#i was in fact white knuckling it till i could get her

[3-aem]

im actually in tears i just received news the cat i was going to adopt literally this saturday somehow got pregnant 😭😭😭 i was so ready for her this is genuinely devastating

[alexander-arcturus-black-lupin-r]

Definitely nothing gross cause I hate stuff like that too. Im absolutely obsessed with his hands, and so I was kinda imagining an early seasons Spencer who doesn't understand why reader always stares at his hands so she shows him 🤭

If no thats okay 😅👍🏻

Oooo

I love Spencer's hands.

HAVE YOU SEEN HIS HANDS FOR THE NON BELIEVERS LIKE BROOO

CW: Lwk size difference. consent?

A/N: Mistakes? Comment. Compliments? Comment. Problems? cOmmENT!!!!

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Spencer was sat beneath you immersed in a book he bought a few days ago. You tried to follow the words but you kept getting distracted. You let put a shaky breath as your eyes followed Spencer Reid's fingers, how the flexed before flipping the page. You were so focus on his fingers you didn't hear Spencer.

NSFW BENEATH BE VERY WARNED

Spencer Reid was a damn good profiler so when he noticed your irregular breathing, dilated eyes and unresponsiveness he wondered if it was your thoughts till he noticed what you were looking at.

Rolling up his sleeved he moved closer to you.

"Angel?" he asked for the 4th time before you jerked back finally coming to.

"Huh? did you say something?" You asked as you peeled your eyes off his fingers.

"Bingle-bongle, dingle-dangle, yickety-do yickitey-dah, ping-pong, lippy-tappy, too-tah."

You blinked twice before coming to your sense, what were you doing?

His gaze on you made your cheeks feel hotter than usual.

"Why are you quoting Doctor Who?"

"My girl's not here, figured the Doctor could bring her back." You scratched the back of your neck as you looked away.

"I'm here."

"A survey conducted by the Journal of Sex Research in 2007 found that about 30% of participants reported some form of partialism."

"Partialism?"

"A type of paraphilia involving sexual interest in, or fixation with, a certain part of the body."

"I-?"

"My hands. that's your current sexual interest."

"Sorry."

"What are you sorry for?"

"I don't know for maybe sexualising your hands."

"I'm your boyfriend, I don't mind...in fact, I'm interested in how you see my hands" his words made you gulped. Spencer smiled so innocently but his actions were anything but.

One of his hands disembarked from the arm of the chair and began to trail up your neck, a trail of shivers in it's wake. You froze, your breath caught in your lungs.

"Spencer..."

"Mhmm...?"

He knew what he was doing to you. How it affected you. His index finger traced your jaw before landing on your lips.

"Open." it was a simple order. You opened your mouth before your nerve disappeared like your reasoning. His finger trailed the inside of your mouth before landing on your tongue.

"Suck." your lips like clockwork clamped down on his knuckle and like someone with their favorite candy. You sucked. Your tongue wrapping around his finger.

His eyes were locked on your face. Only the whites of your eyes were visible as you all but sucked the skin of his fingers. He was losing his control by the day and it was you he wanted to take care of.

He chuckled at your eagerness. "You like how bigger my hands are huh? dirty little thing aren't you."

The sound that came from the back of your throat was primal. You didn't say anything but no words were needed.

Spencer pulled you down to the floor, his finger still in your mouth like a leash. HIs other hand moved to your bottoms and they were gone. He removed his finger from your mouth and you felt empty.

That was before you felt his fingers in you. Throwing your head back you realised the background noise wasn't just background noise. It was you moaning the entire time. Your thighs clenched around his arm as you wriggled and writhed under him.

“Such a slut you are, hm?” his tone changed slightly causing you to rock your hips even more. Teasing your entrance with his finger you wondered if he would give you his cock. "You’re so wet.” He chuckled breathlessly, you noticed just how much he was restraining himself.

His hair falling over his eyes , slightly hiding his lust filled gaze. Before He lowered his head towards his fingers.

The next few moments were heaven. Spencer ate puss like a starving man. Your starving mam

Spencer brought you down from your high, your breasts having joined the game, you briefly wondered when you lost your shirt.

"No nerd facts?" you finally spoke your throat slightly dry.

"You want, fuck, you want a fact?" his voice was breathless and windy.

"Yes."

"You drive me crazy."

You laughed as you laid on him.

"I'm glad, but i mean an actual fact."

"Alright but stop moving your hands." You tilted your head.

"It's my turn now."

You traced the buldge in his pants. Unzipping his pants.

"People who-who..." you palmed him.

"Who what?" you asked mimicking him. Tracing the tip you watch Spencer fight to stay together.

" A-Are hand fetish-fetishist usually admire the nails-" You pressed slightly along the sides.

"Long nails? short nails?nail-polished? clear?"

"Angel..." his voice was horse.

"Alright, no questions."

"And enjoy licking or sucking one's hand or fingers and the acts made with the hand (handjobs, fingering, slapping, scratching and so on)" You moved your hair as you began to do just that.

Licking

Sucking

Nibbling

Spencer came apart minutes later all over the floor, his head falling into the chair. His chest rising slowly again. He raised his arms and brought you closer, his face disappearing slightly in your hair.

"Angel, I love you so much." he mumbled.

"I love you too Spence."

"We should get cleaned up..." he began making no motion to get up.

"We should..." slumping into him further.

"Are we getting up now?"

"Oh no, you turned me into Spaghetti legs!" you exclaimed.

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Spencer Reid smut has been served. I don't know if I like this or not but what matters is that i overcame my writers block at 2am

[abbyslovergirlxo]

-Bad Idea-

ELLIE WILLIAMS x FEM!READER

What happens when your drunk ex sends you flowers? Who knows. But regardless, anyone would agree it’s a pretty bad idea.

tw; moping, terrible drunk decisions, slight smut (if you squint), cursing

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“shit shit shit— oh my fucking— shit!”

Ellie had tried to wipe her eyes in a desperate repetition. But when her bank statements kept reading;

TRANSACTIONS

3/7/2023 Saturday: — 62.75 FROM; Flowers and Friends

It was hard to not accept the facts. Ellie could typically hold her liquor, but as of late she wasn’t herself. You and Ellie had been broken up for two months and she had deluded herself into thinking it left her mind. But whenever a touch of liquor or weed hit her system, suddenly she was missing you so bad that she couldn’t help herself from getting out of hand. Case in point being, her spending over 60 dollars while trashed to send to your doorstep.

She called the company a multitude off times, always receiving the same frustrating answer.

“Sorry ma’am, cancellations are not prohibited after the 12 hour order mark.”

Ellie cursed herself for over sleeping with a pounding hangover. Maybe if she woke up a couple hours earlier she could’ve saved herself eternal embarrassment. At least that was until she remembered that the only way you’d know if it was her if there was a note. She was cross faded out of her mind, no way she wrote anything that wasn’t gibberish, if she wrote anything at all.

“Wait! Was there a note attached or anything?”

“One second ma’am— let me just look right here… right, okay. Yes there’s a note attached.”

Ellie cursed silently into the air. She took a deep breath and looked up to the sky in a phantom type of prayer.

“Could you tell me what it says?”

“Absolutely. It says ‘Miss you so much baby. I can’t stop thinking about you and your nose. Your nose is so fucking pretty. And your hair. And just you. You’re so pretty. Please talk to me. Please please just talk to me. These flowers reminded me of you. They’re so pretty. I miss being inside of you. I miss us so mu—‘. Um…yeah. That’s pretty much it. It seems like you ran out of room to type.”

She was going to die. She was truly going to die. Ellie was grateful with how calm the customer service worker was. This probably was no doubt her most indecent moment and she couldn’t handle it if the lady on the phone was laughing at her.

Ellie gripped her phone till her knuckles turned a hued white, she was so fucking angry at herself. She was the one who broke up with you and her she was, going crazy.

“Do you have an estimation of when the flowers will arrive?”

“…Says around 2 pm.”

She didn’t even bother with a thank you as she ended the phone call. It was 1:45. You lived 20 minutes away. It would be close but it’d be better than doing nothing.

She swiped her eyes off her nightstand and was in her car before she could even blink.

After an almost car accident, two people flipping her off, and cutting people off, Ellie had finally made it to your apartment. She stomped her way up the steps that led to the second floor. Her lungs were practically screaming at her but she was so close.

2:03 pm.

Her breath got caught as she saw that familiar door mat. She had wiped her black converses on it a million times, a sort of tradition wether or not her shoes needed it. Made her feel like she was at home, her way of marking her territory. That bright yellow doormat with the corny quote that Ellie had clowned you for too many times.

“ Bee My Guest! 🐝 “

She had gotten so lost at just the sight of your front door that she hadn’t noticed the bouquet of flowers next to it. Quite a large one as well. If she hadn’t been a nervous wreck, she would’ve admired her taste. The flowers were gorgeous and she wanted nothing more than to give them to you. But she knew it wouldn’t be right and it’d be wrong. It had been months, why do something like this now?

With a sudden slowness she walked over to your front door, picking up the flowers and frowning. She had wished this were under different circumstances. That this was her on a random weekday, turning up to see you. Surprising you with flowers and soft kiss.

But that wasn’t the case. And she had gotten carried away at the idea of you. With a shake of her head, she checked the time.

2:14

Eleven minutes of admiring you literal door. Yeah, it was time to go.

“Ellie?”

Her head whipped up that sound. That sound she had been yearning to hear for literal months. She had spent many night looking over videos of you, hearing the way you spoke. It never beat the real thing, clearly.

She didn’t move, just staring at you with your pink tote bag and white sundress. She didn’t miss the way your bra was doing wonders for your chest. Fuck, was she looking?

“Um…”

You raised your brow, observing the sight infront of you. Your ex-girlfriend with a black graphic tee, green boy shorts and her favorite converses. Her hair had gotten longer but nonetheless still pulled into that familiar bun. She looked…good. You could tell she was hungover, you had been with her for too long to not know. But still she looked good, she always did.

But seeing your ex at your front door wasn’t the strangest thing, it was her holding a bouquet of flowers. This wasn’t what you expected to come home to after buying a book from your local Barnes and Nobles.

You should be pissed, sad or annoyed. But you were none of those. You wanted to be. But you had missed her. All you could feel was that familiar need for her and a touch of confusion.

“Did someone die?”

“Yes.”

Not her best lie, and after seeing your look of concern she couldn’t handle it.

“Sorry, no. Nobody died. I just— I didn’t mean to come here.”

“Oh…okay. Be safe on the way back?”

You shuffled towards your front door, brushing past her. This was so awkward and you felt ridiculous for actually thinking she came here for you. It was obvious she did, who shows up at their exes apartment complex with flowers? But clearly she didn’t want you enough to admit it. And that hurt more than you wanted it to.

With a silent curse you finally managed to get your key out of your bag. You appreciated it for all the space but it felt like you were digging through a damn vast hole whenever you needed something.

Before you could even open your door, you felt a hand on your shoulder making you look back.

“I missed you. Well I mean that I— I miss you. Now. I’ve missed you for a while. I hope that’s okay. I wish…we were okay.”

She was nervous. You tell by the way she bit down on her lip and her thumb fiddled with her ring. You were too. And you looked down at her hand, feeling sheepish about how warm it was on your skin.

It took no time for her to notice before she yanked it back. You frowned a little.

“Ellie why’d you come here? And with… flowers?”

She sighed a little, contemplating wether or not to save her dignity and leave. Pretend she never proclaimed her persistence of missing you and block you, or she could just be a human and talk to you. She had showed up like this unannounced and the least you deserved was an explanation. She didn’t want you to always wonder what could’ve happened.

“Can I come in?”

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“Didn’t we talk about getting cross faded? Mixing drugs and alcohol is not good for you Ellie.”

“That’s what you got from all of that…”

“Well that, and the fact you only miss me when you’re not sober.”

“That’s not— I always miss you. I just don’t know how to control it when I’m not sober. Exactly why I ordered these flowers last night.”

You grinned a little, finding it all a little funny. When she first came into your apartment that reeked of brown sugar and vanilla, it was as awkward as one would expect.

But you and her had been together for 3 years before you broke up. As her story strung out and you gave a her a cup of peppermint tea, the tension slowly evaporated.

“Right…and you did all of this just to still get caught with the flowers. Honestly Els, it would’ve been less embarrassing if I had just seen them on my doorstep.”

Ellie shifted on your white couch at the sound of the nickname. She hadn’t heard it in forever and it made her want you even more. She wasn’t even sure where this conversation was headed but she knew she didn’t want it to end.

“The note though. Would’ve given me away in a heartbeat, and I’d probably never show my face again.”

She let out a laugh at the thought. You furrowed your brows and put down your minions mug to stare at her.

“What note?”

You caught she sudden panic in her face. Ellie had purposefully left out the embarrassing note she had left on the flowers and didn’t plan on saying anything about them. The flowers now sat on your glass coffee table right next to the pink coasters.

“Note? Shit I’m probably just mixing things up. This teas like really good, you got anymore?”

You looked at Ellies nervous smile and then at the flowers. She looked at you and then back the flowers. Then you both locked eyes again. Her eyes squinted into a silent plea of ‘don’t do it.’

As if she knew you’d still do it she reached towards the flowers at the same time you did but to her horror you plucked the note card before she could stop you. You ran towards your kitchen, getting behind the island while scrambling to rip the paper out of the envelope.

Ellie didn’t hesitate to run offer you but she couldn’t quite get you with you way you kept leaping around the kitchen island just far away enough so she could grab you.

“Okay okay y/n. Let’s just talk about this? The note is just gibberish. I was drunk out of my mind and it’s just random stuff jumbled on there. It’s just so stupid. Please just—“

She reached her arm out to grab you which you dodged and moved in the opposite direction against the marble island corner.

“Give it to me. Please.”

“You’re rambling, you’re nervous.”

“Okay Sherlock, just hand me the note.”

With a quick, “nope” , you looked at the flower embroidered card and began to read out-loud.

“Miss you so much baby. I can’t stop thinking about you and your nose— really Ellie? My nose?”

She groaned as you managed to dodge her again.

“To be fair, it’s a very nice nose.”

“Uh huh… ‘And your hair. And just you. You’re so pretty. Please talk to me. Please please just talk to me. These flowers reminded me—“

“Wait! If you put the card down I’ll give you a weeks worth of weed. You know I have the best dealer and I promise you if you just give me the card I’ll swing by later and give you some. Please y/n I am literally begg—“

“Hush. I already buy from your dealer, I stole their number from your phone after that one time you smoked me out in Jersey.”

“Wait what the fuck?”

“These flowers reminded me of you. They’re so pretty. I miss being inside of you. I miss us so much?”

Ellie’s head was thrown down in a storm of shame. This was much more embarrassing than hearing the lady on the phone say it. Not to mention the way you impersonated Ellie’s voice while you said it. She was feeling like a little bitch and she even felt slightly betrayed. When the fuck was Mick going to tell her that he was selling you weed? She made a mental note to murder him and another mental note to never see you again.

“Fuck this is so embarrassing.”

After your laughter died down, you looked over the words again. Letting it all sink in. It was funny, you couldn’t lie about that.

But it was also a bit sad. You missed moments like these, with you and Ellie joking around. You missed her making you laugh and grabbing your waist from behind while you cooking in that very kitchen. The way she used to beg you to make that peppermint tea whenever she got off of work.

And she did say she had missed you, but was that enough? What even was this? Were you guys going to become friends? Get some closure and never see each other again? Or was there something more? Was it going to be Ellie and Y/n again? Or was it just you hoping that it’d be more?

The questions racked your brain. And your mood dropped quicker than you’d liked. Ellie now looked up at you after noticing your laughter swelter.

“Shit babe are y—fuck sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that, it’s just…I don’t know.”

“Ellie…what do you want out of this?”

“I—“

“You broke up with me. I thought that you didn’t want me anymore. Do you even want me anymore?”

“I want you so much I can’t even fathom it.”

“What do you want out of this?” You repeated your question.

“I don’t know… what do you want?”

“No, don’t do that. Don’t leave it up to me Ellie. That’s not fair.”

She shook her head as she moved near you, this time you didn’t move back. Allowing her to pull at your dress.

“I’m not trying to be unfair y/n. I just don’t want to say the wrong thing. I want whatever you want.”

“You broke up with me…”

“I know…I’m so sorry.”

You pushed her hand away from your dress gently. She was too close and it was making your mind jumbled.

“Look Ellie. I’ve missed you to. Too much. And I don’t want you to say something and not mean it. I don’t want you to feel cornered into caring about me.”

“I could never stop caring about you. I never stopped y/n.”

You stayed silent, getting suddenly scared at how real this all was. No matter which way this went it would be a drastic change. If she left and never saw you again you’d have to deal with a second heartbreak. If she wanted to be friends you knew you’d say yes and have to see her too much for your own comfort.

And if she wanted to get back together…well that was a monster all on its own.

“What do you want out of this Ellie?”

From your tone of voice, and it being the third time you said it, Ellie knew she had to give a definitive answer now. You deserved that. She didn’t deserve you, but she wanted to.

“I want you. I want us. I’ll be so good to you, I promise.”

You looked at her with pouty face. This was all you wanted to hear for the past couple of months and you finally got it. You didn’t want to get hurt again.

She met your eyes and tried to communicate with just those.

You remained silent. To which, she gripped the waist area of your dress fabric to bring you closer. She wrapped her arms around you and pulled you into a hug making you sigh into her neck.

She rubbed palmed circles onto your back.

“You want us back together?”

You nodded into her cologned skin.

“Yeah?”

You whispered out a soft, “Yes Els. I want us.”

She grinned into your hair, this was the first time one of her bad ideas turned into something good. But as she smelled that familiar coconut shampoo in your hair, she knew it wasn’t a good idea. It was fucking amazing idea.

She kissed your forehead.

“I really meant it when I wrote that I miss being inside of you.”

You whined a little, “Show me, Els.”

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Hello I was wondering if you could make a Sleep Token fanfic about IV and the reader, where the reader is getting harassed at a club and he gets protective if not that’s fine, also your work is amazing! 🤌🏻❤️

Thank you for your kind words!🥹

Fuck pubs

Pubs, cold beer, and a big crowd were how they loved to relax. It might seem strange that after listening to the drumming of their music they still wanted to be in places that thumped with sound. Call it a habit that was impossible to kill. Plus the big crowds helped them blend in. Feel more irrelevant. That was also the time most of them brought their significant others, siblings, and family to join. And let’s face it, shit friedfood was all one needed at times.

iv’s fingers absentmindedly moved up and down your back as he listened to iii rant about a guitar he had seen online. It felt right. Here with the people he loved. You on his lap. ivy had everything he wanted and needed . That alone made his shoulders sag in relief. You laughed at something one of the girls from Espera said. Throwing your head up. Leaning against iv shoulder. His hand snaked over your middle and he can’t help but smile himself.

“Do you want one more?”, your voice yanks iv out of his daydream. His blue eyes soak you in. “I guess”, he turns his empty glass in his hands. “I’ll get it for ya”, you lean in kissing his cheek before turning to stand but iv grips your hips. “I’ll get it myself, you stay by the table”, it had gotten significantly more crowded here over the last hour and the fact that you couldn’t look across the pub made iv slightly uneasy. “You just flew home, I can get you a beer”, you reassured him, leaning to the side, “iii, one more?”, the bassist only smirked at you, “You know it, darling”, you smiled soon matched his, “careful iv, might just steal your girl”. You fell into fits of giggle but iv only rolled his eyes. “I’ll be quick, promise”, brushing your lips over your boyfriend’s you quickly slipped out of the booth. iv watched you go till the moment you disappeared into the crowd. His anxiety slowly crawled up the hill.

The watch on his wrist had become his enemy. Never had he felt the length of the minute. “She’ll be fine. Won’t jump on another lad”, iii nudged IV’s shoulder. “Not worried about her jumping someone”, iv grunted, “worried about someone jumping her”. He glanced over the sea of sweaty bodies. His chest going tight. He should have gone with you. He knew that the moment you stood up. “Fine, let’s go”, iii ushered iv out of the booth, “Let’s find the lover girl before you kill somebody with the look in your eyes”.

You had only set your order. Smiling at the bartender who rushed to get everyone’s drinks ready. A shiver ran through your back at the unfamiliar feeling of warmth behind you. “What’s a babe like you doing here all alone?”, an oily voice filled your ears. Stepping to the side you tried to move away but the guy behind you pressed both of his palms on either side of you. Caging you between the bar and himself. “Don’t run off”, he stepped forward, “I just want to say hi”. You tried to put as much distance between you both but it was pointless. You knew that you should have screamed. Although the loud music would have probably drowned it out. But your body was frozen as you felt him pressing into you. The stench of alcohol was so strong it almost made you gag.

“You know if I just lift that skirt”, he mused against your ear, his hand inching towards your thigh. One moment there. The other all the air seemed to be rushing into your lungs. A grunt. And you swear you could hear a loud crunch. “You fucking pervert”, that growl makes your head turn to the side. iv is standing over the man. Knuckles white as he grips his collar, lifting him from the floor. “Don’t look”, iii chest is in front of you within a blink, making you jump. “Pull him away”, you mutter, “Let’s just go, pull him away”, your shaky hands press into iii chests as you try to sidestep him.

“Ivy”, you call out even if you know that in his anger he wasn’t gonna hear you. But you try regardless, inching towards him, before your fingers reach out to wrap around his bicep, halting the blow he was gonna deliver to the fucker laying flat on his back now. His nose was broken without a doubt with the amount of blood streaming down his face. iv was panting. But his eyes turned from black to that familiar shade of blue as he gazed at you. Your eyes slowly filling up with tears.

“Come here”, he’s reaching out, one hand gripping the back of your head as he pulls you into him. “What did he do? Did he touch you? Are you hurt?”, he’s pulling back so soon, looking you all over. You shake your head. But you know that he sees right through you. His nostrils flare and he’s turning back around. “I will fucking end him”, he snarls but you pull at him with both of your hands, “Don’t, don’t go, don’t leave me”, you blurt out. Hands fisting into his black shirt. He glances one more time at the man lying on the floor. Before nodding toward iii. “We’re going”, he barks out, throwing his arm around your shoulder. Pulling you as close to him as he possibly can. “I’m sorry i let you go”, he breathes against the side of your head. You reach up, lacing your fingers through his, “I just want to go home, just take me home”, he gives you a clipped nod. Before walking you out of the stuffy building. Squeezing your hand from time to time. Waiting for you to do the same. The silent reassurance. The silence plea. Until he can warp you up in his arms. Until he can chase the sickening feeling away.

[biting-miguel-ohara]

Facesitting with Daisy Johnson

A/N: AGENTS OF SHIELD REFERENCE LET’S GOOOOOO!!!

Lol. Here’s the 6th fic of Kinktober. I’m sorry if it’s a little unrealistic; I was tired

Written for an ftm!Reader

Link to masterlist here

CW: Reader has anxiety; mentions of Fitzsimmons; Reader is called handsome and babe; Daisy is a capable, reassuring girlfriend in this; facesitting; explicit sexual content; smut; Reader’s parts are called dick and hole; grinding; very mild aftercare; cuddling; language; Daisy has Internet friends; little bit of a goofy ending

596 words

“Daisy, are you sure?” You ask, giving her a nervous look. “I read some articles and it said you could get seriously hurt from this.”

“Oh, lighten up,” she smirks up at you, hair spread about her head like a halo. “No one’s going to get hurt. And if I do, we’ll just go to Fitzsimmons and ask them to fix me right up.”

“But—“

She kisses your inner thigh to shut you up. “Shhh, handsome. You’re gonna give yourself a headache with all that worrying.”

You sigh and relax against her. She’s right; you do tend to worry a lot. Her words do help soothe you, though. If anything goes wrong, Fitzsimmons will definitely judge the two of you, but they’ll fix Daisy all right up.

“Okay, fine,” you mutter. “But only because you’re cute.”

She laughs and easily lifts you up. It startles you for a moment, hands moving to grip the headboard tight. You forget just how strong she is sometimes. It’s really hot, if you’re honest.

You settle so you’re kneeling with your thighs on either side of her head. It feels a little exposing, to have her like this. But you quickly push that thought out of your head.

Daisy’s been begging for this for months. Doing all the research and preparation and wheedling necessary for you to agree. It’s been a process, that’s for sure.

“You alright?” She asks, giving your ass a gentle squeeze. “We can wait till tomorrow if you need.”

That solidifies it in your mind. You shake your head. “No. Tonight. I got this.”

She smirks. “Hell, yeah you do, babe.”

Doubts still start to creep in, but she dispels them the instant she helps you settle on her face. In fact, all coherent thought is gone from your head when she parts her lips and swipes her tongue against you.

Instant heat to your gut. You were already turned on before, but this is like a shot of pure fire in your veins.

It feels good. Warm and wet; heat swirling against your hole and teasing your dick.

You make a small sound and you can feel her grin against you. You can’t bear to look down, gripping the headboard tight enough your knuckles are white.

She sucks on your dick, making you whimper and squirm a little. Her hands come up to knead at your ass.

When she starts teasing your hole is when you really start to make noise. You gasp and whine, pressing down harder. She presses her tongue into your hole, moaning at the taste. You can feel the sound against yourself and it’s delicious.

Her nose nudges your dick and you whimper again. You can’t help it; you grind against her face a little. Just enough to get some oh so amazing friction against your throbbing dick.

Daisy starts to fuck your hole with her tongue, and you’re a goner. It takes you barely another few minutes before you’re cumming on her face, crying out as you grip the headboard.

You get off her, thighs shaky and cramped. But your body feels so good.

She cuddles you into her arms, rubbing her hands along your thighs. “So… Convinced of the amazing power of sitting on my face yet, handsome?”

You make a sound halfway between a groan and a whine. “Fucking hell, Daisy… That was…”

She smiles and rests her chin on your shoulder. “I told you. My Internet friends never steer me wrong.”

You’re silent for a moment. Then, “Just what have you been telling them?!”

She just laughs.

[siriusblackslut]

One where Sejanus realises Coryo is not such a great friend after all

Coryo may not be Sejanus’ best friend, but he sure is best at something else involving Sejanus’ girlfriend.

Pairing: Coriolanus/Reader

Word: 3667

Warnings: mildly dubious consent, infidelity?, cuckholding

It had been spoken in confidence.

Whether in a moment of drunkenness or a lapse in judgement, Sejanus had divulged his greatest insecurity to someone he had thought he could trust.    

Coriolanus would have thanked his lucky stars, but he was a cautious man and had to see for himself first.

And see he did. He watches with hungry eyes, your silhouette at the head of the bed and the tops of your knees spread flushed against the headboard that Sejanus grips till his knuckles turn white as he ruts uncontrollably like a district animal into you.

“Sej,” he can make out his friend’s name between your laboured moans and figures from the staccato of your breaths that you must be close.

So it was with even greater delight when he watches Sejanus’ hips slow and stutter, grunting as he pulls back away from you.

As if Coryo needed yet another reason to think Sejanus incompetent.

He hears you whine in response, and the frustration is evident in your throat.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.”

Your fingers glisten in the lamplight, your own arousal from the futile efforts at your clit, Coryo thinks, as you draw your boyfriend tight into your chest. “It’s okay, it’s fine Sej.”

“Tomorrow, I promise.”

There is a pause, then a restrained sigh. “Sure.”

Coryo thinks that this intimate interaction is cute in a pitiful way, and he has had enough been its voyeur, letting the clicks of his shoes make his presence known.

Clearly, it takes you by surprise and you shriek, arms wrapping tighter to clutch at your boyfriend and blinking in sheer astonishment as you watch his friend make his leisurely way through your bedroom floor, grabbing at the dresser chair and pulling it to face the bed before making himself too comfortable in it.

All whilst no one spoke in a perplexing silence.

You had to elbow Sejanus for him to finally speak, and even then, the confrontation felt reluctant. “What are you doing here, Coryo?” Sejanus sighs.

God, he was so pathetic.

“What am I doing here?” Coryo repeats in mock surprise, “You were the one who asked for help, remember?”

Now that gets your attention. “Help?” you ask sharply, “help with what?”, and then in a disapproving tone you add, “And really is this the best time for it?”

Your cluelessness almost endears him, but Coryo doesn’t acknowledge you just yet, giving Sejanus a pointed look instead, “You haven’t told her?”

“Tell me what?”

“Come on now Sejanus.” Coryo tuts.

“I just— it’s silly really.”

Sejanus doesn’t offer any more than that and Coryo is more than happy to comply now.

“Just that he couldn’t satisfy you with his little prick.” Coryo doesn’t love a lot of things, but he sure does love stirring up trouble.

It has the intended effect, and you shove Sejanus from you in a moment of disgust, shuffling towards the edge of the bed. The hurt and betrayal in your voice makes Coryo giddy, “You told him that? That’s private!” and he also notes that you have not denied the very fact. “And besides, what did you expect him to do about it?” Your gaze follows your accusatory finger through to Sejanus’ friend, only to be met with greedy eyes raking over your now bare tits, and only then did you cross your arms.

It's disappointing, but Coryo considers it a little teaser as to what more there is to come. He shrugs, “A demonstration.”

“A demonstration?” you scoff, “That’s ludri-“

“What do you say Sej?”

It irks you that he discusses you like you were not in the very same room, but at least you have your boyfriend to count on, right?

It is a soft mutter and Sejanus cannot meet your eyes. “I guess.”

Coryo thinks Sejanus is so so stupid, but it works so well in his favour.

“You heard him,” and he is already making quick work at the buttons of his fly, sliding his trousers down just below his hips so that from the clothed bulge springs up a pretty cock, proud and slit already weeping. The room is dim, but you can see the shadows snaking their way around the bulging veins at his thick shaft in a way that looked simply irresistible.

The protest in your throat feels stuck.

Coryo knows you were already especially susceptible, having just had an orgasm snatched out of your wanting hands moments earlier, and now with you upset at Sejanus? He knows you only needed the sight of his sweet cock to nudge you in the right direction that is a little closer to him.

But then you glance back at your boyfriend for approval and the loyalty dripping in the air is sickening.

Coryo raps his palm on his clothed thigh, and it gets your attention, snapping you out of your trance. “On here,” he instructs.

You peer through your lashes shyly once more at him. 

“I won’t ask twice.”

But then your gaze moves back to Sejanus and whatever for? It makes Coryo nauseous.

He puts you out of your misery and kindly makes up your irresolute mind for you. Lunging to drag you back from the edge of the bed and onto his lap back at the chair, he hooks your left thigh behind his own. You topple over losing your balance in surprise, and Coryo works fast to tuck your other leg behind his right knee, spreading you out into a lovely position onto his lap with your bare back pressing against his clothed chest.

He laments the fact that he would miss watching your tits bounce as he fucks you on his cock, but the way you are now bound with your helpless thighs secured behind his makes up for that very fact and besides, he likes having that to look forward to next time.

Skimming his fingers up the curve of your waist making you shiver, he pulls you down against his lap. The friction of the scratchy wool of his trousers against your naked thigh feels unpleasant, but your pussy, oh it glides across his hard shaft smearing your arousal across it in a way that you can feel every pulsating bump of vein across your delicate folds.

A soft whimper breaks through your lips.  

“I think she’s warming up to it now, Sej.” Coryo loves being cruel and to be cruel now, was to remind you that you were letting yourself be ravaged by another whilst your boyfriend watches meekly on.  

It has the intended effect and Coryo expects no less from you. Your hands scrambling for his clad thigh, just yet another reminder of how bare you are, to push yourself up and your core prepares to tense, but Coryo is sick of this game and he digs his fingers painfully into your waist pushing you down once more and this time, the head of his cock bumps against your clit.

The sudden friction makes you slack against his arms and Coryo makes out the beginning of a moan before you swallow it down your throat.

Coryo isn’t an idiot, he knows his ministrations affects you; he can feel the hitch of your breath against his chest, the hammering of your heart against his forearm, but still, you maintain a poor attempt of indifference. Perhaps it is out of respect for Sejanus, but it only serves as a challenge for Coryo because whilst it was fun to have you struggle against him and for him to take whatever he wants that is more than you were willing to give, he finds greater thrill to have you begging for him despite whatever silly feelings you have for your boyfriend. He wants to take you, then your mind, then Sejanus’ pride, confidence and dignity.

With his free hand that isn’t leaving bruises at your waist, he reaches over your thighs tangled with his own to fist at his cock. He starts slowly, teasing it up your delicate folds before stopping to swirl at your clit. His spongy flesh rubbing against your sensitive core draws another gasp out of you, but it is short and muffled.

So, he rinses and repeat, continuing his incessant teasing until he gets exactly what he wants. Dragging his angry cock-head down your silky pussy lips and then up again to kiss at that swollen nub. Once, he has you squirming on his lap, then twice and thrice until you are shamelessly bucking your hips.

But Coryo still doesn’t miss the way your eyes continue to skitter towards Sejanus’ for his continuing approval, and he decides he mustn’t have broken you enough yet.

Leaving your achy clit, Coryo tugs his cock down and just barely dips the tip of his cock into your dripping slit, and oh yes, that seemed to do it.

Your hips snap up, desperate for him to stretch you wide and split you open in half, but Coryo is smart and has already pulled his cock away, just enough for your pussy to smear against his shaft. “Fuck, please,” your voice is gravelly and laced with a mixture of frustration and arousal.

Coryo almost feels sorry for you, but he has one more to go after.

Pressing his cock at your slit once more, he feels the gentle parting of your pussy lips dripping with your nectar just for him and he savours the moment of your hot wet envelope around him even if it is just the tip, before he pulls away once more.

You gasp your strangled gasp, “I need— please,” and he knows it must have taken every single ounce of your pride to even muster one up in front of Sejanus, “please, Coryo.”

His name rolling off your tongue was intoxicating and he nearly loses his resolve. Nearly.

You roll your hips weakly, but it is to no avail.

A choked sob escapes your throat, and he feels the tears trickling down your cheek, dripping onto his shirt.

His cock is impossibly hard now, but Coryo is adamant still, guiding his throbbing tip just between your lips. He can feel the twitching of your folds, their inviting stretch just for him.

“Please, I need--” you hiccup between your desperate sobs, “Please, please Cory—"

“Just fuck her alright!”

Poor Sejanus. Sejanus with that encouraging expression now wavering, seemingly regretting allowing this lewd and filthy sight, but who also appears to have had enough of his girlfriend tortured, quivering and spilling full of unresolved tension.

Coryo smirks crookedly.

One more shallow and controlled thrust, the tip of his angry cockhead skimming the petals of your swollen pussy just for a moment before he pulls your pliant body up by the waist and—

He lets you sink onto him.

It is met with a little resistance initially as he buries his throbbing tip into you, and then with another forceful thrust and his bruising fingers by your waist pulling you further down onto him, the girth of his shaft soon follows, swallowed within your wet walls.

Judging from your faint whimpers, it is a tight fit, tight and snug in a way he is sure you can feel every bump that is a pulsating vein as he sheaths more of himself into you.

“Am I doing okay, Sej?”

Coryo rolls his eyes.

It seems he had not been the only one who had noticed Sejanus’ smile growing strained.

And he had really thought he had you broken enough too, but he is more than happy to remedy his oversight.

He snaps his hips, forcefully burying himself into you in retaliation and the room reverberates that obscene squelch of your pussy.

“I’m sorry,” he drawls, bored as if his whole cock wasn’t throbbing inside you, “Did you forget who’s cock you’re currently impaled on?”

You maintain your silence but that only serves to irritate Coryo even more.

“The cock that you begged for!”

God, Coryo is so unimpressed with you. If only you had played nice, he would have eased you in with some languid thrusts, but he is severely irritated now and decides that an unforgiving pace of his pistoning hips into yours may set right your aching heart, if not pussy.

You cry out as he fucks into you violently, but Coryo is ruthless and he pushes you further into a territory of pain with his fingernails digging into the hollows of your cheek as he jolts your limp head upright. It makes your eyes water.

“Look at him.”

Blinking your tears away, you see Sejanus with a watery expression. Coryo thinks Sejanus couldn’t look anymore pitiful.

He snarls and it is threatening, “Tell me, is he fucking you right now?”

The drive of his hips is unrelentless now, and from the pain rises a familiar yearning and it is the fear of losing it, you don’t think you could go through another stolen-near-almost orgasm, that replies him.

“No,” you murmur hazily, shaking your head as if to prove your point further and Coryo thinks that this is the point of no return, “just you Coryo.”

He likes you like this, obedient like a puppy, and he rewards you by bringing his free hand to your pussy engorged with his cock, his calloused fingers twirling at your clit.

It is clearly the right decision as not a moment after, you are bucking your hips, grinding yourself deeper onto him, and Coryo understands why Sejanus had so much trouble holding himself back when he is inside you because you were just so warm and hot and wet and all-encompassing.  

Coryo doesn’t mind sitting back for a little while. He slows his thrusts, all the better to savour the spectacle that is Sejanus broken down and hacked into pieces with a front row seat of his girlfriend’s pretty pink pussy glistening stretched obscenely around Coryo’s thick shaft as she bounces away happily, completely cock-drunk and chasing her own release that he couldn’t not supply.  

And to rub salt into the wound, Coryo grips a fistful of your hair, pushing your head down towards his to capture your lips in a painful kiss with his tongue swirling in your mouth.  

When he pulls back, there is a strand of spit glimmering between his mouth and your lips that hung agape.

He smears it onto the crook of your neck, “I think Sej likes this different view.” Coryo’s murmurs are soft enough to be covered by your breathy pants, but he pulls back a little so that Sejanus has an eyeful of his lips brushing at your ear as they moved in speech because how better than to stir up his insecurities? “You better give him a show.”

Stupid with your eyes half-lidded barely making out the silhouette of your boyfriend at the edge of the bed, you believe him, giving another sensual roll of your hips, your chest thrusting forward in the same motion.

“Tell Sejanus whose cock is making you feel so good.”

You let your boyfriend, and the neighbours for that matter, know, a string of Coryo’s name tumbling out of your mouth until they reform back to unintelligible pants.

And when Coryo removes his face nuzzling into your neck to commit to memory Sejanus’ broken expression whilst you chant his name over and over like a fervent prayer, Coryo is even more amused when he realises Sejanus is half hard and to what? The sick sight of his girlfriend enjoying herself on his best friend’s fat dick?

“Let your boyfriend know just how much you love this.”

You are a docile little thing, complying with a dizzy sigh, “God, I love this Sej.”

“Tell him what I’m doing to make you love this.” This is a demonstration after all and Sejanus needs to learn, although the lesson Coryo is teaching had more to do with Sejanus’ place.

“He’s—" Your scrambled brain cannot keep up with all the sensations inflicted on you, so you settle with pointing out the obvious, “He’s fucking me Sej.”

Hardly, you seem to be doing most of the work anyways.

“Am I better than him?”

“I--” you swallow thickly, “I love this.”

Coryo senses your hesitation, and he acts swiftly and decisively, lips latching towards your limp neck to lick a bead of your salty sweat up behind your ear. “He’s hard” he whispers.  

You blink the happy tears out of your eyes and sure enough, you pan down your boyfriend’s guilty expression to find him fisting his erection.

Coryo asks you once more. “Tell your boyfriend who makes you feel better. Tell him!” he snarls.

And sure as hell being the dumb little girl you are, you’re convinced. Or maybe it is Coryo resuming his powerful and painful drive of his hips meeting the downward jut of hips, his angry cockhead licking some sensitive spongy spot within your pulsating wall. Regardless, you answer his question.

“You Coryo!” you wailed, and he is happy with your answer, slowing his thrusts to a lazy pace. He can feel the beginnings of your orgasm, the involuntary twitching of your pussy walls hugging his cock as you continue to grind onto him and he helps you out, the rough pads of his fingers now drawing tight circles at your sensitive clit.

He feels you when the tension finally snaps, when you tumble over the edge. Your walls hug him impossibly tight and he feels your warmth trickling down his cock lodged inside you as you drench him in all your sweet nectar. It feels good, but it feels even better knowing that Sejanus has never had your pretty walls squeeze his cock like this.

It is hidden amongst your strings of gasps when Coryo hears an unmistakable grunt. He looks up to see Sejanus spent once again with globs of white scattered on his thighs and stomach. And to the sight of his own girlfriend coming undone on his best friend’s cock, Coryo wants to laugh.

“She even tighter when she cums,” he tells Sejanus with no sordid detail spared, “Twitching around me and so fucking warm too.”

Your moan in response, whether in agreement or in protest is irrelevant, but along with your trembling thighs still mindlessly bucking as you ride out your orgasm on his still hard cock, it adds to Coryo’s point.  

“All you have to do,” Coryo instructs between his own groans, “is you just fuck her stupid like this.”

A demonstration after all, and with his free hand that isn’t flicking at your sensitive clit, Coryo digs his fingers into your waist to hold your quivering hips in place before he speeds up to an unrelentless pace now chasing his own release.

It seems to prolong your own too, or maybe gets you to another high judging by the wracked gasp escaping your throat and the way your walls seem to massage his cock even further as if urging him to spill into you.

Twice, he muses condescendingly.  

The thought of Sejanus utterly humiliated, Sejanus who has all the wealth in the world but who cannot even get his gorgeous girlfriend to come undone not once but twice on his cock, is exhilarating.

And then the knowledge that tonight’s memory, you grinding on Coryo’s cock with your walls clamping down tight on his pulsating member that was spurting and tainting your walls with seed white as snow, is now forever seared into Sejanus’ little district brain, seared in a way that makes his cuckhold prick hard, brings Coryo over the edge.

He gives one final thrust, burying his whole hard length into you so that his cockhead spilling his creamy essence just kissed your cervix. His teeth sink into your shoulder as he tips over the edge because Coryo is sick, wanting a permanent mark for Sejanus to remember this night by, but maybe you are sick like him too because he knows it must have been painful, the taste of iron evident on his tongue, and yet he is blessed with another one of your shaky gasp coupled with another unmistakable wave of your walls just clenching around his spurting cock.  

It is all nearly too much for you bear.

Overstimulating really. Coryo who is still drawing languid circles at your clit whilst rutting, shallowly albeit, into you, the sudden spread of warmth in your belly as he empties himself into you, the viscous trickle of blood down your collarbone, the clammy sweat mix with the sweet metallic smell of blood lingering thick in the air and the pain at your shoulder radiating like electricity to your core, has you reduced to a string of whimpers and moans squirming weakly on Coryo’s lap.

It isn’t long before his softening cock breaks the seal of your spent pussy, and with every weak clench of your pussy from the overstimulation that is Coryo’s digit still at your clit, his cum begins to drip out of you.

It is messy, and Coryo decides he has enough; he doesn’t want his trousers dirtied. Moving his clad thighs out of the way, you instinctively squeeze your strained legs together in a poor attempt to mask the trickle of his creamy seed now trailing down your inner thigh, stumbling your way back onto the bed next to Sejanus.

The sight in front of him, the debauchery that is the cuckhold heir of the Plinth fortune and then you, his regal little girlfriend wearing a dizzy drunk expression with Coryo’s own seed sticky sandwiched between your thighs, all whilst he is fully dressed after tucking himself back into his slacks, though with unpolished shoes and faded cufflinks and a tad more w`rinkled, makes Coryo feel immensely powerful and does wonders for his ego.

And just for the final blow, Coryo gives Sejanus’ shoulder a squeeze on his way out. “Might just demonstrate a different position next time,” he says smugly and then his lip curls up into a smirk that he hopes looked cruel, “I like it much better when Snow’s on top.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unexpected 8

Sequel to Unsolicited

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, Lloyd being the worst, and other dark elements.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The stylist jabs you with another pin and you bite down on the grunt. You don't want to make this any more difficult than Lloyd already has. His planning, while exhaustive, is not entirely practical. You hear his whistling from behind you. You can't look back as the blonde twists and tugs your hair.

The compartment of the plane allows little breathing room and you feel crowded by the seats and the bodies all around you. Two make up artists working on your face as you're yanked at like a puppet. Another woman steaming the dress, a hazardous task in the air you suspect. You struggle to keep your bearings as the flurry has you dizzy.

As the women deem you suitably dolled up, the gown is presented to you. A simple white sheath that drapes across the chest with a skirt the wraps and splits from the thigh. It's not entirely your taste but it's better than leather or sequins. You let the stylists help you into it, straps to thin to keep on your thick bra, and you reluctantly let your chest loose beneath the charmeuse.

"Almost there, Mrs. Hansen," Lloyd declares as the light dings and all are drawn to the signal. Seatbelts until you touch down. You can barely believe, rather force yourself to accept, that the time has come.

You face Lloyd as he gestures you to one of the ivory seats and you restrain the surprise at his appearance. You'd been so distracted by your own primping, you hadn't noticed his own. A white wedding suit with a red vest. Tailored perfectly to his figure. Oddly refined. You could admit, at least to yourself, that he looked good.

You sit and pull the seat belt across. You'll have to wait till you're back on solid grown to force on the strappy heels. His hand settles on yours, causing you to flinch and he toys with the wring on your finger, lifting it to admire the large diamonds. He leans in to kiss your knuckle.

"This is it, doll face, the first day of the rest of our lives."

"Please, I'm nauseous enough," you grumble.

"Ah, come on, every girl dreams about her wedding day. And you get a whole second one," he taunts, "now that's just being spoiled, isn't it?"

"Sure," you utter and stiffen. You didn't exactly ask for this. He got his pre-nup, he could just shove another contract under your nose to sign.

"Don't be like that, babe, we're gonna celebrate," he leans against you, "I mean, you can't drink, but I can make up for that by fucking you silly."

"Lloyd," you lower your voice as you glance around.

"Ah, don't you wanna choke, daddy? Hmm? Like our little vacation? That was fun. Smack me around--"

"Shhh," you hush him, "I'm gonna smack you right now."

"Oh, please, mistress, mark me up good," he snickers.

You shush him again and turn away, looking out the window. This is it. The final white flag. You surrender to this man and his stupid mustache.

💎

A Vegas wedding chapel. You can't say you never saw yourself there. In fact, with Colin, your budget was so small you married in the backyard with his family to witness and disapprove of the entire affair. Worse, you didn't get a single piece of the cake. Even the slice you save in the freezer for your anniversary was ruined after the fridge burnt out.

You stand before the altar shaped like a Roman plinth with a bright red heart attached to it. You must look so stupid. Not as bad as the couple in the empty pews. They must have the next slot, you scoff to yourself.

The man in his Viva Las Vegas Tee and the woman in a pepto pink sundress. They're both older and mismatched. Likely the least odd couple in the city even so. The man, even sitting down, towers over the squat woman with her breast in a generous display, nearly three times as wide as the strawlike man.

As you look at them, the woman smiles and waves, her heavily blushed cheeks rounding. You return the smile awkwardly and return your attention to the drawl of the barely awake officiant. Lloyd clears his throat and gives you a pointed look, his hands tightening around yours.

"Do you Marion Lloyd Hansen take this woman to be your lawfully wed wife?" The droopy eyed man asks.

Your lips part. Marion? You blink as Lloyd says I do dismissively, as if to brush over his name. Your turn comes before you can think of a snappy remark, too amused as you choke on your laughter.

You barely keep your guffaws below the surface. This whole thing has to be a joke. You really just can't believe any of it is real.

"Alright, I do," you say nonchalantly.

The officiant continues, going through his script and prompts the groom to kiss the bride. You nearly evade the pucker but let Lloyd plant one on your lips. He takes you off kilter as he wraps you in his arms and bends you backward, poking his tongue between your lips shamelessly.

You finally wrestle him off you and regain your balance. You slap his chest and keep him at bay, "Jeez, calm down."

"Come on, baby, we got paperwork to do," he slings his arm over your shoulders and leads you down the aisle, "oh, and a few introductions." He stops you beside the middle pew and turns, "ma, pop–"

You wince, taken aback. Okay, he's playing a trick. This really isn't true. He's set this all up to fuck with you.

"Oh, darling," the woman bounces to her feet, "it's so nice ta finally meet ya," she nears and claps her hands on your cheeks her long acrylics poking you sharply. She plants a kiss on you as the man stands stiffly.

"Son," the tall man greets, "nice ta get a ticket down for the event."

"Dad," Lloyd shakes the man hand. As imposing as Lloyd is, he stands a head shorter than his father and a head above his mother. "Couldn't leave you out."

"Oh, I'm so happy my boy's found his lady," his mother chimes, "now, I'm Dotty and this is my lover boy, Harlan."

"Dear," the man says abashedly and nods at you with beet red cheeks, "pleasure, little lady."

"Uh, you too," you sputter, "Lloyd didn't tell me you were coming in for the wedding."

"Ah, he's a sweetheart," Dotty exclaims as he wiggles in place, "he says ma, how about I fly ya out to the casinos and I said you know that's a bad idea but then he said it was special, so… we'd do anything for our boy, don't you know?"

"Ma," Lloyd warns.

"What, pookie," she chides, "I waited so long for a daughter and oh, I can't wait to take her round the tables. They always say you got good luck on your wedding day."

"Uh, yeah, I mean, they say a lot of things," you utter.

"We gotta sign the contract," Lloyd interjects, "then we'll go to dinner like I promised."

"Oooh, I love a buffet," Dotty rubs her palms together, "and dear, you look like you can keep up."

You crook a brow and restrain a chuckle. Not exactly the Hansen stock you expected.

💎

You peel a strip of meat from the chicken wing and pop it in your mouth, a napkin tucked in the top of your dress to keep the sauce from dripping. You doubt you'll walk away unscathed. Dotty has some of the glaze in the corner of her fuschia painted lips but hardly seems bothered as she gnaws on the bone.

She drops it on her plate and wipes her fingers. She leans on her elbows as she balls the napkin in her hands.

"You know, we're so proud of Marion– Sorry, Lloyd," she corrects herself as Lloyd clinks his fork loudly, "anyway, him goin' off to Harvard and all that. But we were worried. He works too much, never got time for girls."

"Mmhmm," you take in all in, enjoying the unnerving twist. Lloyd really does know how to surprise you.

"And such a nice one," she smiles, "so," she takes a slurp of soda, "when's the baby comin'? Do we know if it's a boy or girl?"

"Baby," Lloyd chokes, "what– how–"

"I know a pregnant lady when I see one," Dotty insists, "absolutely glowing with a shade of miserable."

"Erm, well, it's early so we–"

"Lots of time, lots," she sings, "oh, let's not worry about the youngin yet. It's your wedding night and we gotta party it up."

"Ma," Lloyd tuts again.

"Promise we won't get too wild," she grins at him. You see where he gets that from, "just enough to have some fun."

"Son, your ma's grown. Same with the wife, they'll be just fine," the man's placid tone lulls you, "'sides, we got some catching up to do."

[espballs]

It's Never Just Coffee

Chapter 1 - I Saw You Paint The Sun

♡ Summary: The Mean Bean gets a new alien barista! And Shadow wants to learn more about the other hedgehog in Green Hills

♡ Note: Canon divergent, technically takes place at the start of Sonic 2 but Knuckles left Eggman and became bros with Sonic. Shadow got released by Commander Walters. Gerald died. Shadow doesn't want to destroy the world cuz Eggman and Gerald aren't there. Characters may be ooc because of altered events

♡ Cross posted on AO3

“Ma’am this is The Mean Bean… There are no Unicorn Frappuccinos here...”

The little girl on the other side of the counter frowned. “Then can you give me something pink?” She asked quietly, instantly perking up with a new idea. “Oh! And add a little unicorn horn to it too! With sprinkles, powder, and drizzle!”

Shadow recoiled out of sheer disgust. How could anyone drink something like that when coffee beans existed?

Shadow sighed and softened his gaze. He looked down at the little girl. “I can’t make that, but what I can make you is a hot chocolate with lots of whipped cream”

The girl brightened up again and slammed a ten dollar bill onto the counter. “YES! Make me that!” she screamed.

Shadow recoiled so fast he almost fell off of his stepping stool. But he took her money and entered it into the cash register and handed the girl her change before hopping off his stool.

His ears flicked when she let out a squeal of excitement. The little girl quickly rushed out the way for Stone to take care of the next customer. 

Shadow moved with precision every time he made a drink. Cold milk from the jug poured carefully into the pitcher. Pitcher under the steam nozzle, where it’d let out a small hiss and the milk began to bubble as the temperature rose.

Shadow tended to think while it heated up.

Shadow hadn’t been working at Coffee shop for long, today was his second day and he was already considering quitting. It had been two weeks since his sudden release from G.U.N.

But Shadow knew he was definitely being monitored—if the band on his left wrist was anything to go by.  

Milk swirling with cocoa powder always drew Shadow back in. The rich scent it released was one Shadow had grown accustomed to in the past week. It brought him back to her.

Pouring the mixture into the ceramic mug. Shadow wondered why they let him out, and why now. Fifty years of pain and they let him go despite the fact he might try and take revenge on them for killing her?

He circled the whipped cream around till it began to build up into a tall mountain of white. Shadow stepped back to momentarily admire it before he stuck a peppermint stick in the center.

Shadow placed the hot chocolate in front of the girl with a soft exhale, not realizing he’d been holding his breath until the moment passed. He glanced up and saw the little girl’s eyes light up as she admired her drink.

“Thank you,” She quickly said before she grabbed the mug and chugged her drink.

Perhaps it was the little girl's youth, her blonde hair, or even her blue coat that somehow reminded Shadow of Maria.

Perhaps it was odd of him to be reminded of her every time he saw a blonde, whenever he looked at the color blue, or whenever he saw someone as youthful as she was when she died.

Maria was a constant thought in his brain ever since his release. The pain of her loss felt like too much to bear at times

Shadow just shook his head and turned back to his work. 

“You alright Shadow?” Stone asked, standing by the front counter.

Shadow didn’t respond at first. He tried to steady his mind many times without success, he worried it was beginning to become a distraction. Would Stone get rid of him for it?  

“Y’know… if you’re feeling sick I can get Brayden to cover your shift.” Stone whispered.

Brayden was the only other employee of The Mean Bean. He worked there before Stone owned it. But Brayden was the only employee that Stone didn’t fire after he took over. (after he accused the previous owner of money laundering and got her locked up)

Shadow quickly shook his head. “I’m fine.”

Stone sighed, showing his dissatisfaction at Shadow’s response. Stone shuffled his feet, glancing around the shop. “You know, you could talk about it, if you wanted to." Stone tried to be subtle about his suggestion. Stone failed.

Shadow shot him a glance, his gaze narrowing into a glare and he felt like throwing Stone out the window. Shadow refrained from doing so since Stone had taken him in and given him a job. "I'm not here for therapy.”

“I get it. I do,” Stone held up his hands in a mock surrender and backed away from Shadow. "I don’t know what you're thinking about, or if anything at all." Shadow really wanted to just walk away. “But you’ve got a fresh start, kid. Even if it feels like you’re passing or wasting time, this is a chance to get away from whatever put you in that alleyway”

What put Shadow in that alleyway was the rain. Shadow had been hiding in a trash bin to cover from the night when Stone found him.

So technically that made no sense.

But Stone constantly drew his ex that disappeared off the planet on customer's coffee’s everyday and cried about how much he missed the guy so he never made any sense. Shadow was pretty sure Stone was going insane too…

“...Okay?” Shadow had no idea what to say to any of that.

Stone just nodded awkwardly and took a step back, still staring at Shadow. “Okay… okay” He kept staring at the hedgehog till the bell at the door rang and a customer walked in.

Weirdo.

“Oh, fuck” Stone sighed.

Now Shadow just had to turn and see what customer managed to make Stone curse with their mere presence. Either to thank them for helping him escape the awkward conversation or give them a kick to the face.

“What's up, Stone!”

Shadow would be annoyed too if someone walked in with that much energy at 11:23 in the morning. But he would be annoyed if anyone came in with that much energy at any time so who was he to be talking?

“Wade,” Stone greeted through gritted teeth, putting a smile on his face.

Wade Whipple was apparently a regular at The Mean Bean, much to Stone’s dismay. Shadow wondered if he would end up having to suffer the same fate as Stone: Having to serve Wade Whipple a coffee with copious amounts of sugar.

Stone had given Shadow an entire tutorial on how to make Wade’s concerning order without killing the man or dissatisfying him on his first day.

Wade walked up to the counter with a blindingly bright smile on his face. “Got an important case to solve today!” he announced proudly. Now that interested Shadow. As far as he knew, Green Hills was a quiet town with little to no crime at all.

“Three donuts went missing from my desk this morning!” Oh , way to disappoint! 

This was obviously not worth Shadow’s time. The espresso machine was in need of cleaning, and much more worthy of his time.

Stone forced a smile, he forced it so much you could tell he was forcing it. “Let me guess. Large coffee, and a ton of extra sugar?”

Wade obviously didn’t notice. “You know it!” Wade smiled so much it was starting to concern Shadow. “Oh, and throw in one of those muffins! I’ve been craving one since Friday” It was Tuesday… Why didn’t he just go to the store? Were the Mean Bean’s pastries that good?

Stone barely had time to start Wade’s coffee order before the doorbell chimed again. Shadow was gonna have to serve that customer… he crossed his fingers and prayed they wouldn’t be as energetic as Wade.

“Morning, Wade!” the man greeted, his tone casual as he approached the counter.

Well he technically wasn’t as bad!

The sigh Stone let out told Shadow that the guy definitely was.

Shadow wondered if quitting on the spot would be rude. He decided it probably was and turned around.

A man in a sheriff uniform walked up to the counter and stood besides Wade. The name ‘Wachowksi’ was on the right side of his uniform. He looked normal, not that interesting, and the soft smile on his face looked normal compared to Wade. He didn't look like a strict cop, but he wasn't as sunshine and rainbows as Wade.

“Ah! Tom! I’ve got a case for you!” Shadow desperately hoped it would be more interesting. “Donuts! Three stolen right off my desk!” Goddamnit.

"You sure it wasn't you that ate them-"

Shadow hopped up onto his stepping stool and waited for the two to finish talking. “Oooo! Another alien hedgehog!” Wade whispered.

… Another?

Shadow resisted the urge to tilt his head and ask about that. But instead, he looked Tom dead in the eye and asked, “What would you like to order?”

To say the sheriff was dumbfounded was an understatement.

Tom just blinked at him for a few moments before he shook his head. His mouth hung open for a moment before he spoke. “Oh, uhm… just coffee, black” He said before quickly going back to staring at Shadow and recovered just as quick. “Thanks”

Shadow nodded before hopping off the stool.

“He looks like Sonic, but dark and edgy with gay highlights...” Wade failed to whisper quietly. “You think he knows him?”

Sonic must be the other hedgehog!

“Isn’t it wrong to think all alien hedgehogs know each other?”  

Shadow really wanted to laugh, but I’d reveal he was eavesdropping on their conversation. 

“I mean… aliens coming here is basically normal after Tails and Knuckles dropped by.” Tom laughed quietly. 

So there are other aliens on the planet besides me and Sonic!

“Right, right, right” Wade nodded in understanding, bowing his head slightly before quickly bouncing back. “He’s all dark and broody though, nothing like Sonic… bet they'd be best friends!” 

Shadow did not like where that was going.

“You should bring Sonic here! I bet he’d explode just seeing another hedgehog around!” 

Tom chuckled lightly. “I don’t think Sonic needs any more explosions in his life. And knowing him, he’d probably run around the room and talk a mile to the guy.”

Wade clasped his hands together as if the idea thrilled him. “Exactly! Imagine how happy he’d be! Sonic’s like your son dude! You should want him to have friends he relates to! It’d be so good for him!” 

Shadow wanted to think something mean about that, but he was starting to wonder if it’d be good for him too.

Stone handed Wade his coffee and muffin. “Will that be all today?”

“Oh, yeah! Thanks!” Wade was smiling brightly again before he turned back to Tom. “Just saying! I think their friendship would be mind blowing dude!”

Tom just nodded along. “Yeah, yeah”

Shadow saw the opportunity to step back onto his stool and slide Tom’s coffee over to him. 

“Shouldn’t you get back to working on your… donut case?” Tom asked. Is he trying to get rid of Wade?

Wade’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open. “Oh crap! I totally forgot about that.” Wade rushed out the door. Shadow was kind of sad to see him go since now he wouldn’t be able to find out much about that other hedgehog.

“So… new to Green Hills?”

Shadow looked up at Tom. “Yes” he said in the most monotone voice he could muster. Shadow was fighting the urge to ask a million questions about the man's alien hedgehog son.

“Don’t know if you heard, but my kid, Sonic—” Tom cut off mid-sentence when he looked back and Shadow’s pupils dilated in what was probably excitement, his tail wagging behind him. “...Sonic, he’s also a hedgehog, not from earth… and he's... blue”

“I’ve heard.” Shadow replied, trying to sound monotone and bored but the slight tightness in his voice betrayed his interest. Shadow hadn’t heard anything about the hedgehog before, but the idea of him was enough to have Shadow captivated.

Tom smiled at him. “Well, nice to meet you! I gotta head back to the station now!” Tom took his coffee and left.

Shadow only watched him leave.

“What do you know about Sonic?”

Stone blinked, rubbing his eyes tiredly. “The Hedgehog?” He asked, even though there was no one else Shadow would be asking about.

Shadow nodded up at him, now that they were in the privacy of Stone’s apartment. Shadow wasted no time in getting to the point, as soon as the door shut it was time to interrogate Stone.

“He’s… a hedgehog” Shadow, ever patient and kind, resisted the violent urge to punch Stone to the moon. “Uhm… he’s fast, like stupidly fast” Shadow ran to his bedroom and rushed back with a notebook and pencil in hand to write that down. 

Stone gave him a funny look, so Shadow glared at him to continue. “Uhm… He never shuts up, he’s ridiculously optimistic, annoyingly energetic…”

Shadow nodded along as he frantically scribbled the words down. He muttered to himself as he wrote, “Talkative…. Optimistic… energetic…”

Stone laughed. “Is he not your type?”

Shadow ignored the comment and watched Stone as he sat down on the couch. “Tell me more about him” Shadow didn’t demand it this time, his voice softer and his tone sounded almost pleading .

Well Stone couldn’t say no to him now… 

“He lives with The Wachowski’s, Tom and his wife, Maddie” Stone began, holding up two fingers to count. “Then there's Tails, he’s a yellow alien fox with two tails, he makes gadgets and stuff”

Shadow continued to nod and mutter. “Residence: Wachowski household. Family: Tom, Maddie, Tails” he looked back up at Stone to continue.

Stone momentarily wondered if he should be concerned but decided this was totally normal. “Then there’s Knuckles, believe it or not the guy came to Earth to kill him! But Sonic forgave him! Now he’s part of the family!”

Shadow froze in his scribbling, mind bouncing back and forth between wondering how Sonic could be so forgiving and how anyone would ever want to kill him?

Did Sonic have some super secret super dark backstory?

Shadow wrote that theory down in an instant.

“You know, for someone who pretends to be all disinterested… You’re really into this.”

Shadow shot him a glare but didn’t deny it, because he was very interested. “Is there anything else I should know about?”

Stone scratched his chin and went quiet to go deep into his thoughts. Shadow held his breath as he slowly leaned in closer to hear what the man would say.

“He’s like a hero to the people of Green Hills,” Shadow wasted no time in writing that down. “He helps the people here out of the good of his heart, just to be a hero… y’know?” 

“A hero… selfless… kind…” Shadow muttered.

“He, Knuckles, and Tails are kind of like a team now, they work with G.U.N to keep the world safe.” Shadow was quickly alarmed by that. “Not for them, but with them, they’re not assets or anything.”

Shadow wrote that down.

Shadow looked back up at Stone, that same hopeful glint in his eyes. Shadow was smiling.

It made Stone want to smile so bad. When he first met Shadow, he was like a dirty stray cat, out in the back alley of the Mean Bean hiding in trash cans. Maybe helping Shadow learn more about Sonic wouldn’t be so bad considering it made him smile. 

There was a childlike gleam in his eyes when he smiled.

Gosh Stone was really starting to get attached

Stone shifted in his seat and looked at Shadow, that familiar teasing glint back in his eyes. "I didn't know you were such a fan of Sonic, is he your new hero?"

Shadow's face flushed slightly, caught completely off guard by the teasing, but he kept his cool, trying to brush off the question. "I wouldn’t say that..." he muttered, eyes darting around. He hated to admit how much he was beginning to care about someone he didn’t even know.

Stone smiled at him, because he knew exactly what Shadow was feeling. “He’s interested in meeting new people, especially people like him. As soon as Tom opens his mouth about you he’ll be running to say hi.”

Shadow’s eyes widened. “Why didn’t you say that?!” He yelled, frantically flipping pages and writing notes at top speed. “What am I supposed to say to him if he shows up! I need to prepare! What if he shows up Tomorrow? I need to brush my quills! Do you know his favorite food? Maybe I should make him some food as a... friendship gift! Yeah that, now do I decorate the Mean Bean for his arrival...” Stone tuned out at that because he was not looking forward to any other ideas Shadow might have.

Stone was beginning to wonder if Shadow was a teenage girl in disguise.

Note: Only posting this on tumblr in-case ppl from ao3 like it here more... also cuz I wanna post updates n funny shit

[cutegirlmayra]

This is probably really out there but here we go. A mysterious lavender hedgehog with familiar jade eyes comes from the future (25ish years) trying to get future Eggman back from destroying the past (modern) verisons of the heroes. She's pretty fast and Sonic finds she's weirdly familiar especially when the insane elderly Eggman goes on about keeping his promise to never touch the girl. Modern Eggman then attacks her, it's revealed she is Sonic's future daughter Velocity (best name I thought of)

Prompt:

“And that’s the gist of it.” The Girl finished tying her dark purple hair up, with streaks of magenta that sparkled like stardust for some reason… There were highlights of gold, but probably from when she turned Super just a few moments ago with Future Chaos Emeralds that helped her to get here with this ‘Uncle’ of hers’ invention. Sonic thought long and hard, his thumb pushing up against his squishy pink muzzle as he contemplated all he had heard. “So,.. our Eggman discovered your other Chaos Emeralds… resulting in that powerful blast that took out so much of that valley..." He looked a little like he was reserving how upset he was at that.

Amy placed a hand on her heart, "That beautiful valley..." She gripped some fabric of her dress, both by her chest and at the white rims of its ends.

"That's awful." Tails looked down, his eyes also twitching as he tightened his jaw, holding back wanting to say more.

"Yeah..." Knuckles looked perturbed as well, folding his arms before looking over at the Girl. "And you say you're a hero from your time?"

"That's right." She tried to be sensitive to the fact that half the crater in the ground just now was her doing... "I apologize." she put her hand to her heart, a bit more firmly than Amy did, as everyone looked up to her at the sudden shift of action. She was holding herself well, taking responsibility, "If I hadn't chased my timeline's Eggman, then none of this disaster would have happened." She looked to Sonic, "I ask you all," then to the others, "Forgive me." and bent her eyes before lowering her head, "I swear I'll make it up to you."

They smiled at her trying to take all the blame.

"It's not your fault alone," Amy interjected, taking a sweet step forward to comfort the kindhearted heroine.

"That's right, how could you have known..." Tails also held his head a bit more higher, and the Girl smiled gently to each of them.

"Thank you, but let me make it up to you. Since I don't know where my time's big baddie went into hiding here in your time, I may as well plant some trees and try and help the scarring." She offered her hand up as a way to symbolize her 'gesture of help'. "Sonic, Knuckles... we'll need someone to till the land and collect some berries."

Sonic smirked, "You got it!" and darted off, not even questioning her sudden leadership.

Surprised by that, Amy also lifted up her hand to volunteer, "I'll help too!"

"Right!" The Girl nodded, eagerly, "Your hammer can pack a wallop, it'll be useful for breaking rocks, creating holes for the seeds to be planted in, and then I'll speed by to bury them up again."

"... How did you..?" Amy looked a bit surprised, but she took off.

"While Knuckles is tilling and digging around, I'll help Sonic collect berries. We should probably figure out an irrigation system first... I'll find a local source of water and use my power to help it reach the crater." She stated, looking over her shoulder as she dashed off before speeding off... so similar... her dust of wind, the blur of color in her wake...

Even her mannerisms... the confidence in her words and abilities...

"O-oh..." Amy narrowed her eyes a bit, "She knows..."

Later on, Amy was hammering away, swinging rocks that were too hard to smash and powder down out of the way to keep the ground soft for planting while Knuckles dug about, shouting out a battle cry of efforts as he did so.

She paused only a moment to lean on her Hammer's stem, wiping the sweat off her face, when Sonic appeared with berries all in his arms.

"Think this will do?" He asked her.

"Yeah, thanks." She smiled gleefully, giggling as he plot them down for her and let them rain from his arms to rolling beside her. "Got quite a haul there, did ya?"

"Yeah. Where's the girl?" He looked about, "She didn't even properly give us a name..."

"Yeah,... like, she's avoiding it... or something." Amy looked around, "Come to think of it... she even knew about my Piko Piko Hammer without ever seeing it before." she looked at her hammer a second, lifting it up as Sonic ducked over the berries.

"Ahhh! Amy, no! The berries! You'll squash them!" he joked about and she puffed up a side of her cheek, successfully being distracted by his antics.

"Oh, you! I wasn't gonna hit them!" she laughed and playfully smacked his back as he closed his eyes and smiled too, pretending to defend the berry patch. "Get up from there, haha!"

"Nooo! The berries, Amy! I worked so hard to find them only for your incredibly hard-hitting and infamous hammer to squish them all into oblivion!" he continued to be dramatic but then his word struck her...

"Oh." Her eyes blinked a second, and she stopped all movement. "Infamous?" She leaned away as he got up, stretching out his 'lightly patted with scolds' back, and looked cheerfully back to her with his arm behind his head, pretty relaxed, but still fully stretching towards the sky.

"Well, yeah! It's obvious to me that in the future, we'll be pretty popular!" he looked out at the crater they were cultivating for vegetation and put relaxed hand down and the other on his hip. "Look, Amy... just look at it." The wind blew gently by them... and the sun illuminated the space as it rose over the curvature of the earth. "Velocity really wants to set things right, we shouldn't question her on this... I'm sure we'll find her old egg-gramp, soon." he put his arms back up over his head... when Amy looked a bit sorry for doubting her.

"Yeah... you're right, she really doesn't mean any harm-... Wait a moment!" Her eyelids bounced up wide, "You-!" she turned to him, as he looked at her with an innocent expression on his face.

"Hmm? Amy? What's wrong?" He asked while Amy pointed to him and moved away.

"You... Yo-yo-yo-you called her Velocity!" She exclaimed, and Sonic jolted in spot, "You-... You know her name!"

"Ah-oh-uh-Gotta run!" he darted off with a few awkward poses of trying to 'negate' her obvious suspicion of him now, too.

"Ah, wait!" she reached out for him... but there was just a pile of loose dirt and dust behind where he must have sped off, too... "Hrmm... Why does that worry me even more?" She bent her ears and head down, not liking the secrecy that swarmed around the girl. But she sighed, "Well, if Sonic can trust her... so can I." she looked up with determination and continued to hammer the ground repeatedly, looking like she was getting it out of her system... the berries lightly bounced and rolled a bit on the ground as she carried on...

Later, Tails reported that he had found the other Eggman, who was trying to snatch the remaining 'Past Chaos Emeralds' from Shadow, but was thwarted and tied up by him and Rouge.

"Awesome!" Amy exclaimed, "She'll be so happy to hear that!" she beamed, as Knuckles pounded his fists together.

"Can't wait to show her the work we've done on the valley! She must be having trouble locating water this far out into the mountains, though." He looked to Amy who nodded to his deductions.

"Sonic told me a little while ago that there are heavy rains coming down from the mountains, and monsoons usually reach this bit of land during the stormy seasons... If he had known she was looking for water, he would have said something sooner." She lifted a hand to explain, as Knuckles looked down and folded his arms tightly again.

"Poor girl..." He stated, "She only wanted to help..."

Amy also looked down... "I'm getting kinda worried..."

"Hey, gang!"

"Ah!" Everyone turned back to see Sonic and Velocity racing back, dragging two sticks behind them. "Sonic!" They seemed to all resonate their voices together in joy at seeing him and the new girl returning... but Amy didn't race to meet them like the others.

She held herself back... seeing Sonic waving and then looking back at Velocity with a charming smile... and her returning it happily...

Her heart hurt suddenly...

She gripped it tighter than before, "What... is this feeling?"

Although happy they found a way to trickle some freshwater towards the valley, Sonic had mentioned they should dig more smaller canals to have the water transport more down the mountain and not drown the new trees that will sprout here.

As they worked, Amy kept looking over her shoulder at the laughter and growing bond between Sonic and...

Velocity.

She gripped her hammer a bit tighter.

The campsite was moderately damp from all the water they were dealing with, making mud and finding it hard to light a fire without dry branches to use, but Velocity used her speed to quickly dry and spark wood together, and everyone seemed to praise her.

"You're pretty useful, Velocity," Amy stated, trying to be polite and kind as the girl looked up with alarm.

"You... You know my name?" She inquired.

"Y-Yes." Amy noticed her slowly coming up from warming herself near the fire. "Sonic... He... He let it slip by." she tilted her head, bending her eyes before smiling and closing them fully. "You two get along great together!"

"You think so?" Velocity wiped her hands off from a job well done and placed them on her hips, stretching herself up to the sky, breathing in the world around her. "Ahhh... the air is always so much clearer after a hard day's work!" she cheered, then winked to Amy, "You weren't half bad yourself there, hammer-girl!"

Amy had an anger mark on the side of her head, but kept her composure, twitching an eyebrow, 'H-Hammer... girl..?'

Velocity snickered a little, "Opps, my apologizes. You're super cute, Amy!" she tried to backtrack but Amy was already twitching a bit.

"It's fine." she held in her annoyance.

"You... planning to go back home, soon?" She asked as the girl twitched a second, scratching the side of her neck.

"Actually..." She blushed a little pathetically, and looked away at the side of her eyes, "Even though my timeline's Eggman is back, I would still like to finish what I've started, and get the crater looking good as new! Tails said he can get some Flickies to fly grass and flower seeds over the wide crater... I think that would be pretty and wonderful to see, don't you?"

Amy was fuming with fire... "Yeah, that's wonderful." she dipped her head down, and getting up, Velocity could definitely tell something was wrong, and that she angered the poor girl.

"U-Uhh... You know, you kinda remind me of my mom..."

Amy stopped a second, "I should go-... Huh?" She was completely shaken out of her previous feelings. She shook her head multiple times and then reached out gently to Velocity, stepping forward a bit tentatively before pulling back, "I-... what was that?"

"My mom." Velocity smiled, distilling the obvious hostilities that must have been created somehow... though she didn't seem phased, and had no desire to question it. "When she got irritated with me, she would always say, 'You're just like your Father! Augh!' but when she was happy with me, she'd always say, 'Ha! Like Father, like Daughter, eh?' and I knew she was proud of me." She turned her body to the side and looked up at the moon.

Her profile...

Amy admired how it looked just like Sonic's...

Her mind flashed to that image of him... and seeing so much of how similar they were, looked away.

"Velocity... I'm sorry." she closed her eyes, as Velocity looked back to her.

"What for?" She wondered.

"I've... I've just been awfully jealous of how you and Sonic get along so well..." She sighed and held her arms together, looking off to the side of the crater, "You can race alongside him... make him laugh... and you both have the spirit of heroes about yourselves... The more I watched you two work together, the more insecure I became... and that was unfair to you." She opened her eyes gently and turned back to Velocity, taking her hands. "But not any longer!"

Velocity lurched back a second, looking awkwardly with her mouth hanging open at the girl's sudden jump towards her and seizing her hands. "W-wha?"

"I won't lose to you, Velocity!" Amy looked pretty stoked, determination coursing through her eyes as Velocity slowly shook her head in utter horror.

"N-No, no, it's not like that-!" she tried to state but Amy continued, letting her hands come up as though the two were praying, putting Velocity's sweating face up near hers as well.

"Two women in a fierce duel of love, each fighting with all her soul and might for her one true love to take notice of her more than the other..!" Amy's eyes gracefully lifted to the stars, shining like gemstones as she declared her intentions with Velocity about to fall on her shaking knees.

"Please, no more..." Her eyes were shaking, "This is not what I meant to-!"

"No woman expects to fall in love, especially with someone as elusive as Sonic The Hedgehog." Amy took a deep, respectful breath in. "But alas, we are what we are. We are made to love, and Sonic just happened to squeeze our hearts without us knowing... it was too late when we did, anyway." She shook her head, "Can't be helped."

"M-Miss Amy, please-!" Velocity's lips trembled, tears on the side of her eyes.

"I won't ask you to back down, Velocity... don't worry." She then looked with a fire blazing in her eyes as though the reflection of the campfire, but even more brighter and powerful than its flames!

"Eeek!" Velocity jolted in spot, "Really, this is so not necessary!" She kept trying to protest but Amy 'marched' on in her 'Woman's suffering' act.

"Two women locked in an endless spiral of longing and envy, each trying their hardest to obtain a heart as free as the wind... But I won't back down either, Velocity! I'm confident in my feelings for Sonic reaching even through the whirling wind!" She leaned forward as Velocity kept trying to get away but Amy's grip was too strong.

"Please, this is a bad dream! A bad dream!" Velocity shook her head, this being too much for her. "Please let me go..!" she fell to her knees at last, her eyes now crying blobs like connected pearl strings down her cheeks, each having a differing shape to them as though morphing with her plight.

"We can't be free of our feelings, Velocity, but although I won't lose Sonic to you, it won't stop me from maintaining a cordial and friendly rivalry with you." Amy let her go but kept a hand still on one of hers.

Velocity was now on her literal KNEES, her other hand on the ground, "It's just a friendship..." she pleaded.

"Exactly... we'll maintain our relations so as to not have anyone suspect us of bad conduct. We'll fight equally and on similar grounds. Hmm-hmm." She nodded at those rules, finding them fair. "But Sonic's mine, you hear me!?" She grinned widely as Velocity seemed to finally take the fatal, ending blow and fell to the ground.

The following day, Amy was constantly trying to intercept Velocity, who kept her distance from Sonic, confusing him.

Plowing and watching the Flickies fly over the Crater, Velocity said her goodbyes and--as a small joke, blew a kiss to Amy before waving things off.

Amy was confused, but Sonic just sniggered.

It wouldn't be until years later... Amy discovered that Velocity...

Was Sonic's own flesh and future blood.

And hers', as well. ^^

[moonpiemoonshine]

Sneaky Suspicion

(A Adonis Creed Fanfic)

“And in this corner, wearing the grey and white The Titan, Tessa Titanium Morrison!” The ref yelled and the crowd cheered at the woman. Her dirty blonde hair swaying while she loosens her body up. “And in this corner wearing the gold and green, the County Cobra! Clairese!” He finished and the other half of the crowd yelled at her.

The two women wearing all the normal boxing gear but their hands being bare. No wrap, no nothing. The two death glare each other, the low lighting of the empty warehouse making it difficult to see each other’s faces. The ref called the two to the center of the ring.

“Okay girls, no hair pulling, biting or private shots. All else is allowed, you’re done when the other is down for ten” he stated bluntly and the girls nodded.

They headed to their respective corners, Tessa keeping eye contact with her competitor. When the makeshift bell rang the girls darted to each other. Clairese had quickly thrown a left hook and it shifted Tessa back a bit. Tessa quickly recovered and landed a left and right hook. This made her stumble back, but Clairese threw herself into Tessa’s gut making her fall against the ropes. Claire took body shot after body shot on Tessa but Tessa finally wrapped her arms around Claire’s head and kneed her jaw to get her off. Clair had fallen to the ground but was right back up, she tried to land a harsh kick but Tessa had grabbed her ankle and pulled her to fall onto her back. Claire stayed on the canvas till the count reached six and then wobbled her way up. Claire snuck behind Tessa in a headlock and held her tight. Tessa could break through it so she dug her nails into Claire’s arm and drug them down her arms and with the harsh grip she had lunged forward and pulled Claire over her shoulder and slammed her to the ground.

Claire stayed down on the ground to the end of the count. The crowd roared at Tessa’s victory and she held up her red battered hands. She lazily hopped of the ring and a man had given her a jacket and slid her a wad of cash. Tessa left the building and walked through the dark streets of Philly. She made it to her apartment complex and walked to the third floor. She quickly went to her bathroom throwing off her jacket and running the water. She ran her hands through the cold water, they shake out of pain and tears prick the girls eyes. She looked in the mirror and was shocked to not see a bruise forming on her face. She was glad to not have suffered a brutal blow to her face this time.

After she wrapped a bags of frozen peas on her knuckles she started to play music from her speakers. She rested on her couch scrolling through her phone. Texts from her dad popped up but she ignored them. She knew it was late but was too tired to care. Her body sore from the fight but glad to not feel the pain in her face like she used to. After a while she hears a loud knock on her door. Rolling her eyes she gets up and off the couch and quickly turns down the music and goes to the door. When the door opened and she sees the man in the doorway she lifts her eye brows in shock to see a handsome man she’s never seen before in her building.

“Oh, uh hey. I’m Donnie. I uh just moved in upstairs and I got to work out early in the morning but I can’t sleep with your loud music playing” he said going from a rude tone into a soft tone.

“Oh okay, I’ll turn it down.” She said bluntly before giving him a quick forced smile then closed her door. She thought he was good looking and thought it was heavily interesting that he had to state the fact he was gonna work out.

The next morning she was sore but still wanted to continue her training. She saw Donnie when she left her apartment and she gave him a small wave when she passed by. She continued her schedule like usual. She’d train in the morning, go to work and cook in the afternoon then went home and trained some more. She worked on building up a tolerance in her knuckles and arms. She blasted her music to make sure her neighbors didn’t ever hear her training. She’d had been training at night like usual but when she heard a knock of her door she quickly paused her music and went to open the door and she saw Adonis there once again.

“Too loud?” She asked in a soft tone.

“Oh no, I uh.. what you doing right now?” He asked in a nervous tone.

“Just working, why?” She replied now curious.

“I just wanted to know if you wanted a break, are you hungry?” He continued and Tessa let out a small giggle at his nervousness.

“Where are you from, this how you guys ask girls out?” She laughs.

“I’m from L.A, but I’m not asking as a date. I just wanna know if you’re hungry” he stated trying to fake confidence.

“I could eat” She shrugged and quickly left the door way and grabbed her things.

They went down to a sub shop that Tessa had enjoyed, Max’s. Everyone who was working complimented Tessa when she walked in and she ordered subs for the two of them. She tried to sway Adonis from not paying for the food but he did anyways. Tessa lead him to a booth and the two sat down.

“So Donnie, since you paid for the food I should know the full name. Just so I know who to write the check to” Tessa joked and a small laugh leaves Adonis.

“Adonis Johnson, you?” He asked and a small sigh leaves Tessa.

“I’m Tess, Tessa Morrison” she answered, hoping to not get a follow up question.

“That name it’s familiar” he says curious.

“My dad is Tommy Morrison, better known as Tommy Gunn” Tess answered in a lightly annoyed manner.

“Woah, who would’ve guessed I would’ve ran into-“ Adonis started but Tessa cut him off.

“The worlds biggest wrestling disappointments daughter. Yes that’s me” she sighed and Adonis felt guilty for words he weren’t even thinking about.

“No,no it’s just I didn’t think I’d meet a semi famous boxers daughter. I came here to fight” He stated and this intrigued Tess.

“Oh, so that’s why you just had to make it known you were working out when we first met” Tess replied with a sly smirk and a smile crept on Adonis’s face.

“Yea, but I wanna ask. You run in the morning, you’re gone for a while. Why do you do that?” He asked in a upbeat mood.

“Can’t a woman just wanna stay in shape” she joked then continued, “No, I used to run all the time with my dad it’s just a habit I keep up”

“Oh really, then why’d you have frozen peas strapped to your knuckles that night?” He asked quirking a brow now cornering the woman. She sighed and knew there was no way to hide it.

“Okay, I do some fighting on the side. I don’t do it since I need to look decent for my job” she said feeling lighter telling the truth.

“Where do you work?” He replied and Tess smiled sheepishly.

“You are just full of questions aren’t you? I work at the Black Board, restaurant during the day and big party bar at night. I work the later lunch rush and happy hour” she answered.

“You got a man?” He asked bluntly and a light laugh left Tess.

“No, you got a girl?” She shot back and now Adonis laughed and shook his head no. “What got you into fighting?” Tessa continued.

“Well it’s funny my pops used to fight” he said in a lower tone.

“Huh, he fight pro?” She asked now fully interested.

“Something like that” Adonis answers looking away, now uncomfortable.

“He train you?” Tessa continued with slight excitement.

“My pop died before I was born” Adonis stated and now Tessa felt guilty for asking.

“Sorry to hear that” she said in a low guilty tone.

“So where’s your next fight at” Adonis shifted the tone back into its groove, but now it was Tessa’s turn to be uncomfortable, she should tell the truth but didn’t want him to judge her.

“I’m not a pro fighter of any sorts, I uh do a lot of off the book type stuff. I have one next Friday at the old can corn factory.” she answered not super enthused, hoping he wouldn’t care too much.

“Can I roll with you, I wanna show up” He asked with genuine interest. This made a small smile creep on her face letting her emotions take over her thought process.

“I’ll think about it” she said with a smile.

The two had left the restaurant and went back to their respective apartments. Tessa was so giddy when she got back to her room, she really did enjoy her time with Adonis and wanted to see more of him. Her good mood was dampened when she had finally looked at her text messages from her dad. He was asking for his cut of the money from her fights, she was so frustrated she called the man.

“You get your money if you show up to the fight. That was the deal, you got me into this mess and so you gotta deal with the recoil” she spat when he finally answered.

“You think I have time to see you fight when I know you can win” her father said in a cocky arrogant manner.

“No show, no money” she stated bluntly then hung up the phone.

The next couple days she’d train, and see Donnie on her downtime. He’d come and see her for a quick check in at her bar. Adonis would know when she came back from work and he’d go down to her apartment and hang out. She’d cook for him and one night before he had started to eat the two shared a kiss, letting their chemistry settle and spring. The new couple talked mostly about Adonis and his plans in fighting, Tess kept mostly quiet when it came to her fighting career.

On Tess’s day off she was hanging out in her windowsill looking out into the street and she noticed Adonis packing his things into a van, she was confused on what he was doing. He was with a older guy but Tess had a hard time figuring out who it was.

“You moving?” Tess asked leaning out the window. Adonis looked up and smiled at the girl.

“Oh yea, I didn’t get a chance to tell you, but I’m gonna be living with my uncle for a while, training for the next fight” he explained and the man he was with finally looked up towards her. She instantly knew who that was and she wanted to shrivel up and die.

“That’s your uncle?” She asked not believing him.

“Yea a long time. He’s gonna be training with me, and when we ain’t training you’re welcome to come on over” Rocky said to the woman. Tess allowed a small smile to go over her face but did it to hide the fear and shock from seeing Rocky.

“Okay, thank you” she said in a kind tone and rocky closed the van doors and went to the other side of the van. Tessa looked down at Adonis and shook her head and gave him a judgmental look.

“Why you giving me that look?” Adonis asked with a slight laugh.

“When where you gonna tell me your uncle is Rocky Balboa? You know he might not be the biggest fan of me” Tessa answered astonished by this fact.

“Imma call you” is all Adonis could say.

“Okay, I’m not gonna hold my breath” Tess replied rolling her eyes and waved him goodbye. Adonis hopped into the van and they started to head to Rocky’s house.

“That girl seems nice who is she?” Rocky asked and Adonis looked at him with a surprised expression.

“Wait you don’t know her?” Adonis follows up and now Rocky is confused.

“No, why would I”

“Rock, that’s Tessa Morrison. You know Tommy Morrisons daughter” Adonis explained and Rocky went wide eyed.

“Woah, I woulda thought he went back to Oklahoma. Didn’t expect him to stay around here, and let alone have a kid” Rocky stated and a small breathy laugh leaves him.

“Rock, she thinks you hate her” Adonis stated bluntly and now the older man was set back.

“I’ve never met the girl, I got no reason to hate her. Her father I do, but she’s a completely different person” he replied and this made Adonis feel better.

“Agreed, she’s pretty great” he said with a small sigh and this caused Rocky to chuckle.

“Women weaken legs” Rocky stated quickly and Adonis composed himself.

“My legs work just fine” Donnie said in a slightly offended tone.

Friday night had rolled around and Tessa prayed that Adonis was busy with training or that he had forgotten. Tessa stood in her corner of the ring looking at the bigger woman across from her. To distract herself for a moment she looked through the crowd and saw sadly her father. He seemed heavily unimpressed so Tess looked back at her opponent. The bell rang and Tess started.

The fight was aggressive, this woman was leg heavy and used them well. Tess had lasted about ten minutes before she was knocked to her knees and held down and was taking heavy body shots. Tess was weak and had finally wanted to give up, but she wiggled her way up and fought through this woman for about five more minutes, the woman had tired herself out and after two left hooks she finally went down and stayed down. Tess’s body was too weak for her to stand for very much longer. She slid off the mat but clung to the side to stay up. She was given the money and seconds after her father was at her side.

“Got me going there for a second, almost thought I waisted my time” Tommy snickered and Tess rolled her eyes. She gave him a portion of the money but her body stung in pain.

“Can you help me get to my apartment, I don’t think I can walk there on my own. Please” she softened her eyes and pleaded with her father.

“Can’t, busy with work. You’ll survive” He replied coldly and walked off.

Tears flowed from Tessa’s eyes and the crowd started to leave. She knew she could barley walk but she didn’t wanna stay in the gross empty building. Her eyes started to blur from the pain circulating through her body but she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders and she looked up from the floor and say Adonis in front of her.

“Tess! Tess! Oh my god the hell is wrong with you. I though you boxed, not actually street fought” Adonis said panic ringing through his voice.

“I’m sorry” is all Tess could croak out.

“You can’t walk can you! Here lemme help” he said panicking and worried.

He picked up the girl and carried her to the van he had driven there. He drove to Rocky’s place and bursts through the front door yelling for Rocky’s help. He laid her down on the couch and Rocky came running in, the two men both now panicking and on high alert.

“The heck happened to her!” Rocky asked seeing the beaten girl.

“She told me she did fighting on the side, but it’s not any type of fight I’ve seen before. This is some underground dog fighting” Adonis said worry dripping from his tone, “I can’t take her to the doctors, they’ll ask her or me what happened and if they find out she’ll be locked up” Adonis continued looking at Rocky.

“Fine, I’ll help you, but the moment she is well she needs to explain herself. I’m not gonna have that around me or you” Rocky stated sternly and Adonis quickly nodded in agreement.

Rocky and Adonis did their best to ice and wrap up the girl. She was knocked out cold for about twelve to fourteen hours, the two men stayed around to be there for her when she woke up. When she did it was hard for her. Her eyelids heavy and her body sore. She sat up on the couch and saw Adonis, he was quick to rush to the woman’s side.

“Tess! You okay?” He started with worry and caressed her face. She lightly nodded to answer and so Adonis continued “the heck’s the matter with you! The hell you doin dogfighting” Tessa sighed and looked at the stand next to the coach, she saw her phone and reached and grabbed it, lightly hissing in pain.

“My dad is a cruel man. He hated the skill I showed in boxing in such a young age, but no one wanted to train me because of him. So he took up the job but I didn’t like his fighting style, didn’t work out for me. So I tried to get outside help, even tried to change my name but he made sure no one would help me. He made it to where I couldn’t even land small boxing matches with bums. So when money ran tight, I would dog fight. It made good amount of money and we lived. He relies on me and my fights” Tess explained and showed the men the texts her father sends. Asking about the money and setting up of matches. Rocky was pissed, the thought of Tommy making his blood boil.

“That coward. Never being able to do the work. Always wanting the easy way out” Rocky grumbled and then sat closer to Tessa and put his hand lightly on her forearm. “I don’t what you to be fighting like that no more. You fight, you fight the real deal. Your father got any problem with that he comes to me” Rocky stated and tears and a smile appeared on her face.

“Okay, thank you Rocky” she said and Adonis held her hand in comfort.

(Stay tuned for part 2 😌)

[themarginalthinker]

The door at the back of the garage banged as it closed. It echoed across the large, mostly-empty back lot, dotted here and there with cars ranging from the newer to junkers and all in between.

The figure in the doorway stood for a moment. The very edge of the sky was streaked with deep purples of a sunset just past. Golden-edged, but fast fading as stars overhead twinkled to life. The tall light poles edging the lot had flickered on, casting beams down directly under them. The figure managed to stand just out of the way of them, though they reflected brilliantly off the black shell of the motorcycle helmet firmly covering every inch of their head.

They stand, for a moment in the doorway of the darkened, closed garage. Looking up, to the plum and gilded sky of another day passed on. Little brown bats wheel overhead, catching insects in the warm summer air.

With a little huff, they stop looking, and adjust the bag slung over their shoulder, making sure its secure. Gravel crunches under their heavy, well-worn boots as they make their way to a much-secluded corner of the lot, where under a tarp, a motor bike of a past decade or several, waits.

It's loud in the ease of the evening as it rips onto the road. The trip might not be a long one, but it could be enjoyed nonetheless.

"Is there a reason we're doing this so early? Some of us would prefer not to have to rush about like a chicken without a head first thing in the night."

The question comes from a short, sturdy woman wearing a light blouse and clean but patched overalls. Her hair is light blonde and very curly, kept back with a simple tie, though already whisps are escaping its hold to hang about her round face in irritating fly-aways. She's sitting at one end of a small, fold-out table, tennis-shoed foot tapping on the shiny floor of the wide, low-ceiling gymnasium. Her two tablemates weren't in much better shape.

To her left was another woman who looked like she just crawled out of the woods not far away from the school's fence line. Long nails held enough dirt to fill a garden, hair choppy and left hanging down just past thin, hunched shoulders barely covered by a single layer of thin tee-shirt. Her washed jeans ended in edges white with age and frayed threads, and the color of the flipflops covering her feet (dirtier than her hands with even longer, sharper nails) could no longer be discerned. She too was glancing every other second towards the double doors of the room, fidgeting with a little silver ring on the table top.

At the 'head' of the gathered sat a man just past his prime and showing it in the creases of his once-dark and sun warmed face. He's dressed in a plain, white button-up, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark pants clean and belted. His dark hair was neatly combed, and his deep brown eyes gazed calmly over the collection of others, hands clasped together over a small stack of papers politely.

"Because the district only allows the use of school property outside of school functions until eight, and I know for a fact most of us don't manage to get up before six in the summer, Denise" he answers prefunctly.

The overalled woman flexes her jaw and looks about ready to argue the legitimacy of the supposed necessity of the time more, when the sound of a motor rings near. The three look up, and a few moments after the sound cuts off, very near the doors at the back of the gym, they open and in comes the helmeted person.

The neatly-dressed man smiles, bright and friendly, sitting taller in the chair.

"Sammy! We were beginning to worry."

"That Martin wouldn't start without you here, and wouldn't let us go 'till he'd gotten ahold of you..." mumbles the twitchy woman.

The man shoots a her a look, that isn't received, and the motorist simply sets down the shoulder bag on the table. Gloves are slipped from hands, revealing planes of scored-and-healed flesh, knuckles looking like they were set to rip through the thin, scarred skin that seemed more tears than flesh. Fingertips and palms like poorly tanned leather, and just as hard, pull out a laptop and a smart phone, which they promptly tap on and open a recording app.

They shrug at Martin, the head man, and sit, opening the laptop.

"If there is no method to the madness, it's just madness, and God knows we don't need that in this town, Frankie," Martin says to the fidgeting woman, smile a little tight now. "In fact, I like all of us here so we know how to keep that from happening the best we can."

"Maybe a little madness would liven the place up," Denise comments offhandedly.

For a moment, Martin's eyes flashed under the florescent lights of the gym. Warm, dark brown turned inky, and cold. For a moment, none moved.

The expression is gone before it could be commented on.

"Anyway," Martin says, gathering his papers together and tapping them into order as if they hadn't been arranged perfectly before. "I'm now calling this month's Elysium to order. All members of the court will rise and state their presence to the residing Prince."

Already, the long, blemished fingers are tapping away at the keys of the computer, dutifully making record.

"I thought we voted last year we weren't gonna do this anymore this year," Frankie hummed. "Not like it's needed."

"It's tradition - and I am Prince, I could order it to happen," Martin shoots back, and then sighs. "C'mon people, it is what it is. We got some stuff I'd really like to cover tonight, so let's meet in the middle, huh?"

Denise growls, an almost pretty sound, high and trilling, as she stands.

"Clan Toreador asks recognition," she says, irritated.

Martin nods to her. "You are recognized."

She sits down with a huff, arms crossed. He turns to the other woman, who stands.

"Clan Gangrel asks recognition," she says, fingers drumming on the tabletop, nails making a tight staccato beat.

Martin tilts his head for her too. "You are recognized."

Frankie sits, and the three look to their third, silent member, keeping words for them all.

The helmet looks down, to the fresh page of writing, and then up, to Martin. They stand, long, long body hunching inwards and moving seemingly so as not to make the layers of clothing move too much against the ruined skin under it.

"Clan Nosferatu...asks...recognition."

The voice seeps from under the helmet like chipping old paint from the side of a house; brittle and cracking, taking more breaths than most would need for a four word sentence.

All three others are reflected in the visor of the helmet, and their leader sees himself nod.

"You are recognized."

Sammy sits.

"Alright people, so, first to business, I just wanna get this out of the way, we all know the Fourth of July is coming up in a couple of weeks, so Frankie, I need to know where you're people are nominally gonna be when the fire department does its fireworks show so we don't have any frenzies like we did last year-"

"And I said last year, that fledgeling wasn't one of mine or anyone in the area, they wandered in from-"

So the words continue, so the night draws on.

[squidincsstuff]

We gotta make a decision

Leave tonight or live and die this way

I always hoped for better

Maybe together you and me find

Baby, I know things'll get better

You'll find work and I'll get promoted

We'll move out of the shelter

Buy a big house and live in the suburbs

Listen, I always say that I been through worse

But there's been times in my life where that pain was a first

Yelling at the sky like "God am I cursed?"

Like "Why am I alive why am I not under dirt?"

All days amazed as I try to find a purpose

As I constantly investigate but only scratch the surface

I'm done taken now it's time to be a servant

Striving to be perfect it has always left me nervous

I know my worth, I know what I deserve

My grips gotta be firm when that tragedy does occur

And look I finally gotta taste of that thing I always wanted

And I'm the living definition of turnin nothin into somethin

That agony I know it all to well

I only thought about myself but in times I failed

I've been cut, crushed, and abandoned

Can't you tell?

I've been beat, broken, and battered I've been dragged through hell

We gotta make a decision

Leave tonight or live and die this way

I always hoped for better

Maybe together you and me find

Baby, I know things'll get better

You'll find work and I'll get promoted

We'll move out of the shelter

Buy a big house and live in the suburbs

It's hard to have hope in the midst of a struggle

It's like I'm seeing all the pieces but they never fit the puzzle

I had to stay strong, had to fight, had to suckle

This whole last year I held on white knuckled

And I gotta be the change that I wanna see in others

I'm embracing every storm and look I never need a cover

My life's a mess with this organized clutter

She's gotta be special if I'm saying that I love her

If I said it then I meant it never lying

I said I find happiness or I would die trying

I never pay attention to all the grief that I felt

I don't need your approval to be alright with myself

No concern and just learnin from all my blunders

I don't need that validation like I did when I was younger

Thinking I can make it through this determined that I can do it

Provin I'm heroic through expression in my music

We gotta make a decision

Leave tonight or live and die this way

I always hoped for better

Maybe together you and me find

Baby I know things'll get better

You'll find work and I'll get promoted

We'll move out of the shelter

Buy a big house and live in the suburbs

I had a feeling that I belonged

I had a feeling I could be someone

Be someone

Be someone

I remember when I didn't have a dollar to my name

Without a place to go drippin wet standin in the rain

I know things'll get better

They always do

But you gotta have faith that's a fact this is true

And this feeling that I got I admit it's been a while

It's important that I go to any length to make her smile

I always hoped for better

You gotta dream gotta chase it till you catch it

And nothin is what it seems

Thinking about my past all the dudes that I paid

No matter how lonely I get all I do is pay

I know things'll get better

I always pray I'm just fortunate to be alive and see another day

I can't call it quits cuz it's gettin rough

I'll do anything it takes before I'm givin up

I always hoped for better

So once again you gotta have hope, hold on pain ends

We gotta make a decision

Leave tonight or live and die this way

I always hoped for better

Maybe together you and me find

I know things'll get better

You'll find work and I'll get promoted

We'll move out of the shelter

Buy a big house and live in the suburbs- collichiee HOPE ( hold on pain ends )

[themetaphorgirl]

downpour and devotion

this was written for Brenna!!! @aswallowssong loves Hotch things, so I wrote a Hotch thing. also with a lot of Wonder Twins chaos.

the working title for this was just sad baby Hotch. also I’m sure something in here needed to be italicized and I missed it.

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The rain was relentless. It started the night before as the sun went down, it rained steadily till morning, and by the time they needed to walk across to campus for breakfast they had to wade through puddles while they were pelted by the storm. And it only got worse as the day went on, the sky staying gray and gloomy while the wind blew icy cold rain in heavy sheets. 

Hotch was over it. His shoes were soaked through within minutes of walking outside, his jacket never didn’t have enough time to dry during classes before he had to walk across campus for the next one,  and he’d given JJ his umbrella when hers broke on the way out of chapel. 

By the time classes were over he was freezing and his blazer and shirt were both wet. All he wanted was to go back to his room and change. But first he had to get all the way back to Lincoln House, and he had to drag the younger kids back with him. 

JJ and Penelope hovered under the edge of the roof, staring anxiously across the half-flooded lawn as water sluiced over their heads to the ground. “We should probably just make a run for it,” JJ said glumly. 

“Oh, no, I don’t want to run through this,” Penelope said. “With my luck, I’ll trip and knock myself unconscious.”

Hotch zipped up his backpack. It wasn’t going to do much good, the contents were soaked. “Please don’t run, just walk safely,” he said. 

“Can’t I just stay here in the library with Alex?” Spencer asked. He kept fidgeting, pressing himself against Hotch’s side to stay hidden from the rain. “Maybe when she leaves the rain will be done. I can just come back with her.”

“It’s senior study in the library,” Hotch explained patiently for the third time that afternoon. “You can’t go.”

Spencer’s lower lip wobbled. “I don’t want to go back in the rain,” he said. 

“Yeah, I know,” Hotch said. He couldn’t blame Spencer for being in such a bad mood; he was wearing his raincoat but any part of him not covered was drenched. “But we might as well go now and get it over with.”

JJ opened up the umbrella she’d borrowed from him. “Come on, Pen,” she said. 

“If we must,” Penelope groaned, pulling her hood over her head. 

The two of them took off into the rain, splashing though the half drowned grass. Hotch took Spencer’s backpack and slung it over his shoulder. “Come on, Bug, let’s go,” he said. “It’ll suck, but we have to.”

He took Spencer’s hand and tugged him out from under the overhang. Rain immediately pelted him, sharp and cold and stinging. He could barely see, but he dragged Spencer along behind him. The wind kept blowing the hood of Spencer’s raincoat back and dripping water down the back of his neck. 

Lightning flashed, and Hotch braced himself for the crack of thunder. It was still louder than he expected and he jumped. Spencer shrieked, gripping his hand so hard his knuckles turned white. 

“I know, I know, I know,” Hotch said, picking up his pace. “We’re almost there. Please don’t give me facts about deaths due to lightning strikes.”

If it wasn’t raining so hard he would have picked him up and carried him, but he was afraid of dropping him. He pulled Spencer along behind him the rest of the way to Lincoln House, fumbling for his keys in his pants pocket. 

His key fob beeped but the door wouldn’t open, even when he tried the trick with the doorknob. Spencer grabbed onto the hem of his blazer, trying to hide from the rain. On the third attempt the door finally popped open and they stumbled inside. 

“Sorry, the door’s broken,” Walker said. “I told Gideon but I don’t think he’s called maintenance yet.”

Hotch tried to catch his breath, pushing his dripping hair out of his face. “Have you called in the heat? It’s freezing in here,” he said. 

Walker shrugged. “That’s just Lincoln House for you, it’s always drafty in this damn lobby,” he said. “Speaking of which, can you please take lobby duty? I forgot about senior study and I’ve really got to go. I’ll make it up to you, I swear, I’ll do all your lobby duty hours for the rest of the month.”

There was a puddle forming around his shoes and Spencer’s as water ran off their clothes. Hotch bit back a sigh. “Give me like fifteen minutes and I’ll be right back,” he said.

“Oh, yeah, your little brother looks like a drowned rat,” Walker said. “Yeah, just come back as soon as you can.”

Hotch took Spencer’s hand again. His little fingers were ice cold and clammy. “Let’s get you warmed up, okay?” he said. 

It was a slow trudge up to the seventh floor. He texted Penelope as they walked- if he was going to get called down to lobby duty, someone would have to keep an eye on Spencer for him. 

He nudged his door open with his hip and tossed their wet backpacks on the floor. “All right, kiddo, we made it,” he said. 

Spencer shivered; his wet hair was plastered to his temples and water ran down his cheeks. “I’m cold,” he said. 

Hotch knelt down to unzip his raincoat and slide it off his arms. “Go change your clothes,” he said. “You need to warm up.”

“But I-“

“Go,” he said firmly. Spencer was fully drenched under his raincoat, his uniform sticking to his thin body. “I’ll text Penelope and ask her to make you some hot chocolate.”

Spencer stuck out his lower lip in a pout, but obeyed reluctantly. Hotch peeled off his soaked jacket and hung it up with Spencer’s to dry out. He paused for a second, trying to assess if he’d missed something, but there wasn’t time. He only stayed long enough to text JJ and Penelope to check on Spencer for him as he jogged down the stairs. 

Walker hovered anxiously at the desk, his coat already on and his backpack on his shoulders. “Thank you so much, dude, I owe you,” he said as he pulled his hood over his head. “I’ll run back here the second it’s over.”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it,” Hotch said. 

Walker wrestled the door open, blasting freezing air and icy rain into the already drafty lobby. “Hopefully maintenance will fix the door soon,” he called before he ran outside into the storm. 

Hotch settled down at the desk, but he realized pretty quickly what he’d forgotten. If there hadn’t been time to change clothes, he should have at least grabbed a dry jacket. Every time a Lincoln House student tried to wrestle with the door he had to get up, yank it open, and stand there in the wet cold until they made it inside.

He also regretted not grabbing a phone charger. By the time it dawned on him to text the girls and ask one of them to run a jacket down to the lobby, his battery was completely drained. He checked the desk drawers for a spare charger, but no luck. 

But it would be fine. He just had to tough it out for an hour or two. 

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Alex clung to James’s hand as they walked down the path towards Lincoln House. The sun has long since set and the rain made the cobblestone paths slick under her shoes. She pulled her hood farther over her head. “When is it supposed to stop storming?” she asked. 

“Not till the end of the week at least,” James said. “Although if it gets much colder we might get snow.”

Alex huffed in annoyance, lifting her damp hair off her forehead. “I hope not,” she said. “But god, I’m freezing. Think we can convince Penelope to make hot chocolate?”

“She’s probably already made some,” James said. 

Alex pulled her key fob out of her coat pocket and held it up to the digital lock, but even though it flashed green, it didn’t open. She tried it again and James pulled hard on the handle, but the door refused to budge. 

Just before she tried again, the door wrenched open. “Hi,” Hotch said. “Sorry, the door’s broken.”

They stepped inside and Alex pushed her hood back. “Thank god,” she sighed. “Yikes, I think it’s colder in here than it is outside.”

“Heat’s b-broken too,” Hotch said. 

Alex turned around to get a good look at him. “Oh my god,” she said. “Are you okay?”

Hotch’s face was so pale he looked gray; his hair and clothes were soaked and his teeth were chattering. “Can you ch-check on the kids?” he asked. His voice sounded thick and hoarse, and his eyes were glassy. “My phone died and they’ve been up there alone for t-two hours.”

Janes took him by the arm. “You need to lie down,” he said. 

“I can’t leave,” Hotch said, trying to pull his arm away. “I’m watching the desk.”

James looked over at Alex. “I’ll watch the desk while James gets you upstairs,” she said. “And then I’ll come take care of you.”

“I have to check on Spencer and the girls,” he insisted, wavering visibly. 

“Okay, we’ll check on the kids first,” James said, adjusting his grip on Hotch. “Come on,  champ.”

Alex crossed her arms and sat down at the front desk. Hotch clearly wasn’t okay, and she was already worried about what it would take to fix him. 

Every time she opened the door to let someone in she ended up pelted with cold rain. Her raincoat kept out of the worst of it, but half the time the wind would blow her hood back and spray her hair. No wonder Hotch wasn’t doing well. 

James jogged back into the lobby. “I got enough out of him to find out that he was waiting for Walker to get back,” he said. “I’ll take over for the time being, you go take care of him.”

“Is be okay?” she pressed. 

“He’s kind of out of it and I think he has a fever,” James said. “I let him check on the kids and then sent him to get changed.”

“Are the-“

“They’re fine,” James said. “Spencer still isn’t too happy about the noise from the storm, but the girls have him snuggled in their room with hot chocolate and a movie.” He kissed her forehead. “Go take care of your brother, he needs you. I’ll stay here until someone else comes in, and then I’ll take care of the babies.”

Alex unfastened her coat as she walked up to the seventh floor and draped it over her arm. She hesitated on the third floor, but she knew if she stopped to check on Spencer that he would cry when she left. 

Hotch’s door was ajar when she finally made it upstairs, but he was eerily quiet. “Hotch?” she called softly, her hand on the  doorknob, but when he didn’t answer she let herself in. 

He was sitting on the floor leaning against his dresser, his blazer hanging on his shoulders and one shoe on. “Hey,” he said, his voice thick. “I’m supposed to be watching the desk.”

“I know, James is watching until Walker gets there,” she said. She knelt beside him and pressed her hand to his forehead. “You’re burning up.”

He rubbed his eyes. “I’m okay,” he said. 

Alex untied his other shoe. “You need to take a shower and warm up,” she said. “Do you need help?”

He didn’t answer, but he pulled and tugged at his blazer until it fell off his shoulders. His white button up shirt was nearly translucent with water. He started to fumble with the buttons, but his fingers were visibly shaking and she silently started to do it for him. “Your hands are like ice,” she said. 

He scowled. “I told you, I’m okay,” he said. He dragged his hand over his face. “I’ll take a shower, and then…and then I’m going to check on Spencer.”

“Sure,” she said warily. “Do you need my help?”

Hotch grabbed onto the dresser and pulled himself shakily to his feet. “No,” he said. “I don’t need help. I’ve got it.”

He stumbled towards the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Alex stayed where she was until the water started to run, and then she got up and picked up his wet blazer. 

“I got rained on too, so I’m stealing some if your clothes,” she called as she draped it over his desk chair. He didn’t answer, so she pulled one of his shirts and a pair of his joggers out of his drawers. The pants were far too long, but it was a relief to get out of her wet uniform. 

“How are you doing in there?” she called as she gathered her long damp hair into a messy bun. “I can come help if you need me.”

Still no answer. She rummaged through his drawers again in search of pajamas for him. “Hotch?” she called. She knocked lightly on the bathroom door. “I got your clothes. I’m coming in. Don’t do anything embarrassing.”

She nudged the door open. The air was was thick with warm steam and scented with the spicy clean scent of soap. “How are you doing?” she asked. She set his clothes down by the sink. “Hotch? Are you okay?” He still wasn’t answering her and she was starting to worry. She took a deep breath and slowly started to pull the shower curtain back. 

A soapy hand yanked it away. “Jesus Christ, Alexandra!” Hotch yelped. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I kept asking you questions and you wouldn’t answer me, I thought you passed out!” she protested. 

“I’m fine, I just didn’t hear you,” he said. “I’ll be out in a second, okay? Just don’t do that again.”

“Well, answer me when I ask you questions,” she said. “And your clothes are on the counter.”

“Thanks.”

She closed the door behind her and busied herself with getting his bed ready. Luckily there were plenty of extra pillows and blankets in his closet- usually kept on hand for Spencer, but clearly Hotch needed them more. 

Hotch wandered out of the bathroom, his wet hair hanging over his eyes. “You’re in my clothes,” he said. 

“Mine were wet,” she said. “And your shirt is on backwards.”

He looked down at the tag sticking up in the front of his shirt, swore softly, and wrestled his arms out of the sleeves. “You don’t have to babysit me,” he said, his voice slightly muffled from under the shirt. “I’m fine.” He pulled it down and pushed his hair out of his eyes. “Do you know where my hoodie is? It’s fucking freezing in here.”

Alex picked it up from his desk and handed it to him. It wasn’t freezing in the room. If anything it was warm enough to feel humid, especially with the steam from the shower. “Thanks,” he said. He fumbled with the zipper for a few attempts, his hands visibly shaking, before giving it up and leaving it open. “I’m going to check on Spencer.”

Alex cleared her throat. “I don’t think so,” she said. “That’s not a very good idea.”

Thunder cracked outside and Hotch shot her a pointed look. “You know he’s freaking out right now,” he said. 

“Fine,” Alex sighed. “Put your shoes on and I’ll go with you.”

“I’m a big boy, I can go by myself.”

“I want to see Spencer too,” she said, deciding to not add and make sure you don’t die.

Hotch bent over to pick up his sneakers. “Well, I have everything under control,” he said. “I’ll go check on him and then-“

His knees buckled. Alex grabbed his arm. “What’s wrong?” she demanded. “Aaron?”

He sank down to the floor, his lips chalk white. “Dizzy,” he mumbled. 

Alex knelt down next to him and pulled to him to lean against her shoulder. “It’s okay, I’ve got you,” she said. “I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

He leaned heavily against her and stared at the ground. “Just gimme a second,” he mumbled, his words slurred. 

Alex rubbed his back, her heart pounding. “Don’t scare me like that,” she said softly. She kept rubbing his back until he breathed out a long, shuddering sigh. “I know you want to have everything under control. But you need to lie down.”

She expected him to push back, to keep faking the bravado. “Okay,” he said, still not meeting her eyes. 

She stood up carefully and hauled him up to his feet, her arm around his waist. “You got it?” she asked. 

Aaron stumbled across the room and half collapsed onto his bed, his long gangly legs dangling over the side. “I’m just going to lie down for a while,” he said. 

Alex quietly pulled at the covers until he shifted around enough to tuck him in, then dug around in his nightstand drawer. “First you spy on me in the shower, now you’re going through my shit. I’m telling James,” he said. 

She rolled her eyes. “Sit still,” she said, and she stuck the thermometer they kept for Spencer in his ear. 

“Ow!” he whined. 

“Don’t whine at me,” she said, holding onto his shoulder to keep him from squirming. “Jesus, you’re a bigger baby than the actual baby.” She checked the readout and held it out in front of him. “I was right.”

Aaron squinted at it, then looked up at her. “What’s it say? I took my contacts out.”

“It says 101.5,” she said. She touched the back of her hand to his forehead. “You’re burning up.” He scowled. “You have the immune system of a damp paper towel, and you fucked yourself up. Now will you please stay in bed and get some rest?”

“Who’s going to-“

“James is staying at the desk until Walker gets back, and then he’s going to stay with Spencer and the girls for a while,” she said. “Everything’s under control, even if it’s not under your control.”

Aaron exhaled slowly. “Fine,” he said. “I’ll let you baby me, I guess. Just for a little while.”

It wasn’t a full concession, but she had to take it. She grabbed him ibuprofen and a Gatorade and handed it to him without a word, then ran a washcloth under cold water and wrung it out. 

“Did you take it?” she asked. 

He nodded. The fever flush was starting to rise on his cheeks and the dark circles under his eyes seemed darker. “I do feel kind of shitty,” he confessed. 

Alex sat down on the bed and draped the washcloth over his forehead. “You look kind of shitty,” she said fondly. “Get some rest, okay? Sleep will help. Hopefully your fever will break by morning.”

He rubbed his eyes. “Can you-“ he started to say. “Never mind.”

“Scoot over,” she said, and he made room for her so she could lie down beside him. “I’ll keep you company for a while, okay?”

He said nothing, but he leaned into her a little. Alex took his hand, lacing his ice cold fingers between hers, and gradually his breathing began to slow down and deepen until she was sure he was asleep. 

[kaepop-trash]

I just read volleyball player johnny and sports caster yn and omg I died.

Man if there was one drabble that I could ask you to continue (truthfully there is no one drabble, I want all of them) but this one in particular !!!@

Anyways congrats on your milestone! Always wishing you the best 😊

Well, idk what came over me when I wrote this.

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Summary: After having the world find out about your little crush on the volleyball captain, you think the right course of action is to avoid him till the day you die. But it wasn't that easy when Johnny seemed to always have one lingering eye on you at all times. This is part 2 of this drabble.

WC: 1.8k

Warnings: suggestive content

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"Why are you avoiding him?" Haechan asked (Y/N) when she ducked right as Johnny entered the cafeteria.

"Because you," She lifted her head from under the table just enough to glare at him, "Went and announced to the entire stadium plus all the people watching on live television that I want a chokehold from him. What am I supposed to do?" She whisper shouted, knuckles white from holding onto the table for balance.

"Let him give you a chokehold." Haechan shrugged, grunting when she threw her juice box at him. "Why are you assaulting me? If anything I helped you." He rubbed his arm, pulling the juice box away when she tried to grab it again.

"Help? People watched this happen on television." She reminded him, groaning when the pain of crouching got too much.

"Who even watches volleyball, really?" Haechan mumbled, focusing on his tray.

"I was trending on Twitter!" She snarled, "They made a hashtag!" She lamented, putting her hands into her face.

Haechan giggled, "Yeah that clip of Johnny turning to the box in shock before being hit by the ball is pretty funny. If it helps, nobody knows what you look like." He offered.

"No, that doesn't help." She looked up at him, feeling increasingly incredulous. "I still have to go out there tomorrow and do my job. This is a nightmare and it's all your fault." She groaned, dropping her head into her hands again.

Haechan flicked his wrist in dismissal, "He keeps looking at you all the time now. Ever since the tour started, you've gone from eyeing him occasionally to outright pining over him. Just go say hi, he's clearly waiting for it." Haechan pointed behind him without looking, where Johnny sat with his team eating lunch. When she looked up, he was, in fact, watching her. His lips twitched with a smirk when their eyes met, giving her a wave that made the other boys at the table turn to look at her.

When they all cheered, her face warmed and she looked back down to her food quickly.

"I think I'm done eating." She groaned, getting up to leave.

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Her face was so warm from embarrassment that she thought she might break out into a sweat as she made her way out of the commentator's box. The moment she was on the floor, enough people in the crowd pointed at her that it got more people's attention.

When she felt Haechan's presence by her side, she grabbed his arm and squeezed.

"God, you're famous." He whispered, half in apology and half in awe.

"My parents are going to kill me." She groaned just as someone called her the 'chokehold' girl again.

While looking around the stadium, her eyes met Johnny's. He gave her an extremely apologetic look, looking around at the crowd with a sigh. She gave him a smile, it's not like it was his fault.

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On the bus back to the hotel, Johnny came up to where she sat with Haechan.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" He asked the guy. Haechan, who was usually quick to say something, just gulped and nodded. (Y/N) raised a questioning brow at him but he just scurried away.

Johnny stood in front of her for another moment before sitting down with a sigh. Both of them stayed silent for a little longer, fidgeting before she turned away from the window to look at him.

"I'm sorry about–" They began to say at the same time, stopping.

"It wasn't your fault." She grimaced.

"It's not yours either." He responded.

"If we're being honest, it's Haechan's fault." She scoffed. Both of them turned to where he sat, finding him sitting up on his knees with his chin on the backrest to keep an eye on the both of them. When he realised he got caught, he sat back down with a yelp.

"All those people at the match today were out of line. I totally get why you were avoiding me now." Johnny spoke, fiddling with the drawstring of his team hoodie.

"No," She turned to him, confused by the meaning of his words, "What?" She sounded perplexed. "I wasn't avoiding you because I'm scared of a few volleyball fans." She scoffed, amused by the idea.

"Then?" He asked, anticipation written all over his face.

"I just, you know." She looked down to her lap as her cheeks heated. "I was embarrassed about the whole thing. Haechan made me sound like a total creep. I was sparing you the whole 'letting me down easy' conversation. I just admire your talent, really." She tried to give her badly plotted excuse. "You're really good at the sport and it's kind of my job to keep an eye on you. It's not a big deal or anything." She shrugged, looking out the window to avoid his gaze while it burned against her neck. "We don't need to think about it anymore."

"That's kind of a pity." Johnny hummed, "Because I lost that match thinking about you." He clicked his tongue. "And then I kept doing it, so now I don't know how to stop." She heard the sound of him shuffling, "I thought since I won today, I'd do something about those thoughts." His voice dropped to an unassuming murmur.

"Do what?" She questioned, still not ready to turn and look at him. Instead he leaned a little closer, his breath brushing against the shell of her ear.

"You tell me." He whispered, still far enough to be polite but close enough to make the hairs on the back of her neck rise. "Your last idea sounded good to me." He sighed, the brush of his warm breath on her neck making her shuffle back a little, closer to him.

Johnny hummed with approval at the movement, "What do you want me to do to you?" His fingers brushed over the back of her neck, pushing her hair back in a gesture that felt like a tease.

She took a deep breath, mustering every ounce of courage she could find to turn with a resolute gaze aimed at him. When she met his darkening gaze she almost lost her nerve, needing another breath to steady her voice.

"Nothing you can do here, Captain." She breathed out the words, biting down a stutter when a smirk grew on his lips in response, a brow raised in what looked like pleasant surprise. His eyes dragged down to her lip, using his thumb to pull it out from between her teeth.

His eyes stayed on her lips, "You better hold onto that look till after dinner, (Y/N). If you run away again I just might come catch you." He brushed his thumb over the soft flesh with languid strokes.

"You should have done that already." She pouted, his thumb pressing into her lower lip till his thumb was cushioned against the protruding flesh. "I was under the assumption that you weren't interested."

Johnny finally pulled his hand back before he got ahead of himself, looking back to her eyes.

"After dinner." His words were more of a warning to himself than a promise to her.

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As the celebration went on, all Johnny was really focusing on was the table on which (Y/N) sat. He couldn't possibly explain what had happened to him. He'd seen the girl around a lot, their new sportscaster for the season with a smooth voice and a quick wit to bounce off Haechan's more blunt one. He'd also seen her during practice sometimes since the tour began.

But since that day at the match, there was seemingly a part of Johnny's brain dedicated to thinking about her only.

When he walked into breakfast the day after that match, he was rather mad at himself from having lost it. As he walked around to fill his plate, catching her from the corner of her eye was enough to make him turn.

He found himself staring at her for a moment too long, taking in her features with an increasingly shallow breath.

She looked a little tired, he had noted. And when Haechan came up to her to say something in his usual energy, she gave him a frown that made him stop immediately.

That alone could have impressed Johnny. But then she aimed a gentle smile at the boy and Johnny found himself wanting to be on the receiving end of it immediately.

The moment he caught his gaze lingering on her neck though, his face seemed to warm up at the memory of what Haechan said. At that very moment she looked up to meet his gaze and feeling like he'd been caught, Johnny scrambled away before she could somehow realise what he was thinking.

From that very moment, Johnny had sealed his faith. A faith that led to this very moment when she walked out of the ballroom where the celebration was happening to make her way upstairs. Johnny got up on his feet in a flash the moment she turned to give him a look before leaving.

"Where are you off to?" Mark asked him.

"Back to my room. Feeling a little tired." He shrugged at the guy who nodded.

"By the way," Mark grinned. "Have you seen (Y/N)? She looks really good tonight." He laughed.

"Of course I have." Johnny muttered, slipping out from behind his table. "Don't drink too much. There's practice at noon." He reminded Mark, walking away before the guy had a chance to complain.

Johnny walked swiftly across the room, walking out in hopes of catching sight of her. He turned the corner to the elevator, stopping when he saw her. She stood leaned against the wall, playing with the hem of her dress.

"I thought you left." He said, pretending like he wasn't rushing through the corridor.

"I thought you wouldn't come." She answered, standing up straight.

Johnny slowly tried to regain his composure, "I had to prove my interest after all." He smirked, taking a few steps closer. "Tell me." He hummed, stopping close enough to hear her inhale as her lips parted. "How long have you been having such filthy thoughts about me? Looking at you, I'd never assume that you would have any." His voice dropped to a low whisper, enjoying the way her eyes widened in remote panic as she tilted her chin to look up at him.

"I–" She stuttered, "I mean." He watched her throat bob as she swallowed.

Johnny clicked his tongue, "So it's true?" He shook his head. "Here I thought you'd say that Haechan was lying. Or at least exaggerating." He bit back a smile when her eyes only grew wider, cheeks visibly pink under the lights.

Johnny's eyes slipped from hers to drag over her lips, taking in the way she licked them nervously. Then he dipped his head out of curiosity, assessing her neck.

"You have such a pretty neck too. I'm almost wary of touching it." He took another step closer, reaching out to brush his knuckles from her collarbones to her neck. When her breathing turned restless, Johnny was about done teasing.

"Want me to be gentle?" He questioned, bringing his thumb to her lip, giving in to his previous urge and pressing against it till she parted her them. He watched her lips wrap around the digit. With a wide eyed gaze that looked deceptively innocent, she shook her head at the question. Johnny smiled.

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[theweasleysredhair]

Breathless [F.W.]

Character: Fred Weasley

Word Count: 2783

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: “Stop biting that fucking lip!” In which Y/n is a sales assistant working in the Weasley’s store; Fred likes her but finds it difficult to show this, especially since all he wants to do is to throw her against a wall and shag her.

WARNING: this is NSFW, 18+, smutty, sexy times, idk how else to say it. read with caution. or delight. idk anymore.

Tags: @gracemayhateyou @wand3ringr0s3 @theweirdsideofstuff @harrysweasleys @thoseofgreatambition

Disclaimer: Gif isn't mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: I DID A THING (Fred Weasley is one hot motherfucker just saying)

also this was supposed to be a drabble... oops?

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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK! REBLOGS ARE ABSOLUTELY FINE! <3

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Fred wondered why he had hired you.

Well he knew why he had - because you were amazing at your job - but right now, as he watched you, bent slightly at the waist, interacting with some young children who had entered the shop, he severely regretted his decision. The only reason for this was that, due to the nice summer weather, you had decided to wear a skirt. A form-fitting skirt. A skirt that made Fred’s pants a tad too form-fitting themselves.

It wasn’t your fault - the sun had come as a welcome change, prompting the majority of people to be wearing lighter clothes as they hurried through Diagon Alley, so as to beat the heat. You’d just happened to have chosen a skirt that made Fred wish he could bend you over the till counter and pull said skirt up to your waist.

He couldn’t help the way his eyes wandered down your form to the curve of your bum as you reached up to grab products for the customers you were with, or - even better - this morning when you had bent down to pick up something someone (Fred) had dropped. His heart was pounding from the thought, and he was still trying to live down the fact he’d had to ask to swap with George, who was behind the till, in order to hide a certain problem of his from customers and from you - something George had found hilarious, joking about it every time he passed his twin throughout the rest of the day - “Alright there, Freddie? Working hard are we?” - earning more than a few glares.

Merlin though, Fred wanted you. He wanted to be able to kiss you, hold you, love you openly. He wanted to ask you for your input on new inventions, to ask you for your opinion on anything - everything. To be the last one to kiss you at night and the first thing you saw in the morning. And he definitely wanted you in his bed. Or in the shower. Or against the wall.

Preferably all of the above.

He couldn’t remember when he first caught feelings - sometime during your years at Hogwarts, but Fred couldn’t pinpoint exactly when he realised he was in love with you as opposed to just loving you. Perhaps it was that one game of truth or dare that lead to you kissing him - a thought he savoured and thought back to a lot. The way your lips felt against his and how he was able to hold you close in that moment.

All he knew was that he was left breathless in your presence.

He spent the rest of the day with thoughts of you in his head, swirling around as he tried to focus on serving customers. This proved a difficult feat considering you were right by him on the shop floor - talking, laughing, smiling. Fred cursed himself for being so caught up on you, but he couldn’t help himself.

He was so wrapped up in watching the way your lips turned up into a smile, the way your hips swayed as you walked, imagining how they’d feel against his own that he nearly missed George bidding his goodbyes after the store had closed for the day - something about meeting Angelina - as he made himself busy tidying one of the stands near the entrance.

“Hey Fred?” You called from the storage room. Fred blinked, pulling his thoughts away from his fantasies and back into reality, “Yeah?”

There was silence for a moment, and Fred placed the vial he was holding back into its place before wandering over to the storage room just as you entered back onto the shop floor.

“George asked if we could find a place to put these new products,” you said, bringing out a couple of trays of a new product designed to give the taker the temporary ability to read minds.

Fred frowned slightly. He knew for a fact that this product was supposed to be set up at the weekend, not today, before he both cursed and thanked George mentally as he realised his twin had given him some time alone with you - and an excuse as to why.

You’d placed the trays down and began looking around the shop, trying to work out the best place to display them, absent-mindedly pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you did.

Fred’s gaze was directed at where your teeth met your lip and he swallowed, his jaw clenching as he imagined himself being the one biting your lip, and what sounds you’d make whilst he was doing so.

In his haze, he hadn’t realised you’d moved to the opposite side of the till counter, placing some other products you’d taken from another display down as you leant on the counter yourself. The movement caused Fred to glance over at you and his breath immediately hitched in his throat.

He could’ve sworn your top was buttoned all the way to your collar just moments ago and yet now, as you were leaning on your elbows on the counter as you spoke about the idea for the display you had, all he could focus on was the sight of the top of your breasts, in perfect view from the way your top had fallen as you’d leant.

“I suppose we could always move the love potions stand to the other side of the shop,” you looked up at Fred to see his response and instead were met with a soft gaze and no hint that he’d heard what you’d said. You raised your hand up in front of his face, an amused smile now playing on your lips as you watched him jump slightly, pulling him from whatever daydream he’d concocted in his head.

“I’m sorry, love, what we’re you saying?” He reaches up to stroke the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Were you not listening again?” You teased, giving him a playful eye roll. “I’m sorry, I was just distracted,” he replied.

“By what?”

Fred cleared his throat, not wanting to admit that he was very much imagining throwing you against the nearest wall and snogging the hell out of you. He instead changed the subject, he hoped subtly, as he returned his focus to the tray of products on the counter, “We could move the Pygmy puffs over and put the new stand nearer the front.”

“That could work,” you looked around and bit your lip in thought again, “Yeah and then we could move...”

But Fred’s focus was lost again. He knew he should be paying attention, that you’d beg him to know what had him so distracted but he couldn’t help it. Not when you were stood barely five feet in front of him, with your top practically unbuttoned and your skirt hugging your curves the way it was.

“What do you think?” You turned back to him happily, before seeing him in a trance again, “Um... Fred?”

Fred blinked, “Oh um yeah, yeah sure, sounds good!”

“Okay good! And then where should we move the snack boxes to...” And there you went again with the lip biting. Merlin, were you doing it on purpose? Could you tell how badly it was affecting him?

And suddenly Fred was only vaguely aware of you being mid sentence as he interrupted your planning with a growl, “Will you stop biting that fucking lip?!”

You jumped, a bewildered look dancing across your features, “What?”

“Stop. Biting. That. Fucking. Lip.” He spoke in a low tone that hit you between your legs and your mouth dropped slightly.

That’s when you saw it. His skin flushed, jaw clenched. His darkening eyes. Your own eyes wandered down his suit-clad arms, sleeves rolled to his elbows and displaying his toned forearms, knuckles white from gripping onto the counter.

You watched his tongue dart out to swipe across his bottom lip and nearly whimpered.

“Oh yeah? Or what?” You challenged him, purposely pulling your bottom lip between your teeth again.

“Or this!”

And suddenly Fred had slammed you against the nearest flat wall, his hands around your wrists as he easily pushed your arms up above your head. Your chests were pressed together, heaving from the deep breaths you were taking, his forehead resting on yours before he crashed his lips against your own.

He held onto your wrists with one hand, using the other to pull you closer to him by your hip, his tongue licking into your mouth as you moaned, completely taken by the man pressed against you. He ran his tongue across your bottom lip and gently nibbled, finally finding out what it felt like to bite your fucking lip.

You felt him through his pants, hard against your thigh as you sighed into his mouth, your hips rolling against his and making him let out a guttural moan.

He dropped his grip from your wrists just long enough to shake off his suit jacket, leaving him in his shirt as you ran your hands down his chest, revelling in the feel of his abs through the material.

His lips were still on yours, as if he was trying to imprint the feel of kissing you into his brain forever. In case this was a one time thing. In case it never happened again.

And then suddenly his mind was taken over by the feeling of your hands on his chest, unbuttoning his shirt as his own hands ran along the skin underneath your own shirt, fingertips reaching up to dance along the base of your bra, his hands gripping your back as you worked to take each others’ clothing off.

You pulled away for just a moment, pulling your shirt over your head as Fred did the same, throwing your bra somewhere in the middle of the floor, instantly forgotten as Fred put his hands back on you.

You shimmied your skirt down before making quick work of getting Fred out of his pants, mouth almost watering when you saw his hard cock pressing against the material of his boxers.

He pushed his lips back on yours, holding your bum as your hands reached around his neck to pull at the tufts of hair there, earning what you could only describe as a growl from him.

“Tell me to stop,” he groaned, taking in the sight of you, breathless and writhing under him.

“What if... I don’t want... you to stop,” you gasped as his mouth ghosted down your jaw, pressing the occasional open mouthed kiss to your skin.

“You want me to keep going?” He asked, sucking at the skin just below your jawline. “I want you to make me feel good,” you said as you stared up into his dark eyes.

“Darling, I can make you feel better than good,” Fred promised with a smirk.

His lips were then busy licking down your neck, towards your chest and he gently teased a nipple into his mouth, nibbling and earning breathy moans from you. One hand gripped your bum as the other held the back of your thigh, slowly moving round and under your skirt as he lightly ran a finger along the lace of your underwear. “This wet just for me?” He grinned, pulling away from your breast to meet your gaze as you nodded breathlessly, “All for you, Freddie.”

“I like the sound of that,” he replied as he moved to your other breast, giving it the same attention as he hooked a finger under the band of your underwear.

He began trailing kisses down your stomach and then kneeled before you, slowly pulling your underwear down your legs before pausing, looking up at you, “These expensive?”

“I can buy more.”

And with that, he ripped them from your legs, throwing them off to the side, falling somewhere with your discarded shirts.

His warm breath hit between your legs and he gripped your thighs before plunging his tongue inside of you, licking into you and making you gasp. The sound you made when he gently bit your clit was downright filthy, and you swore you could feel Fred smirking against you. He pushed his fingers into you, lazily thrusting them in and out as you leant against the wall, eyes closing in pleasure.

Just as you felt yourself getting close, your breathing staggered as you edged towards your climax, Fred decided to pull away from you, the cold air hitting you suddenly, making you open your eyes and you whimpered at the loss of contact.

“Look at you, being so needy. My needy girl, huh? I’ll make you cum, don’t worry, I’m just... dragging it out a little,” Fred smirked as he stood up, his fingers suddenly entering you again but this time only moving slowly.

You desperately thrust your hips into his hand, hoping for more friction, sighing frustratedly as he tutted and removed his hand completely.

He stepped away from you, pulling his underwear off and you finally caught the sight of his cock, long and thick, precum covering the tip. He grabbed himself, slowly stroking himself as he stepped back towards you.

“Can I..?” You spoke, your eyes following his hands. “Be my guest, princess.”

Fred could’ve died happy, he thought, with your pretty lips around his cock, your hands pumping what wouldn’t fit into your mouth, letting out groans as your tongue swirled around the tip.

He felt himself twitch, when suddenly you’d pulled away and he knew as he watched you stand up with your swollen lips curling into a smile that it was your way of paying him back for denying you yours before.

“Dangerous game you’re playing here, love,” He warned, stepping towards you.

“I’m playing to win,” you replied, crossing your arms over your chest and absent-mindedly pushing your breasts up with the action.

Fred groaned, “I need to be inside of you.”

His hands were back on you, kissing you again before he guided himself to push inside of you. You both groaned together, breaths hitting the other as he thrusted up into you, pinning you against the wall. He grabbed your waist, his muscles flexing, sweat beading along his collarbone as you leant forward to kiss his neck, biting the spot under his ear that made him suddenly moan and his hips stutter.

“Look at you, taking my cock so well,” he breathed out, his abs tightening with every push into you.

He then nodded over to the till counter just behind you, “See that counter? I’ve been thinking about bending you over it all day.”

“Then why don’t you?” You gasped out your breath hitching in your throat as he gave a particularly deep thrust.

Without a reply, he pulled out of you, making you whimper at the empty feeling, before pulling you over to the counter quickly. He shoved the product trays onto the floor, unbothered by them crashing to the floor as he pressed a rough, dirty kiss to your lips before turning you around and bending you over like he’d imagined so many times before. His hands roamed across your bum, squeezing before pushing back into you and making you cry out.

His hands were on your waist as he pounded into you, before he reached around to pull you up so your back hit his chest, both of you glancing towards the large front window of the shop.

“Anyone could come by and see us, but you don’t care about that do you? Just as long as I keep making you feel good,” he growled in your ear, and you felt yourself clench around his cock, earning a groan from him.

“Freddie,” you whispered, your head falling back against his shoulder as you felt your stomach tightening, building up to your release, “I’m gonna- I’m gonna-“

“There’s a good girl,” Fred praised, a hand running up your stomach to hold one of your breasts, “You’re so good to me. Come for me, princess.”

You let out a moan as your climax washed over you, collapsing forward onto the counter as Fred thrusted into you a couple more times before releasing inside of you, gripping your hips as he groaned, his head falling against the back of your neck as you both tried to catch your breath.

“I love you,” he mumbled, his lips tracing across your back and down your shoulder. And in that moment, as you were coming down from your high, whispering the words back to him, you knew this was the start of something that neither of you were prepared for.

After all, you left each other breathless.

[zodiyack]

Rude! (3,000+ Follower Fic Special 1/3)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Female!Hopper!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Billy stuff, lyrics, fluff

Song: Rude by Magic!

Words: 1,798

Summary: Billy's love for Hopper's daughter is too strong to be stopped by the tough Chief Jim Hopper. Despite being told "not in a thousand years", he plans to love her regardless.

Note: Thank you so so much! I love you all, and writing your ideas, as well as sharing mine with you, has been so fucking fun and amazing! I'm sorry for my lack of words, I wish being an author came in handy with writing this, however, all I can say is that I love you all from the bottom of my heart. I've seen people do shout-outs, and ask-related stuff with their follower things, and I may do that, I'm not sure. For now, I hope you enjoy this... Thank you all, again!

Also 1/3 means that there will be two other fics released for the 3,000+ follower present!

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"Saturday morning, jumped out of bed and put on my best suit. Got in my car and raced like a jet all the way to you. Knocked on your door with my heart in my hands, to ask you a question, 'cause I know that you're an old-fashioned man. Yeah."

Billy was freshly graduated, working as a lifeguard whilst his girlfriend worked her own job, both saving up for their chance to ditch Hawkins and move to California. Sweet Cali. Billy was excited to show the love of his life around the place he called home. Though, physically, he left the salty ocean and windy beach behind, the place never truly left him.

You could see it in his eyes. The waves crashing in his blue orbs. He swore the scent had just barely clung to his belongings; the smell of the tangy air that followed a majority of the state. Working at a pool was the closest he got to the memory of California. Chlorine was most certainly not the salted ocean waters, but with the circumstances, he decided it'd do.

The way his face lit up whenever he talked about his home...it made Y/n more and more excited to see it. His girlfriend had grown up in Hawkins, stayed there her whole life. Never once did the Hoppers leave Hawkins.

But the second that was introduced to Billy, he knew it had to change.

Although they were saving for a big move, Billy had...other things in mind with what to do with his first large pay-check (or series, rather. Working as a lifeguard didn't pay well with just one check). He began to work more shifts to make up for the money he'd spent, and one day after calling in for a day off, he decided to put his plan into action.

"Billy, stop messing with the tie."

"It's annoying." Hands slapped away his attempts of adjusting the black silk tie.

"Well it won't stop being annoying if you keep fucking it up."

For the first time in a long time, Neil Hargrove was calm. Not happy, not amused, not pissed off for some unjust reason- just calm. He wasn't wreaking havoc and he wasn't being an asshole to his son. Billy hadn't seen this side of his dad in quite some time, in fact, he thought something important was going on and he was about to fuck it all up. And then, Susan retreated to the living room with a camera and a freshly ironed suit.

"You're not putting me in that."

"And who asked for your opinion?" Neil deflected with a raised brow. One heavy sigh later and Billy was leaving the bathroom, dawning the whole black and white getup.

Susan clasped her hands over her mouth, a tear leaving her eye, "You look so handsome! Just like your dad!"

Billy rolled his eyes, "Great."

However, his careless attitude was swept under the rug when the blue Camaro pulled up to the police station, interrupting a clearly distressed Chief Hopper bickering with his daughter. Billy had to get himself together before stepping out of the car, jaw slack after seeing the beauty he got to call his date.

"Hello Mr-"

"Don't even try play nice with me, Hargrove. She's not going anywhere with you. End of story." Hopper kept his eyes trained on the blond, body tense like a snake preparing to strike it's prey.

Y/n grabbed Billy's arm, slowly directing him to the car, "And in the sequel, we find out I am going with Billy. End of that story."

"There is no 'sequel.' The writer got drunk and lazy." She paused, turning to face her father who stood tall, arms crossed and face unamused.

"So his daughter picked up where her father left off, and then the sequel was published and the two lived happily ever after, the end."

While her dad attempted to search for a line that would better hers and force her to stay, she pushed Billy toward the driver's side and slid into the car as fast as she could, rolling down the window as Billy started it up. "Bye! I'll be back before midnight!"

The two drove off toward the school, leaving behind a trail of dust and very, very, pissed off Hopper.

Prom was better than Billy thought it would be. He didn't want to go at first, but after Max found out and spoke to her mom about it (the little redhead a cupid-in-the-making), Neil pushed him to go (as he was "doing something else besides being a lazy-no-good rebel"). It was then that he called Y/n and asked if she'd be going.

The suit came in handy. Clashing with his rocker aesthetic, he put it back on once more. The once-annoying tie proved to be somewhat okay in the end.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend, but the answer is no!"

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude?

With a deep breath, he ran-over the conversation in his head once more. Like a script for an actor, he had thought of every possible outcome and every possible line for him to face it with. He almost chickened out as his fist rose to the door, but it was too late, for his knuckles rapped against it before he realized he was even knocking.

El opened the door, eyes wide when she saw the familiar mullet and button-down. "Papa..." She muttered as she backed away and out of view.

Hopper traded places with her, his lazy expression sobering up instantaneously, replaced with a grumpy scowl. "Hargrove."

"Mr. Hopper, sir."

"What are you doing on my front porch?"

He swallowed roughly, palms sweaty against his sides. "I was wondering if I could talk to you."

"You seem to be doing just that right now, Hargrove." Hop crossed his arms and clenched his jaw.

Well, this was certainly not something Billy had thought of. He was on panic mode internally, attempting to find any response that could save his hide and accomplish what he set out to do. Unfortunately, the word-vomit button seemed to be misplaced under the button labeled "help".

"I'd like to marry your daughter, sir."

Hop's eyes grew just as big in size as El's had when she opened the door. He choked on his own surprise, coughing it off, then glaring at the boy in front of him. "Over my dead body, Hargrove. If that's all, I'd strongly advise you to get off of my fucking porch while you're still alive."

I hate to do this, you leave no choice; can't live without her. Love me or hate me, we will be boys- standing at that alter. And we will fly away, to another galaxy, you know. You know she's in love with me, she will go anywhere I go-

"Billy, he's just stubborn."

"No, no, I don't think he likes me."

Y/n sighed, rubbing her boyfriend's back. He hadn't told her of his proposal plans, only that Hop seemed to have it out for him. "It'll take time, but he'll warm up to you!"

"It's been how many years since he's met me?"

"To be fair, your reputation wasn't doing you any good until now..."

"It's not like that was fucking obvious." He slouched further down in the front seat of his Camaro. To Billy, all hope was lost. If he couldn't get Hopper to give him his blessing, he was sure he'd lose his goddamned mind.

Y/n frowned. Her frown flipped around as an idea popped into her head, her lips finding Billy's knuckles and quirking his attention. "Even if he never likes you, I'm not going anywhere."

Billy laughed softly, "he'll fucking kill me if you go against him."

"Eh, that's only if he can catch us."

"You're out of your fucking mind, Y/n Hopper."

"I know."

The rest of the night was spent in the Camaro, of course, doing one of Billy's favorite pastimes. By the time the sun rose, Billy was sneaking a kiss to a giggling Y/n before dropping from her window in the cabin and running to his car, parked far enough that Hop or El wouldn't notice. He blew her one more kiss, which she pretended to catch, then he broke into a sprint.

Maybe, he thought, just maybe; there was still a chance.

His knuckles hit the door again, shifting on his feet nervously. It swung open to reveal Hopper, an unimpressed look bringing no surprise Billy's way. It was quite expected, honestly.

"What." His tone made it clear he wasn't up for fucking around.

"Mr. Hopper, if you just give me one chance to prove to you that-"

"No, no, no, no, no. Let me make it very clear to you that I want you to have nothing to do with my daughter whatsoever. No marriage, no friendship, I don't even approve of you guys fucking or whatever-"

"We're in a serious relationship, sir. It's nothing like you think it is."

This made Hop laugh. He continued to do so, holding his stomach, until he realized Billy was unamused. "Oh, you're serious?... My answer is still no, Hargrove. My answer will always be no. Go find someone else's daughter's heart to break. You're not hurting mine."

"It's not like-"

Before he could even get the words out, he was met with a door in his face. Turned down, again.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend, 'cause the answer's still no!"

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude, rude?

Again, again, and again, Billy incessantly pleaded with Hopper. Different tactics were all met with the same answer; rejection.

He held up a sign outside the cabin, only for Hopper to close the curtain and chuckle as he sipped his coffee.

He asked at the door again, only for Hop to threaten to give him a black eye (which was met with "aren't you the sheriff? Isn't that illegal?").

He raced past the police station, Max leaning out the window with another sign, only for Hop to threaten them with holding cells.

He even went as far as to ask Max and El to help, but Hopper had none of that, and sent Max home with a rant full of nos.

However, if Jim Hopper thought any of it would get it into Billy's head that getting his blessing was just not happening- he was as wrong as Nancy when she claimed not to have feelings for Jonathan.

Billy had another plan in mind, and this one was impossible to say no to.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend- but no still means no!"

"Hopper." Billy stood before his desk, interrupting his nice date with a delicious doughnut, and earning a very annoyed glare. "I got Miss Byer's blessing. Aren't you two a thing?"

"You son of a-"

"I got Eleven's too."

"Hargrove, I'm gonna-"

"Before you cuss me out, I think you should know that I've got a stable job, an interview with a mechanic so I have a job when the pool closes for the winter, and I've got a house on the market I'm looking at. I'm devoted to your daughter and she's devoted to me. You may not like me, but I think you're a great dad, better than the one I was unfortunately stuck with. You raised a strong and amazing woman. She's incredible and I admit, she deserves better than me-"

"You don't have to say that twice." Hopper huffed, crossing his arms.

"I know she deserves so much better than me, I'm surprised she's even with me too. But she loves me, and I think you can see that. I love her too. I would never, in a million years, break her heart."

Jim stayed silent for a few minutes. The silence brought uneasiness to Billy, but that was intentional on Hopper's behalf. He finally piped up with a cough, clearing his throat, before his piercing eyes met Billy's blue orbs.

"I'll hold you to that, Hargrove."

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude? Why you gotta be so rude?

Bonus:

(after the wedding)

"What was that about a no?" Billy quipped with his infamous smirk.

"You're lucky I'm sheriff, Hargrove."

Why you gotta be so rude?