inspires me to take it further than just music,” she told the magazine. “I don’t feel like I’m only going to be an actress — I feel like I’m also going to be a director and I’m also going to be a producer,” Megan added.

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hellraiser. // eddie munson. (4)

pairing: eddie munson x female!reader - stranger things cast x female!reader

summary: Between school, band practices, D&D nights and shitty parents, you and Eddie have created the perfect little secret life together. The town of Hawkins despises him, but not you. You're head over heels for the son of a bitch. About to graduate, the two of you are ready to run out of Indiana the moment those caps go in the air, but the inevitable Hawkins Curse creeps its way back into town, and takes hold of what you once thought was untouchable.

word count: 7.5k

warnings: language (always), mentions of death, they have sex- 18+ (it's blocked off, vaguely descriptive, so just scroll past the ~ if you dislike), it's determined that reader does have anxiety (she has panic attacks in this part), SEASON 4 SPOILERS.

a/n: hi, thanks for being here! :) I keep writing this at the speed of light. Posting for myself, really. Follows the storyline of Season 4! Beware of spoilers in case you haven't watched the masterpiece. Such an interesting backstory happening and being created, I think I love these people, ah. Thank you for all the love and support shown for this :')

*gif not mine, creds to whoever owns*

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part four. glimpses

“You slept out here?” You ask Eddie quietly. The two of you are on the opposite side of the shed, farthest from the door, sitting by the dock where Rick kept his boat. Your legs were wrapped around Eddie’s waist, your chest pressed to his where he sat with his back against the wall.

“I haven’t slept since you left my place two nights ago,” He says, both of you speaking just over a whisper. His lips pulled into a small frown as he looked down at you. Closing the centimeter between you, you touched your noses together and closed your eyes.

“‘M sorry,” You whisper. Eddie shakes his head, bringing his hands to your cheeks, the silver rings he wore nearly stung with how cool they were on your warm skin. Opening your eyes, you look into his. They’re dark, and full of remorse.

“Sorry for what?” His tone is sharp.

Your lip pouts, “I should’ve come ov-“

“No,” He says, “No.”

“I could’ve… I could’ve helped,” You shake your head in his hands.

“No,” He says again, holding you still. There’s a short pause as his eyes dance around your face, taking you in. “Did you not hear what I said? I’m not trying to be an ass, but did you hear what I said?” His voice dipped, “She got lifted… off of the ground.” Pursing your lips, the bottom one crinkles. Eddie sighs and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. He places a hand to the back of your head and lays it on his chest, your new view of the lake with the moon hanging above it. Peacefully.

“You have no idea, how happy I am, that you were not there,” He says slowly, giving your head a little scratch, “If something happened to… to you… and I couldn’t stop it,” He takes a deep breath, your body rising and falling with his chest, “I, I just, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself,” His whisper is short, and harsh, but toward himself.

“Do you believe in wizards?” You ask after a quiet moment. Eddie gives you a small laugh, rubbing a hand over the small of your back.

“Real life, or fantasy? Don’t get me started,” He says in a silly voice, both of you knowing that he’d talk about Dungeons and Dragons for hours. You move your chin to look up at him, a spark of happy interest on his face. Finally something other than him dissociating every couple minutes.

“Real ones,” You smile, and you were genuinely curious, though you brought this up to keep him in your realm of consciousness. Without even a thought to your words he nods his head, stops to think for a split second, then nods faster.

“Now I do,” He says, “Now I really do, I believe in… something, because, Christ.” Squeezing his eyes shut, you can’t help but smile again, but this time because you caught a glimpse of seventh grade Eddie. Thirteen year old Eddie who swore up and down he wasn’t afraid when you went to see the movie, Alien, by yourselves. Watching him scrunch his nose up now with his lashes laid on his cheek, you felt like you were back in that dark theater giggling at him. Halfway through the film, one of his hands was gripping your wrist with so much power you went home that night with his fingerprints on your skin.

“So, do you think that… Vecna is real?” You ask.

“I have a very strong feeling that he is,” Eddie says, “But after I get my hands on a cigarette, and we rock one out, and then my head is clear from all this shit? Ask me again,” He laughs under his breath, “Might have a different answer for you when I feel like I’m back on this planet.”

“Don’t think they’d appreciate us rocking one out,” You widen your eyes and giggle, mentioning the group of misfits speaking in a huddle right outside of the shed door. Eddie glances at it, then he smirks with a sigh.

“How’d you get stuck with Harrington?” There’s a shift in his tone, one that you can’t quite place.

“He’s Dustin's friend, too,” You say, “I went to Henderson first- well, actually, Max found me first when I went to your place this morning.”

“You went… to my place this morning?” He asks, and you give him a small smile, “Wayne? Uncle Wayne, is he okay? He was there, right? Did you see him?” His eyes are widened slightly, more than usual. You can see that he’s worried about Wayne finding Chrissy, a guilt that will probably stick with him for some time.

Forcing the smile to stay on your face, you release a breath and give him what he wants to hear, “Yeah, I saw him. He’s okay, I promise. I talked to him. He’s worried about you.” Diverting his gaze he sighs, then looks towards the door again.

“Wonder if… if your new friends will tell him that I’m okay. Physically, physically okay,” He mumbles, “Still questioning where we are mentally.” The end of his sentence comes out with a genuine laugh. Taking a hand from his back to rest on his cheek, his laugh makes you laugh for a second. Dragging a thumb across his skin, you lift your head to place a small kiss to his lips, and as you pull away Eddie's arms are quick to keep you close, kissing you again.

It was so incredibly easy to get lost in, the comfortability of it all taking you to a whole other place. The white noise of the water beneath you paired with the sounds of your breathing between parted lips, it was intoxicating, and knowing how reactive both your bodies were, you had to stop it before things went any further. As soon as the feeling of Eddie’s rings on your skin beneath your t-shirt surprised you, you had to pull away, but you couldn’t. His fingers wrapped around your waist, gripping it happily with a squeeze before they drug higher.

“Eddie,” A frantic whisper falls from your lips as you finally break away. The look in his eye is like no other. They’re wide, and soft, and begging for you.

“Oh, thank god, I didn’t wanna be the one to break it up,” Steve’s voice carries through the shed making every muscle in you and Eddie’s body flinch. Pulling his hands back faster than he ever has, his elbow bumps against the wall that makes him silently cringe. Three inches of space is put between your chests as you both look over to three heads peering inside behind where Steve was standing.

“Sorry,” You blurt out, and Max giggles.

Robin shakes her head, “Don’t be sorry,” She says sweetly.

“Uh, anyway,” Steve clears his throat, “I’m gonna take these guys home,” He’s looking at you as he speaks, like he’s avoiding Eddie, “I wanted to ask you, and not assume. Do you want me to bring you home?” Turning to look at Eddie, he’s wearing worry, but still smiles and nods to you, telling you to go.

“Your parents probably have a search party out for you already,” He jokes, smile faltering just the slightest, “I’ll be okay.”

“I don’t trust you,” You whisper, narrowing your eyes, “And I don’t give a shit what my parents do or say,” You turn back to Steve, “I’m gonna stay,” You tell him in confidence.

“Gonna be a boring ride home,” Robin says quietly before speaking up, “We’ll be back first thing in the morning.”

“Yeah, we’ll bring you food and drinks, whatever you want,” Dustin says, “Just, stay put. We’ll bring back updates.”

“Thanks, buddy,” Eddie gives him a nod, then looks at Steve who finally looks back at him. An awkward tension fills the room.

“Okay,” Steve exhales, rubs his hands together, and turns to leave, “We’ll be back when you see the sun.”

“Fuck,” Eddie groans beneath a whisper, pressing his fingertips into your back, “What’s with Harrington?” His voice is coarse, but quiet. Dragging your nails gently down his bare back, you hum cheekily and smirk. Looking down from where he was laid on top of you, he brings his hand under your jaw and holds it tight. With a rough snap of his hips into yours, you roll your head back in his grasp with a moan.

Both of you went back and forth on whether or not this was a good idea. So much was going on that it almost felt insensitive. Hell, you knew Steve thought the two of you were a couple of feins for one another, but this was how things were. This was what you did to cope. To forget. Even if it was only for a couple of minutes.

Shifting between yes or no for a bit, the second that BMW pulled away your hands were back on each other hungrier than before. Eddie had lifted you off the floor, stood up and stumbled to the door of the shed, taking you inside the house only to topple over on the couch by the backdoor.

With a laugh from you both, your lips were keen on staying pressed together as you shed your jackets, and Eddie’s shirt- he insisted you keep your Motley Crue tee on.

Working at his belt, you’d memorized every groove, you tugged at the button on his jeans, yanking them down as he grinned and nibbled your bottom lip. They were at his knees when he finally took your shoes off, sitting up so that he had the space to pull off the striped pajama pants you were in. He commented on them, teasing you because of ‘how cute they were’, and as if he wasn’t just a softy, he gripped below your knees, opening them as he laid back over you, and he kissed you roughly as he pushed himself inside of you.

“You really want to talk about Steve right now?” You say, arching your back so that your chest pressed to his.

“Not… really,” He mumbles, resting his forehead on yours. He takes his hand off of your jaw and slips it under your shirt, grazing your skin gently until he’s got a disgustingly pleasurable grip on what he wants. “Just… making sure… he’s not… messing… with you.” Letting your head lull back on the couch cushion, your eyes flutter shut as you listen to him speak between thrusts of his hips.

Bringing his hand back under your jaw, he tilts your head to the side with force and checks out the side of your neck he’d marked up two nights ago. He pauses, everything, causing you to open your eyes to look up at him. Breathing through parted lips, you whisper something unintelligible, something you weren’t even sure was English. Eddie, holding you down, raises an eyebrow.

“Something you wanna say?” He tilts his head as he talks down to you. Nodding as well as you could have, Eddie loosens his grip for you.

“I said, let go,” You turn your chin so you were eye to eye, and he listens.

“What do you want?” He asks softly, dragging the back of fingers across your cheek. Sliding your hands around his neck and up into his hair, you push him closer to you, and give him a deep, slow kiss. In the midst of it, Eddie moves his hips and sighs within the shared air over the sound you had made.

“Want just this,” You whisper, tangling your fingers in his curls, “Just you.” Smiling against your lips, he listens, starting to rock his hips lazily, loving the feeling of your hands in his hair. He appreciated this, and totally knew why you wanted it this way, because it honestly relieved him, too. Was he actually worried about Steve? Of course, Grade A Douche. But, the weight the last day has carried has been entirely too heavy. Tangled together like this the two of you were typically talkative, especially Eddie, because you wanted the excitement. You both needed it, you craved it.

After today though, that was the last thing you wanted. Right now you need him to hold you tight, and fill every last bit of your thoughts with nothing but each other. Kissing your lips, he moves to your cheek, kissing down your jaw to your earlobe that he gives a tiny kiss to. Kissing his way back to your lips, he brushes his nose to yours twice and kisses you there once.

“I love you, baby,” He whispers, resting his forehead on yours. Gazing up at him with the eyes he loved, you halfheartedly smile, lost in him completely.

“I love you, Eddie,”

Back in the shed, sitting near the boat, Eddie was hidden, and content, until he heard a car pull up in front of the house. He glanced up and around at his surroundings and whined to himself out of strict panic. The sun was up, it was morning. Henderson said they would be back by the sunrise, but it had been up for two hours already, and that means the kid lied.

Hurrying to the window crouched over, he slapped a hand to the windowsill and tried to peek out of it to see if he could spot who had shown up. He was in the wrong window, all he had was a view of the bushes and the vague shape of, maybe, a car.

“Oh, shit,” He whispered, listening for footsteps or a voice- something that would tell him who, or what, was around.

All at once the shed door opened with a bang and Eddie jumped, yielding the broken beer bottle he had last night.

“Jesus!” He shouts, leaping back against the wall, looking over to find Dustin with two grocery bags in his hands, wearing a smile on his face. Robin, Harrington and Max waltz in behind him.

“Delivery service,” Dustin says, holding up the plastic bags. Robin grins, and Steve gives him a snarky little wave, one that Eddie almost deemed condescending. Last night was a blur, the group of you all coming to find him, Eddie knew Harrington was there, but now, in broad daylight, with him standing there with his… perfect hair, and charming smile… It pissed Eddie off.

The four of them come inside, making themselves at home. Dustin drops the groceries on the ground and plants himself on a stool, folding his hands as he sits his elbows on his legs. Robin says something quietly to Max that Eddie doesn’t hear, then starts to glance around the shed, eyeing Steve curiously. After a second of wondering what the hell she was talking about, Harrington scans his surroundings and folds his arms across his chest.

“So, we got, uh, some good news and some bad news,” Dustin starts to say until Steve cuts him off, asking Eddie where you were. Harrington leans his shoulder against one of the wooden pillars by the boat in the center of the shed that Eddie had plopped himself in. Rifling around the groceries, he pulls out a big box of cereal that was definitely from Dustin's kitchen, and shoots Steve the quickest glare over his shoulder.

“Did she go home?” He asks, “I literally told her I’d drive her.”

“She definitely doesn’t need your help,” Eddie says, and shovels a handful of Honeycombs into his mouth. Max sits down on a bucket beside the boat and asks Eddie, nicely, where you were. With a small sigh, Eddie looks at her. “She’s asleep, inside.”

“How’d you get in?” Robin asks, and it makes Eddie laugh.

“It’s Ricks, it’s always open,” He mumbles as if the group was a part of the same inside joke he was. Scoffing, quietly he thought, but Eddie heard him, Steve shakes his head.

“Did you sleep?” Max asks.

“Yeah, get any?” Robin lowers her brows. Eddie smirks, inhaling another handful of the slightly stale cereal.

“Got something,” He muttered.

“Jesus Chri…” Steve whispers, and Eddie laughs.

“No!” He speaks up, the laughter stopping abruptly, “I barely slept. When you see what I’ve seen, it’s not exactly easy to close your eyes at night.”

“Yeah,” Max agrees in a soft voice, looking at her fingers that she tangled together nervously, “I know that one.” Watching her from the side of his eye, Eddie gives her the tiniest smile that she doesn’t see. He knows she’s Billy’s sister, and he knows that she saw him… go.

“Uh, so, news?” Eddie sits forward and looks over to Dustin who bobs his head.

“Good and bad… How do you prefer it?” The freshman asks.

“Bad news first, always,” Eddie widens his eyes for a second.

Inside Ricks, curled up on the couch with your knees tucked into your chest, you wake up to the sound of a car pulling up in front of the house. Lifting your head, you squint around in the daylight that was assaulting you from every window in the place and see that Eddie is gone. A pang of electric panic shoots down your spine and sends you springing onto your bare feet.

Socks padding the ground as you hurried to the archway to peer around it at the front window, you see that it’s Steve and the group getting out of his BMW. SIghing with relief, your eyes close for a hot second. Watching them start for the shed, you realize that that’s probably where Eddie was. You hoped. He had fallen asleep with you wrapped in his arms on the couch, but he must’ve not been there long.

Walking back to the couch you sit down and slip your sneakers on. Across the room Rick had a small TV on a table that you thought about turning on, just to see what was happening in Hawkins, but figured you shouldn’t for now. At this time in the morning it almost feels like the same time you ran off from your parents yesterday, and you wonder what they’re doing. Tying the last shoelace, you plop your foot to the floor and take a deep breath, wiping the sleep away from your eyes. It felt weird sitting on this couch without a raging hangover.

“What the hell,” You mumble to yourself, “What the actual hell,” Your brain sifts through yesterday as you slip out the backdoor and head into the shed. Five heads turn to you swiftly as you push open the metal door with a creak. Robin and Dustin smile at you.

“Morning, sunshine,” Steve says. Raising your eyebrows, you thin your lips and wave, watching Eddie shoot a nasty glare at him.

“Sleep well?” Max asks with heart, her eyes on you attentively. Stepping over to the boat, you put a foot in, catch your balance, then get in sitting across from Eddie.

“Mmm,” You hum, feeling awkward being freshly awake in front of people you barely knew, again, it’d be different if you had a raging hangover, “Went in and out, but, yeah, I guess. What are we talking about?” You look around at them all, then take the box of cereal away from Eddie, digging your hand in the same way he was.

Eddie smiles as he watches you, but then it fades as he says, “I’m the number one suspect for Chrissy’s death.” Mid-chew, you sit up straight, knitting your eyebrows together.

“What?!” Your shout is muffled by the Honeycombs in your mouth, “‘Ow can dey suspec’ ‘at?!” Eddie cocks his head.

“Can kinda see why they would,” He says nicely, but was borderline sarcastic. Rolling your eyes you look over at Dustin, swallowing the cereal.

“So, they’re searching? The cops?” You ask, your eyes gravitating towards Steve who’s nodding his head slightly.

“They haven’t released his name yet,” Harrington says.

“But, it didn’t take us long to find out about you, it’s a matter of time before others do,” Robin adds. Looking over your shoulder at her, she has subtle sorrow in her eyes, “And we’re sure that everyone and their shallow minded mother is gonna be gunning for you,” She looks over to Eddie whose eyes are shifting around the room uncomfortably.

“Hunt the freak, right?” He forces out of his mouth, biting on his bottom lip soon after. Leaning forward, you place a hand on his knee and give it a squeeze.

“Exactly,” Robin says.

“Shit,” Eddie sighs, putting a hand on top of yours, scrambling to get his fingers around yours.

“So, before that happens,” Dustin holds up his hand, “We find Vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence.”

“That’s all, Dustin?” Eddie scoffs, “That’s all?”

“Yeah,” Dustin squeaks, “No, that’s pretty much it.”

“Yanno, for a minute, just a minute, I forgot about the wizard thing,” You tighten your fingers around Eddie’s rings and cringe.

“Listen,” Robin starts, “I know everything Dustin is saying sounds totally delusional, but we’ve actually been through this before.”

“Ah, right,” You add quietly, “Forgot about that, too,” Rolling your head around to crack your neck, you shift in your seat nervously and look over at Robin, “More monsters.”

“I mean, they have a few times, I have once,” She says, “Mine was more human-flesh-based, theirs was more smoke-related, but bottom line is, collectively, I really feel we’ve got this.” Looking her up and down, the band geek, you laugh under a breath. Then you look at Max, who seemed tough enough to tackle anything on her own, but Steve and Dustin? A washed up high school jock, and a curly headed child who goes to science camp in the summer… can fight… monsters.

“I don’t know if I believe you,” You mumble, looking down at you and Eddie’s hands.

“We usually rely on this girl who has superpowers,” Harrington says to you, then drifts off, “But, uh, those went bye-bye, so…”

“So we’re technically in more of the…” Robin says.

“Kinda…” Steve drags on, both of them unable to come up with something that would satisfy you and Eddie.

“Brainstorming phase,” Max says confidently, nodding back to Robin and at Steve.

“Brainstorming,” Steve smiles and snaps his fingers.

“Great!” You chirp, swallowing the anxiety that was bubbling up in your throat, “My boyfriend’s a wanted man,” You say aloud for them to hear though you weren’t speaking directly to them, “In a town that already wants to bury him regardless of what he has or hasn’t done, and, and, and we’ve got to fight a wizard-or-something… I-don’t-even-know-and-he’s-real-and-so-is-a-world-under-Hawkins-and-you-all-think-we-can-win-”

“Hey,” Eddie’s hands grip your shoulders. Snapping your neck, you look up at him now three inches from your face. You didn’t even feel him move. “Take a deep breath, please,” He speaks gently. Breathing in and out of your nose within a second, Eddie grimaces, “You can do a bit better than that, princess,” He whispers, teasing you on purpose. Your hands shook where they laid on your thighs. Steve's voice sounds from your left.

“Is she freaking ou-”

“Stop,” Eddie digs, side eyeing him quickly before focusing his attention back on you, “Do it with me,” Watching his eyes, you follow him, taking in a painful gust of air into your nose, and slowly blowing it out of pursed lips. Eddie smiles, “Good girl, do it again, come on,” Taking four more breaths with him, you start to glance around at the others who were looking at you worried. You ended up on Max whose eyes were the size of dinner plates.

“Are you okay?” She says quietly. Wiggling your fingers on your legs, you tapped your toes on the bottom of the boat a couple times to which Eddie smiled again. You nod to Max.

“Yeah, sorry,” You sigh heavily, a bit of tightness still in your chest.

“Does that happen… often?” Robin asks curiously, speaking carefully, like she didn’t want to offend you.

“Used to,” You answer fast as your mind takes its time coming back into the room. Eddie takes his hands from your shoulders and puts them over your hands. “Guess I… do freak out,” You glance at Steve for a moment, “I just feel nervous all over sometimes, and, and sometimes… the nervousness, like, takes over.”

“A panic attack,” Robin says, the corners of her lips perking up. Eddie nods his head. Looking at Robin, you furrow your eyebrows and she shrugs.

“Happened to me a couple of times,” She says, “As a kid, before I took up band. My mom took me to a doctor, and they suggested I put my mind somewhere else, so… all these years I’ve been… playin’ away.” Turning your chin, you catch a glimpse of Eddie who looks as upset as you feel, like he was wearing your emotion for you. Not once did you think that this was something you should go to a doctor for, nor did your parents ever try to do anything about it. They dubbed you as dramatic, and overly sensitive. Eddie’s been the biggest help to get you through it.

“Oh, that’s… good,” You mumble. A silence surrounds the six of you, until Dustin's head perks up, looking toward the door.

“Do you guys hear… Shit,” He winces, jumping to his feet as the sound of police sirens comes into earshot. Whipping his body around, Eddie’s eyes shoot open wide.

“Tarp!” Robin shouts in a whisper, clabbering to her feet with Max, “Tarp, tarp!” She grips your arm tight and yanks you from the boat, catching you so you don’t fall on your feet.

“Wait, no!” You try to go against her, but her grip is deadly. Maybe the band geek could take on more than you thought.

“Let’s go, you need to stay with us,” She says from behind her teeth. Looking down at Eddie, he looks at you with uncertainty, and you hate that it feels like he’s taking one last look at you.

“Go,” He says, and pulls the blue tarp that was used to cover the boat over his head.

“Shit, shit,” Dustin is whispering from the window, pressed against it completely. With Steve and Max behind him, and you and Robin coming up next, you all watch as cop cars and an ambulance speed down the road, not even acknowledging the cabin by the lake. Dustin turns slowly to look up at Steve, who turns to look at Robin, who turns to look at Max.

“Don’t tell me you want to follow them,” You mutter, looking down at Robin's hand that was still wrapped around your arm. She looks at you and gives you a sideways smile.

“Welcome to the crew,” She sighs, torn between feeling bad that you’ve been drug into the mess that is Hawkins, and feeling ecstatic that you were going to be hanging around for longer than she thought you were.

Driving up the street at the speed limit, Steve makes a couple of turns until you can see the lights down one of the quietest roads in Hawkins, as if the town could get any spookier. You were in the backseat this time beside Robin and Max who each had a hand on one of your wrists.

“We have to go back, he shouldn’t be there alone,” You whispered to Robin, probably seven times, to which she started to respond with a shake of her head.

“Eddie’s a big boy,” She said the first time, “He’s gonna be okay.”

“And if someone finds him while we’re gone?” You question snarkily, raising an eyebrow.

“Then it’ll be good that you’re with us, instead of getting caught with him,” She made your face back at you, “You can’t help him if you're incarcerated.” And that shut you up until you reached a familiar scene you saw yesterday morning. Cops, dozens of them, and an ambulance.

Steve pulled up behind another car and parked on the shoulder of the road.

“Oh my god,” He mutters under his breath.

“What?” Max asks, sitting forward in her seat.

“Nancy,” Dustin and Steve say at the same exact time. Your heart could’ve stopped beating right on the spot. It didn’t, but it did plummet into the pit that currently was your stomach. Standing beside a cop car speaking to Chief Powell was Nancy Wheeler.

At once, all four doors to the car opened and everyone started to get out, standing just outside their doors to see what was going on. You watch as Nancy spots them, relief and safety washing over her in an instant. Her body relaxed as she gave Steve a tiny wave, one that he returned to her.

“What the hell is Nancy Wheeler doing here?” You ask aloud, to no one really, and scoot out of the car to stand out on the street next to Max. You didn’t want to, your gut was telling you to stay in the car where Wheeler couldn’t see you, but this was your crew now, as Robin said. Maybe having to fight evil wizards in a make believe world that was very much real was a good time to patch things up with her.

“What happened here?” Steve mumbles, eyes scanning the police cars curiously. Max shakes her head and glances at you. She seemed to be gravitating toward you naturally, you think without her even knowing.

“Do you know Nancy?” She asks. You nod, pressing your lips together. “Oh, okay, cool. Mike’s in Hellfire, right, I forgot they’re… yeah.” She stumbles at the end of her sentence, leaving it at a sigh, laughing at herself. Giving her a small smile, you nudge her shoulder with your fist.

“Nancy used to be my best friend,” You say matter of factly, and see her face twist in confusion, “Yeah, I know, doesn’t seem like we would be, but, we used to have sleepovers every Friday before we got to middle school.”

“What happened?” Max asks, “To you guys?” Glancing at her from the side of your eye, you smirk.

“She’s a good girl,” You lower your voice, but still hear Steve scoff who was very obviously listening in on your conversation about Nancy Wheeler.

“Not like you think,” He throws back to you before walking toward Nancy with Dustin and Robin following behind him. You watched him walk away, pondering over what he just said to you.

“Well, growing up she was,” You direct back to Max, “And, y’know, I met Eddie. Things changed when we grew up. I know like everybody else in this town she didn’t like him. And I know damn well she’s probably just like her parents now, prissy and perfect.” Max gives you a look you can’t decipher.

“Nancy can be kind of a badass,” She says to your surprise, “Maybe you should get to know her again, you guys would be like… a team of double badasses, or something.” She flashed you her cute smile before trailing after her friends, and Steve Harrington. One of the main reasons you and Nancy didn’t reconnect like people thought you would. Max seemed to, like Dustin, look up to the guy, so you left out that side of the story. Though it’s a big one.

Keeping your sneakers planted by the car, you had little to no desire to scamper up next to Nancy Wheeler like the others had. Looking down at yourself, you exhale heavily and groan, tilting your neck side to side to crack it. Rick's couch wasn’t great for sleep. You’re still dressed in what you wore yesterday, and now with Nancy Wheeler walking towards the car, you deeply, deeply, regretted not asking Robin for help with a change of clothes when they had left last night, and not to mention… you needed a shower. Maybe it wasn’t noticeable to others, but you felt dingy. Out of the presence of panic had you thinking about it.

The five of them came towards the BMW with their heads glued together, speaking quietly to one another with passion. Nancy’s eyes flickered up to yours a couple of times as they got closer, and once they reached the car the awkward air surrounded all of you, not just you and Wheeler.

“Uh… hi,” She says painfully, giving you an almost guilty smile. Hearing her voice sends your mind for a spin, the familiar lilt in her voice could’ve stabbed you directly in the stomach. She sounded like her basement, before her brother took it over when she grew up, and with one singular word she threw you headfirst into sleepovers down there with Barb where none of you would sleep, babbling on about people in school.

Suddenly, with that word, she takes you to drives to school in the back of her mothers car where you would laugh and gab about what you would do that weekend, or complain about your brothers and how annoying they were. Looking at her now you could see it all.

Chugging soda’s with popsicles in the summer, and laughing until your stomachs hurt, sitting on your patio wrapped up in towels with sunburnt noses after running through the sprinklers. Dancing to the music her dad would play in her living room, before he turned into a royal asshole, and making Mike dress up like a girl when he was only four years old, which you think he liked- and the night she invited you to Steve Harrington’s the summer before your freshman year at Hawkins High. She was about to be a sophomore, but the other kids there were much older than you. Steve was going to be a junior along with his other friends.

Eddie begged you not to go, he told you it was a bad idea and that nothing good was going to come out of it, but your fourteen year old mind was set on Nancy and maybe, hopefully, becoming friends again. Your mother dropped you off in front of Harrington’s with a weary eye, and now you realize that she and Eddie were both right for the first and last time in your life. Knowing Nancy Wheeler was going to be there, and Eddie was not, she let you go, and she trusted the wrong people.

“Hi,” You say back, hiding your grimace. Your stomach flipped uneasily, and the uncomfy, bad kind of electricity could be vaguely felt in your fingers.

“We need to go somewhere to talk,” Steve says to you, “All of us.”

Nancy nods her head, averting her eyes from you, and starts for her car that’s parked nearby. Robin comes around the other side of the BMW and holds your wrist like she was before.

“Come on,” She says gently, guiding you into the car, “We’ll be okay, keep breathing.”

“We’re coming here? Seriously?” Your voice is despicable, probably because Nancy Wheeler is in the car behind you pulling onto the road for Eddie and Max’s neighborhood.

“This is where she was last night,” Dustin says, ignoring your tone. You tighten your fists, Robin feeling your joints tense, but when you spot Eddie's trailer almost every nerve in your body goes limp.

Yellow police tape is wrapped around it, and it looks vacant. Uncle Wayne’s car wasn’t there. Typically there’d be neighbors walking around, and kids playing outside at every other trailer, but the place was a ghost town. Even the bench where Paul and DeeDee would sit and smoke was empty.

The car passes his trailer, but your eyes stay glued to it, turning your shoulder to look out the back window at it. The whole feeling is just extremely unsettling.

Once the car is parked, you forget about Nancy Wheeler and pull Robin away, walking toward Eddie’s place with your eyebrows nestled right above your eyes. Something, maybe curiosity, is pulsing in your veins. You were here the night before Chrissy died. Nothing was out of the ordinary, nothing was suspicious, nothing- or nobody, could’ve been here to do something like that.

“Hey!” Steve calls over to you. Stopping in your tracks, you didn’t realize how fast you’d been walking, you look back at him and the others staring at you. “Where are you going?” He asks, and you catch a glimpse of worry on Nancy’s face.

“I want…” You begin, and take a deep breath between your words, choosing them carefully, “Gotta pee.” You decide to say, not wanting them to follow you in. After a few seconds of the silent standoff, Steve waves his hand and walks toward a picnic table on the corner, the others following him to sit down, except Max who jogs over to you.

“You, uh, can go in my place,” She says, eyeing the trailer from over your shoulder, “My mom’s at work, so you, uh, won’t run into anybody.” Smiling at her, you appreciate her wanting to spare you the trauma of walking into Eddie’s and seeing something you didn't want to see, but the truth was, you did want to see. If there was something in there that was going to snap you out of the craziness that is Steve Harrington and his little group of make-believe-world believers, you had to see it. Maybe you were repressing it, but you didn’t want any of this ‘Hawkins Curse’ to be actually real. It was impossible, it had to be.

“I’ll be okay,” You say to Max gently, “Eddie’s is familiar… I think I need that right now.” You nod your head and she follows, walking backward for a second before spinning around to sit with her friends.

Stepping over the tape that was warning you to stop, you pull it away from the door when you get up the steps, and open the screen door slowly. With another deep breath, you grip the other handle that used to open on its own for you, and push it carefully with an eerie creek. You take a step inside and look around with wide eyes. It looks exactly the same.

Every odd mug was in place. The shelves around the room were untouched. It still smelled like cigarettes and a cologne that Wayne and Eddie both used to try to mask it with. Sure it wasn’t cleaned up like you or Nancy’s house would be, but Wayne wasn’t a stay-at-home mother like some women were around Hawkins. Hell, even though your mother had a job she still had time to overcompensate around the house.

Stepping through the trailer carefully, like each step could potentially set off a bomb, your eyes search for anything that would seem strange, but so far, everything was the way it should be. It was comfortable, but you can’t shake that it feels like something is watching you.

Down the hall you step into the bathroom, partially telling the group the truth of why you came inside. When you're finishing up, about to continue your patrol, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and laugh pathetically. Your hair is a wreck, desperately needing to be brushed, and there wasn’t a trace of makeup on you. The dark circles beneath your eyes were starting to show, and you were in dire need of a drink of water. You looked clammy, like you were actually getting sick.

Running the sinks cold water, you dip your hands beneath it and rub them over your face, hoping to bring your skin back to life, or potentially wash away the fear you could see living within your eyes. Wiping the droplets away with the sleeve of your jacket, you check yourself out again, but don’t feel any better. If anything the cold water made you look sicker.

Groaning, you reach your hands down for the water again, and end up looking down at a sink full of gut-wrenching, dark, slimy vines coming out of the tap and drain.

“What the HELL!” You shout, stumbling backwards against the wall. Slapping your hands over your eyes, you rub them a couple of times before looking down at the sink in a panic. The water was running and the ceramic was clean. “What the fuck, what the fuck,” You mumble, the speed of your breathing picking up. Shutting the sink off fast, bouncing back again like whatever you saw would give you another jumpscare, you leave the bathroom, and shut the door behind you.

“I’m tired, I’m so tired,” You say on a loop, tiptoeing toward Eddie’s room, “These people are in my head, this make-believe crap, I’m… just tired! I’m seeing things that aren’t really there, and Eddie wonders why I don’t wanna play D ‘nd fuckin’ D…” Tapping his bedroom door with one finger, you peer inside before walking in- just in case.

“This is a safe room,” You sigh, walking in, anxiously glancing around, “I like this room… a lot,” You giggle, turning to look at his guitar hanging on the wall, “I can play a song on that,” You tilt your head to the side, now looking down at his bed, “I have fun on that,” Turning around you gaze at the posters and photos on his wall, smiling at one of you two taken at the last party you ever went to, Halloween night, sophomore year. The invite said you were going to get totally ‘sheet-faced’, and failed to mention you would go with your best friend and leave with a boyfriend, sealing the deal for the first time in the very room you were standing in now.

Letting your anxious thoughts subside as you thought about that night, you start to search through Eddie’s drawers looking for something you could change into. You’ve had to have left something here at some point. Tossing aside numerous belts, ripped jeans and a pair of your underwear that you laughed at, you find what you’re looking for. A pair of acid washed straight legged jeans that you’ve been missing for weeks.

“Son of a bitch,” You shake your head, hurrying to slip into them, leaving your striped pajama pants everyone was loving, on his bed, “Always hoarding my shit,” You whisper to yourself with the smallest laugh as you hurry back towards the front door. Passing by the closed bathroom door, you pause, hearing a soft sound, one that could very easily pass off as nothing if you didn’t just visualize something out of a movie you saw when you were thirteen coming out of the plumbing. It was like a frog's croak, but more… sinister. Hearing it again, you seem to reach your hand for the knob without knowing why, but snap out of it when the abrupt banging of a fist pounds on the front door.

Snatching your hand back fast, you barrel for the door and hurry to get it open, finding Steve standing there.

“Why’d you lock it?” He’s frustrated, gesturing toward the lock. Shaking your head, you look down at it, then back to Harrington.

“I- I- I didn’t, I swear,” You answer quickly, then think back to the bathroom, wondering if you should bring up what you've seen and heard.

“We’ve gotta go,” He relaxes his face and nods to the cars, “The girls are going to the library, I’m going… I’m going with the kids. Who do you want to go with?” Looking out between the two cars, Nancy and Robin standing at one, Max and Dustin standing at the other, all four of them were watching you. You really want to go with the kids, Max and Dustin would be enough buffer between you and Harrington. The idea of going to a library with Nancy Wheeler didn’t appeal to you, that is until Robin raises her hand and motions for you to join them. She makes a cute face, pouting her bottom lip, and your hands go sweaty.

“Uh, I’ll go with the girls,” You say to his surprise. He sighs dramatically.

“Of course you will,” He steps aside so you can move down the stairs, taking tedious steps to the car you didn’t want to get into, “Always the babysitter.” He grumbles to himself.

“Have fun, Stevie,” Robin calls over to him, waving her hand. Nancy slips into the driver's seat, avoiding looking at you as you round the vehicle and get into the backseat, an exact replica of your parents car- just in a different color.

“This should be fun,” You sigh, the two of you making eye contact in the rearview mirror for half a second. Robin looks back at you, then at Nancy, and smiles.

“Let’s go find our Victor Creel,” She says.

“Our who?” You wince, leaning toward her.

“Victor Creel,” Robin says in a spooky tone, leaning over her seat a bit. Inches away from one another, you and Robin stare at each other, Nancy looking up into her mirror again at you. Your cheeks turn pink after looking at Robin’s green eyes for too long, so you hurry to sit back as Nancy pulls out of the trailer park. You catch a glimpse of Robin laughing as she turns to sit forward in her own seat, sparking up a conversation with Nancy. Her short brown hair turns one more time to catch you still looking at her, and much like at Family Video, she glances away suspiciously, shaking her head, leaving you to sit quietly and curiously in the backseat.

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sunsents · 3 years

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The Cardigan - F.W 18+

My first ever post and it's a goddamn smut one shot. This has been in my Wattpad drafts for way too long (wrote it three-four months ago), it's not the best, and I'm not proud of the writing but et eez what et eez. I really wan't to start publishing my work and gotta start somewhere. Also the smut is shitty, and the dirty talk is just goddamn vile. Also I'm a horny mf.

Summary ---> "Is that mine? You look better in it than me, that's for sure." An intimate night with Fred after you guys find the house all to yourselves. This is just pure filth, like scroll if you wan't plot. 🌚

Pairing: fred weasley/fem!reader

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: smut / overstim if u squint / cursing / thigh tiding / dirty talk / fred being a horny little shit / an attempt at innuendos / hand-job / cum play (?) / like one ass slap

Rating: 18+

DON'T REPOST MY WORK

The bathroom at the Weasley's were quite cramped, but you didn't care. Your shower was more than satisfactory, the wavering smell of Mrs. Weasley cooking downstairs mixing with the wonderful scent of Fred's shampoo. The hot water loosened all your fatigued muscles - those extra hours out on the field playing Quidditch was worth it - your muscles were taut, flexing wonderfully whenever you lifted your arm to rinse off the products in your hair.

When you opened the door of the bathroom, clouds of hot air escaping and surrounding the small corridor, you were surprised to hear no footsteps, loud chattering of your friends and the usual plates clinking in the kitchen. You figured going downstair naked wouldn't be a good idea, and entered Ginny's room.

The disheveled bedroom was empty, and you looked out the window to the vast garden and wheat fields that got darker with the hot summer night approaching. There was no sign of anyone and you were starting to get anxious. Maybe it was because of the unusual silence - the Weasley household always had some kind of chaos happening - nevertheless, you quickly slipped on some satin shorts and a soft, white knit sweater to keep the evening breezes at bay. After swiftly drying your hair with a towel - you were letting it air dry, Cosmopolitan said Cindy Crawford did it - you applied whatever product was routine for your body and left the room.

Your magical radio was playing a soft jazz from the den and immediate relief washed over you when you stepped downstairs. The creams and perfumes that stuck to your skin wafted around the air and filled the rooms with delicious essences, and your soft socks slipped and slid across the wooden floor to the kitchen as you pushed yourself with ease. You quickly caught yourself with a chair and laughed, being alone wasn't so bad, you figured you could find ways to entertain yourself.

Until, a low chuckle from the den caused you to yelp and almost fall on your ass, merlin forbid. You couldn't bear another injury after George two left feet Weasley accidentally kicked you on the shin while playing Quidditch.

Speaking of Weasley, Fred Weasley was sprawled out on the couch, wearing only his boxers and a long, loosely knitted cardigan sitting on his exposed skin. You felt your mouth water, his head was lazily thrown back, exposing his curved neck and Adam's apple, his freckles more noticeable than ever. He was staring at you, his lips tugging a smile and enjoying the show you put on. Humiliation, is what it was. You were sliding around floorings like Madame Maxine on ice.

Your blood suddenly felt on like liquid fire, and you opened the cupboards to get yourself a glass of water. "Aguamenti," you casted, and from the corner of your eye you saw Fred's gaze set on your exposed legs, trailing up to your ass that was slightly exposed from the length of your shorts. They rode up more when you stood on your toes to place the cup back on the shelf after chugging the liquid down and muttering a cleaning spell.

"Is that mine?" you cleared your throat, finishing up in the kitchen and walking over to one of the rocking chairs. You didn't know why Fred was sitting around practically naked - you didn't question because he was Fred Weasley and you were tired. You weren't complaining etiher.

"Yeah," Fred said breathlessly. "It's surprisingly comfortable."

"You look better than me in it, that's for sure." You chuckled darkly, eyeing his provocative muscles. The hickeys you had left from a few days ago were slightly healed, soft reds trailing his nape and they weren't helping the growing desire between your legs. "Where is everyone?" you asked.

Fred quickly noticed your poorly hidden lustful stares and moved the cardigan away with a sly smirk, revealing more of his abs and flexed thighs. "They went out to Diagon Ally, won't be back until ten." he said. You nodded then took a deep, shaky breath and picked up a magazine from the coffee table. You settled in your mind that maybe looking through the new season Versace bikinis would calm your lust.

Fred let out a long, erotic sigh, allowing a soft groan to escape his lips along the way. Your hand twitched, you were still oblivious to his intentions and crossed your legs for some friction. "Hey ____," Fred called out, and you hummed in response, not looking up from your magazine. You seemed to have read the same line five times now. "I think there's something in my eye, can you blow on it."

Your eyes went wide, Fred was vulgar. This was no surprise to you after dating him for almost two years, but saying something so shamelessly, no hesitation still made your heart stutter. Your imagination was running wild now, you pictured every single thing you wished to do to him at this moment, in those clothes. You quickly put your magazine down, more of slapped it on the table. "Sure, yeah." you said in a shaky voice, then stood up and walked over to him.

Fred's arms were wide on the couch, and one of them pulled your hand down when he was able to reach you. Your heart stopped for a moment, you felt herself land harshly on his thigh and the impact on your core caused a groan from the back of your throat to slip out.

Fred was rather enjoying himself, his head lazily leaning back on the pillow as he rubbed your thighs up and down, digging the pads of his fingers into your skin and causing an embarrassingly load of your juices to flow to your newly worn panties.

You readjusted yourself so the heat between your legs weren't in direct contact with his thigh. You scooted closer and had to bite back a moan when Fred jerked his leg up and applied pressure on your clit. You were trying your best not to show his effect on you, "Which eye." you hissed through gritted teeth, still pursuing his obvious lie.

Fred's shit eating grin only grew wider, and he took your hand and placed it right on his crotch. He was hard beneath his boxers, swelling bigger the second and you were fighting the urge to palm his cock. You shot him a warning look to which he playfully frowned, then gestured to his right eye. You leaned in closer, maybe he really did have something in his eye.

Fred's breathing was heavy, fanning over your lips as you tried to take a closer look. Your inspection was cut short when he gripped your waist, riding up your sweater to touch you directly. You gasped and straightened up at his rough hands kneading around your stomach. Chills were racing down your spine, you didn't want to give in just yet, just for teasing purposes, but Fred was making it unbelievable hard with his tousled hair and hooded eyes boring into yours.

Your panties felt soaked and you hoped he wouldn't notice, but when Fred gripped your shorts and pulled them down, his eyes fell on the wet fabric that was stuck to your entrance. You were painfully aware of how aroused you were, and your heated cheeks weren't helping with your embarrassment.

Fred licked his lips - his expression lust crazed - then he gripped one of your legs and guided it around his thighs, making you straddle him. He held both of your thighs and pulled you in closer, and when your knee touched his boner, it caused him to groan lowly and attempt to close the small gap between your two bodies.

You marveled at the idea of being any more closer to him, the aching on your lower abdomen making you grind yourself on his thigh, whimpering at the much needed friction. The scene looked erotic to you, Fred's finger had slithered down to your panties and moved them to the side to expose all of you, flushed and swollen. He gripped your waist again and started rocking your body on his thigh, "Ride my thigh baby, wan't you to get off on me," he said huskily, "Slow and good~"

You didn't know what else to do other than nod as much agreeable a nod could get. Fred started guiding your hips at a slow pace, not letting you fasten it once. He tutted when you tried for the second time, "Stop being impatient my love." he crooned, straightening himself up to finally meet your lips.

But you barely responded.

You were slack-jawed, your clit swollen painfully, your hips swiveling to get more contact. Pathetic really, is what it was. Fred said few words of filth and here you were, panting and rutting, thanking whoever up there to have the opportunity to ride Fred's obscenely attractive thigh. A thigh shouldn't be this attractive you thought, his skin warm and comfortable, generous muscles teasingly helping you get off. Emphasis on teasingly, he wouldn't let you have anything that easily. It was heaven and hell all at once.

Fred was sensually tracing the outline of your mouth with his tongue all the while, then dipped down and feathered kisses on your jaw that was just as slow as his pace. "Fuck, you're so filthy for this. Who knew this is all it took?" he groaned.

"You have such a responsive cunt babe, I can do whatever I want and you just lose it. Fuck-"

You were growing more frustrated the second and Fred was getting rather talkative, he ran his nose down your collarbones, sucking the supple skin into his mouth and leaving crimson marks. "Freddie please - just, mmmh!" you cried out a strangled moan, you had finally gotten what you wanted. You knew Fred could never resist the nickname, and in such a tone too.

He had started to rub your clit, his other arm wrapping around the small of your back protectively. He groaned against your neck, sending shockwaves of pleasure trailing from your marked neck all down to your feet. But Fred wasn't stupid, he had caught on rather soon and chuckled.

"Bad girl." he mocked, then gave you a light smack on your ass, causing you to yelp and jump. You landed harshly on Fred's thigh again and the moan you let out was almost painful. You clutched onto his hair as he gripped your waist and continued to rock you on his thigh.

You let him guide your movement, your juices easily allowing you to slide yourself back and forth on him, and whenever Fred would pull you forward he would apply pressure on your clit by gripping your waist tighter and pushing you down. He fastened his pace with every grind, and every huff of air you let out when your hips would come in contact. "Oh fucking hell - yes," Fred heaved, your knee must've been grazing against his cock just right because he was letting out soft groans and curse words every other second, his hefty length visible behind the fabric.

You couldn't resist, he had such an attractive dick even after seeing it so many times. You started rubbing him from the outside of his boxers, digging the pads of your fingertips into his shaft whenever you could. Fred's head rested between the slope of your breasts, and his hips bucked up at your touch, rutting desperately into your fisted hand, causing you to loudly moan out when his thigh pressed on your swollen bud.

He was barely jutting your hips at this point, barely able to focus on your pleasure from the amount he was getting. Cocky attitude gone as soon as you touched him, you made him melt under your palm. "I love you so fucking much - ohhh...holy shit, keep rubbing me like that." he moaned against your skin, the intense vibrations making you shudder.

You started to move by yourself, quickly and desperately, your juices glazing the skin and soaking up your panties that was making it harder for you both. But it felt too good to stop and remove it, the heat in your core was growing and you closed your eyes to focus on the man that was letting out hot breaths between the valley of your breasts. His hand started playing with your nipple, squeezing it between his forefinger and thumb as the other gripped your waist and rocked you faster.

Your movement was getting sloppy, legs trembling and jerking whenever pressure was applied to your clit. You were whining the name of your lover, your voice almost pornographic. "Cum my love - fuck yes, cum all over me. Make a mess of me." Fred's hand left your nipple and guided your hips faster, the other pulling down on your thighs as you threw your head back. Fred started circling your clit to speed up your fast approaching release, but it wasn't even needed.

With a final, high pitched squeal, your vision went black, stars dancing around your lids. Your body shuddered violently, and you came hard all over his thigh. "You look so beautiful I-" Fred barely managed to let out before you gripped down his boxers and let his erection swing out. You wrapped your hand around the head and watched in amusement as pre-cum leaked out when you squeezed.

"What? Gonna milk me dry baby?" Fred chuckled darkly, his free hand running through his tousled hair while the other gripped and kneaded the side of your waist.

"I was hoping to do more than that, but for now..." you licked a long stripe up the base of his neck to the back of his ear, and bit. All the while, your hand started working around his painfully hard cock. Fred was almost heaving now, unlike you who just recently came down from your mind blowing orgasm.

"I-...please, I wan't-" Fred gulped, and in the very rare moments he didn't know what to say. You started pumping his cock, the moment you squeezed him tighter he was coming.

"Fuck fuck fuck - ____!" Fred released all over your hand, his dick twitching beneath your fingers as he leaned his body on yours and let out strangled moans against your neck. You licked your fingers clean, then gently lifted Fred's chin. His eyes were slanted in a deep post-orgasmic daze, and you started to give him slow, wet kisses. "Look how good you taste." you whispered, swirling your tongue around his as he groaned into your mouth.

You were obsessed with how mesmerizing Fred looked. When he came, when he cried out whatever filthy thing came to mind, that blissful glow he had after orgasming. You wanted to repeat those moments over and over again, come with him yourself and touch yourself to his noises. And his taste, you could never get enough of it.

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jadequeen88 · 4 years

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Smart Girls Make Fast Learners

NSFW 18+ ONLY. MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

My contribution to the BNHarem’s monthly collab. The theme was SEx work. ⛓This piece is a first real deep dive into darker themes and was actually really, really exciting to write. 🖤 A massive thanks to my dear friend @libiraki for beta reading this.

TW: yandere behavior, toxic relationship, degradation, non-con, dub-con, degradation/praise kinks, mind break, oral (M and F receiving), over stim, loss of virginity, mentions of physical violence.

DISCLAIMER: I do not condone this type of relationship. This is a work of fiction and if this happens IRL please get out of the relationship!

There is a very specific type of dread that occurs when you discover that the person you built your world around has been lying to you. Tamaki Amajiki was experiencing this brand of betrayal for the first time in his twenty-one years on a rainy Tuesday in October in the dim lighting of your dorm room. His grip tightened around the open laptop as he stared at glimpses of flesh in the thumbnails of the many, many videos posted to the site. Previous live streams with thousands of views. He gulped down the bile in his throat as he scrolled through the videos. His shock and disgust morphed into a pure rage as he counted up the live streams that you’d had since first kissing him. 12. There had been twelve. Three times a week for the past four weeks.

Those big doe eyes that looked into his eyes as you tentatively licked the tip of his cock for the first time… mere hours later they were rolling in the back of your head as you got off for strangers on the internet. He couldn’t take it. You were his first… everything… he knew that you hadn’t been innocent in your past. The way your tongue expertly wound around his when you first kissed him amongst your plush pillows and goose-down comforter reminded him of the fact. The low violet LED lighting of your bedroom made him feel like the two of you were in your own ethereal world. He could forgive you for not waiting for him as he’d waited for you.

For the past four years, he kept to the shadows. He was there when the football player from freshman year cheated on you with one of your terrible friends (and when it happened the second, third, fourth time). He was there to binge your favorite shows with you (“*insert current guy you were fucking* just doesn’t get it, he’s not into it. I’m so glad I’ve got you to watch it with!”) He bit back the heartache that would wash over him when you’d pet him and coo over him… you didn’t see him as a man. He wanted to bend you over and prove he could fuck your brains out. He KNOWS he’d be perfect for you. But he never rejected the attention. He smiled and accepted whatever crumbs fell from your table. Whether it be helping you study or letting you complain about your shitty friends or your shitty jock boyfriends or your shitty parents… He gave and gave and gave… until that one day, 35 days ago to be exact, a shift in the tide occurred.

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“So why don’t you have a girlfriend, Tama-kun?”

“Wh-wha?”

Tamaki dropped the pencil he’d been using and before he could bend to get it himself, your hand was on his thigh and he was putty in your grasp. You giggled and cooed over him like you always did, but this time you did it while assaulting his mouth and neck with your skilled tongue. This time, for the first time, you made Tamaki feel like a man. Like YOUR man.

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Over the next few weeks, Tamaki had become quite skilled in pleasing a woman. It only took a little guidance to have him sucking at your clit with just the right amount of pressure. He learned on his own how to couple that with his long, delicate fingers twisting and pumping in and out of your slick hole. You’d cling to his silky hair, pulling him closer as a constant stream of praise tumbled from your lips:

“No one has ever made me feel this good.”

“Your fingers are perfect Tama-kun”.

“I love your mouth on me so much, baby.”

The first time you came on his face, Tamaki knew there was a god because he’d found heaven between your thighs.

But that was gone now… ripped away with one mouse click on the night he was going to finally give you his virginity. He had held on to it like it was a treasure. A treasure he’d present to you one day wrapped up in life-long devotion and worship... But Tamaki wasn’t in heaven anymore. He wasn’t going to worship you tonight. For the first time since laying eyes on you, Tamaki wanted to hurt you.

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You turned the shower off and dried yourself. Wiping the condensation from the mirror, you couldn’t help but smile at your reflection. You felt like this was going to be the first time giving your body to someone. Tonight was a redo. You were wiping the slate clean. Your first time would no longer be underneath the football captain in the passenger seat of his truck, left feeling sore and unsatisfied. It was going to be with the guy you should have noticed long ago. It would be soft and slow… passionate and filled with sweet words and caresses… limbs tangled in soft sheets that smell like lavender and vanilla.

You applied your lotion and moisturized your face. The red lace adorning your body was arranged perfectly, accentuating the soft swell of your hips and chest. With one last glance in the mirror and adjustment of your bra, you opened the door to the cool air of your dorm room…

...And saw Tamaki looking murderous.

His eyes slowly left the screen to meet your gaze. His tear-stained face had never looked this harsh. His normally sweet eyes were narrowed and red from crying. The sweet lips you’d licked and sucked with such tenderness were hard and cold as they pulled upward in a grimace.

The only thing he said before rising from the bed and setting aside your laptop was your camgirl username. Then he was on you before you could draw a breath to explain.

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Tamaki always thought he liked you best on top of him showering him with kisses and threading your fingers through his hair, but he had to admit… having your arms tied to a bed frame with the silky sash of your bathrobe cutting into your skin was doing things to him. When you sniffled, face stained with tears and snot, his dick twitched in his boxers. The whines you were choking back behind the silky red panties stuffed down your throat sent chills up his spine. You had to learn the hard way not to spit them out after a harsh slap echoed against your skin when you fought back the first time.

Tamaki stood back to survey the mess of skin, spit, and tears for a moment. You were a blank canvas for him to mark up with his rage and lust. You tried to hide away your bare pussy by clenching your thighs together. It only spurred him on.

“Do you have any clue what you’ve done?” he hovered over you, sleek muscles rippling over your own soft body, “I waited, and waited, and WAITED,” he bit down on the side of your exposed neck and you screamed behind the silky gag, trying your best not to expel it from your mouth and receive more punishment.

“I want to give you everything, Y/N,” he licks over the bite, almost apologetically, “I don’t want to hurt you. I didn’t want it to happen like this… FUCK, why?! Why did you ruin this?” his long fingers dug into your cheeks as he forced you to meet his fiery gaze. You couldn’t help whimpering and sniffling back more clear runny snot. You were so humiliated at how disheveled and disgusting you must look. His head ducked into the soft spot between your neck and shoulder and you felt him sob.

Despite the abuse he’d inflicted upon you in the last ten minutes, you nuzzled your cheek into the top of his head in an attempt to comfort him. And he let you… he hated himself for it and he hated you for making this all so hard for him.

“No… no, no, no,” he rose from the bed to set up your ring-light and laptop, ice running through your veins at the sight. Your mind couldn’t accept what was about to happen.

“I’m... I’m not letting you get away with this,” he shook his head and pulled at his hair as he finished setting everything up, “If you’re insisting on being a slut, you’ll be MY slut. And everyone will know…” he jerked your ankle to force you flat on your back.

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Maybe if he’d let the gag out of your mouth, you’d be able to tell him this was just a job to you. That it was clinical… that he was the only one who had ever been able to get you off, that his face was the only one you’d come on… that you needed the money since your parents had disowned you…

But you only laid there, accepting whatever he was going to dish out. You knew he was hurt. You weren’t stupid. You overlooked him while knowing how he felt about you. It took years of horrible one-night stands and countless frat parties pretending that whatever guy you’d picked that night was interesting for you to come to your senses. You hated yourself for being so blind for so long… You adored Tamaki, truly. And you hated yourself for all the times you’d hurt him… so you swallowed your fear and tried to prepare yourself for whatever came next.

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Any soft parts of Tamaki that you’d grown to love were gone, hardened by heartache and desperation. After angling the laptop to get the perfect shot, he started the live stream countdown. Subscribers started trickling in, commenting on how this was a pleasant surprise since it wasn’t one of your regularly scheduled streams. You shut your eyes to pretend this wasn’t real.

Without fanfare or warning, Tamaki ripped apart your thighs, exposing your bare slit. A raw shrill was pulled from your lungs, your back arching from the sting of an abrupt slap. Neurons fired off in your brain… were you in pain? Was it pleasure?

“Since my girlfriend likes to keep secrets from me, I can’t trust what comes out of her whore mouth,” he emphasized his point by stuffing his fingers past your lips, pushing the soaked silk further into your throat, “So she’s going to keep this gag right here until I can fuck the truth out of her,” he trailed his fingers along your reddened folds. Were you getting wet? Horror and shame blossomed in your chest. The fact that you were growing aroused wasn’t lost on Tamaki. His foreign, sadistic grin was back… aimed directly into your soul.

“So that’s what you like, huh?” His nails bit into your thighs leaving tiny crescents behind, “I’ve been too nice? Too soft?” He pushed your thighs impossibly wide, the stretch causing you to moan. He hovered over your core, onyx orbs blown wide with a mix of hate and lust. Tamaki looked like the devil himself and you wondered just how fucked up you were for wanting his punishment.

He opened his mouth and lolled out his tongue, never severing the desperate gaze you both shared, his intertwined with hunger, yours with fear. You’d never noticed how long and thick his tongue was and couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel caressing every ridge and crevice of your inner walls. He flattened the warm, wet muscle and pressed it along your slit. As he slowly slid it closer and closer to your burning clit, you whimpered and bucked your hips chasing the pleasure you knew he was capable of giving… but this was not your sweet boy and he wasn’t doing any of this for your pleasure.

He slung his arm over your lower stomach and growled into your drenched lips. You were pinned down, helpless against his torturous tongue. Fresh tears pricked at your eyes as you remembered how he’d let you pet him and buck into his face, how sweetly he’d ease you into a gentle release. Not this time… it was all teeth and sharp sucks, his tongue forcing you open violently. You were being shoved over a cliff and despite the horror and violence of what was happening to you. You were approaching an orgasmic state at record speed. Tamaki caught on and doubled down. The arm that wasn’t pinning you into the mattress pulled your leg down straight, your knee in a death grip. The new angle made the sensations even more intense. His face pressed harder into your core and you noticed that at some point, he’d started weeping, small sobs vibrating against your skin. The overwhelming mix of emotions and the vigor in which he was eating you shoved you over the edge.

He kept going along at the same speed with the same determination through your orgasm until it became painful. You pushed past it as best you could, allowing him to sob into your over-sensitive skin until he had his fill. As the pain started intermingling with pleasure, your legs shook and the gag couldn’t hold your screams back any longer. You released against his tongue once more, both of you sobbing. He laid against your thigh for what felt like an eternity before he lifted himself to lay on top of you, his hip bones digging into your soft thighs. You could feel the bulge through the thin material of his boxer briefs. Your hips rose to meet it, a pleading gesture filled with the desire to comfort and please him. Your eagerness encourages his mercy, there’s a meek cry that leaves your lips when the damp silk slips from between your teeth.

“Please baby… I’m so, so sorry I didn’t tell you…” your voice was as weak as a kitten’s cry and Tamaki couldn’t deny it made his heart (his dick) clench.

“Say it…” his lips were close enough to kiss, but you resisted… fearful of what he’d do if you did.

“Say what, Tama?” your eyes were wide with concern and confusion. You were desperate to please him.

He turned your face to the camera that you’d forgotten was there and the gravity of the situation crashed around you again. New tears leaked from your stinging eyes as Tamaki whispered into your ear.

“Say that you’re a lying whore…”

“I..I’m a lying whore…”

The last syllable broke as your abused throat grew accustomed to speaking again. He rewarded you with a soft kiss to your cheek and your eyes closed at the tender gesture. The familiar pain in your chest welled to the surface causing even more tears to escape.

“And tell everyone that you’re my own personal slut”

You repeated the phrase to the audience behind the screen and he hummed with approval, trailing one finger along your wet cheek.

“Good girl…” the praise sent shivers through your wrecked body.

“And tell them from now on, your boyfriend will be the only one making you come… that they only get to see you be HIS slut.”

You noticed the chat going absolutely haywire at your announcement. Before Tamaki shut your laptop, you realized you’d made three times as much as you’d ever made before and a twisted sense of accomplishment filled your cloudy mind.

“Please,” your voice came out in a croak, “Please untie me. I wanna make it up to you,” his clothed bulge was burning into your core and you could tell he was close to breaking.

“Please let me make you feel good. I’m so, so sorry,” the clench of your thighs around his waist made him whimper.

He reluctantly pulled away to sit on the foot of the bed. The way he curled in on himself hugging his knees made him appear so small, so fragile… a complete change from the man who’d just manhandled you into restraints.

“You’re a liar…” you almost didn’t hear the whisper, his face buried into his knees.

“Please!” you were losing feeling in your hands and all you wanted was to be free to comfort him.

His eyes met yours and it was your Tamaki again... Your sweet boy… the snarling, green beast that threatened to devour you was sleeping now after it reached its fill of violence. He crawled over your body and released your restraint. Before you even regained feeling in your hands, you wrapped your arms around him. You littered his collarbone with sweet kisses and apologetic sobs. He began to melt into your affectionate gestures and you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him impossibly close. Wet lips met and your tongues fought against each other for dominance. Hips began to roll against each other, increasing pressure until you both gasped.

The violence was gone, but this was still not a gentle coupling like you’d been planning. Tamaki pulled away and freed his straining cock from his boxers. The skin-to-skin contact made your eyes roll back into your skull. You felt his long fingers grasp your throat, squeezing to remind you just how powerful they were. You shuddered in response, arching upward into his touch, chasing that high his dominance was giving you.

With one swift motion, Tamaki speared you onto his cock. With the minimal prep he’d given you, the stretch was agonizing. This was by far the largest cock you’d ever taken and it stole your breath from your aching lungs. You moaned earning a visceral reaction from the boy on top of you.

Tamaki stayed as still as he could. He refused to come so soon… not when he’d waited so long for this. He tightened his grip on your throat and tentatively rocked his hips into yours. It didn’t take long for it to progress into the most frantic love-making you’d ever experienced.

There was no other way to describe it, he was hate fucking you… biting and sucking your chest until blood bloomed under your skin… hammering into your sore, sticky cunt with total abandon… he was using you like a toy, taking out all his frustrations on your body.

It was ecstasy.

When his hips stuttered as he met his release, the spasms of his tip against your gummy walls sent you into a painful orgasm. You were spent and it seemed like he was too. Your fingers twitched over the crown of his head, wanting to run your fingers through his hair but too scared to initiate any contact with him. As if he could read your mind, he grabbed your hand and placed it on his head. You sighed and began carding through the tangles, gently undoing them. You felt a stream of tears running down your chest as you worked your fingers through his strands. Lifting his face gently, you met his teary gaze with your own.

“Don’t…” he drew in a shuddering breath, “ever lie to me like that again…” the monster behind his eyes stirred quietly, a malicious glint in his eye, before shifting back into your gentle boyfriend.

“Never, I swear to you, baby…” he lets you lift his chin gently to meet your lips. His eyes close and he sighs into your kiss. His muscles relax and when his eyes open again, his warm, adoring expression falls over your face. The hand that wanted to choke the life out of your eyes minutes ago now caresses your jaw tenderly,

“I trust you…” his lips turn up into a grin that’s just a little too wide, “Because you’re a smart girl, aren’t you?” his top lip brushed against your still trembling bottom lip…

“Y-yes…”

You were fucked. This whole situation was fucked up and you weren’t blind to the fact. But as Tamaki nuzzled into your neck placing soft kisses and whispering praises into your skin, you let yourself bask in the gentleness of the moment…

Because you were a smart girl and smart girls learn their lessons quickly...

#bnha #bnha smut #yandere tamaki #tamaki amajiki x reader #tamaki x y/n #tamaki amajiki #tw:dubcon #tw: noncon #tw: injury #tw: toxic relationship #tw: dark themes

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ecliptsukki · 3 years

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his delinquent phase ❧ kaoru sakurayashiki // cherry blossom

navigation | music

➣ genre: fluff

➣ warnings: adam’s existence

➣ request: can i request a one shot where you’re cherrys s/o and like childhood best friends with joe and cherry and adam and you’re gushing over cherrys old bad boy look with piercings and everuthing and cherry one day goes to S with his piercings and hair the same way as before just to see you fawn over him skjfks

➣ a/n: this took me three times to type up because the first two times i did it, tumblr thought it would be funny to delete it. i’m not sure if i love how this came out, but it’s still better than my original plan. hopefully this was correct to what the anon requested. enjoy!

ps: i’m also going to be going on a trip for four days tomorrow, so i’m not sure if i’ll be able to post. i’ll definitely try to start working on my other requests!

You had known Joe, Cherry, and Adam ever since the four of you were in high school. Out of the three, you had met Joe, first, not soon before you met Cherry.

You were walking down the eventful streets of Okinawa, admiring the sights and getting accustomed with the area. You had moved to the city not too long ago and already were growing attached to the place. In your defense, the city was your perfect and desired location to live in.

A gentle breeze blew through your hair, rustling the leaves of the green trees. You sighed at the feeling of the cool breeze tickling your warm skin. Not long after that breeze had gone, another, harsher breeze blew past you. You flinched at the abnormally sharp wind, snapping your head to the side, in its direction. You were met with honey red eyes and short, green locks, swaying.

The male slips past you, stopping abruptly.

“Sorry about that,” he smiled, embarrassed, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You were in awe, seeing what the boy was standing on, and on alert because you had always been taught to be cautious around strangers, especially when you were walking alone.

“Um, no. I’m alright, just shocked,” you shrugged, replying quietly.

Another harsh, but gentler than before, wind blows past you, revealing a pink-haired male. He had three piercings on his ear and one on his lip. Half of the boy’s face was hidden by his long bangs, allowing your focus to lock on his golden eye.

“Watch where you’re going,” he snaps at his green-haired friend. “Sorry about him,” he apologizes, giving you a polite smile.

All the sirens were going off in your head.

He has so many piercings! Is he a delinquent? Are both of them delinquents? If they are, I can’t fight them off on my own. What do I do?

“I’m Kaoru,” the bubblegum-haired male suddenly said, “This is Kojiro.”

Kojiro nodded at you, an embarrassed blush still grazing his cheeks.

“Hey, aren’t you the new kid?” Kaoru asked, finding your puzzlingly familiar.

“Oh, that’s why I felt like I’ve met you before,” Kojiro spoke up, nodding his head when he realized who you were.

Awkwardly, you shyly respond, “Sorry, I can’t seem to remember seeing you guys at school. Are you in my class?”

Until dusk, the three of you talked, getting to know the each of you better. You were also able to befriend the boys you were so afraid of, becoming your first two friends in the city.

You met Adam in the dark of night, beside Cherry and Joe.

They had brought you along, one night, wanting to skate with you. You already knew the basics of skating, nothing more, nothing less. Therefore, as your closest, and only, friends, they wanted to get further acquainted with you in something they loved.

“Who’s the sweet cheeks?” His hoodie-covered eyes left an eerie pressure on you, causing goosebumps to emerge from your skin.

“This is our close friend, Y/N L/N,” Cherry spoke up.

“She goes to school with us, and we wanted to bring her skating. Mind her tagging along?” Joe asks his hooded friend.

“Not at all, just as long as she can keep up,” he spoke in a cocky tone.

The pretentious attitude the unnamed face had was irking you in the wrong way. He seemed too mysterious for your liking. A third of the boy’s face was hidden in the shadow of his hoodie, leaving you only able to see the blue tips of his hair and his structured nose.

He must’ve noticed your timid stare because he looks at you, under his hood, “Call me Adam.”

Cherry and Joe look at you expectingly.

“Just call me sweet cheeks, for now,” you reply, distantly, not ready to let your guard down just yet.

You hear your two friends sigh, chuckling to each other.

“Don’t worry, she’ll warm up to you, soon,” Cherry told Adam, “We know firsthand how she is with meeting new people.”

You blush, remembering your first encounter with the pair.

Thinking back, you still regret letting your walls down and accepting Adam as a friend. Not a day goes by that Adam doesn’t linger in your mind, as much as you’d hate to admit.

You despise that man with a passion. From your first interaction, you should’ve known that there was something off about the blue-haired male, but pondering on these frustrations now wouldn’t change anything. As much as you’d like to curse the man for hurting your friends’ and your feelings, you knew you had to move on.

You sat on the soft mattress of your shared bed, scrolling through old pictures stored on your phone. You saw pictures taken by Kaoru when you guys went on dates. Majority of the photos were candid, seeing as he always had told you that you were the “most photogenic woman” he had ever met.

You remember the day he had told you that. You also remember your laughed reply.

“Then you’ve got the whole world to explore, my love.”

Although, honestly, you thought Kaoru was quite the photogenic one himself. His gorgeous, sorted, pink hair matched with his golden eyes and perfect face never looked bad, not even at the crack of dawn or in the late of night.

Speaking of which, you scrolled upon a photograph of Kaoru sitting all pretty with his piercings on display. Those piercings brought back many memories, humorous and lustful.

Ironically, the thing that brought you fear before now brings you yearning.

Honestly, once you had befriended Kaoru and came to trust him, the piercings no longer frightened you but instead, fascinated you. Those metal hoops further increased your attraction to the ponytailed man, leading you to the relationship you were in now.

Obviously, Kojiro played a big role in setting the two of you up together because both of you were completely oblivious to the other’s feelings. It got to the point that Adam almost had to step in and wack some sense into the both of you.

Anyways, ever since Kaoru had started working in the calligraphy business, he removed his piercings to maintain a professional image. You detested the idea, but you also knew that it was the best for his business.

Now that you were looking back at photos of Kaoru as a teenager, you began to crave seeing him in those metal rings once more. You missed the “bad boy” look your boyfriend used to have, not that you didn’t appreciate how he looked now. It’s just that there’s a different vibe to his current and past aesthetics.

As you stalked through more pictures of teenage Kaoru, you were unaware of the very man you were thinking about watching you. He noticed the longing and craving in your gaze. Then, he caught a glimpse of what was being projected on your screen: it was him but in his teenage years.

Suddenly, everything clicked for Kaoru, and he had the perfect plan in mind.

Something was off. Usually your boyfriend would insist on bringing you to “S” himself but not today. If anything, he was urging you to go with Kojiro.

“He’s been your friend for the same amount of time as I. You should take this time to your advantage and catch up,” was Kaoru’s excuse.

First of all, catch up on what? It’s not like you haven’t talked to Kojiro in months. Actually, you talked to him a day ago, at “S.” Secondly, what’s up with the sudden lenience and weak excuses?

Joe, who was also in on the plan, tried to help his friend out, making a feeble attempt to lure you with free food.

“I can get free food from you whenever I want,” you replied, squinting suspiciously at your friend.

“Not with that attitude, you can’t.” That pulled a raised brow from you and a regret-filled face from the muscular man.

Though you weren’t fully convinced that nothing was off, you still left with Joe, caving into their terrible attempts of covering up whatever they were hiding from you.

You had arrived at “S” with Joe for about ten minutes now, but there was still no sightings of your beloved, Cherry. Joe caught glimpse of your searching eyes and reassured you that he would be coming, be it later than usual.

Reki, Langa, and Miya had made their way over to you, sparking up a conversation with you, making you forget about the missing presence of a specific male.

Miya was explaining the new training regiment and diet he was to use in order to advance his strength, leading you to worry for the small teenager. If he didn’t eat enough, it could become fatal to him. You didn’t understand why a child was being treated so harshly by his managers, forcing him to eat barely anything and train long hours of the day.

You were concernedly asking Miya if he was feeling alright and offered him an energy bar you carried around in case of emergencies, which he gratefully accepted, when you heard the cheers of fangirls behind you. Knowing they weren’t meant for Joe, you turned around to meet the golden eyes you’d fallen in love with.

This time, there was something different. His face wasn’t hidden by his mask. You could see the pale skin of his cheeks and the pink of his lips. Besides the absence of the black cloth, you noticed metallic rings decorating your boyfriend’s lip and ears. Also, his hair wasn’t whipping behind him, as per usual, but laid low, drifting in the wind.

For a hot moment, you had thought you had finally lost it, but when you blinked your eyes, looking at Miya then back to Cherry, you realized you were still sane and your boyfriend still looked like he aged back into his high school days.

“Is that Cherry?” Miya asked from beside you.

You nodded, speechless.

You heard someone let out a loud laugh beside you, “Since when did he have piercings?”

Ignoring the redhead’s outburst, you were mesmerized by the Cherry you had been obsessing over a couple days ago. It felt like one extravagant dream that you didn’t want to wake up from. In your defense, as he stepped of his skateboard, coming to embrace you, he looked straight out of a fantasy. His skin was practically glowing, and his hair gently floated perfectly onto his shoulders.

“Hello, darling,” he spoke in a sultry voice, placing a soft kiss to your forehead as he held you in his muscular arms.

“K-Kao—” you quickly realize your soon-to-be mistake and fix it, “Cherry.”

His eyes shrink as he laughs, endearingly, admiring the flustered and confused look you were portraying.

“Is this why you and Joe were being so weird earlier today?” You asked, cheek pressed against his slim, toned chest.

“Indeed, my love. What do you think? Definitely brings back some memories of the old days,” he lifts your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“I love it. It’s perfect. You’re perfect,” you smile brightly, eyes lustrous. Pushing yourself up on your toes, you whisper into his ear, “You also look really hot.” You quickly pull away, turning a vibrant red.

“I think you broke her,” Joe told his friend, placing a heavy hand on the pink-nette’s shoulder.

After the supposed one occurrence surprise, you began to avidly ask him to wear his piercings, loving how attractive and domineering he looked in them. If he denied, you would ask him to, at least, tie his hair in the relaxed half up half down hairdo. He didn’t mind the different hairstyle as much as he did the piercings so it became a normal look for him. The only times he would willingly put on his piercings were when he was going to “S” or when the two of you were safe in the comfort of your own home, for research purposes.

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mintelepathy · 3 years

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"How did my underwear end up here?"

idol!jimin x reader/oc

established relationship

word count: +1.0k

genre: fluff

warnings: none

summary: oc just bought a bunch of lipsticks and can't help but try them on jimin's lips

mlist

You were scrolling through social media as you waited for jimin to be done with his shower. He went to your apartment earlier that day to spend some time with you, but time passed by so fast that you asked him to stay the night there, and of course, there was no way he was going to lose the opportunity to be with you for as long as you both could.

"Do you still have some of my clothes here babe?" he asked as he made his way out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist, his face completely bare and his black hair wet. He was unbelievable pretty, the prettiest human being you've ever met to be more precise.

"Yeah, there should be something in my closet, I was doing the laundry the other day and I found some of your stuff there" you left your phone on the bed as you got up to help him find his clothes.

"How did my underwear end up here?" he asked when you handed him his clothes and you couldn't help but giggle at his question.

"Do I really have to answer that?" you side eyed him trying to hide the smile forming on your lips.

You kept looking into your closet to find something you recently bought as he went back to the bathroom to get change. He didn't take too long because when you made your way to sit on the bed he was already done.

"What's that?" he asked when he saw a box in your hands.

"Lipsticks and lip glosses"

"Are you going to do your makeup right now?" he jumped into the bed and grabbed one of the lipsticks to take a closer look at it.

"Actually, can I put these on your lips?"

"I've got some nice lips uh?" he said jokingly but also knowing the fact that your lips really had an effect on you.

"Can I?" you asked him again as you rolled your eyes.

"Sure, my lips are all yours" he leaned over and when his face was close enough to yours he pressed a gentle kiss on your lips.

He laid on his back and you crossed your legs to get more comfortable.

Even though he had just showered, you firstly wanted to do some skin care for him for at least a few minutes.

You grabbed a face mask from the same box from earlier and you put it on his face after you tied up his hair. You needed to wait twenty minutes and while waiting you decided to give him a gentle massage on his neck and shoulders.

You knew how much he practiced everyday and how sore his muscles ended up being after dancing for hours, so it was actually really usual of you to give him a massage everytime you had the chance.

Also you couldn't love more the fact that he always lets you take care of him just like he always takes care of you.

Twenty minutes later you removed the mask off his face and threw it to your side. You traced circular patterns across his face to help it absorb the rest of the product and there you were done.

"I almost fell asleep, that was so relaxing" he said as he opened his eyes. "Thank you"

"You don't need to thank me" you said as you ran your fingers through his locks and then you grabbed a few lip glosses and lipsticks to put them on his lips. "Chim, choose one" you handed him five lipsticks first.

"This one" he chose one with a subtle red tone.

You applied it carefully on his lips to make sure you did not mess up, and once you finished you gave him a little mirror so he could see how the color looked on him.

"It looks so good on you" you said staring at his lips and only his lips.

"Okay, I may actually use this from now on, I like it"

"Now choose one of these" You said as you handed him some lip glosses.

He chose one that was almost transparent and you excitedly applied it on top of the previous colour.

"Wow" you couldn't believe how good and kissable his lips looked. If his natural lips already had an effect on you, imagine seeing them so glossy and plumped just like they were now.

"Babe, close your mouth" he said smiling as he slightly touched your chin with his index finger.

You tried four more different colors but before finishing you wanted to mess up with him a little bit, so you grabbed a really deep and dark red lipstick and put him on his lips but this time you didn't really want to be careful, and it only took him a few seconds to notice it before he sat straight on the bed.

"You will regret this" he didn't even give you time to escape because he was already grabbing you by the waist and tossing you around on the bed.

He was now covering your face and neck with kisses so fast that you couldn't stop laughing. At that point there was no doubt your face was totally painted in red, he didn't miss a single spot.

"I look ridiculous, don't I?" he didn't have to answer because his face already said it all. "Since I'm already a full tomato, I wouldn't mind a few more kisses you know?"

He smiled and leaned towards you again but this time he kisses weren't fast and ticklish like the ones from a moment ago but instead these were full of softness.

"Wait here, I'll go grab something to clean that face of yours" He said before getting up and you waited for him just like he told you.

It was at that moment when you realized that if someone asked you what makes you happy, you wouldn't doubt to say that those kind of moments you spend with him were the ones that made you feel the happiest.

He is the person who makes you happy, and nothing could change that.

♡

A like or reblog is always appreciated🤍

Hey I'm back, school has been being hell lately and things weren't easy with my mind full focused on the boys comeback, but I'll try to post more things during this month👀

Btw, stream butter

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monsterenergysimp · 4 years

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Permanence

corpse husband x fem!reader

summary: you meet corpse on a stream and you’re surprised when he reaches out to you

warnings: cursing, mentions of tattooing

word count: 1.9k

notes: This is proof read but could have missed some stuff. This is my first corpse fic and my first time writing fanfic since I posted that super cringey book on wattpad when I was like 12 or something. I’d appreciate feed back so please reach out to me :)

main blog @itsmysleepover

read part 2 here!

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You were cleaning up your station so you can get home and stream. You loved your day job as a tattoo artist but you also really enjoyed streaming. It started as a way to promote yourself as an artist and the shop you worked at but it eventually became a really fun way to destress at the end of the week (or day if you were really itching to stream). “Hey Y/N was that your last client?” your boss, KC, asked as she walked to the front of the shop and put new flash drawings on the walls.

“Yes ma’am!” You said back excitedly. You finished cleaning your station and tossed your black gloves in the trash. “And you can’t trick me into staying and taking walk-ins,” you joked with her. She rolled her eyes and walked back into her office “It was one time,” she said as you slid on your jacket. As you walked out your phone buzzed in your pocket and you checked to see who had texted you. It was a message from Sean asking if you were free to play Among Us with him and some other streamers. You replied that you were on your way home right now and totally down. You were excited to see who was playing this time around since their Among Us streams are super entertaining and have gotten really popular.

On your way back you tweeted and posted to your Instagram story that you’d be streaming soon and set up all your stuff once you made it home. After a few minutes, you had a couple of thousand people watching. You entered the discord chat and Sean spoke up. “Everyone this is Y/N she’s sensitive so be gentle.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you guys and I’m not gentle, I'm ruthless,” You say into your mic and notice the chat calling you a liar. Everyone was in the lobby waiting for the game to start. “You sound way too sweet to be ruthless,” Corpse said. The countdown started and you were imposter with Charlie.

“This should be fun,” you told the stream. Yout tried playing strategically but after such a long shift your brain was mush. You saw Poki in nav and killed her then vented into shields. Not long after the body was reported and you were sure you were going to get voted out or at least sussed.

“Where was the body?” Felix asked. “Nav and I didn’t see anyone near there so whoever is imposter must have vented,” Corpse responded. Felix spoke up again. “I think I saw Y/N walk that way and I haven’t seen her since.”

Shit, shit, shit shit. “I’m in shield right now so-” you said trying to defend yourself but Charlie spoke up. “I was doing tasks with her earlier and I saw her walk into shields so she’s safe but I’m still not sure about Rae.” Everyone discussed a bit more and some people, including Corpse, voted for you but Rae got the majority vote and was ejected. You released your breath and kept playing being extra careful.

“Okay, guys that was super close. Corpse knows and is out to get me,” you said to the chat. You were eventually voted off but one round later victory was written across your screen with your ghost and Charlie’s avatar. “Good game guys,” Corpse said.

“I told you guys I was ruthless!”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You sat at your station doing nothing because a client had canceled a four-hour session. You were listening to music and sketching some stuff but you were bored out of your mind and you didn’t want to leave in case you got a walk-in. The music got quiet as you received a twitter notification saying someone had messaged you. You reached for your phone and saw you had gotten a dm from Corpse.

C: hey :)

You didn’t know what to respond. You were mostly confused as to why he decided to message you out of the blue. Did he want something? But what would he want?

Y: Hii! This is sudden

C: was i bothering you?

shit sorry!

Y: Youre fine I wasn’t doing anything rn

C: how has your day been

i dont usually do stuff like this

Y: Im glad you did im doing better now I was so bored

C: what were you doing that was so terrible

Y: NOTHING! thats the problem :(

C: im sure youll find something to do

You stared at his message. Unsure what to respond.

Y: Im gonna give myself a tattoo

C: what?

NO!

You tossed the needles you used for your tattoo into the sharps box. “Oh my god you didn’t,” KC said. She noticed the wrap on your calve from the tattoo you just gave yourself out of boredom. “It’s not my fault I didn’t have anything else to do!” You said trying to defend yourself. She sighed and just shook her head. “Just go home business is slow today.” It was raining so the shop probably wasn’t going to get a walk-in anyway and you didn’t have any more clients for the day. It was only 2 pm but you drove home and after making lunch for yourself decided to stream. You weren’t expecting too many people so it was bound to be super chill. Your leg felt sore reminding you of the tattoo. You snapped a quick pic of the fresh jack-o-lantern on the side of your calve and messaged it to Corpse.

Y: [image] it came out nice!

C: thats super cool actually

i was concerned why you would just give yourself a tattoo but i found your instagram and youre super talented

Y: Thank you!

For some reason, it felt strange to just have that be the end of your response.

Y: Im about to start streaming if you wanted to watch

[link]

C: ill be watching ;)

What’s that supposed to mean?

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You sat in your apartment watching tv, hand lost in a bag of Doritos, and scrolling through twitter. You had stopped paying attention to the anime playing on the screen since you’ve watched it a hundred times and knew you wouldn’t miss anything. It was Saturday and you usually take those days off. Take the time to do chores or meet up with some friends but today you felt like not doing any of those things. As you continue your endless scroll (not helping the twitter addiction you told yourself you’d try to get a handle on) you got a message from Corpse.

C: wanna talk?

You looked down at the message unsure of how to answer. It was a simple yes or no and the obvious answer was yes. You and Corpse had started talking more regularly. You still didn’t have each other’s phone numbers but it was fine. Your conversations weren’t too big-- just you sending him memes, tiktoks, and telling him how much you liked the songs he would drop. Or him complimenting a tattoo you did. Sometimes he’d message you during streams telling you funny stuff his fans would say in the chat and you’d do the same. You learned a bit about each other but nothing too deep or serious. Like how you two lived a few cities away and you both really liked Donnie Darko. When Sean first invited you to that game out of everyone else there you were most excited to meet Corpse. He’s just so sweet and funny. Of course, you’d love to talk to him but you were also itching to talk to him and the last thing you’d ever want to do was make him uncomfortable.

Y: Yeah id love to talk

Here goes nothing.

Y: Wanna facetime or something?

No pressure or anything it could even be a regular call

I think facetime is just my default lol

You sent those last two messages quickly after you had sent the first. You wished you could know what he was thinking. It was killing you to think you had turned him off from talking to you completely. You put your phone down on the couch and went to wash your hand of Dorito dust. When you got back from the kitchen you turned off the tv and tossed yourself onto the couch.

Still no message.

Why am I so fucking stupid?

Just as you were standing up to stretch from sitting on the couch all day your phone buzzed. You reached for it fast and looked to see that it was him. You became super excited still not even knowing what the message said. It could have told you to never talk to him again for all you knew.

C: sure lets facetime

xxx-xxx-xxxx

You had his phone number. You added him to your small but growing contact list and called. You sat on your couch waiting for a response when he finally picked up the screen was black. It didn’t upset you; you kind of expected it and didn’t care what he had to do to make himself more comfortable during this call.

“Hey,” he said. His voice was raspier than usual.

“Did you just wake up?” You asked and looked at the time. It was about a little past noon and you had only eaten Doritos all day. Shit, you should probably make a decent meal.

“Not that long ago but yeah,” he responded and giggled. That giggle.

“Well, I’ve eaten nothing but Doritos all day while rewatching Ouran High School Host Club, so you’re welcome to join me as I make myself something to eat.”

“Sounds like fun; what are we eating?”

“I don’t know yet,” You said as you stood up and made your way to the kitchen. You opened the pantry and looked. You noticed a can of diced tomatoes and reached for it then checked the expiration date. It was still good. On your counter were some onions and garlic. “How about some tomato soup?”

“Sounds delicious.” you smiled at Corpse and your phone screen not knowing if he was also looking at his screen or not. “You’re really pretty-- you know that?”

“Thanks, but you don’t have to--”

“I’ve already told you what an incredible artist you are so many times I bet you’re tired of hearing it, but you already know what a talented artist you are.”

“That is very kind of you Corpse,” you said to him bashfully as you chopped the onion and opened the can of tomatoes. “But once again you don’t have to reach so far to compliment me.”

“I’m not reaching you are talented and beautiful and--”

“I thought I was pretty.” You could hear him chuckle with a smile on his face. “You’re both,” he said. You could feel your face getting warm from blushing.

“Fuck you you’re making me blush. My face is all hot and stuff.”

He laughed at how flustered you got. “That’s the cutest thing ever.”

You didn’t know how to respond so you just put some olive oil in a pot and tossed in your onions. It became silent but it was a comfortable silence. You turned the stove on and watched the flame for a few seconds. “If it was dark we could pretend we were together and having a bonfire or something,” you said to the phone as you turned the camera to show him the flame (still not 100 percent sure if he was looking at you or not).

“I’ll put it on the list of things to do when you visit me someday.”

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hxt1b · 4 years

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Why Can’t We? - Extended

Masterlist

Jaehyun x Reader

WC: 4.2k

Genre: Angst (YouTuber Reader x Idol Jaehyun)

Warning: Smut and Swearing

Original Post: Why Can’t We?

A/N: Hey thank you so much for the love on the original little blurb I wrote. I decided to write an extended version of it for you guys. I hope you like it! If you haven’t read the original I’ve linked it. This is sort of a part two but you could read this without reading the blurb as well hence why I don’t think it fits to call it a part two. Again the grammar may be iffy, I tried my best but things probably still slipped through, regardless I hope you guys like this. Let me know your thoughts. And if anyone wants to send me any requests you can go do that here. I appreciate them and will get to them as soon as I can!

You were slumped over your desk, staring at the work you had in front of you. Your business partner/ best friend was expecting this to be done by the end of the night. The video needed to be out by eight pm. It was already seven, you couldn’t focus though and you knew that if you called her and just explained to her that you fucked up. That you did the one thing you shouldn’t have. That you slept with Jaehyun. She’d help you. But you couldn’t process the fact yourself, you couldn’t process the emotions that were still running through you. You couldn’t believe that you ran. Yet you knew there was no other option. You knew how you felt about him, and Jaehyun never made any move to hide his feelings. Not from you.

But it wouldn’t work and you knew that, you were so wrapped up in your YouTube channel and all the other opportunities that were coming your way, and he was… well he was Jung Jaehyun. You couldn’t see yourself by his side. Not with how much you’d have to hide it, not with all his fans. They’d find out, your whole life was on the internet, his was too. It wouldn’t work, it would only lead to more heartbreak. Heartbreak at a greater scale one that you could not take.

You held yourself back as much as you could but last night you couldn’t. Not with the way he looked at you, his eyes showing every emotion he had inside him, not with the way his mouth felt against yours, the way his hands moved against your skin. You could still feel his breath on your skin.

A shiver ran down your spine and you were brought back to the computer in front of you. A video of you and your best friend staring back at you. You’d only edited the first four minutes, there was two hours' worth of footage waiting for you.

Sighing you grabbed your phone, biting your lip you kept yourself from looking at the missed calls you had from him and messages he had sent you. You ignored the burning in you to open them, to reply, to call him back. Instead, you called your friend.

Her happy voice coming through after the first ring.

“Hey, dude what’s up?”

“So listen, I uh I’m gonna need another hour to edit that video it’ll be a little late is that okay?” You said, your voice slightly shaking.

“Yeah yeah, that's fine.” Her voice fell to a concerned tone, “Is everything okay?”

“Sorry, yeah I just haven’t been having the best day ya know.” You ran your finger along the side of your desk as you spoke to her. Your mind wandering back to Jaehyun.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” She asked.

“No there’s nothing to talk about just one of those slow and tiring days.” You lied. She hummed on the other side of the line dropping the topic.

“Take your time with the video’s its fine if it goes up late we can put it up tomorrow too. Just send out a tweet.” You nodded even though she couldn’t see you.

“Okay, I’ll do that. Thank you.”

Hanging up you opened your Twitter app. Quickly typing out the tweet. You scrolled through your feed as your tweet blew up, you weren’t huge on YouTube but you had a decent amount of subscribers that your posting schedule mattered.

Minutes ticked by as you liked and replied to some tweets that came your way. But scrolling came to be a mistake. A thread about Jaehyun appeared on your feed and you couldn’t help but open it, your heart aching as the thread appreciated Jaehyun dimples. You loved his dimples as much as anyone else. The difference was that you had a front seat to him. You’d poked your finger into those dimples so many times over the span of time that you and Jaehyun had known each other.

Quickly closing the app you came face to face again with all the notifications regarding him. Blinking as your eyes stung you bit your lip again. There was only one option in your head again, you couldn’t handle the ache that your heart felt right now imagine if it was on a grander scale. You had to stop this now.

Opening his contact information on your phone you blocked his number, and on Instagram and every other platform he could contact you. Your vision blurred and your headached as you put your phone back down on your desk.

You couldn’t edit the video today anyway. Getting up from your desk chair you made your way to your bed and buried yourself under your blankets as a few tears slipped down your cheek.

Two weeks passed and Jaehyun was a mess, his head was somewhere else constantly, he couldn’t focus on his work. He couldn’t think straight. He just moved from day to day as he became more and more numb. He’d called you, texted you but you hadn’t returned anything. Short of going to your apartment, he’d done everything he could, and that was something he wasn’t going to do. Not after you blocked him.

He dropped his head into the palms of his hands, the bitter pain of the action hitting him again. You’d actually blocked him. The tears gathered in the corners of his eyes again but he blinked them away. But it all hurt, everything hurt. His head hurt from the anger he felt towards you, yet his heart ached for you. The fight in him tired him out daily. The other boys were noticing, Johnny had tried to talk to him about it but Jaehyun didn’t know what to say.

She fucked me and left, oh and while she left she ripped my heart out and stomped on it because there is no way she doesn’t know that I love her.

Jaehyun knew you were cautious, he could sense your fear. But when you slept together that day he’d hoped you’d forget it, that you’d understand that it could work. That with you he’d make it work. He’d hoped that you’d see it. But clearly, you hadn’t.

You hadn’t even given it a chance.

You saw him everywhere all of sudden. You blocked him but you still saw him everywhere. It had been a month since you’d last seen him and noting was easier. You’d lied to yourself then and you would lie to yourself now. Because this was for the best.

You sighed again as another clip of Jaehyun popped up in your Instagram feed. They’d just had another comeback and it was shaping into your biggest nightmare very fast. Scrolling again you came across a clip from a recent interview. He was smiling and laughing with Jungwoo. His dimples showing up as he threw his head back and laughed at something Jungwoo had said to him. Another sigh slipped out your lips as you scrolled again.

“Oh, my fuck. I swear Y/N if you fucking sigh again I’ll knock you out into next week.” Your best friend was staring at you from where she stood setting up the camera for today's shoot.

“What is even wrong with you. For the past month, you’ve been sad and angry and you constantly don’t want to talk about it and I respected that but today I’ve had enough.” Her hands had moved to her hips as she glared down at you.

Looking away from her you ran your tongue over your drying lips.

“Talk to me Y/N.” She demanded and before you knew it everything spilled out. From the day you met Jaehyun nine months ago, to all the flirting. You told her about all the dates you’d gone on, you even told her how you insisted on calling them friend dates. Watched movies in his room, kicking Jungwoo out so that it would be just the two of you. Making cakes in his kitchen and doing the most cliche things while making them. You told her all of it, how you slept with him and blocked him because you were scared. Obviously, she knew of Jaehyun she’d even met him on many occasions but she didn’t know the details, because for some reason your brain had told you that if your best friend knew them. That if you spoke of the events that the feelings would become real, that it would all become real.

“You're scared?” She questioned her face contorting into an expression bordering on disgust. “Scared. You?” She was sitting beside you a scowl embedded into her face.

“Dude, we don’t scare. We meet shit head-on. Our channel is thriving because we didn’t give in to the fear that we would fail. We got where we are with that practice. We don’t fear shit. Especially not the complicated shit because we always make it work we always try.”

She didn’t even blink as she spoke, you knew she was right, but it was easier said than done wasn’t it? But she was right you didn’t fear failure with your work and it paid off and you loved it.

“But it’s so much more complicated now. I don’t think I can fix this.”

“You have to try. Because I can’t stand this behaviour anymore. Fix it, babe, at least try and if it doesn’t work I’ll be here and we’ll move past it.” You nodded as she spoke. Glad that she was your best friend.

“So I should go talk to him? Apologize? Tell him what was going on in my head?”

“Yeah, dude just talk to him.” She looked at you expectantly as she got up and went back to fixing the camera angle.

“Okay can you set up the mic’s now, you can talk to him after we film. Now help me.”

Three hours later you were dragging your feet towards his dorm. You’d planned out what to say and how to say it, after you filmed, in your mirror. Your best friend giving you the thumbs up when you left.

Looking up as you neared the dorm, the air left your lungs. There he was walking towards you, smiling down at a beautiful girl. He looked happy. You watched them as they walked slowly talking about god knows what, your hands fisted at your side as she laughed at something he said. Your insides turned and you felt like you were gonna puke. But you had no right. You were the one who left, you uncurled your hand as your eyes began to sting.

What did you think was going to happen? That you’d leave him and he’d sit around waiting for you. That when you walked into his dorm today he’d take you back with open arms like you hadn’t left his bed and then blocked him on everything. You shook your head blinking back the tears.

You bit your lip and looked away from them. There was no way back into his life and it was clear and it was your fault., but you had to look at him again. Just one last time. Just to see that smile, those dimples one last time in person even if you weren’t the one he was smiling at.

Turning your head back to him your entire body froze. He was already looking at you. Stopped a few feet back from the entrance of the dorm. The girl digging around her bag for something. Your heart thumped in your chest, your blood flowing fast, the rush of it the only sound in your ears.

Your eyes stung again, you couldn’t cry. Not here. Turning away from him you walked away quickly. You needed to get away fast, he shouldn’t have seen you. You felt selfish that you’d stood there that long, that you’d tried to steal that last glance. You should have walked away sooner. The tears slipped down your cheeks, leaving cold wet trails in their wake.

A hand grabbed your wrist, whipping you around. You didn’t look at him, you couldn’t. His hand tightened around your wrist.

“So you’re gonna run away again?” You didn’t say anything back. What would you even say because the truth was yes. Yes, you were. He scoffed and dropped your hand, taking a step away from you.

“You're with a girl, you’re happy I don’t want to intrude.” You still weren’t looking at him, keeping your eyes trained on the ground to your left.

“Look at me.” He said his voice even. You refused.

“Look at me!” His tone was harsher, slowly you turned your head to him your eyes taking in his face, from far he had looked like the perfect Jaehyun you always saw, but up close you could see the slight darkness under his eyes, the paleness of his skin, the sadness in his eyes as yours finally locked onto them. “Do I look happy to you? That girl is my cousin.” You stayed silent not knowing what to say.

He let out a humourless laugh, “You don’t have anything to say. Why am I shocked?” He ran his hand through his hair and took a step towards you.

“Fine then let me talk. Let me tell you about how you fucked me up, how for the past month I’ve been trying to figure out what I did wrong to have you block me, to have you kick me out of your life so easily. What did I do that was so wrong.” His voice broke on the last word as tears began to trail down his face. You were frozen in your spot, your hands shaking at your side.

Everything that you’d wanted to say, everything you’d thought to say out your head. You watched as he broke down in front of you, your heartbreaking with each tear that ran down his cheek. Slowly you raised your hand taking a step closer to him, you hesitated only for a second before pulling him to you.

“Nothing. You did nothing wrong. I'm the one that fucked up. I'm the one that ran away, and I’m the one that is so sorry. I'm so sorry for everything Jaehyun.” His arms wrapped around your body pulling you into him, his hands fisting at the back fabric of your coat.

“I was scared, scared about everything. Scared that it would all only hurt us more in the end. I was trying to make it easier.” This time your voice cracked as you began to cry. His arms tightened around you.

“I'm so sorry, I’m so stupid. I ran away and I’m so sorry.” It was hard for you to talk through your tears. You tried to calm down by taking in breaths of air. You needed to stop crying. “Please forgive me.”

You looked up at him, his eyes were red from his tears that had stopped. His eyes softened as they took in your face. He didn’t say anything to you just moved his face to yours, softly pressing his lips against yours.

“Let me make it up to you.” You said pulling away from his lips.

You pulled him into your apartment, taking your coat off and throwing it onto your couch. Prompting him to do the same. You grabbed his hand once his coat was off and pulled him into your bedroom. Your mouth returning to his as soon as you closed the door. The kiss was slow and soft, both of you taking each other in. Pulling away from him you looked at his face, his brown eyes dark you were sure you reflected the same desire back to him that you saw. Pressing your lips back to his you let your hands trail down his chest as his stayed planted on your waist. Weaving your hand under his shirt you raked your cold fingers ups his abs earning a shiver from him. You smiled pulling away from him and pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it aside.

Your breath hitched as you took in the sight of his bare torso, pressing yourself back to him you pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his jaw, softly sinking your teeth into the same spot before sucking the skin into your mouth. Jaehyun moaned, his hands moving up the back of your t-shirt pulling you against him. You could feel his member hard and pressed against you in-between the both of you.

Licking the spot to soothe the sting you pressed a kiss to the slowly darkening mark, before moving further down. You kissed down his chest, softly pressing your lips against his hot skin. You marvelled in the way his breathing became shallow as you moved onto your knees. Hooking your fingers into the buttons of his jeans you undid them pulled them down along with his boxers. You pushed him back towards your bed letting him step out the articles of clothing and sit down as you slowly wrapped your hand around his throbbing cock. He was already so hard. You looked up at him as you slowly moved your hand down before licking the tip, wiping away the moisture that had gathered there.

He groaned at your action, his eyes locked with yours as you made your way down his dick kissing down the underside towards his balls before sticking your tongue out and licking back up to his tip. His cock twitched in your hand as you wrapped your lips around his head. One of his hands twisted into the back of your hair softly grabbing your locks.

Jaehyun’s head fell back as you moved him further into your mouth, you went slow letting yourself feel each vein with your tongue as you fit him into your mouth. Soft moans spilled from him, flowing towards you as you begin to move him in and out of your mouth, using your hand to massage the rest of him that you couldn’t fit into your mouth.

A soft growl fell from his lips as he pulled you off him.

“You can finish that some other time.” He said, yanking you up into his lap you straddled him, as he kissed you roughly his tongue entering your mouth and quickly meeting yours. You moaned into him as his hands moved under your shirt one hand unclasping your bra.

“Fuck.” he cursed pulling away from you before pulling your shirt off and throwing it across the room. He tangled his hand in the hair at the back of your head again pulling you towards him to press his mouth to yours as you let your bra fall off and tossed it onto the ground. The thumb of his other hand drawing circles at your hip.

He stood up taking you with him, not breaking the kiss as he did. You groaned as his dick pressed against your clothed core, causing heat to rush through you. He tossed you onto the bed before quickly following you.

“I’m so fucked.” He said before pressing his lips into your neck, sucking the skin as you had done before on him. You moaned letting your hand fly to the back of his head as he moved down towards your chest, leaving open-mouthed kissed until he got your breast.

He lifted his head from you and stared at you, his eyes almost black with lust. Your breathing was laboured as he smirked at you before returning his mouth to your nipple. He harshly sucked it into his mouth pulling it up between his teeth. You let out a breathy moan, his name flowing out of your mouth, as your chest arched off the bed following his mouth. He laughed before letting your nipple pop out of his mouth and pushed up you back into the mattress before kissing over to your other breast copying his action before moving his kisses down your stomach.

You writhed under him as his mouth got closer to where you wanted him. Hooking his fingers into your legging he pulled them down leaving you in only your panties. He looked up at you before looking back down at your covered core. Your cheeks reddened as he smiled.

“Your so wet baby, you soaked through your panties.” His voice was thick with lust, his face showing on full display his desire for you.

“For you,” you panted back, as he pressed a finger to you over your panties.

“For me.” He whispered to himself before pulling your underwear down. He hovered his face over your clit, you could feel his breath teasing you. Bucking your hips towards him wanting him to do something already. You snaked your hand down to his hair.

“Please.” You whined pushing yourself up towards him again. He chuckled, taking your hand from his hair. He held it at your stomach pushing you down back to the bed before he ran his tongue up your slit. Your eyes closed shut as your loud moans filled the room. He repeated the action before taking your clit into his mouth sucking on the swollen nub.

“Jaehyun.” You whined moving your other hand to his hair only for him to grab it and hold it down next to your other one. You whined trying to move your hips but being unable to as he held you down. You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed him now.

“Baby please, you can finish that some other time.” You said stealing his words from earlier. “I need you.” He pulled back from you, his mouth covered in you. He let go of your hands letting you loop them around his neck as you pulled him back up to you. Immediately pressing your lips against his in a heated kiss, you tasted yourself on his tongue.

A deep moan fell from your lips as he slipped his cock between your folds slowly moving so that the tip was hitting your clit. His hand wrapped around your head weaving into the hair at the top as the other one knotted into the sheets next to your head.

He pressed his forehead against yours closing his eyes as he continued to repeat his action savouring the breathy moans that fell from your open mouth.

“Please.” You whined when you had as much as you could take, “I need you. Please.” You begged.

His breathing mirrored your own, harsh shared breaths as he lined himself up at your entrance, slowly pushing himself in. Your eyes fell shut at the stretch, you clenched around him as he took his time sliding into you taking in the feeling of your tight walls around him.

“Fuck,” He muttered against your mouth followed by a soft moan as he bottomed out. You both breathed heavily as he stayed still, agonizing seconds passed before he pulled back again before spanning his hips back to you. Your head twisted to the side as he picked up his pace. He bit into the soft skin of your jaw as he moved in and out of you.

The sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room along with your moans, overwhelming your mind as he fucked you into a daze. You drowned in your head with every snap of his hips, you could feel him hitting your g-spot with each thrust pushing you closer you climax.

Sweat dotted his forehead as his thrusts sped up, throwing you off the edge into the depths. Your back arched off the bed, your chest pressing against his as he took your lips up with his swiping his tongue against yours mirroring the action of his hips as he thrust into you harsher chasing after his release. You moaned his name but it sounded far off to your ears as you shook underneath him. Your walls clenching around his cock, finally his dick twitched and he came spilling himself into you. A loud moan leaving him followed by heavy breathing as he looked down at you. He let his head fall into the crook of your neck as you both came down from your highs.

“I’m so fucked,” He whispered to you. “Don’t run away from me again Y/N. I won’t be able to take it again.” He said and pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“I’m not going anywhere Jaehyun.” You said stroking his back with your hand.

“Good because, Y/N, I really like you.” You turned your head to him, his eyes meeting yours as you did. You could see the emotion in his eyes, you could see the truth behind his words, the real words he’d wanted to say.

“I really like you too, Jaehyun.” You said, also keeping the grander emotion with you. For now. You had plenty of time to say it to him. To hear it from him, because you weren’t going anywhere, but the three words rattled around your brain, your heart your entire being as you looked at him before pressing your lips against his.

I love you.

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slasherrabbitmadness · 3 years

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Bo Sinclair x Female Reader

THIS is a NONCON fic. Please don't read and then get shocked at what you read. You are reading this at your own risk! You cannot get shocked at the content here if you are sensitive to NONCON and read anyways. I am not responsible if you choose to still read this and it's upsetting. Also, there is Forced Breeding included! Read at your own risk.

When I get an AO3, I will be posting this there.

Underthecut - NSFW, NON-CON, Cheating -forced- Oral -Female receiving- Forced Breeding/Forced pregnancy, Degradation. Tagged as Dark Fic

Sinclair Brothers College AU Part 2 Part 1 is here!

Bo will never forget that morning. Never forgot your angelic face buried into his brother's chest, Vincent's face buried into the top of your head, nose nuzzled into your hair.

His voice had hurt for the three days after all the screaming he had done, his knuckles bruised for weeks after he and Vincent drew blows.

He could still hear your screaming, this shrill piercing scream for him to stop. To stop hurting him, to stop hurting Vincent.

Not one scream for him, his well-being.

Bo left the room with a bruised lip and ego.

The image of you comforting Vincent, rubbing his knuckles, kissing his cheek burned in his head. He replayed it over and over.

Bo couldn't get over how everyone seemed to approve of the whole ordeal.

That friend of yours had come running up to you, congratulating you on finally getting with Vincent. Even her tall British boyfriend paid a compliment.

His own friends even poked fun, how stupid he was not to see Vincent slowly making his moves. Vincent and you at the Dairy Queen, you at his art show, how both of you spent hours at the library.

How'd he miss all that?

Bo walked into his dorm, slamming the door behind him as he whipped off his hat, he frowned as he flopped onto the bed. back against the wall as he took in the room.

The large varnished bricks painted a light blue, years of new coats of paint chipping off in the corners. The yellow fluorescent light struggling to light up the room, no doubt the same light from when the dorm was built.

Bo took in his brother's side. Neat, save for a few books littered around, a few on his desk, three on the floor, two on the bed, and Y/n's cellphone.

Bo shot up, eagerly rushing over to Vincent's bed, hands immediately on your phone. He held it in his hands, smirking at the pink phone case with a bear's face on the back. He swiped his thumb over the screen, he grits his teeth at the image of you and Vincent on your home screen. Vincent held his arm around you as he kissed your cheek.

"Putz," he mumbled to himself, Bo's thumb lingered over your lock screen. He pressed in the four numbers, "Shit. She must have changed it." Bo looked up, going over what your new passcode could be. The old one was the date you and him started dating. Bo made sure it was that, and that way he had access to your phone whenever you were careless enough to leave it about.

Bo smiled as he knew what the passcode was. If his brother was anything like him, he'd be just as possessive, "Ding!" Bo tapped his foot in excitement as your phone opened up, he went right to your gallery, brows turned down in disgust.

Picture after picture of you and Vincent. Some tame, others, Bo whistled at the picture of you sucking off Vincent. He hated it, seeing your pretty little face lavish his brother's cock, but for Bo, it was easy just to picture his own in its place.

Another photo, you with your legs spread, hand over your mouth, embarrassed as your pussy was covered in Vincent's seed.

Bo groaned, "Little fuckin' whore." He pressed his feet into the ground, steadying himself. He was taken back to when he'd do the same to you, make you beg for his cum to coat your needy pussy. He licked his lips as he could hear your little whines and begs.

"Cum on my pussy, Bo." Fuck and you sounded so perfect.

"Cum on my pussy, Vinny." He cursed as your voice played over in his head. Hating how easily he could hear your sweet voice be so dirty for his brother.

Bo kept scrolling, his stomach churned, cock-stiffening as he scanned more and more pictures.

Videos, ranging from thirty seconds to two minutes in length. He pressed one, the image of you riding his brother played immediately.

"Oh, Vinny, your cocks making me feel so full." Bo groaned, he turned up the volume to hear the vulgar slaps of your ass against his brother's pelvis. "Oh, Fuck Vinny." Bo watched as you fell onto Vincent's chest as he lifted you, fucking up into you at a fast pace.

Bo watched till the end, his ears burning as your moans and whimpers wafted through the shitty phone speaker. He palmed his erection as he watched Vincent cum deep in you, his brother's disgusting grunts and growls had him snarling.

Bo's eyes remained on the screen. They widened as Vincent pulled out, carelessly spreading your legs open to the camera, both your face and Vincent are not visible, but your pussy was bared. He watches as his brother's seed leaked out of you, hearing Vincent mumbling at what a good little princess you are, how you were made to used, made to be a good little cum dump.

Bo shook, knuckles going white as he held the phone. Your whimpering approval of Vincent's words, how Vincent scooped his cum back up into you...

Bo snapped out of his anger as a text popped up,

-Hey, meet you at the library, I'll only be able to study briefly, I have a surprise shift at the hospital.-

Bo tapped it, immediately taken to your messages with Dan.

Everything between you and Dan was mundane. Study dates that often included Herbert and just random memes.

He exited out, looking over all the people you've been texting. Your texts with him deleted, he huffed as he continued. That girl dating the tall British guy. That weird Billy kid, Freddy, your mom, your boss, and Vincent.

He sat down on his bed as he went through the texts. Some of the texts were mundane, how are you, I'm good. I love you and can't wait to see you.

Bo froze, laughing to himself, leaning back onto the bed as he read the recent texts,

-Remember those awful cramps I've been having? My doctor said it was birth control. I'll be going off it for a few weeks and will be getting that Implanon thing.-

Bo checked the date, "Two weeks ago." he said to himself as he kept reading.

-So bad news, I won't get that Implanon thing for another month.-

-That's okay. We can keep it safe for now. One day though you'll be off that stuff ;)-

Bo shook his head, of course, his brother would be on that train of thought. Getting you pregnant. Watching your belly grow with babe.

Bo seethed, hand running down his front, cock pulsing at the image of you, begging for his cum, asking him to impregnate you. Your belly swelling with the Sinclair seed, his large hand rubbing over you, kissing your cheek, amazed at the changes in your body.

Your tits swelling, begging for Bo to ease the ache in them. Cock stiffening as he suckles on your tender tits.

Bo's attention was snapped back to reality as the door's handle justled. He quickly exited out of the texts, turned off the screen, and threw the phone on the bed, burying his face into his pillow, grunting as his cock angled into the bed painfully.

Vincent stepped in, sneering at his brother. "She forgot something, I won't be long." He mumbled, hand going for your phone.

"Y'her lap dog or some? She can't come get it herself?"

"I don't trust you alone with her." Vincent gave your phone a once over before grabbing a few books, "I'll be gone tonight, I work late, so you can invite that 'cute' girl from the bar." Vincent coughed as he finished his sentence.

"Yeah, yeah..." Bo eyed his brother, pulling his pillow closer into his face.

"You didn't touch this, did you?" Vincent waved the phone around, giving it a once over.

"Why would I touch her shit?"

Vincent shrugged his shoulders, "Bye," He opened the door, "Oh, and Lester is inviting us to a barbeque, he expects you to be there."

Bo flinched as his brother slammed the door. He sat up, freeing his cock, the images of you and Vincent still in his mind, the image of himself pushing Vincent away to replace Vincent's seed with his own...

"The library..." he said to himself, the image of you at the library, pushed over onto one of the corner desks, hidden away from everyone, his cock buried deep inside, pleading with him to cum inside.

Bo gripped the base of his cock, squeezing to let more of his precum drip out, watching as it fell along the side.

"That'd look a lot better in the place it belongs."

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You and Vincent stood in front of the campus library, he ran his hands up and down your sides, pinching your ass when he dipped low.

"Vinny!" He playfully pinched his arm, kissing his cheek as you giggled.

"Can't help it, you're so cute." He kissed you again, tongue wrapping around yours, he pushed you closer into himself, your moan being suppressed by the kiss.

You reluctantly pulled away, "I gotta meet Dan. I need his help with my paper. Thanks for getting my phone."

Vincent nodded at you, kissing your cheek again, "I know, I don't want you near him, either."

You nod into his chest, inhaling his scent, linseed oil, and his farmer's market shampoo. You hum as he begins to sway you back and forth.

"I gotta go, see you tomorrow," He pulls away, hand rubbing over your cheek, his eye taking in your sad ones. "Be safe getting home."

"I will!" You shared a kiss goodbye as you excitedly entered the library.

You waved to norman at the front desk, he briefly looked up to give a small smile before returning to his large ornithology book on his desk.

You grinned and waved as you caught sight of Dan. He was in his scrubs with his Starbucks in his hand, smiling at you.

"I can help you for the next hour before I gotta go," He began as you sat in front of him, "Then I got my shift an-"

"Yes at the hospital, I know I know." You sat and opened your books, Dan grabbing one to flip through it, scanning for the important passage,

"Here, you'll want to start here, copy it, and then grab two more sources from the encyclopedias. Has to be from the books, not online."

You rubbed your temples, "Yeah, that's, a lot to take in."

Dan chuckled, "That's the advanced course for you."

You tapped your pencil on the paper of your books, "So, you hear about Brahms and his girl? The fight they had!"

Dan perked up, brown eyes filled with wonder.

The two of you immediately filled your time with gossip, the mention of Brahms's girlfriend and Billy was the only thing being studied.

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Bo strolled up to the library, "Twenty minutes to closing..." He shrugged his shoulders as he entered.

He looks around, the lights dimmed, the desk lamps off, save for the few remaining students.

"Can I help you?" Bo snapped his head to the thin, pale man at the front desk.

"Ah, yeah, where are the books on, like art and stuff," Bo looked at the nameplate, "Norman." Bo fumbled with his hands in his pockets.

"In the back," Norman gestured his head behind him, "In section eight hundred to eight hundred and fifty. Don't be long, we are closing soon." Norman sneered as he shuffled the papers on his desk.

"Yeah, thanks." Bo shook his head, as he caught Norman giving him a once over.

Bo clenched his fists as he heard Norman mumble "I don't even think he can read."

He made his way around the library, ducking behind the rows when he thought he saw you, any girl that resembled you had his heart clench in shock.

"No, Vinny, I can't talk right now, text it to me instead." Bo froze, his feet heavy, your voice was curt, he heard you grunt, knowing you just hung up on his brother.

Bo followed the voice, finding you tucked away in the private study area, the tables up against the walls, the lights were severely dimmed, Bo wondered how in the hell you could see the paper in front of you.

He carefully watched his steps, inching slowly behind you, grateful you were distracted in the book, grateful you secluded yourself so far away from everyone else.

A wolfish grin spread over his face, standing over you, he leaned in, hands snaking over you, rushing to silence your mouth,

"Hey, Sweets, miss me?"

Your blood went cold, eyes bulged, you attempted to turn but Bo held firm.

"Miss me? Huh? Ah, maybe you need to look at me first." He whispered into your ear, placing a feather-light kiss.

You retched away, guttural noises being silenced as Bo put a hand around your neck.

"Ah, no no, c'mon now, that any way to react to me? C'mon sweets, you used to beg me, beg me not to leave you, cry whenever I missed a date, moan for my cock to make you come." He chuckled as you squirmed in his arms, the chuckle turning into a soft laugh as you reached for your phone.

"Grabbing your phone for me? How nice of you, Sweets!" Bo whipped you around, slamming you onto the table as he chucked away the books, thankful they didn't fall onto the floor.

You began kicking at Bo, the panic making your blood run hot, giving you a surge of strength.

You knew Bo, knew how much stronger he was, knew you couldn't fight him off. The look in his eyes as his body leaned forward onto yours, chuckling off your kicks.

"Ah, hey, calm down," Bo squeezed on your neck, kissing your cheek as you sputtered out a whine, choking as you gasped for air.

Bo grabbed your phone, your eyes burning as he easily tapped the four-digit code to open it, he went right to the gallery, opening up the video of you and Vincent, "Look at you," The video played, Bo held the phone to your face, forcing you to look, "Taking my brother's cum in your slutty little pussy. Fuck what a good whore you are."

He exited out of the video, going to your texts, "So bad news, I won't get that Implanon thing for another month." He read aloud as he shook his head, "tsk tsk, and I bet you are still fucking, even when it's not safe. I mean, if my brother's anything like me, he won't wanna wrap that shit up."

Tears pooled in your eyes, slowly falling along the sides into your hair. Your eyes pleading with him, 'don't do this, please.'

Bo huffed as he pulled down your skirt, panties coming along with it. He took in your pussy, licking his bottom lip as he caught a glance at your shaved pussy, thankful that his brother has the same taste as him. "You look so good, that pussy nice and clean for me, gonna look good with my seed spilling out."

"I'll let you breathe properly if you promise to be quiet, can you do that for me?" His baby blues stared into your eyes, you wanted to hurl as you saw a sick softness to them.

"I'll, b-be- go-good." You choked. You gasped in sweet relief as bo removed his large hand from your neck. Your phone in his hand was held to your face as you realized he was filming.

"You better open up these legs for me, little whore like you should be used to spreading her legs, hm? Taking my brother's cock while dating me. Well, you can have my cock again, and I'm gonna make sure you'll never fucking forget this. Like I'll never fuckin' forget waking up to you." Bo placed the phone down, propping it up against your books, "With cum dripping out your pussy in Vincent's arms."

You looked away as you heard Bo's belt clink his zipper coming undone, "I can easily scream,"

"Scream? ha, the place is practically empty at this point, who's gonna come as you scream? 'Norman' I can tell he's already too self-absorbed to care for another." Bo leaned down, his breath hot over your cunt.

"Please don't, Bo please, I'll do anything!"

His signature cocky grin spread over his lips, "Oh, you will, first, I get a taste of this," He plunged his tongue in, a soft moan as your taste hit his tongue, his eyes looking up at you, then to the phone.

You squirmed as your walls involuntarily pulsed around his tongue. You squeezed your eyes shut, hips shaking as he flicked his tongue over your clit.

"You taste so good, fuck better than I remember," He sucked hard, laughing as you whimpered. "See, little slutty body like your can't help but react."

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you, Bo's large hand roaming your body, dipping under your shirt, sliding under your bra to squeeze your breast.

"Fuck it feels good too, remember how you used to beg me to suck on them?" He pinched your hardening nipple, "Look at the camera." He cooed.

He dipped two fingers into your heat, making you groan as he pressed down and sucked hard on your clit.

You breathed heavily through your nose, fighting the urge to let out a wanton moan. Tears flowed as your hips voluntarily bucked into Bo's face, his tongue sending wave after wave of euphoria through you that not even Vincent could manage.

Bo shook his head, a raspy moan muffled by the lewd noises your pussy made as he fingered you. He looked up, smirking into you, your pussy clenching around his fingers, how you covered your mouth to fight back the deep moan.

You ran your hand through Bo's brown hair, he moaned, taking the action as approval for his ministrations. You pushed on him, your airy moans muffled by your palm as you came. Bo stayed latched onto your clit, suckling and flicking it, tongue deep to your cunt to lap at you, groaning as it pulsed around his muscle.

Bo shot up, licking his lips of your cream, "Ah, see that, wanna taste?" You shook your head, mouth a no. He leaned in, one hand angling his cock while the other grabbed your neck.

His tongue wrapped around yours, muffling the whine as he slammed into you, his cock stretching you out, a slight burn mixed with pleasure.

Bo wasted no time, slamming hard into you, his cheeks pink as he groaned into the kiss, he lifted his head, "Ah, fuck, needy little pussy fuckin' missed me. Ah shit, I fuck." He grunted above you, his body pressing you into the table, "Fuck, it missed me, fuck it missed me."

You sobbed under him, your mind going to Vincent, trying to picture it was Vincent on top of you, it was you and Vincent making love in the library, not Bo. Not Bo sending waves of familiar pleasure through you, his cock stretching you out.

"Please, don't cum in me, Bo, please don't."

"Wah? cum in you? Sure, I can do that, after all, your little pussy was made for it." He sneered at you, a dark look flashed over him.

You punched at him, "I'll scream."

"You scream and that video gets sent to Vincent. Doesn't matter I'm hav-having m-my way with y-you." He stuttered between thrusts, "Just a video of you getting impregnated by his older brother. He won't want you."

You sobbed as tears spilled as you turned away from him, Vincent flashed in your mind. His smile, his light blue eyes, his hands holding yours.

Your body tensed as Bo's cock felt intoxicating, the familiar rhythm, his harsh kisses, mind being taken back to you on his bed, how he'd hiked your legs over his shoulders as he pushed them onto your chest, a cocky grin as he fucked you deep.

"Bo," You whimpered, "Please," you continued "Just not inside."

He slammed harder, groaning as you clenched around him, "Feels like it wants it inside. Don't lie to yourself, Sweets."

You couldn't, the tears fell, you whimpered Vincent's name, "Hurry, Bo."

Bo couldn't hold back, your sexy little body squirming under him, your pussy clenching around him, your spent leaking onto the table, your stifled moans. "Look at the camera as you cum, look as I cum in you," He turned your head towards the phone, tears freely falling Bo licked your cheek.

His breathing, his thrusts, his cock filling you so well, his raspy praise. You stared, "I'm sorry, Vincent." You scrunched your face as Bo positioned in and out, a low groan reverberated from his chest.

Bo laughed as he came, his seed painting your insides, coating your pink walls, picturing it shooting deep into your womb, his little swimmers getting to work.

You fought back the urge to barf, his cum filling you send a ripple of pleasure through you.

Bo hissed as his breathing slowed, the realization of your nails digging into his shoulders, came to his senses. He slowly pulled out, grabbing the phone, to capture his seed dripping out of your pussy.

He wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing, a threat. He continued to film, "Ah, look at that, good little slut getting bred. Just like she was made too."

Bo brought the camera to your face, "Say, 'Hi, Vincent!' ha" he laughed as you kept your vision off him and the camera.

"it's okay, I know you're thinking of getting that plan B. But you'll be coming with me tonight, I'm gonna make sure my seed takes." Bo released your neck, thumb running over your lips as you coughed.

"Get dressed, we're gonna get a hotel, this is from over." He leaned in to kiss your cheek, "My good girl, mine again." He hugged you as he sent the video to his phone. He laughed as he felt you shake in his arms,

"I wonder what Vincent will do when he sees this, gosh I can only imagine." He hummed and swayed you back and forth, "You'll look great with my child in you, can't wait, ah you'll be so beautiful."

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