#but god it's hell going up and down the stairs w my knee

[tea-and-finalfantasy]

what do u mean the tasks i didn't write down and that i did more than once don't count to be checked off bc i didn't write them down

[steveslevis]

‘tis the damn season

AUTUMN

chapter contents/warnings: exes to whatever the hell this is, a little bit of smut, angst, weed and alcohol use, mutual pining, steve is an idiot and is afraid of commitment </3, barely proofread (sowwy)

w/c: 5.3k

The first big frost of the season blankets the town of Hawkins when you arrive on Wednesday night, the bits of ice glittering on the orange and brown leaves making the barren streets seem less intimidating as you make your way through your hometown for the first time in months. 

There’s a sense of anticipation and dread that fills your stomach while navigating the streets you know so well, knowing you’re going to be asked the same mundane questions about college in the big city a thousand times over during the next three weeks. You know that’s not the only thing filling you with dread for the weeks to come, but keep telling yourself that’s all you have to worry about — right?

The first evening you arrive in town is jam-packed, since your friends insisted on having a so-called “Friends-giving-mas” as the night that you arrived, due to your anticipated absence on the aforementioned Christmas. You spend a few hours with your mom and dad before leaving, enlisting your mom to help you make some cookies for the party, promising you’d leave her and your dad some behind. 

The clock hits 7 p.m. and you’re finally finished getting ready, having just thrown on a red velvet, long sleeved dress that hit just above your knees and your best black boots, Robin had requested everyone to look their best so she could take photos with her new camera throughout the party. You grabbed your secret santa gift and jacket, checking yourself in the mirror one last time before leaving your room. 

“Alright, I’m leaving.” you call out as you bound down the stairs and into the kitchen.

“Don’t forget your cookies, sweetheart! They’re on the table.” she replied from her place next to your dad on the couch, watching some rom-com while he was dozing beside her, “if you need us to come pick you up, we will.”

You let out a laugh at her remark, knowing that you were only walking to the next house over on the road, so picking you up would be ridiculous. 

“Oh, I think I’ll manage just fine.” you joke in return while grabbing the plate of cookies, “love you guys!”

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The outside of the Harrington’s house is gleefully lit with warm string lights, wreaths already adorning the front windows and main door to the house in anticipation of Christmas in a few weeks. You always admired the way their house looked during the holidays, but knew it was only a cheery facade to hide the dysfunction that lay within the halls of the residence.

You knew the family all too well, having grown up next to Steve your entire life. You were the same age as him, grew up attending all the same parties as him, but ran in completely different circles than him — well, up until your senior year of high school at least. 

Long story short, being best friends with Robin led to you ultimately becoming so-called friends with Steve Harrington as well. The two of you had what you now called a stupid summer fling before you left for Chicago in August, but the rest was history. The two of you had agreed to stay civil and not let the remnants of any unresolved feelings come between your friendship and the rest of the friend group.

So here you were, knocking on Steve Harrington’s front door on a random Wednesday in late November, cookies in hand as you stood there, shivering. You faintly hear Robin say that she would get the door, then hear footsteps pad towards the entrance. 

You’re greeted by your best friend with the strongest hug you swear you’ve ever experienced, and you feel like you might not ever be let go if she has anything to say about it.

“Oh my god! I missed you so much.” Robin exclaims, the widest grin on her face as she grabs for your hand, “everyone’s in here, we’re just waiting on Nance and Jonathan then we’ll be ready to eat but come in! I have so much to tell you about everything you don’t even know—” 

You follow behind her wordlessly, smiling to yourself as she rambles on about college applications and band and Vickie — who just so happened to be in the kitchen helping finish making the mashed potatoes so you had to be quiet — and everything that she can think to fit in a conversation to catch her best friend up on after months without. She leads you to the dining room after dropping off the cookies, where you hear two familiar voices having a very passionate conversation. 

“I’m telling you, man, I’m cursed—“

“You’re not cursed, Harrington. I’m telling you, you’re just looking in the wrong place for love.” Eddie retorts to his frustrated friend, rolling his eyes at him.

“Oh yeah? And where should I be looking?” Steve snorts, haphazardly tossing forks, knives and spoons atop the napkin at each seat of the table.

“I’ve been saying ever since what happened this summer, you should be going after — oh shit, Y/N!” Eddie interjects, cutting himself off when you trail in behind Robin.

The metalhead pulls you in for a bear hug, whispering in your ear about how he promises not to ask you boring questions about college like everyone else. As you’re being engulfed in his embrace, you hear the sound of silverware tumbling to the ground from the other side of the table, followed by a string of mumbled curse words from the dropper.

You pull away from Eddie’s hug to look at where the noise is coming from, only to see Steve fumbling with a fork and spoon while trying to stand up from where he was just kneeling. Your gaze lingers on him for a moment too long, taking in everything about him that you told yourself you didn’t miss. Eddie gives you a knowing look and you roll your eyes, knowing that he’s trying to tell you to not make things weird, so you try your best.

“Stevie, how are you?” you call to him while walking around the table, putting on the best oblivious and excited face that you can.

“H-Hey, Y/N.” Steve says, feigning coolness as he pulls you in for a quick hug, nearly stumbling over his words when you use the nickname you always loved to tease him with, “I didn’t know you were coming tonight.” 

His eyes flicker over to Robin momentarily, who shoots him a guilty grin before mouthing ‘sorry’ over your shoulder.

“Yeah, it was kinda last minute on my part, I just so happened to be coming home tonight since my finals were all at the beginning of the week. I kinda forced Rob to tell me when it would be so I could crash it,” you lie, trying to throw the blame on yourself instead of her, “sorry if I messed anything up, I-I’ll lay low and won’t eat if that messes up numbers or something—“

“No!” Steve rushes to retort, shaking his head at you adamantly, “I mean, shit—sorry. No, you’re not messing anything up at all, you know you’re always welcome here.” 

The smile on Steve’s face is genuine as he speaks, but there’s a glint of sadness in his eyes while he scans yours for any sign of hesitancy. You give him a small smile in return, quickly moving your gaze from his to push down that sinking feeling in your chest you know is coming. Your chest aches as you focus your eyes downward, realizing that this night would be a lot harder than you had convinced yourself that it would be. 

“Well!” Robin interjects, interrupting the growing awkward silence filling the air of the dining room where you stood. She reached for your hand while smiling over at you sympathetically, beginning to drag you towards the kitchen as she spoke, “gotta go say hello to everyone else before dinner!”

Your best friend whirled you around to the rest of the guests–which was just Nancy, Jonathan, and Vickie–who were all in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on the meal. 

A slew of awkward questions about Chicago ensued in the moments leading up to and during dinner, but you took them in stride as they distracted you from the bright eyed boy across the table who kept sneaking glances in your direction any chance he got. You explained your major, what you did for work outside of class time, and talked about all the new friends you met in the short few months you’d been gone. You could’ve sworn Steve’s jaw clenched at the mention of a date you went on prior to leaving for break, but you didn’t put too much thought into it. 

Dinner goes by fairly quickly, and then it’s time for Secret Santa gifts in the living room. Robin begged everyone to participate, and even went through the effort of making sure you and Steve didn’t get each other, partly to not ruin the surprise of you being here and partly to diminish any awkwardness that might arise from it. 

You had drawn Jonathan’s name, so you gifted him a few rolls of different camera film. Each person had to guess who their Secret Santa was, but apparently your gift was pretty obvious since he hadn’t been able to find any film like it anywhere near Hawkins, so he guessed you first. 

Your turn rolled around and a small red gift bag was sat in your lap. You immediately knew who your gift was from, halfway from the grin plastered on his face and halfway from the smell lingering from inside the back in your hands. 

“Thank you, Eddie.” you giggle out while pulling out four perfectly rolled blunts from the gift bag, courtesy of the best dealer in Hawkins.

“It’s always a pleasure,” he jabs back, “we can fire one up after presents if you’d like.” 

You nod quickly at him, grinning widely before turning back to the circle where Robin was handing out gifts.

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It’s not long before drinks are flowing and laughter is spilling through the Harrington residence, something that’s happened very few times within those halls. The night seems to go by too quickly, you notice how quickly when you check and it says 11 P.M. already, even though it feels like you’ve only been there a few hours. You’re sitting on the couch with Robin and Vickie, giggling their way through a story about some guy in the Hawkins band, when the sight of the back door sliding open and closed catches your eye. 

You turn your gaze to see Steve stalking into the cold on his own, head turned down as he walks towards one of the ice-slicked pool chairs on the deck. A frown passes over your face as you furrow your brows, excusing yourself from the couple on the couch as you slip outside to follow him with your bottle of wine, one of your newly gifted blunts and a lighter in hand. 

It’s the last thing you should be doing tonight, really. You shouldn’t be following Steve Harrington – the man who was too afraid to say he loved you and too afraid to commit to you – onto the porch. You should’ve stayed inside and drank some more wine with the rest of them and let yourself cut loose for once, but you just couldn’t do it. You just had to talk to him – you weren’t so sure what you wanted to talk about, but you just felt the need to.

“You alright?” was all you could slip out as you closed the sliding glass door, watching the brown haired boy from afar, making sure you weren’t making the wrong decision.

“Yeah–Yeah, just needed a little bit of fresh air.” Steve stammered, eyes widening for only a moment when he notices that it’s you that followed him outside.  

You only hum in response, stepping closer to him as you sense no annoyance or anger in his voice, finding a spot on the chilled pool chair next to his. After setting down the bottle of wine you’d been nursing throughout the night, you took the blunt you’d brought as a peace offering between your fingers and waved it in front of his face.

Steve looked up for a moment, gaze shifting between the blunt between your fingers and your lips that curled up into a mischievous yet friendly smirk. His own lips perked up in a lopsided smile, raising an eyebrow at you when you brought the blunt to your lips, followed by the lighter.

“Would you like to partake?” you joke while puffing smoke through your lips, mixing with the cold puffs of breath coming from Steve’s. 

“I’ll never say no to that,” he retorts, reaching to grab the blunt from your fingers. 

There’s a breath of comfortable silence between the two of you as he inhales, then lets out a long exhale before focusing his gaze back onto the pool in front of him, onto the ice forming on the pool cover as a way to avoid your eyes. 

“So, how’s the Stevie Harrington been faring since I’ve been gone?” you joked after a moment more of the quiet, shoving any nerves down that were threatening to force you to run back inside. 

Awful, utterly dull and extremely depressing, was what Steve wanted to say. 

He wanted to tell you how he fucked up so badly, how he hasn’t been the same since the last time he saw you, how he hasn’t even been able to look at anyone without thinking of you. He wanted to grab you by the cheeks and pull you in for a kiss and never let go. He wanted to scream and tell you how much he regretted ever letting you leave without knowing how he really felt, but he couldn’t now. It was too late, so he just said; “Oh, y’know. I’ve been fine. Just the same shit, different day.”

Steve wanted to kick himself for saying something so lame, something so uninteresting when the most interesting person in the world was sitting right in front of him. 

“Does ‘same shit, different day’ just mean you’re stuck being the same old chauffeur-babysitter you’ve been for the last two years?” you tease, reaching down to grab the bottle of wine at your feet. 

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” Steve chuckled, giving you a warm smile as he took another puff. 

It only took a few moments to finally break the ice between the two of you, then things fell right back into place, right back into a comfortable normalcy. There was something that put you so at ease being outside with him, being able to talk to him without the looming thought of who would be the first to say “I love you” or who would be the first to leave waving over both of your heads. 

The next hour went by in a breeze, and it seemed the party inside died down by the time the two of you decided to walk back in. Steve closed the sliding glass door behind you two and you noticed only Eddie and Robin were left standing in the living room. Vickie was presumably in the guest bed, where Robin was about to head to. Jonathan and Nancy had left twenty minutes prior, only popping their heads out to say a quick goodbye before driving off.

Robin said a quick goodnight to you before heading up the stairs, along with a promise to see you tomorrow for a girl’s day. Then, it was just you, Eddie and Steve in the living room, Eddie at the couch setting up his bed for the night while the two of you stood in silence by the sliding glass door still. 

“I–I guess I should probably head home for the night,” you say, breaking the silence between the three of you as you start towards your bag and coat on the other side of the room.

“Why don’t you just stay?” Steve interjects a little too loudly, the weed and wine in his system instilling some false confidence in him. “It’s so cold out and I’m sure at this point your parents already think you’re staying anyways.”

You stop on your toes at Steve’s voice, cheeks heating at how interested he sounded in you staying there for the night. It’s not like it was a far and dangerous walk, Steve just wanted an excuse to be around you for longer. You turn around to look at him, then to Eddie, who was giving you a tired smile.

“We can have a sleepover on the couch,” Eddie chuckles, reaching for one of the pillows he was setting out for himself to move it to the other side of the couch for you. 

“I don’t have any clothes,” you suggest, looking down at your velvet dress that would be extremely uncomfortable to sleep in. 

“Oh, I’m sure Stevie has some clothes that you can sleep in!” Eddie says, shooting a smirk in his direction.

“O–Of course I do, I’m sure I still have your favorite pajama pants up there if you want them.” Steve says hurriedly, as if you would change your mind if he didn’t answer quickly enough.

You give the two of them a smile, pretending to contemplate the decision for a moment before nodding. You could’ve sworn you heard Steve let out a breath of relief at your nod, but he turned towards the stairs before you could acknowledge it. Without a word, you follow right behind him up the stairs, slowly realizing the effects of the cherry wine and weed are coming to the surface. 

Steve steps into his bedroom and you follow behind him, a situation the two of you knew all too well. 

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You don’t know what led to this, but there you were, in Steve’s bedroom, him towering over your space on his bed as he pulled you in for a heated kiss. Tongue against teeth, hands against cheeks, legs tangled together, just like they were meant to be. 

This wasn’t supposed to happen, you swore to yourself you wouldn’t come crawling back every time you were in town, but here you were. 

Somehow coming upstairs for a stupid pair of pajamas led to Steve giving you that look of lust and utter desire, led to you becoming a willing participant in his games once again after swearing you would never touch him again, led to you letting him sneak his way into your heart – and pants – yet again. 

Your head is spinning as he kisses you, his lips slotted into yours like they belonged there, a perfect fit. You’re unsure if it’s the wine, the weed or the sheer yearning that’s making you feel like this, but you don’t want it to stop any time soon. 

There’s a gnawing feeling in your stomach when Steve props his knee up on the bed next to your hip, you know you should stop before he gets any further, but the ache between your thighs is outweighing any thought of what would come after he spreads you open. 

Steve groans into your mouth when you pull him closer, fingers intertwining with and tugging the hair at the nape of his neck, and you only smirked against his lips in satisfaction. You knew everything about the boy who was turning to a puddle just from the touch of your fingers. You knew exactly how to make him tick, and him the same for you.

“Fuck,” Steve breathes when he finally pulls away from you, full lips parted as he stares down at you. There’s a twinkle in his eye that you haven’t seen in so long, one you used to mistake for love but now only know to be pure lust. “I–I’m sorry I just, I need–I need you.”

You stare at the desperate, doe-eyed man in front of you for a long moment, mind wandering to a place of fear as you think about what you’re about to do. 

Instead of saying anything in reply, you close the space between the two of you once again, smashing your lips into his in a feverish and bruising kiss. Steve is on you in an instant, gently pushing you back and up on the bed, letting your head fall on his pillows. You can tell by the way he stumbles on his way up to you that he’s intoxicated — on the weed or the wine, or you, you’re not sure — but you soon realize that you are too.

A hand wanders toward the hem of Steve’s sweater, tugging at it quickly as he pulls away from the bruising kiss. He wastes no time in pulling the cable-knit up and over his head, tossing it to the side while sitting up on his knees to take you the sight of you in. Your skin was hot and your eyes were blown with lust, cheeks flushed and lips parted as you stared up at him.

You’d only been under him for a minute and had completely folded to his touch. You cursed yourself for letting your inhibitions crumble so quickly, but another part of you didn’t actually care, the same part of you that wanted to claim him as yours forever. 

Steve’s eyes trailed over you, from your cheeks to the low neckline of your dress, over the curve of your hips, ending on your thighs spread on either side of his knees. The crushed velvet of your skirt bunched where your leg met your hip, letting the fabric ride up enough for Steve to see exactly what he was searching for. 

He sucked in a breath at the sight of your white lace underwear beneath, having to hold himself back from diving in right that second.

“You’re so beautiful,” he groaned, hands tracing over your hip bones while lowering his lips to yours once again.

A moan falls from your lips as his meet yours, his knee coming up between your thighs, creating friction against your core.

“Fuck—Stevie,” you say, choking back a pitiful whine while grinding against his thigh desperately, “please, I need you.”

You swear you hear Steve nearly choke at your words, three words he’d been dying to hear from you for months. 

“I know, I know, baby.” he coos at you, trying to keep his cool as he strains against his pants, “I’ll take care of you.”

You nod feverishly as he leans down to pepper kisses along your neck, taking his sweet time while trying not to get drunk off the scent of you.

“This—This doesn’t mean anyth—this doesn’t change anything,” he stammers between kisses, peering up at you as he speaks, “we can still stay close—keep being friends after this.”

You hum in agreement, ignoring the dread building in your gut as you do. You want to be more than friends, you want to scream at him until he admits that he loves you too. But he nearly said it doesn’t mean anything, so you’re convinced he wants nothing to do with you after tonight, nothing but a friend to laugh with and a pretty face to fuck on every break from college. 

You push the thoughts from your mind, focusing on the boy in front of you as his hands begin to massage your inner thighs, inching closer and closer to your core with every circle. Steve chuckles lowly as you let out a whine of anticipation, teasing you silently as he gives in to your desires.

Steve knows your body like he knows his own, so what comes after pulling off your dress is nearly second nature to him. One large hand trails to the waistband of your underwear while the other reaches for your breast, nipple peaked from the exposure to the cold air conditioning. You moan in surprise when he wastes no time in putting his mouth to work on your other nipple, tugging your underwear down your legs simultaneously. 

His fingers immediately fall to your core once you’re free of the underwear, fingertips circling the bundle of nerves at the top as you let out another whimper. 

His moves are careful but quick, he knows you want to waste no more time, and you’ll whine about his teasing if he doesn’t act soon. 

He’s out of his boxers in an instant, one hand keeping contact with your clit as he situates himself above you.

“You look so good like this, sweetheart.” Steve says, voice low as his eyes raked over your body, “so pretty spread out for me, all fucked out for me even though I’ve barely touched you.”

“Stevie…” you whimper, reaching a hand up to him, but he pulls from your reach with a smirk across his face.

“Tell me what you want from me,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek as he lines himself up with your slick, teasing the tip against you slowly.

“I—I need you, Steve.” you beg, cheeks flushing at the admittance, “I need you to fuck me, please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” he retorts with a smirk, sliding into you with ease.

You both let out a low moan as he bottoms out, filling you in a way you haven’t felt in a long time. You forgot how thick he was in the time you’d been gone, your body wasn’t used to the stretch of his cock inside you, but it still felt like he was meant to be there. Like he was the only one who could make you feel this way.

And you were right, nobody could make you feel that way. Nobody else could touch you and make you fall apart in less than five minutes like he could. Nobody else could get you so riled up over a few praises thrown in with some condescension (which you embarrassingly loved too much) like he could. Nobody could hold off from cumming long enough to give you three orgasms before getting one of their own like he could. 

Nobody did it like he could.

This doesn’t mean anything you repeat in your mind, clinging to his arm like your life depended on it after the two of you calmed your breathing and cleaned up. You weren’t sure if you were repeating those words to convince yourself or to ease your own mind about what just went down, but you knew they stung your heart more than any fighting words the two of you had ever exchanged.

“I missed this, cuddling with you, holdin’ you like this.” was all he slurred out against your hair, pressing a sleepy kiss into the crown of your head.

“Yeah, me too.” you mumble in return, accepting the warmth of his embrace as sleep finally took you in, ignoring the gnawing pain growing in your chest.

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The spice of Steve’s cologne mixes with the familiar scent of his room, filling your senses when you wake, nearly sending you into a panic. You sit upright in the bed, turning to face the boy you claimed you wanted nothing to do with romantically just a few hours ago. Steve is sleeping peacefully next to you, plush lips parted and brows furrowed as he subconsciously pouts about the loss of your touch. The alarm clock behind him read 2:03 A.M., meaning you hadn’t been out for too long, but long enough to sober you up somehow. 

Shit. Shit. Shit. I gotta get out of here. Is all you can think as you stumble out from under the comforter, knowing you would never live it down if anyone found you’d slept in his bed, especially with your limbs entangled like they just were. You quickly dress in the clothes you’d originally come into the bedroom to fetch, and snuck out of the bedroom without a sound. 

Before making it to the living room, you turned toward the dimly lit kitchen for a glass of water. What you weren’t expecting to be faced with in the kitchen was Eddie, but there he was, leaning against the counter with disheveled hair that probably mirrored your own. 

“What a night so far, huh?” he jokes as you shoot him a knowing glare while trudging across the tiled floor. 

“Don’t even start with me, Munson.” you warn, absentmindedly reaching your hand up to the cabinet for a glass while shaking your head.

“Woah, don’t get that attitude with me! I didn’t say anything,” he laughs, setting his own glass into the sink, “but that also doesn’t mean I didn’t hear anything.”

“You did not,” you snap back, eyes wide and cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he gives you a shit-eating grin, “there’s no way you heard anything because nothing happened.”

“You’ve always been such a bad liar, Y/N.” Eddie laughs, stepping out of the kitchen to walk towards the living room where the two of you would be sleeping. 

A sigh escapes your lips when Eddie leaves, letting you be alone with your thoughts finally. There was an ache in your chest that wasn’t going away any time soon, and it was in that moment that you wondered if you would ever be able to get over Steve Harrington, or if you would be in a continuous cycle of hurt and comfort for the rest of your damned life.

You collected your thoughts as you downed a glass of water, throwing back two ibuprofens with the last chug for good measure, before finding your way back to the living room. Eddie was on his side on the long side of the L-shaped couch, leaving the shorter side for you to sleep on. His eyes were closed as you laid down with your feet next to his own, but you knew he wasn’t asleep yet. 

“I won’t tell anyone, I promise.” you heard through the darkness after turning off the table lamp once you were settled.

“I know.” you sigh in return, staring up at the ceiling that was only lit by the streetlights flowing in from outside. “I just don’t want to live like this forever, I–I can’t keep being the secret that Steve is too embarrassed to talk about.”

“He’s not embarrassed of you,” Eddie said, voice barely above a whisper, just loud enough for you to hear, “he’s just afraid of fucking everything up even more than he already has.”

If only he could say that to my face, then maybe I’d believe it, you thought to yourself, chest tightening at just the thought of the brown-eyed boy who was fast asleep upstairs. 

You don’t reply to Eddie, unsure of what to say back, unsure of what you could squeak out without breaking down. 

“Goodnight, Eds,” is all you say in return, though you know you won’t be getting any sleep. 

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

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After falling asleep for all of fifty minutes around 5 in the morning, you decided you had to leave. 

The entirety of the almost four hours you laid on Steve’s couch consisted of staring at the ceiling and fighting off tears while thinking about how you regretted everything you said and did over the last twelve hours. 

Coming to the Harrington house was a mistake, even stepping foot back in Hawkins was feeling like a mistake at this point. 

The only words repeating in your mind were This doesn’t mean anything. This doesn’t mean anything. This doesn’t mean anything.

You eventually had enough of the self-loathing and inability to sleep, so it was time to go. It was time to hastily change out of the pajamas that smelled too much like the boy you loved too hard, and time to go collapse in your own bed. There was no telling if you’d actually fall asleep once you made it there, but that was beside the point.

It was when you finally made it back to your parent’s house, to your childhood bedroom, that you swore that you wouldn’t see Steve Harrington again for the rest of Thanksgiving break, and hopefully would avoid seeing him again for a long while, for the sake of saving yourself from another heartbreak.

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tags: @carinacassiopeiae

[imtryingbuck]

Worthy

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC!Theo

Summary: Bucky has to marry a woman who surprises him more and more as their story goes along.

Word count: 3,399

Warnings: angst. swearing. Dot. fluff. Bucky tells reader how he lost his arm. Cheating mentioned, miscarriage mentioned.

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When he woke up that morning he laid there watching Theo sleep peacefully, his fingers gingerly stroked up and down her back as she laid on his chest. The morning sun cut through the slit in the curtain landing on her bare arm in an orange purple hue. Those few minutes with him lying there with her in his arms, the whole house silent he had never felt more at peace.

Then he remembered the conversation the night before.

How any person could harm a child is lost on him. How any father let his own child be harmed in such ways that she told him makes him question humanity.

Bucky knew one thing though and that was he was going to make every single one of them pay.

Wanting to do something sweet for her he slid out of the bed carefully to not to wake her up he did his morning routine and headed downstairs going into the kitchen to make her breakfast in bed, coming to a stop when he walked past the living room where he saw someone sitting there.

Dot.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk to you James"

"We have nothing to talk about, get out of my home"

"Why is your whore of a wife-"

"Call her that one more time I swear to God Dolores I will kill you" His voice low showing her that he was not messing around.

"Do you love her?"

"That's none of your business."

"Does she suck your cock as good as I did?"

"You were shit at it and we both know that"

"That's harsh. Do you know she's been passed around like some cheap whore?"

He blinked once, twice, thrice. What was she talking about? Did she know about what had happened to Theo?

"You didn't, did you?" Dot laughed at his facial expression.

"W-what are you talking about?"

"I got an envelope through my letter box and well let’s just say she's a filthy whore" Dot shrugged, leaning down to pull her bag on to her knees she pulled a large brown envelope out and placed it on the coffee table.

Looking up at Bucky she cocked her eyebrow up "It's all in there"

"Who sent it you?"

"I don't know, listen I know that she's asked her father to let you divorce her why don't you get him to and you can marry one of his other daughters then I can be your mistress"

How?.. what?..

"You seriously have no shame do you? I don't love you Dolores. I don't want you or any of Michael’s daughters other than Theo."

"You'll change your mind once you've read this" tapping the envelope. Though Theo had told him everything last night he couldn't help but be a little bit curious to what was inside, so before his brain could register what was happening his feet carried him over to the coffee table, snatching the brown envelope from under Dot's hand he sat down and opened it.

Inside contained photos of a naked Theo, in most of them she was looking away from the camera but sure enough in every one of them there were bruises and open cuts on her body. There was a list of all the names of the men that had raped her, his stomach churned when he read some of the names. Some of the names, he knew them.

So lost in what he was reading he had no idea that Theo was walking down the stairs, nor did he have any time to react to Dot climbing on his lap before she was kissing him. He was frozen in place only snapping out of it when he heard the door creak.

No, no, no, no, no.

Running after Theo his heart in his throat when he sees her taking her clothes out of her side of the wardrobe, the hollow organ sitting in his chest breaking when he sees a few tears slid down her cheeks.

"A-Angel it wasn't what it looked like" He stutters out truly meaning the words, he didn't even kiss Dolores back. He couldn’t not now he had a wife. He wouldn't do that to her.

"It is fine Mr James"

He swears he was going to have a heart attack as she calls him that. "No it's not, please stop and listen to me so I can explain"

It's like he isn't even in his own body but watching from the side lines, the rest of the conversation is lost on him and when he finally snaps back into reality he sees her leaving their room to go back to her old one. He had no idea how he could fix this with her especially not after she had trusted him enough to let him know about her past, not when he felt the scars that cover most of her body. Not when he touched them so easily, not flinching away from them or looking at them in disgust.

Not when he spoke those words when she was asleep.

"Buck what's going on?" Steve questioned voice full of sleep.

Bucky had woken him up not knowing who to turn to. "Dolores"

"What's she done now?"

Bucky told him everything about what had happened minus telling him what was in the envelope or what Theo had told him the night before. It wasn't his place to say anything.

"Fucking hell. Is Theo okay?"

"Steve I just told you she left our room to go back to hers"

"Did you not try and explain it to her?"

"I did but she wouldn't listen. I don't-"

"What the fuck have you done James?" Wanda stands in the doorway, eyes full of pure hatred as she looks at her best friend.

"Wan-"

"I'm not going to ask again."

"I-nothing I swear"

"So Theo didn't just see you kissing that whore? Are you seriously calling my friend a liar?"

"I didn't kiss her!" he shouted "And you seem to forget she's my fucking wife Wanda!"

Rolling her eyes she went to say something but closed her lips again, shaking her head she left as quickly as she came.

"I think she's mad" Steve says trying to lighten to mood earning him a warning look from Bucky.

Over the next week Bucky tried to get her to talk to him and all he received was 'It's okay Mr James' or a head shake. Wanda and Nat had kept their distance from him too, when Nat had found out she pulled a gun on Bucky. She lowered it when he didn't flinch or pull his out on her, she knew he was telling the truth about him not kissing Dolores back. Dolores kept coming back to the house even though Bucky told the guards to make sure she's not let in, which was making the brunette furious.

Bucky had sent Nat a text asking her to come down into the office, needing to talk to her and since both redheads had been upstairs with Theo it was his only way of getting Nat to talk to him. The other day he had gone up and knocked on Theo's bedroom door he was greeted by a still very angry Wanda, who wasn't believing him or Nat, she slammed the door in his face that hard he even flinched.

"What's up?" Nat asked as she strolled into the office.

"I-Is Theo okay? Is she eating? Sleeping?"

"Buck she's fine, me and Wanda are looking after her"

"It should be me"

Sighing, Nat sat down in the seat across from him. "Buck she did walk in on you and that thing kissing-"

"I didn't kiss her back Natasha! I swear-"

"I know and that's why I didn't shoot your dick off" she raised her eyebrow and smirked "You've just got to give her some time Bucky, it's one thing after another and she feels-" Nat quickly cuts herself off.

"Feels what?"

"Nothing, just give her some time"

"Feels what Natasha? Please, please tell me"

"She feels like she isn't worthy to be loved"

Bucky's face dropped, it was the exact expression that both her and Wanda had on their faces when Theo whispered it to them. "W-what?"

"She said it's okay and that she's accepted this life an-and-" shaking her head she knew it was wrong to be telling him the things Theo had whispered to them in secret, but she believed Bucky when he said he never kissed Dolores back.

"And? What?"

"I-I think you should talk to her Bucky, I've already said to much"

"Wanda won't let me"

"Grow up James. Like you keep saying she's your wife. Go!"

Jumping up out of his seat he ran to the door before turning around to jog back over to Nat and placing a kiss to her head which earned him a smack. Running up the stairs he stopped outside of Theo's bedroom door to catch him breath. Knocking beforehand he walked in the room.

"Get out James!" Wanda shouted.

"She's my wife Wanda, I need to talk to her."

"No-"

"Wanda it's okay" Theo interrupted Wanda, who looked at Theo with a look as if to ask her if she was sure, she nodded and helped Wanda stand.

"Hurt her one more time James I won't hesitate to kill you" Theo shut the door behind her friend and turned to face Bucky, gulping and twiddling her fingers she waited for Bucky to say something.

"T-Theo I'm so sorry for what you saw but it wasn't what it looked like, Dolores kissed me as I was reading something she gave me b-but I swear Angel I didn't kiss her back!"

"It's okay-"

"No it isn't! Stop saying that it is, please. Please scream at me or-or hit me please just do anything other than say it's okay"

"I won't hit you" She frowned with a slight head shake "My father won't agree to a divorce unless you ask Mr James-"

"I don't want a divorce Theo"

"B-but the scars..."

"They don't bother me Angel, fuck I've got my own, look" pulling his shirt down enough so she could see the scars on his chest/shoulder "I have them too so who am I to judge?"

"Oh-l, I will continue being your wife and you can date that woman from the other day but you will h-have to sleep with one of my father's daughters so you can have an heir, I pro-"

"Theo-"

"I promise I'll stay out of the way, jus-"

"Theo-"

"Just please promise me that I won't get hurt by none of your men" This time she doesn't get cut off by him and when she finds the courage to look up to him her heart tugs when she sees the tears gathering in his eyes.

"You-um-you think I wou-no Angel, no to all of that! I only want you I don't want Dolores, I don't want any of the brats your father calls daughters, if I am lucky enough to have children you will be the mother. None of my our men will ever lay a hand on you, I will never let anyone hurt you again, I won't hurt you again. That I swear and promise you until my last breath"

Though she heard every word he spoke, took in every word he spoke she couldn't help but question "Why?"

And though he had his reasons, mainly because he didn't want to end up like his father, he couldn't stop the words from spilling out. It was so much easier when she was asleep on his chest, right next to his beating heart. "Because I love you"

He hated the way she flinched at those words.

"W-why?"

"I know it's way too soon to be feeling these kind of feelings, believe me I do but I-I do Theo and that's the truth. I love you. You are worthy of it Angel, it isn't just me that loves you Wanda and Nat do too, even the guys do. Please let me show you, please don't think you're not worth love or affection because you are-"

A loud sob cuts him off. He doesn't wastes any time in moving closer to her and wrapping his arms around her trembling body. "I'm sorry" he whispers over and over into her hair.

"I-I-I'm not good eno-enough for you James or anyone"

"You're enough. Theo, you're enough"

What happens next shocks the both of them.

Theo leans on her tiptoes and places her lips to his.

Her first ever kiss.

Bucky knew he shouldn't do it because she's got tears streaming down her cheeks, she's confused, she's emotional but fuck she's kissing him. He can't stop himself from kissing her back.

Pulling away from one another slightly out of breath Bucky rested his forehead against hers, smiling at her when she looks up at him.

"Wa-was tha-that okay?" Theo asked shyly.

"It was perfect Angel"

"It wa-was my first kiss" she admitted a light blush coating her cheeks.

"Really? Baby it was perfect"

Theo goes to open her mouth closing it quickly at the noise from outside her door.

"Shut up! I'm trying to list-ow Nat my head!" Sam hissed a muffled cry after a bang on the door startles Theo.

"You shut up. Did she just say a first kiss? Holy shit did they just kiss?" That was Nat's voice.

"Both of you shut up!" This time it was Steve's voice being heard.

"Do you think they're kissing again? Oh god what if they're having sex and we're just listening like creeps!" Wanda's voice turned to panic when she thought that the couple in the room could be doing something that she really did not want to be listening in on.

Shaking his head Bucky had to force himself not to laugh, leaning to whisper into Theo's ear "I bet they're leaning against the door, should I open it so they fall in?"

"No, they might hurt themselves" She whispered back trying really hard not to laugh.

"I bet they're kissing" At hearing Sam's failed attempt to whisper slip through the door Theo looked at Bucky and nodded, giving him the go ahead to open the door. Giving her a gentle kiss on her lips, and another, and another before finally sneaking over towards the door. Hand slowly going to the door handle he looked at Theo and winked.

Sam was the first one to fall in, Nat landing on top of him, Steve on top of her and Wanda landing on the blonde.

"Ow fuck! Nat get off you're fucking heavy! Ow ow stop hitting me!"

"Steve's on me you dickhead!"

"Wanda's on me so I can't move-ow shit what is it with you women hitting people?"

"You've just basically called me fat Steven!"

"Are you guys finished? Me and Theo would like to get past you"

"Help us up then please!" Sam begged.

"Why were you listening to us anyway?" Bucky asked completely ignoring Sam making grabby hands to him.

"Who-what-we-never" Steve stuttered out trying to get Wanda off of him gently not wanting to tear the stitches open.

"Who-what-we-never" Bucky mocked. "We heard you"

"No you didn't, you're just imagining things Bucky" Sam says "I've accepted my fate by the way guys not that any of you care"

"What are you talking about?"

"Well Natasha none of you are getting up off me so l lay here on the ground being squashed to death by my so called family"

Everyone apart from Theo rolls their eyes at Sam's dramatics, Theo tries to move forward to help Wanda off Steve when Bucky's hand stops her. "Leave them, come here."

"But they need help"

"Nope, they'll figure it out soon" picking Theo up he smiles when she squeals, Bucky walks them over to the door and quite literally steps over the four bodies of his friends on the floor.

"Oh that's so fucking cold man"

Taking Theo into the living room he placed her gently onto the couch, there was a small bar sitting at the back of the room Bucky made his way over to it pouring a drink for himself he asked Theo if she wanted one she shook her head, no.

They sat in comforting silence before Theo broke it.

"James... can I ask you something?"

"Of course"

"W-what happened to your arm?" She knew he had a metal arm, at first it startled her not expecting it but now finding it pretty and unique.

Taking his glass, he knocks the rest of his drink back. "My father, piece of shit as you've already probably picked up on. My ma was pregnant with her third kid but miscarried when she was around four or five months." The memory of his mother stumbling down the stairs bottom half covered in blood, her hands shaking and tears rolling down her face. Martha running around ordering the other maids to grab things or to take him and Rebecca upstairs, makes his heart beat a little faster.

Clearing his throat "My ma had found out my father had a mistress. I'm not a doctor but I think that's what caused my ma to lose the baby. Anyway ma needed sometime away as she was really struggling, she went to my aunt's house in Louisiana for three weeks. My father brought his mistress into the home, he actually picked her up after we dropped ma off at the airport" chuckling, he loosened his tie "Three weeks of having to hear obvious fake moans and me looking after Becks because my father gave all the maids three weeks off so they wouldn't tell my ma." Getting up he walks over to the bar he pours himself another drink. Sitting back down he continues.

"The day came for when my ma was coming home, we was on our way to get her from the airport and the prick and his whore was arguing, if I remember correctly it was because she wanted him to leave my mother but he kept saying he wouldn't do it, she grabbed the steering wheel and pulled it towards her, he managed to get the car stable but then she did it again. It was pouring down so the roads were slippery" Taking a deep breath in "Then the car rolled off down the road and went straight down a ditch. I put my arm out in front of Rebecca, my arm got pinned. They both got out, and were actually more bothered about getting their story straight than trying to get a twelve and eight year old out of the car. You know Tony Stark? Well he was in the car behind us, he was the one who rang for help. I begged the fire fighters to get Becks out first but th-they didn't... I woke up in the hospital six days later and my arm was gone"

"James… I’m so sorry"

"Don't apologies Angel, please. It is what it is"

"D-did you ever tell your mother what happened?"

"Yeah, when I woke up I told her straight away. Broke her heart even more. They separated for about two years and for some reason she got back with him, I was so pissed at her but then I found out it wasn't because she loves him but for the money"

"That's... I-"

"I know ah, but yeah Tony was working on prosthetics and a few months later he met up with my ma and next thing I know I'm being fitted with this" he turns his arm around to show her "I had to get it upgraded a few times"

"It's pretty"

"Pretty? You really think so?"

"Yes, is it heavy?"

"At first it was but I'm used to it now so"

"C-can I touch it?"

"Of course"

"Do-do you feel anything?"

"I do, not very often though" Bucky sat there watching Theo's finger slowly move up and down on his arm, it felt like she was trickling a feather up and down the metal prosthetic.

Later that night Bucky had Theo back in his their bed, after sharing a few more kisses and shy blushes from Theo, they let sleep over take them.

Bucky slept peacefully for the first time in just over a week now that he had his Angel in his arms.

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‘tis the damn season - part 2

Pairing: Will Ramos x OFC (Genevieve/Viv/Vivvy)

Content Warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, angst, hurt - no comfort, brief mentions of child abuse, panic attacks, mentions of death/dying, brief mentions of violence/threats of violence, Will Ramos is stubborn as hell.

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Author’s note: There’s a lot more Will in this part and I promise there will be even more in future parts. Also, this one is probably going to hurt because it hurt me while I wrote it. Soooo…. Sorry 😬 Enjoy 😊

Will’s POV

The snow crunches beneath Will’s feet as he heads towards the cafe. That morning, he woke up with a sore throat and decided he’d grab some hot tea before practice that morning. He couldn’t afford to lose his voice now. Lorna was going on tour next month and they had a lot of kinks to work out with their set.

Leaving the cafe, Will heads in the direction of the warehouse. Traffic in front of the cafe was absurd. He could walk down the opposite way to a slower intersection, cut across and then walk back up. The only problem was that it would take him past the park.

He avoided the park as much as he could

“Man, it’s been eight years. Get over it.” he says out loud to himself.

As he walks past the park, he sees the gazebo. There was a light dusting of snow on the roof and the stairs. Christmas garlands were attached to each railing. Icicle lights were hanging from the top railings and Christmas wreaths were adorning each post.

It looked like something out of a Christmas card.

Will walks up the steps and stands in the middle of the structure. He couldn’t remember the last time he had come here. It looked the same but had a fresh coat of paint. A moment of panic sets in as he sets his tea down and steps onto the railing. Hoisting himself up he stands on his tiptoes to look into the rafters.

The entirety of the area had been painted white. Fuck, where is it? He couldn’t see it. It had been forever but he knew it was on this side. He couldn’t see it. His heart sank. It was gone. He started to lower himself down but something caught his eye off to the side. A faint etching into the wood that he would have missed if he hadn’t turned just so.

“W <3’s V 4eva”

Will let out the breath he was holding; a sharp pain shooting through his chest. It was a pain he hadn’t felt in a long time. The feeling struck him so hard it made his knees weak and he had to hold on to the post next to him to keep from falling off the railing.

It should have been a meaningless little thing. He had made that mark when he was a teenager, barely sixteen. Thirteen years later and he can still remember every moment of that day. How she smelled of cinnamon and cherries. The way her dark red hair fell in waves and would get tangled in the buttons of her coat. How red her nose and cheeks got from the cold. Her green eyes sparkling as she looked at the Christmas lights.

God dammit, he hated this time of year.

Will arrives at the warehouse to see Moke and Austin standing outside.

“Get here when you can, brother.” Moke exclaims, grinning.

“Fuck are you talking about, dude? I’m early as always.” Will responds.

“Practice was supposed to start 20 minutes ago, dumbass.” Austin pipes in.

Will checks his phone and he in fact was not early at all. His detour took a little longer than he thought. He looks up sheepishly and both guys burst out laughing.

“Sorry, guys.”

Adam slaps him on the back. “Don’t worry about it, man. Adam and Andrew are inside arguing about guitar stuff.”

“That’s why we’re out here.” Moke adds. “If I had to hear them fight like an old married couple for one more second I was going to shove Archey’s drumsticks in my ears.”

Will laughs loudly as they dramatically act out the guitarists argument.

Initially, he doesn’t see the woman with long dark red hair pass by but he notices her stop suddenly. For a split second he figures that she’s lost but then it hits him. The scent of cinnamon and cherries.

The scent is all-consuming. It fills his nostrils and in a millisecond seven years of memories flash before his eyes. She turns around slowly, making eye contact with him and he’s sure he’s fucking dreaming because it can’t be her.

“Shit.” he hears her say and that’s her voice. How is she here? Why is she here? After all this time..

He calls after her and she doesn’t stop. In fact, she picks up her pace. So, he takes off after her.

“Will! Where the fuck are you going?” Austin yells at his friend as he takes off running but it was no use. Will was on a mission.

Will continues to call after her and she refuses to stop. He feels dizzy, nauseated, and desperate because if he can just get a hand on her. Just touch her so he can know she’s real and he’s not crazy.

“Goddammit, Genevieve, stop!” Finally catching up with her, he grabs her by the arm and spins her around to face him.

They stare at each other for what seems like an eternity. He wonders what’s going through her mind. He can’t seem to gather his thoughts because he’s still trying to grasp onto the fact that she’s actually here in front of him.

Somehow, she was even more beautiful than the last time he saw her.

The last time he saw her.

Will recalls the moment she left and the shooting pain in his chest returns. Anger rushes through him and without thinking, his grip on her arm tightens. Tears begin to form in the corner of her eyes and she shifts uncomfortably. Realization settles in and he lets go, internally chastising himself. It doesn’t matter how long she’s been gone. He knows better.

He glances at her again and even though the tears are still there he can tell she’s not panicking anymore. Her tears are for an entirely different reason. The moment is so overwhelming he can nearly feel his own forming but being the stubborn man that he is, he blinks them away. Will is not going to give her the satisfaction of thinking she still has that much of an effect on him.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” she states matter-of-factly.

Will laughs humorlessly. “Seriously? After all these years, that’s all I get?”

Gen narrows her eyes and folds her arms across her chest.

“Right, because ‘what the fuck are you doing here?’ is so much better?”

“I think I have every right to be frustrated, Viv.”

“Don’t call me that.” she says firmly.

Will raises his eyebrows. “And what exactly am I supposed to call you?”

“If it’s all the same to you, Will, I’d prefer it if we just didn’t interact at all. I’m only here because I wasn’t given a choice and I plan to leave as soon as possible.”

A mixture of anger and desperation rises in him again. He wasn’t expecting her to jump into his arms but he didn’t think she’d blow him off like this. He needed something. More than this. He didn’t know how she could just pretend like this moment meant nothing to her when it meant everything to him.

Would he actually admit to that, though? Of course not.

He laughs and shakes his head. “Always in such a hurry to leave. Of course, I'm not surprised. It’s your favorite thing to do.”

This time, Gen laughs, but it’s the coldest laugh Will has ever heard. She steps closer to him and their faces are so close they are almost touching. Her perfume fills his nostrils again and he wishes he could start their conversation over. Tell her he was sorry for everything and kiss her breathless but it was too late. He ruined everything, once again.

All because of his goddamn pride.

“As much as I would love to stand here all day and rehash old wounds, Ramos, I have better things to do. Like bury my piece of shit father, for starters.”

Will doesn’t even get a chance to speak before she’s walking away from him. She never looks back at him for a moment but he watches her until her figure disappears.

Gen’s POV

Gen walks until the tears falling down her face begin to burn and her lungs start to hurt from the cold air. She was two blocks from the lawyer’s office but she couldn’t move anymore. She stops and sits on a bench in front of a random store in an attempt to collect herself.

She scrubs her shaking hands over her face and tries to control her breathing. She’s barely been back home for a few hours and she already ran into him. She hated being from such a small town.

“Always in such a hurry to leave… it’s your favorite thing to do.”

Will’s voice echoes on repeat in her mind until her head begins to pound. He knows damn well why I left. Gen thinks to herself. Who the fuck is he to throw that in my face?

Through the years she must have rehearsed their first conversation upon reuniting a hundred times. It was never something she expected to actually happen, but she was always preparing for shit like that. She knew it would be overwhelming and emotional but when she imagined it, she always handled it in a calm and practical manner.

Clearly, it’s much different when the person who broke your heart is standing right in front of you. It didn’t stop her from regretting the way she reacted. The way he grabbed her and the emotional whiplash from their sudden reunion had her adrenaline pumping. Agitation and being defensive were her go-to responses.

Gen knew that he didn’t intend to grab her like that. He knew better. It was embarrassing that it still affected her the way that it did.

Gen sighs shakily and checks her phone. She had five minutes to be at Mr. Shaw’s office. Her pity party would have to wait until later.

“Ms. Castillo, I’m Nathan Shaw. Thank you so much for coming in on such short notice.” The man extends his hand to Gen and she accepts it. He was younger than she expected, late thirties at the oldest. His dirty blonde hair was slicked back and his eyes were a piercing blue. When he flashes a smile at her, she concludes that feature alone wins a lot of his cases.

“It’s Taylor, actually. I told your secretary that on the phone yesterday. Anna, I believe?”

He glances down at the paper. “Oh, yes! She’s written it right here. My apologies, Ms. Taylor. Or is it Mrs?”

Gen has to bite back a laugh. “No, sir. It’s definitely still Ms.” She holds up her left hand to show him her bare ring finger.

Mr. Shaw smiles softly. “Very good, Ms. Taylor.”

She shifts uncomfortably in her seat. “If you don’t mind. How did you find me? My father and I haven’t spoken in years.”

“He had your phone number and address listed for us to call in the event of his death.”

Gen pauses for a moment, unsure how she feels that he actually had her address this whole time. “It’s just that… I changed my name and my contact information years ago, so that he couldn’t find me. I just don’t understand how he even had that information to give to you.”

Mr. Shaw looks at her over his glasses, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly. He flips back to the front page of the packet in front of him and turns it around to where Gen can look at it. She scoots up to the end of her chair to get a better look as he points to a particular paragraph.

I, Gabriel Fernando Castillo, am a widower. I was married to Margaret Anaïs Taylor Castillo on September 13, 1993, who died on August 9, 2007. We had one child, Genevieve Gabriela Castillo, who was born on August 11, 1994.

Genevieve Gabriela Castillo. Her eyes read the one line over and over again. God, she despises that name.

“What are you showing me this for, Mr. Shaw?” she asks, pointedly.

An amused look spreads across his face. “Ms. Taylor, with all due respect, if you wanted to change your name so your father couldn’t find you.” He pauses for a moment, considering his next statement carefully. “Your mother’s maiden name maybe wasn’t the best choice.”

Three hours, one panic attack, and a lot of kleenex later, Gen’s appointment with Nathan Shaw was finished.

Gabriel left her everything. His house. His car. An oddly large sum of money that was left in his bank accounts that she didn’t dare question its origin. Before she changed her name and number for good, he had called her relentlessly asking for money. No doubt having drunk it all up.

According to Mr. Shaw, that was what killed him. His liver failed and he chose to waste away at home instead of in the hospital waiting for an organ transplant. Mr. Shaw warned her that the house wasn’t in the best shape since he spent the last several months bedridden and would rarely let anyone in. He assured her, however, that “the mess” from his death had been cleaned up so she wouldn’t have to worry about that.

Oh, right. If it wasn’t enough for her to inherit her childhood home that held enough traumatic memories for a lifetime, it’s now potentially haunted by the ghost of her father? Nope. Nothing to worry about at all. She didn’t even believe in ghosts, but if anyone would come back to haunt her, that fucker would.

Considering her options, she decided to sell the house and the car. They were of no use to her. The money in Gabriel’s accounts would go towards whatever repairs were needed to make the house sellable and the rest she’d donate to charity.

Gen didn’t need him or his money. Dead or not she sure as hell wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of thinking she did.

So, now, it would appear that her whirlwind trip home would be much longer than anticipated. The realization of which caused her panic attack. Mr. Shaw’s sweet secretary, Anna, came rushing in his office with kleenex and water to help. Once she calmed down, Gen told Anna whatever Mr. Shaw was paying her wasn’t enough. Anna just smiled sweetly and headed back to her desk.

Another hour and a half later, the funeral arrangements had been made. The visitation would be Sunday at noon with the funeral immediately afterwards. A four hour affair where Gen would have to smile and pretend to care as people she hadn’t seen in years told her how wonderful her father was and how they can’t believe she’s been gone so long.

She felt nauseous already.

She took a deep breath, cracking her neck and massaging her jaw in an attempt to ease the tension from the day. She was in desperate need of food and a shower. She decided to head to her hotel, order takeout, and call it a night. She couldn’t bring herself to go to Gabriel’s house tonight. She would go tomorrow when she was rested and her head was clear.

As Gen laid in bed, she reflected on her day. Now that it was over, it all felt like a fever dream. She thought of Will’s face. The way it shifted from frustration to guilt when she told him why she was there. She had called him Ramos. She only called him that when she was mad and he hated it. She knew that, though, and said it on purpose.

She did it for the exact same reason he took a jab at her for leaving. There’s an ache in her. An ache caused by all the years of pain from her mother dying, her father drinking to cope with the loss and the abuse that followed afterwards. Will became her escape. He was always there to protect and comfort her.

One night, Will nearly beat her father unconscious after he had broken Gen’s ribs again for not cleaning the dishes the way he liked them. He was only seventeen at the time. Gabriel was an asshole, but he wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t going to put himself at risk of an investigation, so he didn’t say anything. After that night, the physical abuse stopped but the psychological abuse became worse. Will promised Gen that as soon as she turned eighteen, he was moving her in with him.

The day of her eighteenth birthday, Will moved her into his apartment. He had saved for months and managed to get one just a few weeks before her birthday. It was small and they barely had any furniture, but she didn’t care. Gabriel tracked her down and tried causing a scene but Will told him if he came near her or touched her again he’d make sure he didn’t wake up that time.

Gen was finally able to heal. She felt safe and secure at home for the first time in five years. They were both working and making enough to pay their bills with a little extra. She started college. For once, everything was going well.

The only problem was that she hated Westwood. It was too small for her and despite the memories she made with Will, it was filled with too many bad ones. She wanted out. She had a degree and had developed a strong skill set in music as an audio technician at the small recording studio she worked at and wanted to pursue a career as a recording engineer.

The owner of the studio had connections all over the country and was able to get her a job in New York. Gen was ecstatic and ran home to Will to tell him the good news. He had been supportive of her dream and told her he’d go anywhere for her.

However, when she told him it was finally happening, his face dropped. A silence fell between them that she had never experienced in all of the years they had been together. He stood from his seat on the couch, looked at her firmly, and told her no.

No? What did he mean “no”?

He meant no. She wasn’t going. He wasn’t going. They weren’t going.

Will’s reason was that she could do the same job in New Jersey that she could in New York. She argued that, while true, New York would give her a lot more opportunities to work with different artists and producers. Not to mention a lot more money.

He continued to refuse. Telling Gen it was a waste of time and attempting to educate her on how expensive New York is but it just came out as condescending. She explained how much extra she would be making and it may be hard at first but it would be worth it in the end.

When that didn’t work, he tried to explain that he had finally become comfortable with his band and didn’t want to mess that up by leaving. He also mentioned his family was in Westwood and they couldn’t just abandon them. She called him selfish and pointed out that New York was less than two hours by train. Not across the fucking country.

Gen was distraught and confused. Where was this coming from? This was not the Will she had known for so long. He had never tried to hold her back or tell her she couldn’t do anything. If she didn’t know any better, he almost seemed desperate to keep her in Westwood with him. But why?

After hours of arguing, he became silent again. He stood in front of the glass door that led out to their patio and just stared into the darkness. After what seemed like forever, he raked his hand through his curls and exhaled harshly like he had to prepare himself for what he was about to say.

“I love you, Vivvy… but you’re not going to make it in New York. You’re good at what you do but they’ll eat you alive up there. You’re not going and that’s final.”

Part Three

[rosenbergamot]

What about the word: mistake

YIPPEE ok i found this old silly fic i was writing ab vampire mumbo and nobody knowing or believing that hes a vampire. its just like little snippets until the big reveal and i think im gonna pick it back up bc it was fun and silly and i enjoyed it. heres a small scene from it!!

There’s someone approaching; he hears him clunking down the stairs. Judging by the scent (all warm wet moss and Etho’s deodorant) it’s absolutely Bdubs. He turns to see him, wiping a trail of blood off of his mouth with his suit jacket-- he’d gotten a little aggressive while feeding, made a little mistake, killed a villager, all that. 

“Hi Mumbo-- oh my gosh!” He trips on the last step as he sees the blood. Smells very much like Etho. They must have just stopped hanging out. Why on Earth is he here, then? “W-What the heck? Are you okay?! My god, he’s bleeding everywhere! I don’t know first aid! What should I do?”

His friend frantically runs around, searching for a first aid kit or a potion or anything. It’s quite silly of him. There isn’t even a visible wound. He looks perfectly fine.

“BdoubleO, I’m perfectly fine! Calm down, man!”

He stops so quickly it should leave an indent in the stone. “Then why the heck is there so much blood everywhere, Mumbo? Huh?”

“Just doing my daily feeding is all.” 

“You eat blood?!” He cries out, face paling. The allay part of him makes a distressed chiming sound before he slaps a hand over his mouth, clearly embarrassed. “Is that a thing humans do? I need to ask Iskall next time I see them…” 

What.

“No, it’s a vampire thing, mate… like the first thing people think of when you say vampire.” 

“Oh, Mumbo, you’re such a prankster!” He slaps his knee. “You set this whole thing up just to make a vampire joke? That’s freakin’ rich, man. Do you not have anything else to do?”

His eyes narrow. “No, BdoubleO, I suppose I don’t have anything else to do.” 

“You should probably get a hobby! Just saying!” He chirps very helpfully. The villagers have started to recuperate. Their ire has been forgotten as he turns to stare at them. He hopes his eyes communicate the ‘what the absolute hell?’ sort of vibe he’s going for. They seem just as puzzled as he does, twin puncture wounds on each of their necks. 

He sucks a bit of stray blood off his fang. “You know what, Bdubs? I think you’re right. Maybe my new hobby will be convincing people I’m a vampire.” 

“You’re gonna have to get more convincing than this,” Bdubs gestures to all the blood. “I mean, I thought you were injured or something! Thank goodness you’re not-- though I do know how to take care of it. Licensed first aid and all that.”

He just nods and tries to look very convinced. “I’m sure you do. Now why are you in my trading hall…?” 

Bdubs launches into a rant about how he ran out of building materials halfway through constructing his stable, but all Mumbo can think about is how strange it is that this has happened twice. Do people… really not know?

[lifesver]

@poisoneous cont from here

he doesn't know how long he's been running, kiting her and the scarred bastard in the basement. how many dirty crawlspaces and gaps in the brick that he's forced his way through, scraped the hell out of his arms. all in a desperate effort to distract these people away from his friends. ( his friends — god knows where the hell they are, now. if they were even okay — ) the tunnels had felt endless, but finding his way upstairs wasn't much of a comfort, either. his energy dwindles, his open wounds scream with every stumbled movement. worse, he was beginning to feel the effects of the strange dust the woman had blown into his face. it made his head hazy. it made his throat want to close up.

vision swoops; and he can't tell where he is, anymore. taxidermy-ridden hallway tilts sideways on him. or maybe it's just his knees hitting the wood floor. he barely catches himself on his palms, shocks of pain bolting up his wrists. his vision bursts red-green-black, dances and spots out with shapes and darkness. his breathing rattles and labours against bruised ribs.

leland can hear her approaching — the one that had hunted him down so relentlessly. her off-kilter sing-song, her out-of-place friendliness. in contrast to the violent swipes of her straight razor, the woman now crouches before him, cradles his face in delicate hands. almost gentle. but he knew — he knew she was just like all the other monsters here. this whole house. full of monsters.

he wonders if he'll die, here. he knows he will, if he doesn't keep fighting. if he doesn't try to get away from her. he's just so tired. he feels his grasp on consciousness slipping. baseline survival instincts try to ring the sirens in his head, but they're further off now. you can't die here. you can't die. helplessly, he leans into her palm. her voice was so soft, lilted with a honey-sweet warmth that lulls his gaze to unfocus slightly. his blood is on her hands. he can see the red in his peripherals. she calls him sugar. she says she'll take care of him.

stay awake. stay awake — but it would be so easy to close his eyes, wouldn't it?

❝ are you going to kill me?❞ he rasps out, struggling to search her expression. the woman is in double-vision. smiling, smiling at him, like it's all okay. was it? leland's eyes flutter open-shut, weakly; ❝ … please just. please — let my friends go. i'll do... i'll do anything.❞ delirious, whispered strings of pleas, that undoubtedly won't change a damn thing. the last ounce of logic in his head shouts; you're going to die! you're going to die, and you're begging for the lives of your friends. stupid, pointless. if these people gave a fuck about any of you, they wouldn't have done this. they wouldn't be hunting you down like animals.

now he's staring down the blood, as if putting the pieces of the puzzle together in delay. a quick glance down verifies that although the open cuts flared across his chest and arms are numerous, the grisly trail toward the stairs — it isn't from him. it's a messy, dark path, smeared with handprints, scrapes in the wood. someone who had fought. one of his friends. it led to the mouth of that red doorway. those horrible animal skulls on the wall —

suddenly, he's desperate, suddenly his brows furrow in confusion, in dawning horror. burning, wet eyes flick up to the woman's, searching, again, for some kind of answer. anything, anything but his worst nightmare.

❝ w — what the hell did you people do to them?❞

[scarisd3ad]

The grabbed | vance hopper x f!reader

Chapter four

To be honest I don’t like this one as much as I wish I did, I feel like it’s a bit cheesy but I needed to implement the vance x reader somehow. (Disclaimer this isn’t all cheesy it’s just a portion at the end that I feel like is trying to hard the rest is basically normal tbp creepy middle aged man basement)

Warnings - PEDOPHILIA! A lot of it god I didn’t realize all of the weird shit I made albert say until editing it. Like he’s weird but it’s not much off from his character.

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3 days

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙤𝙫

Max sat at kitchen table, a bowl of cereal sat in front of him. his brother Albert sat across from him news paper in hand. "Where the hell is y/n?" Max said in between bites. "Shit I forget to tell you..she didn't come home last night I think she stayed the night at the yamadas." Max's brain instantly went into panic mode. Y/n wouldn't just not tell anyone she was staying over with Bruce. Y/n wasn't like that, max was panicking. She might've just forgotten, but then again the grabber. So he sprang up from his chair sprinting towards the telephone. What he missed was the psychotic grin on his brother face, that might've given a clue to where his daughter was. He quickly tried to remember the yamada's phone number. 303-756 that's all he could remember, he'd only called the yamadas a handful of times normally albert would do it.

"303-756-2246" albert chuckled. Max sighed pressing in the numbers before listening to the phone ring. Albert smiled at his brothers short lived relief he knew in just a few minutes his brother would become a mess. And albert was going to get a kick out of it.

"Hello?" Mrs yamada said. Max sighed again "is y/n there? She didn't come home last night."

"No"

Max's eyes widened, she was gone. She was really gone. "Oh..I'm sorry for bothering you" he said before quickly hanging up the phone. Max collapsed to his knees. She was gone. He was a shitty dad, he knew that. But he was really trying to work on it. He wanted to be more present in her life. He was really trying.

Hot tears fell down his cheeks before he stood back up. Albert had a sadistic grin on his face. He loved when the entire town went frantic looking for his victims, and getting to see his latest victims dad breaking down in front of him was just amazing.

911.

The phone rang for a good two minutes before the operator picked up.

"911 what's your emergency?"

"My daughter she..she didn't come home last night" he said as tears streamed down his cheeks.

"Okay what's her name?"

-

At the yamada mrs yamada was walking up the stairs. Her heart had broken into two, she had to tell her oldest child that his best friend had just gone missing. The yamadas were close with y/n, very close. She spent several nights over at their house, they practically saw her as an extra daughter.

She knocked on Bruce's door a few times before hearing him say "come in!" From the other side. Bruce was standing next his bed stuffing books into his bag.

"Y/n didn't come home last night"

Bruce slowly turned around, she told him she was fine. God she was so stubborn. "W-what?" He stuttered out tears forming in his waterline. "Y/n she didn't come home last night." Mrs yamada repeated. He didn't want to believe he had gotten her. "No.." he whispered as he looked up at his mom. "M-mom" Mrs yamada instantly took her eldest son into her arms as he sobbed. "She said she'd be okay."

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Y/n's pov

12 hours earlier

My eyes slowly opened as I felt my body drop onto a mattress. The familiar smell dust, and blood. "If you're gonna act like a naughty boy you're gonna be treated like one." Then I heard a large metal door close, and I knew exactly where I was. I was in the fucking basement. I slowly sat up examining the welts and bruises on my arm. Vance was curled up beside me, my emotions started to set in, realizing I was stuck down here. I was going to die. I stood up my bottom lip wobbling as tears formed in my eyes. I walked over to the door. I pulled on it hoping praying that it would somehow open. "No,no, no,no" I sobbed as I sank down onto the ground. Broken sobs shook through my body.

I was going to die, that was the only thing going through my mind. I was going to die, I was never going to see my dad, or mom, or Bruce ever again. I was going to die. I buried my face in my hands, letting my tears fall down onto my palms and trickle down my arm. "Hey? Y/n?" I lifted my head up from my palms to see vance now sat up staring at me. "Holy shit what happened to you?" He whispered, I shook my head tears still flowing down my cheeks. "I don't want to die" I whispered as I stood up walking back over to the mattress. I sat down next to him as he shook his head. "We aren't gonna die, he is" I shook my head "I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die" I repeated as i was hyperventilating. My breathing was staggered, my hands were shaking, salty tears rolled down my cheeks eventually pooling into my mouth. "Hey calm the hell down!" He shouted. "C-can't" i muttered, he took my face in his hands, "calm the fuck down!" He said. His thumbs carressing my cheeks wiping at my tears. "If you don't calm the hell down we're never gonna get out of here." I nodded slowly. "Just breath" I inhaled my breathing still shaky, and exhaled. My nerves calming down.

-

"We're gonna have to use things we can find down here" Vance said. I didn't know what time it was I just knew it had been a few hours since I got down here. I could see that it was still dark out so I assumed it was around two or three in the morning. I sat next to vance on the mattress, my hands stuffed in my pockets and my head leaned on his shoulder. It was cold, so cold down here at night. My hands were ice cold. "I found a bit of wire that was pulled out, I think...I think it's from one of the others. We can use that" I hadn't talked much, I just nodded my head along to whatever Vance said. My entire body still stung from the belt. If I talked I'd probably just start to cry. And I knew Vance didn't want to deal with me crying again. For some reason I just wanted my dad right now. He had never been present in my life but I just needed comfort. I just wanted to hug someone I trusted. Why didn't I just go to my moms house. If I went I wouldn't be stuck down here. I was regretting every life choice I had ever made. If I went to my moms I'd probably be spending time with my grandpa watching cartoons, or baking. I wouldn't be down here with giant bruises covering my arms and legs.

"Hey? Are you listening?"

I snapped out of my thoughts and stared back up at vance. "Goddammit!" He groaned as he buried his face into his right hand rubbing at his eyes. "I'm sorry" I said quietly, my voice meek and small. I was kind of scared of vance. I feel like everyone was scared of vance, no one wanted to piss him off. And I just pissed him off. "It's fine..it's fine" he said lifting his head back up and rolled his eyes. Wow, he didn't even cuss me out? What the fuck? I knew he wouldn't able to beat me up but he didn't even call me a dumbass.

Both our heads quickly turned towards the door as we heard the metal squeak and the large door hitting against the wall.

"Awe look how cute you two are" Albert said the same mask with the devil horns covering his face as he walked towards us. He sat crissed crossed in front of us. "Don't touch her" Vance said in a very protective tone. Alberts loud chuckle was muffled by his mask. "You think I care what you say..."

"She's my niece..."

"You don't think I've already touched her?"

I didn't even remember him touching me, in a sexual or abusive manner. He laughed loudly like he was just shoving it in my face. Vance's eyes were widened his fist clenched. Vance used all his strength kicking albert right in the chest. Albert fell back laughing he was a fucking psycho. FUCKING PSYCHO. "You like her that much, that you're getting tough again?" Vance's face was scrunched up in anger. "I'm not gonna hurt her anymore calm down" Albert whispered.

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Bruce's pov

She was gone, she was really gone. Y/n was gone. I'd probably never see her again. I sat in math class staring at the empty seat next to me. "Bruce?" I turned around in my seat to see stacy standing there a small smile on her face. she walked around the desk behind me and sat in y/n's seat. She was sitting in y/n's seat. "You wanna come over to my house later?" She asked twisting a piece of her hair on her pointer finger. "No thanks I just wanna go home later" I mumbled, "oh.." Stacy frowned "maybe I could come over later?"

I shook my head "can't sorry." I missed y/n so much, and it had only been a day! How was i going to get through the rest of my life if they didn't find her. I hadn't spent a day without here since the third grade when she ended up going to school in Durango instead of here. I had to find y/n, even if it was the last think I did. I needed to find her. I leaned my head onto my palm closing my eyes. I was worried about y/n all last night, I just had this gut feeling that something had happened to her. But she was strong, I had seen her beat the shit out of moose until he couldn't see straight. How come she couldn't fight off the grabber. My eyes slowly closed causing me to drift off into slumber.

Suddenly there I was standing at the edge of elm and wrangler. Watching as y/n walked slowly down the street. She noticed a black van up at the end of the road. "God dammit" I heard her groan. I followed after her slowly. The van really seemed to scare her. Then once she passed the van the person inside began to shout at her. Telling her to get into the van, I'd recognize that voice anywhere. It was her uncle! It was Albert. She wouldn't look up at him she just shook her head before she began to sprint. She ran and ran. Alberts van following after her getting faster and faster.

Until it past her taking a sharp turn and stopping in front of her. She had no time to stop. She slammed right into it and fell right back onto the ground. Her head slamming against the ground with a loud BANG! She wimpered as she held her head in her hand trying to stop the blood that was pouring out of her head. I tried to scream, scream at her to get up and run. But I couldn't she couldn't hear me. Albert go out of his car a large belt in hand as he approached her.

He kneeled down next to her and smirked. "I thought you were smarter than that...oh well" before raising the belt over his head. Y/n cried and wimpered asking him not to hurt her and that she wouldn't tell anyone. He didn't listen he just brought the belt back down onto her thigh.

"Bruce?" I gasped as I sat up to see Mrs Thompson kneeled down next to me. "You're needed in the principals office" I nodded as I stood up groggily and made my way to the door. Is that why she had been scared of Albert yesterday. What was I kidding it was just a dream. Just a dream.

I stuffed my hands into my pockets as I walked slowly down the hallway. Kids that were late sped past me sending me soft smiles and waves as they did so. News spread fast, especially when kids had gone missing. It was a small world..small town everybody knew in a matter of a couple hours. New curfews were being put into place already, the last one getting revoked after about a month after Vance hopper went missing. People were already beginning to drive their kids to and from school instead of letting them walk. This had always happened since griffin stagg gotten abducted. He was only seven at the time so the curfews and walking home business was only geared towards the elementary school students. Then everything went silent for a couple years. No one had found griffin but no other kids had gone missing so everything went back to normal. Well until billy showalter went missing he was my age 12 or 13 at the time. No one knew if it was the same guy who took griffin people just assumed. Then just a few months later vance hopper went missing. That's when the police knew it was serial. A man in a black van abducting boys from the ages of 7 to 15. If he took boys then why the hell did he take y/n. Why the hell did he have to take her away from me.

Why? Why? Why?

I now stood in front of the principals office. I took a deep breath in before pushing open the door. Mrs Keller stood in front of two men who looked about in they're mid forty's. "Bruce yamada this is detective wright and detective walker" she said pointing to each man. I nodded "Mr yamada" they pointed toward a chair in front of two others. "They would like to talk to you about something" she said before returning to her seat.

"Is it true you're friends with y/n Shaw?" Detective wright asked. I nodded "yeah" detective walker had a pen and notepad in his hands. "Okay so when was the last time you saw y/n?" Each of my hands sat in each arm rest, my finger tapping against the leather. "Last night..she walked me home at about 7:30..I think" they both nodded detective walker jotting down something on his notepad. "Okay..was she acting any out of the ordinary?" I nodded "yeah.." I sighed before placing both of my hands in my lap fidgeting with my fingers. "Okay..how was she acting?"

"Just weird I guess. She told me about something she found in her house...And I asked about it" both men nodded "she told me she couldn't tell me..and of course I pried at bit until she told me.." detective walker continued to write, and detective wright nodded "what did she tell you?"

"She told me...th-that if she told me what she found. He'd hurt her..or me I don't know" I mumbled "who's he?" I shrugged my shoulders "I don't really know..but I think she was talking about her uncle. They were acting really weird around each other last night."

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Y/n's pov

My entire body ached, just shifting my body around was uncomfortable. My head felt like it was being squeezed to oblivion, and my ears rang. Every bruise and welt on my body had began to turn a deep purple or red color. Just touching the splotches felt like I was dying. I wanted to die, I just wanted him to finish me off. Kill me already.

I was curled up on the mattress, my hand stuffed between my thighs as I tried to warm them up. The sudden feeling of nausea washed over me. "I feel like I'm gonna puke" i muttered. I could practically feel Vance's eyes roll "don't get it on me" he said back. I groaned rolling myself onto my back. "I swear to god if you puke on me-"

"I'm not gonna puke I just feel like it" i grumbled "same thing" he muttered back. I rolled my eyes and scooted my body up a bit so my head sat in his lap. His eyebrows knitted together as he stared down at me. "What the hell are you doing?" He muttered, "it's cold...you're warm."

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3rd person pov

Vance now stared down at the sleeping girl laying in his lap. He never felt like this way towards anyone. It had felt like his heart stopped. Why the hell did he feel like this? She was just cold, and sad. She didn't even like him like that. He hesitantly moved his hand towards her head before slowly running his hands through her hair. She smiled softly in her sleep before burying her head further into his thigh. God the just made the butterflies in his stomach go rampant.

"She's pretty isn't she"

Vance's head snapped up to see the grabber. The grabber was disgusting, he was a murderous, pedophilic man who had a crush on his underage niece. He stood at the door with his mouth less mask on. Was Vance that distracted that he didn't hear the door open? "What are you doing here?" Vance muttered lowly. "Just wanted to look at you guys" the grabber said as he began to approach the two. Vance tensed up, it wasn't often that Vance was scared of anyone. Normally people were scared of him, even grown men and women. But Vance was terrified of the grabber. Ever since the first time the grabber beat him. At first vance wasn't scared, he was confident in his ability to be able to beat the shit out of the grabber and escape. But that wasn't the case, some how the grabber was 10x strong than vance, easily knocking him out and hurting him.

In several different ways.

"I'm not gonna hurt her anymore. I already said that" the grabber said in false sweetness. The grabber always talked like that he used a sweet high pitched voice while talking to any of his victims trying to reel them in. Make them believe they were safe, that they weren't going to die. But it was always somehow just a bit to sinister. The grabber never actual was going to keep any of his victims alive, he just said that he was. He even planned on killing y/n. He always planned on killing them no matter what.

“Hey Albert!”

The grabber quickly snapped his head around towards the door. He said “I’ll be back” before standing up and sprinting towards the door. Finally he left, but vance was still angry. His fists were clenched and his face was scrunched up obviously unhappy.

That’s when Vance knew they had to kill him. He had to get out of here. If he wasn’t able to kill him then what was he worth anyways. So Vance decided that if he wasnt able to kill the grabber he wanted to be dead. If he wasn’t able to do it at least the grabber would kill him for trying.

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[clareguilty]

Arthur Morgan/reader, desperate sex

Here is my second fic for kinktober! The next should be up on Wdnesday <3

Arthur Morgan/fem!reader | desperate sex, dominant Arthur Mentions of death and injury, mild angst. I made the cowboy cry. Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~2000

“Who goes there?” a gruff voice demanded as you rode up the trail to camp.

“It’s just me, Bill,” you called back, tipping your tattered hat.

“What the hell?!” He blinked and rubbed his eyes like he couldn’t believe you were right in front of him. “You’re alive?”

You grinned, opening your arms wide. “You can’t get rid of me that easy.”

He watched dumbfounded as you rode the rest of the way up to Horseshoe Overlook. You had been gone more than a few days, and your worst fear was that the gang would have packed up and left. The job had gone terribly -- so terribly you had been stranded and lost with no way back -- which was a good reason for the gang to move on to somewhere where the law didn’t know their faces.

But everything was exactly the same. People milled about, scrubbing or packing or chopping. Dutch’s gramophone played on, louder than a dynamite blast and seemingly never ending.

“What in god’s name?” Hosea took one look at you, bruised and battered and covered in every inch of wilderness you had hiked through trying to get back to camp.

“Glad to see y’all are still here.” You groaned in pain as you slid out of the saddle, smacking your ‘borrowed’ horse on the rump and pointing her back to the road. “Go on, girl. Find your way back home.”

The horse slowly headed back the way it came. Hosea was staring at you.

“I know,” you frowned. “I look terrible.”

“No,” Hosea waved his hand, shaking his head. “It’s not that -- though you do look like shit. We thought you were dead. We mourned you.”

It was your turn to look taken aback. “Dead? You gave up on me that quick?”

“Sweetheart.” He gripped your arm as if he was still trying to convince himself you were real. “You fell off a bridge. Those rapids… the rocks…” he trailed off.

You grimaced. “It certainly wasn’t my best performance.”

“There wasn’t any time to go back and look for you, but we weren’t even sure we would have found a body.” He looked ashamed. “We failed you.”

“No,” you took his hands in yours, squeezing. “You did what you had to do. I couldn’t bear it if you had lost someone trying to come back for me.”

Sean was walking by, bottle in hand. He did a double take when he saw you standing there, glanced at his bottle, and then back at you. “You mean Dutch gave that long fancy speech for nothing? You had better not die again.”

You laughed and shot him a wink. “I don’t plan on it.”

Sean seemed satisfied with that response. “Your man’s been a right mess since we lost you. Hopefully he quits moping around all the time now.”

“Arthur?” you glanced around. “Is he alright? Where is he?”

Sean shrugged. “Probably the same place he’s been for a week now.”

You turned to Hosea, desperate. “Where?”

“He’s been at his wagon mostly. I didn’t want him going out in the state he’s been in.”

His words only made you more worried. You had finally made it back to camp. All you had been able to think about -- the only thing on your mind as you clawed your way out that ravine and stumbled through the woods -- was that you had to get back to him. You couldn’t leave him. “Is he hurt? Did something happen?”

Hosea didn’t get the chance to answer. Whispers of your arrival back at camp must have spread fast, because Mary-Beth was dragging Arthur by the arm to where you and Hosea were standing.

“Arthur.” You were running -- as fast as you could move with all your injuries and exhaustion. He finally saw you, freezing in place and staring in disbelief.

You slammed into his chest, flinging your arms around him.

He hesitated before returning your embrace, leaning in to bury his face in the crook of your neck. The two of you stood there for a long while as you sniffled into his chest. Arthur held you tightly, as if you would disappear if he let go.

“Isn’t this sweet,” a familiar booming voice rang out. “Glad to see you alive and well, dear.” You didn’t even turn to look at Dutch. Not when Arthur was clinging to you.

The ground disappeared beneath your feet and you found yourself hoisted over Arthur’s shoulder. The crowd that had gathered around the two of you dispersed as he stalked across camp. The world flipped right side up again as Arthur sat you on his horse, swinging into the saddle behind you and taking off at a full gallop.

You made it to Valentine in record time. The ride was harsh and agitated your injuries, but you didn’t mind with Arthur at your back. He helped you down to the ground and practically carried you inside the hotel, slamming the door open. “A room for me and my wife, please,” he demanded.

The hotel clerk handed over the key. You clung to Arthur the whole way up the stairs, nuzzling against him and just glad to be near him again.

The lock clicked behind you and Arthur… changed. His embrace became more insistent. His eyes darkened. The edge of the bed hit the backs of your knees and Arthur laid you down. It was gentle, but he pressed you into the bed, climbing over you. “Where are you hurt?” he asked.

“It’s not too bad-” you tried to play it off.

He cut you off. “Where. Are. You. Hurt.”

It was terrifying, but thrilling. You shivered under his intense gaze. “My hip,” you grabbed one of his hands and gently lay his palm over your hip. “Makes walking and riding hard.”

He nodded. Clearly waiting for you to continue. “My back is pretty messed up, and my shoulder.”

He noticed the rips and tears in your shirt. All the places you had scraped or torn. His hands went to the buttons, lifting you carefully so he could get you out of the sleeves.

Your trousers were next, slowly pulled down over your hips. When you winced in pain, Arthur stopped to kiss you, cradling your face in his hands.

He stripped you down. His expression was pained as he took in the full extent of your injuries. You had fallen off of the rail bridge and gotten swept into the freezing rapids. The current slammed you into the rocks and swept you down the ravine before you washed up on the bank of the river. From there, it had been a grueling process of making your way out of the ravine and through the woods.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” you reassured him. Glancing down, you got a good look at just what he saw. “It does look pretty bad, though,” you frowned.

Arthur’s expression was hard to read. You wondered if he was disgusted by you. It would take a long time to heal, and you knew he might not want to look at you while you were so beat up and battered.

He nearly collapsed on top of you. Luckily, he knew to brace his weight. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, breaths ragged.

“I thought I’d lost you,” he gasped. “I didn’t know what I was going to do.”

You reached up to run your fingers through his hair. “I’m still here,” you promised. “Busted and bruised to hell, but I’m not gone yet, honey.”

He kissed his way along his jaw until he found your lips. It was perfect. You had missed him so much, so worried you would never make it back to him. But now you were here in his arms and kissing him. 

“I love you,” you said as soon as you caught your breath.

“I love you so much, darling.” He hovered his hands just above your skin, too scared to touch you.

You placed your hands over his and guided it to where you weren’t scraped or bruised. “Touch  me,” you begged.

He sighed as soon as he felt your skin against his palms, as if he just needed to know you were really there.

“I need you,” you tried to pull him against you, attempting to slot your hips together. “Please, Arthur.”

He hesitated. You could see the desire in his eyes, how badly he needed you, needed to feel you. But he didn’t want to hurt me. You would have to convince him.

“Arthur,” you grabbed the waistband of his pants. “I fell off a bridge and climbed out of a ravine and walked across half the damn state. I want you to fuck me, and I don’t care if it hurts.”

He seemed dazed, but lust clearly won out as you tried to slide your hand under his shirt. He was undressed in seconds, kissing his way over your neck and unable to keep his hands off you.

The pain was bearable, and you were too distracted with the warmth of Arthur’s skin under your hands. You couldn’t get enough of him, so glad to be near to him after all of those cold nights in the wild. 

He was impatient, desperate. He wanted all of you at once, and he didn’t know where to start. Now that you had given permission, he wasn’t afraid to take what he needed. And take he did. He sucked a mark into your collarbone before kissing down to your chest. You gasped as his lips found your breasts, teeth scraping along the skin.

“Please,” you rocked your hips.

He got the message, gently pressing your thighs apart so he could stroke your clit. It felt so good. The stretch when he slipped two fingers inside made you cry out. You sighed and pulled him closer, winding your fingers in his hair as he pulled moans and gasps from your lips.

“That’s it,” he said. “Good girl. I wanna hear you.” He doubled his efforts, determined to make you come around his fingers.

You pulled him up for a searing kiss, biting his lip as you came. “Fuck me,” you breathed.

He was just as needy, cock hard and aching against your hips. He grabbed your less injured leg and hooked it around his hip, dragging his cock against your slit. The teasing was going to drive you mad, but luckily he was just as impatient. He sank into you with one slow motion.

He hissed a curse against your skin, lost in the feeling of you around his cock. “God, darling. Need you so bad.”

He didn’t even try to start slow, setting a quick, frantic pace as soon as he began to move. His fingers dug into the bruises on your skin, but you didn’t mind the pain. It only reminded you that Arthur was there, that you had made it home to him.

You were so close, clinging to each other so desperately. You couldn’t imagine what Arthur had been through the past several days. He had truly believed you were gone, he had been in mourning. While you were focused on not getting eaten by wildlife, he was grieving your death.

It made sense why he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, why he sighed so deeply every time his hips met yours. The way he drank the taste of your lips as if he could never get his fill. You gave him everything you could.

The two of you went three rounds that night, fighting through your exhaustion in a desire to be close to one another. You fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms, curled together on the rickety hotel bed.

“I can’t stop seeing it,” he whispered, unable to take his eyes off you. “The sight of you falling off that bridge, the way you just disappeared. It’s kept me awake every night.”

You can see it. The dark circles under his eyes, how haggard and underfed he looks. You can only imagine how broken up he must have been.

“Not tonight,” you leaned in to kiss his cheek. “You have me here, safe and sound.”

[pokenimagines]

NSFW fic - Raihan & Leon x reader

Okay you asked for smexy stuff right?? Here it comes- may I have a little fic about a threensome where the reader is kinda tipsy and admits they like it rough?

(not sure if I need to specify the gender, in which case it would be preferably fem, but I know you write for everyone so yeah! Tysm for that)

Have a good one!

Just remember kids to drink responsibly and consent is the sexiest thing alive. When reading this there's an AFAB and AMAB version for the smut. Once you read the version you want there's a small aftercare portion that's back to being gender neutral. As always pronouns are They/Them to keep things inclusive for the entire fic.

Y'all this one is just chefs kiss! Like god DAMN!

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Warning: This is NSFW so if you’re under the legal age or uncomfortable with content like this, please skip over this one!

NSFW Leon and Raihan: Kinky

Honestly you had absolutely no recollection of the events that happened that night. All you knew is there was a party for all the 18+ members of the Pokémon league to celebrate another successful gym season. Then you started drinking. Then you managed to wake up on a set of stairs three blocks from your apartment, missing a shoe and a half flask of rum tucked into your underwear.

When you managed to get home and finally get your hangover under control, you looked through your phone for images and videos you took. You had to take a moment to breath and noticed you had been hanging out with both Raihan and Leon most of the night, if the images were anything to go by. Raihan looked about as trashed as you but Leon looked only a little buzzed.

Then you saw a notification on your phone; the group chat the three of you made eons ago.

Rai: So we gonna talk about last night? Lee: You actually remembered? Rai: Hard to forget something like that. You: Am I missing something? Lee: Well looks like someone doesn't remember. You: I don't remember last night at all. Also why did you guys let me fall asleep on a set of stairs: Rai: We took you to your apartment? How'd you end up on stairs? Lee: We literally tucked you into bed. You: I was two blocks away from my house so doubt. Rai: I mean... Rai: You aren't the best at staying in place when drunk. Lee: True You: Whatever... now what exactly did I do last night anyway? Rai: For starters you basically gave us your entire kink list. Lee: And told us how you liked it rough. Rai: And how you've been wanting us to tag team you since forever. You: I...

To say you were mortified would be the understatement of the century. The rest of your day went by in a complete blur of headaches, upset stomachs, and embarrassment. By the time you felt ready to face the consequences of your actions the group chat had blown up. Both Raihan and Leon apologizing and said they'd forget it if that's what you wanted. However something caught your attention in the blocks of texts the boys sent.

An offer.

To do the one thing you had been dreaming of forever that apparently drunk you had no issue telling them. That you wanted them to both absolutely destroy you at the same time. You didn't know how to respond so you did the only thing you could.

Set a date and time.

That led you to your current predicament. You were on your knees with Raihan's hand roughly holding your head in place, his cock shoved down your throat as far as it could go. Meanwhile Leon was behind you, fucking you roughly and using a bruising grasp on your hips. Whenever you let out a whine or shifted, hell even bucking up into him, you received a harsh slap on your ass.

"Damn, they look amazing like this." Raihan moaned, pulling out his phone to snapping as photo. When he asked you earlier if it was okay you weren't sure, but after he assured you it would be for personal use you obliged. You knew you had to be an absolute mess right now, drool and tears streaming down your face.

Raihan roughly pulled you from his cock and you gasped for air while also moaning out loud as Leon wrapped his hand around to your front to play with you some more.

"They look even better from back here." Leon said, his hips snapping into yours causing you to jolt forward into Raihan's weeping cock. Some precum got smeared onto your cheek, only adding to the mess on your face.

AFAB

"Think they can take both our cocks at once?" Raihan questioned, wanting to fuck into your holes.

"They did say they wanted us to wreck them, isn't that right sweetheart." Leon's voice had already been deep before, but in the throws of passion it someone began huskier and dark. Your walls clenched against Leon's cock, causing him to stutter out a gasp. "Fuck, feels like they like it." Leon said, slipping his cock out of your entrance.

"How's that sound, babe? Want both our cocks stuffed inside your holes?" Raihan said, moving hair out of your face so you could see him better. You blinked through teary eyes and nodded slightly. You yelped as a harsh palm slapped against your ass.

"Words, we told you to use your words before we got started." Leon reprimanded and you nodded.

"P-please." You whimpered out.

"Please what?" Raihan said, placing two fingers on your swollen lower lip and pulling at it a bit.

"Please fuck both my holes." You said, leaning into the touch. Your mouth opened up as you went to suck on his fingers, wetting them for him.

"Lee, flip them over so I can work their ass open." Raihan said and Leon was quick to listen. If you were in the right state of mind, you'd find it almost amusing how Raihan was basically in charge here. Sure Leon was dominant as well but whatever Raihan said went.

You were laying on your back and Leon ran his hand over your chest, pinching your nipples and making you squeal out. As the same time Raihan began working one finger into your ass. You gasped out a moan, already being overstimulated from coming ten times over at this point. Still as he managed to get two then eventually three fingers in and the sensation was turning more pleasurable.

You whimpered as you felt him take out his fingers, suddenly feeling empty. You looked over with half lidded eyes as Raihan put on a condom and poured some lube into his hands.

"Lee, do you want the front of the back?" Raihan asked as if you weren't even in the room.

"I think you should get to feel their cunt, it's amazing." Leon's crass words made you flush from embarrassment.

"Lift them up then and hold their legs apart. You go in first and once they're used to your size I'll join." Raihan said as he tossed the bottle of lube to Leon. With how much slick was on his condom from fucking you, you almost didn't think he'd need it. Still he put some on before lifting you up with sticky hands. He moved your legs apart so Raihan would have an amazing view and you thanked the stars these boys worked out all the time. How Leon was able to hold you up like a rag doll as his cock slowly went into your ass was astounding.

You bit down on your lower lip, trying not to cry out as his cock breached your entrance. He slowly slid himself down onto you, groaning at how tight and warm you were. Once you were hilted on Leon, Raihan came over and helped calm you down by rubbing your thighs.

It took a few moments before you were able to give them the okay to move. Leon started off gently fucking you before picking up the speed. Every time he lifted you up you felt Raihan's cock rubbing against your clit. You moved your head back onto Leon's shoulders as you tried to not get overwhelmed.

Raihan looked over at Leon and put a hand up, making him stop, "You ready for my cock, babe?" Raihan said as he pressed just the head of his cock into you. You moaned, trying to buck up into him and take him already.

You quickly remembered what they said and spoke up, "I'm ready. Please Rai...I wanna f-feel you." You stuttered out a moan.

"Whatever you want." He said before slowly sliding into you. Raihan could feel Leon's cock between your walls and bit back a groan as he hilted himself into you. He held some of your weight with his hands on your ass while Leon still gripped your thighs to hold them apart. Raihan locked eyes with you before leaning in to give you a bruising kiss. You whimpered as he bit down on your lip and you could feel Leon's mouth on your neck, leaving more love bites all over your skin like a constellation.

Raihan was the first one to begin moving and soon Leon and him found a rhythm together. As soon as one left the other one joined in, making sure you were never empty. You felt yourself cum again, squeezing both their cocks in a death grip.

Leon was the first to cum, biting down on your shoulder and you were pretty sure he drew blood. His hips stuttered against your own and Raihan had to hold you in place so he wouldn't slip right out of you. You felt Leon's cock finally come out and Raihan quickly shoved your against a wall. You yelped in surprise as the change as well as only being filled with one cock now.

Raihan managed to hold you up with one hand while the other was balled into a fist against the wall by your head. He was panting against you, his face inches away from your own. You went and wrapped your arms around his neck and could feel another orgasm washing over you. This is what finally threw Raihan over the edge as he came in you. He took a moment to recollect himself, his cock sliding out and he was quick to take the condom off and tie it off, tossing it off to the side.

AMAB

"I'd love to see it, wanna change our positions. Make them ride you reverse cowgirl." Raihan said, pinching your cheek teasingly. You groaned at him but felt Leon's cock sliding out of your ass and positioning you to a seating position.

You let out a small whine as his cock went back into you and you could feel the cool lube that he no doubt reapplied. These boys really used way too much but you were grateful they weren't hurting you like that.

Your mouth dropped into a, 'O' as Leon began making you ride him. Your eyes were still teary from the sensations and honestly you thought after coming three times they'd show mercy but obviously they were going for as many orgasms as you could take.

Raihan's large hand wrapped around your cock, his thumb sliding across the slit and collecting some precum. You gasped and moved your hand to bite down on it, trying to stifle some of your noises. Raihan's grip on your cock got tighter to almost hurting and you winced in reply.

"No covering your mouth, I want to hear all of your noises." Raihan said as he leaned closer. You felt his hands over your chest, grazing your nipples. They hardened under his touch and you took your hand away, opting to put it on the back of his neck.

"S-Sorry. T-trying not to upset the n-neighbors FUCK!" You shouted the end as Raihan went and bit down on one of your nipples. A small bite mark surrounded the areola and you shot him a half-hearted glare as he kissed it.

Leon, obviously annoyed at you forgetting about him, took you almost all the way off his cock before slamming you back down. His grip on your thighs were so tight you knew damn well there would be bruises all over it.

"I think we've disturbed them about five hours ago when we started." Leon chuckled from behind you. You felt his scruff against your neck as he left little pecks and hickies all across you.

"They're so not g-gonna let me resign this lease." You complained, knowing your neighbors would no doubt be complaining about this noise disturbance.

"It's fine, you can move in with either of us. We won't care." Raihan said as he began pumping your cock. You bit your lip as you tried not to voice your opinion on that. As much as you'd love to, the thoughts of the tabloids finding out as terrifying.

You watched as Raihan went over to the nightstand and grabbed a bullet vibrator he had used on you earlier. You swallowed a lump in your throat at the thought of that on your already overstimulated cock.

Raihan walked back over and sat closer, almost on Leon's legs. His cock tapped against your own as he switched the vibrator to life. It was at a fairly calm setting as he put it on your two dicks, holding them together as the vibrations cause a broken moan to erupt from your mouth.

"F-fuck it's too much." You cried out as Leon continued his brutal pace. You were shaking at this point and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came on both yours and Raihan's chest.

"Fuck Lee, you should see their face." Raihan said as he got out his phone and took a photo of you experiencing ecstasy like it was the first time. Your body was twitching against their own as the vibrator almost burned with the sensation. Your cock was softening but the sensations were still going. You heard Leon groan from beneath you, his movements going erratic as he came inside the condom in your ass.

You bit back tears as Raihan finally took away the vibrator and let you calm down for a moment. Both you and Leon took a moment to calm down before Lee was slipping his cock out of your ass. You thought you were done until you saw Raihan's still hard cock. He hadn't cum just yet and smiled.

"As soon as I come we'll be done, okay?" Raihan said and you weakly nodded. You had no idea how much more you could take but god damn you wanted to try.

Leon got up from the bed as Raihan picked you up and all but tossed you over the nightstand. He bent you over and kicked your legs apart so you were presented to him nicely. You could see him grabbing one of the condoms from next to your head as well as the bottle of lube. Thanks to Leon, it wasn't hard for Raihan to slip inside of your warm ass.

Raihan groaned alongside you as he felt your walls fluttering around his length, "Can't believe I let Lee have you first." Raihan said as he began thrusting into you. He grabbed your hair from the back and pulled you back, wanting to see your face. You had to almost roll your eyes all the way back to see him.

Your mouth was hanging open as a chorus of moans broke through the room. Your poor cock was already getting half hard and Raihan's other hand went to the front of you as he began stroking your length in time with his thrusts.

You had no idea how you managed to cum again, splattering the nightstand with what little seed you had left; it had almost been a completely dry orgasm. Raihan hissed at how tight you got as be came as well, riding it out hard and fast. As soon as he came down from his high he rested his head in the crook of your back, catching his breath.

After (No Gender)

"Holy shit." You managed to say as he changed your position so you were being held bridal style.

"You stole the words right out of my mouth." Leon said as he came into the room with some warm towels. He must've taken then time to get ready for clean up. Raihan laid you out on the bed as Leon came over and started wiping you down.

"Think we could do that again sometime?" Raihan asked, sighing as he sat down on the bed next to you.

"Depends...are you guys staying the night to cuddle me?" You asked in all seriousness.

"Fuck you and leave? Who do you take us for. Besides my muscles are crying out." Raihan said, flopping down to lay, "Couldn't get me off this bed even if you tried."

"I don't have plans tomorrow so we can sleep in too. I'm with Raihan I need some rest." Leon said, tossing the towels away and scooping you up and moving you further up on the bed. He laid next to you and Raihan was quick to scoot up and wrap his arms around your waist. Your head was facing Leon's chest and one of his arms was under your head. Both curled into you and you felt their lips on your shoulder blade and cheek.

"Good, because I think we're all sore at this point. Night boys." You murmured, already feeling sleep taking you.

"Night." They both said in unison before you all managed to drift off into a peaceful rest.

[notkageyamasprincess]

what’s so wrong about us? | kageyama tobio x reader

characters: nii-chan!kageyama tobio x reader

genre/warnings: smut, incest, degradation, blackmail, dubcon, slight exhibitionist kink, unprotected sex

words: 2.0k

summary: you and tobio-nii don’t have a typical brother-sister relationship. how far can you go without getting yourselves caught?

notes: please please read the warnings.

“Haah…mhn…w-wait, we can’t! Mom and Dad are coming home tonight, we have to get ready.”

Your hands clutched at the sheets so hard that your knuckles were turning white. Kageyama pulled your lower half closer to him so that your ass hung over the edge of the bed, and kneeled between your legs, fucking you furiously with his fingers and tongue. You felt his hot breath fan over you as he removed his mouth.

“That’s exactly why we have to do it now. Let me taste you and get my fill.”

You cried out when he dragged a long digit against your sensitive spot and sucked your bud harshly, making you tighten around him and spray your release.

“Ah, not so rough! I’m still…ah, so-sore.”

Your older brother wiped his face with a towel and responded by spreading your quivering thighs even wider, drinking in the view of your glistening cunt.

“Well, looks like down here is really enjoying it. This slutty pussy wants more, doesn’t it?” He plunged his fingers back inside, fucking into you, filling the room with your wet noises. “Hear that? God, your cute pussy’s just dripping all over my hand. But you’d rather me stuff it full with something else, don’t you?”

You could only moan his name, too far gone to string together a coherent sentence. He was already edging you closer and closer to another orgasm. “Mmhn…yes…a-ah… Tobio.”

He frowned, stopped completely and took out his fingers, licking them clean of your juices. “Wrong name. Did you forget what to call me?”

“Sorry, Nii-chan…”

“Good.” He resumed his ministrations, slowly rubbing the inside of your walls. “Now, how do we ask for what we want?”

“Please…Nii-chan.”

Kageyama shook his head. “You can do better. What happened to the good little whore from yesterday, huh? Begging so sweetly to cum from her Nii-chan’s cock?”

You whined in desperation. “Tobio-nii, please! Please stretch out my hole with your fat cock. Want Nii-chan to fill me up with his cum.”

He grinned and nodded approvingly. “Good girl,” he cooed, unzipping his jeans. “Time for my pretty cumslut to get her reward.”

You heard the jingling of keys and the front door unlocking.

Your eyed widened and your brother cursed. “Shit, they weren’t supposed to come back this early.”

Your mother called out first. “Kids! We’re home and we brought takeout! Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes.”

“____, Daddy got you a souvenir on his business trip, come see what I have for you.”

“Really? Thanks Daddy! I’ll be down in a second, Tobio-nii’s uh…helping me with something.”

You rushed to put your skirt back on and made your bed while Tobio put on a large hoodie to hide his erection.

+++++

You took a sip of water, trying not to think about what you and your brother were just doing as you chatted over dinner. The conversation moved onto work-related matters, so you sat and ate quietly while your parents exchanged stories.

Kageyama leaned over to reach a dish on your side of the table. “____, give me a handjob,” he murmured in a low voice.

You quickly checked if your parents heard before whipping your head towards him. “No way in hell. It’s too risky,” you hissed.

“I didn’t get to cum and I’m hard again. It’s because of you, so take responsibility.”

“You’re not serious.”

“If you won’t do it, then I’m going to tell Mom and Dad everything we’ve been doing for the last few months,” he threatened.

You started getting nervous. “Nii-chan… you wouldn’t…”

Seeing your frightened expression, he started coaxing you more gently. “Come on, please? Help out your poor Nii-chan…he’s in so much pain. Be a good little sister for me, alright?”

You snuck a glance at your parents once more just to make sure they were still engrossed in their discussion before slipping a hand down his pants. Thankfully, the tablecloth is able to cover his lap. You felt his dick twitch in your palm as you gave him slow strokes.

“Tobio-nii, this is enough right? Let’s stop here.”

“Stop moving and I’ll lift up my hoodie and show them exactly what’s going on. You wouldn’t want to make Mom cry, do you?”

At that moment, the person in question piped up. “And what are you two whispering about?” She raised an eyebrow, waiting for your answer.

Tobio flashed her a sheepish smile. “Actually, we were trying to figure out what to get you for your birthday. It’s coming up soon, isn’t it? You weren’t supposed to know, though.”

“Oh, how sweet! Well don’t let me ruin your surprise,” she replied, covering her ears. “I know nothing.”

She leaned her head on your father’s shoulder as he too, smiled at you both warmly. “We did a good job with our children, didn’t we?”

“Sure did, honey.”

If only they knew.

You felt so guilty.

The irony is, you would never want to do anything to jeopardise the happiness of your family.

You tried your best to act normal as your brother somehow managed to speak casually with your parents. You felt his length straining against his boxers—he was getting close.

You heard the clatter of a utensil on the floor. “Sorry ____, I dropped my spoon, would you mind picking it up for me?”

You crouched under the table and immediately felt him nudge your head towards his crotch. He forced the head of his shaft between your lips, muffling your startled exclamations. He gave a few shallow thrusts before finishing in your mouth, and you swallowed out of habit. Tobio peered down at you discreetly, smiling in satisfaction. “Good girl,” he mouthed, patting your head.

As you shakily rose from the ground, your mother gasped sharply.

You froze. Were you caught?

“____ ____! Is that a hickey on your neck? Did you invite a boy over while we were gone? Young lady, what did I say about having boys over while we were out of the house?”

You slapped a hand to your neck in realization. Tobio left a mark on you the previous night and you had forgotten it was there. Despite still being in hot water, you were relieved that your mother didn’t seem to have an inkling of suspicion that it was your brother’s doing.

You began to make up an excuse, but Tobio cut in. “No, it’s my fault for letting her out of my sight. Don’t worry Mom, I’ll discipline her accordingly. She won’t have any more chances to fool around with boys if I have anything to say about it.”

“At least ____ has a responsible older brother like you, Tobio,” she sighed.

“It’s my job, after all. I’ll make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble.”

As if he wasn’t the one who almost revealed your dirty secret.

Your father chuckles. “Now honey, we were all at that age at one point. ____’s a big girl, she can handle herself and she knows what not to do.”

Except you apparently didn’t know not to have sex with your brother.

“Sweetie, you’re looking a little flushed, are you alright?” He cast you a concerned look.

Tobio took the opportunity to leave the table. There were other things he wanted to do anyways.

“Yeah Dad, now that you mention it, she doesn’t look very well. I’ll help her into her room.”

He guided you up the stairs and you slapped him away once you were out of earshot.

“Are you crazy? How could you do that with Mom and Dad sitting right across from us? You’re the worst. I hate having such a sick older brother like you!”

He feigns hurt but doesn’t take it to heart. He ushered you into your room and closed the door behind him. “Aw, princess, are you mad? I know I went a little too far but you enjoyed it too didn’t you? Don’t you love your Nii-chan?”

Tears began to prick at the back of your eyes. “This and that are different! You have no idea how terrible I felt when Mom talked about doing such a good job with us. We’re freaks. This…this is wrong,” you sniffled.

He caressed your waist softly and soothingly massaged your sides, rubbing circles into your skin with the pads of his thumbs, kissing away the tears that flowed down your cheeks.

“What’s so wrong about us? What’s so wrong about the way I feel, or the way you feel? Love is love, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

He backed you up slowly until you reached your bed, and laid you down, all the while continuing to whisper words of comfort in your ear.

He sat down beside you. “You’re moving out for college soon and you can come live with me. I’ll have a stable job. We’ll be free.”

You hiccupped and nodded. Your mood began to brighten when you thought about your future together. You just wanted to be with him.

After a few minutes, you felt a hand snaking up your legs to toy at the hem of your panties. You squeaked in protest, but Tobio shushed you.

“You know, I was impressed with your behaviour today, you were being such a good girl for me, weren’t you? Why’d you have to ruin that? Your words made Nii-chan so sad.”

He shifted from his position to trap you between his knees. You made an attempt to shove him off, but he took both your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head.

“You know that Nii-chan doesn’t like brats. Our parents are still here, but once they leave, you know that I’ll have to punish you, right?”

“Hold on, let me check something.” He dipped a finger into your folds and smirked. “Ah, I was right. You’re wet from playing with my cock earlier. You enjoyed that just as much as I did. My cute little sister loves me this much, huh? It makes me happy.”

Tobio pulled his pants down halfway, tugged your underwear to the side and started grinding his bulge against your core. Your breath hitched in your throat. You could hear the sound of the tv and your parents cleaning up.

“Tobio-nii…hn…. s-stop, Mom and Dad might hear us!”

“Not until you say ‘Nii-chan, I love you’.”

“You said you weren’t going to do anything!”

“When did I say that?” He groaned when he felt your pussy clench over his clothed dick. “Fuck, you’re getting my boxers all damp. You shameless whore, you’re actually getting turned on from this.”

You tried squirming from his touch but accidentally grazed your clit on his erection, causing you to let out a moan. A dark grin appeared on Kageyama’s face, and he stripped off his bottoms, rubbing you with his bare cock.

“Mnh…Nii-chan, I…ah! Love you!” You panted. “I-I said it, so let’s stop already!”

Your lips parted when you felt him ease his length into your entrance.

“I changed my mind. It feels way too good when your sopping cunt is squeezing me like this.”

Your juices dripped down his shaft as he rammed himself harder inside you, hitting all the right places. “You dirty fucking slut, you actually want to get caught, don’t you? You can’t wait to see their expressions as they watch their kids fucking, huh? You just want me to drag you downstairs and take you on the kitchen table, right in front of their eyes, don’t you?”

You couldn’t think rationally, it felt so good; you were already hurtling towards your climax. He captured your lips to prevent your noises from escaping.

When he let you go, you realized that his hand was no longer holding you down. You braced your hands on his firm shoulders and your hips moved to meet his thrusts. You spread your legs open to take him deeper and he cursed at the sensation. “Shit, say it again, say that you love me.”

“Mmn, fuck…love you. Nii-chan, I love you!”

He pounded into you even faster. “That’s right. What’s so wrong about us?” he repeated. “What’s so wrong about a darling sister loving her Nii-chan?”

a/n: ngl it was damn hard to look my parents in the eye after writing this.

[wiypt-writes]

Consciousness Of Guilt

Chapter 11

Summary: Unable to hide the truth from Andy any longer, you confess everything to him and it prompts him to make a confession of his own…

Warnings: Language, Smut (NSFW, 18+). DARK, MATURE themes- depiction of non-con/abuse via flashbacks. Angst.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

A/N: So here it is, the moment you’ve all been waiting for, when poor reader finally admits to Andy what Ransom did to her…and what she did to him. Buckle up, this one’s rough…

W/C: 6.4k

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Chapter 10

“Time’s up you vicious, little bitch, we know what you did."

You felt the bile rise in your throat as your heart raced, threatening to wildly beat out of your chest as a herd of a thousand horses hit your cavity wall. The air sucked from your lungs. Linda’s words echoed round your brain and you felt the ground beneath your feet starting to spin. The shouting and commotion around you faded to mere noise and you grasped at Andy’s arm to stop yourself from falling.

If he weren't there, you'd have collapsed on the spot. Your heated skin wasn't because of the temperature outside but rather the sheer and utter panic inside that was beginning to physically cripple you.

As he shouted at whomever it was, your ears picking up the sounds incoherently, instinct kicked in and you felt his arm wrap around you.

“I swear to god, you all need to get the fuck off my doorstep, now!” Andy’s voice broke through the fog in your brain as you violently trembled.

"Your doorstep?" Linda scoffed. "Excuse me but who the hell..."

“Shut the fuck up.” Andy blazed, cutting her off. “I said, leave, and that goes for you too!” He rounded on the bald headed man who had just released Richard from his grip, “how the hell did you even find me?”

"We should probably have a word," the bald man replied.

"No, fuck that and fuck you. We're done." Andy lamented. He managed to push his way between you and the crowd, protectively pinning you near the door so he could get it open. “I have nothing to say to you, or him, so whatever he’s sent you for, tell him to fuck off.”

“Excuse me!” Linda shrieked and it was all too much, the confusion, the general noise and crowding that was going on and you let out an ear piercing scream, your hands clamped over your ears.

Andy fumbled with the door, and spun to the man he just told to fuck off, “You wanna make yourself useful? Get rid of them. I don’t care how.”

“You can hide all you want…” Linda’s yell, reached your ears and Andy herded you inside, “this isn’t over. We know what you did that night, and you’re gonna pay!”

Andy threw the front door open with a force so strong, it bounced back and he barely caught it, gently pushing you in, acting as a bodyguard through a crowd, helping you inside.

“Come on.” His voice was soft as he leaned down to pick you up, just as your knees gave way. Holding you to him he carried you to the couch and set you down, keeling on the floor in front of you.

"I need you to breathe deep for me, honey." His hands went to cup your face but you completely flinched away from him, as if you were expecting something or someone else. "Hey, hey, hey," he said softly. "It's me, Angel."

Your breath was coming in short, shallow huffs, your body visibly shaking.

“They can’t know…” you panted, “they can’t…”

That was when you felt it, that absolutely terrifying feeling of your stomach lurching and you unsteadily bolted, finding the planter by the stairs to vomit into rather than making it to the bathroom.

Andy was beside you in a flash, his hand rubbing your back as you dry heaved into the compost which housed his fern.

“I gotcha.” He spoke softly, his large hand resting between your shoulder blades. “It’s okay, you’re safe, Honey.”

“No, I’m… I’m not.” You sat back on your heels wiping your face, “they found me and they-“

“Shhh.” His large hands cupped your face. “Come on, let’s get you a glass of water.”

But that glass of water had to wait as a bang came across your front door. Andy growled and yelled out for them to fuck off, but the banging persisted. With a curse, he helped you to your feet and guided you to the couch.

“Stay here.” He said gently, kissing your head. “I won’t let them near you, I promise.”

With purposeful, angry strides he made his way to the door, yanking it open.

“Mr Barber,” the voice of his father's henchman, Father O’Leary made his blood boil and he took a deep breath as the man merely looked at him, “we need to talk.”

"I told you, I don't care what he wants, you can both fuck off." Andy went to shut the door on the man but  a forceful hand kept it open.

“How was the trip?”

“What? You son of a- it was you, following Y/N? I swear to fucking god…”

“Chill your boots, Barber. It’s for her own safety. The boss figured they’d come and he was right.”

"What?" His blood ran cold and he started to shake. "What the fuck are you talking about?”

Andy stepped out onto the porch, his hand still on the door knob, keeping him grounded between you and the man before him. His eyes darted around, looking for either of the two people who'd he'd found trespassing on his porch.

"Don't worry, they won't be back," O’Leary looked at him.

“Why do they want her?” Andy demanded and O’Leary took a deep breath, nodding towards the door. 

“Her rich prick husband’s death wasn’t an accident.”

“No shit, he was fucking stabbed.” Andy growled, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah and the guy who did it is currently inside awaiting trial for an unrelated attack on a drug dealer. Thing is, he’s bragging about it… trying to make a name for himself.”

"There better be a fucking point, O'Leary."

“He’s saying he was hired, that it wasn’t a random attack,” the broad man’s eyebrows flicked up slightly, “how well do you know your girl, Mr Barber?”

Andy frowned, "Well enough, where you're concerned."

“Maybe you should ask her about it then.”

Andy’s hands went to his hips, his broad chest puffing out, his thick and wide shoulders rising like the hackles on a beast. "Get the fuck off my porch."

“You're gonna need help and the boss thinks you need an extra pair of eyes." O’Leary completely ignored him and Andy shoved him hard in his chest.

"He can fuck off, I don’t need him, or you-“

“Well until he tells me otherwise, I’ll be around. Stay safe Mr Barber. Both of you.”

Andy seethed as he watched the ghost from his past stalk off to his ugly, mobster like sedan before turning back on his heel and pushing the door open to hear you, rather than find you, wretching inside.

He made his way to the downstairs bathroom to see you haunched over the toilet, your eyes watering, body shaking.

"I'm so sorry," you sobbed into the bowl. "I'm so, so sorry."

“Hey, you’ve nothing to be sorry for.” Andy soothed as he crouched next to you, his mind whirring with what O’Leary had dropped on him. He sighed, not quite sure how to break any of this to you. But as you looked at him, he saw a flicker of something on your face and he realised too late that he’d given away something was wrong.

"Oh God," your lip quivered.

“Hey…” he shook his head, “don’t worry, we’ll fix it, okay? Come on, let’s get you some water and then we can talk.”

Unsteadily you stood, and Andy kept an arm around protectively around your waist as he guided you to the couch. He quickly left and returned with a glass of water. He handed it to you, and you accepted it, wearily, with a trembling hand as he took a seat next to you.

Andy licked his lips, taking a deep breath, before he launched straight into an explanation, not sure how else to broach the subject “the man, the bald one. He’s, well he was the one you spotted following you.” i

The information was hard to swallow. "What does he want?"

“That, well, I’m not a hundred percent sure about. He…” Andy paused again, taking a deep breath, “he works for my father.”

"What?"

“My father, you know who he is, right?”

"Billy 'The Butcher' Barber." It was meek but it was the answer.

Andy’s head dropped a little as he nodded, “yeah. Him.” His voice was laced with venom and he paused for a second before he looked at you. 

“That man, Father O’Leary, says he’s been following you because Billy got word that the Drysdale’s would be coming for you.”

"Oh God, Andy," the tears filled your eyes again and you felt sick for a third time. "I thought I was safe, I thought...I.. Andy...."

“You are.” Andy assured you, taking your hand, “listen, Billy… well, take me at my word when I tell you that there won’t be a single hair on your head that comes to any harm with O’Leary around. I know how far he will go.”

“It’s not that…” you whispered. “It’s… they know, Linda said they know.”

"They know what, Angel? What could they possibly know that has you so scared?"

You shook your head, your voice catching in your throat. “I can’t… you’ll hate me, you’ll leave me and you’ll hate me and…”

The mere thought of being without Andy made you want to be physically sick again. Simply put, it filled you with a fear beyond anything Ransom had ever made you feel.

"Hey," His hands covered your cheeks once more, "nothing and I mean absolutely nothing is going to make me hate you, or leave you. Look at me, Y/N, look at me. Nothing, do you understand me?"

“It will.” You sobbed, “it will, I know it will!”

"Tell me," Andy begged.

"I did it....." you cried, your voice barely audible, a quiver catching your throat.

And then the dots connected in Andy’s mind, his brain slotting the pieces of the puzzle together as he thought back over what O’Leary had said.

“He’s saying he was hired, that it wasn’t a random attack. How well do you know your girl, Mr Barber?”

"Angel?" His voice dropped to a whisper as he looked at you, begging to every god he could think of that he was wrong, “you…”

"I killed Ransom."

The blank stare across Andy's face did nothing to help ease your panic or your anxiety, in fact, it quelled nothing about the situation and you felt the worst was coming. He’d process everything that held the weight of your declaration and your worst fear was upon you, that Andy would hate and leave you, or worse, be obligated to turn you in.

His hand ran over his beard and he stood, an unsure blank look still in his eyes. His long legs paced back and forth, as one hand sat on his hip, the other over his forehead and into his soft hair, around to the back of his neck before running over his beard again. You couldn't read him and that's what added to your fear, your worry. Minutes passed but his pacing stopped. Both hands ran over his face and then he sighed deeply, his hands to his hips and he hung his head.

With a deep breath he looked at you, with a kink of a turn to the left of his head.

“Who was it?” He asked, finally breaking the silence, his voice as blank as his face, “the guy you hired?”

You felt that breath catch in your throat, a knot so big it pained you to swallow, catching you in complete surprise by his question. 

“What? How do you know-“

"Caged birds sing, Y/N.  And he's singing for the pews. Whomever he is, he’s in jail awaiting trial for something else, and he’s running his mouth.” Andy’s voice free in speed and volume as he spoke, “that’s how Billy knew about all this.”

"But how... Your dad..."

"He's been inside for so long, he runs the show where he's at. His thugs hear things, they crow. Billy is not a guy anyone fucks with in there."

"I... I don't know what.... Oh, God.”

“Hey, hey…” Andy crossed back towards you, his hand taking yours as he sat back down. When you met his eyes you saw nothing but deep concern and you blinked back tears as he looked at you.

“Honey, I need you to tell me everything. If we’re gonna fix this mess, I need to know what we’re working with.”

“I had no choice.” You sobbed, “I was going to die, you have to understand.”

Knowing part of your story with your ex-husband paled in comparison to the actual revealed truth, but Andy wanted the pieces of the puzzle connected. "Tell me, help me understand," Andy kept his voice soft and assuring. "I'm not going anywhere, Angel."

You licked your lips and slowly stood. Without a word, you moved away from him and towards a place in your house you swore you'd never walk into, your past buried within its confines.

With a shaking hand you opened the door to the basement and you heard Andy rise from the sofa.

“Angel?”

Never had Andy seen you set foot down those stairs and now, after your confession at Thanksgiving, he knew why. So whatever you had, in a room you feared, was big.

“I can’t tell you, not well enough to explain but I can show you.” You stammered a little, “wait there.”

"Okay," he nodded, standing at the basement door.

With a trembling hand you flicked on the light and putting one shaky leg in front of the other you made your way down, tentative step by tentative step. Three steps from the bottom, you stopped. You turned to look up the case and found Andy still there. 

"I'm okay," you told him slowly. He gave you a nod, ready to come to you if you needed. You glanced around the room for the box you needed and took a deep breath, walking towards it.

It sat under a stack of four others, a small cedar hope chest, with a dial lock, that held nothing close to hope. It held truth and fear, it held conviction. The contents lacked remorse, displaced guilt.

It had been your therapist’s idea to continue with your journals post Ransom’s death. Whilst you had never admitted to her your involvement in that, you’d told her far more than anyone else, and she had encouraged you to write your feelings and flashbacks down for as long as they continued, to help get them out of your head and metaphorically locked away. It was for that reason you knew there was more information in this box than you could ever verbally articulate.

The box now in your hands weighed a ton, but in theory held no more than a dozen journals and a thick transcript. Slowly you made your way up the stairs, Andy still waiting where you’d left him.

He let you walk by, and lead the way back into the dining room. You set the box on the table and looked to Andy with a long, sorrowful, sad sigh.

“It’s all in there. Everything he did, how he did it.” You swallowed, “some of it was written at the time, some of it after.”

You trembled as you unlocked it. The heavy lock making a thud on the table. You opened the lid and pulled the book out that had been the journal you had kept in your bag.

"They're all numbered," you said, handing Andy the first one. "The original transcript of his book is the final piece."

“His book?” Andy frowned and you nodded.

“It’ll make sense when you read the rest.” You swallowed, “and, seeing as you’re letting me explain I think it’s only fair I’m a hundred percent honest with you.” You licked your lips, a sudden fierceness welling in your belly, “I’m not sorry he’s dead, in fact I’m glad, and I’m even more glad that as he lay there, choking on his own blood I got to tell him I was responsible.” You took a deep breath as Andy blinked, his deep blue eyes full of sadness and apprehension locked onto yours as you felt the tears slide down your cheeks. “The only thing I’m sorry for is the fact that you got dragged into this mess, because I love you, so very much Andy,” your voice cracked and when you spoke again, your words were punctuated by sobs. “But I’d do it all over again if I had to. And when you read all that, I can only hope you’ll understand why.”

When his expression didn't change, you stood from the table, the weight of the world weighing you down and left Andy there to do what he wanted with the information and things you'd given him. You couldn't bare to watch his reactions, or maybe lack there of, if he chose to sort through your life of recent past. You didn't want to see that look of disappointment cross his face when he absorbed what a monster you were, a murderous fool. A greedy bitch as the Thrombey-Drysdales saw you. If they, if anyone, only knew.

You stopped at the foot of the stairs and turned your head to look at Andy one last time. He sat unchanged, his body facing you, his seat at the head of the table occupied by his broad frame. His eyes met yours and you inhaled a shaky breath before dropping your head, retreating inside yourself and climbing the stairs. 

You'd give Andy all the time he could want to be alone, to process, to learn, to read. You hoped he understood how you couldn't, no why, you couldn't articulate the circumstances detail for detail verbatim. It was still too much, too raw, too painful. You knew if you tried the words would get stuck, you'd panic and become ill, not that you already weren't by the misfortune of a wonderful weekend away being destroyed when you saw your body filled porch. But there was nothing you could do now. The pot was unbelievably hot and you were numb to the infliction of its pain. Once burnt, now scorched by the decisions you'd made to save your own life, to protect yourself. You had no choice but to sit back and wait for the volcanic fire to engulf you once more.

You couldn't even move to shower, you simply brushed your teeth, washed your face and numbly stripped of your clothes and crawled into bed, the only miserable solace was the button down of Andy's that was hanging off the hamper, ready for the cleaners. So to soften the heartache, you slipped it on. You prayed that he still loved you when this was through, but a part of you wouldn't be surprised if he packed up and left in the middle of the night without so much as a goodbye. And while you willed that to be untrue, the unforgiving part of yourself that had returned was preparing for the worst.

*****

Andy sat there with the open chest for a good thirty minutes, trying to figure out what he wanted to do. What he could or should do. Your journal felt hot in his hands. His mind spinning out of control. He felt anchored, weighed down by the realization of this dark secret you'd been keeping. He told you a handful of times before, he'd have taken Ransom's life himself or would defend the bastard that did it and he wasn't lying about that.

You'd come to mean far more to him than anything in his life the last few years had meant and that spoke volumes to the man he'd become, grown not changed into. He owed his newfound happiness to you, his peace, his full heart, his lightened soul. He loved you for better and for worse and hell, if this was the worst to come, then he'd stand at your side and fix whatever the hell he had to in anyway, shape or form necessary to make sure he didn't lose you.

It broke him to see this part of you. In his eyes he didn't see weakness, although he was positive that was how you seemed to him. What Andy saw was purely fear taking over your body, quaking it until you were sick, spiking panic and anxiety in its rawest form until you were broken and felt nothing. The rage he felt inside when he pulled the Jeep up to the condo and saw those people on the porch was nothing like he'd felt in recent years. A primal instinct to protect you resonated through his veins and he saw nothing to do but that. To protect you. He wanted nothing more to set fire to the ground those bastards walked on for making you feel the way you felt.

But at the same time, he was crippled by fear. Fear of losing you, fear of what might happen if whatever truth he was about to read got out. A hidden fear that maybe he spoke lies to you and what you had to show him would make him hate you and tear you two apart.

Andy sighed and ran a hand over his beard. His elbows rested on the table as he set your journal down and his eyes darted between the book in front of him and the others in the chest. He titled his jaw upward, eyes glancing towards the ceiling, knowing you were somewhere within your now shared home, worried sick, pained with fear and anxiety and in sheer panic that the life you'd just begun to build together was about to come crashing down. And he finally had to admit to himself that while you carried this demon inside of you, he was burdened with one himself.

He picked up your journal and turned to the first page. It was dated January 1st and read like a journal entry of everyday life. He didn't care so much about those details, skimming through the words in your beautiful script writing across the pages. He only read buzz words as you started to talk about work, the article and reactions. The redaction and apology. Your "subsequent punishment" from your editor. He was nine months and thirty days in when he started feeling the hairs on his neck stand and his body chill from within.

He'd come to your time with Hugh Ransom Drysdale.

It was as if he had opened Pandora’s box. And the more of your past demons that poured out, the more he wanted then to stop. But they wouldn’t, because he couldn’t. He couldn’t stop reading, despite the words making him feel an overwhelming sense of disgust and sickness that he hadn’t felt in years.

He'd come to the end of your first book, a pounding truth settling inside him at what you'd endured. He'd read how you'd gotten that barely visible scar on your cheek and he wanted to break something. He wanted to something to feel that pain you felt. The shock, the horror.

He needed a drink before he could continue. So regretfully, he pushed away from the table and on autopilot, went to the drink trolley you'd gotten him for Valentine's, just as a silly little fun thing. He poured a heavy glass of scotch and sat right back down, pulling the next in the series from the chest.

The more he read, the angrier he got. Not at you, but at the sick, twisted and deplorable nature of the bastard that had inflicted such cruelty on you. The way he had isolated and manipulated you was, in his mind, nothing short of sadistic and the worst bit to swallow was how your entries had started to change slightly as he went. How you softened and sympathised, made excuses for him.

Stockholm Syndrome in its absolute purest and finest form.

He understood completely now why you reacted the way you did to things. Why the pet term sweetheart was a no, why you feared being in complete darkness and always had nightlights in your hallways and landings, why you had had such an appreciation of comfy clothes around the house. He recognised fully the reasons why you had shied away on certain occasions in the bedroom and why you were so worked up over the purest of things like your undergarments at the Christmas party. It all was clicking into place like a horror filled puzzle.

Your final book concluded rather abruptly, a few days before Valentine’s Day, the same year Drysdale had died. There was no explanation, no nothing. Just an abrupt end to an entry in which you’d described being so pleased the silk scarf you had ordered him as a gift had arrived on time.

Andy frowned and then reached for the next numbered piece of paper, which was dated a month or so post Ransom’s death. The first paragraph was a little one about how you’d been to a therapist who had suggested that, as writing things down seemed to be the way you expressed yourself, that you should continue to do so, even if it was solely for your eyes. You described the doctor’s encouragement for you to pour anything that you felt you needed to onto the page, in the hope it would help you deal with and make sense of your trauma.

That same page then launched into a retrospective account of how Ransom had surprised you on Valentine’s Day with his idea of a gift. A manuscript to his now best seller, which, to Andy’s horror, you explained was based upon what he had done to you.

"Jesus Christ," Andy wanted to throw up. He looked at the bound manuscript on the table in pure disgust. "Fucking sadist."

The nerve in his jaw twitched as he reached out, his hand hovering over the front page. He deliberated for a moment before he turned it over. He only read the dedication before he gave an angry growl and shoved the pile of paper to one side, refusing to read anything that asshole had written. Instead, he reached for the papers that were in your writing and, after another top up to his glass, he set about reading the notes you had made with the advice of your therapist.

The next memory on the pile post your explanation as to why your journal had cut off, was dated a week or so post Valentine’s. Or so you thought, as you explained you weren’t entirely sure of the exact date. However, you knew by counting the dawns and sunsets that you had spent another two weeks in the confines of the basement and you thought that this particular memory was roughly halfway through that particular period of imprisonment…

"My body aches, everything hurts. From the roots of my hair to my legs. I can't stop crying with each move I make. He's not been gentle or gone easy. It's been a week of being at his beckon call, any whim he gets. Yesterday, his body slammed harshly into mine repeatedly for hours. Today, he's sought my attention twice already. I’ve stopped eating. He doesn't care. He keeps trying to goad me into saying what he wants to hear.

The bath is out of bounds, showers only, another way he is punishing me, removing any source of potential comfort. This latest imprisonment down here is about breaking me again, wearing me down, and I don’t know how much more I can take. Both physically and mentally.

I’ve nothing in here. No books, no radio. My journal has been confiscated. There’s nothing to occupy my time bar watching the sun move through the sky or HIM.

If I could end it I would, but I've got nothing to help me. I want to go home. I want my parents, the comfort of my family. I want my life back.

I should have tried to tell my parents what was going on when they visited. I should have even tried to tell his family, but the threat he has over me of what he would do to Mom, Dad or Penny… I’m weak, I daren’t challenge him. He knows no bounds. If I tell him I love him, like he wants, maybe the end of the inhumane torture will end. I shouldn't have hope like that. Hope doesn't exist in my life anymore. I don't exist in life anymore. If I tell him I love him, I doubt his sexual conquests would stop, but maybe they'll be less painful, less frequent? Again, false hope knows no bounds.

The sound of the lock being opened echoes around my silent chamber. It’s a sound I’ve come to fear most of all.

It means he's coming. Coming for me, my body, the black hole that has become my numb mind and soul.

I watch as he hits the bottom stair, a plate in his hand containing a sandwich, his other hand curled over a bottle of water.

“You gonna eat yet?”

I look at him indignantly. I'd like to tell him to fuck off but he'll just get angry.

“I’m not hungry.”

"You need to eat."

“Why?”

"Because I don't need you dying on me."

I blinked and looked away. “You were planning on killing me anyway, surely you had figured out what to do with my body once you had.”

"Damn it, Sweetheart, just eat the fucking toast."

I looked at him, his eyes boring into mine which still carried a hint of melancholy. With a sigh, and the sting of tears in my nose, I reached out for a slice.

The food felt dry and foreign on my tongue, my throat immediately closing in protest. I knew the second I tried to swallow, it'd just come back up. The rich butter was already telling my tongue this was wrong and I wanted to gag.

“Here,” Ransom unscrewed the cap from the water bottle and handed it to me as he sat on the edge of the bed. 

I attempted to swallow but I couldn't. I choked and with no help from him, I tried to make it to the bathroom but I collapsed from pain and weakness, falling to the harsh floor less than a meter away from the bowl . Up came the toast and bile.

Two hands curled round my armpits and I shivered and cringed as Ransom helped me to my feet, directing me to sit on the edge of the bath.

He crouched in front of me, “we can’t go on like this.”

I said nothing, my hollowing eyes just looking at his. What was I supposed to do or say? He fully controlled the narrative of my life. My miniscule hunger strike was the only control I had.

"I love you, I know you love me, so just stop this ridiculous game. Tell me you love me like I know you do and this all goes away."

“I don’t love you,” I shook my head,

"We felt something that day at Harlan's, I know you did. You just have to figure it out for yourself."

“And if I don’t?”

"If you don't? I already told you, you will."

“Love isn’t something you can make someone feel.” I sighed, “we had this conversation already, so many damned times, Ransom.”

"You made me feel it. You made me find it. I found it in you. I've never loved anything in my life until you."

“You don’t love me,” I sniffed, “if you did, you wouldn’t be keeping me in here like a fucking animal.”

“You're not an animal.”

“Then why do you treat me like one?” I screamed, unable to keep my frustration in anymore. "I hate you! I hate it here. I'm gonna die here and no one will know or care. You're a fucking monster, Hugh!"

And that was it, the tick in his jaw became more pronounced, his eyes flashing angrily as he rose to his feet. He grabbed my chin, causing me to yell out, as he kept my eyes trained on his.

“Don’t fucking call me that.”

I spat in his face. It wasn’t a particularly harsh shot, pathetic really, but it made my point. An outward display of the utter disdain and hatred I felt towards the inhuman bastard in front of me.

The fire and rage burning in those cold blue eyes could set fire to the whole damn place. He hauled me from my seat and dragged me by my hair to the bed. I fell atop the mattress with a thud.

“How can you say you love me when you do this?” I screamed out a sob as he crawled over me, his knee pushing my thighs apart.

“Now you listen to me,” his hand grasped my chin once more, “I’m sick of trying to explain this to you.”

“Just let me go, please!”

“Then say the words, and we can go back to how we were. You’ll be back upstairs, with me, where you belong.”

I shook my head, and Ransom sighed.

“Sweetheart…” His grip on my jaw was like a vice as his other arm pinned me to the bed, forearm painfully held across my throat, his voice laced with venom. “I got all day. Just say those three words and I’ll let you out…”

I tried to turn my head away, but the hand on my chin tightened painfully and Ransom forced me to stare straight back at his icy blue eyes. “Just admit you love me…”

“I don’t…” I managed to stutter and the anger once more flashed in his eyes. His hands moved up my sweater dress, to my panties, and seconds later I heard them tear.

“No?” His fingers toyed with me at my intimate parts, and I closed my eyes, feeling the tear rolling down my cheek as I once more tried to block out what he was doing. “Let’s see…”

Andy couldn't read any further, he needed to move away and temper this rage he felt before he unleashed it on something he'd regret.

He was nearly through with each piece, but it was becoming hard to bear. His eyes glanced at the clock. He'd been engrossed all night long, never tired, never willing to quit.

But now, he was done.

He gathered the papers up, pausing as one drifted to the floor. He bent to pick it up and blinked. It was an account of how you’d gone about arranging Ransom’s death. He sat back down and read the details, this one different in tone. It was clinical, factual, just like a typical confession a criminal would make to the police. 

And it broke his damned heart. 

You were his girl, his Angel, the person who had given him a reason to be happy again. You had a heart and soul so pure and sweet. And you’d been subjected to a horrific ordeal, the only way out of which has been to become a murderer by proxy.

It was nothing short of abhorrent. 

Whilst what you’d done was, on the face of it, murder Ransom, in Andy’s eyes you weren’t immoral. Far from it. And there was a good chance of it did come to court, there would be an excellent case for self-defence. But, having worked on behalf of the state, he also knew there would be an equally good one to argue the opposite. To paint you as a gold digger who fabricated a web of lies and abuse to escape justice should you ever get caught.

He couldn’t risk it. He had to stop this ever getting out. He had to protect you. 

As he packed the papers carefully back in the box, the first step he had to take was already forming in his mind. But for now, that could wait. At that moment, all he wanted to do was have you in his arms and lend you as much comfort as he possibly could.

He took to the stairs, two at a time landing himself in your room quickly. He found you in bed, but you weren't asleep. You'd been awake as long as he'd been downstairs. Your exhausted body and tired mind too worried to sleep. Too ill to try.

You blinked up at him, your tired eyes fearful and his heart broke all over again.

You sat up as he neared, the dark space with merely the nightlight your only glow. You couldn't make out his face, see his eyes and for some reason that frightened you. Was this it? Was he going to tell you he was leaving?

You took a shuddering breath as he sat on the bed, his right leg tucked underneath him as he looked at you, his shoulders slumped.

“I don’t even know where to start.” His voice was a whisper, “what that bastard did to you…” he trailed off and you hung your head, tears falling from your eyes to the bed covers.

“I still killed him. I’m responsible for his death.”

“You had no option.” Andy shook his head, “it was him or you.” He swallowed and looked down, “just like it was Jacob or Patz.”

"I don't understand." Your watery words a whisper.

“When Jacob was acquitted, it was because a man, Leonard Patz left a note confessing to Ben’s murder, before he killed himself. Only, he didn’t. My father arranged it. Patz… well he might have been innocent, he might not, I don’t know. What I do know is he died, because it was him or my son. And as my father told me at the time, I could be a good man or a good father. I chose the latter.”

Your lip quivered, "Oh Andy."

“But it didn’t work, I still couldn’t keep Jacob safe.” He sniffed, “I couldn’t handle it and when we went to Mexico and that girl went missing and they thought it was him… I got drunk and broke down and told Laurie about Patz.” He wiped his eyes with the back of his hands, before doing the same to his nose, his voice cracking. “It made all those doubts flood back into her system and… she drove her car into that bridge and basically killed them both.”

His shoulder shuddered as he struggled for composure and you took a deep breath, the magnitude of his confession was enormous.

“It was an accident…” you began and Andy shook his head.

“I convinced everyone it was, myself and Laurie included for a while but, I don’t think it was. Three people are dead, because of me one way or another. All because I tried to protect my son.”

You fell silent, unable to think of anything to say or do as Andy choked back a sob, moving slightly closer to you. “So you see, honey, I have secrets too," you felt his hands cup your face. "Ones that could take me away from you just like yours could take you away from me. But I’m not gonna let that happen. I’m gonna make this go away, I promise.”

“How?” Your hands reached up and wrapped around his wrists as he cradled your face. He leaned down to give you a soft kiss, the salty tang of both your tears lingered on your taste buds as he pulled back, his forehead pressing to yours.

“Don’t worry about that, just trust me, No one’s gonna take you away from me. I swear to you, I'm going to keep you safe,” he took a deep breath, his nose bumping against yours, “whatever it takes.”

**** Chapter 12

[yyuuna]

i’m not sure if your requests are open ( ignore this if they aren’t :00 ) but the fake dating trope witj todoroki and bakugo bdjnebfb

fake dating

—fake dating with them

includes: s. todoroki / k. bakugo

pairing: various x reader

genre: fluff

disclaimer: lowercase intended

warning: swearing

a/n: i triED 🏃🏻‍♀️ i’ve seen tropes like this all the time but i still couldn’t get it done nicely but here u go,,

—todoroki

despite having literally no idea about what’s going on, he’s no snitch

simply doesn’t care

will submit to ur plans because he’d think why not?? a friend is in dire need of help, so why shouldn’t he help?

ok, on to the story

as u were walking down the hallway of the school building’s second third floor, u spot someone

his name is sora, ur stalker during middle school—he’s rly creepy

by creepy, i mean he used to harass you with his undying love during lunch time, touching you whenever he can, bombard you with diabetes during valentines day, invading your privacy, lying to everyone that you’re together

a squeak make its way out to escape from your lips as your widened eyes stare at sora

thankfully, the joyous screams and boisterous laughs coming from the school fair had weakened his senses, thus not being able to immediately see your cowering figure

he was hard to shoo away back then

despite being able to defend yourself from him back then, him being annoying is rather intolerable

so u sneakily go down the stairs cz u dont want sora to notice nor harass u

buttttt sora caught sight of you—after all, you’re the reason he came to UA’s school fair

“[name]! come back here!” he yelled, jogging to make his way to you

ur run suddenly accelerated tenfold

u kinda caught todoroki’s attention bcz ur shoes were clacking rly loud on the floor

todoroki was just standing there, looking at u

he just got out of the classroom

“oh thank god—todoroki!” you gestured to him as your panic withers away

well at least until sora’s voice stiffened you again

“[name], let me talk to you.” sora grabbed your shoulder rather too harshly

“what do you want? why are you even here?” u back away, but he only gets closer

“what, didn’t you miss me?” he smirked, contradicting the disgusted scowl on your face

todoroki awkwardly stood there, silently watching the exchange

“c’mon, everybody knows we’re together, so i wanted to take you out with a couple of friends” sora took ahold of your hand, caressing your palm

honestly, you just want to go home

so your eyes swiveled at anything but him, looking for nothing in particular

until ur sight lands of todoroki

“shou~can we go to our date now? im rly hungry” u interlocked ur hand with his as u escape from sora’s hold

ok, he was genuinely confused but uh

“uh sure...” todoroki said

sora scoffed “psh, him? ur boyfriend?”

at this, todoroki’s ear started to heat up—and no his quirk is not in on this

he does have a crush on u, but he doesn’t know he actually has a crush on u. all he knows is that he admires ur strength and many more traits than he does to anyone else

“whatever, we’re still not done, [name]” sora smirked, his finger seductively tracing your jaw before leaving u two

todoroki obviously sensed the danger, pulling u closer to him

“i’ll walk w u” he stared at u

u two started walking towards the exit of the campus, not bothering to separate ur hands—which is most likely his idea

“uh, thanks...sorry about earlier. i didn’t mean to use u—well i kinda did but he’s creepy”

“okay” he casually said

nearing the exit, u began walking to the opposite direction, only to be stopped when he didn’t seem to let go of ur hand

“i thought u were hungry?” he asked

“no i—well yeah, im hungry but it was also with the pretend part, right? i mean, we aren’t together to go on a date” u chuckled awkwardly, though his face stayed indifferent

“date...? is that so....” he trailed off, looking down in thoughts “then if you’re hungry, we should go on that date”

he’s cluelesssssss

“eh? well sure i guess...?”

“okay”

that’s ur first date. by first date i mean there r following dates

—bakugo

sooo im not sure if this is exactly fake dating but the concept is there,, skshjs i need more ideassss

kinda aged up? i mean u two r on an official mission

he’s the type of person who’s against fake dating shit because it’s “fucking stupid” but honestly, he inwardly don’t mind at all

anyway, the group of villains u two were assigned to catch was in a high official party (a ball of some sort), so obv u attend there

as u two were slowly getting information, leading them where u can easily catch them without getting the civilians’ attention, u heard one of ur enemies’ micro transceiver (walkie talkie microchip things on their ear)

“enemy is wearing a fur coat, has [h/c] hair that’s tied up, and is around [height] feet tall” said the person on the other line

the enemy’s eyes widened, but before he could catch u, u ran towards ur partner, bakugo, and pulled him to one of balconies

“what the hell?!”

“they’re onto us!” u whisper yelled, hiding ur coat somewhere while taking off ur hair tie

u heard footsteps, perhaps they have already found out where u both went

“there’s no time!” u hissed, pushing bakugo on his knee

“OH MY GOD...YES! OF COURSE I’LL MARRY U!” u excitedly chanted

“huh?”

bakugo was about to throw profanities when the enemies entered his peripheral vision

u saw this too, but the enemies seemed like they were still about to pester u two

lmao so u pulled the blond up, laying ur face on the crook of his neck to imitate a make out session

and ur right thigh laid against his hip before u pulled his hand to grab it

his other palm encased ur waist, helping u

u can feel his heartbeat accelerating as ur body rests against his own

and ofccc pda makes people uncomfy

“sir, we lost her” u heard one of the enemies relay before they leave them

ur breath fanned his neck as his ears figuratively burned

“get off, dumbass” though his words were harsh as a sand paper, the way he pulled u away, on the other hand, was gentle as a feather

“u know once the agency learns about this, they’re gonna send your annoying ass with me all the time for fucking missions” he scowled despite actually wanting to have u as his partner

“yeah...probably some fake couple missions”

tags; @mayukhii @innersooya

[whorefordazai]

hi hi its me!! im just feeling really bad and holding my tears rn. can i get anything with aku/chuu/dazai, whoever u deem more fit! they are my comfort bbys. running away from home, even if its just for a night,maybe going to some rooftop or a drive at night. my situation at home isnt the best and i feel rly caged and anxious bc i don't have friends to go out with when my situation gets overwhelming so i just break down in my room haha. anyways, i hope this is good enough? just some comfort or validating words!! sending hugs to u rai, ilysm. thank u for doing this its basically therapy for me ajsbdhd ❤️🌷

I hope things get better for you bestie, love you <33

“Till forever falls apart”

ft. dazai x gn! reader

genre: fluff, comfort

wc: 1.5k (I think🥲)

synopsis: running away from home with dazai yup yup !! simply a big fat cliche but it’s my guilty pleasure of fluff 🌝 includes a lot of kisses, hand holding, and comfort 🧍‍♂️

Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick the fucking tock.

The clock made no noise, but you imagined it did. After all, that was what usually happened when one planned to sneak out during ungodly hours of the night. Looking at the time, it read 3:54 am.

You couldn’t stay here for one more second.

Swiftly, yet quietly lifting off the covers from your body, you got up from bed, and made your way to the window. It wasn’t sunrise yet. The sky was still dark, the streets peacefully quiet. The street lamp flickered, the airy fog was light against the ground.

It was perfect.

It wasn’t perfectly planned—but knowing Dazai, it wouldn’t go completely wrong. Feeling suffocated and unable to stay home, you had spontaneously called him two hours prior, around 2 am. His disoriented sleepy voice had picked up the call.

“...Hm? Babe? What time is it...” Dazai’s delicate husky voice spoke through the phone.

You could almost imagine him letting out a yawn and stretching out in his futon, brown curls resting against his face, his eyes tearing up from the yawn. You mentally cursed yourself when a smile appeared on your lips from hearing the mere sound of his voice.

You cleared your throat. “Yeah, it’s 2 am. Listen I...” your words stopped before you could continue. You gulped. Would he even be up for this? Would he be up for running away?

Dazai seemed to notice your voice falter. He spoke more hushed this time. “Are you okay? Are you safe? Do you need me to get you?”

You stayed silent for a few seconds before exhaling.

“No...well, yes but no. And...no you don’t need to come get me. I just wanted to hear your voice, Osamu. Thanks—you can go back to sleep now.”

You bit your lip, your finger hovered over the hang up button.

“ADADADA WAIT!—“

You raised an eyebrow. Dazai’s voice now spoke louder, as if his tone was full of mischief. “Huh?”

“Darling, I wasn’t sleeping anyway. In what universe would Dazai Osamu be sleeping at 2 am? C’mon sweetheart—you know me better than that.” He chuckled.

Your breathe hitched for a second—and then you laughed. It was a quiet airy laugh. He’s right...what was I so worried about?

“Okay then,” you giggled, voice laced with a plan.

“What do say about running away with me at 4 am?”

“Why that is...MARVELOUS!! Running away is what I do best!”

You laughed again, still managing to keep a hushed voice. “Alright—then come pick me up at 4 am will you? 4 am sharp.”

“You got it, babe.” You could almost picture his devilish smirk and golden brown eyes glinting with mischief.

The clock now read 4:01 am. Dazai was definitely here.

You gulped as you opened the window in your room, careful not to make even the tiniest noise.

And there he was.

It was barely noticeable, but you could see Dazai’s figure between the dark shadows in the car. As you both made eye contact, a smile appeared on your lips.

Just to be cheesy, you blew him a kiss, and he dramatically caught—pressing his fingers to his lips.

Getting out of the window was the easy part—actually leaving without anyone noticing was going to be difficult. It would’ve been even more difficult if Dazai wasn’t here to help you.

“Hi.” You smiled, sitting down on the passenger seat next to him.

“Hi.” He smiled back. The two of you looked at each other for a few seconds, before Dazai moved closer and put a hand on your cheek, immediately locking lips with you.

Hands immediately wrapping around his neck, you smiled into the kiss. The butterflies in your stomach exploded when his hand wrapped around your waist, squeezing your hip. When his tongue brushed against your bottom lip, you breathlessly chuckled and pulled back.

“Hurry, let’s get out of here! We can continue this later~” You scratched the back of your neck, cheeks flushed pink.

“Off we go then!” He smirked, eyes looking forward and hands shifting the car gear.

And you were off.

Probably driving around seventy miles per hour, Dazai rolled down the windows and turned on the radio for some music. You grinned, hearing the sound of the breeze down the music.

“This is—why didn’t we do this sooner!?” You laughed, feeling the wind flush against your face. You looked over to Dazai, who had an equally huge smile on his face, his brown curls being swept back by the wind.

“Y/n—we’re about to drive through a tunnel. Peek your head out the car roof! I swear, it’ll feel amazing!” Dazai beamed, sliding open the car roof so that you would be ready.

“Huh?! Are you sure—”

“I’m very fucking sure!!” He laughed.

“OH—okay then!” A smirk appeared on your lips as you stood up and peaked out half your body through the roof.

It was fucking amazing.

The tunnel was brightly lit with yellow lights, the wind was blowing through your hair. In that moment...hell, you couldn’t even explain how you were feeling in this moment.

As the car stopped on a red light, you sat back down in your seat and closed the car roof. Dazai smirked. “That was cool, right?”

“Very fucking cool. Although, next time I’d like to do in your arms.” You smiled. He raised his eyebrows, and grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles.

A sudden chill went through your body as the wind blew colder. You shivered, rubbing your arms up and down. You chuckled to yourself. I must’ve forgotten to grab a hoodie in all this rush…

“Here, put this on.” Dazai chuckled, leaning to the back seat and grabbing a black hoodie. You eyed him carefully, grabbing the hoodie he was handing to you.

Putting it on, you immediately felt a sense of warmth envelope your skin. Shivering once again, you hugged yourself. It smelled exactly like him.

“Thanks, Osamu…” you softly smiled. He glanced your way for a few seconds before nodding. “No problemo!”

“...No, seriously.” You lightly scoffed with a small smile on your face. You put your hand on his.

“Without you...I would’ve still been stuck there. You have no idea how much you’ve helped….”

Your words were stopped when you felt Dazai grab your hand and intertwine your fingers. He turned his head towards you, a smile on his lips. “I know...call me anytime, okay? I wanna see you all the time.”

You pressed a quick kiss on his lips, sitting back in your seat. Your eyes were practically lit up as you rubbed small circles on Dazai’s knuckles.

You felt simply...the only word to describe it was euphoric. The rush in your bones. It was so fucking cliche, running away with your boyfriend at 4 am.

It was so perfectly cliche that you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself.

“We’re here,” Dazai’s voice sang as he slowed down the car to a complete stop. You looked ahead—it was fairly dark, only a few street laps illuminating the building in front of you.

“An abandoned building…?” Your mouth opened, eyes a little wide.

“Yup! Now come on….” Dazai smiled, pulling your hood over your head and squeezing your face. He moved closer and pressed several kisses on your cheeks, nose, and forehead. Practically anywhere he could get access too.

“H-hey! that’s—a lot—of—kisses!!” You managed to say between breaths as he continued to kiss your lips every time you began to talk. Both his hands were squeezing your cheeks like a baby.

He suddenly laughed, the soft grip on your cheeks now turning into a caress. Dazai’s thumb rubbed soft circles against your cheek. He seemed to quiet down, but he was now staring into your eyes

“Uh...are we gonna go inside or…?” You raised an eyebrow, gently tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear. It was soft, just like how you remembered it to be.

“Yeah...let’s go.” He smirked, hands leaving your face and opening his own door to get out of the car. You got out a second after him, feet hitting the soft dirt.

Dazai suddenly clasped your hand in his, pulling you with him as he dashed to the entrance. Your eyes flew open. “W-wait! Dazai, you seem really excited—“

“No time to speak, darling—were on the move!!” He laughed, pulling the both of you up endless stairs. You felt an enabling rush as Dazai ran ahead of you, hands held together. The buzz in your body, the euphoric smile that never left your lips.

“We’re here,” Dazai gasped out, coming to a halt. The breeze gently blew across the huge clearing. You rested your hands on your knees for a second, just to catch your breath.

“We’re...on the roof…?” You bit your lip, suppressing the huge idiotic smile that was about to make its way onto your face. Dazai nodded, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“This is...beautiful.” The roof was dark, it was ghostly quiet. You could only see the city lights from across the railing. Dazai walked to the edge, hand still intertwined with yours.

He leaned against the metal bar, hands gripping the pole with a huge smile on his lips.

God, he looked so beautiful. His brown hair was gently flowing against the breeze, the bridge of his nose seemed to perfectly shape the rest of his face. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you smiled.

“You’re not gonna ask me to jump off the roof with you, hm?” You whispered as a joke. He glanced at you for half a second before wrapping his whole arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest.

“No...not today, darling.”

His eyes seemed glassy, but somehow the clearest you’d ever seen. You blinked a couple times, before finally settling your face back into his shoulder.

“You know,” he mumbled into your hair. “I look at you in a way I thought I could never look at someone.”

You stayed silent, both your hearts beating. He continued.

“I look at you, with love in my eyes. Love I didn’t know was in me...love I didn’t know I was capable of feeling.” He licked his lips with half lidded eyes. “I look at you with the love I thought I had lost.”

You buried your face deeper into his chest. “I love you so much, Dazai.” You whispered. He kissed the top of your head, humming in response.

“I wanna stay like this forever.” You mumbled, eyes suddenly becoming foggy, remembering you had no one back home.

“I know.” He softly whispered, kissing the top of your head.

“I wanna stay with you forever.”

“I know.”

“Just with you, Dazai. No one else.”

“I know.”

“But we can’t...it won’t last forever.”

“...I know.”

He suddenly wrapped his arms around your whole body, hugging you as if you were going to disappear. One of his arms circled your waist, while the other held the back of your head.

“Then we’ll stay like this—till forever falls apart.” You mumbled, inhaling his sweet scent.

He nodded, kissing the tip of your nose. “Till forever falls apart.”

a/n: a part of this was inspired by the movie perks of being a wallflower, I’m sure you can tell which part :)

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[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S1:E2; Chapter Two, The Weirdo On Maple Street - [Pt. 4 - FINAL]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘠/𝘯, 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴, 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯.

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

The three of us were invited to stay for dinner. Since there weren't enough chairs, they were kind enough to pull out an extra chair for me, so Dustin and I shared the end of the table, opposite Mrs. Wheeler. Nancy and I seemed to be the only kids who were eating.

"Thank you so much for letting us stay Mrs. Wheeler. The food is amazing!" I said, followed by another bite of mashed potatoes.

"You're very welcome, Y/n. And thank you." She said, with a kind smile.

She looked around and noticed the boys were just playing with their meatloaf.

"Something wrong with the meatloaf?" She asked.

"Oh, no, I had two bologna sandwiches for lunch," Dustin said a goofy smile on his face. There's a noticeable pause before he speaks again. "I don't know why." I breathe out a light chuckle and take another bite of mashed potatoes.

Lucas chuckles nervously. "Me, too."

"It's delicious, Mommy." Nancy bats her eyelashes and a quizzical look flashed across my face. I know that tactic. Hell, every kid knows that tactic, she wants something and she is trying to butter up her mom. But to see a Nancy of all people do that is almost laughable.

"Thank you, sweetie."

I look to Mike to gauge his reaction to his teenage sister's odd behavior towards their mom. I fight back a laugh when his actions closely resemble that of an adult in a movie who takes a drink of beer with a thousand-yard stare, trying to forget something said at that moment in time; only this time it's a glass of milk.

"So, there's this... special assembly thing tonight... for Will at the school field."

I furrow my brow in confusion and shock. 'Nancy is nice and all, but since when does she care about Will?' Then it dawned on me. I remember Mike complaining to us earlier about that "douchebag Steve Harrington" and how he and Nancy have been dating. And how he's been sneaking in and out of Nancy's room.

"Barb's driving."

My jaw clenches.

"Why am I just now hearing about this?"

'Because she wants to use my best friend's disappearance as an excuse to leave the house and suck face with her stupid boyfriend.'

"I thought you knew." She said, playing innocent. Mike and I look to each other knowingly and then at Nancy. Well, glaring was a better term for what I was doing.

"I told you, I don't want you out after dark until Will is found."

"I know, I know, but it'd be super weird if I'm not there."

CLANG

I half drop, have threw my silverware on the table in a mix of shock and frustration. When everyone turns and looks at me silently, I quickly play it off with a chuckle.

"Heh, sorry about that. Lost my grip. I'm just thirsty." I say with an innocent smile as I hold up my water, gesturing to it before taking a large gulp.

Everyone but the boys seem to buy it.

Nancy continued and I had to bite my lip so as to not say anything.

"As I was saying, everyone is going."

Mrs. Wheeler sighs and looks to us, then back at Nancy.

"Just... be back by 10:00."

Nancy nods, happy with herself.

"Why don't you take Mike and his friends, too?" She suggested. We all panicked and spoke at the same time.

"No!"

"Mmm-mmm."

"I have a headache" I finished weakly.

"Don't you think you should be there? For Will?"

The four of us all spot Eleven walking down the stairs behind Mrs. Wheeler.

Mike nearly chokes on his milk while I accidentally inhale my water and I begin to choke for real. Mrs. Wheeler turns to see what provoked us so much but the mix of Dustin randomly slamming his fists against the table a few times and me going into a coughing fit was enough to grab her attention.

She looked between the two of us in shock. During my horrendous coughing fit, I was relieved to see El had gotten out of sight.

"Sorry. Spasm." Dustin says sheepishly.

However, it was still incredibly awkward seeing as it was quiet as and everyone just stared at me while I coughed obnoxiously. The coughs got less violent to a point where I could speak.

"Ahh..." cough. "I'm okay... really, I" cough. I hold up a finger and cough for a few seconds. I look up, a painful and sheepish look on my face as I awkwardly try and diffuse the tension. "Don't you hate that. Like, what can you do, wash it down with water?" I look around laughing weakly, but not for long because my awkward chuckles turn into more coughing and I groan. "Haha, ahawww god." I put hands on my knees and take a breather.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"El?" Mike called down the stairs. Mike and I had were able to sneak some food downstairs for her. Thankfully we found her down here, she was in the fort that Mike had made for her, fiddling with Mike's Supercomm.

"Hi, El!" I say with a smile as I walk over and kneel down next to her. Mike does the same and sets down the tray of food. Dustin and Lucas remain standing.

"We brought you some dinner,"

"Yep. No adults. Just us and some meatloaf." Mike replies.

She looks to me, then warily to Dustin and Lucas.

"Don't worry. They won't tell anyone about you. They promise." I assure her in a gentle voice. I turn for them and give them a look. "Right guys?"

Dustin gives her a goofy smile. "We never would've upset you if we knew you had superpowers." I roll my eyes and Mike turns around and swats Dustin in the shin.

I look back to El.

"What my brother meant to say was, they were just scared... earlier. That's all."

Lucas speaks up. "We just wanted to find our friend." I turn around and smile warmly at Lucas, mouthing a 'thank you'. He's a great person, he's just skeptical is all. And protective. He nods his head at me. I look back at El to see her face riddled with confusion.

"'Friend'?" She asks.

"Yeah, friend. Will?"

"What is 'friend'?" She asks.

Lucas starts to say something but cuts himself off, thinking better of it.

"Um, a friend-" He begins.

"Is someone that you'd do anything for." Mike finished for him.

"You lend them your cool stuff, like comic books and trading cards," Dustin said, wistfully.

"And they never break a promise," Mike adds.

"Especially when there's spit."

"Spit?" She asked, looking concerned.

"A spit swear means..." Lucas spits into his palm and shakes Dustin's hand. "you never break your word. It's a bond."

I cringed, while Dustin looked at his hand in disgust. I turn back to El and smile.

"That's super important, because friends... they tell each other things. Things that parents don't know. A friend is someone you can trust completely."

She seems to be soaking up the information, then she looks at me and smiles.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

We had all convinced El to come out of her fort. The three boys were huddled together whispering and I joined El at the D&D table. In fact, she sat where Mike sat during the campaign and I subconsciously sat where Will did on that night.

Although I was a little surprised to see how focused she became. She gently spread her hands along the table, her fingers touching the board.

The three boys walk over. "What's the weirdo doing?" Lucas questions. I give him a glare, to warn him. He clears his throat and corrects himself. "Sorry. Eleven."

I smile, silently thanking him.

"El?" Mike asks. She had her eyes closed for a short while and suddenly she opens them. She grabs Will's signature miniature, the cleric. I hold my breath in anticipation.

"Will." She says.

"Superpowers." Dustin whispered. Lucas rolled his eyes and Mike sat down between me and El, and started asking the questions that were on all our minds.

"Did you see him? On Mirkwood? Do you know where he is?"

She set aside the cleric as I spoke up, my voice barely above a whisper.

"El?" She looks up at me. "Is there... is there anything, anything at all that you could tell us? Anything that you know about our friend?" I ask, my voice breaking. She gives me a sympathetic smile and clears the board by swiping her arm across the table. We all watch intently as she reaches forward and flips the board upside down.

We all stare at the board and then look to El as she grabs the cleric and slams it down in the center of the board. My stomach seems to drop in perfect sync with the miniature.

"I don't understand." Mike croaks.

The room is silent for a few moments as we stare at El, waiting for her response. "Hiding." Her voice came out in a whisper.

"W-Will is hiding?" I stammer.

She nods her head 'yes'.

My fingers subconsciously begin wringing together as I try and swallow all of this information.

"From the bad men?" Mike clarifies.

Her brows furrow ever so slightly as she shakes her 'no'. I take a deep breath.

"Then from who?"

She looks to her side and grabs another miniature, and places it next to the cleric. I let out a breath of air I didn't even know I was holding when I recognized the dreaded piece. We all look around to each other, a look of horror on our faces. Dustin puts his hands behind his head and I put my head in my hands as I try not to panic.

It was the Demogorgon.

[sp00ky-arts]

Screaming Symphony

Alright so, I wrote again lol. There are two versions of this story. One is clean and one is dirty. Both start the same but I put a cut for the smut version.

Anyway thanks to @moonlig​

for this idea.

Synopsis: Bo gets his ass beat..well kinda(then smut happens

You knew this place was strange from the start. Your friends too excited and interested to see the reality of what really was going on. That ‘Bo’ guy really gave you a bad feeling as well. You tried telling them, but as always they brushed you off. I mean, he wasn’t just a pretty face and a smooth talker. He was hiding something. Then your friends slowly started to disappear one by one. Your suspicions rising as you tried to find them, as well as now hiding from Bo. He was now wearing coveralls, ditching the dark suit he was wearing earlier on when you met him. So here you are now, running from the man that was currently chasing you. You all but screamed for help as you tried to get away from the man who was gaining on you. Soon your legs were getting too tired. You didn’t know how much longer you would keep this up. Unfortunately for you, he was faster, and had an advantage over you. With said advantage he had tackled you to the ground.

 “Let me go!” You shout in his face, struggling in his grip.

 “Now, sweetheart, you don’t want to make this harder than it has to be.” He warned. Was that a threat? You spit in his face which you’ll probably regret doing as you kick him in the leg.

 “Ah! You little bitch…come here!” Bo grabbed for you but you dodged again, kicking him in the jaw (rip jawline lol). “Nothing you need to worry about for now, sweetness, now if you don’t mind…” He pounced on you, encasing you as you squirmed in his grasp, careless tossing you over his shoulder.

 “Put me down!” You cried out as you continuously hit his back.

 “Sorry, hun, can’t do that.” You punched particularly hard in plus making him grunt.

 “The sooner I get you in the chair, the sooner I can get started with you.” He boomed. Chair

 You soon figured out what ‘the chair’ was as he takes you back to the all familiar gas station but descends down some stairs leading you to a place you haven’t seen before. It appears to be the basement. It was a bit dim, only lit but a few lights and lamps here and there. Before you knew it he thrusted you on to it before getting close to your face.

 “Alright darling, let’s see how tough you are now.” He taunted. With the little strength you had left you jerked back before headbutting Bo. He stumbled back a bit in surprise as he didn’t expect that.

 “You’re gonna wish ya hadn’t done that, darlin.” He hissed, charging at you. You took a risky shot and kicked him in the knee that him to the floor. Bo was seething when he rose back up, intense blue eyes glaring at you.

 “Alright, you asked fer it.” He strapped your wrists before layering tape over it.

 “Now, let’s see you get out of this, doll.” He breathed in your face

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 Smut Ver.

  You knew this place was strange from the start. Your friends too excited and interested to see the reality of what really was going on. That ‘Bo’ guy really gave you a bad feeling as well. You tried telling them, but as always they brushed you off. I mean, he wasn’t just a pretty face and a smooth talker. He was hiding something. Then your friends slowly started to disappear one by one. Your suspicions rising as you tried to find them, as well as now hiding from Bo. He was now wearing coveralls, ditching the dark suit he was wearing earlier on when you met him. So here you are now, running from the man that was currently chasing you. You all but screamed for help as you tried to get away from the man who was gaining on you. Soon your legs were getting too tired. You didn’t know how much longer you would keep this up. Unfortunately for you, he was faster, and had an advantage over you. With said advantage he had tackled you to the ground.

 “Let me go!” You shout in his face, struggling in his grip.

 “Now, sweetheart, you don’t want to make this harder than it has to be.” He warned. Was that a threat? You spit in his face which you’ll probably regret doing as you kick him in the leg.

 “Ah! You little bitch…come here!” Bo grabbed for you but you dodged again, kicking him in the jaw  (rip jawline lol). “Nothing you need to worry about for now, sweetness, now if you don’t mind…” He pounced on you, encasing you as you squirmed in his grasp, careless tossing you over his shoulder.

 “Put me down!” You cried out as you continuously hit his back.

 “Sorry, hun, can’t do that.” You punched particularly hard in plus making him grunt.

 “The sooner I get you in the chair, the sooner I can get started with you.” He boomed. Chair?

   You soon figured out what ‘the chair’ was as he takes you back to the all familiar gas station but descends down some stairs leading you to a place you haven’t seen before. It appears to be the basement. It was a bit dim, only lit but a few lights and lamps here and there. Before you knew it he thrusted you on to it before getting close to your face.

 “Alright darling, let’s see how tough you are now.” He taunted. With the little strength you had left you jerked back before headbutting Bo. He stumbled back a bit in surprise as he didn’t expect that.

 “You’re gonna wish ya hadn’t done that, darlin.” He hissed, charging at you. You took a risky shot and kicked him in the knee that him to the floor. Bo was seething when he rose back up, intense blue eyes glaring at you.

 “Alright, you asked fer it.” He strapped your wrists before layering tape over it.

 “Now, let’s see you get out of this, doll.” Bo breathed in your face. You shivered at the sensation that hit you. You turned your face away from him as he chuckled as guided your face towards him.

 “Look at me.” He commanded.

 “Go to hell.” You bite back, once again spitting in his face. He simply wiped it off but made no reaction and just proceeded to look at you, almost in an amused way.

 “You ain’t got the strength now, sweetheart. Just give up.” He spoke, softly caressing your face. He was right, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Your body and muscles ached all over, you were tired, and you still haven’t found your friends.

 “Please, let me go.” You weakly reason.

 “Can’t do that.” He states, a wolfish smile growing on his face. You shrink away. He kisses the top of your head and you release a small noise in response.

 “You know, I saw you lookin’ at me earlier.” He bites lip.

 “W-What?” You ask confused.

 “Don’t play dumb with me. When you were with your little group of friends, I saw you.  You almost had this ‘love struck’ look on your face you know.” He chuckles. Your eyes widen. Shit!

 “Between you and me… I like you better than your other little friends, especially the one that looks like a clown with all the make-up she was wearin’.” He mused. Evie. Your face heats up at that. You weren’t blind, you knew he was a good looking man, you just felt his aura change and your gut was saying something. You blink up at him.

 “Where are they?” You ask hoarsely.

 “No need to worry your pretty little head about that, honey. It’s just you and me now.” He licks his lips as he closes in on you. He presses a kiss to your neck, smiling when he feels you squirm.

 “You have the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.” He compliments. Who knows how many times he’s said that one before, you almost laugh.

 “Don’t believe me?  It’s true. You’re also very ambitious. The way your eyes light up, you seem very passionate. But there’s something else there too.” Bo concludes. Where was he going with this?

 “Huh?”

 “Your eyes tell a story. What? Am I wrong?” He continues. What freaked you out was the most was that he wasn’t far off. So you shook your head at that and he makes a small noise.

 “What’s wrong?” You debated on telling him. Why does he care? He was gonna kill me only minutes ago.

 “My parent’s, they always fight. My friends…they’re kind of assholes to be honest, and I got turned down from my job.” You explain.

 “So you’re like a butterfly who somehow got mixed in the wrong crowd?” Bo quirks an eyebrow at you.

 “I guess.” You look anywhere but him, eyes somehow focused to his wrists. As If he read your mind when you looked at them.

 “This was for misbehaving. I always got strapped down if I was ever bad.” He looks at them as the laid next to your face. You don’t know why you did it but you turned and placed kisses on them. Bo looked at you curiously as you did so. Confusion but something else was building in his eyes. Need.

 Turning back to look at him. There was something that held you two. Something drawing you to each other like a moth to a flame. Like you needed each other in a sense. What started as a fun trip took a turn, and then took a turn again. For the better? One minute you were running away from some crazy man that was trying to kill you, now he was kissing you, and you were kissing back. He kissed down your neck to where he stumbled upon a scar and kissed it. You trembled in his grasp and let out a moan at the sensation.  Your heart was beating rapidly at the attention you were receiving. Looking at him with wide eyes and biting your lip in anticipation.

 “God, you look so cute like that.” He breathed before kissing your lips again. The smacking sounds you heard were enough to send you into a state of euphoria. You wanted to grasp on his hair but your hands were restricted that. Bo kissed down your body until he got to the button of your jeans. He undid them in a flash and pulled them off along with your underwear.

 “You’re wet.” He snorted. You glare at him and he puts his hands up in defense.

 “What? It’s true, I ain’t lyin. You’ve literally soaked your underwear.” He cackled. You felt your cheeks heat up. God, this was embarrassing.

 “Do something…please” You pant.

 “Alright, miss bossy.” (What that tongue do though, I’m sorry.). Now being face to face with your wet opening (literally ew) he licked from bottom to top before taking your bundle of nerves into his mouth. You jolt at the sensation and he has to hold you’re his down from bucking.

 “Easy, easy.” He soothes. He teased you a couple of times before inserting his tongue inside you, Bo started a slow pace, softly grazing your insides. (again ew).

 “You taste heavenly, darlin.” He spoke up. Mouth shiny with your juice (I’m gagging writing this.) Eyes blown wide almost looking black. The need is overtaking.

 “Come here.” You say. Bo kisses you once again. You hum against his mouth as you taste yourself. Indeed you tasted pretty good. You felt his fingers go to your wet snatch teasing around before he thrusted one finger inside.

 “Ahhh!” You yelp. He was thick. One finger already felt like two. He started rapidly, walls clenching around him making him grunt at your tightness.

 “Another, add another.” You cry. He did as you said and added another finger. You were already full with two fingers. As he thrusted his fingers inside you his other hand found itself under your shirt and cupping a bra covered breast.

 “Wait hold on, I got it.” He pulled down the cup of your bra and encased your whole breast in his hand.

 “Shit..” You moan. Bo goes back to taking your clit into his mouth, as well as thrusting at a rapid pace and teasing your breast, all of which was driving you crazy.

 “I feel you tightenin’ around me, you close?” He hums around you, you nod as you couldn’t find your voice.

 “Then do it. Come now.” He groans. You feel yourself tightening around him, the fire in your lower belly growing stronger, almost about to burst.

 “Yes.. yess.” You cry. Bo rubs your nub as your walls clench around his fingers. His other hand teasing your nipples making your mind go fuzzy. Oh my god.

 “Bo!” You come with a shout, your body going limp. He mouth is back on you prolonging your orgasm for as long as he can. A string of curses fell from your mouth as you shook and shivered as you released

 “You did good.” He praised you, standing up and caressing your sweaty face. You took a deep breath before relaxing in the chair.

 “Think you got more in you, sweetheart?” Bo asks, and removes his coveralls. You look from his face, to the bulge that grew in his pants, then back to his face again.

 This was going to be a long night.    

Again if you want to see more trash writing let me know.

[pedrosbisch]

My Sun and Stars

Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x Reader w/ nickname

Chapter 1- Call Signs

Chapter 2

Summary:You go out on a Friday night with your buddies, and meet Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia for the first time Rated M for Mature themes, but would prefer the fic stayed 18+ since it gets a little spicy later 👌

AN: Hello everyone! This is my very first fanfic I’m posting, and I hope it’s up to par 😅 I’ve been delaying posting it for so long but I’m so excited to finally get this posted and starting this journey.

TW! Alcohol, Slight Violence. Please let me know if I need to add anything else!

It was just another Friday at the bar after a dull day at work. Your friend Will invited you out for drinks with him and a couple of his buddies to celebrate a friend coming home.

“Where is this guy anyway, aren’t we supposed to be celebrating him?” You ask, frustrated by the fact the person they were celebrating was nearly an hour late.

“Pope’s always late, he runs on his own time. But he’ll be here.” Will took another sip of his beer before glancing toward the door.

“He better be, I can’t stay late. I have to go back home to Maria, I promised her I’d help with the baby after I got back tonight.” Retorted Frankie.

“Speak of the devil.”

Up walked a man with curly hair and sun kissed skin. He's undoubtedly handsome, smiling before he claps a hand on Frankie’s shoulder.

“What’s up cabróns? Sorry I’m late, there was traffic coming from the airport and then there was this girl out in the parking lot who had this ass that-“

“Ah-hem.” You clear your throat, hoping to cut off whatever vulgar story he was about to tell.

“Pope this is Hail. We met through the VA, thought I’d invite her out with us.”

“Hail? Cute, what’s that short for, Hailey?” He pours himself a mug of beer, barely looking your way.

“Hail Mary.”

“That’s a hell of a name. Parents were religious huh?”

Benny snickers and Frankie leans back, preparing for the shitshow to unfold.

“Call sign. Hail Mary, as in the prayer most people say before they’re about to die; A last ditch effort. For a man whose nickname is Pope, seems like you’d know better”

“Oh baby, people call me Pope because I bring them closer to god, whether it’s out in the field or in bed.” He side eyes Benny and they fist bump behind your head.

“Classy.” You roll your eyes and look over to Will who pinches the bridge of his nose and mouths 'sorry' over to you.

“Anyways- glad to have you back safe man, but I really gotta go. Wife’s gonna kill me if I don’t help with the baby like I promised.” Frankie fixes his hat and slaps Pope on the back before walking out.

“Yeah man me too, I’ve got my fight tomorrow and I already got too drunk waiting for you. You gotta come though!” Benny says as he wobbles standing up.

Will quickly stands after and steadies him propping him up on his shoulder. “I better drive Benny home, what about you Hail? You need a ride?”

“I’m alright, I’ll probably stay a little longer. I need to decompress from work.”

“Whatever works for you darlin, text me to let me know when you get home safe.” He says goodbye and shakes Pope’s hand before walking away with his brother.

“And yous better be coming to my match tomorrow!! I need my Hail Mary!!” Benny yelled with his head flopping back and forth.

“I’ll be there Benny.” You punch his ass and send them off, leaving you entirely alone with the menace of a man you’ve just met.

“So uh— you and the Miller brothers seem close.” Pope eyes you up and down, clearly trying to figure out what he’s missed while he was god knows where.

“Sure. Like Will said, we met through the VA. We’ve been pretty close since then.”

“I take it you’re a vet then, with your call sign and all?”

Was he actually trying to get to know you? “No, my dad served. 20 years in the Marine Corps, I just drive him to the meetings. He tried dragging me in one day to set me up with Will.”

“So you two are together then?” He looked up quizzically.

“Ha! If he’s interested he sure doesn’t show it. Plus I don’t think he’s really my type.”

“What is your type then?” Pope raises an eyebrow and a wide grin spreads across his face.

“Definitely not a man some of whose first words around me were ‘there was a girl who had this ass’”

“So you don’t like me because I appreciate the female form?”

“Ha! I don’t like you because you make assumptions. Like how you just assumed that you could get me to go home with you.”

“I’m offended you think so lowly of me Princesa, and how are you so sure I want to you to sleep with me?”

“Don’t call me Princesa, and because if you didn’t want to— you’d be off chasing that girl with the ass down. But you’re here, talking to me about if I’m taken and what my type is. Now if you excuse me, I’m going home.” You gulp down the rest of your beer before grabbing your purse and speed walking to the door.

Pope rushes through the crowds and grabs your arm before you raise it to hail a taxi. You break from his grasp and slam your palm into his chest before realizing it was him.

“Agh! So you’re not all bark after all.” He rubs his shoulder and winces. “Listen, I truly am sorry for this bad first impression. But I don’t think Will would be happy with me if I didn’t at least offer you a ride home in your inebriated state.”

You roll you eyes before you look in your purse and realize all your cash went toward tipping the bartender; You sigh and toss your head back in defeat. “Fine. But you’re not coming in for a nightcap.”

He leads you to his Jeep and you buckle yourself in as he pulls out of the bar parking. You punch your address into his GPS and lean your head against the cool window as the music plays softly. The alcohol hits you all at once like a tidal wave, and your head starts to spin.

You’re thankful the ride home is quiet, and even more so when the car comes to a stop. The car door opens letting the fresh night air hits your face waking you slightly.

“Can I at least walk you to your door?” Says Pope, but this time his tone is different. It’s not assertive or defensive, almost like he cares you get home safe. And he has this look on his face, what is that look? You’re too drunk to tell.

"That would be great, actually." He walks beside you, careful not to touch you unless you expressly needed help. You were doing better than expected, swaying slightly and bumping arms as you walked side by side. You were about to send Pope off, all up until you came to foot of the stairwell.

“Shit. You can go, really I’ll be fine. You’ll be here all night watching me climb these stupid things. Without an ounce of of dignity, I may add.”

He chuckled as you planted your palms on the stairs and began to crawl up them like an overgrown toddler.

“I have all night to help you up the stairs Hail, but I’ll have to touch you. If that’s ok?”

Why did those words send fire through your cheeks? ‘But I’ll have to touch you.’ You quietly nod your head in defeat and feel two strong arms lift you from under your knees and behind your back. You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck and press your head to his chest. The world is spinning and you’re doing anything to anchor yourself, even if it’s to him.

You turn your head and shut your eyes, taking deep even breaths into his chest doing everything in your power to calm yourself. ‘Focus’, you tell yourself. Focus on literally anything but the spinning. You take another deep breath, but this time you take a second to appreciate the scent of Pope’s cologne. It smells expensive, but sooo nice. You hear his heart beating, or—wait. Is it yours? Your mind continues to wander further as footsteps echo off the stairwell. His arms feel so nice, maybe you could invite him… No, you decide. You won’t just be another drunken conquest.

You reach the second floor of your apartment complex and tell him your door number. He steadily places you down, and keeps a steady hand on your back as you dig out your keys. You open the door and catch yourself on the frame turning yourself to face Pope.

“Thank you for taking me home, and for carrying me up the stairs. This is so embarrassing, I swear this never happens.”

“Shh, it’s alright Princesa. Drink some water and get some rest, I’ll see you tomorrow at Benny’s match. I’ll bring my best manners, and hopefully we can forget about today.” He gets you a glass of water and places it next to your couch where you ungracefully plopped yourself down.

“Mmhh. Pope?” You reach, as if trying to reach him without knowing where his is.

“Santiago. My real name is Santiago, but you can call me Santi if you want.”

Your brain is far gone, blacked out in a half asleep state with no filter attached to your mouth. “Well then Santiago, thank you again for bringing me home. Sorry it wasn’t in the context you wanted. Next time if you want it to go more smoothly, ask me to dinner. You smell too good to say no.”

He chuckles and looks at you with a soft expression before locking your door behind him as he makes his way back to his car. For the rest of the night, he replays the way you said his name in his head and makes a mental note to wear the same cologne again tomorrow night.