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monarchberrysblog · 5 months

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TOO SWEET

summary: you join a small ride along with Miguel...

content warning: once again, taboo content; proceed with precaution. semi-exhibitionism (miguel fucks the reader in the forest and on his car), brat-taming, rough yet soft dom! miguel, OOC CHARACTER MIGUEL the reader has nipple piercings, unprotective p-in-v (please, do your own research when it comes to stuff like this), cigarette usage, a little TABOO, AGAIN.

word count: +3.2k words

author's notes: thank you @lemon2099 aka @sweetlemongrove and the discord server for the encouragement to keep writing 💜. Y'all are my mini family and I love y'all so much!

PART TWO TO GATITA

Miguel found him a stray cat, you unironically. Once he gave you a lick of attention, you came back for more, the same way a stray cat would whenever a stranger gave it food to eat out of pity. It felt pathetic that you would conjure up any excuse to see him again. Changing your car’s air filter, replacing your windshield wipers, hell, even trying your best to act dumb to simple repairs that you can do on your own. It was almost laughable and pathetic for you to do this, but you couldn’t help it.

The man always made you melt and become sap, like warm honey on a cold kitchen counter—no matter how much you wiped it off with a paper towel, the stick and sweetness lingered behind. But it didn’t take long for Miguel to catch on—the man was intelligent, for God’s sake. It was clear as day as you always took your shitty 1970 Chevy S-10 everywhere, and he would always recognize that iconic blue truck every time you pulled up for a simple repair.

But the innocent visit was about to fall short as the excuses to see him began to fall short. So he decided to change things up, taking you out on a late-night drive.

“M-Miguel!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, clutching onto the glove compartment of the Impala, nearly snapping the fake acrylic nails off your actual nails underneath. “Shhh… You can take it, princesa.” He pats your thigh lovingly before lightly slapping the soft flesh. “Miguel, Miguel!” Your voice fell on deaf ears as you felt the wind knocked out of your lungs.

“Nothing wrong with going a little fast.”

Yep, you've accepted your faith that you were going to die from some freak accident with an extremely hot mechanic next to you. “But it’s so fucking fast!” You screamed out, clawing at the car's dashboard with your nails. Miguel glances over, chuckling at the sight he sees. He could have sworn that if you wanted to, he would have seen some parts of the acrylic break by how strongly you were grasping the dashboard before you. “But we’re barely hitting 100, princess.”

“What?” You whined, not believing his words, as it felt like the Impala was going faster than that. “Don’t worry, we won’t be on the road too long. I need to make a pit stop. Let’s tame that little heart of yours.” Miguel chuckles before taking an exit off the freeway, finally giving you a sense of relief in your veins. “Oh, thank god, thank god…” Your exasperations never failed to bring a smile to Miguel’s face as the Impala pulled up to a nearby gas station.

The white, bright lights at the gas pumps created an ominous aura in the space, but the ambiance of familiarity filled your soul. “C’mon, let’s get something to drink before we arrive at the meet, okay?” With trembling legs similar to those of a baby deer newly born, you stumbled out of the vintage car, clutching onto the vehicle's door. “Okay, I’ll catch up soon…”

Miguel walks ahead, stepping into the gas station while you stagger behind, taking slow, steady steps to the building. “Coming, muneca?” He calls out, holding the door open for you as you stagger in, feeling the cool, icy breeze against your sticky, sweaty skin from the summer heat. “I’m coming, I’m coming…” You mumble, stepping into the gas station to grab a small drink.

After taking a sip of the cold beverage, the sight of the forest slowly came to mind as the corner stores and gas stations slowly began to fade behind you. This late-night drive became nonetheless soothing, nothing but the long road ahead, along with the low ambiance of music and the car’s engine.

His hands grasped your wrists, and you felt his calloused hand engulf your wrist almost. “Please stay still, hermosa.” He croons to you. With his free hand, his touch roamed over your body, occasionally letting his hand caress your curves, soon letting his hand grope your breast gently before rubbing the side of his thumb against your clothed nipple, lightly grazing the sensitive bud. Your back arched slightly, moving your back away from the hood of his car and towards his body. His hand lets go of your breast before tracing your figure slowly. His hand raised your skirt slowly before seeing what awaited him.

The gusset of your underwear decorated a thin, wet line before him. “Seems like you were anticipating for this to happen?” Without letting go of your wrists, his free hand went down to your clothed entrance to trace the soaked, thin line with the pad of his thumb. A soft groan escapes from the back of your throat before his fingers forcefully grasp the gusset and move it to the side. “Do me a favor and don’t move, okay?” He lets your wrist go and gets down on his knees to see your fluttering, aching core. “Be still, okay?” He whispers, raising your skirt more, letting it rest on your stomach. Nodding to his words, you laid back on the low rider and waited anxiously.

The sound of fabric ripping filled the space, causing you to look down. The man ripped your underwear, specifically from the gusset, vertically with precision. At the sound, you propped yourself up on the car's hood and looked down. You can only see his soft, wavy brown hair between your legs, leaving so much to the imagination. “I’ll get you new ones, hermosa. Don’t worry, your pretty little head.”

His middle and ring fingerpad lightly traced the entrance of your folds, gathering the clear slick. He brought his fingers to his lips, licking off the clear arousal you left behind, and scooted you closer to him, dragging you down onto the hood of the car, bringing you down to his lips. “Miguel-” You panicked before his nose bumped into your clit. Your hands grasped his thick, wavy black hair, not following his words or demands. “I told you to stay still for me.” He demands, grabbing onto the back of your knees with a grasp that can be mistaken for alligator clips used to jumpstart a car.

“Sorry…!” The apology fell on deaf ears as you mewled to his tongue, licking a long strip on your entrance, letting the flat of his tongue rest on your clit. “Now, stay still, and don’t leave a mess on the hood of my car.” He gruffs.

“I just got this shit painted, princesa.” He pauses before giving your entrance a test lick before delving into you. You seethed through your teeth, feeling his mouth delve into your entrance. The bridge of his nose occasionally bumped into your clit, creating the perfect amount of friction for you to squirm your hips closer to his nose. “You poor thing…” He mumbled before licking a long strip of your core with a flat tongue. “You want it?” He croons, pulling away from your aching entrance. Your fluttering hole ached for his company again, the same sight he saw for the first time months ago. “C’mere…” He grasped onto the back of your knees, sliding you down the hood of the Chevy before your bare cunt made contact with his clothed erection. The heat from his bulge is almost too irresistible not to grind against his aching package, waiting to be accessible under your hands and control.

You looked up from where you were lying down, and the sight before you was a sight you didn’t want to erase. Miguel kept his grasp on you but grated the aching bulge against you. “Please, please, please.” You lingered on your last plea, reaching down to his belt buckle, poorly attempting to unbuckle. “Hold on for a moment.” His hand gently grasped your wrist and moved it away from his bulge. “Let’s prep you for a moment, okay?” You nod with a breathy sigh and lay back, expecting to feel his tongue, which you don’t mind.

But something else entered, enough for you to roll your eyes back in ecstasy and to scream out, allowing your voice to echo in the forest. “I know, baby, I know…” He quiets, planting soft kisses on your temple, keeping his ring and middle finger around your rapid, wavering walls. The soft grinding motions drew out soft mewls from you, enough to soak his fingers almost immediately.

“Let’s raise this.” With his free hand, he reached to the hem of your shirt and yanked it up with vigorous force. The sight of two silver dumbbells was the first thing he saw before him, showing off the sensitive buds. “I didn’t get to see these last time…” With a careful hand, he caressed the soft mound before directing his attention to the sensitive nub, tracing the pad of his fingers around the areola.

He lowers his head down and takes in a sensitive nub into his mouth, allowing his tongue to trace the silver jewelry along the sensitive nub. “Give me a second…!” You mewled out, feeling his teeth lightly tug at the barbell piercing but letting go. “I’ve heard that saliva is a good stimulant to heal this type of piercing…” He mumbles before suckling onto your nub before his fingers slowly thrust into your aching core, awaiting to be stuffed and abused. “Oh shit,” You paused, taking in a shaky breath, feeling his calloused fingers massage your gummy walls. “Oh shit…” You repeated, soon taking labored breaths. “C’mon, princess…” Miguel whispers as he pulls away from your nipple and moves to the other, keeping his fingers at the same slow pace. “Tell me… tell me that it’s too much…” He croons. “Is it too much, princess?”

“No…” You bluff, feeling like a puddle of sap against his fingers at the slow pace. “No? Let’s pick it up, m’kay?” He innocently asks, slowly increasing the pace and curling his ring and middle finger. “Miguel…” You whimpered, at the brink of finishing all over the hood of his Impala. “Don’t even think about it, princess,” Miguel commands, picking the pace up. A yelp escapes the back of your throat, and you soon feel your legs tremble against his hold. “Please, please, please…” You whine, feeling a bit of anticipation to gush out your release. “Don’t,” He croons. “You better not finish. I finished the paint job on this car.”

You looked up with pleading eyes at the brink of tears. “Please, please, please…” You continue the mantra, knowing you are getting on Miguel’s nerves now. “No.” He demands before the familiar, wet slapping noise fills the space around you. “Is it too much?” He pushes the question again, letting the forest area get overwhelmed with a wet slapping noise. “No.” You repeat, too stubborn for your good. “I refuse to believe that. Look at you.”

He paused his words and kept up with rapid motions. “Milking my fingers, your legs trembling under my hold, I think your body says otherwise.”

“Don’t finish on this car’s hood.” He repeats, keeping the same motion and pulling his fingers out of your aching core.

Miguel’s Perspective

The look on her face is enough to laugh at. Pathetic. The look on her face made it look like she was a stranded kitten left in the rain, wanting to seek shelter in a warm space away from the cool air of the piney forest. But that wasn’t the case. She was laid out on the hood of my car like a dish served on a silver platter, waiting to be devoured and consumed. Her nervous but anticipated look is enough to send me to the edge. The urge to just take off my pants and to make her drunk on lust came to mind immediately, but no, she needs anticipation and patience other than lust.

The sight of her glistening arousal coating my fingers soon drizzled down onto the hood of the Impala. “I told you to hold it in.” I fumed, seeing the glistening arousal pool onto the hood of the car, creating a small puddle. “God, you can’t even do this one thing correctly.”

I yanked her aching core down to my bulge, seeing her glistening arousal coat a thin layer on the denim of my pants. “C’mere…” Her hands rush down to the belt buckle of my pants, moving in a manic manner to free my aching cock free. “It’s yours. You know what to do with it.”

“I don’t…” You replied, playing coy with his words. “I don’t know…” Your hands grasp the band of his boxer, yanking on it playfully. “You know how.” He croons as your hand yanks down his boxer briefs, freeing his aching cock. A low “fuck” escapes him deep from him, and it is enough for you to finish everywhere on the hood of the Impala, literally. The pink mauve-colored tip ached for your attention, showing tiny beads of precum accumulating on the head, with some sliding down his shaft, specifically tracking a prominent vein. “C’mon, you know what to do.” He repeats, wanting you to initiate these events instead.

With a forceful grab, you lead his tip to your aching core and grind it against your aching core. Your core began to kegel against the sensation of his length, feeling it rub against your clit gently. “Don’t tease me,” He insists, bucking his hips, feeling his cock free itself from your grasp. You grasp onto it again, guide his tip into your aching core, and slowly guide him in. “Shit…” You whimper, feeling the familiar pressure push up against your aching core.

“How do you feel bigger than last time?” You whined, slowly sinking into his length. “Take deep breaths for me, m’kay?” He hums, mused by the sight before him. “I know it’s a lot, baby, I know…” You take in deep breaths while he ground the tip against your cervix, to the point where it did hurt a little, but it was pleasurable. “Take your time, it’s okay…” He croons, moving a hand down to your clit, lightly grazing the sensitive bundle of nerves. A breathy whimper is the only response he receives from you.

The soft kisses against your temple are enough to ease you as the soft kisses make you giggle underneath him. “That’s enough,” He breathes out, soon grasping your hips with his hands. “Are we okay?” Miguel questions, allowing his thumb to trace the skin on your hips, specifically the stretchmarks painted on your soft skin. “Yeah, I’m okay…”

The slow thrusts slowly came to a steady pace, allowing you to get comfortable with his size. Soft mewls and whimpers escaped from the back of your throat as you laid back on the hood of the car and felt your breasts bounce a bit from the thrusting. The sight of the silver barbells decorating your nipples while your breasts bounced with his tempo displayed the sight for him. “There we go, you’re getting used to me more now…”

The feeling of the virgencita charm from his necklace lightly booped your nose, occasionally touching your lips, staining the golden charm with your lipgloss. “Is this bothering you?” He chuckles, seeing the charm bump against your lips and nose. “No, not at all…” It was a bluff; the sensation of the chain and charm tickled you while you chased the sensation bubbling against your core.

“You’re almost there?” The slight bulge in your stomach amused Miguel, seeing the bulge appear and disappear with every thrust. He lets go of your hip with one hand and pushes his hand down onto your lower stomach while keeping a steady yet hard pace. “How does that feel?” He questions, looking down to see your reaction. “Yes…” You breathed out, not giving him a proper answer as you squirmed under the pressure rise.

“C’mon, I know you��re almost close…” He praises, bullying his tip into your sopping cunt, no longer worrying about the hood of the car or the paint job that he’s been telling you about since you two arrived at an odd location in the forest. “Finish with me, come on…” He pushes, not caring how loud the two of you are. “Please, Miguel…” You scream out, no longer pleading quietly. “Finish with me.” He croons.

The chase slowly came to an end as the sudden splurge of you squirting everywhere on the hood of the Impala, following along with Miguel cradling you close in his arms, finally giving you a couple of last thrusts into your core. “There we go…” He mumbles, placing a shaky kiss on your temple and slowly pulling out. Your whine greeted his ears as he pulled out his softening cock, and a thin white line at your entrance decorated your cunt, no longer empty. “There we go, keep it in there.” You felt as if your body took a screenshot from laying on the car's hood while the sound of clothes ruffling and a belt clinking filled your ears.

The next few moments felt blurred. You felt Miguel help you off the car's hood and straighten out your now-ruffled top and skirt. “I don’t need anyone else to see you like this,” he mutters before making his way to the vehicle's passenger side. What are you doing?” You huff out, leaning against the side of the car for support. “Give me a moment,” he continues to rummage around before he grasps a small red box in his hand.

“Do you fuck with cigarettes?” He questions. You weakly nod, slowly coming down from your high. “Do you mind which brand?” The sight of the Marlboro flashed your eyes before Miguel nudged the box gently, allowing the two cigarettes to slide out a bit, enough for you and Miguel to grab. You grabbed the cancerous stick and placed it between your tinted pink lips, smeared with pink lipgloss at the corner of your lips. Reaching into his pocket, the lighter looked tiny in his grasp as he flickered on the measly lighter.

“Here,” You reach for the small lighter and take it from him with a gentle grasp, soon flicking at the small wheel. After a couple of flicks at it, the small flame appeared, emitting a tangy orange close to your hand, soon flickering along with the breeze. “Oh…!” You shield the small flickering flame with your free hand, allowing the flame to flicker about before settling its movements.

As he took a deep breath, Miguel reached for the small flame and brought the cigarette closer to it. Without removing the cigarette from his lips, he leaned down towards you and used your flame to light his cigarette. As he did so, he kept his gaze locked on yours, retaining eye contact for a moment longer than necessary. His eyes. His eyes are like embers of fire waiting to be ignited again, waiting for the next moment to be triggered.

“Here…” He grabbed the cigarette and pulled it away from your lips as he inhaled his cigarette slowly. Wary of the lit cigarette between his fingers, he gently grasps your chin and kisses you while exhaling the smoke into your mouth. He slowly pulls away from the soft kiss and lingers eyes on you.

For a moment, there was a glisten in his eye when they softened; it didn’t go unnoticed…

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lumiambrose · 1 month

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writers block does not go hard so here's a little self-indulgence...

f!reader x kaiser, nsfw below the cut, degredation, semi-public sex

kaiser has a tattoo on his thigh. another rose tattoo that wraps around his thigh and lower abdomen. he doesn't really show it off and nobody really knows about it. except you of course ;)

how? well... you just so happened to run into him last night at the club. your initial plan was to get drunk and party with your girlfriends, but that idea was short lived after you caught the blonde-haired man's eye who was lounging in the vip section.

after observing the way you'd bring smiles to all your friends faces or the way your hips swayed to the music blasting through the club, he knew he needed to know more.

so of course, kaiser ordered security to bring you up into the vip section and god, you were even more stunning up close. the tint of your lips, your silky shiny hair and your sweet sweet curves had him in a chokehold and god, it made him so hard.

he sat you down next to him and got to know you throughout the evening. well... he tried, he just couldn't keep his eyes off your sweet lips and plush tits.

and at some point late at night, he snapped. he couldn't take it anymore as he leaned in to tower over you smashing his lips to yours. taking you by surprise as he devoured your mouth, exploring every part of you, tasting the remains of the alcohol you just consumed.

despite your initial surprise, you leaned in to deepen the kiss, finally getting what you spent this whole night working for.

come on. who wouldn't dress up all sexy and go clubbing if they knew the michael kaiser was in your city?

he didn't have to know that of course. especially when this man pulls you into his lap to get closer to your throbbing heat, letting you grind on him. letting you use him.

you should be ashamed, you really should, behaving like such a whore in public. but with the gorgeous blonde grinding your hips on his aching cock, giving you so much pleasure. you can't help but whine into his mouth.

and eventually, he can't take it either. picking you up and taking you to the vip bathroom so he can finally get that blissful release that his cock aches for.

your lean against the sink as kaiser lifts your dress up and takes off your panties, storing them in his pockets for whatever fucked up reason he may have in mind.

"so wet for me." he coos into your ear as his fingers trace your slick, electing a whine from your lips.

slipping his thumb into your mouth to shut you up, he warns you, "nicht so laut, süsser. you don't want security to hear us do you?"

he then bends you over the counter as he aligns his cock with your throbbing entrace, "or maybe you do. dirty whores do like getting caught, don't they?" he teases as he gives your ass a harsh slap and finally enters you.

he absolutely ravages your pretty pussy with his fat cock, balls slapping against the plush of your ass with every thrust. the longer this goes on, the more blank your mind goes.

"what a dumb bitch" he snickers as his free hand reaches for your throat, "i haven't been inside of you for more than five minutes and you're already drunk on my dick." clenching your throat to draw out the air from your lungs.

he would be lying if he said the sight in front of him didn't absolutely destroy him. your teary eyes and fucked out expression only fuelled him further, fucking into you harder and faster.

your orgasm closes in and you cream around his long dick, trying your best to keep yourself up while you whine his name. with your legs trembling kaiser holds you up with the arm that was previously on your neck, to now place you down on your knees.

he didn't need to say anything as you went to take his cock in your mouth, tasting your own arousal mixed with his precum. to keep yourself from falling, you grip onto his chiselled thighs and that's when you finally notice the pretty rose tattoo carved along his lower body.

choking yourself on his length you trace the tattoo with one of your hands, fingers gliding gently over it as you notice it elicits such a desperate reaction from the blonde striker.

gasping at the overwhelming sensations he lets out a strained "scheisse" as he grips your hair to fuck himself down your throat, burying himself in you as he spills his hot load down your throat.

he eventually pulls out and admires your lustful expression as he helps you up and cleans you off before swiftly heading back to the vip section, leaving you fucked out and needy for more.

after you fix your makeup, you head out to find the man you just fucked lazing on the velvet sofa with two cocktails on the table next to him as he beckons you over. letting you know that the night between you and the rose-tattooed man was far from over.

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ruh--roh-raggy · 4 months

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Alone With You (William Afton x Fem! Reader) FLUFF - Part 1

Hello hello! So, uh, this was supposed to be a short one shot. It is now... not... that-- Anyways! I have missed writing for this big beautiful man. Any warnings will be labeled throughout each part. So enjoy Will laying it on thick, Henry trying his best to be a wingman, and a reader who is maybe just a little too obsessed with how huge Will is compared to them, but I'll let you be the judge of that. Let me know what you think, I love getting comments! If you would like to be added or removed from the tag list please let me know!

WARNINGS: CW! scene with aggressive man, threats of violence, other than that tooth rotting fluff, Boss! Will, age gap (Reader is in her late 20's, Will is in his early 50's), AU where Will isn't a murderer, mutual pining, flirting, dad jokes, Will being his usual awkward adorable self, Home Sweet Home adjacent, a love letter to the wonderful story "Bunny Ears" by @yellowbunnydreams that falls into a very similar vein as this, I think that's everything, if I missed any let me know!

You can find my Masterlist here! ~ AO3 Link! ~ Tip Jar!

Word Count: 7,000

Part 2

You hummed quietly along to the song that crackled over the radio in the pizzeria, laughing to yourself as you pulled out some of the noodle ball yo-yo’s from the box, shaking them slightly to watch their rubbery tendrils dance. “These things are so dumb looking.” You chuckle before dropping them into their respective prize box. You perked up slightly at the sound of your name being spoken behind you. You turned to find one of the co-owners standing on the other side of the counter. “Good morning Mr. Afton.” You greet him with a bright smile. You noticed that his usual stoic expression cracked slightly, offering you a small smile of his own.

“Good morning.” He can’t help but breathe out a laugh over how bubbly you were so early, the restaurant hadn’t even opened yet and you were already as warm and personable as ever. “Would you like any help over here? I know we got a pretty big restock in.” You glanced at the pile of boxes at your side that nearly came up to your shoulder.

“If it wouldn’t be too much trouble.” You grimace slightly as your attention turns back to him.

“Not at all, happy to help.” He carefully cuffs the sleeves of his dark purple dress shirt. You struggle to keep your eyes off of his strong forearms, the thin silver scars that littered his tan skin almost seemed to glow under the coarse dark hair that littered his arms that had always captivated you. You managed to tear your eyes away from him the moment he finished the task. “Alright,” he claps his hands together, “let's get this show on the road.” Despite his reputation, you always found that it was actually rather comfortable to be working so closely with Mr. Afton. Your boss was known for being a bit of a recluse. He never really left parts and services unless he and the other owner, Mr. Emily, were doing one of their walks in the Spring Bonnie and Fredbear suits. You remember when you first started working at Freddy’s that the other employees would always tell you how terrified they were of Mr. Afton. But, out of every conversation you have had with him, he’s been nothing but kind towards you. You let out a surprised squeak as he bumps into you slightly. “I am so sorry.” He rushes to apologize, you giggle at his worried expression.

“It’s okay Mr. Afton. I’m a lot tougher than I look, I promise.” You smile jokingly, flexing your arm. He chuckles, shaking his head slightly.

“I’m sure you are, rabbit.” He mutters barely loud enough for you to hear, you almost missed the nickname he had slipped onto the end. You smiled softly, turning back to your work as your cheeks grew warm.

“Oh perfect, you’re both here!” You turned to find Mr. Emily had walked up to the prize counter. He smiles warmly at you, “good morning honey, how are you?”

“I’m good Mr. Emily, almost done with the prize counter thanks to Mr. Afton.” You notice out of the corner of your eye how the taller man awkwardly stuffs his hands into his pockets, his attention dropping to the floor.

“Good, I’m glad Will was able to help. Jared was supposed to have done this last night, I’ll have to talk to have a word with him. I’m sorry you ended up having to take care of this.” He apologizes, his expression quickly brightening again as he remembered why he was there to begin with. “Will, I put your sweatshirts in your office. And for you, my dear,” He hands over the neatly folded purple fabric. “The rest of yours are in my office, but this is the one you asked if I could have custom ordered for you, I figured you’d want to wear that one first.” He chuckles, his eyes darting in between you and his business partner. You swallowed thickly, knowing he was expecting you to put it on.

“Custom order, huh?” Mr. Afton chimes in before his attention turns to you. “You must be pretty special, he won’t even let me custom order things.” He chuckles.

“Oh, I think you’ll like this design Will, I had one made up for you as well.” Mr. Emily practically sings. Your face felt like it was on fire, you could feel your palms starting to sweat as you gripped on tightly to the material. You timidly unfolded it before pulling it over your head. The soft fabric blanketed your body, you took a moment to unzip the short ¼ zipper to fold over the collar of the sweatshirt. You pushed up the sleeves to your elbows, finally catching sight of the bright yellow Spring Bonnie that stood out sharply against the dark purple background. You reluctantly let your eyes trail back up to your bosses. Mr. Emily stood with a proud smile on his face, arms crossed over his chest as he marveled at his work. Mr. Afton stared at the emblem on the sweatshirt with a shocked expression, his jaw hanging open until he realized you were looking. He quickly snapped it shut, straightening himself up as he tried to regain his composure.

“Spring Bonnie, huh?” He asks before clearing his throat, his voice cracking slightly as he pushes the question out.

You look away timidly, scuffing the toe of your sneaker against the black and white checkered floor. “Yeah, he’s always been my favorite, sir.” You admit bashfully. It took him a moment to respond, the silence that hung thick in the air making your heart pound in your chest.

“Well, you made a great request, it looks great on you.” Your gaze snaps back up to him, his eyes widening slightly as he realizes what he had just said. He doesn’t say another word, he simply turns on his heels and power walks towards the back of the restaurant, practically crashing through the door that led to parts and services. Mr. Emily shook his head, blinking in confusion before turning back to you.

“We have a party at noon, I’d like you to come help with Fredbear and Spring Bonnie once Meredith gets here.” You look nervously at the door to parts and services and then back to your boss.

“Yes sir, um, did I say something to upset Mr. Afton?” You ask timidly.

Mr. Emily chuckles, shaking his head. “No, I think he's flattered that Spring Bonnie is your favorite. He just doesn't know how to take a compliment.” He teases his friend.

“Okay,” you let out a small laugh yourself, shaking your head slightly. “Mer should be here around eleven, I'll head back to your office around then.”

“Sounds good to me, thank you in advance.” He smiles warmly before hurrying off.

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William collapsed into his chair with an aggravated groan. “Goddamn am I out of practice.” He shakes his head. “It looks great on you.” He repeats himself in a mocking tone. “Get a fucking grip, Will.” Henry bursts into the room, looking at Will with an expression of pure disbelief.

“What in the faz-fuck was that?” He kicks the door shut behind him. “You don’t just tell the girl she looks nice and run off.”

“I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” He snaps through gritted teeth. “I’m sure she doesn’t want some creepy old man flirting with her.”

“Will, you’re the farthest thing from a creepy old man.” His friend reassures him with a firm nod. “You’re one of those… what are the young people calling them now… a DILF?”

“A what?” William laughs loudly.

“A DILF, you know, a dad I’d like to- whatever, it’s not important. What is important is we need to fix whatever the hell just happened there.” Henry exclaims as he points dramatically outside. “You used to be the biggest flirt I knew in college, what the hell happened?”

“I got married is what happened.” Will responds gruffly. “The second I put a ring on that woman’s finger, any sort of spark we had was gone.” He grumbles. “I haven’t flirted with anyone in twenty odd years.”

“Well we need to get you up to speed my friend.” Henry chuckles, clapping the taller man on the shoulder.

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The first hour or so of your shift was spent running the prize counter, excited groups of kids running up to the plexiglass case and asking how much for whichever particular prize had caught their eye.

“Sorry I'm late, traffic was a nightmare at the center.” Meredith huffs as she hurriedly pulls on her newly appointed sweatshirt. “Aw, you got a Spring Bonnie one, that's cute.” She smiles.

“Apparently, Mr. Emily took it upon himself to get me and Mr. Afton matching ones.” You chuckle. “Also, I'm scheduled for a walk in an hour, so I'll be back.” You hurriedly excuse herself before she has a chance to ask any questions. The silence that surrounds you as the door to the main pizzeria shuts is all consuming. You took a deep breath, it was the first time it had been quiet since you had arrived at work. You stretched, rolling your shoulders back before starting down the hallway. You had done this job plenty of times, it was honestly one of the best parts of your week. You knocked hesitantly on the door to parts and services, listening for the soft ‘come in’ from Mr. Afton inside. He says your name softly, a smile lacing its way across his lips.

“Perfect timing, I was just about to get into costume.” He groans as he stands, carefully undoing the buttons on his dress shirt. You had seen him go through this process dozens of times, but even now it still amazes you to watch him get into the suit. Something so expertly crafted by his own hands, as dangerous as it was beautiful, if the slightest thing were to go wrong that suit held the potential to kill him where he stood. “You mind giving me a hand?” He asks with a charming smile. You nod, hurrying to his side. He inserts a turnkey into Spring Bonnie’s torso, pulling the internal supports out of the way in order for his body to fit inside. Your eyes burned into the section of the suit you were staring at. In the brief glance you had allowed yourself to have, you had noticed how his muscles almost seemed to glow with the thin sheen of sweat that had formed from working on animatronics all day. The black tank top that stretched tightly across his toned chest left no room for speculation about just how strong Mr. Afton was. He takes hold of your hand, swapping it out for his on the key. “Hold it tight, okay?” He instructs gently. You nod, trailing his movements as he picks up the torso and slips it over his head. He places his hand loosely over yours. “I got it rabbit, you can slip your hand out.” He says quietly, focusing intensely on the internal supports. You carefully do as he asks, earning a hushed “beautiful” from him. He makes sure that everything is secured in place before pulling out the key, and slowly releasing the breath he had been holding. “So far so good.” He chuckles. You repeat the same process with the legs and arms, leaving him fully suited up minus the yellow rabbit’s head.

“Your bowtie’s a little crooked.” You point out with a bashful smile. “Mind if I straighten it out?”

“Not at all.” You take a step closer to him, running your fingers over the soft purple fabric. You carefully adjust the bowtie back into its proper position.

“There, now Spring Bonnie will look as handsome as possible.” You giggle, your cheeks growing warm as he shoots you a playful smile in response. You quickly pull your hands away from him as Mr. Emily walks in the room. He chat’s happily with you and Mr. Afton as he expertly gets himself into his own suit.

“It should be a relatively easy walk, just take it slow, there are a lot of kids out there at the moment.” Mr. Emily explains.

“Just another Thursday, Henry.” Mr. Afton responds with a chuckle. “You should have a pretty easy time, but you’re already an expert at this as it is.” He offers you a lopsided smile that you can’t help but return. He glances up at the clock. “Well, it’s showtime boys and girls.” He grabs the mascot head from his workbench, quickly slipping it over his head. Mr. Emily copied his actions, looking in the mirror by the door to make sure Fredbear’s hat was on correctly before following you out into the hallway. You knew from experience that Mr. Afton had a harder time seeing out of the suit than Mr. Emily, having to remove his glasses before putting the costume on. You reached back, allowing your hand to bump into the fingers of the Spring Bonnie costume, offering to lead Mr. Afton to the picture spot so he wouldn’t have to worry about stumbling. He allows his hand to engulf yours, following closely behind you as you wound your way expertly through the excited groups of kids. You brought them to a well lit corner of the restaurant that was specifically set up for pictures. You step in front of both of them as they step into their spots.

“Mr. Fredbear, Mr. Spring Bonnie, let me know if you need anything.” You smile warmly at the pair before heading off to interact with the crowd that had formed around the performers. For the most part your day went on like normal, you kept the hoard of kids and parents alike organized enough to keep your bosses from getting overwhelmed by all the people wanting pictures or just to meet their favorite anthropomorphic animal friend. That was until you noticed one little girl who appeared to be hiding off to the side. She clutched a yellow rabbit plush to her chest, nervously shuffling her feet as she watched the rest of the kids run up excitedly to the mascots. You looked around to find no one appeared to be waiting with her, so you decided to see if you could help. You approach the girl with a friendly smile and a wave. “I noticed you're looking a bit down friend, is everything okay?” She looks between you and the crowd behind you.

“I want to go say hi to Spring Bonnie but I'm scared.” She admits in a tiny, shaky voice.

“Well, that’s definitely no fun. Why don't you tell me what's scaring you, maybe I can help.” You offer kindly.

“There's just a lot of big kids, and Spring Bonnie looks a lot bigger than he does in the pictures too.” You noticed how she absentmindedly tugged at one of the rabbits ears in an attempt to comfort herself.

“Can I let you in on a big secret?” You lower your voice to just above a whisper, making the girl lean in to listen with wide, excited eyes. “I happen to be best friends with Spring Bonnie and Fredbear.” You nod in response to the shocked gasp she let out. You held out your hand, introducing yourself to the girl, her black pigtails bouncing in time with her growing excitement.

“My name’s Addie.” She responds with a gapped tooth smile.

“Well, Miss Addie, since we're friends, why don't I take you to meet my other friend Spring Bonnie so you can say hi!” She nods, looking at the crowd with some remaining apprehension. “Still a lot of scary big kids, huh?” She hurriedly responds, proving you right. “I'll tell you what, if you hold my hand, I promise no one will bother you.” She timidly takes your hand, letting you guide her in the direction of Spring Bonnie and Fredbear. She clung to your leg as you approached the large golden rabbit's side. “Excuse me Mr. Spring Bonnie.” You couldn't help the smile that passed over your lips as you noticed the man inside the suit straighten up at the sound of your voice. “My friend Addie is very excited to meet you, but she's a little nervous.” He tilts his head to the side slightly, like a dog hearing an unfamiliar sound. He dramatically looks around for someone the same height as you before letting his gaze drop a little lower, making a small startled movement when his eyes land on the girl. You feel her grip tighten on your hand, inching herself further behind you. “Still a little too scary up close, huh?” You kneel down beside her, bringing yourself closer to his height. “I promise, Spring Bonnie wouldn't hurt a fly, you don't have to be scared of him.” You try to reassure her

“How do you know?” She asks timidly.

“Here, I'll show you he's not so scary.” You give her a comforting smile, softly squeezing her hand in reassurance before standing back up. You walked up to the large yellow rabbit, giving him a small, bashful smile before pushing yourself up onto your toes and pressing a quick peck to the tip of the suit's nose. “See, he's not scary at all.” Seeing the fact you managed to get face to face with the monster bunny seemed to put Addie’s nerves at ease. You could feel Mr. Afton’s gaze burning into the side of your face before his attention was pulled away by the little girl. She bravely approaches him, reaching out to tap a finger against his arm.

“Excuse me, Spring Bonnie.” She squeaks before pulling a folded up picture out of the chest pocket of her bright blue overalls. “I made you a drawing.” Spring Bonnie excitedly motions to the drawing, passing it off to you as he knelt down in front of her. He opens his arms signaling he was asking for a hug but he waited for Addie to make the first move. She nervously looks up at you for guidance, you give her a reassuring nod, silently signaling that it was okay. She slots herself into his arm, giving the suit a tight squeeze with her little arms. You unfold the drawing for Spring Bonnie to look at, your smaller, ungloved fingers a much better fit for the task. You hand it over to him, smiling as you watch the interaction of him silently fawning over her masterpiece that she made just for him, making Addie giggle. The drawing depicted Addie holding onto Spring Bonnie's hand, best friends scrawled across the bottom of the page in blocky purple letters.

“Addie, there you are!” You turn quickly to see a very worried looking mother making her way towards you. “I told you I'd come see Spring Bonnie with you honey, you didn't have to run off.” She chuckles, kneeling down as her daughter crashes into her arms. “See? I told you he wasn't going to be scary.”

“My new friend was a big help.” She beams up at you.

“Miss Addie was very brave. Thank you for coming to say hello to Mr. Spring Bonnie.” She runs up and gives the rabbit one last tight hug around his leg before heading off with her mother. You glanced up at the clock, realizing the scheduled 30 minutes was up you collected the two men and dismissed them to the back without much of a fuss. “Would you like any help Mr. Emily?” You ask as you take the Fredbear head from him, setting it gently on the workbench.

“I should be all set, Will might like your help though.” He nods in his co owner's direction. You noticed him struggling to take off the head, the thick, fabric fingers making it difficult for his hands to properly articulate.

“Would you like some help, Mr. Afton?” You ask sweetly.

“Please, these stupid gloves make it impossible to hold onto anything.” He chuckles. You carefully take hold of the mask, your body pressing into the Spring Bonnie suits plush stomach as you struggle to accommodate for your boss's massive stature. You push the head up enough for him to get a proper hold on it in order for it to be removed. He blinked a couple times as he left the dark confines of the head, continuing to squint as his eyes adjusted to the light. A soft smile finds its way to your lips as you pick up his glasses off of his work bench, unfolding the stems and presenting them neatly to him. His eyes drop to the gold wire frames, looking back at you with a charming lopsided smile that makes your heart pound. “Thank you rabbit.” He quickly pulls off one of his gloves to accept the item. Running his finger through his hair in an attempt to put back the sweaty tendrils that had fallen and stuck to his forehead. As he takes them from you he leans in slightly to whisper, “you know, if you wanted a kiss from Spring Bonnie you should've just asked.” Your cheeks grew warm, you stumble slightly over a toolbox on the floor, the loud clattering catching Mr. Emily’s attention.

“Well don't kill the poor girl.” He rushes to your side in order to steady you. “Honestly Will, the amount of times I've told you about leaving your tools around.” He continues to fuss over you for a moment, you reassured him you were just a bit startled by the noise. Your eyes met Mr. Afton’s, a playful glimmer in his gaze as he slowly trailed over your form. He shakes his head slightly, massaging the bridge of his nose under his glasses before quickly turning away.

“I should probably get back to the floor.” You state softly, slowly backing up towards the door. You pause when Mr. Afton calls your name.

“Thanks for all the help today.” The corners of your mouth quirk up in a smile.

“Happy to help.” You noticed him pause briefly, it registering in his mind how he had said something similar in regards to your thanks earlier. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, letting your gaze linger on him for a bit longer than necessary before slipping out into the hallway.

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“She's not going to want some creepy old man flirting with her.” Henry mocks Will’s statement from earlier. “I don't know Will, she seems pretty sweet on you already.” Will didn't miss the mischievous smirk that quickly passed over his friend's features.

“Henry, don't you fucking dare.” He points an accusatory finger at him. “The last thing I need is for you getting your hands involved in my love life.” He grumbles.

Henry turns to Will, giving him an incredulous look. “Did we- did we witness the same attempt at you flirting earlier?”

“I'm rusty!” He snaps in response.

“Rusty isn't the word for it, my friend.” Henry chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans up against one of the workbenches along the wall. “I've been in a happy, loving marriage for almost thirty years, just saying.” He raises his hands in front of him innocently. Will just stares blankly back at him, waiting for Henry to whip out some punchline to prove he was fucking with him. He couldn't seriously be suggesting that he should ask you on a date. But he knew that look in Henry’s eyes, the pair had been best friends nearly their entire lives, it would be a hard detail to miss. Henry wasn't just serious about helping him flirt with you, he was excited, and an excitable Henry Emily is something Will adamantly tried to avoid. Henry sighs, seeing Will’s apprehension wasn't wavering in the slightest. “Listen, think what you want. You're too old to get back in the game, she's too young for you, whatever. But, Will, I wished you noticed how her eyes sparkle when she looks at you. I think that would give you all the confidence you need.” He jumps as his pager goes off, quickly pulling it from his belt. “Gotta run, problem at the front. Think on it for a while, okay?” Will cringes slightly as Henry slams the door behind him.

“Her eyes sparkle when she looks at me, huh?” Will chuckles, running his fingers through his salt and pepper hair. “Henry, I think you're just a hopeless romantic.”

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Your fists shook from their position clenched at your side. Leaving parts and services behind you walked out onto the main floor only to find one of the new hostesses getting screamed at by an upset patron. You immediately rushed over to help, placing yourself in between the terrified teenager and the middle aged man who needed to learn some manners. You didn't even get through asking what the problem was before all his anger was directed at you. Apparently, the issue was that his beer had been knocked over by one of the dozens of children that raced around the establishment, and from the smell coming off of him you could tell he probably should've been cut off a while ago. “I expect to be compensated for the entire fucking visit. I am absolutely appalled at the state this place is in! Where's your manager, both of you need to be fucking fired for how poorly you treat customers.” At the threat of losing her job the hostess you had rescued started to cry. “See? They have fucking children running this place, ridiculous.”

“Sir, this conversation doesn't involve her anymore, I would appreciate it if you left her out of it.” Despite trying to keep your voice calm you couldn't hide the definitive snap of your anger bubbling up. Being here as long as you had, you’ve grown pretty close with most of the employees here. As cheesy as it sounds they were your family, and you would be damned if you were going to let this drunk asshole disrespect your family.

“Oh, all high and mighty over here, are we?” He waves his hands in front of him. “What? You want a fucking prize for trying to be a hero?” You heard Mr. Emily call your name from across the restaurant as he struggled to push through the crowd that had surrounded the commotion.

“What I want is for the drunk in front of me to stop berating one of my hostesses-” You were cut off, wincing away as he swung to strike you across the face. Much to your surprise the slap never came. You turned back to the man, ready to beat him to the ground, but it appeared that someone had beaten you to the punch, literally.

William Afton was on top of the man in the blink of an eye. Hauling his short, fat frame from the floor by his collar, leaving the man's toes barely skimming the neon patterned carpet. The man let out a shocked sound and began to protest, whatever clever response he had dreamed up died in his throat as a deep guttural growl left your boss. He slams the man up against the wall, you struggle to stop yourself from laughing as you watch him attempt to stretch himself to the floor. “Apparently, we need a crash course in how to keep our hands to ourselves.” Mr. Afton snarls.

“If it wasn't for the fact that she-” he quickly raises an arm to point at you.

“If you don't want to lose that finger I suggest you drop it.” His tone was dangerous, something you had never seen from him before. You were finally snapped from your trance by Mr. Emily gently shakes your shoulder and calls your name.

“Honey, come on. Come sit down in my office, just let him handle this.” He fusses over you as he leads you towards the back of the restaurant. The muffled, far off sound of Mr. Afton’s voice as he yelled at the man who had tried to assault you was drowned out when the door slammed shut behind you. You thudded into the cushions of the couch in his office, he pulled a bottle of water out of the mini fridge under his desk, handing it over to you and instructing you to drink it slowly. He quickly hurried out of the office once again, leaving you to sit in silence. You scrunched up your face uncomfortably, the painful thudding of your heart against your ribs finally registering. You felt a tear drip off your jaw and onto your lap, it took you a moment to realize you were crying. The door to Mr. Emily’s office opened softly, you looked over to find Mr. Afton peering around the door.

“Don’t look at me like that, you look like you’re about to apologize for something.” You attempt to joke to lighten the mood.

“Of course I’m going to apologize, rabbit, this happened on my watch.” He tries to argue.

“It’s not your fault that guy’s a douchebag.” He cautiously takes a few steps closer to you, kneeling down in front of your position seated on the couch.

“He didn’t get his hands on you, did he?” You shake your head, eyes trailing down to your lap. He chewed the inside of his cheek as his eyes traced over the terrified expression that had settled itself on your face.

You sniff, smiling up at him through teary eyes. “He probably hits like a bitch anyways.” He chuckles, pushing some stray hair out of your face. You sniff, “that was just really scary.” He tuts quietly, pulling you into a warm embrace.

“I’m going to kill him if I ever see again.” He grumbles. “No one hurts my rabbit.” Your eyes widened slightly as your cheeks grew warm. He cradles you against him for a moment, your body easily relaxing in his arms.

You jump as Mr. Emily bursts back into the room. “He managed to squeak out before I could call the cops.” He huffs. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine Mr. Emily, promise.” You attempt to reassure him. He sighs, still eying you with a worried expression.

“Will, drive her home, make sure she gets something to eat.” He waves at his friend. “I’m giving you the rest of the weekend off with pay, go rest up.”

“Oh, Mr. Emily you don’t have to-”

“Weekend! With pay! This is non-negotiable, young lady!” He exclaims dramatically.

“Come on rabbit.” Will chuckles, helping you up off the sofa. “Let’s get you something to eat.” Your hand lingers in his for a little longer than necessary, his striking silver eyes scanning over your features. You opened the door to Mr. Emily’s office only to find all of your coworkers crowded around outside. They all froze at the sight of Mr. Afton, knowing how bad it looked that they all had abandoned the floor. He sighs, glancing down at you and back up at them. “She’s okay. If any of you see that guy around here again you come tell me or Mr. Emily, he’s permanently banned from Freddy’s.” You feel the warmth of his palm spread across your back as he places a hand in between your shoulders. “I just wish we could've done more to teach that asshole a lesson.”

“Mr. Afton, you literally threw him out into the parking lot. If Mer hadn't stopped you it seemed like you probably would've handled the job pretty well.” One of the cooks chuckles only to be met with a collective murmur of approval from the group.

“Unfortunately, no matter how much I would've loved to watch you beat that guy into the pavement, it wouldn't be worth getting you locked up.” You glanced up at him only to find a semi surprised expression on his face. This was the first time he had witnessed such unwavering respect from all of his employees. Your attention is drawn to Meredith as she says your name, “you going to be alright?”

“Yeah, I should be okay.” Your cheeks grew warm as you continued to explain the situation. “Mr. Afton’s going to drive me home.” You scanned over the group. “Where's Katie?” You watched a few of them shuffle out of the way as she was shoved to the front, her cheeks stained with tears as she looked down at the floor.

“It's all my fault that guy tried to hit you, I'm so sorry.” She sniffles.

“Hey,” you grab her gently by the shoulder, “that guy was a douchebag, I want to make sure you're okay.” At your genuine concern she broke down again, pulling you into a hug as she apologized repeatedly.

“Ryan, she comes in with you right?” Mr. Afton asks her boyfriend, who nods. “Both of you get out of here, I'll fix your time cards.” He nods to the doors. “The rest of you get back to the floor.” There was a hurried bunch of yessir’s and affirmative sounds as they hurried back out to their positions, Ryan taking Katie out the back door so they could leave. “Right, now that everyone knows you're okay,” the two of you share a laugh at all your coworkers' concern, “how about we go get something to eat, if that's alright with you.”

“I think that sounds like a great idea.” You smile at him, allowing him to lead you outside. He seemed nervous as he fumbled his keys from his pocket, nearly dropping them on the ground in the process. “What kind of food do you like?” He asks as he slides into the driver's seat next to you.

“I'm not picky, whatever works for me.” You reassure him. He grips the steering wheel tightly, swallowing thickly before turning to look at you.

“At the risk of sounding like an absolute creep, would you like to come back to my house so I can cook for you?” At the question your heart began to pound in your chest. He wanted you to come back to his house with him?

“You want to cook for me?” You couldn't stop a smile from lacing its way across your lips as you repeated the question back to him. “Why?”

“All the restaurants around here are pretty shitty,” he responds with a chuckle, “I happen to know my way around the kitchen pretty well… only if that's something you're comfortable with, of course.”

“If it's not too much trouble, Mr. Afton-”

“Will… you, um, you can call me Will.” His silver eyes met yours, your breath freezing in your lungs. “And it's no trouble at all. I'm looking forward to spending time with you.” He admits with a lopsided grin. You let out a flustered giggle before responding.

“I am too.” Will didn’t miss the nervous excitement in your tone.

You pulled down the long gravel driveway, the thick fir trees acting as a tunnel that eventually opened to reveal a modest, pale yellow colonial tucked away nicely into the wilderness. “It must be nice not having to worry about neighbors.” You chuckle.

“What can I say? I like my privacy.” He jokes in response. You stick close to him as you head onto the porch, every snapping branch making you jump as you wait for him to unlock the door. “Don’t worry rabbit, I won’t let anything hurt you.” He promises with a coy smile. He pushes the door open, motioning for you to walk in ahead of him. Will’s house was furnished simply, there wasn’t much decoration outside of the basic necessities. A well loved, comfortable looking couch and matching loveseat sat around a well kept fireplace, from the fresh logs that sat inside it appeared to have been used recently. The walls were completely bare, painted a pale sage green with ivory trim, a stark contrast from his fellow co owner who practically had an entire family album strewn across his desk. “It’s not much–”

“It’s cozy, I like it.” You reassure him with a soft smile.

“Well…” he starts, “It definitely feels a lot more like a home with you in it.” Your heart thudded loudly in your chest, your eyes meeting Will’s the instant the words tumbled from his lips. “You know, I just… I just don’t have company that often… it feels more like a home when there’s someone besides just me here.” He laughs awkwardly. You let out a shy giggle, your gaze quickly trailing to the floor.

“I’ll have to make this more than a one time visit then.” He takes your hand in his, gingerly bringing your knuckles to his lips, his thumb trailing over your skin, dulling the electric buzz that ran through your fingers from the small gesture.

“I’d really like that rabbit.” Your cheeks grow warm, the two of you exchanging a soft smile as he guides you in the direction of the kitchen.

“How would you like me to help?” Will gives you a shocked look, studying you carefully as a playful grin laces its way across his lips.

He can’t help but chuckle as he watches you roll up your sleeves, your usual bubbliness radiating from behind whatever nerves you were currently experiencing. “You want to help me cook?”

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” Will laughs at your blunt response.

“Alright,” he holds up his hands in defeat, “no need to get so hostile.” You felt yourself relax as laughter of your own bubbled up in your throat. Your eyes met his, warmth spreading through your chest as butterflies erupted in your stomach. In that moment it really settled in just how right all of this felt.

Will sat across from you at the small, circular dining room table, a cluster of randomly assorted scented candles served as your lighting. You swirled around the dark red wine you held in your hand before taking a sip, Will was completely captivated as he watched the glass come to rest against your lips. “Thank you for dinner.” You speak up after a few moments of silence.

“I should be thanking you,” he says with a chuckle, “you were a big help.” The way his silver eyes seemed to almost glow in the dim light made your heart race, he looked at you with such fondness in his expression. “Rabbit, you look very beautiful tonight.”

You can’t help but giggle at his compliment, your cheeks growing warm as his gaze holds you in place. “Thank you Will.” You trail a finger around the rim of your glass, struggling to keep the dumb smile off your face.

“You’re blushing.” He remarks with a proud smirk.

“I am not!” You respond immediately, your flustered tone not masked in the slightest by your loud laughter. He just simply smiles, his gaze trailing over your features, mapping out every single curve and angle. You glanced at the clock, letting out a regretful sigh when you realized how late it had gotten. “I should probably get heading home.”

“Wow, when did it get so late?” He remarks in awe, finally noticing the time as well. “I’m sorry to have kept you–” The words die in his throat as he feels the warmth of your much smaller hands slowly cover his own.

“I had a really nice time with you tonight, Will.” The comment hung in the air for a moment as he thought of how to respond.

“Maybe… Maybe we could do this again sometime then?” His voice came out softly, barely more than a murmur, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of you gently holding his hand in your own.

“I’d like that.” You respond in a similar tone. You let your thumb slowly trail over his, the callouses he had built up over years of hard manual labor were rough under your fingertips. You reluctantly pulled your hand back, folding it neatly in your lap with the other.

The ride back to your house was spent in a tense silence, neither of you knowing exactly what to say at the moment. Your chest tightens as he shifts the car into park, you notice out of the corner of your eye how his mouth falls open to speak but no words come out at first. You turn to face him, prepared to say your goodbye for the evening, but your voice died in your throat when your eyes met his. He scanned over your face, his gaze eventually landing on your lips. For a brief moment the thought of how his scruff would feel as he kissed you flashed through your mind, how warm his hand would be against your cheek as he pulled you in closer. You shook the idea off before you could entertain it any further.

“I guess I will see you next week.” Every word tumbled slowly from his lips, not wanting to have to leave you a moment sooner than necessary.

“Unfortunately Mr. Emily seemed pretty serious about the whole weekend with pay, so next week it is.” You laugh demurely.

“If you need anything, you give me a call, okay?” You swallow thickly at his husky tone.

You nod, “okay.” You reach for the handle on the door, hesitating as your fingers wrap around the cool metal. Will began to fidget with the radio as he struggled to keep his eyes off of you, the soft crackling the only sound to break up the otherwise deafening silence. In one swift movement, you turned, lips landing on Will’s cheek. He sat motionless as you pulled back, his jaw hung slack in shock as he tried to process what had just happened. “Goodnight, Will.” You whisper as you hurriedly open the door.

“Goodnight, rabbit.” He can’t help but let his eyes trail after you as you stand, drinking in one last sight of you before you have to part ways. Both of you are already dreading the eternity of spending the weekend apart.

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Need a rick Grimes anal smut like could u imagine letting this man put it in there like I know he's thick as well imagine it's Ur first time and it hurts a little but knowing he's getting so much pleasure from it ugh 🤤🤣like he gets off on u being so vulnerable haha anyways-

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Hey sweethearts 👉🏼👈🏼 it's my first time writing something like this and most of the time I didn't know what I was doing 👉🏼👈🏼💗 Gosh I don't remember the last time I was so freaking insecure about posting something...but yeah here it is 🥴💗

Warnings: anal sex, praise kink and my usual smutty stuff

"Darling?", Rick deep voice enters your ear from your bedroom and you call out, "Yes?"

You slide the brush through your still-damp hair and step into the doorway to take a look at your boyfriend.

Rick is leaning against the headboard of the bed with his hands clasped behind his head, "I'd like to ask you something."

His upper arms bulge and tighten his shirt as he moves a little and you mumble distractedly, "Yeah, sure. Hang on a sec. I'll be right there."

With one last glance at Rick, you turn and blow out the candle before setting your brush down next to the sink and stepping into the bedroom, smiling.

Swinging, you drop onto your bed and pull your knees up to your chest, "So?"

Rick drops his arms and your eyes dart over his heavy curls that fall low on his face. Without thinking, you reach out and brush it from his gorgeous blue eyes, then placing your hand on his beard-covered cheek and gently tugging at his gray hair, "What do you want to ask me?"

Calculating, he looks at you, thinking about how to phrase his question so as not to scare you off. Not that you're scared and insecure, but he knows that the question he wants to ask you would make you cringe. He just knows it.

So he reaches out and pulls you closer until you're kneeling beside him and he doesn't take his eyes off you, "I want you to do something for me."

Irritated, you furrow your eyebrows and rest your hand flat on his stomach, "Okay? And what do you want me to do for you?"

Gently tugging at the fabric of his shirt, he slides a hand to your hip as his eyes flash, "Would you let me take you from behind?"

Astonished by his question, you shrug, "Yeah? Why not?"

It's not like Rick hasn't pushed you across a table to fuck you from behind before. It's nothing special, per se, and especially nothing he'd have to explicitly ask you to do beforehand.

His hand slides from your hip to your ass and he squeezes, "Not the way you think, darling."

Rick can tell by your face when it clicks in your head and you understand what he's getting at.

Your pretty face flushes red and you mumble, "Is that what you want?"

"Hmhm," his body vibrates under your palm and you wince.

Actually, you shouldn't be surprised that he asked you.

Most of all, you should have expected it.

Never would he do anything without your consent, but every once in a while, as he bent you over the kitchen counter and fucked you dumb until your hips bruised from his hard thrusts, he would press his thumb very gently against your second entrace and yes, with the squeeze on both sides, you had the orgasm of your life every time. But he never brought it up to you and you always skirted the issue too.

Until now.

Just the thought of you so vulnerably sticking your butt up in the air to get fucked in the ass and shaking with fear that it would hurt turns him on.

So much so that his pupils grow huge and you look into his dark eyes as you ask uncertainly, "Now?"

He lowers his eyes to your lips, "Yes, darling. Now."

You're really not averse to all of this, and you know that Rick would never intentionally hurt you so much that you couldn't take it.

But even with that guy who took your virginity in the backseat at your school, you were incredibly insecure and scared, as you are now, as you close your fist around his shirt and breathe in a shaky voice, "Okay."

Slowly, he straightens up a little until he's close to your plump lips and whispers, "You trust me, right?"

You nod and he hums, "Then trust me to take care of you and to stop when you don't want to anymore."

Again you nod and he connects his lips with yours.

His kiss is gentle and comforting, even as he pushes you down onto the mattress by the shoulder and slides over you, careful not to smother you with his significantly larger body.

Rick's gray beard, which has grown a bit longer than he would normally wear it, scrapes across your soft cheek and he breaks away from your lips to place small kisses on your jaw, running his hands along the sides of your body, "My pretty girl. Will you spread your legs for me?"

Your fingers dig into his shoulders as he pushes your legs further apart with his hips and his head wandering lower.

Your breath stops for a moment as he pushes up your sleep shirt, which is actually his, and spreads wet kisses around your belly button.

A soft whimper escapes your lips, "Rick..." as your legs start to shake from him being so close, already clenching greedily.

"Yes, darling?", usually Rick is more the rough and harsh type but today even his voice is soft as velvet and you squirm as he presses his thumb against the fabric of your panties covering your dampening pussy.

You don't even know what exactly you were going to say as he presses your clit through the fabric and you moan, pressing your head into the pillows.

Rick is good at everything he does and he even excels at sex. It's like he's made it his personal mission to make you cum as often as he can, and if you're honest, just looking down is almost enough to make you cum for him.

The way he kneels between your legs and the curls you brushed out of his face earlier are hanging back in front of his eyes…

He licks his lips as he looks down at your wet pussy, "Take it off, darling."

His southern drawl becomes heavier and you reach for the waistband of your panties with clammy hands.

Somewhat awkwardly, you kick your panties to the side and immediately Rick lowers his head between your legs.

At first it's just his breath hitting your twitching cunt, but still you whimper softly and he purrs, "Such a good girl. You just lie there and be pretty for me. That's all you want, right? To be pretty for me and take what I give you."

Your eyes are glued to his curly head, and when he kisses the inside of your thigh, you gasp, "Yes."

You realize he doesn't mean it, but the way he talks to you in bed turns you on so much that you cry out softly when then too his lips are on your soaking cunt and he licks over it from bottom to top.

Your clit throbs and you reach for his hair, but he pulls his head away from you and straightens up, "Turn around."

The heart in your chest stops for a moment before you obey his command and turn onto your stomach.

His callused fingers grab your hips and he pulls you to your knees so he has your ass right in front of his cock and your whole body tenses.

Rick feels your tense muscles and gently squeezes your hip, "Darling, relax. It's all good."

It's a strange mixture of arousal and fear, being so vulnerable and practically defenseless, that you flinch violently as he slides his hand between your legs and plays lightly on your pussy.

Actually, you kind of expected him to get right down to business, but instead he presses his finger into your wet cunt and you moan hoarsely.

"You're so wet, you're just going to start dripping because I'm going to plug your other hole," his voice is an octave lower and you push your ass harder towards him so he pushes a second finger inside you.

His second finger slides effortlessly inside you and you whimper his name.

You remember very clearly how it felt the first time Rick fucked you.

It was messy and wild.

Completely driven by desire as you narrowly escaped a herd.

Even now you know how the bark of the tree he pressed you against felt on your back.

It was so incredibly rough and now Rick strokes his palm over that very spot, pulling his fingers out of your wet pussy to let them slide to his real target.

At first you are far too distracted by the loss of his fingers in your quivering cunt that you barely have time to tense up again when he is already pressing his wet finger into you with gentle pressure.

You tear your eyes open and want to sit up out of reflex.

It feels so incredibly unfamiliar and strange, but immediately he grabs your neck and presses your face back into the pillows, "Stay down. Just trust me and if you don't want to anymore, tell me, okay?"

A soft cry is your agreement and you squint your eyes.

Even though it's so unfamiliar, it feels damn good and you start to relax, making Rick growl hoarsely, "Such a pretty girl. Taking my finger so well."

Moaning, you press up against him and he has to pull himself together to keep his rock hard cock from pulling out and fucking your ass immediately.

He can literally feel how excited and scared you are and fuck maybe it's wrong that this turns him on.

Your pussy twitches with every thrust of his finger and he does not even know where to look.

Your ass, which rises high or your cunt, which shines wet and the juice that runs from you down your thighs, or yet your gorgeous face that is already red with excitement.

He takes a deep breath before he pulls himself together, "Are you all right, darling?"

"Yes, Rick," your voice is so soft that his cock immediately twitches again and he moans, "Second finger?"

You nod, and he does it.

The stretch is stronger this time and you wince.

Normally you would have lube, but today your juices between your legs will have to do.

You reach for the sheets beneath you and whimper, "Rick...I..." Your voice fails and he grunts as your little body trembles again. Fuck are you hot.

With circular motions, he continues to work his way until you're kneeling before him, whimpering with arousal.

"Is it okay, darling?"

You can barely think straight and gasp, "I'm fine."

"Hmhm," he releases his hand from your neck and reaches for his pants to pull out his thick cock and you murmur quietly, "Rick, you're big, I don't...you know."

You're not wrong.

He's actually not badly hung, and your pussy is almost too tight to squeeze inside you at times.

But he wants it so much that he growls, "I’ll make it fit."

His cock twitches expectantly as he spits and rubs his hand over his cock before positioning himself in front of your entrance and putting a hand on your hip so you can't slide away from him.

You bite down hard on your bottom lip as he pushes the tip of his cock into you, stretching you like you could never have imagined.

It hurts.

Not very much, but you notice him slowly but steadily fighting resistance to be inside you, and when you hear his panting breath, you have to groan yourself.

Rick always struggles with his self-control when he's fucking you, but the sounds he's making right now as he sinks his cock completely inside you and his balls bump against your swollen cunt is the best thing you've ever heard.

His body falls forward and he just barely catches himself with his hands before he could bury you under him, "Darling..." His voice breaks and your pussy clenches.

Oh god, the feeling of having him inside you like this is intense and pleases you. Maybe even more than is good for you.

Rick doesn't move an inch and brings out, "You good?" in a clenched voice, and you gasp, "Move."

Heavily, he straightens back up and puts an arm around you again to play with your pussy as he moves as slowly as he can inside you.

The thrusts aren't necessarily, what makes you moan so much, but the twitching and squirming of Rick's cock in your ass.

He can feel you getting looser around him, rubbing against him to get more.

"That's my good girl. Give me what I want and don't complain," a jolt goes through your body and Rick pinches your clit.

Your pussy and ass are on fire and you howl pitifully, "More."

His free hand slides back to your neck, where he grabs you tightly and thrusts harder into your little body.

Harder than he should dare, but you just moan comfortably and he's so brave and slides his fingers into your pussy too, "Guess I'll fill both holes after all, huh?"

Pathetically you nod and clench around his fingers, which makes his cock twitch and he knows you're close to cumming.

Hectically rubbing your puffy clit, he growls, "Come on, darling. Come with both holes full of me."

His rough and bossy words, make you cry out and push your ass hard against him one last time.

So hard that his balls slap against your throbbing pussy and you spasm so hard that Rick's grip on your neck becomes almost unbearable and he collapses over your back as he grunts and whimpers, yes whimpers, as he cums inside you.

For quite a while it just stays silent and all you can hear is your heavy and rapid breathing.

Only when Rick carefully pulls out of you do you dare to open your eyes and look straight into his face as he rolls next to you.

Deep satisfaction decorates his face and you bite your lower lip, "Did you like it?"

Grinning, he pulls your weak body against his chest, "Darling, you're amazing."

You blush and bury your face in his chest, "Stop it."

"I'm serious. Not just about the sex. You're the best thing that could ever happen to me," Rick kisses the top of your head, "I love you."

Your body already hurts and you know tomorrow will definitely not be a walk in the park, but you giggle against his chest anyway, "I love you too Rick and we can do this more often."

"I knew you'd like it," his voice is teasing and you close your eyes with a grin.

He knows you.

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Is there someone else or not?

Pairing : Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x reader

Genre : Angst

Word count : 1016

Summary : Ghost finally releases the green eyed monster.

Warnings : Jealous Ghost!! , shouting, uh badly written fic :(“

A/N : Based on The Weeknd - Is there someone else? Thank you @lilywastaken for beta reading <3

Ghost didn’t think that joining forces with Los Vaqueros would be hell.

You and Soap, along with Ghost, have been tasked with joining forces with the Mexican Special Forces, Los Vaqueros, led by Colonel Alejandro Vargas, to capture Hassan at a cartel safe house.

The moment the three of you stepped foot on the military base, he couldn’t help but shudder at the way Alejandro was favouring you. Alejandro was openly flirting with you in front of him. It makes him want to punch a wall.

Is there someone else or not?

You were no better. During a mission to capture Hassan, you and Alejandro made little jokes to each other, and Ghost noticed the way Alejandro stared at you when you weren’t looking.

He tried to ignore it because he didn’t know how or when to confess. Ghost has been pushing away his feelings for you for a long time, ever since you joined Task Force 141. Everything about you seems to mesmerise him. Your kindness, your aura, your smile, your gorgeous face...

‘Cause I wanna keep you close.

"Ghost, you with me?"

He was pulled out of his thoughts by Alejandro. He barked out a quick ‘affirmative' and nodded rather awkwardly. His eyes bounced to every pair of eyes staring at him, eventually falling onto yours.

You nodded at him and turned back to the group, tuning back into the discussion going on.

"-for a meet with Sin Nombre, and if he’s there,we pounce." Soap continued.

"To make it in, you’ll need eyes and ears. I’ll go too." Alejandro countered and looked at you, causing you to smile. Ghost wishes you could smile at him instead.

I don’t wanna lose my spot

"I’ll take overwatch. Shadow circles the target in a helo," Ghost interrupted to cut the scene short and get to work instead. His patience was running low with Alejandro. Everyone seemingly agreed with Ghost, all going their separate ways. You were confused as to why Ghost did not assign you a task, but you decided to camp on the hill with him anyway.

The both of you were currently at a clearing on a hill, in a prone position, eyeing the safe house ahead. You could see Alejandro and Soap discussing among themselves in the far corner of the safehouse, away from the enemy’s sight. Alejandro said that he would inform you once they were ready, so you and Ghost still had ample time.

Ghost was quiet beside you. You decided to break the silence with a dumb joke.

"Hey L.T., why did the scarecrow get an award?" You said as you adjusted your scope to get a better view.

The man beside you only sighed in reply. Not continuing further.

"Well?" You pushed, a small smile on your lips as you waited to tell the punchline.

"Tell your jokes to your little boyfriend." Ghost countered, making your smile fall.

"Boyfriend? What are you talking about-"

"Enough with the act; you know what I’m talking about. I’ve seen the way you two act around each other." He cut you off nonchalantly, adjusting his position on the ground.

"I really don’t know-"

"The colonel has a thing for you, doesn’t he?! Tell your jokes to him!" Ghost snapped at you, his head finally turning to stare at you with anger, chest heaving. Ghost wonders, how in the world could you act so oblivious to this?

You stared at him in shock. You have never heard him shout with so much fury. You blinked back tears that threatened to trail down your cheeks. You stood up and looked at him from above.

Ghost internally cursed himself. He shouldn’t have snapped at you over a childish thing. He let his jealousy get the best of him. You were allowed to talk to anyone you wanted. He quickly got up from where he laid to apologise, but now it’s your turn to snap at him.

Cause I need to know

"Why are you acting like this? What’s wrong with you?" You raised your voice in frustration, waiting for a reply.

Ghost can’t help but fight fire with fire.

"What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?!" He stepped closer, making you back off a little. "Why do you make me feel like this? Why do you torture me this way?" he continued.

You stayed silent, mouth agape. Ghost stepped back, regretting what he spat out to you, and turned away to settle back onto the ground, hoping you would forget what he said when you spoke up.

"W-what do I make you feel?" You stuttered as you knelt down to the ground, setting your sniper rifle to the side.

He sighed and turned to glance at you, then turned to his scope, abashed. He gave up and sat up instead, face downturned.

Fuck this.

"My heart beats faster when I’m around you. Have been at it for a while, actually. Didn’t know how to tell you," he said it so casually, tilting his head and gesturing with his hand—as though he didn’t just drop the biggest bomb you’ve encountered that will change the relationship between the both of you.

If you’re hurting him, or you’re hurting me

"I-do you have feelings for me… Ghost?" You tested the waters, trying to decipher whether or not you heard him correctly.

He stayed silent and just stared at you with unreadable eyes. He eventually continued.

"When I see you with h-him, my heart aches." He finished with yet another sigh, this time in shame. He placed his sniper rifle on his lap and toyed with his fingers. Why was he stuttering? He’s making himself look like a complete fool.

"This is stupid, we should just go back to what we were doing-" He was about to adjust his body to be in a prone position like earlier, but was stopped by a gentle hand on his shoulder.

If I ain’t with you, I don’t wanna be

"I have feelings for you too," you whispered, a small smile creeping on your face.

Is there someone else or not?

Reblogs and feedback are appreciated :)

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babybluebex · 6 months

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ok wait but now imagining paul not so subtly trying to get dom to ask out costar!you 😭😭 like imagine dom's just too nervous to ask you out to dinner or something after wrapping up a scene and paul's like 😒 and ASKS FOR DOM 💀 so paul going "hey, dom invited me out for dinner, which of course i'm flattered, but im a bit too old for him.....you should take my place!" and dom in the background looking absolutely mortified. cue confused reader !!

i also have been hallucinating this one small moment where you finished filming a bit later in the day compared to dom so you didn't get to eat yet. you show up to your trailer and see dom and he's like "finally im starving! burgers or pizza?" and you're like "girl what." and he's like "you haven't eaten yet and i wanted to eat with you" and you're just like "WHAT!" (🥹) and he's like "so pizza AND burgers?"

idk i need to go to sleep.

ugh my FAV idea is paul and da'vine watching you two being IDIOTS who don't see that you're falling for each other, and you tell da'vine how much you like dom but you're too nervous to say anything, and dom tells paul that he doesn't think he's good enough for you, and paul and da'vine collude to get yall together bc CLEARLY yall aren't gonna do it on your own

just little things at first, filming a scene outside and paul mumbles to dom "she looks cold... maybe you oughta give her your scarf" and dom does it without hesitation, and you smile at dom and paul is like success, or you and da'vine are cooking (bc ALL THE FOOD IN THE MOVIE WAS REAL AND AT LEAST PARTIALLY COOKED BY DA'VINE) and she "accidentally" overcooks a pan of brownies, and she says "go give them to the boy, he'll eat em" and you do, and dom is all red in the face and adores the gesture, and da'vine is back in the kitchen thinking like those kids are SO dumb

and it escalates in their poking and prodding, and dom tells paul one night "i just— i've never had any luck with girls" and paul is like "jesus christ, kid, see the writing on the wall! for the past six weeks, you've been worshiping this girl and she's been the same, and we wrap in a week, either ask her to dinner or shut up about it!" and he settles down and goes "sorry, that was mean. what i meant was—" but the snap of reality was exactly what dom needed to get off his ass, and he goes and finds you that very moment, and you're sitting chatting with da'vine, and you smile at dom as he enters the room "hey man! what's up?" and you notice his red cheeks and the intense look on his face, and you start to ask what's the matter, but he beats you to it, grabbing your face and kissing you, and you initially push him away "what the hell?" and he just all in one breath says "i think you're really beautiful and you're funny and silly but so caring and passionate, you take care of me even when you don't need to, because why would you need to, i'm a grown man, i can take care of myself, but i love the way you play with my hair and fall asleep on my shoulder during movie night, and we wrap in a week and i don't think i could live with myself if i didn't at least tell you how i feel, and paul says you feel the same way, and i usually believe whatever he says without hesitating, but i sorta worry he's wrong about it, so—" and you kiss him again to keep him quiet and you can't see her behind you, but da'vine is grinning bc fucking finally

and dom is a SWEETHEART when it comes to that second part. you had to film a scene that went on longer than expected, and dom has been wrapped for the day for a while, and the shoes you wore for the scene hurt your feet and you're tired and your body hurts and you just wanna lay down, and you get to your trailer and see the light on inside when you know you left the light off that morning, and you go in, and dom's got it all set up for you, an ocean of blankets on the couch and a pizza on your counter, and he's on the couch, remote in hand, navigating thru netflix, and you're like "the fuck is this?" and he's all puppy eyes at you "i knew you had a hard day, so i wanted to... i don't know, make it easy or something. i got your favorite pizza, and i washed these blankets so they smell nice and they just came out the dryer so they're still warm, and i'm trying to find that show you like but i can't find it, how do you spell 'derry'" and your face crumples up as you start to cry, and dom's face goes WHITE and he shoots up "oh god, i'm sorry, what did i do?" and he comes over and gingerly hugs you, and you cry into his neck and can barely gasp out "n-nothing's wrong, i-i'm just tired!" and he shushes you "maybe a little hangry too?" and you just "mhm" into his skin "that's what i thought, honey, c'mon sit down, i've got you" and that makes you cry harder and he's just sorta "... i'm really bad with girls, do you want me to let go and kick rocks, or..." and you just whimper "i've never had a boyfriend be so nice to me" and dom feels his heart shatter "jesus, really? what sorta guys have you been dating? cuz i— look at me, baby, look into my eyes— i like you. a whole lot. but i care about you too, and i care about the fact that you feel like shit and had a bad day, and because i like you so much and i care about you, i just wanna... just wanna make sure you're ok. ok?" and you sniffle and nod, and he ducks his head to get his face in your lowered eyeline "ok??" and you sorta huff out a laugh "oh, c'mon, you can do better than that. i'm not letting go of you until you give me a real laugh. even if it's fake, pretend it's real" and you roll your eyes and he sorta shakes you "c'mon, you can do it. or do i need to start singing at you? because i can!" and you start to slink away from him, but he pulls you in close and kisses your head "go get into some pjs, i brought one of my shirts for you to wear, it's on your bed with those sweatpants you wear all the time" and by the time you get changed and grab a slice of pizza and get settled on the couch in dom's arms, you realize he's not eating "you're not hungry?" "nah not really..." and it's only after you're full that he reveals the truth to you "i haven't eaten all day. i wanted you to eat all you wanted and not have to worry about me :)"

#i need to sleep too bestie #bex answers #anon ask #dominic sessa x reader

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standardfriends · 6 months

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you melt up my body 🍨

Word Count: 2.2k || Kim Junkyu x Fem. Reader || Tags: Smut, Daddy Kink, Degradation, Food Innuendos/References, Angst, Established Relationship, Toxic Pranks, Fem Petnames (Baby Girl, Princess), Mention of Safe Word

Junkyu arrives at home after a long day at his part time job. It's just a basic gig at a ice cream shop but it covers his half of the rent so it's enough for him. However it also happens to be the same day college acceptance letters came in the mail. You and Junkyu prank each other a lot, for instance on your birthday he pretended he had forgotten, after you finally came out of your room from crying for hours he and your friends jumped out to surprise you with ice cream cake, your favorite, and gifts. Or on Christmas you both had the idea of pretending to get each other coal, however once you both started opening gifts that fell through immediately. You decide to get him again today and make him think he didn't get into his first choice. Was it a little cruel? Well yes, but you know he's smart enough to eventually figure out you're lying out of your ass, he's not as oblivious as you. If falling for this prank would fall under being oblivious that is. Walking into the kitchen he finds you on the counter shuffling through the mail as you usually do and doesn’t think much of it.

"Hey baby, how have you been today." Leaning in to kiss the corner of your lips earning a giggle from you. "I've been ok guess what came in the mail today~" you say gleefully, causing Junkyu to instantly grab at the envelopes in your hand. He furiously shuffles, once, twice, and three times. Only to realize that the one he was looking forward to the most isn't there, this had to be a joke right. A soft chuckle escapes him, "None from Princeton? Are you sure.." he tries his best to coat his words with calm unlike the anxiety racing in his mind. You put on the biggest sad puppy eyes as your boyfriend's eyebrows continue to furrow in confusion, "I checked the back of the mailbox & asked the mail man baby I'm sorry..." His mind just goes blank, his eyes filled with an empty dark stare.

He did everything perfectly, he was valedictorian, he was on several varsity sports, was the leader of the lite music club, and even did volunteer work on top of working. He can't help but be overcome with despair, how could this happen, why him, he did everything needed and more so why? "I mean, I didn't want you to go off and leave me here, it's too far anyways." You continue with the prank and try to gauge his reaction, he's looking down at the letters in his hands intently so you can't see his face. That giggle was just his final straw, it felt like the person he expected to understand his depression the most was mocking him. It was eating him alive. "Are you fucking dumb?" He finally looks you in the eyes, your smile has never dropped faster. His eyebrows furrow jaw quivering with rage. "You out of everyone should know how long I've been wanting to go to this school. And yet you have the audacity to sit here and laugh. It's funny to you because what? You didn't want to be lonely for a little bit while I literally complete one of my life goals. I feel like I just wasted four years of my life for nothing and you're laughing." He scoffs he cant believe it you are so fucking selfish. As he continues to chew you out you struggle to hold back tears, you just want to tell him it was a joke. You can't stand it when he yells, it's like he's a whole different person. You know you've gone too far, you actually hurt him this time.

He's spent up all his energy being angry at this point so he can do nothing but turn and face the cold marble counters. Tears streaming from his eyes, life is just so shitty and cruel he cant stand it. He put so much effort for it to all be a waste, like an idiot, and that his whole life he was lied to. You try to compose yourself, you knew this was important but you didn't realize this prank would lead to you feeling like the biggest asshole ever. To restore some hope to his now crushed dreams you grab his letter from under you, you bring it into his teary vision, knowing it was time to come clean. "Congrats on getting in baby! I'm so proud of you..." It takes him a second to process what you said through your strained voice yet he grips the small paper packet from you and starts sobbing with relief. He turns to look at you and hugs you deeply. Mumbling thank you, thank god, thank you, thank you, thank you.' And you sit there crying with him until he calms down.

Usually after pranks like this he immediately buries his head into the crook of your neck and asks if you want to get your shared favorite creamy dessert but today something is different. He simply wipes his face while smirking and giggling to himself, when he finally looks into your glassy brown eyes. "So you think it's funny to mess with my feelings princess?" Huh? Princess-Where did that come from? Junkyu thinks that'd be too easy, you toyed with him a lot today, he has to get his lick back somehow. "Don't act like you don't know what I mean baby..." He inches his face closer to you till you can feel his steaming breath on your lips. "Seems like you need to be taught a lesson." Without taking your eyes away from his intent gaze on your lips you sharply inhale. You definitely get the memo when swiftly you are on the counter again your shorts ripped off your legs in record time. This is not how you saw this prank going at all but you can't say you're complaining.

Junkyu crashes his lips against yours desperate to prod your mouth open with his tongue, fiercely fighting for control. You can tell he's irritated enough and give in without a fight, you're too focused trying to keep up with his aggressive nature that you forget to breathe.

While your lips are starting to swell he pushes your panties to the side, looking like a rabid dog starved for days. "What a little slut how are you already so wet? Getting so needy from me being mean to you." You trace the lines of his hands with your eyes as he glides his fingers against your folds. His gaze is completely enamored by your, it's as if your a popsicle melting in the sun. His gaze burning holes into you while also making you more desperate. He loves dominating you watching you twitch at how antagonizing his motions are. He then lowers his head and licks his flat tongue against your dripping core making you melt in his hand. "This cunt tastes so good, so good just for me babygirl." he says staring deep into your eyes, he's so cocky. Only he could have you on the kitchen counter sensitive to his every touch. "I'll teach you to trick me again you cock hungry slut." Junkyu degrading you was different but god did it make your thighs press together (which he pried open of course) you were going to take his punishment like the dumb bitch you are.

Giving no time to adjust he sticks two fingers in the pain making you hitch your breath he just smirks and clicks his tongue. He starts pumping his fingers in and out of your heat, focusing hard on your walls clenching around his digits, while curling his tongue to flick your sensitive bud. You bite your lips trying to suppress your mewls and moans. God does he make it hard it's been less than a minute and yet he's hitting your g-spot so consistently he knows the insides and outs of your body better than you do sometimes. Junkyu being attentive as he is sharply takes notice, "You had no problem being a little brat earlier giggling while making me panic babygirl, daddy wants to hear every noise when he makes you cream on his fingers." You try to ignore him as you don't wan't all the neighbors to know that your boyfriend is fucking you dumb but he doesn't care. Misbehaving earned you a nice red mark on your thigh, it only made him more unrelenting. You try so hard to keep your composure but the way he's giving so much friction to your clit you can't help but grab his hair and push him away. Groaning when he quickly ceases "Ah Ah princess hands on the counter you're gonna take the punishment I give you." You end up trying to dig your nails into the counter only to have your grip fail you every single time. Junkyu finds you struggling under him so amusing, this is the person that tried to mess with him 10 minutes ago and now you're a moaning mess, begging him to give your poor pussy a break, how pathetic.

He rests his arm behind your back as your moans get louder and intensify, watching your strength and resistance weakening. "Junkyu—mmm I-I'm so—mm—" You try so hard to let him know but he's distracted, pounding into you unrelentingly. With every motion his palm hits your pussy rhythmically and sending shocks through your bud you didn't know were possible. Within seconds you release onto his finger shaking from the immense release washing over your body. It was like a mind numbing brain freeze of pure ecstasy. Whatever, Junkyu keeps going, "Stop closing your legs you cock drunk whore you know this what you deserve. Too bad you were being a stupid brat now daddy's gonna fuck your pretty little cunt until his fingers cramp." If there's one thing Junkyu doesn't do it's empty promises, your resistance if anything makes him rougher more aggressive than ever. Between your overstimulated moans and shaking all you can manage is "Junkyu please—stop! Daddy too much—Ah I can't! Please Junkyu—" He does nothing but continue to stare at your reactions, him biting his lip watching your eyes roll to the back of your head, he's so smug knowing that he's making you feel this way. You're his pretty little sex doll, no one else controls you like this, only him. Junkyu starts curling his fingers more, as overwhelming as it is he sure knows how to use his hands. "Daddy please it hurts, Junkyu it's too much I'm sorry please stop" you choke between tears the feeling has engulfed you, your legs are twitching and numb all you can do is hear the squelching of his hands rhythmically going in and out. "You should've thought about that earlier slut, and don't act like you're not enjoying this princess you haven't said our safe word once." It's like he scooped you out and ate you up, there's nothing you could hide from him. Junkyu ramming into your pussy over and over again until you can only think of him turns you on so much.

You quickly reach your second, third, and fourth orgasm. Around your incoming fifth orgasm he starts to burn up taking off his shirt to reveal his tonedd chest. Seeing you fully slutted out, cock drunk, and vulnerable for him just motivates him to keep going. As much as he'd like to keep up this "punishment" the tent in his pants has other ideas. "Fuck baby you keeping cumming and squirting for daddy think you got another one in you?" he unzips a bit to palm himself through his underwear. He's trying so hard to not be so needy, that's what you are, his vulnerable needy little fuck toy who is giving him such a show. But he couldn't help it hearing you yell his name, begging him, calling him daddy like the little slut you are how could he not get turned on. "Sorry daddy needs to feel all of you, Im gonna fill up your tight little cunt so good princess." You moan out in a dazed state, you couldn't even properly respond cause next thing you know his cock thrusts into you without warning. "Taking me in...so good baby, fuck!" His pace is so fast the room is filled with wet lewd noises and clapping of skin. Between your bodies is a mixture of so many different emotions and feelings. It drives him crazy feeling your walls clench and suck him in so well. He'd usually try and last longer but you just feel so good, he can feel everything it's as if he's on cloud nine. Only you could take him in so we'll, it was like you were made for him.

"I'm cumming baby girl, daddy's gonna fill up his pretty little toy with his seed." His pace starts to slow down you reaching your limit as well. Finally he releases into you with one last thrust and he circles your bud helping you both ride out your highs. Not moving an inch to make sure that not a drop of cum leaks out.You stay there for a while, pressing your sweaty heads together through the silence of your breaths. Even when Junkyu finally does pull out he pushes all his seed right back into you as if it's a precious homemade recipe. After finally wiping you down and helping you off the counter, that's when he goes back to your normal loving boyfriend. Asking you, "Let's go get some ice cream, hmm?"

#kpop #kpop bg #kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop smut #junkyu #junkyu smut #junkyu fanfic #kpop rps #treasure smut #treasure fanfic #junkyu imagine #treasure imagines #kpop scenarios #junkyu scenarios #treasure scenarios

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 8 months

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SKZ Kinks - Vocalracha

Contents: fem!reader, reader wearing dresses and skirts, reader being referred to as cute, pretty, girly, and feminine, mention of corruption kink, video taping, degradation, use of slut, and whore, dumbification, mention of begging, brattiness and brat taming, edging, orgasm denial

Seungmin

Wearing cute outfits (especially dresses) - Listen I know it’s Minho corruption kink this and Minho corruption kink that but the way this man would love to see you in something pretty and cute and girly. There’s something about you dressing in a softly feminine way that just turns him on so much. If you’re wearing pretty skirts or dresses around him don’t even expect to make it out of the door. He’ll have you pinned against the kitchen counter so fast, murmuring to you about how he couldn’t possibly let you just walk out the door looking that fucking cute while getting his hand up under your skirt.

Making videos - It will take him forever to bring this up. He knows it’s a big thing to ask you so he’ll wait until a lot of trust is built up before broaching the subject. The moment he gets a yes though he is over the moon. The first time he’ll just use his phone, filming you as he fucks you from behind and inadvertently catching a lot of his own little groans and moans on the recording. And watching it back the whole thing has you both so turned on you just need to do it again. He’ll try setting up his camera to capture both of you and afterwards he’ll make sure you both have copies of the videos. He loves watching them and reliving every little moment, thinking of how you felt the whole time. It quickly becomes his favourite thing to watch to get off.

Degradation - He loves you so fucking much and he expresses that by calling you his pretty little slut. He just can’t help himself, not when you’re on your knees, licking the cum off your lips and looking utterly fucked out just from sucking him off, or when you’re whimpering and squirming under him as he takes his sweet time teasing you and inching you closer to your release. God, you look is fucking pretty under him and the way you get even more desperate and needy when he starts calling you a little slut or a pretty whore, when he tells you just how desperate he knows you are, how he knows how badly he just want him to fuck you already. When you get like that how could he not tell you?

Jeongin

Dumbification - He didn’t even know he liked this until you. But the first time he properly fucks you he sees it, the way your eyes go all glassy and your gaze is all doe-eyed. The way your answers to him come slower and you repeat things in a dreamy haze. The way your blinks come slower and when he asks you a question you scrunch your nose up, and it’s like he can see the gears slowly turning while you struggle to answer him. The way you end up only being able to moan his name because everything but the pleasure has been wiped from your mind. He’s hooked. He’s so fucking hooked. He loves eating you out until you’re squirming and pulling on his hair but not managing to make a sentence. He adores fucking you with every ounce of his energy and watching you utterly fall apart on his cock. But fingering you, nice and slow, and watching you slowly unravel, might just be his favourite.

Brat taming - He likes a little bit of a challenge. Of course if you wanna be good for him some days he’s not gonna say no. It is nice when you get on your knees for him, lips falling open from just one look. But there is a special joy when he tells you to do something and you say “make me” with a little smirk on your lips. It’s such a fun game to him and he knows you too well. You both know that he knows just how to break you, how to get you crying and dumb for him. But it’s not about that, it’s about the journey, about him breaking you in the best, most pleasurable way possible. Orgasm control - There is just something so fun for him about being in total control of your pleasure. He has so much patience with you because he loves the way it affects you when it takes him forever to get you right to the edge, only to pull away before you can actually cum. He loves when it makes you whine or squirm, he can read it on your face how bad you want it even if you won’t say it just for the sake of your own pride. He’ll edge you over and over, as slowly as he can, no matter how hard and needy he is, because watching how it affects you is so worth it. He wants you to fall apart before he even gets his cock in you, he wants you begging for it in fact. If you’re extra bratty he has no problem telling you he’ll gladly deny you any orgasm at all. If that’s not enough to make you behave and you still want to push him even more he’ll take great joy in jerking himself off, cumming all over your pretty pussy and leaving you needy and moaning after watching him, finally caving in and begging him to let you cum.

#okaie thats all of them #skz smut #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #stray kids smut #seungmin smut #kim seungmin smut #i.n sumt #jeongin smut #yang jeongin smut

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n3ptoonz · 2 months

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*ೃ༄ Hello there cutie !! ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ May I request a Smutty Kenshi x Stripper Reader? (Fem;Gn) Need an idea? Here ! (PLEADING FOR INCLUDATION OF Wrong usage of sentos handle sorry not sorry) Johnny cage obviously has a hate love relationship with kenshi, and figured.. why not hire a stripper for kenshi? greeatttt idea! Johnny cage is a silly man with silly ideas! why not hire kenshi a stripper for the night? From - ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 💛🦴 ࿐ྂ

this formatting of request is going to plague my mind for at least a week. ask and ye SHALL receive 😽(^_-)-☆ thanks for the extra help, i hope this will be to your liking!

'Beyond Two Souls'

Pairing: Sub!Kenshi Takahashi/F!Stripper!Reader

Fandom: Mortal Kombat 1 (2023)

Warnings: SMUT; EXPLICIT; NASTYYYY inappropriate use of Sento/its handle, kenshi tied to a chair again in a nice house how ironic, technically cuckholdry, cumming untouched, multiple orgasms, rough seggs, FULL NELSON, somebody cleaning this up, sorry if there's any typos/grammar mistakes

Word count: 1.2k

Kenshi wouldn't put much past Johnny, but the very last thing he expected was for his "I'm gonna hire a stripper for you!" statement to make it out the group chat. Even more so that he actually...let you provide him a service he didn't ask for in the first place. The way your hands worked his thighs and the feeling of the lap dance he can only see through the light blue filter of Sento was allowing him to feel a lot less awkward than when you first knocked on his door. He wasn't expecting company so mind his black tank top and gray sweats.

You did a few more routines with the stripper pole you brought in, and you could tell by the way his body twitched ever so gently when your lace panties flashed in front of his face. The same lace panties that are now pulled to the side while this tall light blue spirit fucking up into you holds you firmly in a full nelson.

Kenshi, who is tied to a chair, his mind was running mad. If I told you it was his idea to be cucked by the spirit of his sword, would you believe me? Well, you should. He was getting off more to the squeals and excited moans coming from you due to his indirect actions. He reveled in it. In some way it felt like he could feel through Sento; the very slight phantom feeling of those pretty lips wrapped around his own dick.

Sento got so excited from the feelings Kenshi was having, it surely no issue fucking you out of that cute little lace bra that barely covered anything. You're getting fucked so dumb there's drool falling onto your breasts. What a beautiful sight. Even if it is limited.

Kenshi is a hardworking man who rarely ever puts himself first. He almost never has time to himself. So of course when someone so gorgeous as yourself shows up per his best friend's request since he agrees, he's like fuck it, he needs a break just for a little while. He wants to indulge in the feeling of heightened submission, so what better way to feel that than to watch you have fun with Sento? All the things he would do if he wanted to be dominant in this moment are all going to Sento.

His bodily instincts tell him to pull and tug against his restraints because it wants to be doing you right now, but the sound of you groaning and repeating his name is keeping him at bay. He can feel himself at any moment about to cream his boxers. The look you're giving him paired with a lazy smile into a lip bite...just-

"Shit," he heavily breathed out. He came, as did you--a lot--, leaving a mess of a puddle in front of him. Sento carefully let you down to let you catch your breath and get feeling back into your legs and arms.

When it pulled Kenshi's already cum-stained erection free from his boxers he huffed out a bit from the cool air directly hitting the tip. Sento brought you over to a nearby counter that wasn't far from his view at all, bending you over it so your ass was directly facing him; the sword was in one hand and the other was holding you down as it took the handle and started rubbing you through your prettily soaked panties.

Kenshi was sweating bullets. His dick was lightly throbbing and red from the lack of touch. Just hard as a fucking rock. Your soft pleas and knees buckling were not helping. But this is what he wanted. This is what he needed. He desperately needs to feel you in all capacities but damn it he must not give in. The subtleness of your heels clacking against his wooden floors rang like a soft tune passing by his ears.

Sento paused for a moment just to completely take your underwear off, full exposing you and bringing the cold metal from the handle right back to your folds. You were far more sensitive like this and even came again on contact. You cursed and moaned shakily, taking deep breaths since you basically just came back to back.

You weren't skeptical of this gig whatsoever. Johnny was one of your most trusted clients who ironically only ever asked you for personal services once. Every other time was for someone else just to experience you. You've never really had sex on the job either as it is a rule of yours.

But who's complaining?

This is the peak of your experience. In all your time as a stripper never would you have anticipated a blind swordsman in dire need of him literally cucking himself with his own...spirit...

But who's complaining?!

Sento let go of you so you could stand up--shaky legs and all. It placed the sword against the counter and went back over to Kenshi to untie him finally--and dissipating from existence, its job is done here--; his hands surprisingly didn't lose feeling. He sighed and groaned once he wrapped his warm palm around his shaft.

He just needs one more thing from you.

"Hey, I could pay you extra, just-" he said, but soon to not finish his sentence once he felt your lips against his while at the same time your hand on top of his. Nothing else needed to be said. He stood and hoisted you up into his arms as he walked right on back to that damn counter. No need to worry about the multiple messes you've made, he will happily clean that up later.

He took off his sweat soaked tank once your back laid against the ice cold feeling of the marble beneath you, and when he lined himself up to your entrance you held his face gently.

"Easy, easy," you whispered, and when he easily slid himself inside you, you both let out a long, deep and guttural moan. You latched onto him as he gripped the edge of the counter, letting himself savor the real feeling of your warmth sliding effortlessly against him. He could write a poem about this. From the airy feeling of you and having to live through Sento was all worth it.

Kenshi clung onto the hope of not cumming so fast, but you were so wet he could barely move or else he'd keep slipping out. He would forever have this memory burned into his mind; the cool air pumping throughout his home making his hot sweat all sticky as he thrusted his current stresses away for this point in time. The mixing of your fluids did not go unnoticed with how much louder the squelching became with every thrust.

However all good things had to come to an end. A damn good thing too, but he's not upset at all. He didn't really realize he had this kind of fantasy until tonight. He pulled out just in time, gripping the counter so hard his knuckles turned white. You on the other hand have never came this many times in one night. Truly impressive. Let alone did you think it would be on the job.

He helped you down and kindly offered his shower since a lot just happened in the past hour. Only a fool would decline after taking a good look at the trail of joyful tears. He was still a gentleman who wasn't going to suggest joining you, he had some cleaning to do.

And so he did, with a bright smile on his face.

a/n: OKAYYY i'm pretty much done with old requested fics thank you all so much for your patience, seriously. up next is that li mei fic i promised and it should be out soon hopefully i don't lose all motivation!! thanks for reading, my lovely tooniez <33

#n3ptoonz #mortal kombat #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #kenshi takashi x reader #kenshi takahashi #kenshi x reader

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we-are-inevitable · 3 months

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may i know everything ever abt Jack and Crutchie's friendship in the frat au?? im so interested in it all it's hard to decide what to ask really so infodump away

oh my god yes.

okay so the thing about this jack and C: they don’t know each other at all beforehand. which is wild from my other fics, bc in every single universe ever, jack and charlie are destined to be brothers, right?? but in this one they aren’t!!! not yet!!!

so they meet in chapter 1 when jack goes to the coffee shop that crutchie was recently hired at, and ive always imagined that crutchie can make friends with a fucking wall, so of course he gets on with jack- and it helps that crutchie recognizes jack as oscar’s roommate. n e ways i think for a bit, their “friendship” is just that- little conversations while jack gets his coffee and charlie sits at the counter, until jack and davey get closer and he realizes— oh. charlie is one of davey’s best friends. and as jack is integrated into the group, i feel like him and charlie get SO much closer- and here’s how im imagining the different friendship dynamics:

jack and charlie: twin brothers. they give each other hell, they joke around and prank each other and argue like crazy, but they get on like a house on fire and there’s no denying it. it’s like theyve always known each other, have never been away from each other, have never not had each other.

jack and kath: best friends. they tell each other everything and have some mutual understanding of each other- they both have ties to greek life, after all- and they really focus their energy on supporting each other through the difficult situations.

jack and racetrack: older brother, younger brother. jack takes race under his wing and feels protective of him, but doesn’t realize that race does the exact same thing. as they get closer and closer they both learn more and more from each other and sure, maybe there’s tension and arguments and strife, but at the end of the day they love each other.

jack and albert/jack and spot: mirror images. they all three work hard to be the best they can and be the pillars keeping everyone else from falling down, so they help each other take a load off. they aren’t as close as they could be, but you don’t have to be close to understand each other. jack and spot have similar backgrounds, so she helps him put things into words and he helps her realize she doesn’t have to be the one calling all the shots all the time. jack and albert are scrappy in the same ways, fighting tooth and nail to have some sort of reputation, and they help each other calm down.

jack and davey: the different sides of the same coin, the opposites in every room, the red and blue, the fire and water, all the dumb cliche shit. they’re much more similar than anyone would ever guess and it gets them into trouble, but it also brings them closer, and they may have their differences but i’ll be damned if they don’t make it work.

i know this was just supposed to be about jack and crutchie but FUCKKKK i love jack having FRIENDS and jack having PEOPLE and crutchie. crutchie is his main man. u don’t understand they are SOULMATES!!!!!!!!!

#jack kelly #crutchie morris #davey jacobs #david jacobs #katherine pulitzer #racetrack higgins #spot conlon #albert dasilva #newsies #livesies #west endsies #frat boy jack au

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famwhy · 1 year

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Midnight Gardenias

Tangerine X Reader

Word Count: 3,439

Warnings: cussing, blood, little bit of gore (not too much detail), alcohol

This fic was inspired by the amazing @aeaean--bliss and their fic maybe. Please go check it out if you haven't already - it's a really good read, I promise 🙏

Weeks.

It had been weeks since he last texted. Weeks since he asked where you were. Weeks since you've had any form of contact with him.

Stupid. That's what it was. All of it. It was all so stupid.

Sure, you did kind of tell him to leave but that didn't mean you wanted him to leave your life. Granted, he wasn't a mind-reader but still. He should've used common sense to gauge as much.

Now that he was gone, ironically enough, you were just constantly being tortured with thoughts of him, him, him. Just him.

When you went to the ice cream parlour the other day, a man behind the counter had a tash and you couldn't help but think that Tan's was a hundred times better. Similarly, when you heard a hint of a British accent that sounded more Northern, you compared it to the Brit you knew's accent - quite obviously preferring it over the random man.

Hell, you couldn't even watch a West Ham game without thinking of him and his stupid socks with the logo printed onto them. West Ham was supposed to be your favourite football team, not something that reminded you of him!

And it was so dumb - it was just so dumb - that you were probably the only one suffering; that your feelings were probably left unreciprocated. It hurt so much. It felt like a giant claw ripped through your flesh to grab at your heart and dig its sharp teeth into it, all-the-while Tan stood there, watching with a scoff of derision, mocking you for falling in love with him like the little shit he was.

Frustration couldn't even begin to describe what you felt towards your whole situation.

"Dammit, what was I gonna do again?"

Ah, that's right, you were about to watch The Mandalorian.

God, you wished you had a man like Mando. A caring guy who was sort of stand-offish but not to a degree where he was a complete jerk; more so to the perfect degree of optimum mysterious-ness any girl would want in a guy. And the fact that he was a good dad added like, a hundred more attractive points to his list of desirable traits.

But nooo, you just had to get a guy who was so in over his head with every action he did, it was atrocious.

A continuous 'beep!' coming from your fridge had your foggy eyes clear up and scan through the open capsule for what you originally wished to source out. Unfortunately, it was almost completely empty. How wonderful.

"When will life ever go my way?"

With a swing of your arm, you slammed the door shut.

Now, you wished you could say that you saw it coming and were able to move out of the way just in time but— that would just be a lie. It had all happened way too fast.

The wobbling of the fridge as the door shut; the container at the top abruptly being thrown off balance; and the sharp spike of pain that erupted from the top of your scalp.

"Argh! Shit!"

That hurt like a bitch.

As your hand slowly rose up to rub against your poor head, a small 'ding!' came from your phone.

Seemed as though something wanted your attention.

Jerk r u home rn? 12:35 p.m.

What's this? Did someone decide they were suddenly on speaking terms with you again?

The thought had you rolling your eyes.

Jerk Y/N, i don't have time for games 12:37 p.m.

Ha, this was coming from the same guy who just loved to play games with your mind when it came to his feelings.

Just who the hell did he think he was? Going AWOL on you for a couple of weeks just to hit you up with a text at twelve-thirty in the night asking if you were home; as though he didn't just torture you with thoughts on whether or not you messed everything up and caused him to leave you for good; as though he wasn't causing you to lose your fucking mind trying to decipher what the fuck he meant whenever he parted his lips to say something just to not say anything at all; as though he wasn't the only thing on your mind since you first met all that time ago.

Ridiculous. His audacity was utterly ridiculous.

Well... from the looks of things, it seemed like he wasn't going to send another text.

Good riddance.

Him and his pride could go fuck themselves.

Jerk love, please, i need you 12:41 p.m.

He left you alone for weeks without any form of contact, weeks without any sort of apology.

He stepped all over you like a fucking doormat; left your body aching from head-to-toe from the constant rejection; had your eyes bulging out from how desperately you didn't want to give him your tears.

You should hate him.

So then, why...?

...why was it that you found your fingers gliding across the screen as soon as you registered that last text in your head?

He needed you.

He'd never said that before.

Maybe...

Maybe you could—?

You yh, i'm home 12:41 p.m.

No response, just a simple 'read' underneath - of course. Why did you even let yourself hope for anything more?

No sort of elaboration, nothing. Just left you in the dark with no explanation whatsoever for why he asked that question.

Weeks of not talking or contacting you at all and then he just hit you with that. He was probably on his way to freeload off of you right now.

Pathetic. Not just him, but you too. How could you let him bounce off of you like that? He was a fucking leech and you just let him drain you dry.

You almost didn't notice when there was a knock at your door - whoever it was could wait—

—except, no, apparently they couldn't - for, not long after, the knocks turned into several slams done in rapid succession. Those, paired with the migraine you were starting to get for trying to decipher the indecipherable, made for a killer ache inside your head; one that was really starting to grind your gears.

The knocking continued.

"Fucking— I'm coming, alright?!"

You grumbled under your breath, bitter feelings for the man you loved seeping into your current mood; ready to be unfairly unleashed onto the poor individual stood at your door.

"What the fuck do you...?" You trailed off, one hand against the handle of your now-open door, one hand losing its grip on your hip to flop by your side as you gazed on in astonishment.

There, stood before you, was Tangerine. Though, that wasn't what surprised you.

No, instead, what surprised you was the darker patch of blue on his waistcoat and the crimson seeping through his white undershirt, staining it and causing it to look grossly soggy.

He was hurt.

"Holy shit! You're bleeding."

"Is that so? I didn't fucking notice."

He hissed the sentence out, venom coating his tongue and frustration written clear on his visage - directed straight at you as though you were the one in the wrong here. The fucking audacity.

You parted open your mouth, ready to yell at him through unfiltered lips; burning with bottled up rage that was ready to spill over like a witch's wicked brew in a cauldron when—

"Argh! Fuck me!"

His knees started to buckle and his legs nearly gave out as he winced, buckling over with both muscular arms wrapping around his gut. The sight was foreign to your eyes. You had never seen him so weak.

"Holy shit," you cussed again, moving to aid him back up.

Of course, him being the stubborn little shit he was, he damn near pushed you away as soon as you offered up help. Luckily, he lost too much blood for the push to actually do anything.

...was it appropriate to call that lucky?

While you would have loved to ponder your fucked up morality further, the sticky substance that soaked through your fingertips seemed to call for your attention with a higher priority.

"Holy shit—" the cold substance ran down your arm, "—what the fuck? I should call the ambulance at least."

"No."

His voice was stern and abrupt; callous and uncaring. His brows had furrowed so deeply and his expression became near-deadly. He had never looked at you with such animosity before. It caused a pang of pain to shoot through your heart.

Just how much did you not know about this man?

"Argh! Fuckin' 'ell!"

He winced, eyes screwing shut and expression loosening up into one you would describe as more vulnerable than before.

Vulnerable was something you were around him, not the other way around. It felt strange. It felt wrong.

"You gonna let me in or have me fuckin' bleed out 'ere, love?"

"Shit."

Similarly to how he aided you back when you last saw each other - you looped one of his arms around your neck, the cold metal of his rings sending familiar, pleasant shivers down your spine, and helped carry him inside by shifting a majority of his weight onto you. It was almost a little funny how the role reversal came into play. If you were delusional, you might have even called it fate.

Lucky you weren't delusional.

"Jesus-fuckin'-christ," he cussed, anger as prevalent as ever while you slowly laid him down on the soft, plush couch, "can't believe that fucking bastard got me."

The blood was still seeping through his wound, not quite gushing out but certainly leaving an impression on your poor couch.

The wound was huge and utterly ugly. For a moment, you wondered what it would feel like if you had obtained it.

Your heartbeat picked up its pace. Perhaps you shouldn't have imagined that.

"What the fuck? What the fuck?!"

His pained expression wasn't making things any better— just what on Earth did he get himself into?!

"Holy shit! I should call Lemon at least, right?!"

"He's busy."

"He's busy?!" You stared at him, utterly bewildered, "what on earth could he be doing that stops him from helping out his injured brother?!"

He didn't respond, only choosing to grunt as he shifted in his seat.

It was stupid - utterly stupid - that he thought it was perfectly fine to pull up to your house in the middle of the night, crimson seeping out his stomach like a luscious waterfall only seen in fantasy movies, knock on your door, and stumble into your house while denying you the right to call the ambulance - the very organisation that was made to deal with these types of messes!

"Tan, do you know how fucked up this is?!"

He didn't respond again. Whether or not it was on purpose, you were unsure of. That wound was probably hindering his ability to speak but, knowing him, he also probably didn't wish to either.

"Fuck. Okay, okay—" you took in a deep breath through your nose, "—okay. Lemme just..."

Your knees thudded against the ground and your hands reached out, fingertips curling around his now-red, linen shirt.

"How did you even get so hurt in the first place?"

It had been an off-handed comment, whispered as such. You weren't expecting an answer so - when his hand shot to your own and clenched it with such strength, you had gasped and winced - to say that you were surprised would be an understatement.

His grip loosened not long after and your eyes trailed from his wound to his face, making contact with the softened hues that were almost laced in... desperation?

"Love, no."

At first, you thought he was talking about treating his wound - but that didn't make sense. If he didn't want you to treat his wound - to help him - he wouldn't have come to your house in the first place.

No, he must've been talking about your question. Of course he wouldn't want you to know how it happened. What did you expect?

"Fine," you lamented, "I won't pry. Just... let me help you."

He paused for a moment, as if letting the thought load, before ultimately letting go of your hand and leaning back - another wince making its way onto his face.

You took that as a sign to lift his shirt - and boy was it a sight to see.

Luckily, there didn't seem to be any green so it was most likely not infected, meaning he still had a shot to live. The wound was large but you were no medical expert, you had no clue whether or not he could die from it and, quite frankly, you didn't wish to find out.

"What's the ma'er, love? Can't handle a bi' of blood?"

How he had the capacity to be his snarky self while this injured was beyond you.

"No, I've just never seen such..." you trailed off, searching for the word, "...copious amounts of it."

"Ya get used to it after awhile."

Ha, so this wasn't new, was it? Made sense, you were freaking out more than he was and he was the one with the excruciating wound.

"How do I...? How do I treat it?"

He rose a brow. "You don't know how to treat a wound?"

"Hey, I got a degree in law, not medicine."

He grunted, shifting up a little. "D'you have a first-aid kit on ya?"

"Never had the need for one. I have bandages though?"

"No use if the wound i'n't clean." He sighed. "What about alcohol?"

You rose a skeptical brow.

"Not for me— well, it is for me but not in the way you think." He then gave you a pointed look. "I know you have alcohol on ya, you've always 'ad a problem with it."

Perhaps the timing was inappropriate but, you could feel your stomach flutter at the prospect that he remembered such a trait about you.

"Yeah, I've got some in the kitchen."

He nodded and you pushed yourself back onto your feet, gaze trained onto the entrance of your kitchen.

"Stay here."

"Yeah, well, I'm not fuckin' goin' anywhere, am I?"

"Really? Because with how you've been gone for the past few weeks, I'm inclined to believe that - even with a wound like that - you would get up and leave as soon as I turn my back on you."

His jaw stiffened and you could see it; you could see the urge to talk resting on his tongue. But - like always - he refrained from saying another word.

How disappointing. But then again, not unexpected.

You trudged to the kitchen, bare feet making contact with the cold ground as you stepped upon the white tiles that had slowly gone grey as the years went by, monotonous just like your life once was before you had the pleasure of meeting Tan. You couldn't exactly say you wished to go back to it.

Every day you would wake up, get ready, go to work, go home, then go out. Each time looking for a new guy to latch onto. The colours of your world back then were different to now, you couldn't say they were more vibrant or any less dazzling but you could say they were different. Back when you weren't hung up on a guy who had the balls to show up to your door at midnight with a huge, gaping wound in his stomach.

You tugged yourself away from your thoughts to retrieve the large, glass bottle resting at your top cabinet; fingers lacing around the rim with a certain level of experience only seen in an alcoholic. Many would describe you as one. You would too.

"Alright," you spoke, making your way back towards the male, "I've got it. Now what?"

"What d'you think? Pour it over the wound."

You could go without the snark.

With a roll of your eyes and a small huff, you crouched back down beside him, slowly lifting his shirt and dark waistcoat to once more observe the injury. That thing was really horrible to look at.

As you took the sight in again, his gaze trailed to your phone, still open with the texts you exchanged displayed clearly on the screen, and he rose a brow.

"'Jerk'? You havin' a laugh, love?"

"Yeah. And it's a damn good one too."

He just rolled his eyes.

"I'm serious, Tan. You left me hanging for weeks - almost a month - and then you come knocking on my door at midnight with blood all over you? What the fuck do you want from me?"

"Nothin', I don't—" he winced and let out a grunt as you poured the liquid onto the hole, "—don't want nothin'."

You didn't believe him. Not for a second.

"Really?"

"Look, dahlin', I really don't wanna do this right now."

"Too bad—" you gave him a pointed look, "—because we're doing this. Right here. Right now."

"I just said I don't wanna fuckin' do this."

"Yeah? And I don't give a fuck what you want right now."

"Love— argh! Fuck!— please."

"No, I—"

"Fuckin' 'ell," he cut you off, venom practically hissed through gritted teeth, "are you deaf or some'n? Just close your bloody mouth."

The room fell into dead silence. Not a word was spoken, not a chirp in the air - just the incessant ticking sounds of your clock echoing in the background, reminding you that - though you were going through the most frustrating thing right now - time still moved regardless. No one cared.

Once again, like the street lamps had back when you were in his car, your lights coated him in that warm blanket of orange. You just wanted to scream at them for being so misleading, for trying to trick your mind into thinking this man was anything but cold and ruthless.

Ha, you were going mad. Wanting to yell at an inanimate object? As if.

You stood abruptly, walking over to a nearby shelf to slide open another cabinet with a roll of gauze inside before silently returning to the couch - sight set on covering his wound. You may have just had an argument, but you were no monster.

Then, he spoke again.

"You changed up the house a bit since I last came."

'Oh, is that so?' you wanted to say, 'who gives a fuck?'

His attempt at a conversation was pathetic. He was pathetic.

'You're pathetic.' you longed to tell him.

But instead, you opted to muttering, albeit a little bitterly, "wanted to spruce the place up a little."

'Anything to distract me from you.'

"It's nice." He hummed before going silent.

Your nails then dug into the edge of the gauze, pulling and prodding at it until a corner gave way before you were able to further force it apart.

"Sit up. Away from the armrest." You muttered.

He did so without question or objection.

You then reached around his body - both arms mere centimetres away from embracing his abdomen; breath fanning against his toned chest and nose barely grazing his skin - before sticking the gauze onto his back and winding it around to his front.

"Ya go'a do it a li'le harder than that, love."

You frowned before tugging, with way more force than necessary, and adding, "this hard enough for ya?"

His wince made way for a small, fleeting feeling of satisfaction to blossom in your chest. A small bit of revenge for the acres of pain he had caused you these past couple of weeks.

Served him right.

You didn't say a word when you were done, didn't even give a snide look that would blatantly tell him what you were thinking. Just pulled away, one hand clenching tightly around the gauze, one hand reaching out for your phone.

He only spoke again when you reached the door frame, hand placed on it in the same position as his once was, back facing him and eyes trained on your staircase.

"For what it's worth, love, I really am sorry."

Yeah. You were too.

#tangerine #bullet train #tangerine x reader #tangerine bullet train #x female reader #x reader #tangerine x you #tangerine x y/n #bullet train fanfic

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yamahex · 2 years

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Infidelity

Summary: You confront Jack on his cheating.

Content Warning: Angst (Gaslighting and Insult Spewing)

Pairing: Cheater Jack x Wife Reader

A/N: I hurt my own feeling with this one. I was in my lifetime movie moment💀 And before people try to come for me, Ik he wouldn’t act like this. THIS IS FICTION

Jack entered the house quietly, the sight of no lights on gave him relief as he closed the door slowly. He stepped softly towards the direction of your shared bedroom. He was almost in the clear, just had to make it into bed and sleep the rest of the night off.

Suddenly a lamp in the living room was turned on and his eyes met yours as you sat in the love seat with your legs crossed. Immediately his face dropped at the sight of your stone cold expression.

“So, Mr. Harlow returns.”

“Uh-baby, what are you still doing up?” His voice shook and his eyes watched you make your way to the kitchen.

You wore your silk nighttime robe on top of your pajamas, it was clear you’ve been up for awhile.

“You know-“ You began pouring wine into the glass that was left on the counter. “The next time you wanna run off to your little girlfriend can you at least have the decency to tell your kids goodnight?”

You looked up from your pouring to see Jack’s shocked expression.

“I mean I’m sure she can wait till after we put them to bed like a good side piece should, right?”

His throat was dry, his mind was blank, he truly had no words.

“I saw that pic she sent you. She’s cute. Reminds me of the first girl.” Your eyes looked back down into the glass, the liquid circling inside before you brought it up to your lips. Once you finished your sip, he swore your eyes were as red as the wine.

“Baby it’s not like that. She’s just a friend that’s been trying to get at me for minute-“

“Please save me the “friend” act. It’s unoriginal and played out.” You looked at him with the most somber expression. “But then again, so are you.”

He watched you tilt the glass towards him in a mocking way.

“Y/N I think you should lay off the wine, you’re being ridiculous right now.”

Your eyebrows lifted in amusement.

“Oh really? Well I think you should keep your dick in your pants but I guess we don’t always get what we want.”

Irritation started to take replace his nerves.

“I don’t know what you expect from me.”

“As the wife and the mother of your children I expect you to be faithful, seems like that’s too much to ask for though.” He looked down in defeat.

“We’ve been together since we were 17, if you were falling out of love with me I expect you to be a real fucking man and tell me. Rather than sneak around and think I’m too dumb to notice.”

“It’s not that, it’s-“

“It’s what, Jack?” Your patience began running thin.

“You changed after having the baby. You’re not affectionate anymore!”

You scoffed at his audacity.

“Yeah Jack, that tends to happen after you find out your husband is cheating on you. Don’t act like this was happening because of me, you were doing this before I gave birth. You think I didn’t know about the South American tour??”

“You were pregnant and wouldn’t touch me! Not only that your body changed. I felt like I had no other choice!” His eyes widened when he realized what he said.

Pure shock. Did he really just say that? Your mouth fell open and tears threatened to fall. You made your way from behind the counter to stand in front of him, glass still in hand. Without thinking you threw whatever wine was left at his face. He stood there, not daring to move.

“You are the most selfish man I have ever met. I have stood by you for everything. I believed in you when no one else did and this is how you treat me?! Trust and believe that you will never get the chance to do this to me again, because I’m done.”

With quick movements you took off your wedding ring and threw it at him. Then brushed past him to gather you things and the kids.

Jack reaches out to grab you arm.

“Y/N-“

“Don’t fucking touch me.” You yanked your arm out of his hold and you continued your task.

Jack stood in place, not knowing what to do or say. He really just threw away his life and for what? A good time? His head lifted up when he saw you with a few bags and the kids in hand.

“I’ll be back for the rest of my shit later. And don’t worry, I’ll make sure everyone knows of your little affairs.” You paused before leaving.

“I really hope it was worth losing me.”

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x you #jack harlow x y/n #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow angst

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whoisshel · 1 year

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The Body

pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

word count: 2607

tw: swearing

After making it to Eddie’s and crying for a bit as Eddie held you, you and Eddie moved to now sit on his bed with your backs to the wall and your legs laid out in front of you. Eddie had one arm over your shoulders, holding you close, and was holding The Lord of the Rings book in front of both of you and reading it out loud. You weren't paying much attention to his reading though; you couldn’t stop thinking about what you saw out in the woods.

Letting out a sigh and dropping the book to his lap, Eddie rubbed your arm to bring your attention back, “When are you going to tell me what’s been going on?”

“What do you mean?” You asked, trying to play a little dumb.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I mean,” Eddie rolled his eyes and pulled his arm away from you so you could be able to look at each other, “You’ve come to my place two nights in a row upset.”

“What, you don’t want me to come over now?” You became slightly defensive, but it was only because you didn’t want to tell him about what happened.

Eddie sighed again, he put one hand to your cheek looking deep into your eyes, “I love having you come over, and I’m happy that you come to me when you’re upset, but I wish you’d talk to me about what’s making you upset.”

You looked down feeling a bit guilty for being rude. You looked back up to Eddie ready to tell him partly of what’s been going on, “Look, last night was just because of Steve being Steve, but I can’t talk about what happened tonight; at least not yet.”

“Okay,” Eddie said with a small smile on his face after finally getting somewhere with you, “That’s okay, as long as no one hurt you, right?”

You smiled back at him, loving how protective he is, “No, no one hurt me.”

“That’s good, so I just need to beat Harrington up.” Eddie replied, dropping his hand now and leaning more against his wall.

“You don’t need to beat Steve up,” You laughed, “I’ve handled it.”

Eddie leaned back in to kiss you while smiling, “I bet you have.” He said in between kisses.

Falling back on the bed, Eddie hovered over you to deepen the kiss. As one of his hands started going under your shirt, you brought the hand that was in his hair down to his chest giving it a little shove, “Alright, macho man, your uncle's home and I’d like some water.”

“Fine.” Eddie grumbled, then jumped out of bed and reached a hand out for you to take, “M’lady.”

“Why thank you, kind sir.” You chuckled, taking the hand and getting out of bed.

Once you reached the kitchen, Eddie grabbed a glass to put water in as you leaned your back against the counters. You heard the television in the background, as Wayne sat in his chair watching it.

“Hey, did you two see this?” Wayne called from the living room, as Eddie handed you the glass of water.

Eddie and you then headed into the living room, sitting on the couch. You took a long sip of the water, then set it down on the coffee table to focus on the news channel Wayne was watching.

“Byers’ body was found in the water of this quarry by state police earlier this evening,” The news anchor reported, standing in front of the quarry where they found Will’s body. You let out a small gasp, bringing a hand to cover your mouth as your eyes began to water. “It was discovered by state trooper David O’Bannon, just after dark.”

Eddie stood up to turn the TV off, then turned back around to look at you, who just sat there in shock, “Y/N, I’m so-”

“I should go.” You said, quickly standing up to grab your stuff and leave. “I should check on Jonathan and Joyce.”

Eddie grabbed your shoulders to stop you from leaving. He bent down a little to be eye level, “No, Y/N, how about you wait until the morning.”

“But-”

“They need time, Y/N,” Eddie cut you off before you could say anything else, “And so do you.”

“He’s right, Sweetie, you should just go to bed, and then in the morning you can head over and see them.” Wayne stood, walking closer to the two to try and help calm you down. You just kept nodding repeatedly, looking back and forth between Eddie and Wayne. Your throat felt tighter and the tears in your eyes began to fall, making Eddie pull you into a tight hug to comfort you.

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The next morning, you drove over to the Byers’ house to go and see Jonathan and Joyce, and try to do as much as you could to help them out.

You knocked on the door, the tears starting to sting your eyes, but you tried to hold it together for the Byers’. Jonathan opened the door a second later, the two didn’t look at each for long before you wrapped your arms around Jonathan’s neck and pulled him in a hug. You kept mumbling “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” in his neck as both of you sobbed.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there.” You said, once you pulled back from the hug.

“It’s okay, it’s not like you could be here all the time.” Jonathan mumbed, wiping the tears away with his sleeves.

“I should’ve been.” You insisted.

“No,” Jonathan muttered, chuckling lightly. He turned half way to point to where his mom slept on the couch, “I’ve got to wake her up, so we can head to the morgue.”

“Okay.” You whispered, “Do you want me to come with?”

“Yeah, that'd be great.”

The two walked over to Joyce, Jonathan bent down in front of his mom while you stayed standing behind him, “Mom, mom, wake up.”

Joyce woke up with a start, “What… what time is it?”

“It’s almost eight.” Jonathan answered, “We have to go.”

“ Go where, where?” Joyce asked, shaking her head and squinting her eyes out of confusion and tiredness.

“To see Will.” Jonathan answered, simply.

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At the coroner’s office, you sat in the waiting room with Hopper. Sitting in awkward silence, you decided to finally say something, “So, you do this often?”

Hopper turned his whole body to face you, looking at you in disbelief, “My job?”

“Well, I mean, could you blame me.” You said, shrugging your shoulders. You and Hopper didn’t have the best relationship since you got in trouble a couple times with Eddie.

Ignoring the comment, Hopper decided to change the subject, “How have your parents been?”

“You know, the usual, still barely around.” You mumbled, a bit more gloomy now.

“Yeah, I know.” Hopper answered, turning to face forward again.

Hopper became more annoyed with how long it was taking. He leaned forward in his chair, taking his hat off and resting his elbows on thighs. He asked the lady behind the desk, “What’s taking so long?”

“Well, everything’s been a bit chaotic around here without Gary.” She answered

“Without Gary,” Hopper questioned, “Where’s Gary?”

You leaned forward in your seat too, now interested in the conversation.

“Well, I thought you knew,” The lady started explaining, “Those men from State, they… they sent Gary home last night.”

“So who did the autopsy?” Hopper asked another question, wanting to know more of what’s happening in his town.

“Someone from State.” The lady replied, bluntly.

A second later, Jonathan came out into the waiting room looking paler than he already did. You stood up quickly and walked the couple steps over to him, bringing him into a hug.

“It was him.” Jonathan mumbled into your neck.

You didn’t say anything back, thinking it was best to just stay quiet. A minute later, you pulled back to the hug and started walking Jonathan over to where you had been sitting with Hopper, “Come on, let's sit down.”

Once they were sat down, Hopper asked, “How’s your mom doing?”

“I don’t know.” Jonathan responded, after pausing for a moment.

“How long’s this stuff been going on? With the lights and, uh Will and the thing in the wall?” Hopper questioned, worried about Joyce.

Taking another pause before finally answering, “Since the first phone call, I guess.” You were wondering about the lights too, you saw them when you were at the Byers’ and Jonathan’s only brought them up once before, but you didn’t know completely what was going on. “You know, she’s had anxiety problems in the past, but this I don’t know.” Jonathan took a deep breath in and out. You brought a hand to his back in a comforting manner. “I’m worried it could be… ugh, I don’t know.” He dropped his head down taking another breath, then looked back up at Hopper with watery eyes. “She’ll be okay, we’ll be okay. My mom, she’s tough”

“Yeah, she is.” Hopper said, looking over at Jonathan with an encouraging smile. “She is.”

“Ma��am!” A yell from the coroner broke up the moment when Joyce barged out the door with the coroner following her, “Ma’am I need you to sign-”

“I don’t,” Joyce screamed, cutting the coroner off, “I don’t know what you think that thing is in there, but that is not my son!”

“Joyce, wait a second.” Hopper interrupted, trying to calm the situation down.

To which Joyce just yelled, “NO!” As she walked out the door of the coroner’s office. Everyone shouted after her trying to get her to stop, but she just kept walking away. Jonathan grabbed his jacket and followed after his mom. You stayed put standing with Hopper to give Jonathan and his mom a moment.

After saying goodbye to Hopper, you walked out and towards where you heard the yelling from Jonathan and his mom. You stopped in front of his car and waited for him there just hearing the end part of their screaming match.

“Shows over.” Jonathan snapped at the bystanders that stood watching, then turned around walking back to his car.

“Are you okay?” You asked

“Yeah,” Jonathan muttered as he kept walking to the driver’s side getting in. You did the same on the passenger side, “Let’s just go pick out a casket, since she’s no help.” He turned on the car and drove off without saying another word.

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You and Jonathan are now at the funeral home, listening to the funeral director describe the different caskets. The funeral director is bringing you both over to more caskets, when you walk past the door and see Nancy standing there.

“Can you just give me a second?” Jonathan said to the funeral director, then walked over to where Nancy stood, you trailing behind him.

“Hey,” Nancy said softly, “Your mom, um, she said you’d be here. I just… Can we talk for a second?”

The three of you walked out of the room and sat on the bench in the hallway. Once sat down, Nancy pulled out one of the pictures that Jonathan had taken and Steve ripped apart. Nancy had taped it back together, you could now see that it was a picture of Barb sitting on the edge of Steve’s pool.

Nancy pointed at the corner of the picture where a weird form was standing, only Nancy and you had seen that thing before. “Do you see that?”

“It looks like it could be some kind of perspective distortion, but I wasn’t using the wide angle.” Jonathan replied, he then turned back to look at Nancy who sat beside him while you stood to his otherside. “I don’t know, it’s weird.”

“And you’re sure you didn’t see anyone else out there?”

“No,” Jonathan answered, “And she was there one second and then, um, gone. I figured she bolted.”

“The cops think she ran away.” Nancy explained, turning her head to face forward. “But they don’t know Barb. And Y/N and I went back to Steve’s… and we thought we saw something… some weird man, or I don’t know what it was.”

Nancy looked back over at Jonathan and saw his confused face. She looked over to you who could only look down at your shoes. Nancy realized how weird this all sounded and where she was, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come here today. I’m so sorry.”

Nancy stood up to leave, but before she could get too far Jonathan stopped her, “What’d he look like?”

“What?” Nancy asked, confused on why he’d ask that specific question. You were too, you stood up straighter and looked down at Jonathan with the same confused look.

“This man you saw in the woods, What’d he look like?” Jonathan repeated

“I don’t know.” Nancy stuttered out

You finished for her, “It was like he didn’t have-”

“He didn’t have a face.” Jonathan said at the same time as you did.

“How did you know that?” Nancy asked, now even more surprised than before.

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The three of you now stood in the darkroom at the high school. Jonathan was developing the picture again, but this time the picture had a closer look to where the creature stood. Jonathan explained to Nancy and you everything he was doing to get a better look at the picture. Nancy is leaning against the table that Jonathan is working on, while you are being nosy and going through people’s pictures that they’ve left in the room.

“Did your mom say anything else?” Nancy asks, piquing your attention, you set down the picture you were looking at and walk back over to them. “Like, um, where it might have gone to, or…”

Jonathan shakes his head answering, “No, just that it came out of the wall.”

The machine Jonathan’s using dings, letting him know that it’s finished. He takes the picture over to the bucket and sets the picture in the liquid that develops the picture.

“How long does this take?” Nancy asks, a bit impatient

“Not long.”

“Have you been doing this awhile?” Nancy questions Jonathan. The question makes you smirk watching your best friend and your neighbor, that you used to have playdates with, stand so close together and look like they were kind of flirting; well at least Nancy did.

“What?” Jonathan asks back which made you facepalm.

“Photography.”

“I guess I’d rather observe people than, you know…”

“Talk to them.” Nancy finished his sentence, both of them turning their heads to face each other.

“I know, it’s weird.”

“No!” Nancy quickly says, not wanting him to feel bad.”

“No, it is.” Jonathan stammers, “It’s just, sometimes people don’t really say what they’re really thinking, but you capture the right moment, it says more.”

“What was I saying?”

“What?” Jonathan asks again.

“When you took my picture.”

“I shouldn’t have taken that. I’m uh, I’m sorry.” Jonathan continues to stammer on, but you had enough of him embarrassing himself when they were just starting to hit off

Rolling your eyes, you stood next to them about to interrupt the awkward conversation, but then noticed the picture had developed, and it showed exactly what you saw in the woods, “Woah.”

“That’s it,” Nancy said, causing Jonathan to look back down at the picture. “That’s what we saw.”

Jonathan softly gasps, “My mom, I thought she was crazy ‘cause she said that’s not Will’s body. That he’s alive.”

“And if he’s alive-” Nancy started saying

“-Then Barbara.” You finished, the three of you turned your heads to look at each other in disbelief.

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