#completely forgetting I’d downed a bottle before bed

[theuntoldstorythatneedsawriter]

Hydration 💧

Alexia x Reader

warning : fluffy 💭💗

summary :

You’ve always been a little forgetful when it comes to hydration, and Alexia, being the ever-attentive girlfriend she is, has made it her mission to ensure you drink enough water throughout the day.

It's a warm afternoon, and you’re at work, scrolling through your endless to-do list, completely absorbed in your tasks. Your phone buzzes, pulling you out of your focus for a moment. You smile, already knowing who it is before you even look at the screen.

Hey amor, have you had any water today? ❤️

You roll your eyes playfully but feel a warmth spread through your chest. She always remembers to check up on you, even when she’s in the middle of training.

I’m getting some now, promise. Good luck with training, captain 💪❤️

A few seconds later, another buzz. She’s quick to respond, as always.

Good. And thank you, love ❤️. I’ll check in later.

Later in the day, you’re at the gym, trying to push through the last few minutes on the treadmill. You’re exhausted, sweat dripping down your forehead, and your bottle sits untouched beside you. Almost as if on cue, your phone lights up with another message.

Bebé, don’t forget to drink water during your workout. You need to stay hydrated 🫶

You chuckle to yourself, shaking your head. It’s like she has a sixth sense for this. You pick up the bottle and take a long drink, sending her a quick selfie of you mid-gulp.

Happy now? 😂❤️

A minute later, your phone buzzes again.

Very. Now finish strong 💪, then hydrate some more. Love you ❤️

It’s game night, and you’re at the stadium, surrounded by the loud, energetic crowd. Alexia is on the pitch, focused and intense, but you still get a vibration in your pocket during halftime. You pull out your phone and see her name.

Have you been drinking water, amor ?❤️

You grin, shaking your head in disbelief. Even in the middle of a match, she doesn’t forget.

Yes, yes, I’ve got a bottle right here! Now go focus on winning 🏆❤️

She sends back a quick selfie from the locker room, a playful smirk on her face, hair slightly damp with sweat.

Good. Now scream extra loud when I score❤️

Back home, you’re curled up on the couch, half-asleep when you feel your phone buzz against your leg. It’s late, but you smile when you see it’s from Alexia again.

Made it home, finally. Have you been drinking water before bed?❤️

You roll your eyes fondly and send a voice note this time.

Alexia Putellas, I love you, but if you ask me about water one more time tonight, I’m going to—

Before you can finish, there’s a knock on your door. You scramble to answer, and there she is, standing with a grin, holding a bottle of water.

“I thought I’d make sure in person this time,” she teases, stepping inside and wrapping you in a hug. “Now, drink up.”

You laugh, burying your face in her neck. “I think I’m plenty hydrated now, thank you very much.”

She pulls back to look at you, her eyes twinkling. “Good. Because I plan on keeping you around for a long time, and you’re not allowed to get dehydrated on my watch.”

She presses a quick kiss to your forehead, and you sigh happily, already reaching for the bottle. “Yes, captain.”

[hansensgirl]

summary. | Your date night with Steve goes awry.

prompts. | Steve Rogers + Boyfriend’s Dad + “You have no idea what you do to a man like me.” + Cheating, requested by Anonymous.

pairing. | dark!boyfriend’s dad!Steve Rogers x fem!reader.

warnings. | NON/DUBCON, mild smut, age gap, cheating (not on the reader), Daddy kink, anal play, dirty talk, coercion, eavesdropping, stalking, use of butt plugs (alluded), pet names, manipulation, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics.

Dishes clink against each other as you and Steve clear your plates away, more than satisfied with the dinner he made. He invited you over since your boyfriend—his son—is out of town. You gladly accepted his invitation—how could you not? It would be one of the few times your secret affair with the older man could really come alive.

Steve rubs his beard as he downs the rest of the wine, following you to the kitchen as you put the dishes in the sink. You go to wash them, but he places a hand on the small of your back. “Leave it, I’ll take care of them,” your boyfriend’s father mutters in your ear, gently biting the lobe.

You let out a breathy giggle and listen, allowing him to guide you away from the sink. Steve leads you up the stairs and into his bedroom, a place you’ve always had to sneak into until now.

He kisses you the entire time, hands wandering down to your ass. Steve gropes you and gives you a few light spanks, soaking up the moans that you let out. 

“Gosh,” the older man groans, pushing you onto his bed. He climbs on top of you until you’re resting your head on his pillows. “You have no idea what you do to a man like me,” Steve growls, pulling away from your mouth.

You smile as you gaze up at him, admiring the flecks of silver in his hair. It’s such a good look on him—you’ve told him numerous times. 

“Wanna show me, Daddy?” you teasingly ask, and Steve lightly pinches your thigh. You squeal, and he watches you with affection. “Of course… I wanna do so many things to you, baby,” he tells you, running his hands up and down your body.

You relax in his touch, waiting for his next words.

“But I think I wanna fuck that ass tonight, honey…” Steve groans, and he leans down to kiss you. You twist your head and balk at him, completely shocked. Steve always takes things slow—but this is a huge step you don’t think you’re ready for tonight.

The older man scoffs and rolls his eyes, an almost youthful look on his face when he does that. “What? You told him you’d think about it, but you don’t even want to consider it with me?” 

Steve’s words make you gasp—how does he know about your conversation with your boyfriend?

“C’mon, I know you hate the kid. Be my good girl, ‘kay? Let Daddy stretch that ass,” he urges, flipping you onto your stomach. “No– Steve– Wait–” you start, but he shushes you. “I’ll make you feel so good, princess,” he promises, and even though he always does, you don’t care.

Steve begins to hike your skirt up as you kick at him, squirming under his large body to try and escape. But he doesn’t let you.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Daddy’s got ya,” he soothes, lightly spanking you before pulling down your panties. 

Steve places his dominant hand on your lower back, pressing you down onto the bed so you don’t move. He reaches for the bedside table and pulls the drawer open. You twist your head and watch as he grabs a bottle of lube and a butt plug.

“See? I told you I’d make it nice for you,” Steve says, waving the objects before you. He throws them next to your body and begins to play with your ass, kneading your cheeks and pulling them apart to admire your untouched puckered hole. 

And as much as you were denying him before, you know you’re soaking wet, unable to resist the temptations that Steve uses to lure you in. 

[cas-kingdom]

I’m in love with your criminal minds Drabbles!! If possible I’d love to see some bonding between hotch and Reid’s sister <333

You sleeping in arbitrary places wasn't exactly a rarity around the BAU. Not quite yet an official member of the team—though somehow Hotch had enrolled you in some sort of experience programme you were pretty sure he'd made up for your benefit—you had to make do with stiff seats and tucked away corners on the daily as you waited for Spencer to finish his work. Surprisingly, the long days and even longer nights hadn't seemed to sway your wish to join the team just yet, though no one had placed any bets that it would.

Even so, said arbitrary places weren't exactly made use of at nearing midnight on a Friday. Having returned from Gideon's case just that evening, Hotch had sent everyone home with their promises of sleep before hiding himself away in his office to complete some work before the weekend. By the time he'd finished, the bureau had settled into the usual ambience consisting of the few late night workers and janitors.

He headed into the break room with the intention of grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and heading straight home, but the sudden sight of you and yet another of your arbitrary sleeping spots told him that might not be achievable just yet.

You were curled up on the break room couch, a stack of pillows under your head and what looked to be your brother's tweed jacket doing its best to act as a blanket. Hotch stared for a moment, concern slowly pushing away his brief amusement at the situation, and rose a brow when one of your eyes opened to stare at him.

"Hotch," you greeted, not at all groggily, which told him you probably hadn't slept.

Hotch put his bag down and seated himself on the end of the couch. "Y/N, what’re you still doing here?" he asked gently. He put a comforting hand on your ankle under the jacket and you sat up, tucking your frizzy hair behind your ears.

You yawned and shrugged. "Sleeping. Or, lying down, rather."

“I mean in the building." He smiled at your belated look of realisation. "Is Spencer still here?"

The expression on your face grew from tired to exhausted at the mere mention of your brother. Hotch sat back and crossed his arms, an instinctive movement when he figured some profiling may have to come into play. Those lines settled against his brow as he waited for your response.

You picked at a loose thread in the couch. “Playing chess," you said, then looked knowingly up at him. "I know what you’re gonna say, Hotch, but it’s easier to just leave him and let him do his thing. Gideon’s death hit him hard.”

Hotch nodded slowly. “I know. But what about you?”

“I don’t remember Gideon much.”

A corner of his lips curved upwards. Trust you to worry the least about yourself.

"I don’t mean that," he said gently, wondering how his next words would be taken. "Spencer has a tendency to forget about the people around him when he gets himself into one of these states. Now—" He pointed a finger at you before you could rise to your brother's defense "—that's not his fault, and he'll come out of it soon enough. But in the meantime, I don’t want you sleeping here until morning, Y/N." His fatherly instincts long having kicked in, his eyebrows rose in solemnity. "You need some proper rest in your own bed. The couch isn't going to cut it.”

You breathed a dubious laugh, still pulling at the thread. “Spencer has no plans on coming home tonight. Rossi’s already tried.”

“Then let me drive you home?" Your fingers paused and your mouth twisted in thought. Your face was hidden by a curtain of hair, but Hotch dipped his head enough to see your expression. He smiled knowingly. You didn't want to be alone. "Or…I can set up the spare room at mine?”

You peered up at him and for the first time he noted your level of exhaustion. Not only had you been kept physically awake by Spencer's turmoil, but your anxiety about the situation had mentally drained you, too. With your mother states away in a facility and your father completely written out of the picture, Spencer was your person and had been since he'd taken custody of you at four years old. When he wasn't himself, neither were you, and Hotch had always known it.

You took a second to respond, looking past him and out the open door for a moment before returning your gaze to his. "You don't mind?"

Hotch smiled and squeezed your shoulder in reassurance. The end of your storm was near, he was sure.

"Of course not," he said. "You get yourself ready and I'll tell Spencer."

Criminal Minds Masterpost

[muekyn]

a/n: drunk eren confesses his love for you on a rainy day ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ☂ i didn’t know how to end it so apologies it ends abruptly ehehe ;;;

t/w: mentions of alcohol

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small droplets of water formed on the windowsill of your bedroom. they glistened with a multitude of colors, taking your attention away as you heard the soft pitter-patter of the rain outside.

bottles of apple cider were littered on your table, scattered in an unorganized mess. one was tipped over, dripping onto the carpet. you made a mental note to clean it once you had the chance.

your breath was flushed with alcohol, a mixture of fermented apples and spiced cinnamon. you had one too many ciders; your senses intertwined with the room around you. dizzy and dazed, you slumped deeper into the bed, head propped against the wall.

“hey,” breathed a low, deep voice. “hey, were you even listening?”

you glanced up from your drunk stupor to look at the figure across the room. oh right, you almost forgot that eren was here with you.

“yeah… what were you saying again?” you managed to slur out, head tilting in the boy’s direction.

he let out a small huff. “you’re ridiculous.”

“and drunk.” you retorted.

you could see a small smile fall on his face. he was holding a bottle of cider, periodically swigging it. there was a tint of red on his cheeks, it was evident he was drunk himself.

he ran a hand through his long, unkempt hair. “well, just forget about it. it’s nothing important.”

“oh no, no i’m listening now, tell me.” you adjusted yourself from your comfy spot and leaned in closer, hoping it would show eren that you were interested in what he had to say.

“mmh. no, i changed my mind.” eren glanced away from you. it was odd. usually eren was a loudmouth, willing to speak his mind about any subject you two brought up. the fact that he was clamming up, and the fact that you were plastered, made you curious on what he said before you spaced out.

“awh, cmon. you know you can tell me anything ‘ren.” you scooted yourself from your spot, hanging your legs off the edge of the bed. you tapped the bed, beckoning eren to sit with you. “come sit.”

eren clambered out of the chair he was in. he almost lost his footing, stumbling his way to you. he plopped himself down on the bed beside you, bottle still in his hand. he had a somber look written on his face as he turned to look at you.

“it’s just… do you really want to be going out with someone who has a face like a beaver?” eren said lowly. there was a hint of annoyance in his voice as he took another swig from his bottle.

you sighed loudly. how many times has eren said this? “i told you, we’re not dating. stephen and i are just friends.”

eren let out a grunt in response. it was clear that your answer wasn’t satisfactory to him.

“i promise ‘ren. you’re my best friend, i’d tell you if i was dating anybody.”

eren sat there, silent. he took another swig of the bottle, seemingly finishing it. he set the bottle down, and stared off through the window. you sat there, looking at him, waiting for a response. even though he was your best friend, it was incredibly hard to read him. you couldn’t tell if he was upset, angry, or just drunk.

“besides… why does it even matter?” you added.

eren looked at you. his face was completely red, cheeks flushed with alcohol, while his emerald eyes were staring into yours. you could feel yourself growing hot with each second he spent staring at you. it felt like an eternity, just staring into each other’s eyes while the soft sounds of the rain hit the windowsill.

“i’m… just your friend?” he finally said. his voice was soft, much softer than usual.

you took a second to process what he just said. when the realization hit you, you stared at eren, unsure of what to say. he sat there, unmoving.

“well… what do you mean?” was all you could muster. maybe you were misinterpreting things.

“i mean that…” eren trailed off, suddenly scooting up to you. he placed his hand on yours, staring deeply into your eyes. you felt like he could consume you with just his gaze. he leaned in closer, lips brushing against your ear. “…we could be so much more.”

you let out a small squeak. "eren..."

he nuzzled himself against the crook of your neck. "just tell me you want it too."

eren leaned into you more, laying you down on the bed. he was half on top of you at this point, leaving light pecks on your neck while whispering sweet nothings into your ear. “you’re so beautiful… gonna make you mine…” eren was slurring his words, completely wasted at this point.

the two of you laid there for a while, eren giving you light kisses on your ear and neck while you whimpered, running your hands through his hair. you could smell the alcohol that emanated off of his body, the spices hitting your nose. the rain was soothing, ever so slightly tapping against the glass.

you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in closer. he positioned his head to look at you, a drunken smile plastered on his face.

your lips were brushing against each other's, eyes fixated on one another. you inched forward, just enough to press your lips against eren's. eren's kiss was gentle, his lips were soft and warm. you melted into each kiss. he pulled away, your lips still touching.

“you’re everything to me.” eren confessed. "i love you."

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Ok, I don’t have any specific direction for you but, I love your Bob Hughes smut. You’re the only blog I see post abt him and he’s so underrated!! Plus the plots you make for the one shots are so good<3 So yea I’d love to see more bob content. That’s all a wanted to say ily.💋

Summary: going off the adrenaline rush of a nice jackpot of a pharmacy store, Bob finally gives you the time of day you deserve

Warnings: shameless smut, slight voyeurism, mentions of drugs, mentions of doing drugs, fingering, p in v, unprotected.

Authors nore: I love bob soooo much

Bob flopped on the bed lazily, stretching out after sitting in the uncomfortable car seat for the 30 minute ride to and from the last drugstore you robbed. He carefully turned each bottle, inspecting the lable and then the ingredients. He tossed different bottles into 2 separate piles, one for Nadine and Rick, and on for Bob and you, his wife.

"Looks like we're set for a couple of days," Bob smiled, picking out a bottle from your pile.

"Oh, gosh, Bob. We just got the biggest jackpot in a while, don't you want to celebrate?" You asked, a hint of a pout playing on your lips.

"I am celebrating, doll. Come celebrate with me," He winked, tossing you a pill bottle. You three it back at his chest lightly, choosing to lay down over his arm rather than shooting up the drugs you just got.

"Please..?" You batted your eyelashes and he sighed.

"Fine, but straight after we're taking these," he pressed the bottle into your hand, before rolling over your body and ending up on top.

You dropped the pills by your pillow and placed your hands onto his shoulder, desperately pulling him towards your lips. Your lips met in an fiery kiss, pent up temptation and adrenaline pressing at your self control. It was Bob who rocked his hips into you first, pressing his obvious arousal against your core. You pressed back, a push-pull that had you dangerously close to the edge. Bob's hand tangled itself into the waistline of your dress pants, hurriedly trying to ge them off.

As soon as your were stripped of your underthings, Bob's hands were on you again, tracing every inch and outline of your body. His hand hovered over your core, making you increasingly frustrated with how slow everything wa going.

"Goddamnit Bob, do you want to take those pills soon or not?!" You cried in frustration.

"Quiet, baby, Rick'll hear ya." He whispered, pressing his fingers into your tightening cunt. He curled his fingers slowly, letting you taste the delicious stretch of each movement. He had you seeing stars in under a minute, back arching and years threatening to spill.

"I think that's enough prep, Bob," you moaned in a hoarse voice, trying to keep quiet.

"So goddamn needy," he grunted, unbuckling his belt and pressing his tip against your opening. He lifted your leg slightly, propping it up against his shoulder before sliding in with little resistance.

Slowly, Bob started pistoning his hips, his hands moving with each thrust. You let louder and louder moans out each rock of his hips, completely forgetting yourself in pleasure. Your head was drooping and your vision was clouding.

"That's right doll, let them hear how good I make you feel." He whispered, which sent you orgasming around him. Soon after he pulled out and let his seed leak onto your stomach.

"Now can we shoot up some damn drugs?" He huffed, running a hand through his hair to tame it. You laughed and reached for the bottle.

[clumsiestgiantess]

The sixth chapter of the Other-world Universe; Erica finally gets the chance to be rightfully pissed off. (A bit more bad language than usual, just a warning)

all chapters linked here

[The truth comes out]

I spent the day in my own world, afraid to go back to the awful scene I’d left.  Did Erica call the government after me?  I don’t want to go through that again.  If I end up in the hospital like last time, I won't be able to explain what happened without revealing the other-world.  After a night of almost no sleep and the constant press of thoughts and pain, I could barely function.  Thankfully the weekend started tomorrow, so I could spare a day for my trauma.  

How did she know I was there?  I sat buried in bed, refusing to acknowledge the rest of the world.  Did Erica know I was controlling her the whole time?  What if she's been trying to get away from me since day one and I just never knew?  I groaned into a pillow and rolled over, forgetting about my recent injuries.  The second my back hit the bed, searing pain tensed through me.  It felt like knives were repeatedly jabbing into my back.  Cursing, I sat upright, trying to ease my agonizing wounds.  I popped another pain reliever and carefully sat back down, exhausted.

The next day, though my back still ached, I worked up the stamina and courage to visit the mansion.  I can’t just leave.  I had to find out if Erica had known all along, for starters, and apologize for scaring the shit out of her the night before.  As soon as I got into the other-world, I checked and double checked that I was invisible before going anywhere.  Dodging the usual traffic and housing, I made it there in quick time.  However, as I approached the cliffside, I stopped dead in my tracks.  Is this really a good idea?  What if the government set traps for me?  I stood at a distance, trying to spot anything unusual.  

Even when I finally deemed it safe, I decided to wait until the darkest part of night to visit.  It would be the least likely time for someone to spot me.  On the ground below the mansion, I carefully rested my back on the cliff face like the back of a chair, wary of my recent injuries.  I sat feeling more alone than usual, watching and waiting for the sun to set completely.  I was determined to tell Erica the truth, or at least part of it.  She didn’t have to know about the fake version of everything that I see in my world, or that her city is a plaything of both me and my brother.  Oh boy, that’s definitely not something I want to bring up.  Finally, when the sky was completely dark, I stood and turned to face the mansion, still invisible.

Erica was sitting at the kitchen counter, slumped over next to a bottle of something that was probably alcoholic.  Maybe I should come back another night, when she hasn't been drinking.  Just as the thought occurred to me, Erica sat up and looked around warily.  It seemed like she could tell I was watching her.  Staying under my control for months must’ve heightened some sense of me being here, just like I gained a keener sense of where she was wherever I went to control her.  

That’s not creepy at all, I thought sarcastically, feeling something huge and invisible watching you from who knows where.  No wonder she ran from me.  Not knowing what else to do, I reached out and tentatively knocked on the wall beside her.  Erica flinched and slowly crept to the glass door nearby, looking cautiously out from a few feet back.  I slid it open, ridding myself of invisibility in the process.  She gasped and stumbled backwards slightly as I returned my arm to my side.  Erica now froze where she was, understandably too scared to move.  “I.. um” I stuttered, unsure what to say.  “I won’t hurt you, you can come out.”  I retreated to the cliff edge, giving her space to step onto the lawn.

An awkward silence hung in the air as neither of us moved.  “What are you?” Erica finally asked me from inside the house.  “What are you doing here?”  "I'm just a person," I answered, ducking down to see her from the outside.  "And I.. I came to show you the truth about things."  Erica hesitantly stepped into the doorway, looking out and up at me.  "But you're not.  You- you can't be just a person," she gestured vaguely at me, towering above her.  "And I sure as hell hope you're here to tell me the truth, because I've been dying to know what the fuck you thought you were doing!"  I flinched at the sudden shift in her voice.  "For the last eight months I've been living without a single shred of free will.  You're the one who was controlling me, right?  And giving me money, this house.  I suspected someone was behind all of it but I…  How are you even real?"

Erica shuttered, glancing down at the cliff edge.  "I mean, you're standing at ground level right now and I still have to look up at you.  Nevermind the fact that you can control my fucking life, and apparently generate an infinite supply of money."  So she did know I was behind everything.  That's not going to make this very easy.  

"Well," I explained cautiously, "I saw you needed help so I gave you the money, but you spent it all on crap so-"  "I did not!" Erica interrupted, "How the hell did you even get that much money in the first place?"  She stormed out onto the lawn, then abruptly stopped, eyes going wide in realization.  "Wait, when I came out to the balcony of my apartment and I asked if this was a test, did you hear me?  You did, didn't you?  Because then you started making me go to those dumbass therapy sessions!  Which I did NOT need, by the way."

Despite Erica's furious protests against me, I sneered.  "Yeah, right.  Every time I left you with enough cash to help you out, you always managed to end up in bigger debt than you started with."  Huffing, I leaned down over the cliffside to get closer, trying to read the expressions of someone so small from a distance.  It didn't occur to me that I was then looming over her.  "If it weren't for me, you would've been kicked out of your apartment, living on the side of the road somewhere, or with your awful ex.  You're lucky I stepped in when I did.  In fact, you should be thanking me."

Erica gawked, looking up at my looming form in slight terror.  "What- How-  How do you know about John?  Have you been watching me for that long!?  What else do you know about me!?”  She paused, glancing around at the mansion’s long open windows that were basically just walls of glass.  It was designed so you could have a panoramic view of the scenery beyond the cliff — too high up for anyone to see into.  Anyone besides me.  

“You- You weren’t watching me every second, were you?"  Erica backpedaled quickly, tripping on the threshold into the house.  I shrugged, "Your little breakup was the first night I found you, actually," I told her matter-of-factly.  "Yes, I have been watching you for that long.  Think back through everything that's happened since then, I was there.  I watched you wreck your life over and over again.  Finally I just couldn't take it anymore!  Every time I tried to help you, you only made things worse.  How is it that you can't live a normal life without me there forcing you to?"  I practically spat the last words in frustration while I glared down at Erica, who now stood in the doorway, appalled.

"You fucking psycopath!   Are you listening to yourself!?  What the hell do you mean 'force me to live a normal life'?  I HAD A LIFE, YOU SCREWED IT UP!  YOU TOOK IT FROM ME!  IT'S MY GODDAMN LIFE, NOT YOURS!  WHO THE HELL PUT YOU IN CHARGE OF WHAT I CAN OR CAN'T DO?!  YOU SICK BITCH, I-  AHH!"  Seething, I slammed my hand down in front of her, snatching her up by the back of her shirt.  In one swift movement, I dragged her through the air up to my face.  

"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!"  Erica threw her hands over her ears, legs kicking at the open space beneath her.  Being so small, it was a long — and likely deadly — drop down.  "I COULD END YOU RIGHT NOW IF I WANTED TO!" I threatened.  "DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT OR I'LL-"  "ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, FINE!" she managed to yell over me, "Please, just put me down!  I- I'll do whatever you want, please!"  

Erica desperately grasped at my fingers, trying to secure herself without falling to her death.  The lights of the house reflected off her tear-streaked face.  Noticing this, I felt a sudden pang of guilt.  What am I doing?  I came here to apologize, not threaten her.  Carefully, I lowered Erica to the ground, tucking a few fingers beneath her so she wouldn't fall.  Shit.  I took it too far.  She scrambled out of my hand the second it touched the ground and raced into the house, flinging the glass door closed so violently it shattered.  I stood there stunned, a pit forming in my stomach as I watched her disappear inside.  "I'm sorry," I murmured solemnly, "I shouldn't have done that.  I didn't-  I wouldn't have hurt you."  There was no response.  Erica was nowhere to be seen.

I backed away from the house and looked down at the hand I’d just grabbed her with.  It was shaking so badly, I could barely steady it without pressing it flat against myself.  With that same hand, I'd crushed someone to death.  Just then, I'd almost condemned Erica to a similar fate.  That was the first time I'd really contemplated just how small they were.  Erica was only a bit taller than the length of my palm.  She'd been doing everything in her power to stop me from controlling her for the last several months, and I had been ignoring her.  I had the audacity to think she was toying with me when she was just trying to get away.

Guiltily, I glanced back over at the mansion.  I got so pissed at her for yelling at me, but she's right.  I've been denying her everything she wanted since day one, forcing her to make decisions that weren't her own.  Why did I even think that was a good idea?  Didn't I have a rule about not controlling people unless it was absolutely necessary?  Aren’t these people supposed to be toys?  Why are they so.. life-like?  I sighed, desperately wanting to go back to the mansion and apologize.  However, I doubted Erica would want to listen to anything I said after that.  Later, after I returned home, I tried to remember how everything had even started.  Maybe it's best if I don't go back, or just leave Erica alone.  It's the least I could do to make up for tonight.  For everything, really.

That evening, I slept with the grim satisfaction that I'd finally made the right decision.  When I woke up the next day, I went on an early morning jog to clear my head, forcing out all thoughts of the other-world.  I won’t be drawn back there anymore, no matter what.  Not a single good thing has come out of me being there.  

However, as I was eating lunch that same day, a thought struck me out of the blue.  Me, a giant invisible monster, must have given Erica so much paranoia.  At first I shook off the thought.  She doesn't need to worry about me anymore, so she'll be fine now.  Though, for all she knows I could still be lurking around invisibly, waiting for her to let her guard down again.  It took a few seconds for me to process the thought; I choked on the sandwich I was eating at that last notion.

No!  That's true!  I facepalmed in realization.  I can't just leave without saying anything!  If some giant who could become invisible at will threatened MY life and then disappeared, I would be terrified they'd be back to finish the job.  As much as I wanted to avoid a situation like last night, I knew I had to go back.  If only to convince Erica that I wasn't a threat anymore, and save her the stress of believing I would one day come back to either control her again or finish her off.  

Scarfing down the last of my lunch, I rushed downstairs only to realize that it would also be midday in the other-world like it was in my own world.  Damn, I can't go back now.  Surely, Erica would rather have me be visible so she won’t freak out, and I can't do that in broad daylight.  I sat around doing homework and chores, waiting for night to fall, impatiently doing random tasks to keep me busy while I waited.  It seemed like days before the sun finally set and I could safely return.  I made it all the way to the doorway of the basement before my dad stopped me.  “Alexis, come join your brother in the family room.  We’re watching that new movie you wanted to see,” he told me.  “But I-“  “Whatever you want to do can wait till tomorrow.  Come spend some quality time with your family.”  I reluctantly followed him into another room, knowing I couldn’t win that argument.  The other-world can wait until tomorrow, I guess.

By the same time the next day, I was already doubting my plan to return.  I decided it was best to go straight there, assure Erica I was leaving her alone, and go quickly before I screwed up again.  Taking the most direct route I could, again checking that I was invisible, I made it to the mansion.  Peering through the back, I noticed a few boxes stacked in corners.  The house was almost barren inside.  What's going on in there?  

Again, it was like Erica could sense my arrival.  She nervously glanced outside before drawing all the blinds closed so I couldn't see in.  I became visible again, deciding the best thing to do was knock like I had the first time.  I'd barely tapped once on the now duct taped door before she shouted, "Leave me alone!"  I was taken aback by the aggression in her tiny voice, but I knew I had to get this final message out of the way.  

"I just want to talk to you," I responded, trying not to sound too threatening.  "That's what you said last time before you almost threw me off a cliff!" Erica retorted.  Sighing, I tried again.  "Alright, fair point.  You can stay inside if you want, but could you at least open the blinds?"  "I don't have to do shit.  I'm leaving tomorrow and you won't be able to find me."  So that's what the boxes were for.  "Fuck, forget I said anything!  Do NOT follow me when I leave."

"But you don't have to leave!” I called, words tumbling out faster than I wanted.  “I came back to tell you that I'm sorry for, well, a lot of things, but I'm sorry about yesterday and I came to tell you that I’m the one who's leaving.  You don't have to worry about me ever again.  Keep the mansion.  Hell, keep the box of infinite money.  I’m giving it up.  You win."  Everything was silent, then the duct taped door opened slightly.  Erica peered around it.  She scrutinized my face for a while, squinting up at me.  “After everything you've done to me, why should I believe you?"  

I thought it over, trying to come up with something logical.  "Well, you seem to be able to tell when I'm nearby, so I guess you'll believe me when you don't sense me around anymore."  Erica still looked at me dubiously, so I added, "I really am sorry about this.  About everything.  You were right, I was taking over your life and I'm so sorry.  But I'm done now, you don't need to worry."  Erica slid the door all the way open and took one tentative step onto the back lawn.  "If you really are sorry, then you'll leave me alone and you won't come back."  I nodded, "I guess this is goodbye then."  I turned to leave, finally doing the right thing.  Why did it take me this long to do something decently good?

"Wait!" Erica called after me.  I turned around, surprised.  "I thought you said you wanted me to leave."  "I did.  I do, but I.. don't even know who you are.  Or what you are for that matter."  Pacing a few steps back to the mansion, I stopped just short of the cliff face.  Carefully, I lowered myself closer to Erica's height, trying to make myself seem a bit less threatening.  Erica retreated only slightly, her curiosity outweighing her fear.  "And.. I really need to know how closely you were actually watching me.  Did you see-"  I shook my head, cutting her off before she could bring up anything embarrassing.  Even before the moment I thought to control her, I never considered watching her very closely.  Most of the time, I’d left her on her own with nothing but my vague commands to get her work done and whatnot.  

“I wasn’t watching you that closely,” I assured her.  “Don’t worry about me seeing anything too important.  All I did was chauffeur you from one place to another with instructions on what to do.  Half the time I was miles away from you.”  I couldn’t tell from Erica's stony expression whether or not she believed me.  It made me worried that despite my efforts here, she would still be stuck believing that she wasn’t safe from me.  The thought made my stomach queasy.  “Please don’t work yourself up about it.  I’m done messing with your life, I swear.”  

My explanation must’ve sounded suspiciously like a string of excuses, because Erica’s expression only darkened.  I just wanted her to understand that I hadn’t meant to hurt her.  Then again, could I honestly look at what I’d done to her and believe she was happy living like that?  Yes.  Yes, I can.  She’s fake.  That’s the whole reason I can do that to her in the first place… right?

“Ok, well even if you weren’t stalking me at all hours, what about everything you did for me before you controlled my life?  Where did all that money come from?  Was it all just some sick experiment on me?”  "No!" I interjected a bit too loudly, making her flinch.  "Of course it wasn't!  I- I honestly don't know how it escalated to this."  Sighing, I thought back to my original intentions.  "When I first saw you, you were complaining about how you needed money, so I gave you all that cash.  Then, well, I guess I overreacted a bit when I came back and found out you spent it all on frivolous things."  Erica looked as if she wanted to correct my last statement, but she held her tongue, likely remembering what happened the night before last.  "So I tried a bunch of different ways to get you to use the money I gave you the way I wanted you to use it.  Now I realize how stupid I was to try and change you so much I had to.. you know.."  "Take over my life?" Erica finished.  I nodded solemnly.

"I really am sorry," I said yet again, "I promise I was genuinely just trying to help you.  I just.. got carried away with using my stupid powers."  Erica stepped out of the doorway a little further and considered what I'd said.  "So.. one more question before you leave forever."  I nodded expectantly.  "Why do you have powers?  How can you be invisible and control people and be so.. big?"  

I had wanted to give her answers.  Also, I felt like knowing my side of things might help Erica understand me a bit better.  "Well, it all started with a giant storm.."  I began to relay everything that happened to me since I arrived, starting with my horrific first day, and ending with when I first decided to control her, conveniently leaving out the crushed house, multiple destroyed cars, and the origin of her world.  I didn’t think she was quite ready to hear about those things.  "So wait.  The government is after you?" Erica asked after listening to my story.  "Yeah, they were; I don't know if they are anymore."  "And you.. killed someone.  By accident?"  She was referring to the first time I came here — the man in the mountains on my first night.  I looked away guiltily, suddenly doubting whether I should’ve told Erica any of that story.  But if I wanted her to trust me, I needed to tell her the truth.  Your world’s a plastic toy in my world.  Ok, most of the truth.  

"Y- yeah.  I grabbed him a bit too tightly.  Oh, and I've definitely amassed a decent amount of property damage walking around."  "You mean like the parking garage?"  My mind briefly went blank in fear.  "Shit!  I left my blood on that thing!" I shot to my full height in alarm, making Erica practically fall over, terrified.  "The government's going to start looking for me again when they see that!"  I started towards the city in a panic.  "No, it's fine!  Don't go barge into the city, it's fine!"  I stopped abruptly, "What do you mean?"  Erica shakily stood back up, and I mumbled an apology for moving so quickly.  "When you disappeared that night, the blood disappeared too."  "Really?" I asked incredulously, turning back in disbelief.  “It probably had something to do with me returning to my own world.”  I wish the cuts on my back had disappeared too.   "That's a relief.  But either way, I really should be going.  You have your own life now, I should leave you to it."  Erica nodded, staring thoughtfully up at me for a long moment before waving a hand as if to shoo me away.  That time, I left without a call to return.  A strange melancholy feeling rested in my gut when I realized that I hadn’t even spoken to Erica in about a year — not even once since the day I first saw her.  It was crazy enough that it had been that long since I’d found the other-world.  13 months to be exact.  I vanished into the night hoping that Erica believed me, or at the very least would eventually believe me.  At last I was returning to my own world for good.

I know this looks like the end, but there is so much more coming y’all can’t even imagine.

[joeyloganho]

Energy Drink (Vampire!Joey Logano/Ryan Blaney)

(A/N: Teen and up fic. No spice. Hope yall like it. :3)

Thunder rumbled gently in the distance, rain splashing the windows with a steady downpour. Joey sat shirtless on the edge of the bed, watching the rain hitting the small window of the RV. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. He had about five hundred texts from crew members, all saying “Race postponed. You good?” He couldn’t figure out why they were asking that. Had something happened? He tried to remember through the tiredness, but his mind was so foggy with hunger. Joey grabbed a shirt and put it on before heading to the small kitchen. 

“You’ve been sleepin’ in, huh?” Ryan said with a grin as he sat on the couch, casually watching Joey as he walked out of the bedroom.  “No shit.” Joey said with a small smirk, moving his head side to side. He definitely slept wrong, that was for sure. “What happened last night?” Ryan asked with a raised eyebrow. Joey shrugged and opened the fridge, looking for his special cocktail of blood and a hint of oil.  “You tell me.” Joey told him as he still searched through the small fridge. The bottle had been sitting right in the front of the top shelf, or at least that’s what Joey had remembered. Was he so out of it that he didn’t remember setting it somewhere else? 

Ryan laughed suspiciously, as though he didn’t believe Joey’s words. “What, you mean you don’t remember?” He questioned. “It’d be kinda hard to forget, I’d imagine.”  Joey groaned, still tired and still unable to find his blood. He rubbed at his eyes, trying to wipe the tired feeling from his being. “Just tell me.”  “Some guy was flirting with you, and he said he liked your fangs.” Ryan chuckled. “You do have fangs.”  “Yeah. And?” Joey asked, running his tongue gently over his pointy teeth. He had had them even before Brad had turned him, only now they were slightly longer and much sharper. “Is that all?” 

Ryan picked up the bottle he was drinking from off the table. He took a sip and grimaced as though it tasted off. Setting it back down, he spoke. “No. He asked if you’d bite his neck and you went wild. You were gonna do it man. And then we had to pull you off the guy, and then you just straight up disappeared…” Ryan smiled. “You’re kinky, Logano. I didn’t realize.”  “Shut up.” Joey sighed. “Have you been in my fridge?” He asked, standing up straight and looking at his teammate with a hunger in his eyes. He kept reminding himself to not feed off Ryan. He didn’t know that Joey was a vampire. In fact, he wasn’t sure that Ryan was aware of real life vampires at all. If anything, he’d probably think it’d just be some kink thing. 

Ryan sat up and picked the bottle up from the table yet again. “Uh yeah. Had some V8.”  “V8?” Joey asked, looking at the bottle before he realized with a fear in his soul. “Oh fuck.”  Ryan held up the bottle  in front of his face that said “ONLY for Joey” on it. The bottle had been completely full to the brim, but was now empty save a few drops at the bottom. He shrugged and sat the bottle back down, only for Joey to run and grab it, drinking the remaining drops from it as though he was a rabid animal. He growled and shook the bottle, trying to get as much of the blood out as he possibly could.  “Whoa dude. Didn’t know you liked V8 that much.” Ryan laughed.  “It’s not V8.” Joey moans almost in pleasure as the blood starts to take effect. It wasn’t enough. It never was, but especially now. Just a few drops would never satiate the hunger. He’d have to think of something.  “...what is it?” Ryan questioned.  “...it’s…uh…an energy drink.” Joey lied. Ryan raised his eyebrows and smirked.  “An energy drink…right…” He said standing up and heading to the door. “Well it tasted like somethin’ weird. Like blood or somethin’.”

[gretavanlace]

sam always came over unannounced. you should’ve known better at this point.

you lay in your bed, vibrator working wonders on your aching clit as you neared an end you’d been building up longer than you should’ve, but god if you didn’t love the wait.

and then there was a knock, snapping you right back into reality.

did you order food? are your neighbours coming over to complain about the food? did someone go to the wrong door?

you placed your vibrator on your bedside table - mistake number one - and slipped on a tshirt long enough to be a dress before walking out of your bedroom, leaving your door open a crack - mistake number two.

when you answered the door it was none other than your best friend and most annoying house guest sam standing at the door, looking impatient as ever.

“it’s saturday night and you’re wearing that? come on, get dressed, we’re going out.”

“you could’ve at least texted me,” you said as you closed the door behind him.

“this is a lot more fun.” he winked and you felt your stomach flutter. he scoured around your kitchen, looking for something to drink perhaps. “i like seeing the look of disappointment in your eyes when you realize it’s only me.”

you shot him a glare, grabbing the bottle of tequila he had just taken a swig out of out of his hands. “no one else i’d rather have raiding my alcohol, actually.”

he clapped his hands together and stood up straight. “okay, come on, i’m bored, the town is hopping, let’s get you into one of those slutty little dresses of yours and let’s go out,”

he practically strutted his way to your bedroom, the door being opened in the slightest giving him permission to go in. you practically ran after him, your face hot with a weird sense of embarrassment when he froze in the doorway, his eyes stuck on your bedside table.

what you couldn’t see from behind was that his pupils dilated, he sucked in a breath, and he licked over his bottom lip in amusement.

you rushed past him, hoping if you put your vibrator away fast enough he’d forget it was there. your face felt hot and god, did you ever feel embarrassed.

and why? sam was always your wing man, he helped you score countless hookups before, but something about this felt private, secretive, dangerous.

“sorry about the mess,” you mumble almost incoherently as he just stood there and watched you panic.

what you couldn’t see was how he was picturing you on the bed, legs parted wide, vibrator humming against your clit. how he pictured you moaning his name while you lay alone in bed. it was enough to make his cock twitch in his jeans.

“no,” he said softly, he inched closer to you, staring down at you with a lust filled look you had never seen towards you before. he placed his hand on the wrist of the hand that held your vibrator.

“did i interrupt something?” his words were dripping with sex, but his tone stayed innocent.

you swallowed heavily. all the air had left your lungs, you were sure of it.

you nodded slowly and stared up at him in disbelief that this was even being talked about.

he leaned to your ear, his breath hot and heavy, his words full of lust while his tone remained innocent, his hand still gripping your wrist.

“you know, i’ve thought about you countless times in this bed..” he mumbled, his other hand trailing up your side, toying with your tshirt riding up ever so slightly.

you felt completely exposed, you were in such a rush to answer the door you didn’t have anything on underneath.

“never pictured you using this..” he squeezed your wrist gently. your mouth hung open in disbelief at his confession. “god, it’s driving me wild,”

his touch, his breath, his words - all of it drove you completely wild. after what felt like an excruciatingly long amount of silence you finally spoke up.

“you wanna see me use it?”

Sammy girls, gather ‘round…my beautiful anon has decided to feed you

[pink-booty-butts]

Flowers (Ariel Conroy x Reader)

Pairing: Ariel Conroy x fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,530

Summary: Your first date with ya boi, what else can I say

Warnings: Ariel being a stalker, Ariel wanting to hurt a man, one mention of reader reading smut and vague allusions to sexy times at the end, but no actual smut in this fic, only kissing :)

A/N: i am so upset that i can’t find the post that inspired this!! but since i love ariel an unhealthy amount i daydreamed about this scenario many times, and since i’m on this writing kick i thought i’d write it out and share it with everyone. sorry if it’s bad, and if ariel is ooc, i’m still figuring out how to write haha. i hope you like it :D

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Ariel had been observing you religiously for the past month. Learning all of your habits, likes and dislikes, even carefully reading the fanfiction you read to figure out your kinks. He had the perfect template of your ideal man before he decided to strike. Ariel noticed you had downloaded a dating app, and decided the perfect opportunity had just fallen into his lap.

He hacked into your account, making sure no one else could match with you but him. Since he has a perfect record of your schedule, he knows that now you are about to get on the bus and start scrolling through your matches on the way home. He’s not used to taking pictures of himself, but made an effort to take ones that made him look appealing to your tastes, and made sure his profile was the first one to pop up the next time you open the app. Lucky him, he was right on time. --- After a long day at work, riding on the bus is the last thing you want to do, but you’re grateful the bus you get on is normally pretty empty. You sit at a window seat near the back, taking care to stretch your legs out. You open the recently downloaded app on your phone, and while waiting for it to load you take a sip from your water bottle. Once you put it back in your bag, you see an unfairly attractive man pop up. You swear you can feel yourself blushing just from looking at his pictures, and when reading his bio you can’t believe you just happened to stumble across your perfect man. Wanting to calm yourself down first, you check your messages.

Huh, that’s weird, you think internally. All of your matches and messages have just… vanished. Your heart stings a little as you wonder if it’s your fault. Am I really that boring? Before you start berating yourself further, you try to convince yourself that it’s just a glitch. Going back to your potential matches, you decide to swipe right on Ariel’s profile. --- Finally, Ariel says in his head, as he gets the notification that you have accepted his match request. He’s waited this long already; he doesn’t want to wait a moment longer. As such, he decides to message you first. --- You find yourself talking to Ariel the entire ride home, completely engrossed in your text conversation with him. The more you talk to him, the more you find yourself questioning if such a man even exists. Surely, you think to yourself, this is an elaborate daydream you have conjured to deal with your loneliness. You are shaken from your thoughts when the bus driver calls back to you.

“Isn’t this your stop?” they ask, used to seeing you on this route every workday. You’re thankful the bus driver remembers you, because otherwise, you would’ve ridden the bus all the way to the end of the line without realizing.

“Yes, thank you!” You quickly say, before grabbing your bag and heading out the door.

When you get home, you quickly take a shower and flop on your bed, exhausted. Work had been more stressful than it usually was today, and all you wanted to do was go to sleep and forget everything that happened. Then you remembered the one saving grace of your day, and unlocked your phone again to reply to Ariel. You left him on read after you got off the bus, but luckily Ariel spies on you on a regular basis so he was already aware that you were not ignoring him on purpose. (Though he was upset because this was his first time talking to you and it was cut short.) You reply to his previous message, smiling to yourself, and he responds with a Google Maps screenshot of a restaurant that you’ve been dying to go to, but is always booked full.

A: I have reservations for this place on Saturday. I’d like to take you if you’re available.

Squealing, you say yes, and hope that Saturday comes sooner than you think. --- Saturday has finally come, and Ariel is adjusting his shirt collar as he waits for you outside of the restaurant. He bought a bouquet of your favorite flowers, looking forward to hopefully seeing them somewhere in your room when he spies on you later tonight. Finding the ideal clothing to wear was quite difficult, since you don’t spend your time looking at men’s clothing, but he managed to find an old abandoned Pinterest board from years ago that you made of your dream wedding. He tried to match it as well as he could with his knowledge of your current tastes, and hoped it would be enough to make a good first impression. --- As the taxi rounds the corner, you feel your stomach doing backflips. You’re wearing your best dress and attempted to make yourself look nice, but you’re still nervous. You ask yourself: am I really good enough for him? You don’t have time to answer that question though, as the taxi stops in front of the restaurant and you see Ariel approaching it to open the door for you.

“Thank you,” you smile at him nervously as you take his hand to exit the taxi. Ariel knows you so well at this point he can tell that you’re nervous, and finds himself grinning internally knowing he has such an effect on you already. Ariel walks you to the entrance of the restaurant, and gives you the flowers he had been holding with his other hand. “Wow, these are my favorite!” you beam at him, feeling some of your nervousness dissipate. “How did you know?”

“Lucky guess,” he shrugs, “I saw them and thought of you.” Before you have the opportunity to thank him again, he is talking to the server about his reservation. On the way to your table, you look around and notice the restaurant is even more expensive than you originally thought. When you realize this, you suddenly remember you don’t know what Ariel does for work. How can he afford this? You don’t have time to ruminate on it as Ariel is pulling out your chair, looking at you expectantly to sit down. You do, and put the flowers to the side of the table. --- As Ariel sits down and discreetly uses his hand sanitizer underneath the tablecloth, he struggles to hold down his pure elation at the sight of you. After months of research, here you are in front of him, inches away. All he has to do is make sure this date goes perfectly, in his mind knowing that you’re already madly in love with him even if you don’t realize it yet.

“You look beautiful,” he can’t stop himself from saying. Not that he would want to, of course. He’d tell you how beautiful you are every second for the rest of today if it meant you’d come home with him tonight.

“Thank you, you look really nice too,” you say, feeling your anxiety bubble back up to the surface. “I’m sorry, I’m being awkward. I haven’t been on a date in a while and I’m really nervous,” you admit to him. You hope your honesty helps, not sure if it can salvage what—from your perspective—is a failed date. There’s no way a guy this perfect wants me of all people.

Ariel laughs as he takes a sip from his drink. “I wasn’t thinking that at all,” he smiles. “I think you’re wonderful. If it helps, I haven’t been on a date in a long time either.” Not since Layla ran away with his idiot brother.  

You chuckle in disbelief, “Really?” you smile genuinely, and when Ariel sees it he thinks that he can’t wait to see you look at him like that forever. “Somehow I find that hard to believe,” you tease.

He narrows his eyes at you while smirking. “Oh really? Why is that, sweetheart?” he clasps his hands in front of himself, and you realize that he genuinely expects you to answer. I can’t tell him I think he’s the hottest man alive, I’ll look so desperate! you scream internally. Luckily the waiter comes to your rescue, as it is now time for the two of you to order your food. --- It doesn’t escape Ariel that the waiter is glancing at you repeatedly, trying to find an excuse to continue talking to you. He knows that right now it is crucial for him to maintain his composure, since this is your first date, but he can’t help the images popping into his mind about seriously injuring the man in-between the two of you. Ariel makes a mental note that you are too kind for your own good, and once you are officially his he will have to keep a closer eye on the people that speak to you. --- The two of you engage in casual conversation over dinner, and as your anxiety from earlier is quickly dissipating, you find yourself being disappointed that this means the night is almost over. Ariel and you have so much in common, and though you would never admit it out loud, you almost feel as though you’ve fallen in love on the first date. You chastise yourself for being so desperate, and hope that this isn’t too good to be true.

Ariel pays for the bill like a gentleman, and before the two of you walk out of the restaurant, you decide to go to the bathroom. Trusting Ariel, you leave your purse on your chair. The waiter thinks he’s being discreet when he slips a note in it as he passes by, but luckily Ariel has the eyes of a hawk and snatches it out when the waiter leaves. He looks down at it, sneering in disgust that this man thinks he has any chance with you. He throws it on the floor under the table and uses his sanitizer again by the time you walk out of the bathroom.

“Ready to go?” you ask him, picking up your purse and the flowers he gave you. You take this opportunity to smell them, enjoying their soft scent.

“Yeah,” he holds his arm out expectantly, waiting for you to wrap your arm around his. Once you do, he leads you outside the restaurant and into the night-lit street. “I’d like to drive you home, if that’s alright with you.” Could he get anymore perfect?

In another life, perhaps you would have considered the ramifications of a guy you just met knowing where you live, but since Ariel is checking all of your boxes and seems to be attracted to you, you say yes instead. “Wonderful,” he tells you, “my car is this way.”

On the way to his car, Ariel asks for your address and pretends to put it in his phone. Once you are safely seated in the passenger seat, you start looking around Ariel’s car and notice it’s immaculately cleaned, inside and outside. The only questionable thing though, is the box of rubber gloves sitting on the center console. You look at it a little too long, and Ariel notices.

“Sorry about those,” his hands tense around the steering wheel. Is his plan going to be ruined because he forgot about a box of gloves? There’s no way, he tells himself. He reminds himself that you love him, and nothing could ever get between the two of you. “I don’t like germs.”

“Oh thank god,” you breathe out a sigh of relief. Here you were, thinking you got in a car with a murderer. You decide against mentioning that part though, not wanting to hurt his feelings. “That must be hard. I hope you don’t feel pressured to not wear them around me or anything, I promise I won’t judge you.”

Ariel relaxes his grip on the wheel and smiles, choosing to glance at you out of the corner of his eye. How could he have doubted his angel?

The two of you arrive in front of your place, and he opens your car door for the third time that night. You take his hand and walk to your front door, Ariel holding the bouquet of flowers momentarily so you can rummage in your bag for your keys. Once you do, you look up at him and smile sadly, wishing this night could last forever.

“Thank you so much for dinner tonight, the flowers, everything,” you gush, feeling like you have no control over your words. “It was amazing. I really like you, I’d like to do this again if you like me too.” You start blushing and fiddling with the hem of your dress, feeling like a young schoolgirl asking her crush out during lunch. Seeing this, Ariel steps closer and tilts your head up towards him, not wanting your face to be obscured from him ever again.

Ariel cups your cheek with one of his hands, and wraps the other around your waist gently. His moves are gentle and calculated, almost rehearsed. His thumb moves across your cheek agonizingly slow, almost as if he’s trying to memorize your individual pores. “Anytime,” he whispers, before kissing you gently.

At first you thought it was just a quick peck on the lips, but then Ariel continued to kiss you. You didn’t mind, his lips were so soft and he knew how to touch you in just the right way. As the two of you continued kissing, his lips started moving a bit more quickly against yours, and he licked your bottom lip asking for entrance. Once you did, Ariel’s hands held you a bit tighter, his kisses becoming animalistic and desperate. Your tongue tried to keep up with Ariel’s, but you were no match for him. He took what he wanted from you, clashing his teeth against yours and lightly bruising your waist with his fingerprints. Running out of breath, you let out a light whimper, and Ariel feels his body flooding with satisfaction at the small noise he elicited from you.

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself,” Ariel says after removing his lips from yours. He removes his hands from your face and waist but moves to caress the top of your hand with his thumb, not wanting to be apart from you. “You’re my perfect girl.”

“It-it’s okay,” you breathe out, touching your fingertips to your lips with your other hand. “I liked it. A lot, actually,” you admit. You shiver slightly, due to the loss of warmth from his body against yours.

Ariel grins wickedly, getting closer to you again so his breath is fanning your face. He looks into your eyes and asks, “In that case, can I do it again?”

“Yes,” you tell him. He smashes his lips to yours a second time, grabbing at your waist and pulling you towards him like he’ll die if you’re not touching every inch of him. You grab the collar of his suit jacket, and pull him inside your apartment. Once the door is closed and locked, Ariel thinks to himself: I can’t wait to watch this later.

[peppermintmochafem]

Alright, I’ll tell you an embarrassing story for your entertainment. So due to the ADHD, I can be a himbo of a butch sometimes.

A couple months ago, I was getting ready to take a shower. Everyone had just been excused from dinner and I’d had my sights set on a shower after dinner and then I’d hopefully have enough time to call my then-gf before bed. Because my little brother and I share a bathroom and he goes to bed earlier than me, it’s normally a race against each other after dinner to get to the shower first. So I get to the shower and I start it and realize I forgot my clothes. So I close the door to the bathroom and think, “wouldn’t it be funny if I forgot to come back because the door is closed…”

So I get my clothes and run upstairs to refill my water bottle and I run back downstairs and I see the closed bathroom door and hear the shower running and I go, “dammit! He stole my shower when I ran upstairs!” So I decide he can’t take that long and I’m gonna pop out and scare him when he opens that bathroom door. So I’m waiting for 30ish minutes complaining about my brother and how long he’s taking in the shower to my gf. They then asks me if they can call and I agree because waiting for my brother is taking too long. So I talk to them for about an hour and a half, peaking my head out every so often to see if I can take a shower yet. It’s about 10 at night now so my brother is probably in bed but the shower is running. My parents’ shower was broken so my dad would use the basement shower that week. And he wasn’t watching TV down there when I walked past the bathroom and light was on and the shower running, so I thought my dad showering. I was like, “what the hell?! Why is everyone showering this evening!” So after a little while, my ex and I hung up and we were texting (had to keep them updated on the situation). At this point I was walking back and forth in front of the bathroom door, wondering if I should knock now or if they’d even hear me over the water when I notice condensation dripping from the door and the door frame. The realization HIT me like a freight train. I was the sucker who was taking the shower! I’d been waiting for my own shower for 3 HOURS!!! 🤦‍♂️ I immediately told my ex and they got such a kick out of that. 😆 I was in such disbelief that I wasted so much water, possibly damaged the paint and wood trim in the bathroom and that I actually forgot my shower (like I worried I would). It felt like the ending of a mystery or “Inception” or “Fight Club” or one of those movies with a major paradigm-shifting twist at the end. I WAS TYLER DURDEN THIS ENTIRE TIME 🤦‍♂️ smh

Hii beloved mutual 🫶 this is so himbo with adhd core of you omg! I also think it's very cute that you would try to scare your brother for stealing your shower mwhaha!

But that also sounds very stressful! I am not very forgetful at all really. One time, before I had a microwave, I would heat up all my drink in a little pot for camping on the stove and I was heating up a peppermint mocha. Completely forgot about it, it boiled over and set off the fire alarms :) and that was so hard to clean up omg. Omg also as a kid I would forget to wear shoes places and I would get very embarrassed about that. I never had those like stress dreams of going to school naked that people talk about but in grade school I did have stress dreams of going to school barefoot heheheh

[clone-anon-after-dark]

Coming Home (Sinker x M!Reader)

Sinker x M!Reader

Word Count: 1212

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, handjobs, unprotected PiA, aftercare

A/N: brief description of how you met before getting to the goods

Note: There are two versions of this fic. The f!reader version can be found here.

For Sinker, it all started the day after a great date.  He thought it went well, but ultimately that person’s heart belonged to someone else.  Feeling out of sorts over it, he decided to treat himself to some decent food before shipping out and relying on ration bars for however long.  He stopped in a cafe.  He’d never been there before, but had heard the food was very good.  He noticed everyone else standing around and gazing at the menu, but you stood next to him in line, looking ahead and clearly knew what you wanted.  

He turned and asked, “Do you have any suggestions for someone who is about to have to eat a bunch of ration bars for the next few weeks?”

He received an amused huff from you before you made several suggestions.  You ended up eating together and when he got back, he took you on a proper date.  You’d been together ever since.

Outside of his brothers and general, he didn’t have anyone he was close to, at least not in the ways he wanted.  It took him time to open up, but once he started to and saw you embraced him as he was, you saw a whole new, amazing side of him.  Months later he was practically living with you when he wasn’t off fighting the war. 

Today he was back from a mission and while he loved you, he was a bit annoyed that the first thing you asked was for him to bring home take out food.  Sure, he was hungry, but he wanted to be home, curled in bed around you and one more stop just made him wait longer.  He still picked up the food after agreeing with an eye roll and a “yes, cyare.”  He came home to find you sitting on the couch in a t-shirt and only a t-shirt.  He smirked at the playfulness and put the food down on the counter.

“I thought about it,” you said, standing up and coming over to him as he placed the food on the kitchen counter.  “We can always reheat this.  You sounded like you needed some tender loving care and I’d like to provide that.”

You smiled, held his hand in your own, and kissed each knuckle while making playful eye contact.  This was not what he was expecting.  Sinker was a little breathless, heart beating faster as his eyes scanned your form. You weren’t completely naked, but he could help with that.  

“I missed you,” he said, his vulnerable expression betraying the emotion at the heart of his desire.

Dinner forgotten, you started kissing him and walked him to the couch, a line of his clothes left along your path. You still kept your shirt on, but he was completely naked as you pushed him onto the couch.  He deepened the kiss as you straddled him.

“Wait,” you said, clearly forgetting something.  Sinker looked at you, amused, as you got up and hurried down the hallway. He had to laugh when you returned and triumphantly held up the bottle of lube.  

“Okay,” you said as you sat down next to him. “Continue.”

He shook his head and cupped your cheek as he kissed you again.  You enjoyed long kisses as your tongues danced together.  You could feel the tension in his jaw start to leave, smiling to yourself that he was starting to let go of his stresses.  He let out a sigh as you pumped his length with your hand, the delicious slippery feel causing him to groan.  He looked down to see the end of your cock poking out from underneath your shirt.  He grinned and helped you out of your shirt, insisting you wouldn’t need it.  You let out a pant of air as he cupped your balls and started swirling circles around your tip with his thumb.  He stood perfectly at attention and you slowed the movement of your hand up his length just enough to draw out the feeling.

“Oh,” you gasped. “You know what I need?”

“What’s that,” he replied between groans.

“I think it’s the same thing you need,” you said.

“Oh really?”

“Yes. It’s your cock in my ass.”

“I can never say no to that,” he answered.

Sinker adjusted his position on the couch and you straddled him again.  He groaned as you sank onto his length, taking your time as he filled you up.  His hands roamed your chest, reaching around to squeeze your ass cheek in one hand and give proper attention to your own cock with his other.  You could see the tension leaving his body as you started grinding your hips against him.  You didn’t go too fast, trying to let the feeling last.  He knitted his eyebrows in that way he did when his toes curled and you smiled at him beneath you.  You picked up the pace, your body craving the sensation.  He continued to pump your length, but as he got closer to his own release, he didn’t want to leave you behind.  He stopped working over your cock, moaning louder as you squeezed against him a little tighter.  He lightly stroked your balls, leaving your length bouncing, and whispered “come for me.”  Your body responded and within a few strokes of his hand he had your spend landing on your abdomen.  Sinker licked his lips, a fire inside him with the knowledge that he could make you come like that.

“Now it’s your turn,” you said, leaning forward a little and gazing into his beautiful eyes.  “Come in my ass.” 

You made more fervent motions, nearly letting him leave your body before taking him all back in, continuing to ride him until he held your ass firmly against his hips and shot his load into you with a soft grunt.  You panted together, smiling with love in your eyes as you both caught your breath.

“Better,” you asked.

Sinker carefully sat up a bit, embracing you and kissed you wildly, responding, “Better.”  He studied your face like you were the most interesting being in the galaxy, like he was seeing you for the first time.  You couldn’t help but feel a slight heat bloom on your cheeks.  Even now he made you feel a little giddy.  You picked up his hand and kissed the palm.

“You’re so good to me,” he said quietly.

You could only respond with, “I’m so very in love with you.”  You kissed his forehead and felt him melt even further.

“I love you too.”

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, sitting on his lap, leaving little kisses, and coming down off your high.  After some time, he looked at you both.

“We could use a shower,” he said. “Let me take care of you.”

You nodded, accepting his help getting up and getting clean.  Every movement was a sign of affection from holding your hand and helping you into the shower, to using a soft washcloth all over you, to hugging you and kissing your temple under the water just because. After you dried off, you both threw on underwear and t-shirts and reheated dinner.  You sat together on the couch, enjoying your meal, snuggled up to each other while an old holomovie played.

[lianahayze]

Shadow and the Midnight Misery: Chapter 14

Masterlist

Nothing to say; let's get to it!

Chapter 14. Then... nothing

With it being common for celebrities to seek treatment, there is little surprise at seeing the twenty-two-year-old rockstar turn herself in. Her father, lead singer of the 90s alt-band The Nixers, did his own stint in rehab for a slew of drugs, including heroin. It is unknown why she checked herself in, but according to its website, the Garver Institute “specializes in alcohol and drug addictions.” At the time of publication, Shadow Greere has declined to comment.

Bottle pressed to my lips, I chug. The more I drink, the more I can forget. And boy am I trying to forget.

The article came out yesterday, and I can’t even begin to guess how many times I've already read it. It starts out great. There is a piece about the new studio, a section about how I want the band to go our own way. But then Garver was brought up and it got real bad real fast.

The pictures are slightly grainy and had clearly been taken at a distance. However, they're not grainy enough for me to even pretend that that it’s not me. Everything in the pictures give it away: my hair, the clothes I'm wearing, a general scowl. All of it is one hundred percent me, and anyone is going to be able to tell.

The guys have seen it. I’m certain they have. They've called me a couple of times, but I haven't picked up. I'd rather wallow in self-pity. Dean’s not big on social media, so he probably hasn’t seen it yet. Always a day or two beyond, I have some time before he finds it. Either way, I'm fucked.

I did not want this to get out. I'd been hoping I could just sweep it under the rug and be done with it. Continuing to meet with Dr. Norris is fine, but having all of my dirty laundry aired out for anyone to see? No, it's an absolute nightmare.

I should have said something to Larissa. I could have made up any bullshit excuse. Hell, I could have said I was visiting or even fucking volunteering and that last paragraph would sound completely different. But, instead, I'd freaked out. I’d done this to myself.

I stop drinking for a moment. I haven't binged like this in a while and my body knows it. There's going to be hell to pay in a few hours, but, right now, I don’t care. Right now, I desperate to forget.

I switch to another bottle. It's new and takes me several seconds to open. I sway before I finally break the seal. The bottle firmly attached to my mouth, I walk out of the kitchen and into the living room.

Though I don't plan on staying in here, I turn on the TV. I need noise. The silence in the house is killing me. I turn up the volume before tossing the remote onto the couch. I walk out into the hallway.

Ugh, has there ever been a time when I haven't fucked something up? Maybe that's why the guys wanted me to put away: not because I'm a danger, but because I'm such a massive fuck up. I get it now.

I go upstairs. Not bothering to turn the lights on, I crawl into bed. I almost drop the bottle in my hand but catch it at the last moment. I continue drinking from it, chugging so quickly that it makes my brain hurt.

Everyone is going to be talking shit about me. Even more than they already do. I can't face the internet right now, but part of me is curious. I need to know what they're saying, and I need to know what I'm up against. I'm not the first celebrity whose mental health issues have been exposed, but it still hurts. I’ve been reduced to a headline and a cheap article?

My phone dings but I don't bother checking it. I want to smoke a joint. I want to smoke and drink and pass out. I don't know where my purse is, though, and that's where all my weed is. Is probably in the room somewhere, but I don't care enough to try to find it. Instead, I just keep drinking.

My phone goes off again. I follow the light from the screen, reaching across the bed to grab it. I squint as I look down.

Oh, I have missed calls. And a lot of texts. It's a good thing I have all my notifications turned off for social media because that would probably be blowing up my phone now too.

I look at the text notifications but don't actually open the messages. Most of them are from the guys, but, as I expected, there's nothing from Dean. Good. I should reach out to him and just tell him myself, but I don't think I'm going to. After all, I already had my chance to tell him; instead, I’d spent the entire time complaining about the band.

I check the calls. Most of them are from Wyatt. He's called me five times in total, the last one coming just a few minutes ago when I'd been downstairs deciding which liquor to get into. Maybe they’ve decided that he's the one who’s going to fire me.

I go through my texts from him. There are a lot of them with just one or two words, but it's the last one that really catches me off-guard.

About 5 mins away. At your house soon.

I stare at it. Not trusting my eyes, I read over it again, but still don’t think it’s right. There’s no way he’s trying to come see me right now.

Putting the bottle on the floor, I text him back:

Not here.

I stare down at the screen. A second later he says,

Yeah u are. Pulling up your street

I frown. Seriously, can't this wait until tomorrow?

Knowing that my front door's locked, I decide to get comfortable. He won't be able to talk to me if he can't get in, and there's no way I'm answering the door.

My phone goes off again. I groan and read.

He's here. Great. Just great.

When I don't respond, he sends,

Open the front door.

I huff. I don't want to talk to him; is that really so hard to understand?

Busy.

No you're not. Open the door.

Not interested.

Shadow, don't make me call the cops. I NEED to see that you're okay.

I bolt up. If he calls the cops, I’ll be back at Garver in a heartbeat, only this time it probably won’t be so easy to get out. "Fuck’s sake," I mutter, "fine." Standing up, I drop my phone on the pillow, pick the bottle back up, and slowly head downstairs.

Wyatt's finger is firmly on the doorbell when I answer. He looks down at me, surprised. I move out of the way, letting him in.

He shuts the door behind himself. "You're drinking right now?" he asks, louder than he needs to be. "Shadow, what the hell are you doing?"

"Feeling sorry for myself." I smile up at him. Feeling light on my feet, I lean against the wall. "Throwing myself a party. Whatever you want to call it, but you weren't invited."

"So, you know about the article then?"

"Hmm."

"I can't believe they printed that without telling you." When I tell him that I knew, he gasps. "You just let them?"

"No. But I didn't tell them no."

He stares at me. I can tell that he knows he in over his head and doesn't know what to do. Pissed off, angry Shadow he can deal with; pitiful pathetic Shadow he cannot.

I take another drink.

"Can you... Can you not do that right now?" He yanks the bottle from my hand. Some of the vodka spills onto the floor, causing me to say,

"Hey! Stop making a mess!"

He walks into the kitchen. I follow behind but it takes a while because my legs feel like jelly. When I finally do get to him, he's opening up all the cabinets, saying, "Where's all your booze?" I giggle. "Fuck, Shadow, I'm serious. Now is not the time to go on a bender."

"Oops." Seeing him freak out makes me laugh. It's actually very funny. Him and the other guys have been trying to control my narrative for so long and he's panicking now that he can't. It's the ultimate karma.

He walks over to me. I'm swaying as I look up at him, and he puts his hands on my arms. As he steadies me, I realize I don’t want to be standing up; laying down would be so much better.

"How much did you drink?" he says. It's a good question, but I don't answer. He gives me a slight shake. "Shadow. How much?"

He's acting like he's never seen me drunk before, but nothing could be further from the truth. How many late nights did we have after concerts, passing around bottle after bottle? I have a pretty good tolerance, but he could drink me under the table. Maybe I'm not the one who should have gone to Garver.

"You're not supposed to drink when you're depressed."

Depressed? Who said anything about being depressed? I am finnnnnne.

"Have you still been drinking and doing drugs this entire time?"

Holding back a laugh, I say, "My body, my choice."

"This is not a joke! You're going to hurt yourself!"

"My doctor thinks I'm not a danger, and we can trust my doctor. Right? After all, everyone wanted me to go see one. Remember?"

Leading me over to the table, he sighs. He tried to get me to sit in one of the chairs, but I instead choose the floor. "We wanted you to see a doctor because we were worried about you. Your cocaine habit has gone through the roof." Then, almost so quietly that I can't hear, he adds, "Apparently we should have been more worried about your drinking."

Having been kneeling in front of me, he stands back up. Continuing to go through my cabinets, he says, "We already spoke with the label. As soon as we saw it, we got on the phone with them. We wanted you to join the conversation, but you never answered your phone." He looks over his shoulder at me. "Now I can see why."

He's judging me and I can't decide whether to let it go or complain about it. Stomach pressed against the tile, I spread out on the floor like a starfish. It gets uncomfortable really quick, though, and I flip to my back. The sudden motion makes the contents of my stomach slosh around.

"I don't know what to do with you." I look over at him. "We want you to get better. When we rescheduled that interview, we thought..." I see him shake his head. "I know it's important for you--We know talking about the band is important to you." He pauses. "Even if the spread was entirely about you."

"So, you're not mad about the studio?"

He shakes his head, and I'm surprised. This is the most honest conversation we've had in a while without yelling. I should say something but can’t come up with anything.

"We just want to know what was wrong with your dad's studio, but other than that it's fine."

"Too many bad memories. Can't go there anymore."

"Because we told you that you needed help?"

"And cornered me with a doctor." I turn onto my other cheek so that I'm facing away from him. "It wasn't fair."

I hear him sigh, but he doesn't say anything. I hear the heels of his boots walking across the tile, coming towards me. A few seconds later, arms crossed, he stands over me. I don't move but look up at him out of the corner of my eye.

"Look," he says, "you can be pissed about it. I get that you're pissed about it. But we tried to bring it up before and you just weren't listening."

I frown. "No, you never brought it up."

"Yes. We did. Several times. You might have just been high, and we couldn’t tell. But we did bring it up."

He walks away, leaving on my own. I wonder if what he's said is true. Had they actually mentioned it before? If they had, why don't I remember it? And if he was right and I had been high, what does that say about me?

It means I have a problem.

Standing up, I go over to the counter. Wyatt's placed the bottle of vodka that I'd had earlier by the sink. I look around but don't see him. I'm not sure where he's gone, but, not wanting to wait for him to return, I pick up the bottle, bring it to my lips, and drink. I'm so engrossed in getting as much alcohol in my system as possible that I don't hear him return until,

"Shadow!" He yanks the bottle away. Before I can stop him, he tips it upside down and the vodka pours down the sink.

"Hey!" I start to reach for it, but he holds me back.

"Do not try my patience right now."

He's being obnoxious; why won’t he let me have a little fun?

"Why are you even here?" I ask him. "I didn't ask you to come." Plus, I'd been doing fine on my own. I'd been enjoying sitting in the dark; it made my head hurt less.

"I'm here to take care of you, apparently, because you weren't answering your phone."

"I don't need a babysitter."

"I beg to differ. When did you eat last?"

I frown. "Why, do I look fat, or something?"

"You've never looked fat a day in your life." He sounds annoyed as he speaks. "But you need to eat." I tell him I'm not hungry. "I don't care," he replies. "You need food in your system."

"Usually, I just do cocaine when I'm hungry." He looks at me like I'm crazy. "What? I don't have to stop what I'm doing to eat, and it keeps me in shape." He gives me a look over. "Duh."

"Shadow, when people talk about ‘getting in shape,’ that’s not code for developing a drug habit."

He goes to open the fridge, but he won't have much to work with. I haven't gone grocery shopping in a while, so everything that's in there is probably at least a few weeks old.

"Wow, slim pickin’s around here, huh?" He closes the fridge. Pulling out his phone, he says, "What do you want to eat? I'm going to have Ethan stop."

"Stop where?"

"Stop at the store or get takeout. He's on his way over here. So is Dave."

My heart stops. They're coming over here, too? Right now? I shake my head in disbelief. "Tell them not to come."

"They're already on their way."

I continue to shake my head. "No! I do not need a fucking intervention in my own home!" I'm panicking, ready to kick or punch him.

He puts his hands up, saying, "Shadow, we're not trying to intervene on anything. We're just checking on you."

But I don't believe it.

Abruptly turning away from him, I storm out of the kitchen. Well, I storm out the best I can. My legs are wobbly and my head is spinning and my breathing is shallow, but I storm off. Wyatt calls for me, but I ignore him. Maybe if I barricade myself in my room before the other two get here, they'll eventually just give up and leave. Can't have an intervention if they can't see me.

I stumble into my room. I press my body against the door for a moment, blinking slowly. Why is the room spinning? Doing my best to disregard the movements, I lock the door and go straight over to my bed.

I fall onto it face first. It’s pretty comfortable, so I don't move. It's only when I realize that I'm having trouble breathing that I shift onto my side.

My stomach doesn't feel so great. When I rub my hands over my middle, it only makes it worse. I close my eyes and groan. I curl up and lay like that for who knows how long. It's probably just a couple of seconds, but it's enough for me almost to fall asleep.

The only reason I don't is because of a loud thump at the door.

"Shadow! Unlock the door!"

I cover my ears. Why is he shouting? Doesn't he know it's making me feel even worse?

Wyatt keeps pounding on the door. "I seriously just came over here to check on you! The other guys just want to check on you too. We're not kicking you out of the band or whatever other conspiracy theory you have in your head."

If I do have any conspiracy theories, it's because they put them there.

"Seriously. You don't need to be alone right now."

He's wrong. Being alone is exactly what I need.

I continue to try my best to ignore him. He makes it hard, though, and I eventually grab onto a pillow, pressing it over my head. It makes my skull hurt, but I'd rather feel that than listen to Wyatt.

Eventually, though, the pounding stops. I pull down the pillow and look cautiously over at the door. I sit up; there's complete silence. Being as quiet as I can, I get out of bed and tiptoe over to the door. I lean forward and listen, but still, I hear nothing.

Maybe he's just pretending he's not there anymore to trick me into opening the door. "Wyatt?" I say. He doesn't answer. Slowly, I unlock the door, crack it open just an inch, and look outside.

He's not there. Opening the door all the way, I step out into the hallway. Wyatt is nowhere to be found. Confused, I lean against the wall. Where did he go? Did he just give up? It that's the case, the least he could have done is said goodbye.

"Wyatt?"

He doesn't respond. When I toddle down the hall, I suddenly realize why.

Standing at the top of the stairs, I hear the front door opening, Wyatt standing in front of it. In walk Ethan and Dave.

I start to make my way down the stairs.

"Get out of my house!" I yell, causing them to look up. They’re alarmed, but I don't care. "I'll call the police!"

Dave, smug as ever, doesn't buy it. "You're going to call the police on the people who came to check on you?"

"Not now Dave," says Wyatt.

"Fuck off!" I yell at them. "I didn't ask you to come here; I don't want you here. Leave. Me. Alone!"

"You don't mean that, Shadow."

I turn to Ethan. I'm still on the stairs, gripping the banister, so I have to look down at him. He looks tired, more tired than I feel. "Ethan, if you had any common sense, you'd ditch these two. All they're going to do is complain and gang up on you and ruin your whole entire life."

Dave starts to say something, but Wyatt stops him.

"No, go head. What did you want to tell me?"

"He doesn't want to tell you anything," says Wyatt. "We just came to see how you were after the article."

"I feel like shit. I think it's obvious." I start to walk towards them. I'm about halfway down the stairs now, and, looking at all of them in turn, I say, "I need a drink."

None of them seem amused. They move to block the way. I get down to the bottom step and try to push passed them but they're stronger and I fail.

"Move," I say. When they don't, I repeat myself, this time with more force. "Move!"

Ethan asks me how much I've had to drink but I ignore him. They're not my parents; I don't have to answer to them.

Wyatt attempts to reach for me, but I push his hands away. I almost lose my footing, but Dave catches me. I yank myself out of his grasp.

"Shadow," says Wyatt, "you need to calm down. Let's find a place to relax. You're going to drink water and I'm going to order you food."

I don't like his plan--and not just because he's talking to me like I'm a child.

I shake my head. "No."

I start back up the stairs, but he reaches for me. This time his grasp is strong, and I can feel a bruise forming on my wrist. I try to wriggle away but can't. Either he's been working out or I'm way more inebriated than I thought.

It doesn't stop me from continuing to pull away. I tell him to let me go, but he doesn't. I try to push him away, but he doesn't budge. All the while, he's asking me to stop moving but all I want to do is run away. It gets so bad, that, as I'm yelling and pulling, my foot slips, I lose my footing, and go flying.

Only this time, no one catches me.

I crash against the stairs, first my arms, then my shoulder. I cry out in pain, looking up at the guys. They look horrified, but I can't keep my focus on them for too long. Soon, everything goes blurry and my vision cuts in and out.

Then... nothing.

-

This is probably one of my favorite chapters I've written for this story so far. Thanks for reading.

-L.H.

[allhailhu4l]

J3t x Charlie Short Fan Fic

"Words Hurt" a Hollywood Undead short fanfiction.

(Side note: I know Deuce is a bit of a bad guy in the story. I do not hate Deuce I actually love him.)

Contains Mature Language! Ship: J3TxCharlie

Charlie

It’s been two hours since the argument between Johnny and I had ended. I decided that I was going to be the bigger person and walk away. I lay lazily on the couch because I refuse to sleep in the same bed as Johnny. He’s in the wrong and he knows it, but it’ll be a cold day in hell before I hear him admit that he is wrong. The argument ended when he knocked me on my ass and said: 

“Somedays I wish Deuce would come back, if he ever did, I would kick your stupid ass out of this band in a motherfucking heartbeat.”

Usually his insults and threats don’t phase me, but that one sentence on its own was enough to silence me. After that I chose to walk out before I said something back or god forbid throw a punch back at him. I was not in the mood to poke the bear, hell, I’d probably end up in the emergency room. 

When I had returned from a walk and cooled down I saw my blanket and pillow were thrown on the couch. Of course he had to take the bed. Jerk. The clock on the wall read: 1:25am. It’s really late and I know we have rehearsals in 9 hours, I guess it’s time to call it a night. Just as I got settled down I had a wave of song inspiration hit me like a truck. Admittedly I was kind of excited because I hadn’t got a wave of inspiration for quite a while. 

The left side table drawer is where Johnny usually kept the band’s song writing notebook for such occasions. I guess you really never know when inspirations and ideas will come to you. I grab the notebook flipping past previous songs and Funny’s doodles. I found a clean page and began to write out whatever lyrics were pouring out of my brain. 

After what felt like hours of writing I decided to officially call it a night. I dropped the notebook onto the coffee table, I didn’t really bother to put the notebook away in the rare case I got inspiration again. I lay back and let my body drift off to sleep.

Johnny

I open my eyes only to see pitch darkness. The digital clock sitting on the dresser illuminates the time: 4:45 AM. 

…Why am I awake…?

Out of habit I reached over and let my arm drop to the side expecting to feel a warm lump sleeping beside me but all I felt was a cold empty space.

“Oh yeah…” 

I momentarily felt absolutely stupid for forgetting we had an argument last night. 

I remember it clearly now: I was very angry because he got a message from one of his family members who kept giving him shit about how they weren’t informed about the relationship that we are both trying so hard to hide. He didn’t admit it but I think he ran his mouth but then he started defending said family member. 

When we became a thing I told him that we needed to keep this relationship a secret for the sake of the band as well as the fans. He kept arguing with me, telling me that he was gonna confirm everything regardless of the consequences. 

I tried with all my might to convince him to stay quiet because when he was dating Deuce, the bastard nearly tore him apart. He told everyone and their mother about the “abusive relationship”, making Charlie look like an asshole. I see why he wants to make it public but I was not going to let his reputation that we worked so hard for years to rebuild go down the shitter again. 

Our screaming match went on for an hour complete with beer bottles being thrown and pictures being broken. I told him that if Deuce came back I’d let him back in and kick his ass to the curb. I lost my shit when he called me toxic. My anger had taken control and I swung. I felt my fist connecting with his face. I must’ve hit him pretty hard as it made him fall back. When I saw the hurt and tears in his eyes I stomped upstairs to the bedroom. 

I can hear my own hurtful words repeat in my head. I said it to him out of anger in the heat of the moment with no real meaning behind it, I think it hurt Charlie though. I know he likes to act and look like a tough guy but I am the only one who knows that deep inside he’s a very insecure and self conscious person who’s been hurt one too many times. 

I remember Deuce used to take his insecurity and use it to his advantage. He was constantly harassed and hurt. I made a promise to Charlie when we got together that I wouldn’t do the same. Then again… here we are.

I absolutely hate to admit when I’m wrong but my guy doesn’t deserve this or need to deal with my bullshit. This one is on me.

I decide to get out of bed and walk to the living room, turning the lights on in a dim setting just enough for me to see the room. On the couch curled up in a ball fast asleep is Charlie, his eyes and nose are red and puffy assuming he had been crying.

The band's song notebook laying open on the coffee table caught my attention and it looks like he wrote a verse: 

I broke it all and I put it to test, put your hand to mine and feel this emptiness. There's no beat in my chest cause there's nothing left, no it ain't goodbye, it's a last caress. What's another dream? You can hardly sleep. Can you believe bad things only happen to me? God knows one day you will finally see that scars will heal but were meant to bleed. Did you realize I would lie for you? Please, have my last breath, I would die for you

I know I'm no good, but my heart beats true. You know I'm gonna fight, though I might be scared to lose…

I felt tears well up in my drowsy eyes as I read the last sentence. I know I fucked up and I don’t think anything I will say to Charlie from this point on will fix this. I know he’s not gonna let his guard down for a while and I understand. 

I set the notebook down on the table and kneel next to the couch. I reached over and gently brushed his brown hair with my fingers, making him stir a bit but he didn’t wake up. The second time I grazed his cheek wiping a still tear away with my thumb. He slowly opened his eyes. 

“Good Morning…” I quietly greeted him.

As expected without saying a word he scowled at me and flipped to his side. I know he’s pissed off at me but I couldn't help but smirk. He is adorable when he’s mad. 

“Can you move a bit?” I ask nicely as I stand to my feet and squeeze myself in the narrow space between him and the outside of the couch, then wrapping my arm around his waist.

“Get off me…” He groggily whines. 

Ignoring his protest I cuddle his back resting my head on his and chuckle when I earn his annoyed groan. He tries to wiggle himself free from my hug but loses. He gives up his struggle and allows me to wrap both arms around him.

“I’m sorry…” I whisper in his ear before giving him a few kisses on the nape of his neck and his face. 

He groans again. I see tears starting to drip from his eyes and run down his nose.

“You can apologize all you want. I’m still mad at you, you fucking bitch…”

I laugh giving him a tight squeeze. He knows my method of making up is hugging until he forgives me. 

“That’s fine by me but neither one of us are getting off this couch until you forgive me. Whenever you’re ready.”

He sighs.

“Fine I forgive you, now stop squeezing me before I turn blue.”

I smile and latch onto his shoulder giving him a surprise love bite. He taps my face with his hand.

“Ow.. now I have to hide that you dick…”

I laugh and readjust myself so we are both lying comfortably on the couch in a big cuddle. He rests his head on my chest and pulls the blanket to his chin. 

“I’m sorry too. I’ll keep my fucking mouth shut about us. I need to consider your feelings too.”

I brush his hair with my fingers.

“I forgive you. I was just looking out for you because of what happened with Deuce. I’ll make a deal with you: if you want we can tell the guys but in public we need to keep it low key. Deal?”

He nods as he slowly starts to doze off. I wish I could pause time for just a few minutes so I can really enjoy this moment. If someone told me months ago that I would end up dating Mr. Charles P. Scene, I’d say that they’re tripping balls. Here we are and I am still mad in love like I was when I first confessed my feelings to this guy. He’s my bandmate, best friend, and the love of my life. 

The sound of Charlie’s muffled snoring was bliss to my ears. Just like a lullaby the sound of his snores and quiet breaths eased my mind and I dozed off. 

Danny

It’s 9:30 am. J-Dog, Funny, and I are in the studio with a massive box of breakfast burritos waiting for Johnny and Charlie. We all tried calling their phones multiple times with no success. I groan when I hear Johnny’s voice mail I decide I was going to leave a message:

“Dude where the hell are you and Charlie? You two were supposed to be here at 9AM and it’s 30 minutes to 10. Rehearsals are at 10:30! If you don’t get here soon our manager will be having a coronary.”

I had a thought come to me as I hung up. Charlie texted me last night and said that he and Johnny had a heated argument last night. My mind automatically assumed that Johnny went ape shit and might’ve severely hurt him. I immediately grab my keys. 

“Come on guys, let's go see what’s going on.”

J-Dog eagerly follows me. Funny grabs the burritos and tags behind. We drive to Johnny’s house and see both of their cars in the driveway. I had been fearing that I’d find Charlie in such a bad condition that my hands were shaking and I could barely maintain my grip. 

I finally got the door unlocked and it swung open. Funny and J-Dog push past me to search for the two bandmates. I observe the broken beer bottles and picture frames in the entry hallway, proving that Charlie was right about saying the argument had gotten heated. 

“Charlie? Johnny?” I call out looking for any sign that they are nearby. J-Dog waves to me from the living room doorway.

“Danny. They are here. Look at this.”

I cautiously stepped in and took a deep sigh of relief. They are perfectly fine. They both were cuddled on the couch fast asleep. Johnny has Charlie in a hug and it looks like he has a small smile on his face.

No surprise that Funny stood to the side taking pictures of the two with his phone.

“Oh this is so going on Instagram.”

J-Dog and I just stand in the room awkwardly looking at them then at each other. 

“So… should we wake them up or…?” He whispers rubbing his neck with his hand. 

“Danny? Did you know they were a thing?”

I shook my head. I was just as confused as he was. I haven’t got a single clue that these two were dating, more power to them for keeping this under wraps for however long they were dating. I had mixed emotions about finding out like this. I was happy assuming that they’re happy together and Johnny didn’t commit murder. However I was a bit mad that they kept this a secret. All jokes aside, they should know that the rest of us will be happy for them and support them. It’s what friends do. 

I sigh.

“No, let them sleep. I’ll call our manager and tell her to reschedule rehearsals.”

J-Dog nods and drags Funny with him as they go out to the car. I know that later today we will need to have a long awkward discussion since the cat is out of the bag, but for now the two love birds can sleep peacefully. I wouldn’t want to take this moment away from them. 

[fulokis]

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[beels-burger-babe]

Double Vision

*This is completely self-indulgent as I officially have to wear glasses now and got my first pair today, but I figured to give you guys some content in between me being stuck on the two stupid drafts that I'm writing, I'd give you this I guess this is a series of shorts?? Either way, enjoy! -B*

Summary: It's the night before the first major test of the RAD school year, and MC has been holed up in their room all day. The brothers are concerned and go to check in on them, but they notice something different - MC is wearing glasses

CW: Asmo being Asmo. His bit is a little suggestive at times

LUCIFER

Although he'll never admit it, Lucifer was really concerned when you had disappeared for the entire day.

He was so used to hearing you laughing amongst his brothers, or pestering him in his office, or even just lounging in the living room that your absence had left him feeling like something was wrong.

Using the excuse of bringing you food to prevent you from starving, he comes to your room and knocks once before entering.

"MC, I know your studying, but do try not to forget that you...need..."

He's cut off mid-snark as he saw you staring back at him behind a pair of framed lenses.

His heart stuttered in his chest and Lucifer Morningstar is left speechless.

Your hair was a mess from the countless times you had run your hands through it. There were bags of exhaustion under your eyes, and there was a hand-shaped mark on your face from where you had been leaning into your palm.

But with those glasses, you looked studious and sharp.

If the eye-wear added this much to your beauty when you were clearly sleep-deprived as you were, he couldn't help but imagine how you might look dressed up in business wear with them.

"Lucifer?"

He snapped his head up, as you caught his focus one more, and noticed, with a frown, how you had removed your glasses.

"Did you come here for something?"

Lucifer walked over to your desk and set down the plate in front of you. "I was ensuring that you actually ate some food between all the reading you're doing." He picked up your glasses and casually inspected them (although mentally he was taking note of the style so that he could buy you more). "I was unaware that you wear glasses, MC."

You rolled your eyes and took a bite from the food in front of you. "That's because I don't need to wear them all the time. Just when I'm doing activities that can strain my eyes."

Lucifer hummed and looked closely at you. You rose an eyebrow at the demon, questioning his odd behaviour. Before you could say anything, he leaned forward and gently slid the frames onto your face.

You felt your cheeks heat up as his eyes remained locked on yours, and a sly smile graced his lips. "You should wear them more often," he whispered softly. "You look lovely in them."

MAMMON

Mammon sighed heavily as he sat upside down on his bed.

He was bored. You had locked yourself up in your room all day for that stupid test and had kicked him out since apparently he was "distracting" and "prevented you from getting any work down."

Well, fuck that! He wanted to spend time with you, damn it!

Mammon marched down the hall and banged on the door once before throwing open the door. "Yo human! Studyin' time is over! It's Mammon ti-...time..."

He trailed off for a moment as he noticed you glaring heatedly at him. However, it wasn't the glare that made him surprised. No. It was the fact that the glare was being filtered through a pair of glasses that he had never seen before on your face.

"When the fuck did you start wearin' glasses?!" He screeched and marched over to you, grabbing your cheeks to pull you closer and get a better look.

You let out a noise of frustration and swatted his hands away. "Mammon quit it! I'm trying to study!"

Surprisingly, he pulled back his hands, but he remained barely an inch away from you. "I didn't ask if you were studyin'! I asked about the glasses!"

You felt yourself blush and pulled your face away. "I've always had glasses. I just don't always wear them. That's all. Wh-Why does it matter?"

Mammon opened his mouth to give a retort, before snapping his jaw back shut. His face grew rapidly warm as he scratched the back of his neck. "I-I was just wonderin'! You've been down here for what? 3 months now? And I ain't ever seen you wear them."

You averted your eyes from the clearly flustered demon and nervously played with your hands. "Yeah, well, I didn't really want any of you to see me in them. I look pretty silly and-"

"What the fuck are you talkin' about? You're adorable!!" Mammon shouted before slapping a hand over his blushing face. The two of you stared at each other with wide eyes full of shock. "I-I mean, glasses are cool, ya know? I wear glasses all the time! And if the Great Mammon knows anythin', it's style! So, of course, you look cute- I mean good- I mean gorgeous- I-I mean GAH!" Mammon turned around and stormed out of the room.

A couple days later, you found a pair of tinted glasses, identical to the ones Mammon wears, in your prescription sitting by your door.

LEVIATHAN

Levi groaned as he looked at the books in front of him.

He wasn't the most studious of his brothers, and this test was draining the life out of him. He wanted nothing more than to curl up with you and watch anime, but because of this stupid test you were both holed up in your respective rooms studying.

Leviathan let out a huff as he laid his head on his desk and glanced over at his manga collection. His gaze paused on the side of a particular school manga with the two main characters studying on the cover.

Levi shot out of his seat in realization, "I can just go study with them!!!"

Levi quickly gathered all his textbooks and went straight to your room. He knocked on the door and nervously waited for you to answer.

As the door swung open, Levi's jaw dropped and his books went scattering across the floor.

Glasses. You were wearing glasses. Glasses that made your eyes look slightly bigger and just overall made you so freaking cute. Oh goodness. He didn't know that you could pull off the cool, studious type so well. You were just so cute!

"Oh shoot, Levi! Your books!" You bent down and quickly began to gather them for him. It was just like a scene from an anime!

"S-So kawaii," the otaku muttered, as he tried to hide his red face behind his arm.

The reddening got worse as you looked up at him and tilted your head. "What was that, Levi?"

He frantically waved his hands took his books back from you, "N-NOTHING! Just, um, I-I was wondering if we could study together? I'm not having much luck on my own, a-a-and you look smart, especially with your new glasses, which look amazing, and I-I thought maybe..."

You smiled softly at the otaku's mumbling and grabbed his hand. "Of course, Levi! I'd love to study with you!"

As you pulled him into your room to sit at your desk, Levi blushed and followed behind you, mentally thinking of the number of glasses-wearing cosplays he could get you to try.

SATAN

Satan took a sip of his tea as you sat down at the library table beside him.

Test season had always been a favourite of his for a number of reasons, but this year, those reasons could all be narrowed down to one big one: he got to spend more time alone with you.

It made him more grateful than ever that his brothers were morons and that he was the only dependable demon in the house that you could study with.

He had constructed an easy-to-follow study guide for the two of you that would guarantee both your success for this test. You'd get good grades and avoid Lucifer's wrath, and he'd get to spend time with you. It was a win-win.

He flipped through a textbook to find the subject of the test. "Alright. We should get started if we're going to stick to the plan. Now, how comfortable are you with..." he stopped short as he looked up and saw you staring at him with a pair of glasses on your face.

He blinked.

He had never seen you were glasses before. He couldn't help but think that now that he had, he never wanted to see you without them again. You look so stunning and elegant with them on. He absolutely loved it.

Of course, he couldn't just tell you that though.

Instead, Satan tilted his head and smirked. "You are aware that just because you're wearing glasses, it won't make you any smarter?"

You gasped in mock offence and lightly hit his arm as Satan laughed. "I'll have you know these are prescribed! I have to wear them when I'm doing any strenuous activities."

Satan flashed a roguish smile and went back to flipping through his book. "Pity. I'd rather like to see you wear them more often. You look wonderful," before you even got the chance to respond or acknowledge the light blush on his cheeks, Satan cleared his throat. "Now, on page 364, you'll see..."

ASMODEUS

Asmodeus hummed to himself as he walked towards your room with a basket full of facemasks and nail polish in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

You had been tucked away in your little room all day studying, and he just knew that you needed a break. That's where he came in of course, offering you all the love and self-care you could ever desire.

Asmodeus joyfully knocked on your door before slipping inside. "MC dear, I've come to free you from your..." he inhaled sharply at the sight before him.

You were laying on your stomach, kicking your legs behind you as you read whatever book you were studying from, dressed in an adorably oversized sweatshirt. That alone would've been enough to make him squeal.

But you were also wearing glasses.

Asmo shrieked as he jumped onto the bed with you and tackled you.

You let out a yelp as the two of you tumbled to the floor. "Wha- Asmo! Get off!"

Asmodeus giggled and sat up beside you. "Sorry, darling! I couldn't help it! You look so cute with your little glasses. AH! It's delightful," his eyes sparkled with intrigue and pleasure. "Sexy even," he purred as he leaned in close.

You chuckled and pushed Asmodeus away as you stood up. "I'm just studying. The glasses are so I can read without getting a headache."

The demon hummed as he walked back over to the door to regather his supplies. "Well, have you ever considered buying some for accessories? I have a pair or two that would look gorgeous on you. It'd be a shame if the only person who ever got to see how scrumptious you look with glasses was your books," he smirked knowingly as he turned around and saw you flustered.

Asmo grinned and held the basket and wine bottle. "Now enough with the studying. It's time for a break. So sit back and relax, and let me take care of you."

You raised an eyebrow at him, and damn that glare was more effective from behind a pair of lenses. "Asmo," you warned, causing the demon to shiver.

Asmo pouted and gestured to the basket. "Self-care of course. Gee, MC, why must you think such filthy things."

BEELZEBUB

Beel made his way towards your room with his arms full of snacks.

He was proud of you for taking your test so seriously and really putting in the work to do your best, but he was also worried. He had barely seen you come out of your room even once today, and that meant that you probably hadn't eaten enough.

Seeing as you were always carrying around snacks for him, he figured it was time that he returned the favour.

He frowned as he got to your door and realized that he had no hands to knock with. He tried rearranging the food in his arms but nearly dropped the entire load. Beel huffed and stared at the door for a couple seconds before leaning forward and butting it with his head several times.

He heard a groan and some shuffling on the other side before the door opened.

His eyes widened as you stood before him, yawning as you rubbed your eyes underneath your glasses - yes, glasses.

You were always small in comparison to Beel, but now with the glasses, there was something about it that made you look even more delicate.

"Cute," Beel said as he looked down at you.

Your face instantly flushed as you blinked up at him. "H-Huh?"

Beel smiled softly and felt his fingers twitch with the urge to ruffle your hair. "Your glasses. They look very cute," he explained honestly.

You squeaked and quickly took them off, too embarrassed by Beel's forward compliment. "Th-Thanks Beel. They're um, they're just for studying."

The urge to ruffle your hair, or pat your shoulder, or even simply touch you grew stronger, but Beel's hands were still full. So, much like with the door, Beelzebub thought of an alternative.

He leaned down and gently kissed the top of your head. His warm gaze met yours as he gently whispered, "You always look pretty, but with them on, you look even prettier," and then, as though he hadn't just stolen your heart, he grinned and held out the food. "I brought snacks."

BELPHEGOR

Belphie had been wandering around the house late at night in yet another round of restlessness.

He had just walked past your door when he noticed your bedroom light was still on. Belphegor tsked and began making his way over. It was bad enough that he wasn't getting any sleep. He didn't need you picking up on his awful sleep habits just because of some boring test.

Without bothering to knock, Belphie opened your bedroom door. He opened his mouth to tease you but found his words catching in his throat.

You weren't awake after all.

You were passed out on your desk, face smooshed up against an open book with a pair of glasses sitting uncomfortably askew on your nose.

Belphie felt his cold heart melt at the sight.

He let out a deep chuckle and walked over to you. He carefully removed the glasses from your face and snorted at the red lines that had been left in their wake. He pressed gentle kisses to the marks before scooping you up in his arms and carrying you over to your bed.

"Silly MC," he whispered as he draped your blankets over you. "Everyone knows that you're not supposed to sleep with glasses on," he smiled tenderly at your sleeping form as he brushed a few hairs from your forehead. "No matter how cute they may make you."

*And that's that! I hope you enjoyed this cute little thing I just threw together! Sorry I haven't been able to write as much lately. School and work have just been insane and I honestly don't think the workload is gonna get any lighter. Thank you for your patience and your support!*

TAGLIST:

@thegrimgrinningghost @henry-and-the-seven-lords @satans-beloved-riv @cosmixbun @sufzku @victoirey @obey-mes-treasure @kissed-by-a-dementor @yukihaie @justtiarra @mammoneybb @obeys-world @poly-bi-mf @armycandy10 @burrixino @rulaien @pumpkins-mainside-blog @acousticpen @sucker-for-angst-and-fluff @itskrispy @10paradox10

[the-freaks]

Whisper

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, spitting, slight dom!Eddie, jealousy, swearing, cigarettes, slight choking (let me know if I forgot any / need to add any)

Summary: Y/N and Eddie just recently started a relationship and decided to keep it low profile. Steve and Robin show up to Eddie’s trailer earlier than expected for their plans, interrupting an intimate moment. Panic sets in and they are terrible at trying to hide it.

You woke up at Eddie’s, next to him in bed. You sipped the water bottle he always left for you before he joined you to sleep. You gently played with his hair as usual before getting yourself up. You walked through his trailer in your oversized cropped Iron Maiden t shirt and grey cotton shorts. You started a pot of coffee and had a cigarette on the couch while it brewed. You looked out the window to see a beautiful crisp autumn day, and we’re excited to see your friends Steve and Robin today. They wanted to spend the day at Skull Rock, have a fire and some drinks. You told Eddie about it last night, you hoped he remembered.

Steve, Nancy and Robin introduced you and Eddie last year, shortly after their latest experience in the Upside Down. You never had been, and you were thankful for that. Meeting El, Will and Johnathan for the first time not too long ago, they all shared their experiences with you, but Eddie shared his with you privately.

You two had become best friends and were completely inseparable. You lived a few trailers away from him, and after he graduated, he had gotten his own trailer so you basically started living with him. Your mom didn’t mind much, she loved Eddie, and his uncle Wayne thought you were a great person for Eddie to be around.

But about 8 months into the friendship was when you both came to realize there were feelings involved. One night about a month ago, you were at Steve’s house with your other friends and ended up spending the night there. You didn’t sleep in the same room as Steve, and only slept there because you were all drinking and it was late. Eddie was going crazy that whole night, so worried something would happen with you and Steve. The only reason he wasn’t there was because he had the flu. Although nothing did happen between you and Steve, Eddie couldn’t sleep that night. Once you got home, you and Eddie got into a small argument about it, and that’s when it all came to light between you two. You started a relationship with each other but decided to keep it on a low profile for now. The only people that knew were your mom and Wayne.

You pour yourself a mug of coffee and hear Eddie call your name from the bedroom. You walk in to see him still in bed, pouting that you got up.

“I hate how early you wake up, I can always tell when you’re not in the bed,” he mumbled, pulling at your shirt.

You climb back into bed next to him, “I know, but you sleep too late!”

Eddie looks at his watch and groans, collapsing his head into your neck, “It’s not even noon yet.”

“But it’s so nice out and we have plans…”

He groans, “I’m sure, but I’m sleeping.”

You giggle and peck kisses at his neck, “You sure about that?”

He cocks and eyebrow looking down at you, “You have other plans?”

“Hmmm…” you hum, “Maybe I’ll sleep at Steve’s again tonight.”

You laugh when Eddie gives you a look. It was funny now and Eddie always got a little turned on by jealousy, “Funny,” he mumbles, “Go ahead, see what would happen.”

“What would happen?”

He climbs on top of you, “I’d have to remind you who you belong to.”

You giggle, “I think you should remind me now…”

He gently grips your neck, “Oh, yeah? You’re starting to forget?”

You shrug, “Maybe a little.”

“Oh, you’re in a fun mood today,” he groans.

He starts sucking and nibbling at your neck, and runs his other hand down your body, grabbing at you each time he moves down, “Mine, mine, mine,” he whispers, “Only mine. Understand?”

You sigh playfully, “I think I need more convincing.”

“That’s it,” he sits up, “You’re in trouble now.”

You giggle as he starts pulling your clothes off and goes back to work on your neck, purposely leaving marks. He pulls his boxers down and kicks them off, rubbing his hard cock in between your legs.

He sits up to look down at you, “There, all marked up.”

He slides his hand down in between your legs and plays with the wetness that was building, sliding his fingers in and watching you squirm.

“Normally I’d be putting my face down there before fucking you,” he mumbles, working his fingers inside you, “But since you pissed me off, I’m just gonna get right to fucking you like the little slut you are, kay?”

You nod, “Yes, Eddie.”

“Don’t act all innocent with me now, you’re in trouble.”

He grabs his cock and starts rubbing the tip against your clit, causing you to squirm around more. He presses his lips as he watches you, then slides his tip inside of you, “You’re gonna take it, kay? I’m gonna fill you up, and you’re gonna take it. Understand?” He whispers, leaning down closer to you.

You gasp at feeling him entering you and nod eagerly.

He hums, “Good girl…”

He slides his cock into you as deep as he can and holds it there, watching you squirm on him, “That’s it baby, squirm for me. Too big for you, huh?”

You moan out his name, “Eddie, please…”

“Please what?”

You throw your head back in frustration, “Please, Eddie! Fuck me, please.”

He grins and starts to pull out only to slam it back into you, watching your face get so cock drunk off of him. He starts to rub your clit with his thumb, digging his other fingers into your skin, his other hand gripping your throat, “Such a pretty little slut for me,” he moans, “Such a good girl for me.”

He slides his fingers up from your throat and into your mouth, playing with your tongue and pushing them far back, causing you to gag and drool, “Fuck…” he groans as he slams into your pussy harder. He watches you and works your clit faster, “Cum on me, baby,” he moans, “I wanna see you make a mess for me…show me what only I can do to you…show me what’s mine.”

You groan loudly at his words, trying to grind your hips down harder into him. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and puts the wet fingers into his mouth to taste. He grips that hand tightly on your hip, pushing and pulling you harder onto his thrusts. You feel your wetness dripping onto him, making beautiful noises as he slaps into you, noises he loved. He watched himself fuck you, still working on your clit.

“Such a good girl for me…” he groans, “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” you cry out, eyes starting to fill with tears so he knew you were close, “I belong to you, Eddie.”

“Fuck,” he sighs under his breath, feeling your walls tightening around him, “Getting so tight baby, I’m gonna fill you up soon…cum for me, baby…”

He spits on your clit to creates even more wetness around it, so he finger moves even more gracefully. Your legs start trembling and tears stream down your face as your release explodes, causing him to marvel down at your juices squirting from around him.

You scream out his name as he fucks you through your orgasm, grasping at his skin, begging him not to stop. You scream out his name again and he grips your throat.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers, “Look at this mess…”

He slams his hand over your mouth, a knock on his trailer door interrupting him. You both lay silently. Another knock. Eddie jumps out of bed, “Get dressed,” he demands as he pulls on some old black sweatpants he had on the floor.

You get up, fucked out of your mind and slide your clothes back on, throwing you hair into a messy ponytail.

“Stay here,” he mumbles as he closes the bedroom door behind him as he goes to investigate.

You looked at your watch to see it was 12pm, 30 minutes before Steve and Robin said they were going to come over to your place. You put your ear to the bedroom door to listen in.

Eddie opens the door to see Robin completely looking in every direction other than at him, and Steve grinning widely right at him.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Steve says sarcastically, “Sleep good?”

Eddie squints his eyes from the sun, “Uh, hi,” he notices Robin literally avoiding eye contact, “Hello, uh,” he crosses his arms over his bare chest, “How can I help you.”

Steve scoffs, “Dude, we’re going to Skull Rock! Y/N said she told you last night.”

Eddie looks up to think, remembering that you did tell him this last night and that you tried to remind him again this morning, “Yeah, obviously. Uh, no Wheeler?” He asks to buy time.

“Nah, her and Mike had a family thing they couldn’t get out of,” Steve responds, looking into Eddie’s trailer.

“Oh, shit - tough,” Eddie sighs to cover up trying to catch his breath.

“Anyway,” Steve continues, “We were supposed to meet Y/N at her trailer,” Steve motions with his head in that direction, “But she’s not there…her car is. Must have walked somewhere, huh?”

Eddie nods slowly, “Huh, yeah. Think she said she was gonna go to the liquor store to get some drinks for us.”

“Oh,” Steve raises his eyebrows, nodding along, “Yeah, cause we just came from there actually, she wasn’t there.”

“Oh, cool,” Eddie nods, looking away, “Probably in the shower,” he shrugs.

Steve smiles, “Think we can hang here til she’s ready? You weren’t busy or anything, right?”

“No, nope,” Eddie quickly responds, “Yeah, come on in…”

He holds the door for them, “You okay, Buckley?”

Robin starts laughing nervously and loudly, “Great! Yeah, thanks. I’m very…good. Edward, Eddie, Munson…”

She sits down on the couch staring at the wall while Eddie stares at her with wide eyes, “Okay…well,” Eddie shakes his head, “I’m gonna go put some clothes on.”

Steve winks at him as he leans against the wall, watching him back away to his bedroom, “Kay, you go do that.”

Eddie comes back into the bedroom, nervously putting his normal clothes on.

“I told you about this! But you don’t listen!” You whisper yell.

“Uh…” Eddie almost ignoring you starts looking around his room, “You have clothes here right? Like jeans or some shit?”

You look around the room with him, “I think so?”

He looks up at what you’re wearing, “Kay, leave the shirt, that’s fine. Try to find your clothes, if not, make a pair of my jeans work.”

You nod, looking through the clothes on his floor. You get on your knees to look under his bed and find a pair of your black jeans. They were covered in dust, “I’ve been looking for these!” You whisper yell at him.

He gives you a look, “I don’t keep an inventory here!” He whisper yells back.

You stare back at him, and shake the pants around since they were covered in dust, and you both start coughing. He slams his hand over your mouth again.

“Munson? You good?” Steve calls out.

“Fantastic, Harrington,” he calls back out with an annoyed tone, “Gimme a second!”

“Was that a good idea.” He whispers to you, stating rather than asking, brushing the dust off instead of shaking it.

“I can climb out the window? Pretend I was just walking over here?” You suggest as you slide your shorts off to change into the jeans.

He snaps his fingers, “Good thinking. I’ll meet you outside though, you’re gonna fall and make a scene.”

You roll your eyes as Eddie runs out of the bedroom, “Gonna go have a cigarette,” he says loudly to Steve and Robin as he swiftly walks past them. They both watch him without responding and see him awkwardly pretending to have a cigarette before running to the back of the trailer.

“I told you to wait!” Eddie whisper yells at you, seeing you ass sticking out of his window. He can’t help but laugh, “This is why I said that, actually.”

“Shut up,” you whisper back, “Help me, my shoe is stuck.”

“Christ,” he mumbles, trying to get your shoe lace unstuck, “just take it off.”

“I will fall!” You whisper yell.

He laughs, trying to hide his face from you, “Baby, who climbs out of a window ass first?”

You sigh, “Eddie, I’m going to kill you.”

He holds you up, trying to get your shoe lace out of the crappy plastic window hinge, “Ass first,” he mumbles, “Climbing out of a window backwards.”

You look over your shoulder in your strange position and see Steve and Robin standing there just staring at what they were witnessing.

“Eddie,” you say in a normal volume, “They caught us.”

Eddie spins around and sighs in defeat. He hangs his head, “Harrington, give me a hand? Her fucking shoe is stuck and she’s about to fall.”

They both look at each other and burst out laughing. Steve runs over to help with your shoe lace as Eddie holds you up with both hands. Your shoe lace ends up ripping and you start to fall, Steve and Eddie both easing you down.

“Climbing out of a window backwards,” Eddie says again.

“Would you have preferred me to do a back flip out of the window?!” You playfully shove him.

Robin and Steve both still hysterical with laughter, “I am literally never going to forget this,” Robin says, wiping tears from her eyes.

“I mean, I’m traumatized,” Steve adds underneath his laughter, “We heard you two when we walked up,” he points at you, “You’re loud as shit, Munson…not so much.”

Eddie shrugs, nudging you with his shoulder, “What can I say?”

“Ew…” Robin covers her ears, “That part I want to forget. But Y/N’s ass hanging out of your window…that was gold.”

“Why didn’t you guys just tell us you were together?” Steve asks seriously.

You shrug, “I don’t know, it’s still pretty new.”

“Because she can’t climb out of a window, she’s an embarrassment,” Eddie jokes, swinging his arm around you.

Steve and Robin start laughing again, “Good thing you weren’t with us in the Upside Down…” Steve jokes.

“Oh no…” Eddie shakes his head, “We’d all be dead from trying to run backwards.

They all laugh and you playfully shove him again. Eddie lights up a cigarette for you two to share, “Let’s go do some day-drinking and build a fire!”

You all head back to Steve’s car and pile in, Eddie’s arm proudly around you, no longer having to hide it.