#let’s dial it the fuck back PLEASE Jesus Christ

[juniperhillpatient]

no one ever talks about how the signature adhd thought process that gets you from one place to another illogically from the outside but the sequence makes total sense To You can be so Toxic actually omg like. it can go from silly to dark & back in moments & sometimes it’s like. Bestie. Chilllle 🙌

[steveseddie]

unplugging the mystery

for the @steddiemicrofic prompt “plug, 437 words” | rated: t | cw: none | tags: established relationship, pov steve, eddie munson is a menace

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“Stevie! The TV isn’t working!”

Steve hears Eddie from the kitchen despite the ABBA record playing as he decorates Robin’s birthday cake.

He puts the piping bag down with a sigh, and wiping his hands on his apron, joins him.

He narrows his eyes at his boyfriend, sprawled on the couch and aggressively pressing every button on the remote with no luck. The screen remains black. “What did you do?”

“I resent that accusation, Harrington.”

“Well, I watched the basketball game earlier and it was working just fine,” Steve argues, hands on his hips.

Eddie claps and points at him. “That’s it! Your sports game broke it.”

“Really?”

“Whatever. Help, Stevie, please,” Eddie pouts, puppy eyes out in full.

Steve unties the apron and tosses it at Eddie’s face. “Fine.”

“Thanks, baby.”

He walks over to the TV, trying the buttons and dials but the screen stays black. With a sigh, he gets on his hands and knees to check if it’s plugged in properly.

Behind him, Eddie wolf-whistles and Steve flips him off over his shoulder.

Sticking his head behind the TV stand, he finds the problem. “The fuck?”

“What did ya find?”

“It’s unplugged.”

“Weeeeird.”

Steve agrees. He doesn’t know how it happened. Arching his back uncomfortably, he plugs it back into the electrical outlet and hears Eddie curse under his breath.

“Still doesn’t work?”

“What? Oh yeah, it works. Good job, big boy,” Eddie says distractedly.

Glancing over his shoulder, Steve finds him staring intently at his ass, paying no attention to the TV despite how insistent he was about Steve fixing it.

“Eddie?”

“Hm?” He doesn’t take his eyes off Steve’s ass even when he stands up and faces him, like he’s trying to bore a hole through him so he can keep staring.

“Did you unplug the TV so you could stare at my ass?”

Eddie’s eyes meet his, he smiles sheepishly.

Heat builds rapidly in Steve’s cheeks. “Eddie!”

“Sorry, sweetheart, I needed an excuse to check you out in those shorts,” Eddie says unashamedly. He leers at him. “And damn, it was worth it.”

“Jesus,” Steve mutters. “Next time just ask, dude.”

“Ask what, baby? To bend over for me?”

Steve shrugs. “Well, yeah.”

Eyes sparkling, Eddie opens his mouth. Steve holds a hand up to stop him. “Not right now, I gotta finish Rob’s cake.”

“And when you’re done? You’ll let me enjoy my cake?”

Steve squeaks. “You’re incorrigible, Christ.” He shakes his head. “Yes, when I’m done you can bend me over whatever surface you want.”

Eddie slaps Steve’s ass as he returns to the kitchen. “Hurry up, baby.”

[queers-gambit]

Shower Shenanigans

part one: Perpetual L's and Overwhelming Dubs

prompt: midnight callers turn your quiet night upside down, but at least it ends with you riding your stranger in the shower.

pairing: Tangerine x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Bullet Train

word count: 4.7k+

note: nobody asked for this but he's my muse now

warnings: cursing, smut (unprotected, in the shower, she's on top), blood, wounds, brain rot, author isn't British, probably setting up for part three, wonky brain doesn't care what warnings are missed.

A storm had rolled over Osaka, a steady thrumming at your hotel window creating a calming ambiance as you lit a couple of the candles you ordered from the front desk. Curled up on the tiny loveseat offered in the small living space, you flipped through your latest novel you grabbed before running into Tangerine at the train station. Speaking of, you glared at your phone for the hundredth time in an hour, feeling a sort of overwhelming dread that he hadn't called yet - or at the very least, texted.

Was it silly? Oh, you KNOW it was.

But he had said some really pretty things that rang in your ears on a haunting repeat the rest of the train ride. Then the whole taxi ride through Osaka, and the three days it's been since meeting him - he just wouldn't leave your conscious. Every meeting you had was vaguely interrupted by some sort of thought about your mysterious stranger, driving you up the wall.

Sure, you could call him, but the idea of calling a stranger for no reason other than to hear his voice felt a little too vulnerable to you. Yo could ask where he was, if he wanted to come for a visit - or hell, even before you departed Japan back for London, England, you could come see him... If he so wanted.

But your mind refused to let you dial his number, which was left in your recents after he had texted himself in the bathroom. The memory of your ex was still so fresh, making you feel silly for having such vivid, intense fantasies about a man you've met once. And for the love of Christ, you didn't even know his real name! Just his silly, fruity codename!

Man, if you hadn't been embarrassed before, the memory of moaning a fucking fruit surely made you cringe to the point you wanted the Earth to open up, swallow you whole, and never spit you out.

Your trip was soon to end with your departing flight tomorrow night, giving you just a day of leisure time in the city - but you didn't feel like doing much since the storm. Your book was interesting enough, keeping you entertained with a cart of hot food from room service within arms reach. Your tea was lukewarm by now, being much easier to drink, bowl of air-popped popcorn sat in your lap. Over the sounds of thunder, there was a knock at your door.

More like a banging, but hey, logistics. This was odd considering it was close to nine in the evening and you hadn't called for anything.

With a sigh, you marked your page and stood; annoyed by the continuous knocking, oversized tee shirt falling back over your thighs, socked feet stuffing into your slippers before traveling to the door. You called in Japanese, "Who is it?"

There was a small scraping, making your brows furrow and call your question again - but with much more urgency. "'S me, love, open the door, please," a raspy, British accent croaked seemingly through the crack. You left the chain lock in place, slowly opening the door a fraction to discover Tangerine - bloodied to high hell - leaning on the doorframe of your hotel room with two other bloody men behind him.

"What the fuck? Jesus Christ," you hissed, shutting the door, snapping the chain off and yanking it open once more. "Get in here, are you okay?" You asked, gasping right after when Tangerine stumbled a little, making you catch him; assualting your sinuses with the smell of citrus, metallic blood, and cigarette smoke. "All right, all right, you're safe now, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon," you muttered, helping him over your shoulders and into your decently spacious hotel room. "C'mon, you two! Step lively before you trigger hotel security!"

You shuffled your stranger into the room and deposited him on the sofa; hearing his grunt of exaggerated pain. You looked at the others, sighing as you moved things out of the way, inviting the other two men to sit around the furniture. You tried not to worry about the cleaning bill you would surely get for all their blood.

"Jesus Christ, did you get shot?" You asked, seeing the fleshy wound in his shoulder that was very poorly staunched.

"That arsehole did it," he panted, pointing at the blonde stranger.

"Hi," the arsehole waved, "it was an accident, for whatever it's worth. I, uh... I have bad luck, don't really like guns," he shrugged meekly.

"You lot look like hell," you sighed, shaking your head and standing to your feet to take a few steps away. You asked over your shoulder, "Guess I shouldn't bother asking what happened?"

"Train wreck," the man Tangerine had been with earlier answered.

You blinked in shock, the men all wincing as they were seemingly finally able to relax. Only now, you noted they were all in the same clothes as days ago, just tattered, torn, burnt and singed, soaking wet from the storm, stained with blood. You looked at Tangerine, demanding, "Is that why you told me to get off the train? You were gonna crash it!?"

"No, no, darlin', that wasn't the plan," Tangerine coughed, head tilted back. "Just... Happened."

"Call it his bad luck, huh?" You shook your head and moved for the hotel's phone, dialing the front desk and waiting. When they answered, the cheery front desk girl asked how she could help and you asked her what first aid supplies the hotel kept stocked. She answered and you asked if you'd be able to get enough for three kits - claiming you were practicing for a medical school final. She was more than happy to oblige, telling you her brother did much of the same, and she'd send the kits right up.

Thanking her, you hung up, and turned back for room. You found a pair of shorts and hopped into them for modesty, using your ice bucket to fill with water, grabbing whatever hand towels and washcloths you could. You set the bucket to the coffee table, dipping the cloths in for the two strangers, asking, "You guys wanna clean up a bit?"

"Please," the blonde wheezed.

You nodded, handing over the wet towels and moved the bucket a little closer for them to reach. You introduced yourself to them, offering a smile, turning for Tangerine and taking a seat beside him to start cleaning him up. "Lemon," your companion's counterpart introduced.

"Ladybug."

"More fucking codenames," you mumbled, shaking your head, trying to mop up Tangerine's forehead. "Jesus, fuck, sweetheart, what did you do? Bash your head through a glass wall?"

"Window, actually," he mumbled, reaching up to caress your wrist and cracking his eyes open. "Thank you, darlin'."

"Hush," you smiled, wiping the blood from his mouth. "You guys are gonna need showers and new clothes, huh?" You looked at the other two, who were scattered around the room to use whatever reflective surface they could find.

"That'd be nice," Ladybug nodded. "Anyone any cash?"

You sighed, "I've got you guys, 's all right."

As you reached for the bucket of warm water again to rinse the washcloth and wring it out, you missed the looks Lemon and Tangerine exchanged; both mildly impressed with your generosity and kindness. Certainly, someone who would never get tangled up in the lot of them on regular circumstances.

The knock at your door made the entire room still, you sparing them a skeptical look and reprimanding as you stood, "Relax, it's just the supplies."

Still, Lemon and Ladybug made sure they were out of sight as Tangerine just couldn't move once deposited on the sofa. You greeted the service worker, strategic in how wide you opened the door, and accepted the supplies; thanking the man, closing the door, and depositing the materials on your still-made bed.

However, a new thought occurred and you picked up the phone once more. When it connected to the front desk, you asked if your conjoining room was vacant - and to your shock, it was. You asked if they would add the room to yours because your friend suddenly decided to join you (not a total lie), and some 20 minutes later, you were giving Ladybug and Lemon their own room keys. You propped the conjoining door open, the two men using the first aid kits and the other room's shower as you got Tangerine to a point you didn't think he would bleed out.

"Okay, sweetheart," you caressed his jaw, "I'm gonna pop over to the shops across the street, okay? Grab you guys some necessities."

"You don't have to, we shouldn't burden you like this," he whispered.

"You guys can't walk around in these clothes," you chuckled.

"Have been."

"Yeah, on the side of the road, huh?"

"Back of a tangerine truck for a bit, too," he chuckled.

"Well, that's fitting. Look, just," you sighed, leaning in to peck his lips softly, "stay here, rest, eat, I'll be right back. Get a shower if you feel able, yeah?"

He nodded, just looking you over for a moment. "I'm sorry," he whispered, shaking his head, "I didn't know where else t'go. Whole plan went t'shit, we were out of options, love, just... Didn't know where t'turn ta."

"How'd you even find me?"

He shrugged, "I have my ways."

"Well, that's doesn't vaguely make you sound like a stalker." Another peck to his amused smile. "I'll be right back, promise," you stood, found a pair of sweats, a hoodie, and changed your shoes before heading out the door.

Was it stupid to leave three strangers alone in your hotel room? For sure. But you still went, you were a caring person by nature and the idea of making them fend for themselves felt wrong.

Especially after the state they showed up in, Tangerine's soft words about not knowing where to go; you just wanted to help since you had the ability to.

Across the street, splashing through puddles, you zipped around what was available and gathered three sets of sweatpants, shirts, jackets or hoodies, and figured their shoes were fine for now until they could change them later. You grabbed a few snacks and bottles of water, sports drinks, and energy drinks, paid, and made it back to your hotel room.

"Oh, blessings, you sweet girl!" Lemon gasped when you presented the change of clothes and snacks. "Oh, fuck yeah," he whispered to himself, taking the gift and going to change as you tossed Ladybug his own set.

When you found Tangerine, he was in the same place - but at least he didn't look worse. Just exhausted.

"Hey," you cooed, caressing his head and watching his eyes crack open.

"You're back," he smiled.

"Mhm," you hummed, "and you need a shower. C'mon, then you can get in bed, get some rest."

"Nah, love," he groaned when you took his wrists, "let's jus' go t'bed."

"Tan, you're absolutely disgusting right now, you'll feel better under the water. C'mon, there's a shower seat, you don't have to do anything, I'll help you."

He winced when you helped him on his feet, hobbling into the bathroom as Ladybug and Lemon were chowing down on whatever they could get their hands on. In the bathroom, you shut the door, set a clean towel on the counter, and turned to see him leaning on a wall, just watching you. You offered a soft smile, starting the shower to hea up, and then approaching him.

"Easy," you whispered, helping him unlatch his belt, step from his shoes, and then shed his trousers. His waistcoat followed, then his button-up, you gasping lightly, "Oh, fuck! Oh, my God. Yeah," you gently pet his side, prodding the dark wound, "you've got some broken ribs, sweetheart. Fuck's sake."

"That arsehole did that, too," he mused.

"Seriously? Damn, how'd you get your arse handed to yah by a lad named Ladybug?" You joked, dropping his boxers and pulling him from the wall. You made sure he was on the shower seat before stepping back and stripping yourself, joining him in the heat and getting to your knees.

With another washcloth, you gently suds over his body, the soap helping sweep away from grime. He let you work, scrubbing his feet, then working up his legs, rinsing, reapplying the soap, and continuing on your way. You washed his thighs and up his hips, to his waist, ignoring the way his cock stirred to life, bobbing into your elbow as it swelled. You were gentle over his bruises, the water feeling nice over your tired bodies; the soft scents of the soap soothing.

When you straightened up to wash his chest, you missed the way his eyes scanned over your soaking wet form. Feeling your hands on his collarbones, he reached down to seize your hips and heave - making you yelp. "The hell are you doing?" You gasped, needing to stabilize yourself on the wall and his non-shot shoulder.

"'S been three days too long, just wanted yah close," he whispered, sighing as his hands smoothed down your hips; gripping the flesh until indentations appeared.

You tisked, "You're hurt, you don't need t'fuckin' lift me. Use your words next time, won't you?"

He chuckled, "And what? Risk you sayin' no 'cause you don't wanna hurt me? Nah, love," he sighed. "Just wanted yah close, t'feel yah."

You hummed, "Close your eyes."

"Hmm?"

You held up the shampoo bottle, squirting a generous amount into your hand before starting to lather it into his scalp. He groaned, hissed at a few intervals, but overall let you work your fingers through his curls; pulling out any knots, shards of glass, and loosening the dried blood.

"You all right?" You checked, lifted on your knees to work; breasts all but pressed into his face.

"Mhm," he hummed, coiling his arms around you so he could literally just press his face into your cleavage. You chuckled, giving him a quick cuddle as he pecked your skin slowly, and continuing your work. When you lowered yourself back to his lap, your bare cunt drug down his shaft, making you both groan. "Baby," he seethed through his teeth, gripping the back of your neck to keep you close, "please, just - get on me, yeah? Need yah - on a biblical level, darlin'."

"You're hurt," you weakly refused, your resolve barely hanging on by a thread.

"Not so hurt that I can't enjoy this, huh?" He argued, licking over your lips to halt all rational thought. "C'mon, love, we hiked it three days here - after a fuckin' train wreck. I would've dropped if not for the thought of you, seein' yah, touchin' you again. Don't even gotta move, just sit there, love."

"If I do, will you finally just sit still and let me clean you up?"

"Whatever baby wants, she'll have, swear it," he grinned, hoisting you into his arms so he could grip his throbbing cock, lower you, and line himself up until you were impaling yourself on him. "Jesus, fuck!" He snapped, mixing with your whimper at his impossible stretch. "Ah, you feel so fuckin' good, doll, this is it - this is what I needed, huh? All I fuckin' needed - fuck - right fuckin' here."

"Hush," you whispered with an embarrassed smile, glancing back. "I need the shower head."

"I got us," he answered, holding you tight and standing with a small grunt. He easily grabbed the shower head, handing it to you, letting you rinse his hair out as he turned to pin you against the wall with his hips for balance.

"This isn't just sitting," you mocked, soap flowing down his shoulders and chest. "Close your eyes, please," you whispered, wiping the frothy suds from his face as he did. "God, your curls are magnificent, seriously, why does God give the best qualities to men - who don't even appreciate what they have?"

He laughed lightly, "Gotta get your attention somehow."

"Mhm, these lashes? Not even a drop of mascara," you mused, pecking the tip of his nose while one hand held his jaw. "And this jawline? Baby, this alone could cut glass."

"Like your nipples, right?" He teased, nipping your collarbones; both acutely aware of your pebbled nips dancing across his flesh each time you moved. He chuckled, readjusting you when you reached to set the shower head back in the holder; making sure it could cascade over the bench still. "We done?" He asked softly.

"Nope, got the conditioner," you rolled your eyes, holding his shoulders when he moved back for the seat; still firmly inside you. When he sat again, you released a high-pitched breath when the position pushed him further into you; your legs folding beside his thighs to keep the ideal grip.

"In a second," he smirked, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. "Just need this, yeah?" He spoke against your lips, licking into your mouth. "Been hiking with a fucking hard-on for days, love, just fuckin' need this," he hissed into your mouth, teeth raking over your bottom lip in a possessive bite. You moaned quietly, lost in the ministrations of kissing him like a drunk teenager, barely aware when he started moving your hips over him.

"Tan," you tried.

"C'mon, love, we both need it," he shook his head. "Tell me to stop and I will, but I think we both need this."

With a long sigh, you pet his cheek, deciding, "Fine, but we're taking it easy, you're still - " But then there was a loud knock at the bathroom door, Lemon calling your name in question. You slapped a hand over Tangerine's irritated mouth when he looked ready to yell his protest, answering, "What is it, honey, are you guys okay? What's wrong?"

"Yeah, just, uh... Can we order a couple things from room service? Bit starving, thinkin' something hot?"

"Oh, yeah, whatever you guys need!" You encouraged happily, Tangerine biting your palm and making your hand retract with a small whine and pout.

"Oi!" He called over the shower stream.

"Yeah?" Lemon was heard laughing.

"Don't run up her bill, mate!"

"It's okay," you whispered, pecking his forehead. "Get what you need, Lemon," you called, "but order Tangerine something to eat, too, please!"

"On it, love! Thank you!"

"Oh! Of course!" You beamed back at Tangerine, who offered you a mild look of annoyance.

"Now, why do that?" He asked, grinding your hips on his again. "Huh? Those two will eat you outta house and home, love."

"It's fine, you guys have been through a lot," you promised, connecting your lips in a long kiss. "Now, you wanna keep talking financials or put the rest of this hot water to use?"

"There's my girl," he grunted, standing from the bench to move fully under the water; pinning you to the wall again.

You grunted when you collided with the cold tile, but the warm tongue in your mouth was plenty distraction. You held his neck like it was your single tether to life, teeth clashing, tongues wagging, lips wet and creating obscene sounds the more intense the kisses turned.

"Fuck," you felt the air punch from your lungs when Tangerine pulled his hips back to start thrusting; brows furrowed together in concentration as he worked in and out of you at an already brutal pace. You didn't complain - he obviously needed this, and by God, it felt otherworldly.

"'Ats my girl, so fuckin' good for me," he muttered, needing this more than you have ever before; each hand holding a thigh to keep you spread open for his taking, hips hammering into yours as his balls slapped the apex of your cunt to echo around the room.

You felt incoherent when he picked up his speed, dropping his forehead to your shoulder when your head was thrown back as he worked you closer, closer, closer to your release. There was no thought in your mind, just Tangerine; drunk on his smell, taste, touch, never wanting this feeling to end.

Just outside the bathroom, Ladybug was accepting the room service order when he heard the messy, obscene noises coming from the bathroom; looking wide eyed at the closed door. Lemon laughed, "Might wanna walk away, Joburg, he don't like nobody listening in."

"Kinda hard to when they're that loud," he blanched when you released a pornographic moan as Tangerine readjusted his stance so his cock was piercing what felt like straight through you. Lemon laughed at Ladybug being startled so much he literally scurried away.

"C'mon, love," Tangerine panted.

"Go back," you moaned, pawing at his shoulders as you felt too slippery in this position.

"Huh?"

"Sit!" You insisted, him pulling back from the wall and backing up until the bench hit the back of his knees - dropping him. "There's my boy," you mocked, a hand on the wall, the other on his good shoulder, supporting you to vigorously ride him. You felt renewed energy now that he was obviously okay, only his bullet wound still weeping - something you'll patch up once out of the water.

"Oh, holy fuck," Tangerine moaned, louder than you would've thought; his head thumping back to the wall and losing all composure. "That's it, doll, keep like that - ohhh, fuck me!"

"Exactly what I'm doing, yeah?" You teased, moving your hand to his throat and keeping pressure enough not to fully choke his air supply, but enough to make him moan at the feeling.

His mouth dropped open as you rode him enthusiastically, feeling determined to reward him for coming all this way to track you down. Yeah, sure, for a moment, it was concerning, but now, you simply didn't care that three strangers had found your hotel room and now crashed with you.

Nothing mattered when this deliriously delicious cock was inside you.

"Jesus!" Tangerine moaned, hands to your hips to help you move, but it seemed the years in your youth as an equestrian was truly paying off. Call it muscle memory, but years after mastering the posting trot and the correct canter diagonal, you were riding Tangerine as if you'd drop dead if you didn't. And he felt it, he felt all of it. "Yeah, you're too good at this," he groaned, "so fuckin' good - Goddamnit - fuck me. Just like that, love, keep going - fuck, I'm right there."

You smirked, pushing his neck back so we was pinned to the wall now, his eyes locked with yours, mouth agape, your breasts bouncing with vigor. You squeaked when Tangerine braced his feet, his own hips thrusting up into you to match your movements; adding to both your mounting pleasures as the shower created a cloud of steam around you both in a welcomed lung-choking heat.

You honestly didn't mean to, but the absolute gut-wrecking pleasure you felt was enough for you to moan in Tangerine's ear, "Daddy."

It seemed the right word as Tangerine groaned in an echo, thrusting faster to the point you couldn't keep up. You could only moan, groan, squeak, cry-out as he jackhammered up into you - something that made Lemon and Ladybug exchange looks, gather their things, and rush back over to their adjoining room to leave you both a fraction of privacy.

"Yeah, tell Daddy how good it is," he seethed in your ear, opening his mouth, and biting down on your neck; hand tightly wound in your hair.

"So good."

"How good?"

"Too good, Daddy, please," you sobbed, braced on his shoulders and chest as his arms held you tight to let him thrust with abandon. "Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God, yes, yes, yes," you praised, your orgasm rushing higher and higher to a new height. "Fuck," you moaned in his ear, "need this cock everyday. Went three days without, felt like I was losing my fucking mind."

"Feelin's mutual, love, so fuckin' mutual," he agreed, his cock swelling, "just needed t'get here, find yah again. Shit, fuck," he looked to where you were conjoined, praising, "gonna need yah home address - ain't no way we're goin' without one another, huh? Hey?"

"Yes, yes, yes," you squeaked, "there - there - there!"

His thumb pressed to your clit and you were done for. Grinding and humping into his hips, you crashed over the other side of your orgasm; feeling mildly limp as you slumped against his shoulder, letting Tangerine thrust a few more times.

"YES!" He shouted your name through clenched teeth, holding you with a vice grip as he bottomed out, balls contracting, squirting his full load inside you with shuddering breaths.

"Oh, my God," you sniffled, holding onto him as your legs were spent and you knew, the odds of you moving any time soon were slim to none.

"Yeah," Tangerine chuckled, leaning back to the wall as he panted; keeping hold of you. "Yah all right, love?"

"Uh-huh," you breathed, still absentminded.

"Yeah," he mused, pecking below your ear. "Just what the doctor ordered, huh?"

"Think the doctor would want your wound closed," you slowly sat off him, looking to the bloody hole and frowning as you pet around the irritated skin. He winced gently, making you frown, "Let's go, love, you need this tended to."

Only, when you dismounted, his cock flopping out of you once released, you tried to find your feet but only found the floor.

"C'mon, love, you just sit," he sighed, scooping you up and switching spots. He set you on the bench, stood, rinsed off under the water, readjusted the stream so it hit you a little better as he lathered conditioner into his curls with one arm.

"You're supposed to leave it sit for a bit," you tisked when he washed the conditioner out; shaking his curls.

"'S all right, still does the job."

"Your girlfriends never taught you haircare?"

He cleared his throat, looking a bit sheepish as he avoided your eyes. "Never really had one outside of secondary school. Job doesn't make dating the easiest, yeah?"

You furrowed your brows gently, then nodded, "Okay, well, just means you've room to learn, right?"

"Yeah, sure. You gonna teach me, love?" He mused, slicking his hair back in the water before shutting it off; wringing a few strands out.

"Why not?" You smiled. "But you gotta teach me something in return."

"Hmm? What's that you wanna learn?"

"How to shoot a gun."

He offered you a long look, seemingly skeptical. You accepted his hand and got from the bench, squeezing when the weight of your body made them tremble lightly. Stepping out, you both dried off with towels as he offered, "Why d'you think I know how to shoot a gun?"

"Tellin' me that Ladybug fellow is the only one? That's fine, I can ask him," you quipped, making him instantly respond,

"Nah, nah, nah, nah, don't do all that, I'll teach yah, love."

You smiled softly, wrapping your hair in a towel and approaching him - still naked. "Thank you," you whispered, kissing his lips in a soft, sweeping motion that made him hum in the back of his throat and reach for your bare arsecheek. "Now, c'mon, let's get you stitched up before you go startin' something you can't finish."

"You met me, love? I always finish," he gave a cheeky squeeze.

"Mhm, might be the last time, too, with this blood loss. Huh?"

He relented in a head nod and wrapped the towel around his hips, watching you shrug on a fluffy white robe and tie the sash. He took your hand, laced your fingers together, and exited the bathroom - only to come to a shocking halt.

There was blood trailed all over the room, medical supplies strewn around, and several food wrappers. "Told yah, love," Tangerine sighed.

"It's okay," you smiled, "they'll clean it."

"You're so sure?"

"I'm very persuasive," you eased. "C'mon, sit," you ushered him back to the bloodied sofa, figuring damage was already done and anymore blood wouldn't make much of a difference. You grabbed whatever material you could, snapping on rubber gloves and taking a deep breath. "Ready?" You asked Tangerine.

"One more kiss and you can have at it," he sighed, leaning in until you met him happily; offering several swipes of his tongue before resting his forehead on your own.

"It'll sting for a bit," you warned, holding the bottle of alcohol.

"C'mon, darlin', 's all right, I can handle - OH! FUCKS SAKE!" He cursed when you poured the disinfectant over his bullet wound.

In the next room, Ladybug and Lemon shared a look before snickering as if two juvenile boys at a sleepover. And honestly? Spot the difference.

requesting rules and masterlist

Bullet Train masterlist

[star-angelluv]

authors note: hellooo! someone had requested for a soft nate jacobs piece and the draft got deleted so if u were that person i am so sorry but I hope this finds you! :) also I’m so sorry for how long it’s taking me to make these I’ll try to post as consistent as possible! Pls enjoy this one in the meantime!

Tenderness is a Virtue.

The reminiscing air of what was left of summer flew through your window with a soft sound.

Closing your textbook, you let out a small sigh of relief. Wanting to get enough hours of sleep before class the following day, you shifted your body and let it finally be at ease.

Though none of it lasted long.

The soft ping of your phone rang through the room and its soft light luminated a tiny section of your bedroom ceiling.

Groaning softly you moved your body to scan the screen.

“Wyd?.” -nate

You stared at the message for a moment, but ultimately settled that you were to answer him back in the morning as you moved back to your previous position.

Again, it didn’t last long before your phone rang softly.

Letting out a nosier groan this time, you moved to answer the phone ready with an irked greeting to whom you knew was on the other line.

“I’m outside.” Was the first and only thing he said in a soft hurried voice before he hung up.

Agitated and incredibly confused you quickly put on a pair of slippers and looked outside your bedroom window.

From there, you spotted Nate’s truck parked right infront of your house.

Grabbing your phone you dialed him back.

He picked up on the first ring.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” We’re the first words you spoke to him that night.

“Well hello to you to moody.” Was what he said and you swore you could hear a smirk in his words.

“Nate it’s 2 in the morning, why the hell are you here-“

“Alright, Jesus fucking Christ calm down a bit, yeah?”

You groaned softly for what seemed like the tenth time of the night.

“Just trust me alright? And get your ass down here, the foods getting cold.” There was the shit eating grin in his voice again.

Your annoyance shifted into curiosity and by the time you were to respond he had hung up.

Grabbing a hoodie and carefully moving to the front door as to not wake your parents, you reached the front door and stepped outside.

Running carefully to his truck you reached the passenger door and opened it.

“Hi.” Was the only thing he said as he watched your soft gaze fall onto the objects in the passenger seat.

Your gaze shifted to meet his eyes, “hey.”

“You gonna come in or are you gonna stand there looking at me like that?” He asked with a soft teasing tone in his voice.

Hesitantly you exhaled softly.

“I don’t know Nate, there’s class tomorrow and I can’t risk not sleeping just because you decided to go on a joy ride.” You said in a slightly annoyed as he took it all in meanwhile you rambled.

“And even if I wanted to, if my parents see that I’m not home they’ll ground me-”

“Please?”

You turned your eyes to stare at his soft expression.

“I know it’s late as shit right now and I’m sorry for waking you up but I really need you right now, so if you could just get in the fucking car please.” He said in a pitiful tone.

Part of you felt a slight sense to be there for him, and the other small fraction felt like slamming the car door shut.

With a resigned sigh you slid into the passenger seat.

He smiled softly at you as you buckled your seatbelt.

“Thank you.” He whispered afraid his voice would break the brittle silence between you two.

You turned to him and nodded softly, a silent reassurance.

“So where are wo going?” You asked.

“It’s a surprise.” He said grinning and starting the car.

“Nate.” You groaned his name softly and scrunched your nose at his words.

“Nope, not telling you, but relax alright? All you have to do is sit your pretty little butt in that seat.” He said still grinning and teasing.

You shook your head smiling softly and leaning back into your seat.

———

After a short drive, he turned onto a side street, then another, weaving through the city until you reached a small, secluded rooftop parking lot with a stunning view of the city skyline. Nate parked the car and turned to you, eyes softening as he looked at you.

“Come on,” he said, his voice gentler than usual as he hopped out of the car. You followed, your curiosity growing as he opened the trunk and pulled out a small basket.

He caught your confused expression and offered a quiet smile. "Trust me," he said, guiding you to the edge of the rooftop where he spread out a blanket on the cool concrete.

"Picnic on the roof?" you asked, a bit surprised by the thoughtfulness behind it.

"Picnic on the roof," he confirmed, carefully unpacking the basket. He handed you a sandwich, his fingers brushing against yours briefly, and you noticed how deliberate and careful his movements were.

“Thank you.” You whispered sweetly.

He nods softly with a small smile on his face. “I know we’ve been tiring yourself out lately so I wanted to do something for us, figured we could use a break even if it’s just a night,” he admitted dropping normal smug tone to a more tender one towards you.

You couldn’t help but smile at the thought of him planing this all out.

“This is really nice, thank you,” you said, your heart warming.

His lips pulled upwards into an adoring smile, “I’m glad, I was worried you were going to think it was dumb or something.”

You shook your head softly as you bit into the sandwich.

You both ate and fell into conversation, chatting about everything from school to football.

“You know we have a game next Friday,” he spoke.

You nodded your head, “yeah, I heard. Biggest game of the year right?”

“Yeah,” he replied, his voice a bit softer than usual.

He paused for a moment as to decide how to say his next words. “You should come.”

You blinked, a bit surprised. “To the game?”

He nodded, looking almost shy for a moment, a side of Nate you weren’t used to seeing.

There was something in his tone, a quiet sincerity that made your chest tighten a little. “Really?” you asked, wanting to make sure you hadn’t misunderstood.

“Yeah,” he said, his eyes meeting yours. “It’d be nice to have someone there who... who actually cares, you know?”

You thought your heart would actually explode at that point hearing how he aches for you to be there.

“I’ll be there,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.”

He smiled, a genuine smile. Thanks, it’ll be nice seeing you in the stands instead of mad at me,” he says teasingly.

You shook your head softly and laughed softly, “you’re horrible,” you said still shaking your head and hiding the soft tint that rose to your cheeks.

———

Pulling up to your house and turning off the engine, Nate turned to you, the soft radio music filling the space.

You smiled softly at him and reached to open the car door to exit but turned to look at him with a soft smile.

“You know you can’t just show up to my house and make me a picnic every time we fight,” you said softly and teasingly.

He smiled softly and reached to cup your cheek to bring your face towards him.

“I know,” he said in a whisper as your faces were inches apart.

“But,” he said as he got closer.

“There’s always painting, museums, a movie, and I suppose if everything else fails I’ll just do this,” he said as his gaze fell to your lips while he held both your cheeks softly and pulled them so your lips met his.

The kiss was soft and tender, no lust, just you and him.

As you pulled away softly you peck right below his lip lightly.

“You’re dumb,” you said in a whisper tone.

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be sweet girl.” He said with an adoring smile.

[thetriumphantpanda]

I’m begging and on my knees🧎‍♀️ drunk make-up sex with Javier Peña with a dash of angst please

Have a nice day!

Anon, I see you on your knees. You can get up now because here you go! Thank you so much for sending this in, I hope you love it!

Pairing | Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word Count| 1.8k

Warnings | Explicit, 18+ Minors DNI. Not many warnings for this one apart from alcohol consumption, a dash of angst, Javi begging for forgiveness on his knees (Translation, oral sex (f) receiving) and unprotected PiV sex.

Part of my 1k Smut Sensation Celebration - if you want in, check here for details - I’m accepting requests through July 15th.

The empty bottle of wine on the coffee table is taunting you, just like the unopened second bottle of wine in your fridge is taunting you as well. The phone in the entryway is also doing a pretty good job of taunting you, begging you pick it up, dial his number and apologise, even though this had been all his fault. You sigh, pushing yourself up from the couch to go and retrieve the second bottle of wine from the fridge. Maybe another glass or two would be enough to knock you out so you didn’t feel the need to pick up the phone. 

You’re pouring the white liquid into your glass when there’s a soft knock at your door. For a moment, you consider ignoring it, thinking it’s probably only going to be your neighbour, knocking on your door for the third time this week because he’d forgotten an essential ingredient for dinner or wanted to complain about where you’d parked your car. You were likely to explode at him, so you take a large sip of the wine, wincing as it burns down your throat, your own fault for picking the cheapest option you could find, and take the glass and the new bottle to the couch. 

There’s another knock at the door, this time more insistent. You grumble, all you want is be left alone to wallow in your self-pity, so curse whoever this was that wouldn’t let you do that. In hindsight, you should have looked through the peephole in your door to check who it was that was disturbing you, but instead, you yank it open with a frustrated ‘what?!’ to be met with none other than Javier Peña. 

He's taken back by the venom in your words, swaying slightly as he steps back with his hands raised in surrender like he’s scared you might strangle him. It takes your alcohol-fogged brain a few seconds to realise he’s just as drunk as you are.

“Are you drunk?!” You exclaim, voice louder than intended because of the wine coursing through your veins. 

“Might be,” He shrugs, a lot calmer than you are when you’ve had a drink, “Think you might be as well.” He’s peering into your apartment, pointing a finger at the two bottles of wine on the table. 

“Jesus Christ,” You mumble, leaning forward to grab the collar of his leather jacket to drag him into your home, “Get in here before I get a noise complaint.” 

“Never worried much about those before, hermosa.” He grins as you shut the door behind him. 

“Shut up and sit down,” You demand, pointing to the couch, “What the hell are you even doing here?” 

This is when his exterior changes. Gone is that bravado and confidence you’re used to, that attracted you to him in the first place, replaced with aa nervous energy and a shifting in his seat. He leans over, picks up your wine glass and takes a hefty drink of it. 

“I miss you.” Is all he says. 

“Miss me?” You scoff, folding your arms over your chest, “You’re the one who left, Javier.”

“I did it to keep you safe.” He mutters. 

“Safe?” You ask, “Nothing about this fucking place is safe, Javier, you leaving probably did the opposite.” 

“I wasn’t talking about Colombia, querida,” He sighs, “I was talking about me.” 

You’re stunned into silence for a moment. If there was one thing you knew about Javier Peña, it was that this man in front of you, though capable of hurting most people, would never lay a finger on you. He’d never hurt you, apart from breaking your heart two weeks ago when he left without a word and didn’t bother calling. 

“I don’t…” You start, not being able to find the right words through the brain fog, “I don’t understand.” 

He’s standing now, walking slowly towards you to test the water as he speaks, “I’m not good at this,” He begins, “I’m not good at falling, I know I can’t be the man that you want me to be, the man I know you see when you look at me with your beautiful eyes,” He’s so close to you now, palm of his hand cupping your cheek, “I was only ever going to break your heart, hermosa, I just did it before it was too late.” 

“Then why are you here, Javi?” Your voice falters, head tilting into the warmth of his hand. 

“Because I can’t stay away,” He murmurs, “I want to be that man for you, I want to be better, I want to give you everything, to make you happy, God I want to try,” His face is inches from yours, you can feel hiss breath fanning across your cheeks, “Will you let me?” 

You don’t answer, instead, you push yourself up onto your tiptoes, wrap your arms around his neck and catch his lips with yours. He moves forward, pressing the breadth of his body against yours, one arm wrapping around your back to pull you even closer to him. You run your tongue along his plump bottom lip and groan when his mouth opens for you. It’s messy and it’s desperate and you’re both trying to drink each other in as much as possible. You because you’re scared he might pull away and leave again. Javi because he’s worried you’ll come to your senses and kick him out, just like he deserves. 

You taste the multitude of whiskey on his tongue, mixing with the taste of smoke from his cigarettes. It’s a heady mix and you’d missed it. You’re whining when he pulls away from you, trying to drag his face back to yours because you don’t think you ever want to be without his lips on yours again, but he’s dropping to his knees in front of you, and suddenly you don’t mind so much. 

“Forgive me?” He breathes, hooking his fingers into the band of your sleep shorts, dragging them down your legs to pool at your ankles, “Forgive me, hermosa.” 

Your hands are tangling in his hair, fingers running through the wayward locks. His mouth is so close to your core you can feel the heat of his breath fanning over your skin. He uses one of his wide palms to push gently at your stomach, leaning you back against the wall. Then, he takes hold of one your thighs, moving your legs to drape over his shoulder, the other firmly planted on the ground to keep you upright. 

You look down at him and he’s looking up at you, devilish grin painted across his face. He keeps his brown eyes locked with your own as his tongue flicks out and licks a perfect, wide stripe, up the seam of your pussy. Your head tilts back, hitting the wall behind you as a gasp leaves your lips when he does it again, this time letting his tongue dip between your folds to worship at your clit. 

You can feel his free hand spreading you for him, then his tongue is swirling fully over your clit and you’re crying out his name into the dark, tugging the hand that is tangled in his hair as you grind your pussy into his face. 

Javi could take you apart with military precision. In the span of a few short months, he’d managed to learn the exact movements of his tongue and fingers to get you off in record time. You can tell that this man is desperate to be inside you because his fingers are sliding through your slick and pushing into you with a ferocity you’re not used to. He’s relentless in his pace, curling his fingers up into you, hitting the spot that makes you sing, whilst his tongue is working quick flicks around your clit. 

“Fuck-” You groan, legs shaking as Javi has your hurtling towards the edge, “Fucking missed this.” 

His mouth pulls from your aching cunt just long enough to speak up at you, “Let go for me hermosa,” His wet mouth presses a kiss to your inner thigh, fingers still working in and out of you, “Come on my mouth.” 

His lips envelop your clit, there’s the pressure of sucking, the pressure of his fingers deep in your pussy, and the feeling of the tip of his tongue still running tight circles over your clit. Combine it all and you’ve got his name falling from your lips, orgasm slamming into you as Javi’s hands fly to your hips to keep you upright, mouth still working your clit through the aftershocks. 

Once he’s sure you’re not going to crumble to a heap on the floor, he’s standing, undoing his belt and tearing it through the belt loops in one motion. He unzips his jeans and pulls them down just enough to free his cock, before his hands are reaching around to pull you up. You wrap your legs around his waist whilst he pins you to the wall. His thick cock is buried inside you in one, swift thrust, and he doesn’t give you the usual time to adjust to him before he’s rutting into you, your back hitting the wall with every thrust. 

“I’m sorry,” He whispers into your ear, tip of his nose running along your jawline as he peppers kisses across your skin, “I’m sorry, hermosa,” His teeth are worrying at different inches of skin, biting and sucking until he leaves marks before soothing them with kisses, “Tell me you forgive me.” 

Your pussy is throbbing with every hard thrust he makes; you can feel yourself clenching around him. Your hands are gripping at his shoulders through the leather of his jacket and the angle of your position means he’s going to push you over the edge a second time. There is no way you couldn’t forgive this man in this moment. 

“Always,” You moan, “Always forgive you Javi,” Your hips are grinding down into his own to meet his thrusts, “Just don’t leave me again.” 

He leans his head forward, resting it to your forehead as he continues to fuck you, “Can feel you,” He mumbles, “Feel you getting tight for me, come with me?” 

You let out a high-pitched squeal at his words, as he picks up the speed. Neither of you are going to last long. It’s you that finishes first, fingernails dragging along the leather of his shoulders, your throbbing cunt clenching around his thick cock, which is all it takes for him to join you. You revel in the sound of your name falling from his lips as he fills you up. 

He manages to hold you up long enough to move you both back to the couch. He sits down, you still straddling his hips, as he brushes the hair from your face. His lips kiss at every inch of skin they can find along your face and neck whilst you catch your breath, “I truly am sorry, hermosa,” He speaks softly once you’ve recovered enough to look at him, “And I’ll spend as long as I need to proving that to you.” 

[spitefulbull]

Incorrect Quotes Game

Thanks for the tag @mk-writes-stuff! Been dying to do these lol

Rules: generate some incorrect quotes here for your OCs.

Going to go with my WIP Chains of Allegiance (yes I finally named my unnamed WIP 😭)

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Bo, at Starbucks: Can I get a venti vanilla latte with um, seven espresso shots. Fen, in line behind them: Jesus Christ, just do cocaine.

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Bo, to Kris: When was the last time you let someone hug you? Kris: *thinking* Kris: 2012. Ember: 2012…? Kris: Yeah. I almost died and it really freaked Evie out so I let them hug me.

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Bo, gesturing to Ember: Fen, look what you did! You made Mom upset! Kris: Mom, please don’t cry, we’re sorry! Fen: I’m sorry Mom... :( Ember, near tears: I DON’T REMEMBER GIVING BIRTH TO ANY OF YOU!

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Ember: What’s wrong? You look 10 seconds away from ripping someone’s throat out. Kris: Fucking Evie and Bo were trying to invoke one of the minor gods again last night. I didn't get an ounce of sleep, thanks to their bloody chanting.

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Bo: Why are you smiling? Kris: What? I can’t just be happy? Ember: Fen tripped and fell in the parking lot.

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Evie: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons! Fen: Bet you I can! Ember: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper*

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This was fun ^-^

No-pressure tags: @tildeathiwillwrite @cowboybrunch @gottestod-writes @illarian-rambling and anyone else who'd like to join <3

[honeyoru]

resonance (steve harrington x superpower! reader) chapter four

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Thursday, November 1

It wasn't surprising that Hopper was gone when you padded out of the bedroom much later than usual the next afternoon.

The panic from the night before kept you awake long after you heard him rustling around in the early hours of the morning, and it was only after a moment of bleary confusion that you noticed El wasn’t home either. Yawning, you assumed she was out back and went to make a pot of coffee, thinking of the decision you'd stewed over all night.

I'm gonna leave today. You took a sip of the steaming mug of Folgers with a grimace at the taste, opening the door to feel the crisp air outside. But I need to say goodbye to El first.

“El?” you called when you stepped onto the grass, the boots you’d shoved your feet into crunching on fallen leaves. Peering around the yard, you didn’t see the girl, and that’s when your panic began. 

Calling her name again, you cursed at the silence that followed, hurriedly going back inside. Where could she be? You bit your lip. There was no way she would’ve gone outside alone, right? She wouldn’t.

You thought Hopper liked you, too. That little bitter voice inside of you taunted. What makes you think you really know them?

Setting your mug down on the dining table, you went to the phone on the wall, dialing Joyce’s phone number anxiously.

“Come on!” You shouted. A fourth beeping tone answered you before you looked at the clock, noting that she was probably picking Will up from school. 

Your hand ran through your hair, pushing it out of your hair frantically. Maybe El was with Hopper. You highly doubted it, and surged ahead to punch in the Hawkins Police Station’s number, clearing your throat when you heard a woman answer the phone. “Hello. Can I speak with Chief Hopper?” 

“Sorry hon,” the woman responded. “Chief’s been out since this morning. He should be back in the office tomorrow morning. Want to leave a message?”

Fuck. You sighed. "No thank you." 

“Where the fuck is she?” you groaned, thinking back to the creature you saw last night. Determinedly, you went to sit on the floor in front of the couch. You hadn’t visited your void in a while but reached it easily, aimlessly walking around the vast darkness while focusing on finding El. This is the easiest way, you told yourself, fighting a shiver at the unsettled feeling you always had while here.

A swirl appeared around you. Two unfamiliar voices rang out. 

“Okay, you're making me dizzy!” a boy’s voice said, begrudgingly letting out a chuckle. “Please just stop.”

A red-haired girl was skating around a sullen boy in what looked like a school gym.

Christ, you nearly scoffed. Is this Hawkins Middle School?  It looked practically the same as when you attended it. 

“I'll stop when I join your party!” 

Walking towards them in an inch or so of water, you scoped out the gym for El, knowing she was here somewhere in the flesh, spying like a creep.

“Come on, just stop,” the boy laughed a little. 

“No way,” the girl grinned. “It's a simple question. Am I in or out?” 

She was suddenly yanked off the skateboard with enough force that made you narrow your eyes. “El!” you yelled, still looking for her while the kids’ conversation continued in the background, not privy to the two girls eavesdropping. “You little shit! I know you can hear me!” 

“Jesus! Are you alright?” the boy asked, his previously snarky behavior absent.

“Yeah,” she winced, standing up with his help. “I think so. It was like a magnet or something pulled on my board,” she laughed. “I know, I sound crazy.” 

You noticed the boy’s face shift, and he looked around towards the door leading outside. 

A door that had a window. 

“El?” he whispered, making you gasp. Was this Mike?

“Guys…” A static-filled voice echoed throughout the gym. “I found him.” 

That was your cue to leave, irritation prickling through you when you abruptly left the void. Opening your eyes, you screamed at the sight in front of you. Hopper was standing steps away with his hands on his hips. 

“Fucking hell, Hopper!” you jerked back. 

“Language,” he muttered. “Where is she?"

Rubbing your eyes, you snorted at the man, knowing he was about to be royally pissed off. “I know where she just was. The middle school.” 

"What? What is she doing there?" He shouted, the shade of red his face was accustomed to darkening just a tad. “You just, what?” he waved his hand around. “Let her waltz out the front door?”

Indignation filled you. “Are you joking?” you laughed without humor. “She wasn’t here when I woke up and I assumed she was with you or Joyce. I tried calling both of you and was just hunting her down in my void before you came in.”

“Why weren’t you awake when I left?” he barked, shuffling around anxiously. “You’re always up early, and she was still here before I went to work this morning.”

You inhaled, trying to tamp down your anger. “I’m allowed to sleep in every once and a while, Hopper. It was a late night for me.”

“What were you doing?”

“What's it matter to you?” You narrowed your eyes. Standing up, you crossed your arms defensively. "I’m just a stranger to you anyways, right? It’s nothing you need to worry about.” 

He groaned, a flicker of remorse appearing on his face. “Kid, listen, I’msorry for that. I didn’t mean it, and I was planning on apologizing to you both today before the younger kid decided to go into town and undo most of the work I’ve done in hiding her the past year in just a couple of hours.”

You looked at him, clocking just how exhausted he seemed. There was a subtle tremor in his hands as well. 

He’s scared.  

Hating that you had to be the emotionally mature one in this situation, you rolled your eyes. “We’ll deal with this later, let's just find her first.”

The front door getting thrown open was perfectly timed. A very pissed-off El stomped inside, pausing at the sight of you two. 

After subtly scanning to make sure she wasn’t hurt, Hopper pointed at the girl, his previous fear evaporating completely. You braced yourself.

“Friends don't lie,” he yelled. “Isn't that your bullshit saying?” 

Looking like the very definition of a pissy teenager, El ignored him completely, choosing instead to walk past you towards your room. 

"Hey!" Hopper’s eyes bulged out of his head. “Don't walk away from me! How’d you like your little field trip today?” He followed her, continuing to pester her in a way that you knew would only end badly. “Did you go see Mike?” 

She stopped, tension radiating off of her rigid posture. “He didn’t see me.”

The man scoffed. “Yeah, well, that mother and her daughter did and they called the cops, who now think we have a Russian spy running around town. Did anyone else see you?”

El groaned childishly. “No!” 

“Do you realize how stupid that was? We were worried about you. You put us all in danger!” 

The girl let out a scream, stomping and facing Hopper. “It’s not fair!” she finally cried. “I never leave. My life is boring!”

“Boo-hoo! You stay safe!” Hopper yelled back. 

“You’re lying!” she spat. 

You were uncomfortable.

His eyebrows raised incredulously. “I don’t lie! I do everything for you, and all I ask is that you follow my rules. Which,” he scoffed. “You can’t even do! So you know what?” 

She glared at him. “What?” 

"You're grounded!” he pointed at her, walking to the kitchen to grab the boxes of frozen waffles out of the fridge. “That means no Eggos,” he said, throwing the boxes you had just bought into the trash. Rude. “...and no TV for a week!” He went to unplug the television, tugging at the set that didn’t seem to budge.

You shifted, clocking El’s focused stare at the TV. Oh shit.

“All right, knock it off. Let go.” 

She shook her head, a trail of red dripping from her nose. "No."

Bending over to yank at the furniture again, Hopper groaned. “Okay fine,” he huffed. “Two weeks.”

At her refusal, he went to try yet again. “A month.”

Her frown sank lower and she shook her head.

"Congratulations." He unplugged the television. “You just graduated from no TV for a month to no TV at all!”

“NO!” she screamed, frantically hurrying to the TV to try and turn it back on. 

You blinked at the scene. Should I just… go to my room?

“El,” Hopper exhaled tiredly. “You have got to understand that there are consequences to your actions.” 

"You!" Yelling in frustration, she spun around to him. “You are like Papa!” 

Oh, you were very uncomfortable. You inched towards the bedroom.

“Really? I’m like that psychotic son of a bitch?” he scoffed, masking his genuine hurt at the comment. “What, you wanna go back to the lab? One phone call, and I can make it happen.” 

You eyed the doorway. Nearly there.

She sniffed, tears finally streaming down her face. “I hate you!” 

“I’m not too crazy about you either, kid. You know why?” he asked, grabbing the dictionary he used for El’s lessons off the coffee table. “Cause you’re acting like a toddler. T-O-D-D-L-E-R. Why don’t you look it up? I bet the definition is just a picture of you.” He tossed it at her, stilling when she used her powers to freeze it in mid-air.

Pausing in your escape effort, you couldn't help but say something. “El,” you stated calmly, hoping this wouldn’t escalate further. “Don’t.” 

Her face was tense, and the glare she managed to send back at you before chucking the book at Hopper was even harsher. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” the man screamed after dodging it.

You didn’t know what to do. Mending a relationship wasn't exactly something Melissa taught you how to do. 

Wincing as El slammed your bedroom door shut, you realized there wasn’t much you could do. While your presence certainly helped El quell some of the loneliness being stuck in the cabin caused, she had still been alone for most of the days for the past year. 

And while your heart squeezed at the emotions you knew she had to be feeling as you raised your hand to shield yourself and Hopper from the glass that sprayed at you when she shattered all the windows from a single scream, you couldn’t help but be reminded of just how young the girl really was. 

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Friday, November 2

The next morning found you staring sadly down at your poor excuse for a cup of coffee, once again reminiscing on the delicious, sugar-filled concoctions you had in the future. Liquid coffee creamer wasn’t invented yet, it seemed, and you didn’t know when you’d be reunited with the sweet taste of artificial hazelnut. 

“Pour enough sugar in there?” Hopper mumbled as he stepped over broken glass to the front door, a considerable lack of bite in his tone. He'd just finished boarding up the windows.

You didn’t help him, still hurt over the words he’d shot at you the days before. Your hand gripped the mug tighter, hoping to siphon the warmth to combat the chilly air the broken windows had let in. “You look like shit.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, pausing to walk back towards your room where you knew El was listening. 

Clearing his throat, he leaned his hand against the door. “Hey kid, listen,” he began. You hoped he could at least muster a sincere apology to the girl, maybe then El would think about apologizing too. “Um, about last night… I uh,” he paused, throwing a helpless look back at you. 

Raising your mug to take a sip, you gestured for him to continue. 

He scratched his neck. “I want this place cleaned up by the time I get back,” he finally stated, dropping his head at his execution. “Then maybe I’ll think about fixing the TV, you hear me?” 

Ignoring your disapproving glance, he sighed, grabbed his hat, and left.

Shaking your head, you took another sip with a grimace. Shitty ass coffee. “He’s gone.” 

The door creaked open, El’s curls popping out as she carefully peered at you through swollen eyes. 

“There,” you pointed at the shoes next to the room. “Put them on so your feet don’t get cut.” 

She thanked you quietly, shuffling over to get the broom and begin cleaning. You stood, deciding to abandon your coffee to help. Tilting your head at the fallen bookshelf, it rose with ease, sliding back to its place against the wall. “It’s easier than lifting it,” you defended yourself when El rose an eyebrow at you. “Work smarter, not harder.” 

She cracked a smile, continuing to sweep the broken shards without comment. 

You sighed. 

El’s sudden gasp interrupted your internal monologue, reminiscing on an old episode of SpongeBob. “You good?” 

"A door. There's a door on the floor."

Puzzled, you turned around, finding the girl crouched down fixated on, sure enough, a handle on the ground that the couch had previously been covering. “That’s weird.” 

You squatted next to her, sharing a look before you both stood up to move the box that covered it. She raised a hand to the door, sending it flying open. 

After tossing a flashlight down into the hole, the two of you leaned in, hanging upside down to get a better look. You ignored the ringing phone in the kitchen.

“Whoa,” you shone the light on a handful of dusty boxes. “Did you know these were down here?” 

“No,” El replied, staring hard at a particular box in the corner. You squinted at it, reading the faded “HAWKINS LAB” label upside down. Nodding when she asked you to pull it towards you, you handed the flashlight to her before quickly summoning it into your hands. Swinging back up, you tossed it on the ground and clapped the dust off. 

She wasted no time in throwing off the lid, eagerly rummaging through the papers until she froze at a particular headline. You looked through the box too, stealing a glance at what she was reading. T

“TERRY IVES CLAIMS CHILD WAS STOLEN” wasn’t hard to miss, and with El’s wobbly lip you’d hazard a guess that this was someone close to her. “El?” you gently nudged her. “What is it?” 

“Papa.” She had a faraway gaze about her, and you realized she was holding a photo of two people. “The void,” she said faintly. “I-I need to see something.” 

“Want me to come with you?” 

Shaking her head, she gripped the photo tightly and marched over to get her blindfold. She looked at the television set remorsefully. It was always easier for her to enter her void with white noise. 

“Let me help. Want to enter my void and then jump from there?” you asked, knowing it’d be easier for her. “Like a piggyback?”

“Piggyback?” she repeated. 

“It’s like when you ride on someone’s back,” you explained.  

She nodded. You crossed your legs, holding your hands out for her to grasp. “Ready?”

“Yes.”

And with that, you closed your eyes. 

You opened them when you felt the familiar thin layer of water beneath your bare feet, bidding El farewell as she disappeared just as quickly as you’d arrived. After you swiftly exited your void you stood up, choosing to continue cleaning while El did whatever she was doing. You also continued to ignore the phone, which had rang two more times.

She was silent for about ten minutes before she started to cry. “Mama!” she screamed, making you drop your broom. Ripping the blindfold off with a gasp, she heaved, sobbing harshly into your arms when you ran over to her.

“El, what happened?” 

“He lied!” she cried. “About Mama! I saw her,” she pointed at the article, which had a grainy photo of a woman printed. “That’s her,” she wailed. “I know it’s her. And she’s… alive. She saw me.” 

“She saw you?” You squeezed her tightly. 

After a few minutes of crying, she settled down, mumbling against your shirt. “I want to go see her. I need to.”  

“Um, El,” you said. “I’m not sure we can. Do you even know where she lives?” 

“I have powers,” El sassed you, her curls bouncing on her head. “And not ‘we,’ I'm going alone.”

“I’m sorry,” you laughed disbelievingly, pushing her back to look into her big brown eyes. “No way, dude! You think I’m just gonna let you go off alone to find her? Hopper would actually kill me!” 

“I don’t care about him, he lied to me!” She scowled. “I’m going.” Straightening her spine, she held her head up. “And you won’t stop me.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What, you think I’m gonna fight you or something?”

She clenched her jaw. Jesus.  

“El, I’m not gonna fight you!” you yelled before wiping a hand down your face. “Fuck, well, at least let me take a shower first, I stink.” 

Blinking, she nodded. “Then… we fight?” 

You rolled your eyes. “I wanna look my best when I meet your mom.” At her surprised face, you laughed. “I still think we should tell Hopper first. But,” you added when she glared again. “I get it. And it’s only eight in the morning. We have plenty of time to be back before he’s home.” You stood, starting to head to the bathroom. “Get dressed, okay? I’ll be quick.”

“Kay,” she agreed quietly, still looking down. 

“Hey,” you paused and walked back to her, leaning down to her level. “I can’t pretend to know how this feels, but I’m here for you. And Hopper…” she met your concerned gaze with a hard look.  “Well, he cares a lot about you. I don’t think he would’ve hid this to hurt your feelings.” 

“Friends don’t lie.” 

“They shouldn’t,” you agreed. “But he must have had a reason, right?” 

She looked at you sharply. “No. Friends don’t lie. Ever.”

You sighed, choosing to not argue with her. “What if you don’t like what you find when you see her?” 

"Then I'll deal with it," she responded, looking much older than the child she was.

You swallowed and nodded, heading into the bathroom. 

“We need more shampoo” you called out ten minutes later, towel-drying your hair. “El?”

Silence answered you. 

Immediately you dropped the towel. A note lay on the coffee table. 

“God dammit,” you snarled, rushing over to pick it up. 

"This is something I need to do this alone. Please don’t try to find me."

“Fuck!” you yelled, cursing as you tore through the cabin for your shoes. Don’t try to find me, you scoffed, pulling on your boots. Yeah, right.

[soombee]

When the sun hits .. — 17. human scum (written)

hey guys guess who’s back..

warnings ⚠️ — stalker ex bf ( weirdo 😒 )

wordcount ‼️— 1029 / 1.2k wrds

__ seven - eleven ( 1:58 pm )

beep beep — the noise sounded strangely familiar..

you firstly walked over to the chip aisle, looking for something savory you two could munch on. (ouu u a munch 🙈)

“ermm.. what should i buy..” you eyes wandered all over the shelves, looking for an appealing snack. no luck.

“nothing sounds or looks appetizing ..” you sulk, going thru your contacts to find the person who always came and confided in u ever since middle school.

the plan was supposed to be easy.. you go in the store, find snacks, then leave. you didn’t think you’d spend 20 whole minutes with nothing but your phone in hand and your wallet in your pocket.

ring.. ring.. ring.. waiting for him to pick up felt like an eternity.

“what” niki spoke slowly in a low, raspy voice

“dude, did you just wake up..” you check the time on your phone, 2:18 pm.

“and what about it, u got a problem w it ??” he sounds so hostile

“woahh i just asked a question, gang..” you scoff, “why are you so defensive” you say in a teasing tone.

beep beep — the door opened to an unpleasantly familiar face, that lame excuse for a human.

silence fills the air as you both face each other for the first time in god knows how long.

“yn..?? are you there?” the silence is deafening, “jesus fucking christ.” he mumbled as he hung up the phone.

“ynnie..” how dare he call you that after everything he’s done?

“dont call me that, dont ever think you deserve to say my name ever again.”

“can we talk please.” he seems to be desperate.

you look back at the selection of chips behind you.

a rough hand meets your arm from behind. turning around quickly, he flinched and took back his arm, “what the fuck do you want from me, Lee Jong suk.” (lets pretend hes not like old.. ☺️)

“i just wanna have a little talk.” he comes closer to you

“just say what you need to say, i bet its useless anyways.” you back away from him, “nothing useful ever comes out of your shit-hole mouth.”

he kept coming closer to you but you kept backing up. thud! you hit your head and backed into a corner, that was his fucking plan.

holding his hand out, he reached out to your face.

“jong suk.” you recognized the mans low voice

“..niki.” the scum turns around, “long time no see?”

as your childhood bestfriend drags your lowlife ex out the store, you dialed the police. you reported jong suk to the police after you accidentally stumbled upon his attic.

(flashback) — 10:37 am, monday

he always told you that the attic door was locked shut and that he couldn’t budge it in, you didnt think anything of it until you heard footsteps above his room. you gathered some tools you thought would help you open the door and waited till he went to work. jong suk worked a 9-5 job so you had plenty of time to try and open the attic.

it turns out it wasn’t that hard to open it, just needed s lil unscrewing and 20 minutes!

you opened the “abandoned attic” filled with pictures and information of girls your age. it was startling to know this side of your beloved jong suk.

you cautiously entered and wandered around the triangular room looking for clues on what the hell he made the room into.

what a fucking creep. —

you heard footsteps heading towards the bedroom, it seems like you lost track of time and stayed longer than you expected. you patted your pockets to look for your phone but it’s nowhere to be found, “oh my fucking god, i left it in the bedroom.” you run your hands thru your hair and scrunch it.

you carefully walked over, avoiding any creaking noises, to the computer near the erotic pictures of women, you felt disgusted.

time : 1:29 pm

wait, what the fuck.. why’s he home so early ? you started at the main screen Nd found a folder named ‘Huh Yun-jin.’

you were frightened by everything. the pictures, the folders, the information, and especially your boyfriend. You stood up and [bang!] knocked over a cup of pencils, you didn’t notice that it was there. the footsteps got louder and louder until it reached the attic door, you need to find a way to escape this psycho.

you looked around and found nothing but a window, your only exit. the attic door opened, jong suk grabbed your foot weakly and you managed to kick him down the ladder. you ran to the window and jumped, adrenaline was pumping throughout your veins, you didnt feel anything.

you ran to the nearest station and reported him for the criminal harassment of multiple women.

(which is like 3/4 years of prison idk 😣)

( end of flashback ☺️☺️ ) — 2:47 pm

“are you okay?” niki came back to comfort you

“yeah, but he just got my face dirty!!” you complained while looking at a mirror, “i just did my skin care + a mask and now he ruined ittt..” you say, sulking.

“bro.” he snickered, “just tell your millionaire boyfriend to take you to get a facial or something.”

he took your phone and dialed ‘soon to be malewife’ ; “what the hell is that contact name, noona..”

“hello?” even through the phone, jeongin’s voice was like an angels.

“hyung, your gf wants to go to a salon and do a facial.”

“yahh!! i never said that, he’s lying!” you snatch the phone out of niki’s hands.

jeongin giggles, “ill get you anything you want, just ask, okay?”

your jaw fell to the FLOOORRR. “im going to kiss u so bad, kys” niki cringed at your response.

“i love you too, what snacks u got so far?”

“oh.. abt that..” you both told him what happened (and who the guy is, duhh)

“what a fucking creep, i hope his balls slowly get eaten by a dog.” you and niki giggle at his response, “anyway, where do you guys wanna eat?? ill get you two food.”

(what a gentleman😢😢)

no hate to my bae jong suk 😢😢

<- || m.list || ->

[sacredsanguine]

voicemails: a vignette (modern marvels. joesme, modern mafia au.)

"Hey, angel - hope you've had a good day. I just wanted to let you know I won't be able to call tonight, some last minute business came up for after the after-party." A sigh crinkles over the low latency of the voice-mail message. "But there's a redeye back home - set dress in five! Music! - so I'll catch that and see you first thing tomorrow. Give Ember a kiss for me. Love you. I'll see you real soon."

Sharp tone. One and a half seconds.

"End of message. To replay this message, press one. To mark for deletion, press seven. To return the message sender's call, press -"

---

Faint strains of Borodin colour an irritated voice, strings barely scratching through a low but imperative timbre. To quote an old interviewer: a voice as smoky as his hair, glistening with the same elegant sheen of well-wielded pomade and good taste. There is something of the Old Country's spirit in him, a keen spark burning through the adornments of his adopted country.

"Have some faith, dear boy. My family knows its capabilities - if she could not return, she would not be an Etoni. You see? Exactly. Yes - of course, very understandable. Please, feel free to stay there, much more convenient than going back and forth. Taran has also been...struggling with the sudden circumstances. The two of you would be of solace to each other, I hope."

The phone clicks onto its receiver. A second, crystalline voice echoes from a previously silent corner of the room: "Solace?"

"He is a deeply faithful boy." Clink: metal on porcelain. "Perhaps enough to make up for the wayward girl."

"Perhaps."

---

"There are no new messages. Previously saved message: Hey, angel - hope you've had a good day. I just wanted to let you know I won't be able to call to -"

Click. Dial. Ring. Ring. Ring.

"Sorry, the number you've dialed is disconnected or not in service." Click. Click. Dial. Ring. "Hi, you've just missed me. Leave a message after the tone and I'll be in touch."

Beep. Pause. Long breath. Click.

---

"Kitten, pick the fuck up." Car engines idling through thick glass pane. Ambient music; the scream of milk frothing. Click - metallic, alarm - cash register.

"The longer you take, the more rounds of chess I have to play with subpar pieces. Do not prove my parents right. Do not prove me wrong. Jesus."

---

Refrigerator hum. Click. Beep.

"Look, wherever you are, please just come back. Mom and Dad are losing their shit again. Please come back."

Pause.

"End of message. You have one new message and one saved message."

Whir.

"It's Kristi calling for Esme - I left a few messages on your cell. Call me back as soon as possible. We need to discuss the next show."

"End of message. You have no new messages and one saved message."

Whir.

"Saved message: It's me. He's saving this on the apartment voicemail in case you came here before any of us found you." Static silence. "We're looking. I'm looking."

Long silence. Beep.

"There are no more messages. To return to the main menu, press one. To play saved messages, press two. To hear or record a voicemail inbox greeting, press three. For more options, press seven. If you are done, you may hang up."

---

Ragged breathing. Ruptured lung - new tissue too thin. Pain or death: easy choice. Not new at all.

"Christ. She still going?"

"Mhm. Think we can set a new record. Broken at least five today - how many are there total, again? Go for a strike."

"Ha! Shit, I dunno."

"Bet she does. Hey, pretty girl - how many bones you got?"

One finger - bruised, swollen, caked with old blood - rasps up from the thick bundle of rope attaching wrist to wood. "Go fuck yourself."

Crack. "Bitch. Not so pretty now, huh."

Crack. Crack. Crunch. Buzz.

"Aww, that's cute. Who's Italian Delivery Slash Takeout? They've been calling for days. You must be a real loyal customer."

---

"Delivery for Joel Ryder."

Thud.

---

"Oh, Lord."

---

Click click click. Metallic. Bated breath. Shallow hurts less; no anticipation. Slice.

---

"Put the knife down. Now. Don't make this harder on yourself."

Click. Click. Metallic. Slide.

---

Cardboard unfolding: thick, stiff crinkle. Wet splash. One finger, severed. Gold chain unraveling - imprint of cross over two joints. Charm falls. Bubble wrap rustles. Black fur - crusty, dark - flakes.

Click. Whirr.

"Hey, angel - I just wanted to let you know -- whirr - Hey, angel - I just wanted to let you know -"

Paper unfolding. Soggy scrawl. "She's not so sweet without her heart. Five million alone at the airport, tomorrow 8 pm."

---

"Do not negotiate with them, boy. We have it handled."

Click. Clink.

"His disappointment will be dangerous."

"Ours isn't already?"

---

Slow, steady slide. Slice. Squelch. Sternum separates, silver flashes. Keloids bulge, swell like bark fungi after rain; clench.

The size of a pomegranate, glistening red and fatty, pink-streaked white. Silver flashes. Scream. Severed hand over snipped heart. They wet the stamp with the sweat off her neck.

---

"Hi, package for you. Yeah, it says to sign for it."

Scribble.

"Thanks! Enjoy."

Pause. Study. Slice. Unfold. Gasp. Thud.

Heart, one ventricle slashed, folded into the gentle grasp of a hand missing one finger. Fresh. Slowly oozing. Chipped nail polish: glossy sheer gold.

Laminated paper. Blood streaks over plastic, black twelve point serif. Left the ring finger for you, if you still want it. Fido says thank you for the delicious dinner. She didn't go down quick.

---

"Fucking bitch is right."

Spit. Cold eyes roll back. Viscera underfoot: squelching. Stolen jacket rustles. Cold metal on mangled muscle, burst blood vessels under skin like poison nebulae. Two shots; all business. Broken nails on tempered glass screen; quick taps.

Tap tap tap. Ring. Ring. Beep.

"Oh ye of little faith. I want steak and soft-serve when I get back."

Tap. Heartbeat of hesitation. Sharp crack. Plastic snaps. Tap tap tap. Ring. Ring.

"Hi, this is Courtney at--"

"Tell the angels there's a sinner crawling out of hell to get back to heaven."

Beep. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

Footsteps fading fast.

[cactusprincewrites]

The Tale of Benjamin Beckett | Part One

The world of Hanahaki Helpline is back, with the first part of an all-new tale! Read on for gay pining, gay drama, flower symbolism, and existential crises in public bathrooms. TW: Blood, vomit, brief allusions to domestic abuse

Benjamin Beckett stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, drinking in every little detail. His hazel eyes, ringed with red and rimmed with dark circles, tears beading around his eyelashes. His quivering lips. His messy brown hair, strafed uncontrollably out over his face where he’d run his hands through it. His chest, rising and falling as he tried to stop himself from crying. He soaked it all in, just in case it was his final moment. Just in case it was the last time he ever got to see it.

He ran his hands under the tap, water ice cool against his feverish skin, and doused his face in it, shivering as it trailed its way under his shirt collar and down his chest. He ran his tongue along the edges of his teeth, then winced, leaned forwards and wretched a bloody mess of petals and seeds into the basin.

Blood scythed violent paths down his chin, and he staggered back. “Fuck.”

From outside the bathroom: “Everything okay?”

That voice. Pain lanced at his chest, and he wretched again, covering his shirt in splatters of red.

“Not feeling…great,” He rasped. “Please…don’t come in.”

It was a public toilet. He couldn’t stop Nick from coming in if he wanted to. He wasn’t even in a stall – fuck, he needed to get into a stall – but he knew Nick wouldn’t. He would never.

He collapsed onto a toilet in one of the stalls, locked the door by leaning forwards, then wretched onto the floor. A third time. Lucky number, unlucky person.

He fumbled for his phone, tried his best to dial the number of the one thing that could save him: Hanahaki Helpline. The phone screen blurred behind his tears, and his fingers trembled. He could feel flowers blooming in his throat. Fuck.

“Hello,” came a woman’s voice, brisk and business-like, slightly confused in tone. Ben wretched again. “Who is this? Are you okay?”

“Fuck,” Ben choked out. “Fuck, fuck, shite. Wrong number.”

“Are you—” The voice got louder, closer to his ear. “Do you need an ambulance? Where— Who— What’s happening?”

“I should hang up. I need to call someone else.”

“Are you all right?” Her voice got shrill with panic. “Don’t just hang up; are you all right? What do you need?”

“I think,” Ben whispered, eyes darting to the door of his stall, the blood spattering the soles of his shoes and hems of his jeans, “I think I’m going to die.”

“Deep breaths. Holy shit, deep breaths.” Then, to someone on the other end of the line, she yelled: “Call an ambulance!”

“Where to?” Came a faint voice on the other side. Male.

“Where to?” She relayed back to him.

“No, fuck, you can’t. He’ll know. He can’t know.”

Ben hung up, knuckles going white around his phone at the feel of stems stretching their way up his throat. He needed to call the helpline. He needed to—

The woman was calling him back.

He declined, then tipped off the toilet and slumped against the wall, shuddering and spasming as a hyssop flower bloomed beneath his tongue. He reached his hands into his mouth and yanked it out, letting it drop pathetically to the floor.

The woman was calling him again.

He didn't have the willpower to decline.

“No ambulance,” she snapped, and he could hear the clatter of high heels as she strode somewhere with frightening speed, “I get the gist. Don’t fucking hang up on me though, Jesus Christ. What do you need? Talk me through it.”

“I’m in love with someone.”

“Oh, Christ, Kevin. It’s Hanahaki.” Kevin. The man, Ben guessed. At least the woman was fast on the ball. “Is that the person who you said will know?”

“That's him. He’s right outside.”

“Tell him, then. Bang. Happy ending.”

“I can’t,” Ben sobbed, scrabbling to breathe as another hyssop bloomed. “Don’t make me do that to him.”

Nick was his best friend. Nick was the love of his life, his everything. He was also in a relationship. It wasn’t a good relationship. He tried to hide it, but Ben knew. Turtlenecks in summer. Patchy make-up hiding black eyes, nail marks dug into his wrists. Turning up at his house at two in the morning needing a place to stay.

And Nick and his partner had gotten together when the fucker had come to him, near dying of Hanahaki, with a pathetic plea to get together. Otherwise, Nick would be 'responsible for his death', and Nick was too sweet, too pure, too naïve—

Ben wretched, tuning back into what the woman was saying on the other end of the line. “Okay, I believe you, I believe you. Doesn’t have to be solved by requited feelings, right? Christ, it’s just closure. So, what would give you closure here?”

Ben clutched at his chest. He wouldn’t make Nick do it again. He wouldn’t make Nick accept his feelings because he was dying. He wouldn’t be like Nick’s dick of a partner. But he couldn’t die either.

Fuck, Nick would blame himself. He couldn’t go like that.

He tore a hyssop right from his mouth, sent it flying to the floor.

He wouldn’t go like that.

On the other end of the line: “Are you still with me? Are you still here?”

He staggered to a stand. “Closure, yes. Closure. Fuck. Okay.”

“Thank Christ. Still alive, Kevin,” She yelled. “Closure. Work on closure. What do you need to do?”

Hyssops everywhere, tears streaming from his eyes, pain spasming through his chest. Air was getting thin. He tipped to one side, then the other, struggling to stay on his feet.

From the phone: “What do you need to do?”

From outside of the door: “Ben, are you still alright? I can hear you saying something, but can't understand it? Ben?”

He needed to keep going. He needed to get Nick to safety. He needed to punch Nick’s ass of a partner to the next fucking continent. He had to stay alive, for the sake of the person he loved.

“I’m okay,” he called to Nick, “just a minute!”

On the Phone: “Christ, kid, answer me!”

“I need to keep going,” He spluttered. “I need to hold on.”

He crumpled against the door, head screaming, chest spasming with pain, voices and sights and sounds and smells mingling his head. The world was spinning, and up and down were failing him, and he’d lost his centre of gravity and—

He tipped forwards and vomited out his guts. Not literally, thank the Lord. No, it was a rank mixture of blood and his lunch and hyssops and seeds, painting the door—and his shirt—in hues of scarlet and purple and orange.

He waited a beat. Sucked in a shaky breath. Wiped his mouth with the arm of his sleeve.

He was alive.

He could breathe.

“Kid, you still there?”

“I am. And I intend to stay.”

“Halle-fucking-lujah.”

“I need to hang up now, get myself sorted out. Can I call you again later, thank you properly? Buy you some flowers? Not hyssops.”

"Not hyssops. Good to know." He could practically hear her smile. “Rebecca. Rebecca Lawrence. Journalist.”

“Thank you, Rebecca. You’ve saved my life. Now, I’ve got to go find someone and punch him in the face.”

Her entire tone changed. “You’ve got to what—”

He hung up. He was covered in his own vomit, but so long as he plucked the flowers off him he’d be fine. Lunch just disagreed with him. Maybe it had been the ice cream. He brushed himself off, opened the stall door, got ready to breathe in the fresh air, then paused to splutter into his hand.

A single seed landed in his palm, a bloody reminder that he wasn’t cured. He wasn’t freed.

He was just biding his time.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

"MOUTH SICK" FREE VERSION I'm pretty sure I got all of it changed out. But if I missed anything, please let me know.

ORIGINAL VERSION

@k-shire Here you go ;)

Potential TW ::: Difficulty conceiving.

A/N ::: I am so tired tonight that this was not super proofed. This was an ask that came via my messages. They wanted a story with the spicy and the sweet parts of Kats & F.reader tryin' for a baby. I hope it has all the elements you wanted and that you like it!

C/W ::: Aged up Kats x f.reader, facial fluids being discharged (snot, tears). Oral M->F Quite a bit of P->V. Lovey dovey stuff, sweet moments between 2 people who just want a freakin' baby. Ok? 😭

WC ::: 4,923 +/- (Jesus christ, I'm so sorry. This totally got away from me and I don't even know how.)

"Hey babe, it's me." Katsuki said in his typical growly voice. "I guess you're still at work or somethin'. Anyway, I'll be home tomorrow night. Also, I'been holdin' back. So, be ready for me. I love you, call me if ya want."

Katsuki was out of town on a job. He's been gone for almost a week now, the longest you two have been apart since you got married, almost 2 years ago. You missed him, sure. But when he came home, stomping through the entryway, yelling for you, it was the best feeling to be wrapped up in his arms and smooshed into his chest.

The two of you have been leaving yourselves open to having a baby for about 4 months now. It hasn't been constant trying, but the longer it goes that you're not getting pregnant, the more you feel like you're needing to take this more seriously. You started reading up on the most productive positions to get the result you're looking for, studying what you can do before and after you do the deed. How to check your basal temperature. When doctor intervention becomes more than a discussion and an absolute necessity.

The phone beeps, alerting you to your missed call and voicemail. "What ... oh, damn it." You listen to the message Katsuki left you and couldn't help the soft pink blush that spread over your face and chest. No man had ever made you feel the way he has. You had been pretty reserved until he helped you tap into your inner slutty girl. It sounds bad, but you've not looked back once since he brought you out of your little sexual shell. And why should you? Every time you're with him you swear it's the best sex you've ever had. Point being, you got really lucky to have him love you and be able to love him.

Pushing #1 on speed dial, you hear the other line ringing and start praying to whatever gods would listen to you that he'd answer his phone.

"Hey brat. Y'ignorin' me now or some shit like that? The fuck ya think ya are?" You could hear him choke out a laugh. The background noise was almost louder than he was.

"You know it, you caught me. Trying to ignore you. What're you gonna do about it?" You giggled when you heard his breath hitch in his throat. Your voice got low and breathy, "You gonna punish me, hm? Good luck catching me, Kats."

The phone crackled a few times before you heard him, "Hey! Y'there? Babe!? Goddamn it, this shit ass fuc---" and then you heard nothing.

"K-Kats? Hello? Are you ... are you there? Oh." You tossed the phone on the couch and pouted. "Things were just about to get good, too." You whined to the cat. But you knew they didn't care. They were Kats' anyway. They merely tolerated you until they were hungry and then they were your biggest fan.

A chime rang out into the quiet room and you pounced on it. A text from Katsuki, "Sorry, shit reception here. I'll try to call you from the hotel later. XXX"

It was about 6pm. Too early for bed, too late to go anywhere. So you curled up on the couch and watched your wedding video. You laughed and cried about how stupid you felt for missing him so much. He's only been gone a week and he'll be home tomorrow. Less than 24 hours and you would be together again.

You woke up to the sun forcing its way through the edges of the window coverings. "He's coming home today! He ... is finally coming home today!" A contented sigh heaved its way from your chest as you stood and stretched the uncomfortable position you slept in from your body. And then immediately a wave of dizziness washed over you. "The f-," you covered your eyes and stumbled as best you could with limited vision to the bathroom. Turning on the faucet, you splashed cool water on your face . "Mmm ..." Your eyes roamed to the bathroom cupboard. The dizziness faded and soon your body followed your eyes' lead and you bent down to open the door and pull out a pregnancy test.

You peed on the plastic receptacle and set the timer you'd bought specially for the bathroom, only to hurry up and wait for the next 3 minutes.

"Oh." You tried so hard not to let yourself get wrapped up in the hope that all of your fun and hard work had finally paid off. But it still hurt. It always hurt. It was a relief though, that Katsuki wasn't here to have to go through this again. He always somehow got more excited than you at the prospect of you becoming parents. 'There's plenty uh’time, ma,' he always says to you whenever the result is another negative.

It would be several hours before he'd be home, so you put yourself together and set out to grocery shop. You decided to stop by your favorite little boutique and look around at the lingerie. Maybe that would help cheer you up and raise moral to romp around with your husband. You laughed at the stupid thought. It was always fun to be with Katsuki.

You managed to knock all of your tasks out in a couple of hours and drove home to get stuff put away. You still wanted to shower, put on the new lingerie you bought and figure out what to do for dinner. Take-out was calling your name tonight.

In the shower, you started to think about how much you loved Katsuki. And a familiar, warm, tingly feeling started to bloom in the pit of your stomach. Unconsciously, you began rubbing your thighs together trying to alleviate the pressure - however pleasant it might be - building there. It was a dangerous game you were playing here. If you rubbed them too much, you know you'd get beyond frustrated and have to take care of this on your own. And there was nothing you wanted more than for him to be the one to alleviate this pent up tension in your body. Seeing as he was the one causing it, it only seemed fair.

Hurrying to finish washing up, you managed to get out of there with only a little bit of lingering agitation. Perhaps agitation was too strong a word. But you missed him so much there was no other word you could think of to replace it.

All wrapped up in a towel, you went to your room and looked over the clothes you had laid out for tonight. The dress you chose was newer, you picked it up a month or so ago, but haven't had the chance to wear it. It’s so new that he hasn't even seen it on you. The lingerie was a strappy black 1 piece and it looked so confusing to you. But you wanted to look nice for him. You knew he would love it for the whole 30 seconds it was on you before he tore it off. Yet you couldn't help but feel a little bit nervous about his homecoming.

It all felt so new to you for some strange reason.

His Jeep pulled into the driveway and your heart all but stopped beating. Your face got hot and you felt like you were going to faint again. "Jesus, calm yourself, y/n. You're married for Christ's sake. Have been for over 2 years. He is your husband. He already loves you." But you didn't believe a word you said to yourself.

You ran to the bedroom to take one last quick glance at your appearance. Smoothing down the dress at your stomach, you noticed it didn't sit quite like it did when you first bought it. You just chalked it up to a little bit of stress eating with Katsuki being gone, and you trying to stay cool about (not) getting pregnant. It just caught up to you. No matter. He's home.

The front door opened and you heard his heavy footsteps. Music to your ears. "Babe? 'M home. Get yer ass ov-", You peeked your head out of the bedroom and gave him a sassy smile. "There you are, fuck, missed you so much. Don't move." He tossed his keys onto the kitchen table and walked toward you like he was hunting you. Like if he moved to quickly you'd get startled and run away from him. Little did he know that it would take a lot more than him running at you to make you even flinch.

"I missed you too, Kats. So much." You whispered as he got closer. He reached out for you and pulled you flush against him, his mouth immediately finding yours. His lips were so soft and warm and he smelled so good. You couldn't resist the urge to kiss him deeper, and you let your tongue brush his bottom lip. He growled and held you tighter.

"Fuck, y’taste so good. Yer gonna kill me. I can't wait for you any longer. All of you. Every part of you." He kissed your cheek and then your ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth and tugging on it with his teeth. You moaned and ground your hips into his. The sensation of his hardness rubbing against you made you ache with need.

"Oh God. Please. I need you so much." Every brush of his fingers against your body left a trail of raised, peach fuzz hairs in their wake. You were panting now, trying to catch your breath from his lips on your skin. He pulled back and looked at you, his eyes shining with love and lust. "I love you so much, babe."

"I love you too, Katsuki." Your voice was breathy and quiet, almost like you were afraid to say it.

He leaned in and kissed you again, this time with more heat and intensity. His hands found their way to your ass and he squeezed, eliciting a whimper from your lips. "Let's go to bed." He grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom.

You walked in and he pushed you onto the bed. You squealed and giggled as you bounced. He stood over you and started to unbutton his shirt. His abs and pecs were on display for you. You couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight of his muscles moving as he shrugged his shirt off his shoulders. He moved to unbuckle his belt and you got a little nervous. He was so hot and you felt like you couldn't keep up with him. But he always managed to make you feel like the most beautiful woman on earth.

As he took his pants off, you got up and stood in front of him so he could unzip the dress. "You make this dress look so fuckin' beautiful, babe. Goddamn. So sexy. But y'know, 's much as I love this, 'm dying to see what's underne- Hoh fuck. Th- you- fuck that's hot. This new?" He asked as he covered his mouth with his right hand and shook his head slowly.

"You like it?" You blushed hard.

"Do I fuckin' like it. C'mere. Fuckin' c'mere and I'll show you just how much I like it." He pulled you close and kissed your lips, your neck, your chest. You could feel him hard and throbbing against your lower stomach. It was driving you wild.

He turned you around and began to kiss your shoulders. He moved the straps of the lingerie down and bit your skin gently. "Ah! Katsuki, please. Please touch me. I need you."

"Patience. G’na take my time with you. Got about 6 days to make up for, darlin'. Lemme have this. Lemme have you."

He turned you back around and kissed you deeply. He held you close and you could feel the heat radiating from his body. "I am so glad you're home, Kats." You whispered while you pulled him to the bed.

You laid there and let him take over, let him do what he wanted. And what he wanted was to drive you crazy. He kissed every inch of your body, making sure to pay extra attention to your most sensitive parts.

"You work out this week or somethin'?" He asked between kissing your hot skin. He moved down to your belly. "Fuck, you're just so ..." he growled against your skin as he breathed you in. "Your tits look fantastic. You're so ... gah ... I dunno. You're just so soft." He ran his hands over your curves and squeezed your hips.

You pulled his hair and guided him to your core. "Katsuki, need ... need your mouth." He obliged and licked a stripe up your slit, his tongue pressing firmly against your clit and you jumped back. "Hohmygod, Kats! Fuck!!"

"S'sensitive for me," he dove back in and started to suck on your clit, swirling his tongue around it and then flattening it and moving it side to side, "Fumkin' lub et." You felt like you were going to burst. The feeling was overwhelming and you felt yourself get close to the edge faster than you could ever remember.

"Katsu- kugh, ohmygod, I'm gonna ... I'm gonna ..." You grabbed his head and pushed him further into you. He moaned and his hands dug into your thighs as he kept working your swollen cunt.

"Cum for me, baby. Show me how fuckin’ hard y’can cum for me. Lemme see that pretty pussy cum for me." He moved back down and started sucking and licking your clit again, his fingers sliding inside you and hitting that spot you love so much.

Your whole body tensed up and you felt yourself explode all over his fingers and tongue. "Katsuki!!!" You screamed and bucked your hips against his face, chasing your orgasm. You could feel him smiling against your skin as you rode out your pleasure against his face and hands. You didn't know what you were rubbing yourself against but there was no part of you that could stop it from happening.

"G'girl. Fuck, you taste s'good, babe. Kinda diff’rent. More tart. Lemony." He kissed your thigh and then crawled up to kiss you. "Gonna fuck a baby into you now." He smiled down at you, much more sweetly than his intentions actually were and held your legs open so he could slide himself inside you.

"Mmmm, yes ... please, want you … in me." You whined as he started to push himself in. He was big, you were used to it. But tonight you needed a minute or two to adjust to his size. It felt like you were clenching down on him, almost purposely. Making it more difficult for him to push himself entirely inside of you. 

"Jesus fuck, you sure you weren't doing some pussy push-ups r'somethin'? You're so tight, babe. Feels so fuckin' good. But … Jesus."

You couldn't control your laughter at him calling kegel exercises 'pussy push-ups'. It was so stupid, but it made you feel warm and loved that he cared enough to notice things like that. "I've been practicing, yeah." You smirked and he leaned in and kissed you again.

"Good. So fuckin' good. Now, g'na fuck you 'til you can't stand it. I'm gonna cum in that hot pussy and make you the sexiest ma on the face of the planet." He growled against your lips as he started to move inside you.

You lost track of time and your body just reacted to him. He was rough and tender. Everything you needed and more. The two of you singing this song of moans in unison sounded better than any of your favorite songs ever had. His grunts and growls filled the room, as he fucked you harder and harder, so too, did your moaning and muttering of how good he felt get louder.

"Kats ... gonna cum again. Pleasepleaseplease ... you gotta cum first! It w- oh god - it works better if you cum first ... I think! Hurry up!" You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into you. You could feel your walls tightening and pulsating around his cock and it was the most exquisite feeling.

"Bah, fuck, I'm close babe. Gonna fill you up so good. Fuck, gonna fill you up with my cum." He grabbed your legs and pushed them back so your knees were against your chest and your ankles were at his ears. He held onto the back of your legs and pounded into you with all the strength he had left in him.

"Yesyesyes! Katsuki! Cum in me!" You were on the edge of your orgasm and you couldn't hold it at bay any longer. You felt the hot wetness of his seed filling you up and you let yourself go, your pussy clenched around his cock.

He stayed inside you for a minute or two, panting and kissing your forehead. Droplets of sweat fell from his face to yours. It was disgustingly intimate. You had never felt closer to him. Physically or emotionally.

"I love you." He whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

"I love you." You whispered back.

And with that, he rolled off of you and snuggled up against your back, his hand resting on your stomach. The two of you fell asleep a short time later. Still happily tangled up in one another.

The next morning you awoke to Katsuki gently rolling his cock against your ass. You turned your head as best you could to see him, but when you managed to, you saw that he was still fast asleep. It didn't diminish the arousal that began to creep its way through your body, though.

You rolled over and kissed his face, whispering sweet nothings to him as you tried to wake him. "Kaaats, you wanna go again?" Running your hand down his chest and stomach, stopping about halfway down his happy trail, he opened his eyes slowly and gave you a half smile that looked so sexy on him.

"Mornin' babe. Wha' was I doin'?" He asked, looking down at his erection. "Ah. Was havin' a really ... really good dream 'bout you. Wan' me to show ya what we were doin'?" He flopped onto his back and pulled you on top of him so you were straddling his waist. "Y'so fuckin' wet already. Damn woman. You could put out a fire with that pussy. Hm-hm. Let's start one first though, yeah?" His hands dug into the plush of your hips and pushed/pulled you over him.

Your cunt wrapped so perfectly around him made him let out the most guttural of moans that caused you to clench around nothing. But he felt it and moaned again. It was becoming a vicious little cycle: He'd moan, your body would react, so on and so forth.

He pulled you up, grabbing underneath your ass and lifted you so you were hovering just over his cock. You rolled your head forward to look at him as you slid down, putting just the head inside of you.

"Don't be a fuckin' tease." He growled at you and tried to pull you down, his cock twitching at the denial of the possibility of complete envelopment. "Fucking hell, you're so bratty. Gonna make you pay for this," he laughed.

"Sorry, can't hear you over how good just the head of your cock feels while I'm bouncin' on it." You smirked at him as you wiggled your hips side to side.

He reached up and grabbed your neck, pulling you down to him as he thrust up into you. "I said, don't be a fucking tease," he hissed out through a clenched jaw.

You felt your eyes roll back and your body tense up as he filled you completely. It was almost too much to handle. "Katsu ... ki ... ah, fu-ughh, fuck! Don't stop!" You couldn't hold on anymore. You ground your hips against him as you came, your pussy fluttering and gripping his cock so tightly he couldn't help but follow you over the edge.

All of a sudden, you stopped riding out the last waves of your orgasm. Sitting on top of him still, you put your hand over your forehead and you looked down at him with a vacant look in your eyes. "Umm ..." you shook your head when he asked if you were ok. "Hm-mm." He helped you off of him and all but dragged your post-o, jellied, naked body to the bathroom and sat you on the edge of the bathtub.

"Y'fuckin' sick'er somethin', babe? Got the flu? What the hell's goin' on?" His brows furrowed and he scowled at you. You knew it was out of concern, not frustration.

You shook your head, trying to compose yourself after something so poorly timed. Hating yourself for doing this right now. Right after such an intimate moment. While he was standing there, staring at you, riding out your dizziness. Naked. "Don't know … fuck, So dizzy though.” 

He squatted down next to you and held your hair up off the back of your neck with his right hand and fanned your back with his left. "'M not fuckin' leavin' you. Not for fuckin' nothin'. Y'fuckin' hear me? Better or worse. Sickness and health and all that other shit. Just shut up and feel better. 'L be right here for ya."

The amount of tears and snot that left your face was disgusting. You'd never had such floodgates open like this before. Crying like that and the snot running from your nose. You were an actual mess. But he stood by you through all of it.

"Hey, babe ... d'ya ... ah shit. D'ya think yer pregnant?" Katsuki asked as you stood from the floor, moving slowly toward the sink to wash your face off. The sparkle in his eyes was undeniable. And it killed you that you had to tell him you weren't.

You leaned over the sink, your face in your hands, and started crying. "I ... oh, Kats. I'm ... I'm not. I took a test a couple of days ago. I didn't w-", his hands on your back silenced you. They were, to date, the most important hands in the world to you. They were strong. They were soft and warm and they are all encompassing. If there were any kind of god, you would live out the rest of your days under his hands.

"Why didn't you tell me? I don't want you carryin’ this all by yourself, y/n. What we don't succeed in doing together, we share the hardships and overcome that ... together. I'm so sorry, babe. I'm sorry I was gone for so long. I shouldn'ta left ya for so long." He spoke to you so quietly. Like his words would be the thing that finally throws you over the edge. The thing that finally breaks you.

"Maybe I ate something." You ran your forearm across your dry lips and hobbled back to the bed to bury yourself in the blankets. "I'm sorry, Kats. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I won't do that again, promise." He walked over to you and sat down on the edge and brushed the hair from your face.

"G'na get you some 7-up 'n a cold washcloth. Be right back, babe." You watched him walk out of the bedroom and turn down the hallway. His butt jiggling ever so slightly. It made you smile. And it made you feel something else.

"The hell ...?" You sat up in bed and realized that you were horny. Again. Katsuki came back a minute later with what he promised you. Something to drink and a cold, wet cloth for you to put on your face. Smiling as he handed you this stuff, you pulled him in close to you and kissed him on the cheek all the way down to his neck.

"Oh, babe. Yer jus' so ... hah. No matter what. Even with your hair matted to your face and your eyes puffy and red. I love you." He leaned over and kissed your forehead.

"Don't say it." You smiled at him. It was almost like you knew what he was going to say. And you couldn't bear to hear it. Not right now. You had no idea where you two stood in that department. You weren't ready to admit that to each other. Not yet. Not right now.

He smiled back and laid down next to you, spooning you from behind. He ran his hand along your waist and stomach, over and over. It was relaxing. And it was a little bit arousing, but you managed to keep yourself at bay. You had just been seriously dizzy, after all.

"I'm sorry, Kats. I'm sorry I can't give us the baby we want. I'm sorry I'm so fucking broken." You choked on your words as tears started to well in your eyes. "I'm so sorry."

He shifted behind you and held you tighter. "Babe, you're not broken. 'Sides, who says it ain't me? Maybe we should make a doctors appointment, yeah? Get my count tested and all that shit. Whatcha say?"

You sniffed and wiped your face with the washcloth. It felt good against your hot face. "You - Kats, you'd do that? You'd have your sperm count checked?" Rolling over to face him, you took his face in your hands and held it there while the two of you just stared at each other.

"Fuckin' never said I wouldn't! Course I will. 'F we ever wanna get to the bottom of this, we hafta explore every possibility, right?" He ran a rough finger along your cheek to collect the freshly fallen tears and wipe them on the sheets. You made an ick face at him and he told you to pipe down, they need to be changed anyway after the night you two just had on them.

A couple of weeks past and he had his appointment with the fertility specialist where they ran a count on Kats. They called and said his sperm was 'abnormally high and active'. Their exact words were, "We have never seen anything like it in our careers." He didn't shut up about it for 3 days.

This left you in a fog. Surely, you were the reason you two couldn't conceive. It made you feel like absolute shit. No matter what he said to you, it didn't lift the guilt you were trying to carry all on your own. You thought he shouldn't have to hurt when he wasn't the problem. This complex was exhausting you and you could feel yourself slipping deeper into sadness.

You went to the clinic at the end of the day that Friday, the last appointment they had for the week. They drew your blood and told you they would be in touch on Monday or Tuesday about the next step after they had a chance to evaluate the sample for any obvious discrepancies.

It was Saturday morning and you were both sitting on the back porch eating breakfast when your phone rang. "It's the clinic, Kats. You answer. I don't want to talk to them. They probably found a plastic bag where my uterus is supposed to be." You pushed your phone across the little glass tabletop and got up, carrying the dishes into the kitchen to wash them off.

"Yeah babe, on it. Hello? N-no. You're trying to reach Bakugou? Well, shit. Yeah. That's me, I mean ... I'm her husband, Katsuki. Yes! The man with incredible sperm!" He laughed, you cringed. "Wait, what? No, that's not ... I mean ...," his voice got quiet and he got up, walking across the yard to mess with a fence piece.

You watched him out there fiddle with the broken wooden slat and felt your heart breaking into even smaller pieces. "Fuck." You whispered, looking down at the tiny bubbles popping on the soaking dishes. A tear dripped from your chin and landed on your chest, darkening a spot on your gray Dynamight shirt.

Katsuki came walking into the kitchen and came over to you, putting his hands on your shoulders, he turned you to face him. "Hey, ma?" Getting down on his knees, he put his hands on your waist and smooshed his face into your tummy. "Ma?"

"Are you having a fucking stroke or something? What are you doing, dumbass?" You wiped your chin and huffed out a short, insincere laugh. "Kats, what did - what'd they say. Is it me? Am I ..."

"Yes, babe. It's you. It's you … and the little grenade you're carrying. You're ... we're ... having a baby, y/n. You're fuckin' pregnant." He beamed up at you, tears in his wide eyes. 

"It's you, babe. You and me. And … and … and a little us in you. We did it, y/n. We're gonna have a family!"

You covered your mouth with your hands and cried. Not just a few tears, but a full-on ugly cry. You were going to be a mom. Katsuki was going to be a dad. And this was just the beginning of your lives as a family.

"I'm sorry I didn't believe in us. I'm sorry I let myself think for a second that it wouldn't be us. Us. Just us. I'm so happy it's us." You bent over and kissed his forehead. He stood and wrapped you in his arms and you both just stood there letting this new beautiful reality sink in.

The future was yours and yours alone … well, and Kats’ and the babies, of course.

[masterofmunson]

promises, promises (4)

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend, Eddie Munson, accuses you of cheating on him due to your strange behavior. If only you could tell him you were hunting interdimensional monsters instead.

Word Count: 3.4k+

Warnings: language, mentions of sex, blood, violence

Author’s Note: I’m posting a day earlier! Go me! This is more of a filler chapter which is why it’s shorter in length. As always, please, please, please let me know what you think with a comment, reblog, ask, or all three. Enjoy!

After Chief Powell and Officer Callahan left, your mother made you some eggs for breakfast before you went upstairs to sleep for a few hours. The exhaustion from the last day and a half caught up to you. When you woke up several hours later, you jump into the shower, washing the stench of sex off your skin and out of your hair. You’re clean and ready to conquer the rest of the day.

Opening your duffle bag, you dig through it until you find your walkie talkie at the bottom of the bag. You turn it on and mess with the dial until you’re on the right channel. “Dustin, do you copy?” you asked into the device. You hold your breath as you sit on your bed and wait for a reply.

“Jesus Christ,” Dustin cursed in reply, “where the hell have you been? It’s been hours!”

“Watch your tone, Henderson,” Eddie snapped on his end.

You groan. “Sorry, Dustin. I fell asleep after the cops left. I’m happy to report that the cops don’t know anything. They’re still looking for Eddie. Everything’s fine.”

Dustin’s voice fills your bedroom and you silence the radio when you hear a soft knock at your bedroom door. You tuck the radio under your pillow and wait for the door to open. Your mom pokes her head in and smiles softly at you. “Did you sleep okay?” she asked, glancing around your room.

You nod your head. “Mhm,” you hummed, “I’ll be down in a sec.”

“There’s a few boys downstairs asking for you. They said you went to school with them. They wanted to talk to you.”

Your brows pinch together at your mom’s odd reply. Why in the world would a few nameless boys come to your house to talk to you? Your mom obviously didn’t know who they were. She knows all the boys in your life. She’s known Steve since the two of you were in diapers and she knows all the freshmen you hang around because you’ve babysat all of them at one point or another.

“What do they look like?”

Your mom shrugs. “They’re wearing Hawkins letterman jackets. Lucas is with them.”

Fuck. Jason and the basketball team were looking for Eddie. Of course, they would be looking for him. They think Eddie killed Chrissy and now they expected you to help them. You swallow hard and nod your head. “Okay. I’ll be down in a sec.”

Your mom nods again and shuts the door behind her. You scramble for the radio hidden under your pillow and fumble as you turn it on. Your hands shake as you press the button to talk into the radio. “Dustin! Steve!” you hissed into the radio. “Code red, repeat, code red!”

“Where the hell did you go?” Dustin barked back. “What’s wrong?”

“My mom came into my room! Jason and the basketball team are downstairs in my kitchen. What do I do?”

“Son of a bitch! Do they know you’re home?”

“Of course they do!” you hissed back in a panic. “My car’s in the driveway and my mom literally came to fetch me! They’re looking for Eddie and I know that they won’t believe me. You know how Jason is, he’s relentless! If they found me, they’re definitely going to be looking for you.”

Your heart starts to race and you gnaw on your lip. This wasn’t good. Your hands shake as you wait for a response.

“Can you sneak out, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, breaking the heavy silence.

You shrug as if Eddie was in your bedroom beside you. You stare out your bedroom window and consider your options. You could stay and talk to Jason to buy enough time for Steve to come and rescue you. You don’t know how long that would take and you don’t know where they are. You could also sneak out through your bedroom window. The screen was gone for that reason alone. You snuck out a lot in high school and Eddie would sneak in and out through your window all the time. You could definitely do that.

“Yeah, I think so,” you said. “Where are you guys? I can meet you.”

“We’re outside the guidance counselor’s house waiting for Max. It’s not that far from you,” Dustin said.

You nod again. You could do this. Everything would be fine. “Okay. If you don’t hear from me in 20 minutes, please come save my ass.”

You turn off the radio and empty your backpack on your bed. You dump out all your notebooks and textbooks before stuffing your radio, a jacket, a flashlight, and your keys into the bag. Swinging it over your shoulder, you pull on an old pair of gym shoes you found in the back of your closet. Unlocking the window, you steal one final glance at your bedroom door, hoping your mom won’t come up and find you climbing out the window.

Sliding it open, you climb out and carefully shut it just enough to make it seem like it was closed behind you. Walking gingerly on the roof, you climb towards the edge and squat down near the drain pipe. Shimmying down the drain pipe, you reach for a branch on the elm tree that’s been around since you were born. Finding your grip on the tree, you hang momentarily before gently dropping to the floor. You steady yourself briefly before brushing your hands against your jeans. Tiptoeing towards the side door attached to the garage, you open it and sneak inside. Walking towards your beat-up bike, you quietly wheel it towards the door. Just as you’re about to shut the door behind you, someone coughs behind you.

Spinning around, you smile awkwardly at Jason and his friends. He smirks smugly at you and tilts his head at you. With his arms crossed in front of him, Jason leans against the tree and stares at you. Your heart beats wildly against your chest and you have a death grip on your bike. You swallow hard and wave at him.

“Going somewhere?” Jason asked you.

“Was just going to go on a bike ride. It’s a beautiful day out, I don’t want to waste it,” you answered with a nervous smile. You turn your gaze to Lucas. He looks like he rather be anywhere else but here. Why in the world was he with Jason? Why was he helping him look for Eddie? Does Jason not know that Lucas is in Hellfire Club with Eddie and is friends with Dustin and Mike? You want nothing more than to help him. Lucas looks uncomfortable and won’t meet your eyes. “Hey, Lucas.”

“You know Sinclair?”

“I’ve known him and his sister since they were toddlers. I used to nanny for their parents.”

A heavy silence falls between you and Jason and you awkwardly shift on your feet. “Well, I should get going. It was good to see you, Jason. Take care,” you said, attempting to walk around him towards the driveway to mount your bike.

Jason smirks and grabs your bike by the handlebars, stopping you from moving any further. He rests a slimy hand on your shoulder. “You’re not going anywhere. You’re going to tell me where I can find that freak of yours. He’s going to pay for what he did to Chrissy.”

You glare at him and shove his hand off you. From what Eddie’s shared about Jason, he’s a raging prick with a superiority complex. When you were still in high school, Jason was riding the coattails of Billy Hargrove. He wasn’t popular and despite his so-called talent, he rode the bench his entire sophomore year. It was only when your class graduated, and Billy subsequently passed away in the mall fire, did Jason take the opportunity to gain his popularity at Hawkins High. “Go to hell, Carver,” you sneered. “I don’t know where Eddie is, and even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.”

Jason gets in your face and snarls at you. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Lucas take a cautious step towards you, his hand reaching out for you. “Listen here, you little bitch. Even if you don’t know where he is, which I think you do, I know you’re hiding something. You’re going to tell me what it is.” “Or what, Jason? What are you going to do to me? Insult me to death?”

Jason’s hand wraps around your forearm harshly and you shove him away, but he doesn’t relent. Instead, his grip tightens and with your free hand, you punch Jason in his perfectly sculpted nose. He howls in pain and lets go of you. Jason clutches his nose as blood pours down his face. Shoving past him, you run towards the street with your bike beside you. You mount it quickly and hear Jason shouting after you.

You bike as fast as you can and turn down the street to cut through the woods. You bike off the road into the woods. The sound of leaves crushing and twigs snapping fill your ears as you ride deeper into the forest. Your ears ring and blood thumps through your head. Your head spins and you struggle to breathe as you dismount your bike.

Tossing it on the ground, you quickly cover it with forest brush and duck behind a large tree. Peeking over the side of the tree, you stare out into the street. Catching your breath, you watch Jason and his cronies speed past your hiding spot.

Dropping to the floor, you rest your back against the tree and fumble for your backpack. With shaky hands, you pull out your radio and turn down the volume just in case Jason and his friends circle back with the windows down. You breathe heavily and close your eyes to try and calm down.

“—What do you mean you can’t find her?! It’s been almost an hour and we haven’t heard from her!” Eddie shouted.

“She’s not home and Jason isn’t at the house anymore! Her window was left open and her bike is gone!” Dustin argued back.

“I’m here,” you panted between heavy breaths in the middle of their argument.

“Jesus Christ! What the hell happened? Where are you?” Dustin asked.

You steady your breathing and let out a careful sigh. “Jason’s looking for Eddie. He came to the house with the basketball team and was demanding I tell him where Eddie was. When I tried sneaking out, Jason stopped me. He got in my face and then he grabbed me so I punched him. I was able to get away but now they’re looking for me too. I’m hiding in the woods near my house.”

“We’ll be right there. Don’t move.”

Several minutes pass as you wait for Steve and Dustin to come get you. Staring out into the forest, you feel the dirt beneath your hands and the leaves against your skin. The wind whistles through the trees and birds chirp overhead. The clouds blur the bright, spring sun from your view.

“I’m sorry I’m not there to protect you,” Eddie murmured quietly. The sound of his voice mixes with the rustling of the leaves. “I should be there for you. You shouldn’t have to deal with my mess. You deserve better.”

The vulnerability of Eddie’s confession pierces your soul. You hate that you’re not with him to quell his fears and insecurities. You wish you could go back to this morning. You wish you could go back to your peaceful, love-filled bubble you had with Eddie, even for just a few hours. You would be there for Eddie and everything would be fine. You would kiss his skin until you covered every inch of him with love and affection. Eddie doesn’t deserve this, any of it. He deserves to be free of all the pain in his life and he deserves your love, every bit of it.

“Eddie—”

“I’m serious,” he interrupted. Eddie’s voice cracks over the radio and tears pool at the corners of your eyes. “I’m a mess. I can’t even graduate from fucking high school. I’m not going to go anywhere in life. I’ll just end up like my dad did.”

“Edward Wayne Munson, stop it. You are not a mess and you’re not going to end up like your dad. Not graduating when you were supposed to does not dictate the trajectory of your life. Remember what you said to me, baby? 86 is your year. You’re going to graduate. You’re going to get out of this shitty town, and you get to do whatever you want. You can go anywhere. You hear me?”

Your tears coat your cheeks as you cling to the radio like a life-line. You want nothing more than to hold Eddie and reassure him. You hate that the time alone in the boatshed has led his mind to wander towards his fears and insecurities. You hold your breath as you wait for his reply. Had you said something to upset him? You just told Eddie the truth. You believe in him more than anyone else in the world.

“You’ll be there with me, won’t you?” he murmured.

“Of course, I will. I will be there every step of the way, I promise. I love you, Eddie. Nothing is going to change that, not even when things are hard. I love you through the good days and I especially love you through the bad ones.”

You look out towards the street again and notice Steve’s car parked on the side of the road in the distance. “I have to go, Steve and Dustin are here. I’ll talk to you as soon as I can. I love you.”

You wait for Eddie to respond before turning the radio off. Stuffing it into your bag, you wipe away the last of your tears before standing up and walking over to where you hid your bike. You quickly walk through the small path you made before and step out on to the street. Dustin sighs in relief and Steve takes your bike from you before pulling you in for a hug.

“You okay? Jason didn’t hurt you, did he?” Steve asked, leaning back so that he could get a good look at you. He doesn’t see any bruises or scratches on your face.

“I’m fine. My hand just hurts from punching him in the nose.”

Steve and Dustin laugh and you wave politely at Max who’s sitting in the back seat. Steve opens the trunk to his car and tosses your bike in the back. Climbing in the front seat, Steve takes off towards the high school as Dustin catches you up to speed on everything you’ve missed over the last five hours since you saw them.

Robin and Nancy were chasing down a possible lead at the library and now the four of you were heading to the high school to look at Chrissy Cunningham’s file from Ms. Kelly’s office. Max had stolen her keys to the school and her private office when she visited her house. You tell the group about your encounter with Jason and the basketball team in more detail and how they’re more than likely going around town to all of Eddie’s friends to try and find out where he was.

Steve parks in the back lot of the school and the four of you hurry towards the student entrance. With the keys Max stole from Ms. Kelly, she uses the master key to unlock the doors as you snuck inside. Although it had been a year since you graduated, it felt weird to be back inside the building. You can’t remember the last time you were inside. You’re only at the school to pick up the kids when you can after their D&D sessions and campaigns every week.

You run down a number of hallways before you stop in front of Ms. Kelly’s office. Max unlocks the door quickly and walks straight to the filing cabinet with all the paperwork from the students she sees. You hold your flashlight up so Max could thumb through the files until she found Chrissy’s.

Pulling it out, she opens it on the table and reads through Chrissy’s file. Chrissy had been having severe headaches, nose bleeds, and nightmares leading up to her death. Like Max, she had unresolved trauma she was dealing with. It broke your heart that it was too late to help her. You weren’t friends when you were in high school, but she was always kind to you and said hello whenever you ran into each other.

Max then pulls out Fred’s file. He was experiencing the same symptoms as both Max and Chrissy before he was killed too. You peer over Max’s shoulder and look down at the paperwork, muttering her name. She doesn’t answer. You bend down and gently shake her shoulder.

“Max! Max!” you and Dustin shouted, attempting to rouse her from her trance-like state. Nearly a minute passes when Max returns from her trance-induced state. “Max? Are you okay?”

Max turns around frantically, taking in her surroundings. Her blue eyes are wide with horror and her shoulders begin to shake. Dustin reaches for his radio and yells for Nancy and Robin to come to the school as soon as possible.

Squatting down to Max’s level, you gently place a hand on her shoulder, careful not to spook her. The haunted look in her eyes sends an ache through your chest. You wish you could be more of a help for her. You wished she felt comfortable enough to come to you like she had before Billy died. You were like the older sister she never had. You were there for her through her angry rants about Billy and listened and offered advice whenever her and Lucas got into arguments.

Ever since Billy died, Max kept her distance. You had a feeling that Max felt guilty for having a sisterly relationship with you when she hadn’t tried with Billy. It didn’t matter that he made her life a living hell when he was still alive, and it didn’t matter that Billy blamed her for the move to Hawkins from California. You know that she feels guilty for not trying now that he’s gone.

Max stands up from her seat and walks out of the office and down the hall. The three of you trail behind her and you wave to Nancy and Robin when they walk through the double doors. Standing near the gym doors, you watch Max stare at the concrete wall.

Max told you about the vision she had while she was in her trance. There was a grandfather clock built into the wall you were staring at. You pinched your brows together as you thought over what she said. When you had your nightmare last month, you remembered hearing the chime of a grandfather clock. Was your nightmare connected to Max’s vision?

The shock and horror that Max may die sometime tomorrow settles over the group. You would find a way to stop it. You wouldn’t let Vecna take another person from this town. It wasn’t fair that the people you cared for most in this world were having their lives ruined by the Upside Down.

“That dream I had a month ago… I was in the Upside Down and I heard the sound of a grandfather clock. Do you think it could be related to Max’s vision?” you asked your friends.

“What happened in the dream?” Max asked you.

You shared what happened in the dream and how it morphed into something it shouldn’t have. One second you were with Eddie at Lover’s Lake and the next you were being held by the throat. You knew that you were in the Upside Down despite never actually stepping foot it in in the first place by the shift in the sky. Demobats soared through the skies and an angry red tint covered the sky. You remembered the vines of the hive-mind covered every inch of the Upside Down and how your name echoed back into your ears from a menacing voice. Soulless blue eyes stared back at you as vines wrapped around your arms and legs. You remembered screaming until your voice went raw and then you woke after that.

Silence falls over the group as they digest your dream. Max meets your eyes and she lets out a careful breath. “Have you had any nightmares since?” she asked slowly.

“No,” you answered.

“God dammit! Do we have to worry about you, too?” Steve asked, biting the inside of his cheek before rubbing a hand down his face.    

“I hope not,” you said, ignoring the growing pit in your stomach.

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A Good Lesson

Summary: You are Andy’s baby girl, whether you like it or not. Read the sequel, Laying Down the Rules. Andy Barber x Black!Reader

*Warnings: Protective Andy, Angry Andy, Spanking, Daddy Kink, Light Smut, Possessive Behavior, Cursing, Bratty Reader, Punishment, Pet Names, Minors DNI

A/N: Takes place early in my Growing Pains Series. As always, I’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own. ___ You were in an absolute panic. You knew you’d parked your car here. Right here. And you’d only been in the bakery for, like, ten minutes. Oh, god…what were you going to do? You needed to call the police and then you needed to call your boyfriend. That was the tricky part. Andy had warned you about this particular part of town. In fact, he’d forbade you from even stepping foot in this neighborhood. Which had been weird to you because you’d been coming to Chanelle’s Sweet Treats your entire life. He just didn’t know that. If he knew the truth about where his favorite danishes and lemon squares really came from, he’d hit the roof.

But now it looked like you didn’t have much of a choice. It wasn’t like you could walk home or anything. Pulling your phone out of your purse you quickly dial 911.

You quickly run the female dispatcher through the details of what happened and where you were located. As an aside, you also may have let it slip that you were currently dating the local District Attorney, thinking that might prompt a faster response. Understanding, the woman let you know that a car would be out to you soon. 

You: “Alright, thank you. I’ll keep an eye out. In the meantime, I need to call my boyfriend.

Dispatcher: “Understood, ma’am. Call back if you need us.” 

You thank her and then end the call. Steeling yourself, you prepare for the next conversation. Blowing out a breath, you decide to just dial his number and get it over with. Yes, he’d be mad. But you were out of options. 

“Hey baby,” he answers on the second ring. “I was just thinking about you. My meeting ended early and I wanted to take you to lunch. There’s a new Pho spot that just opened by my office. And I know how much you like Vietnamese.” Your stomach grumbles at the mention of food. You two had only been together for four months but he already knew you so well. 

You bite your thumb, still not wanting to drop the bomb. “Um, about that, honey. Ordinarily I would love to, but uhh…someonemighthavestolenmycar”. You ramble out as fast as you can. 

“Please tell me you’re joking right now!” Andy yells. You heard something clang to the floor. Probably a paper weight. “No, I’m afraid I’m not.”

“Are you alright?! Did you get carjacked? Fuck!”

“Yes, I’m okay. And no, I wasn’t held up or anything.”   

“Jesus fucking Christ, where are you, baby? I’m coming to get you right now.” You bite your thumb again. Maybe you should have called an Uber. Or a Lyft. 

“Don’t be mad, but I’m at 105th and Crenshaw. I was picking up some of those lemon bars you like. I swear I was only away from the car for just a few minutes. I’ve already called 911 and they’re sending an officer out. I’m just going to go back into the bakery until they get here and maybe they’ll give me a ride home.”

“I’ll be to you in less than 20 minutes. You wait inside there for me.” His tone is short and clipped. Fuck, he was angry. “But Andy, the cops will be here any minute and -”

“And I will speak to them when I arrive. I’m the fucking DA and if they know what’s good for them they will wait for me. You stray even a foot from that bakery and I will happily whoop your ass. You got that, Y/N?” You stare at your phone for a moment. Andy had never spoken to you like that before.

“Um, okay.” You mumble back, feeling the tears threatening to fall. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sure you are.” He fires back as he packs up his briefcase. “Stay fucking put for me, baby.”

Of course, the officers make it to you before Andy does. But when they find out he’s the District Attorney they agree to wait. Andy arrives in less than 12 minutes. You know he sped the whole way to you. 

You watch as he exits his vehicle, six-feet of pure muscle decked out in a suit and tie. He looks positively delectable. The first thing he does is take you into his arms, his bearded face pressing a kiss to your lips. “I’ve got this.”  

He proceeds to handle everything for you, barely letting you get a word in. His body is stiff and unyielding - the vein in his forehead is prominent and throbbing. Once he’s given them both all of your information, he dismisses them. You’re teetering on pins and needles as you hand him the box of pastries you’ve been holding for ages. “These are for you, baby.”

“Thanks, Y/N.” Andy proceeds to dismissively toss the box into the backseat of his car and then opens your door. “Get in, sweetheart.” He grits out through clenched teeth. “Fair warning, I’m pretty upset right now. I’m going to try not to take it out on you, but we’re going to go to lunch and then I’m going to take you home. We’ll discuss this then.”

“Andy…” You lean in to press your forehead against his. “I said I was sorry.”

“I get it, but I haven’t decided what I’m going to do yet. You know how I feel about this neighborhood, how many folks my job has forced me to put away. The reason I didn’t want you coming here was because I knew that there were so many people who would jump at the chance to hurt the girlfriend of the DA. And yet you came here anyway.” He scrubs a hand over his eyes before putting the car in drive. 

“Andy, I’ve been coming down here since I was a kid. Plus, I’m plenty safe. I bought a gun and everything.” The tires screech to a halt. Making you jerk.

“Did I hear that right, sweetheart?” He chuckles softly, but there is nothing funny about it. “You bought a weapon and didn’t tell me? Is that what I just heard?”

“Um, I’d like to amend that statement if I could.” God, you were fucking this up. 

“Too late, Y/N. Where is the gun? Give it to me now.” He holds out his hand expectantly. “When did you even learn how to use one? Do you even have the safety on?”

You feel your eyes roll before you can stop them. “Yes, I’ve been taking classes when business is slow. And yes, the safety is on. The gun is staying in my purse where it belongs.”

“Okay, okay.” He smacks his hand against the steering wheel, accidentally honking his horn in the process. “You know what, sweetheart? Since you don’t want to cooperate like the good girl I know you can be, we’re going to get something to-go, and then I’m going to take you home and wear your ass out.” He runs his hand through his brown locks. “That’s what we’re going to do.” 

“Huh? I don’t understand.” You say, pushing at his broad shoulder. “Did you just threaten to…punish me?” He chuckles again. The lack of humor in his voice makes you nervous.

“You’re in so much trouble that you don’t even know it, Y/N. You lied to me, telling me that those little confections I love came from down the street. You disobeyed me when I told you not to come over here. You bought a gun without a word. You willingly put yourself in harm’s way. And you don’t think Daddy has a right to be pissed?” Andy’s large hand wraps around your neck, squeezing gently. “I am fucking livid right now, baby.”

“Andy, please. Wait a moment.” You whine as he pulls into a local deli he knew you both enjoyed. “Get out of the car, honey. We’re going to order a couple of sandwiches and then I’m going to take you back to my place. I’ll sort you out there.” He grabs his keys and exits the car, while you sit there in shock. 

Had your affectionate, loving boyfriend just said he was going to punish you? And had he really called himself your Daddy? 

He jerks your door open. “Let’s go, sweetheart. I’m anxious to feed you and then get you home.” Andy runs his hand through your hair. “You sure you’re not hurt, honey?”

“No, I’m not hurt. But I sure would like some clarification in regards to what you were referring to just a little bit ago.” He blinks at you, his teeth grazing his bottom lip. “You said you were going to spank me, as if I’m not grown. And you called yourself my Daddy. Where is this coming from? Tell me before I get out of this car. Please.”

“Y/N, if you don’t know that you’re my baby by now then I haven’t been doing my job. You’re my favorite person on the entire planet, you’re my best friend, the love of my fucking life.” He kisses your hand. “You are precious, but you need to learn to listen to me though. I know things you don’t, things that will keep you safe.” Andy gently pulls you out of his car.

His hands cup your face. “I’m not your father, and I’m not trying to be. But I will take every precaution to keep you safe. If you don’t hear me when I say things, then I will make sure your bottom feels it as a reminder. And I will always kiss it better.” 

You balk at him, unsure of what to say. Yes, you were triggered. Why did this turn you on so much? Why did you feel your pussy gush at his words? This was a whole new world you were navigating. You silently let him lead you inside, where he orders you both a turkey club.                          

His with mayo, yours without, substituting oil and vinegar on your behalf. Snagging two bags of chips and couple cokes as they wrap up your orders, he pays for them and then picks up the bag before walking out the door with you in tow.

The two of you decide to eat in the car, which gives you time to process what he’d told you earlier. You lick your fingers when you finish, not feeling the least bit ashamed of appearing uncivilized around him. “That was tasty,” you mutter as you take another sip of your Coca-Cola. “Now that we’re no longer hangry, how about we go back to your house and just talk about things? This whole concept is super new to me.”

You’d only read about it in the romance novels you had downloaded on your Kindle.

“We can talk about it all you want when your panties are around your ankles.” You look at him with worried eyes. “Yeah, something tells me you’re going to start feeling real chatty.”  

Eventually, you pull into his driveway - something you’d been dreading. “Let’s head inside, baby.”

“Andy, I’m - I’m scared.”

“Don’t be. I’d die before I’d ever hurt you. I know you’ve never been spanked. You’re a good girl. We’ll take it slow.” You stifle a sniffle at that. No, you hadn’t been spanked before.

You sit in your seat, clutching your half empty bottle of soda until he comes around to your side to open the door. 

“Here’s what you’re going to do for me.” He murmurs into your ear. “We are going to walk in this house and you are going to go to the living room. You are going to bend over and take your panties off for me - but no bending your knees. But I want to see that pretty pussy, baby. And then I’m to guide you over my knee, understand?” 

You sniffle again, feeling way out of your depth. “And then you and I are going to talk. I’m going to use my hand, and only my hand to spank you. And when we’re through you’re going to give me that gun. Have I been clear enough?”

“Yes.” You whisper. 

“In a case like this, I would like you to respond with a yes, Sir, or a yes, Daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He smiles at you, a look of pride on his face. “I’m not trying to take your fire from you, or break your spirit, sweetheart. But you scared the fuck out of me today. I need you to understand how I feel about this.” His thumb traces your lower lip, his eyes bore into yours. You are the only thing on his mind.

Andy helps you out of the car - no yelling, no screaming. It’s honestly something you’re not used to. When you’re inside, you do as he asks. You remove your panties, letting him get a generous look at your traitorous pussy. 

Could you really go through with this?

“Baby, I’m going to bruise this curvy little bottom. And I’m sorry for that. And then I’m going to make this pussy cry. It’s my job, you know?” He sits down on the couch and smiles. “And I’m serious about my work.”

“C’mere and lay down, Y/N. I think it’s time Daddy taught that ass a good lesson.” 

You whimper softly as you lie over his lap. His big hand immediately reaches between your legs to rub your wet cunt. “I think my baby is anxious for her spanking, no?” Andy rumbles.

“No!” 

“How about we check-in when we’re done, hmm? Let’s start with fifteen. Now just hold on to my leg, sweetheart.”

Smack! Smack! Smack!

END   

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Surprise Visit

Sweet Treats AU Masterlist

Sam being a whole ass creeper but so smooth.

Please let me know what you think <3

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Your keys jingle as a car skims by on the wet road, streetlights blurring in the hangover of the last rain. You shove the keys in the slot and wiggle, jamming against the stubborn lock. You hear a step and a shadoe casts beneath the yellow haze of the urban hue.

You rip the key out and fumble to grip the small can dangling from the keyring and aim it at the stranger. You squeal as he catches your hand and holds it above you, directing the spray away from him. You try to pull away but they hold you unbendingly.

"Candy, it's me," the warm voice is familiar but does little to calm your nerves, "hey, hey," he lets you go and shields himself with open hands as you swing at him, "it's me. Sam."

"Sammy?" You stop and lower your keys as you clutch the strap of your purse across your shoulder, "the fuck?"

"I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have come but… it just seems like there's never a good time for us to chat anymore–"

"Sam, this is not okay," you back away from him, "how do you know where to find me? Jesus Christ, book a slot, don't just show up at my place and–" you unzip your purse shakily and fish around for your phone, "don't," you warn as he tries to come closer, "I'm calling the cops."

"Don't do that, sugar," he pleads, "it won't do you any good– what I mean is I'm not here to hurt you."

"Then why the hell are you here?" You unlock your phone and he sighs.

"Fine," he crosses his arms, let's wait for the police," he calmly back up and leans against the brick. Go inside and get warm, I'll be here."

You frown in confusion and dial anyways. You point your keys at him and move cautiously to the door. You quickly shove the key in and twist it, pushing inside and falling back against the wood to slam the door. There's no resistance from the other side as you turn the latch back into place.

You tell the operator your address when they pick up, and wait, watching through the peephole. Finally you see the blue and red flash and hear the whoop of the single siren. The cruiser stops by the curb and the officers get out.

"You call?" The first officer's voice is muffled behind the wood.

"Nah, she's inside," Sam approaches the officer and they shake hands as if they know each other.

"She a problem? Thought you were off duty."

"You know Falcon's always on the hunt but nope, it's just a misunderstanding–"

You open the door and poke your head out, "I called. I…" you step out and take a breath, "look, he just showed up and I don't know him."

"Sure she doesn't," Sam says, "you guys know me," he pulls out his phone, "I got the chat right here, okay?"

He lights up his screen and your chest drops. What the fuck, he can't mean–

The officers laugh as they read the bubbled messages and you rush forward to hide it behind your hand, "Sam!"

"Mystery solved, little spat," the second officer chuckles, "sorry about that Wilson."

"Not at all," Sam grins and gives a half-salute.

The officers get back in there car and you swallow down your fear, "Sam, what do you want?"

"Just a live show, sugar," he says as he smiles and waves at the cruiser, "I got your tip and everything."

[basiccortez]

Read all the Jake and Sage blurbs and am now imagining the aftermath of that big fight about her going to school. She would be so defiant and acting out so bad and saying she won't go on tour with Jake because he's mean and she wants to stay with y/n or Gramma Karen. Just giving him the hardest time he's ever had with her since she was a baby and wouldn't stop crying. Finally he's at the end of his rope, breaks down and calls Karen crying to fill her in but instead of getting the support he was looking for, Karen lights into his ass and tells him how his stubbornness is harming sage

here we go… brace yall selves…

it had been four days since Y/N walked out the door. And it had single handed been the worst four days in Jake’s life with Sage.

After Y/N walked out, Sage ran to the large bay window in the front and pounded on the window as she watched her car leave. She fought Jake on getting back to bed and eventually Jake gave up, letting her sleep in his bed. She had completely shut down, quit eating, quit talking to him, was acting up at day care. Jake had to leave tour rehearsals early to go pick her up because she was being sent home.

“Sage?” Jake called out for her, as he waited at the bottom of the stairs. They were going to meet his brothers for a small awards dinner to congratulate him on being guitarist of the year, “Sage!” Jake rolled his eyes at her silence and ran up the stairs to her room. Her new found silent treatment was starting to annoy him more and more, “Sage Michelle, I swear to-“

Her room was silent and dark, the little light of a girl wasn’t there. Jake quickly moved to look in her closet, under her bed, in her bathroom. He ran down the hall, looking in his room in the same places.

“Sage! This shit isn’t funny!” Jake yelled, anger and anxiety filled his body, “Come out right fucking now!” He ran into his music room, remember the night she had hid in there after his proposal to Y/N. All he found was a sticky note on his les paul

“I ran away cause you’re being mean. -Sage M Kiszka”

The blood rushed from Jake’s head and he had to grip on to the wall. He shook his head and quickly pulled his phone, going to dial 9-1-1 when Sam’s caller ID showed up.

“Please tell me-“

“She’s at our house,” Sam said and Jake sighed in relief, “I was walking Rosie on my way to mom’s when I saw her walking down the sidewalk with her suitcase.”

“Jesus Christ, I didn’t even know she left the house,” Jake said as tears filled his eyes, “Is she okay?”

“She told mom about your fight with Y/N about Sage going back to school. Sage said she ran away so you wouldn’t take her on tour away from Y/N.”

Jake could feel his heart breaking in his chest. That’s the last thing he wanted was to feel like his daughter had to choose between things. He always felt like Sage would choose him, but he also knew she wasn’t a three year old child anymore.

“I’ll come get her,” Jake said and then heard his mother in the background.

“No, they both need a break. And he needs to apologize for being an asshole to Y/N.” Karen called out, “Sage is fine at grammas house for the night… or even a couple months while he’s on tour.”

Jake nodded and told Sam to remember to have Sage brush her teeth and take her vitamins before bed. He then called his management and told them to postpone the dinner for tonight. Jake sat down on the couch, holding his head in his hands as he was thinking of ways to apologize to both the girls in his life.

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Eddie’s Cheating?! - Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x Y/N

Guys I haven’t written any fanfiction in almost 5 years so I’m sorry if this is horrible. I kept having a dream like this and I just had to write it though. 😅

Steve was bored so he decided to head over to Eddie’s trailer a few hours early. He was supposed to have a movie night with Eddie and Y/N. He was a little excited for a movie night with just the two of them because the rest of the group had other plans. He had a crush on them, but he’d never admit it. What would saying it do? They are in love with each other. Even if he couldn’t let them know how he felt, he wanted to spend time with both Eddie and Y/N. He figured they would both be at the trailer already and they could start early or just hangout.

He was wrong.

Steve pulled up to Eddie’s place and got out of his car. He could already hear the loud music that the two of you were always listening to. When he passed by the window of Eddie’s room though, he stopped. He could see Eddie….getting completely railed by some guy.

There was only a little gap in the blind so all he could make out was someone thrusting into Eddie. That’s definitely Eddie - the back of his head is unmistakable. But who is doing that to him? Why is he cheating on Y/N? Where is Y/N?

Steve finally snaps out of it before running to his car, jumping in, and driving out of there as fast as he could. How’s he gonna tell Y/N that her boyfriend of several years is cheating on her?

*In Eddie’s room a few minutes later*

“Babe, that was so good!” Eddie exclaims

Y/N replies, “I’m glad you enjoyed it” and sends him a wink before asking “Hey, what time is Steve supposed to be here? We should probably get cleaned up.”

“He should be here in about 2 hours.”

“Do you think tonight is the night we should talk to him about dating us?”

“Maybe…since it’s only him and not the whole gang this time.”

“Okay, let’s get ready then.”

You both smiled nervously at each other before heading to the shower.

*2 hours later*

“Eds, shouldn’t Steve be here by now? I’m getting worried. I’m gonna go call his house to see if he’s still there.”

Y/N heads to the phone on the wall and dials Steve’s number. After three rings, she hears Steve’s voice asking “hello?”

“Steve! Are you okay? Why aren’t you here for our movie night?”

“Oh, Y/N….um. Well are you at Eddie’s?”

“Obviously!”

“Is he listening?”

“No, he’s on the couch. What’s wrong, Steve? Why do you sound so weird?”

“Y/N” Steve sighs, “I don’t know how to tell you this, but Eddie is cheating on you.”

“What?!” You scream out and then start laughing.

“Y/N! I’m serious! I saw it with my own eyes!”

“When?”

“Today!”

“That can’t be true. Listen Steve, please just come over and we will talk about this. Okay?”

“Fine. I’ll be there in 15 but I’m not promising that I won’t punch him for cheating on you”.

The next thing you hear is a click before you start laughing. You are laughing so hard that tears are pouring down your face. Eddie comes up and asks what’s going on and why you are laughing.

You barely get out the words “Stevie thinks you are cheating on me. He says he saw it - today.”

“Jesus H. Christ, Y/N. Does that mean he was here? He saw us? Ohhhh when he finds out, I’m gonna love seeing his pretty face turning red”.

You are both still trying to calm down from laughing when you hear Steve’s car pull up and a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it, Eds. He may punch you if you do.”

You answer the door and as soon as Steve sees your face and sees the tear streaks from your laughing fit he’s shoving you aside and yelling “Where is he?! Munson, why the fuck would you do this to her?!”

You barely have time to grab on to him before his fist collides with Eddie’s face. You are yelling that “he didn’t cheat!” but it didn’t seem like Steve could hear you over his anger.

It took a few minutes to get Steve settled down. You were contemplating grabbing Eddie’s handcuffs to make sure he kept his hands to himself, but he agreed to hear the two of you out.

“Listen, Stevie” you start, “Eddie wasn’t cheating. What you saw today was us.”

“No way, Y/N. I saw him getting fucked by a guy. You don’t have a dick, do you?”

Eddie chuckles and says “Jesus” under his breath, which earns a glare from Steve.

“Dude, you’ve never heard of a strap-on?“

“A-a what?”

“A strap-on. So your girlfriend can peg you in the ass, ya know?”

The color of Steve’s face almost rivaled the devil on Eddie’s Hellfire shirt. The two of you couldn’t help but to laugh at him.

“Wait, wait…that was you doing that to him? And that’s a thing? Why would you - how - you wanted that?” He’s looking between the both of you and looking like a lost puppy.

You look at Eddie for him to explain.

“Well Stevie Boy, I’m actually bisexual so I like being with girls but I also like being with guys. This is something that Y/N likes to do with me because she knows I love it. She loves it too. I’d never cheat on her. I’d never be with anyone besides her. Well, except…” Eddie trails off his rant and gives you a worried look, hoping Steve didn’t catch that part. Unfortunately, he did.

“Except who?”

Eddie looks scared now so you decide to answer.

“You, Steve.”

“What?!”

“Well we were meaning to talk to you tonight actually. We wanted to know if you might, well if you would be interested in….um…”

“Dating us!” Eddie basically screams it out, not being able to take the waiting.

Steve looks so confused. He looks like he doesn’t know what to say, but he’s asking questions before you know it.

“The both of you? Why?”

“We um, we have both liked you for a while now and we weren’t sure if you liked us but we have been watching your reactions to us flirting with you and touching you so we decided to take a chance.”

Eddie adds on “But don’t worry - if you aren’t into it then we can just forget this ever happened.”

Steve seems to be thinking about something for a few seconds and then asks “what if I don’t want to forget it happened?”

You and Eddie ask at the same time, “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I like you guys too.”

You and Eddie beam at each other before Eddie gets into his Dungeon Master voice and asks “Sir Steve Harrington, would you do us, Lady Y/N L/N and Sir Eddie Munson, the honor of being our boyfriend?”

“You are such a dork, but yes.”

You and Eddie both trip over yourselves to get to Steve and finally have the chance to kiss him.

This night went better than Steve expected.