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blueicequeen19 · 10 months ago

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Warnings: unprotected car creampie, oral, face fucking, hate fucking with JJ, Kook mean girl

I roll my eyes as I cross the parking lot to my Mercedes. This Pogue could not take a fucking hint. His constant flirting was on my last nerve. Sure he was cute but he was a Pogue. I had guys lining up to fuck me. I could have any guy I wanted so why waste time on this loser?

“Stop following me.” I snap, hitting the unlock button on my key fob. Why did I park at the back of the damn parking lot?

“You’ve been drinking. At least let me drive you home. Or my home.” The smile in his voice is clear and I shake my head just as I stumble in my heels over another fucking piece of gravel.

“Fuck.” I stop, reaching down to kick off these monstrosities when he’s suddenly crouching in front of me, crowding my space as he lifts my foot and starts to unfasten the straps.

“Are you always this annoying?” I grumble, using one hand on his shoulder to balance myself. The hand on my ankle is hot against my skin as he finally works the strap free and gently sits my foot down.

“Usually.” He peeks up at my under his messy blonde hair, flashing a panty dropping smile as he switches to the other foot.

“At least you’re honest.”

“Not used to that?”

“You don’t know me at all so don’t assume anything.” God he gets under my skin so badly but he doesn’t seem phased as he chuckles before raising to his full height, towering over me and dangerously close.

“I know enough.” His voice is lower, seductive even as his playful blue eyes rake down my body and back up.

“You know what’s on the outside. You don’t know what’s on the inside.” I blurt in frustration, shoving his chest but he doesn’t even budge. His lips curl into a taunting smirk.

“I want to be inside you. Does that count?” My jaw drops in surprise. This Pogue was so bold. I scoff, attempting to shove past him but pain shoots up through my feet from the gravel. It’s so sudden that I barely comprehend him scooping me in his arms until we’re moving towards my car again.

“I didn’t need your help.” I grumble, my heels dangling from one hand as I wrap the other around his neck.

“A simple thank you would suffice.”

“Oh so you’re not going to use this as a way to gain a sexual favor?” I narrowed my eyes at him as a bright smile formed across his face, his boots crunching along the gravel.

“I won’t say no to a blow job.”

“I can’t stand you.”

“You can sit on my face if you don’t feel like standing.” A laugh burst from me and I quickly looked away, his smile practically blinding as we came up on my car.

“You can put me down now.” I muttered awkwardly as he pulled the drivers door open.

“Eager to get home?” He lowered me so that my toes rested on his boots, keeping me from hurting my feet. The move felt intimate with how tightly our bodies were pressed together and I struggled to maintain eye contact.

“Why do you care? This is never going to happen.” I snap, his eyes widening for a moment before he schools his features. Anger I could deal with. Anything soft was off the table.

“I’m not going to sleep with you. Not just because you’re a filthy Pogue but because you’re probably some vanilla pretty boy and that’s not my thing. You probably like sweet words and taking your time but I like to be fucked. So take the hint.” My heart races with my outburst, my cheeks red with anger but I can’t help the sudden panic from the look in his eyes. He looked pissed but also wanted to eat me alive. Like he wanted to give me exactly what I said I wanted.

“Take the hint, huh?” His voice is low in warning, raising the hair on my neck like I’m being stalked by a predator. Suddenly he jerks open my passenger door and shoves me in the back seat by the back of my neck.

“What the—.” The door shuts and he’s manhandling me onto my knees, yanking my dress up to bare myself to him.

“You want to be fucked? I’ll show you how we Pogues like to fuck.” I nearly moan at his words, my body already on board with whatever he has planned. His fingers cup my sex, teasing my folds over my thong before yanking it down my thighs.

“Don’t you dare.” I gasp, still hanging on to the need for this to be all his idea. He slaps my pussy, making me squeal in pain and surprise.

“Open up for me, princess.” He slaps my thighs wider apart, the flesh of his cock suddenly between my thighs and making my eyes bug out. He was fucking huge.

“So goddamn wet for a Kook Princess.” JJ taunts, rubbing his cock through my slit. Every pass over my clit made me shudder, begging to be filled. I open my mouth to do just that when he shoves his way inside, making me moan loudly as my head drops down on the leather seats.

“Shit. You better be quiet or one of your friends will find you getting fucked by a filthy Pogue.” JJ’s words are strained as his fingers bite into my hips and he starts to move. I can’t control the whimpers and mewls that leave me. He delivers on his promise, fucking me hard and fast. I don’t even have to demand more because he keeps up with everything my body wants without instruction.

“So hot and tight.” JJ groans, yanking me back into every hard thrust of his hips as the car rocks. His cock was so hard and deep. I could barely think or breathe until I hear a giggle in the distance. I try to jerk away but he shoves me back down, holding me in place. His pace lessens so the car doesn’t rock but he doesn’t stop fucking me as he looks around.

“Grab the door.”

“Who— is it? We have to stop.” My words come out on a whimper, my body wound so tight as I do as he says.

“Guess you’re not the only one getting fucked by a Pogue tonight.” JJ chuckles darkly, shoving me flat onto the seat and coming down on top of me. My hair is twisted in his fist as his lips find my neck. I try to listen to determine if I know the identity of the other couple but I can’t hear over the sound of JJ panting in my ear and his pelvis slamming against my ass.

“Here?” A girl hisses too close to my car for liking and I instantly recognize the voice as my two-faced Pogue hating best friend.

“Fuck, I love having you under me. Not so mouthy now, are ya?”

I hear a thump and JJ chuckles in my ear, rolling his hips so he hits that sweet spot deep inside me. I bite back a mewl, turning my head and slamming my mouth to his without even thinking. If I thought fucking him was insane then kissing was even worse. His tongue demands entrance into my mouth and I can’t stop the orgasm that barrels forward. His hand is over my mouth in the next moment, silencing me as he fucks me into the seat until I’m trembling for relief.

“What’s the matter? I thought you wanted to be fucked?” I fight the urge to roll my eyes at him as I reach back to dig my nails into his thigh, with shorts still around his legs.

“Who is she fucking?” I demand in a whisper, shaking his hand off my mouth.

“Doesn’t matter.”

A cry of pleasure echos outside the car and JJ’s pace picks up. I can tell by his breathing that he’s close. He’s already lasted a lot longer than I expected.

“J—.” His nickname is a plea on my lips, the sensitivity being too much. The leather against my nipples. His weight on top of mine. His husky breathing in my ear.

“I like the thought of you driving home with me inside you. Then every time you drive this car you’ll be reminded of this. How your mouth begged for relief but your body demanded more. I can feel how close you are.” His vulgar words had my inner walls clenching, my eyes squeezing shut as pleasure pulsed through me. My hips lift on their own, aching for him to reach deeper.

“I didn’t say you could cum inside me.” I growl, fighting off the orgasm that threatens to rip through me and give us away. JJ’s hand dips between my thighs to press on my clit and a choked sound leaves me as my body detonates.

“I didn’t ask.” He whispers as I cum hard, my body jerking beneath his as I bite my own arm to keep from screaming my release. A deep, sexy moan echos in my ear as he finishes inside me, fucking me slow and deep until we’re both spent and fighting to catch our breath. The windows have fogged and I can feel his sweat on my back. Minutes pass and I don’t hear the couple outside anymore so I motion for him to let me up.

“This isn’t ever happening again.” I declare, looking along the floorboard for my panties. I don’t find them and I level him with a glare as he relaxes back against the seat, his legs spread and cock still hard. I fight hard not to stare at the cum stains along his shaft.

“If you say so.” His eyes are dark as he watches me, a sexy smirk on his lips. Like someone who was awfully proud of their accomplishments. The after effects of bliss make it hard to cling to my anger, especially with him looking at me the way he is.

“Clean up your mess and I’ll go.”

“Excuse me?”

“I didn’t stutter.”

“I heard you. I was just giving you a chance to rethink what you just said.”

A beat of tense silence stretches between us, our eyes never wavering from each others even as his cum drips out of me and onto the leather seats.

“Here, I’ll show you.” JJ lunges, wrapping his hand in my hair and yanking me over his lap. His free hand holds his hard cock firmly as he presses my head down until the smooth tip meets my lips. I grit my teeth, refusing to open but the hand in my hair tightens painfully, nearly ripping the strands out so I reluctantly open, letting him hit the back of my throat. I gag loudly, attempting to pull back but he holds me firmly, a hand sliding between my legs to stroke my slick slit. I want to shake my head or tell him I can’t take anymore but he refuses to let me up as he fucks my throat.

“More tongue, less teeth. Relax your throat.” I’m tempted to bite down, wishing I could tell him I know how to give a damn blow job. It wouldn’t be so bad if he’d stop treating me like I don’t need to breathe. But goddamn the pulsing between my legs is almost agonizing. I feel on fire.

I move my tongue so it’s dragging up and down his shaft and I feel his body tighten as he hisses through his teeth.

“That’s it.” JJ groans, his fingers relaxing slightly in my hair as I start to move with him. The hand between my legs starts to move quicker against my clit, my legs shaking as I try to finish him before he finishes me. I hum around his shaft, tears blurring my eyes as every nerve ending starts to feel on fire.

“I’m cumming.” His head hits the seat as he holds my head down, shooting down my throat as my own body is thrown into oblivion. I can barely swallow as stars line my vision and my body shakes uncontrollably. The lack of oxygen didn’t help.

Finally, he releases the hold on my hair and I slide into the floorboard on my knees, makeup burning my eyes as I look up at him. My throat was raw and my pussy was on fire but I’d never felt more sated. JJ looked as satisfied as I felt as he slowly zipped his shorts back up and wiped sweat from his brow.

“I hate you.” My voice is hoarse and I desperately needed water. I also needed to know who my best friend was fucking right outside my car.

“But you love how I felt inside you.”

“You didn’t wear a condom.”

“Hopefully you’re on something.”

“Hopefully you don’t have something.”

JJ smirks as he leans forward on his knees, eyeing me like we didn’t just have amazing orgasms together.

“I guess next time I need to fuck you harder. Take care of all that attitude.” I narrow my eyes at him until his hand is suddenly around my throat and he’s pulling me into a sizzling kiss. I moan into his mouth, twisting my fingers in his hair as our tongues collide. I’d never been a fan of kissing but his mouth was otherworldly. I kiss him harder, feeling the slight stubble along his upper lip. I nearly whimper when he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting our lips.

“Next time I’m eating that tight fucking pussy until you cum all over my face. Then I’m going to tie you up and play with you until you make an absolute mess. After that I’m gonna lay back and watch as you use me to get yourself off. You’ll use me however you want me while I don’t lift a finger.” JJ kisses me again as my insides turned molten, a cocky smirk pulling at his lips.

“I’ll see you later, princess.”

Then the car door opens and is slammed in my face as I try to figure out what the fuck just happened.

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zepskies · 11 months ago

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And So It Goes - Part 17

Pairing: Billy Butcher x OFC (Latina!OC)

Summary: As Madelyn Stillwell’s personal assistant, Helena Flores finds herself caught between protecting her job — and more importantly her life — or helping Billy Butcher bring down the supe who killed her best friend, Becca.

AN: I have the entire week off work, so I'm catching up with my WIPs. 😜

Word Count: 5,800 Tags/Warnings: Angst, violence, more of Soldier Boy’s bad flirting, hurt/comfort, PTSD, explosions…

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17: Emotionally Deficient Men

Helena used an old bobby pin in the pocket of her jeans to break free of her restraints. It took her a while, but eventually the metal handcuff clicked open and she hastened to her car.

Butcher, Hughie, and Soldier Boy had maybe half an hour on her, but she could make up some of the time if she didn’t stop, only for gas halfway through the six-hour drive.

Vermont was lovely this time of year. The only sights she could afford to take in was the luxurious mansion owned by the infamous T&T Twins, who were hosting an even more infamous…party.

Oh fuck, not Herogasm, Helena thought, as she pulled up to the side of the road and parked her car. She zipped up her leather jacket against the windchill as she got out and surveyed the huge lot.

She’d heard about Herogasm, but she’d never had the misfortune to go to one of these events; she wasn’t a supe. And she was never more grateful for that as she took in the scene.

The mansion was already on fire. It was a clusterfuck of half-naked supes and working professionals fleeing, screaming, crying as they filtered out across the manicured lawn and back to their cars.

Helena’s eyes widened as she took in the half-demolished house, which looked like it had been blasted right through the front. Soldier Boy.

They must’ve already gotten here before her.

She was cautious in approaching the house, coming in from the back gate by the pool that was swinging open. She made it through the debris in the house with careful steps. It was quieter inside, eerie in a way. She avoided looking down at the bodies and held her breath at the smell of charred flesh.

She turned a corner of the house and stopped short. Her breathing shallowed with a gasp when she came face to face with the one man she’d hoped to never see again.

��What the fuck are you doing here?” asked Homelander. He looked almost as surprised to see her as she was to see him, and her eyes widened.

In her mind, his blue eyes flashed like a memory: of a hand around her throat, pinning her to the wall. A lazy, crazed look in his eye as he debated whether he was going to let her breathe again.

“I was…invited,” she lied on the fly. “I’m just a bit late to the party.”

Homelander’s smile was subtle, but telling. He didn’t believe her. He tilted his head and took a booted step forward into her orbit. Helena stepped back out of reflex, but when she turned her head, she realized she had unintentionally stepped into a battlefield.

Soldier Boy stood mere feet away, suited up with his shield in hand. He regarded her with a half-smile in greeting, though his gaze was focused on Homelander.

“Out of the way, sweetheart,” he said.

She wanted to be annoyed by the nickname, but she tried to oblige him. The last thing she wanted was to be caught between the past and present of dickhead supes.

But a gloved hand grabbed the back of her neck. She gasped, instinctively cringing and glancing back at Homelander. His eyes flicked down to hers.

“Oh, Helena,” he drawled. “Don’t tell me you know this guy.”

“I think we all saw him on the news,” she said, hating the tremor in her voice. “I’m surprised it took you this long to catch him.”

“What fucking rock did you crawl out of, I wonder,” he mused out loud. His hand tightened a fraction, making her wince and suck in a breath as she fought to remain still. “But I don’t think it’s a coincidence, do you?”

Panic welled in her lungs, squeezing around her heart like a vice. Her gaze darted to Soldier Boy. It was pure instinct, the plea in her eyes. He saw it, though he said nothing until his attention turned back to Homelander.

“Homelander, I take it.” Soldier Boy eyed the other supe with a quirk of his lips. He gestured to the long red and white cape hanging from Homelander’s shoulders. “Nice candy stripes.”

Homelander tensed, though Helena wasn’t sure if it was because of the other man’s taunt, or because Butcher stepped into the hallway beside Soldier Boy. Butcher’s eyes widened when he saw her, and he hardened when he realized her predicament.

He sharpened on Homelander, who was perceptive enough to catch the brief exchange. His gaze narrowed.

“William Butcher and Soldier Boy,” he remarked. “Of course, you’re behind this. This whole thing… It really is all about me.”

Bile rose up in Helena’s throat. Just the sound of his voice made her sick, but the sheer size of his ego was even worse.

“William, we made a deal,” he continued. “To fight to the death. You, and me.”

Helena’s eyes widened. What kind of fucked deal was this, and when was that bargain struck?

Again, Butcher glanced at her, but he focused on Homelander.

“This is cheating,” said Homelander. His brows pinched with a glare. “Deal’s off.”

He lasered at Butcher with his eyes. Helena screamed as the man went down hard on his stomach. She tried to go to him, but Homelander’s hand tightened on the back of her neck and yanked her back.

She gasped and was forced to look at him through tearful, wide eyes.

“What, are you on their side now? Are you helping them?” His hand moved into her hair and started to squeeze even tighter, making her unconsciously whimper and twist against him. Her nails bit fruitlessly into his hand.

The mania behind his eyes was familiar. It had been featuring in her nightmares. “Be honest, Helena.”

“Figures that you’d hide behind a woman,” Soldier Boy remarked.

It earned Homelander’s attention.

“Excuse me?” he asked. He took a step forward, dragging Helena along with him. Her boots scrambled for purchase over fallen debris.

Homelander had to chuckle a little. “You know, you were my hero growing up. I watched all your movies, hundreds of times. You were the only one that was nearly as strong as me.”

Helena bit the inside of her lip. She could tell, just by the look on the other man’s face, that that was the wrong way to endear himself. Soldier Boy’s ego was more than a match for Homelander’s.

“Buddy, you think you look strong?” Soldier Boy said dryly. “You’re wearing a cape.”

Homelander took in an irritated breath.

“You’re just a cheap fucking knock-off,” Soldier Boy added.

It made Homelander seethe. “Oh no, no, no… I’m the upgrade.”

He pushed Helena away from him and launched full speed at Soldier Boy, tackling him into the next room. And she was shoved against the wall hard enough to knock her clean out.

Helena woke to a pounding in her head and a sharper agony in her ribs.

She uttered a pained groan, soon realizing that she was laying on a dingy bed with a ceiling fan turning slowly overhead. She tried to sit up, but that proved to be too much. She fell back with a gasp.

“Hey, hey, don’t get up,” said Hughie. He came into the bedroom with a glass of water and some pills in his hand. He helped her sit up enough against the pillows to take the meds and drink a bit of water. She thanked him, and moved her frizzy hair away from her face to meet his concerned gaze.

“Where the hell are we?” she asked.

“A motel just a couple hours south of Vermont,” he replied.

She nodded. She was still wearing her now dusty gray shirt, jeans, and boots, but her jacket had been draped on the far corner of the bed.

She looked past Hughie to find Butcher standing in the doorway. Hughie noticed as well, and he laid a comforting hand on her arm before he got up.

“Let me know if you need anything else,” he said. She nodded, though she could hardly think at the moment.

Butcher shared a brief, but meaningful gaze with the younger man as he left. Then he stepped into the room and sat down on the edge of her bed. He let out a sigh and reached for the side of her head, and she winced as his fingers brushed a tender knot there.

“Got your bell rung, didn’t ya?” he said.

It was her turn to sigh.

His eyes took her in; the pain in her face, the way she shifted to try and fail to get comfortable.

“You all right?” he asked.

All Helena could manage was a jerky nod of her head, even as tears glistened in her eyes. Her hand reached up and shakily touched his chest.

“What about you?”

Butcher quirked a smile. “Had me a little supe cocktail, didn’t I?”

Helena let out a breath of relief. V24 was still untested poison, but it had saved his dumbass. And he’d saved her dumbass in turn…

“Does Homelander know I was the mole at Vought?” she asked.

Butcher’s expression dimmed.

Hours ago…

Butcher got up, shaking off the feeling of a point-blank laser blast with a shrug of his shoulders thanks to the Temp V coursing through his veins. He rubbed the sting out of his chest and shook off the stun of hitting the ground so hard.

Butcher pushed off the ground, and the sounds of the nearby fight between Homelander and Soldier Boy reached him. But he also saw Helena just a few yards away, lying prone on the ground, twisted onto her back.

His eyes widened, and he went to her. He dropped to his knees at her side and brushed her dark hair away from her face with slightly shaking hands. Her eyes were closed, her body unmoving. He cupped her cheek and felt for her pulse at her neck.

The tension in his shoulders eased when he felt her heartbeat thrumming under the pads of his fingers. Fucking hell.

How the fuck had she broken free of those cuffs? And more importantly, why did she insist on putting herself in the line of fucking fire?

Butcher knew the answer, deep down, but he stowed that all away to ease her more comfortably on her back, untwisting her hips and legs. He hated to leave her like this, but he had no choice. He saw that Soldier Boy was having a hard time with Homelander on his own.

So Butcher jumped into the fray, lasering Homelander from behind. The supe’s face betrayed his confusion, and even his anger in that tick in his brow.

“What have you done?” he asked.

“Scorched earth,” Butcher taunted.

But Homelander glanced passed him, at Helena still lying unconscious in the hall. It made Butcher tense and shift his stance, subtly putting himself in between.

Homelander smirked. “Wait, wait…you and Helena Flores? You have a thing, don’t you?”

His steps forward were somehow both lazy and measured. Butcher’s movements were even more calculated, stepping closer, but still blocking Helena.

“How long has this been going on?” Homelander asked. “Couldn’t have been very long. I mean, how did you even meet? She worked for us…”

Something seemed to don on the supe, and a sinking feeling churned in Butcher’s chest.

“Fuck me,” Homelander chuckled as a realization brightened his eyes. “You had an inside woman at Vought, didn’t you? Feeding information to you and your little rats.”

His grin deepened at the way Butcher’s smugness faded, and his expression became sharp and threatening.

Homelander wasn’t intimidated. Only pleased.

“Now everything makes sense,” he said. “Tell me, how long has she been servicing you?”

Butcher glowered, his eyes flickering with golden light. Homelander’s smirk raised higher.

“I’ll have to ask her about her hourly rate—”

That was the last quip the supe got out, before Butcher lasered him directly in the face. Homelander flew forward and met Butcher blow for blow, until Soldier Boy yanked Homelander down by his cape.

The fight began in earnest, with even Hughie joining in.

Unfortunately, Homelander slipped away at the last minute, leaving Butcher with the bitter aftertaste of an opportunity lost. And even worse, he knew, was the target now firmly painted on Helena’s back.

Now, in the relative safety of a crusty motel, Helena tried to wipe the tears from her face as she took in a breath meant to steady herself. It didn’t work.

Homelander knew the truth, and she was deep in this shit now.

For his part, Butcher buried a hand in her hair and sighed deeply.

“For fuck’s sake. This’s why I bloody told you not to come,” he said.

“You didn’t tell me, you restrained me,” she snapped.

“For all the fucking good it did me,” he said, just as angrily.

She stared into his eyes and saw the depths of his concern behind the anger. She knew how to read through the cracks of his rough exterior, and despite the fact that she was still so unbelievably mad at him, for several reasons, part of her felt mollified. She knew he still cared about her.

She was feeling petulant, however.

“You don’t have the right to lecture me,” she said. “Anyway, what the hell happened? When I got there, everything was already on fire.”

Butcher crossed his arms. “Yeah, Soldier Boy fucking snapped.”

Helena frowned. “What do you mean?”

“On account o’ his PTSD.” Butcher rubbed at his mouth and beard. “I think he blacked out. Same as Midtown.”

For a moment, Helena was in shock. “Shit. And this is the guy you want to make a deal with?”

“The deal’s been made, love,” said Butcher. He regarded her with more guarded eyes. “Only thing to do is keep moving forward.”

“Right,” she snapped. “Until you get killed.”

Helena shook her head and tried to sit up straighter. It caused a shift in her ribs that felt like white hot pain, a knife stabbing into her. She gasped and grabbed at her right side.

Frowning deeper, Butcher stayed her hand and lifted up her shirt enough to take a look. What he found was a large, yellowish bruise covering nearly half of her ribcage. It wasn’t dark enough to be internal bleeding, but he knew her tan skin would darken soon enough.

“Jesus,” he muttered.

“Is it bad?” she asked in worry.

“Is the pain dull or sharp?” he asked.

“Sharp,” she replied.

“Likely you’ve got a couple of broken ribs,” he said. “You can still breathe though. Nothing feels like it’s pokin’ ya, is it?”

She shook her head, relieving him further.

“You’ll probably be fine,” he said. You should get checked out at the hospital, though I doubt you’ll fucking take my advice. “They’ll heal up eventually.”

She frowned at him.

Maybe he should’ve made the hospital suggestion, because she shoved his hands off her and withdrew from him. He realized then how’d she’d taken his attempt to reassure her—like a lack of concern.

“Thanks, Dr. House,” she griped. “Your bedside manner is impeccable. Just leave me the fuck alone.”

Butcher held in a sigh. “Look, I didn’t mean it like—”

“I don’t care,” she said. Her tongue was sharp, but her eyes said that she was exhausted, in pain, and done with him.

So he reluctantly left her room and shut the door behind him. He eyed Soldier Boy, who sat on the couch, still in his supe suit while channel surfing on the TV. Hughie was trying to figure out on his phone where the closest fast food was.

Already Soldier Boy had given Butcher a list of possible safe houses to find Mindstorm: the second to last cast member of Payback. They were close enough to one of the addresses that it justified stopping for the night, but it also meant leaving Helena injured and alone with this radioactive boomer fuck, complete with PTSD and a taste for anything in a skirt.

Butcher grabbed Hughie’s arm and led him just outside the motel.

“I’m gonna cross off the first safe house on the list,” he said. He jabbed a pointed finger in Hughie’s chest. “Don’t leave her alone with him, whatever you fucking do. And make sure he don’t fucking leave.”

Hughie was wide-eyed, but he nodded. “Yeah. Sure.”

Butcher raised his brows. I mean it, the gesture said. Hughie nodded, a silent agreement struck between them.

He soon went back into the motel while Butcher took off in his car.

Hughie found the supe exactly where he’d left him: on the couch, watching reruns of Cheers. Soldier Boy didn’t look all that entertained, but his gaze slid over to Hughie when he came in.

“What’re you doing about food?” Soldier Boy asked.

Hughie blinked, and once again checked his phone. They were so deep in the middle of nowhere, no regular restaurant was going to deliver within an hour. There wasn’t even an Uber Eats or Doordash that delivered out here.

“That ain’t gonna cut it,” said Soldier Boy. His gaze was firm. “30 minutes or less. That’s what I’m’ giving you, before I go look for something myself.”

Fuck, Hughie thought. He couldn’t leave Helena alone, but he couldn’t have Soldier Boy taking off on him either.

“You can go, Hugh,” Helena said. He turned to find her standing in the doorway of her bedroom, looking worse for wear, but standing on her feet. She was leaning against the wall, and he immediately went to help her.

She directed him on where she wanted to sit: at the small, two-seater dining table.

She didn’t care what she ate, as long as it was hot, she told him. Though Hughie promised to bring her a soup of some kind, while Soldier Boy wanted “red meat.”

A burger it is, Hughie thought, internally rolling his eyes. He was still reluctant to leave, but Helena gave him an, I’ll be fine smile, weak though it was.

Hughie shook his head. Butcher was going to kill him, but he really didn’t have much of a choice. He left soon after, aiming to walk to the closest Wendy’s about half a mile down the road.

Meanwhile, Helena let out a breath. Already she knew this shitty plastic seat at the dining wasn’t going to do it for her. She needed support for her back and ribs, but she also didn’t want to lay down in bed anymore.

It made her head swim and her stomach churn, but she slowly got up and moved to sit on the far end of the couch, where Soldier Boy sat. At least she’d be able to watch some TV and try to take her mind off her pain as she waited for the meds to kick in. However, it did mean trying her luck with the supe.

She glanced at him, giving a thin smile. Soldier Boy turned to her with a gaze that slowly took her in.

“This isn’t an invitation,” she said warily. “Keep your hands to yourself.”

His smile was lazy, with the confidence of a man who’d no doubt fucked his way through starlets, cabana girls, and certainly any willing supe.

“Hey, now,” he said with charm. “What kind of man do you fucking take me for?”

A murdering one, Helena thought. But she didn’t sense a predatory attitude from him. At least, not in that sense. It didn’t mean she would let down her guard, but she did breathe a little easier.

“Besides. We both know that at some point,” he said. His voice lowered, like he was sharing a secret. His voice was deep and smooth, “You’re gonna get off your little high horse. When that time comes, I'll be more than happy to fuck you well and good, baby doll.”

Again, this man’s audacity knew no bounds. Helena’s brows raised high in shock. It took her a moment, but she eventually cleared her throat.

“Unlikely,” she deadpanned, despite her blush. “And who hits on someone with broken ribs?”

“They won’t be broken forever. And I can be…gentle,” he said. His eyes once again slid over her form, lingering on the hint of cleavage of her V-neck shirt. “Gentle enough, anyway.”

She couldn’t help but laugh a bit. This guy was too much.

“For the love of God. Enough, please,” she said. She shook her head, despite her incredulous smile. “I thought you said I needed a leash.”

She’d heard that little tidbit from the bug she planted in Butcher’s car.

Soldier Boy smirked. “Maybe. You are a bit fucking mouthy for my taste.”

That dimmed her amusement, into annoyance. There was that old-fashioned machismo that she couldn’t stand.

“Welcome to the 21st fucking century,” Helena snipped. “There’s a lot more where I come from.”

Soldier Boy shot her a look, annoyed yet contemplative. “So what, you and Butcher had a thing?”

“Good use of the past tense,” she grumpily acknowledged. She took the remote that lied between them and started looking through the TV guide for something to watch.

The supe eyed her with a certain smile.

“What’s the fucking deal with him and Homelander?” he asked. “I mean, the guy’s a prick. But why does Butcher hate him so much?”

Helena paused in her channel search. For now, she landed on an old episode of The Mesmerizer.

She let out a deep breath, holding a hand to her side when that pained her ribs. She wasn’t sure that this was her story to tell, but maybe if Soldier Boy knew the truth about Homelander, he’d be even more motivated to kill the bastard, besides ego and jealousy.

“Becca. Butcher’s wife,” she began. “Homelander…”

Helena paused. Even now, it was hard for her to say it out loud. She took in another steadying breath, and she met Soldier Boy’s green-eyed gaze.

“He violated her,” said Helena. “He ruined her damn life…and she died, because of him.”

That fell between them with a stiff, somewhat awkward silence.

“And how do you fit into all this?” Soldier Boy asked, gesturing at her.

Helena inclined her head. “Becca was my best friend.”

She told her part of the story, after Becca disappeared. How she’d worked at Vought, and Butcher had come knocking on her door demanding her help. But once she was on board, she became committed to avenging her friend. Helena did omit any mention of Ryan, for his protection.

She gave Soldier Boy just enough of the story that it still made sense, down to her finally leaving Vought and giving the CIA as much intel as she could, while trying to keep her involvement with Butcher and his team a secret from her ex-employer (and Homelander, most of all).

“So you hooked up with your best friend’s husband?” Soldier Boy mused with a smirk.

Fucking figures. That was what he took from this conversation?

Helena gave him a shrewd frown.

“You’re taking the moral high ground here?” she volleyed back. “We didn’t get together until this year, if you must know.”

The supe shrugged. It led her to look at him with a little more contemplation. She asked a question she probably had no business asking, if she wanted to have some self-preservation. But her pain meds were kicking in, and it was giving her a high dose of fuck it.

“How long were you with Crimson Countess? You know…before,” she asked.

Soldier Boy’s expression dimmed, with a bitter edge.

“Too fucking long,” was all he said, crossing his arms. “She was always a raging bitch.”

Helena wanted to roll her eyes, but she supposed his vitriol was understandable, given that the woman had helped gift wrap him for the Russians, along with the rest of his team. She truly must have hated him.

“Did she participate in Herogasm too?” Helena asked. Or was its founder the only one allowed to fuck other people?

Soldier Boy quirked a brow at her, but she held her ground. She’d heard about that particular tidbit when she still worked at Vought.

“She knew better,” he replied. It made Helena chuckle.

“Right. I just wonder if maybe Countess was a little bitter,” she mused. “I mean, her man is over here having frivolous orgies while she’s expected to be the Virgin Mary.”

Soldier Boy frowned in earnest now, with irritation and a hint of warning behind his eyes. Helena was too buzzed on her meds to heed that warning. Fuck, what the hell did Hughie give me?

“I was dedicated to our relationship,” Soldier Boy argued.

“In the viewing public, sure,” Helena retorted. “Vought’s poster boy committing serial adultery would’ve probably been frowned upon.”

She worked with supes for ten years. She knew how their marketing worked, especially with their “relationships,” fabricated for PR or otherwise.

Now, however, Soldier Boy turned to her with a sharper warning.

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” he raised his voice.

Helena paused with a small flinch. But she hid her apprehension.

“There’s no need to get loud,” she said.

“There’s no need to be a smart-mouth bitch,” he shot back.

Her eyes narrowed at him. “I take that as a compliment, comrade.”

Soldier Boy didn’t know whether he was more irritated or amused by her audacity.

“You must really wanna end up over my knee, sweetheart,” he said snidely.

His arrogant face was insufferable, Helena thought. But he’d made no move to “put her in her place.” Maybe because she was injured. If she was a supe, or even a man, she didn’t think he’d be so lenient.

She smirked. “Or maybe….maybe I’m just high. Jesus, how many milligrams did Hughie give me?”

She tried to shift into a more comfortable sitting position on the couch, but it only disrupted her ribs, with a sharp flare of pain that made her wince. Her head ached as well, cutting through some of her brain fog.

She needed a shower, food, and sleep. The shower would have to wait, but Hughie had better hurry the fuck up with the food.

She was so preoccupied with her discomfort that she didn’t notice, at first, how Soldier Boy was looking at her. He still seemed irritated as he took the remote from her.

“You should probably shut the fuck up then. Get some sleep. Maybe then I’ll get some peace and quiet,” he said.

Helena raised her brows. “Wow, you are a delight.”

Soldier Boy rolled his eyes.

He was an asshole. In fact, he’d just caused a hell of a scene, had apparently blacked out, and as a result, had even killed a handful of people in the process of getting revenge on the T&T Twins.

And yet…

Get some sleep, he’d said.

He seemed to have a tiny sliver of decency. Helena only detected it because she was fluent in the language of emotionally deficient men.

She considered getting up to take his “advice,” of getting some rest, but he managed to find Lethal Weapon playing on one of the movie channels.

“Oh, that’s a classic,” she told him. “From the late ‘80s…you probably just missed it.”

Soldier Boy frowned at her, but he didn’t turn the channel. They watched the movie from then on in a strangely companionable silence.

But of course, the peace couldn’t last for long.

There was a shootout on the screen; predictable for an action movie. Helena had seen this scene half a dozen times, but she heard a hitch of breath. She turned to her right and saw that her companion’s gaze was glazed over, unfocused.

Soldier Boy sat stiffly, blinking, with a subtle shake of his head, like he was trying to get rid of a ringing in his ears.

“Soldier Boy?” she tried. He didn’t seem to hear her.

Oh fuck. She paused, realizing what was happening.

Though it pained her battered ribs and head, she pulled herself up straighter and scooted closer to him on the couch. When she touched his shoulder, his gaze snapped up to hers. She tried not to flinch.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“…I don’t know,” he gritted out.

Her breath shallowed along with his. Even if she tried to run, she doubted she’d get very far if he freaked out and blasted this motel off the map.

“Okay, it’s okay. Soldier…what’s your name?” she asked.

For just a moment, her question managed to split him out of his disassociation.

“What?”

“What’s your name?” Helena repeated.

He blinked like he had something in his eye, though she knew he was trying to concentrate on her. At the same time, she seemed to be irritating him.

“Soldier Boy,” he said.

“No, not that bullshit. Your real name,” Helena insisted, and she squeezed his shoulder. It was unnaturally warm.

She couldn’t know that her words kicked the man back into his memories—before Russia. Before even Payback.

Behind his mind’s eye, he saw the tall, stoic, imposing figure of his father. The floral print of his mother’s Sunday dress when he was a kid. Her smile when she touched his cheek.

“Ben,” he gritted out. His chest was started to burn and glow from the inside. He was fighting it tooth and nail as his gaze flit over the woman next to him. Run, you fucking idiot.

“Ben,” Helena repeated. Her concern was in her eyes as she chanced lowering her hand, from his shoulder to his arm. “Stay with me, Ben. Can you breathe through it?”

“Shut the fuck up,” he snapped, shutting his eyes.

He wanted to tell her to stop touching him like he was some weak piece of shit. But the pressure was building beyond his control.

“Ben?” she prodded weakly. Even through his super suit, his arm became too hot for her to touch. She gasped and was forced to release him. She saw the glow of his chest through his suit and tried to back away, but her shaking body was frozen in fear.

Her wide eyes met his.

Ben had just enough presence of mind to push her away from him, just before a burst of nuclear power escaped him. With a rough yell, he tried to angle it upwards. The beam tore through half of the motel room and escaped through the ceiling.

Afterwards, he was breathing hard and staring into a midnight sky through the large hole his power had created. The distant sounds of screaming and car horns blaring was familiar, though he grimaced.

Fuck, he thought. He looked at the carnage wrecked through the rest of the motel room, though he didn’t remember creating it.

Belatedly, he remembered Helena.

She had been tossed to the floor, onto her back. Ben hesitated, but he slid off the couch and went to her, taking a knee on the ground beside her prone form. He brushed some plaster dust off her face and checked her pulse at her neck.

He nodded at the feel of her pulse thrumming under the pads of his fingers. Then, he surprised himself by sliding and arm under her back and propping her up against him. He tapped her cheek.

“Hey, wake up,” he prodded.

She didn’t oblige him just yet, making his brows furrow. Ben had a moment to take in her dark lashes that matched her long, dark hair of loose curls. (He could imagine wrapping them around his hand.)

Though her face was pale at the moment, her skin was tan and smooth, with full lips he couldn’t help being tempted by. Through the sweat and dust, he could even detect an earthy, floral scent. Maybe it was her shampoo.

“Helena?” Butcher’s voice made Ben raise his head. He frowned, mostly because he hadn’t heard the man coming. His ears were still ringing a bit, though he wouldn’t acknowledge it.

Butcher got down on her other side and took Helena from Ben’s arms, quickly, but still with care. Butcher touched her clammy cheek, then glared at the supe.

“Get your Wonder Girl powers in check before you blast us all to hell!” he snapped.

“Watch your fucking mouth,” Ben barked back, as he stood. “Without me, you’ve got fuck all.”

Butcher seethed; both because he was furious, and because he knew Soldier Boy was right. They still needed one another to accomplish their respective agendas, and that was the bitch of it.

Butcher got back onto his feet with Helena in his arms. He ignored the supe for now, and brought her to the bedroom, which had mostly remained unscathed.

He laid her down on the bed and surveyed the damage, even lifting her shirt to make sure she wasn’t visibly bleeding. She really should’ve been checked out at a hospital…

Just as he almost resolved to do just that, she started to wake, with a moan of pain. Butcher softened. He rested a careful, and surprisingly tender hand against her cheek. He held his breath, waiting for the moment that she blinked awake, revealing those honey brown eyes.

Helena bit her lip when she saw him, leaning her cheek against his hand. She was still full of painkillers and brain fog, and all she really wanted right now was some comfort. The thought made her eyes sting with tears. She held his hand against her face.

“You gotta stop doing this to me, love,” Butcher muttered. His thumb caressed her cheek.

She smiled, because this was the man she knew. She missed him so damn much.

“I thought you hated being bored,” she rasped.

Butcher let out a long breath while his thoughts darkened. Might just kill that prick after Homelander.

Her gaze narrowed a bit.

“I know that look. Believe it or not, this was him saving me,” she said, with a sigh, briefly closing her eyes. “The Russians pulled a fucking number on him.”

“Yeah. He’s got a few fucking screws loose, don’t he?” Butcher replied.

Helena tugged him down to her by his collar and touched his cheek.

“Come with me, Billy,” she all but pleaded. “You can still let this go…”

She leaned up enough to nearly press her lips to his, but Butcher held off. His eyes roamed over her face, concentrating on her lips. They both knew he wanted this…

But he wouldn’t let himself. Her tears dripped down the corners of her eyes when he gently pulled her hand away. He leaned back and sat up on the edge of the bed.

“We’re gonna have to move,” he said. “Just rest there a tick, ‘til we get all squared away, figure out where we’re going. And where the fuck is Hughie?”

The latter he asked to himself, but Helena couldn’t be bothered to answer him. She wiped at her face and tried to bury her hurt and dismay, deep under a layer of anger. She forced her body to sit up with a whimper.

“Ey,” Butcher protested. She ignored him.

“I know where we can go,” she said, meeting his gaze. “It’s safe, and neither Vought or Homelander know where it is.”

He was confused at first, but he was too smart not to know where her mind was headed. Her house was close to the city, but still far enough to give them cover. And only Helena, Butcher, and Grace knew its location.

Butcher frowned.

“No,” he started to say. Before he could get going in earnest, Hughie stepped into what was left of the motel. They saw him through the gaping chasm—of what used to be a wall between the bedroom and the front door. He nearly dropped the Wendy’s bags.

“What the shit?!” Hughie exclaimed. “Where’s the roof?”

AN: 😬 Okay, so a lot of Soldier Boy being an ass in this chapter lol. (As usual.) And now these four are headed to Helena's house. What could possibly go wrong? 😂

Next Time:

Maybe I really do have a death wish, Helena thought, as she let the most wanted supe alive into her home.

Butcher and Hughie joined him, with the latter taking in her two-story house for the first time.

“Nice,” Hughie said with a nod. “This place is beautiful.”

Helena gave him a small smile. “Thank you.”

Though she gave Ben a pointed look. “Try not to break it, please.”

He shot her a raised brow, but didn’t comment. Instead, he watched her turn and show them one of the guest bedrooms on the first floor. Meanwhile, his gaze lingered on the curve of her ass in those jeans.

Butcher caught the supe’s lazy perusal with a sharp eye. Ben felt his stare and had the gall to shoot him a wink with his smile. His steps had a certain swagger as he followed Helena down the hall.

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Good Neighbors Part 7 (Steddie X Reader)

A/N: "Hi friend! Idk if ur taking requests but i had this thought for your neighbors fic. What if reader is either really fucking stressed out or just one day not wanting to fuck both of them so she either asks or it just happens where she makes "love" to eddie. Like its sweet and gentle but steve happens to see and notices the difference but eddie and reader assure him it was a 1 time thing. Maybe the following week she makes "love" to steve a day when hes really stressed out. Again just a thought i had. ☺️ -Anon" This request came at a perfect time because I had started writing one thing but then got stuck so THANK YOU FRIEND! I hope this does your request justice :)

Warnings: Steddie relationship and all that that implies (I regret nothing), Charlie is a big dick in this one. He does threaten the reader and snap at Dylan but protective Steddie is there <3

Word Count: 4709

Dylan hops down from his father’s truck and slams the door. His tiny eyebrows furrow together as he pouts, walking past you, and up the stairs to your apartment without saying a word.

“He’s got an attitude today.” Charlie whines as he gestures towards him.

“What happened?”

“Why do you assume something happened? He’s just being a pain in the ass.”

“Because this,” you point towards your home, “is not normal behavior for him. Not when he’s with me at least.” Charlie rolls his eyes as he turns to open his car door. “Has your lawyer talked to you yet?”

He pauses, turning back to face you. “No? Why?”

You swallow, preparing for his reaction. “My lawyer and I submitted a request for sole custody.”

Charlie chuckles under his breath. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“You don’t follow the schedule and every time it breaks his heart. I’m not going to allow you to hurt that little boy anymore.”

“He’s my son.”, he growls.

“You always get so upset when we have this conversation but you never act like you care when it’s your time. You bailed on him your last weekend, he went to the hospital and you didn’t even answer your phone! Now he comes back like this? I just—”

He reaches out abruptly, grabbing your arm and pulling you to his chest. “I’m not going to let you take him from me. I don’t care what I have to do.”

You try and pull yourself from his grasp but he just grips you tighter. “Let me go, Charlie.”

“Do you really think this is something you can win? I’m in a house, have a steady job, stable relationship.” You scoff as you keep trying to wiggle free. “What do you have? I’ll give you one chance to correct your mistake. If you don’t, I swear to God, Y/N, I will make you regret it.”

It happened almost in the blink of an eye. One moment your ex is threating you and the next he’s on the concrete, bleeding from his nose with Eddie in front of you.

Charlie tries to rise to his feet but Eddie pushes him back down with his boot. “You better count your blessings that my friend is at work because if he saw you grabbing her like that? Whew, now that’s something to regret.” He reaches down and lifts your ex up by his collar to his feet, shoving him towards his truck. “Now I can’t guarantee he still won’t beat your ass so if I were you, I would leave.”

You both watch him as he climbs clumsily into his car and skids out of the parking lot. Eddie turns around as soon as he’s out of sight immediately checking on you. “Are you okay?”

“I’m ok. What made you come down here?”

“You son stormed into the apartment without saying hi like he usually does and then you weren’t with him.”

“Eddie, you can’t tell Steve.” He looks at you like you just told him the sky was purple. “Seriously. He will be pissed.”

“Yeah, he will. Come on, let’s not worry about that right now.”

When you and Eddie entered your apartment, you found Dylan in his room. He was laying on his side on his bed holding one of his stuffed animals. You gently curled up behind him, moving his hair out of his face.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He shook his tiny head. “Okay. Do you want me to leave you alone?” Again, he said no, but he rolled over, encircling his arms around you. “I love you.”

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After Dylan goes to bed that night, you search for Eddie to find he isn’t still in the apartment. When you open their door, you hear music coming from his room. You find the metalhead sitting on his bed, cigarette in his mouth as he strums his guitar.

“Hey Sweetheart. Kid okay?”

“Yeah, he said his dad left him at his grandmothers all weekend and yelled at him not to tell me.” You huff under your breath as you sit beside him, stealing the cigarette from his lips as you inhale the smoke. “You didn’t have to leave.”

“I know. I just thought he would prefer being alone with his mom.”

“Ow.” You flinch as Eddie accidently bumps your arm with the guitar.

“Oh my god…” You glance down to see what Eddie’s looking at. Your arm where Charlie had grabbed you was turning a nice shade of purple where his fingers had pressed into your skin.

Eddie takes a picture of it with his phone before exiting his room and coming back with an ice pack.

“I didn’t realize he grabbed me that hard.”

“Has he ever done anything like this before?”, Eddie asks as he gently holds the pack to your arm.

“It’s rare but yeah. It’s his go to intimidation tactic if being in your personal space doesn’t work. His stepfather used to do it to him.”

“Has he ever…?”

“No! God, no. I would kill him if he ever did anything like that to Dylan.”

You saw that sad look in his eyes that broke your heart. You leaned over placing a soft kiss on his lips.

“Can I ask you something?” Eddie silently nods. ““What did you want when you were his age? Did you want your dad around?”

Eddie leans back as he lets out a long, deep exhale. “Honestly? I just wanted my dad leave me alone.”

“What if someone had come into your life and said ‘Come with me. I’m going to take you away and you’ll be happy but you just won’t see your dad as much if at all’?”

“Well, Sweetheart, that did happen for me.”

You felt extremely stupid all of the sudden. Eddie had told you that before and you two had talked about it many times. About how he went to live with his uncle after his dad was sent to prison but you never made that connection to your own situation. Yeah, Charlie wasn’t out stealing cars or doing other crimes but he was fairly absent for most of Dylan’s life. He never really seemed to care until his back was against the wall and you challenged him.

Eddie smiled, placing his palm on top of your hand. “Do you remember what I said to you that one night on the steps out here? Steve and I never had a mom like you. You care about Dylan and his well-being. My life got better after my dad was out of it but I do wish my mother had done more. If you think it’s in his best interest to be away from his dad for right now then it is what it is, you know?”

“I hate that you had to experience that.”

Your hand reaches out to bring his mouth to yours again and this time Eddie deepens it, sliding his tongue past your teeth to reach your own. He leans back against his pillows bringing you with him as you straddle his waist. You reach down hastily pulling at his belt buckle and unbuttoning his pants. He lifts his hips to help you pull them down as his cock springs free.

He rolls you over on to your back and dips his fingers into your waistband, pulling your pants with your panties down your legs. Eddie’s lips trailed up your body pausing at your stomach as he lifted your shirt over your head. Your fingers reached up and grazed over his tattoos.

He grins as he reaches your hand tenderly kissing your fingertips before throwing your arm over his shoulder. You giggle as you wrap the other one over his shoulder and around his neck. Your pussy flutters as you watch Eddie spit in his hand, reaching down to pump his cock a few times before guiding himself into your entrance.

His head fell into the nook of your neck as he started trusting into you. It was at that moment that you realized this was probably the third time in your relationship with the two of them that Eddie was in front of you, not behind you. You had honestly never thought about it was just how they both usually ended up.

You gently pull at his hair forcing him to lift his head. “I, mmmmm, I want to see your face. Please.” He swallowed down a moan as he nodded, eyes glancing over every part of your face.

You two were so entranced into each other you didn’t hear the front door open or the footsteps stomp down the hall.

Eddie’s pace started to pick up as he thrust into you harder and deeper. You mouth opened as you silently moaned, arching your back.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”

You smile as your hooded eyes become harder to keep open. Wrapping your legs around his waist you push him further into you till he’s hitting that sweet spot inside of you. “I’m…I’m going to cum.”

You pressed your forehead into his as the coil in your belly snapped and you repeated his name against his lips. Eddie’s body shivered above you as his hips sputtered and he released his seed inside of you. You softly pressed your lips to his.

“You look so good when you cum. I love you.”

He smiles as he continues to pant, trying to catch his breath. “I love you to.”

Steve’s throat clears, startling you both. You grab your chest as Eddie rolls on to his back. “Jesus Christ! I’m buy you both bells to wear so I can hear you coming.” You and Eddie laugh but Steve just stands there leaning against the doorframe looking over you and his friend.

“How’s Dylan? Eddie told me what happened.”

You glare at Eddie as he lights a cigarette. “Traitor.”

“What? He has a right to know.”

��He’s okay. Still upset but better than when he came home.”

He strides over and looks at your arm. “Charlie do that to you?”

You reach for his hand but he pulls it away. “Um, yeah. Eddie took a picture for my lawyer.”

“Oh, it looks like Eddie did a lot more than that.”

You and the other boy turn to look at Steve. Eddie scoffs as he climbs out of bed and into his bathroom, shutting the door.

“What’s wrong, Steve?” He folds his arms across his chest defensively. “No. Don’t shut down and turn into my seven-year-old. Talk to me.”

He points to the bed. “How many times has that happened?”

“This is the first time. We were talking about Charlie and Eddie’s dad… it just kind of…” You look up at him as his eyes boar down into yours. “Does it bother you?”

He exhales deeply as his chest rises and falls. “No.”

“Tell that to your face.” Eddie comes out of the bathroom wearing a new pair of boxers.

Steve scowls in his roommate’s direction as he turns on his heels, heading for his room, and slamming the door. You feel a gentle tap on your shoulder as Eddie hands you your pants and what you recognize as one of Steve’s t-shirts.

“Do you want me to walk you back to your apartment?” You glance at Steve’s door. “It’s best to leave him alone when he gets like this.” You quickly put on the clothes that are given to you, heading for the door. You give Eddie a hug and he kisses the top of your head.

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For the next couple of days everything is quiet; too quiet. You text both boys but Steve never replies. Eddie’s been swapped at work, picking up extra hours where he can. When he comes home he’s exhausted. You cook meals for them and Dylan but Steve never comes home before your in bed. Eddie promises to save him some, leaving leftovers in the fridge.

“Mommy. Can we rent a movie tonight?”

You were on your way home that Friday evening after picking up Dylan from school. “Sure. What do you want to watch?”

“No not rent from the tv. Can we go to Steve’s store?”

Your heart cracked at his request. “Yeah, baby. We can go to Family Video.”

He claps his hands in the backseat. “I miss him. We haven’t seen him in forever!”

You blink back the tears that try to push their way through. “I miss him to.”

The little bell above the door rings as you both walk through the store’s entrance. Steve is behind the counter leaning against it as he watches a movie on the tv. Dylan calls his name and his head whips in his direction.

“Hey dude!” He meets your son halfway, lifting him in his arms.

A pretty girl comes up beside Steve and shakes Dylan’s foot. “Who’s this?”

“This is the little man that lives across from me.”

“Ooooh.” She extends her hand to Dylan, who reaches out and shakes it. “I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Robin.” She turns to face you. “Which would make you Y/N.”

You smile at her as you shake her hand as well. “Yeah, weirdo here said he wanted to rent a movie tonight.”

“Hey, we got some new kids movies in. You want to see?”

Dylan giggles as he takes Robin’s hand and they walk towards the other end of the store. Steve clears his throat as he walks past you, heading back towards his place behind the counter. You quickly grab his arm.

“Steve. Please. We miss you. I miss you. You know I hate when you act like I don’t exist.” You look down at your shoes. “I swear Eddie and I… that’s the first time we’ve ever done anything without you there.”

“That’s not the problem.”

“Then what is?!”

“It’s hard to explain.”

“Try.” You watch him as his body stiffens and he crosses his arms again, shielding himself. “Steve, please. I don’t understand. It’s not fair to me or Eddie. Just tell me what you’re feeling. Talk to me—”

“You’ve never looked at me the way you looked at him!”

Steve looked around, grabbing your hand as he pulled you towards the backroom. “Robin, can you keep an eye on him for a minute?”

“Yeah, no problem.”

“Steve, what are you talking about? I love you both.” The words come out of your mouth before he even shuts the door. “I love you as much as I love Eddie.”

“I watched you two. The way you moan, touched him, spoke to him…it was different than when you know I’m there.”

“Baby…” You reach out and caress his cheek. “What time do you get off?”

Steve looks at his watch. “About thirty minutes. Why?”

“Eddie’s spending time with Wayne tonight. You can come over and have dinner with us. After Dylan goes to bed, you and I can talk. Maybe get some alone time.”

He smirks slightly as a heavy sigh leaves his body. You wrap your arms around him, inhaling his cologne. “I missed you so much.”

You feel his own arms wind around you as his fingers come up to tangle in your hair, pressing your head to his chest. “I missed you to.”

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“Hey daddy.”

You freeze at the top of the stairs outside your apartment. Charlie is leaning against the wall with papers in his hand. He looks furious. You cautiously walk towards the front door, opening it, and gently pushing Dylan inside.

You paint what you hope is a believable smile on your face. “Hey, why don’t you go change and get ready for dinner while I talk to your dad.”

He looks between the both of you. “Mom…”

“Hey! You heard her! Get inside!” Dylan jumped as Charlie snapped at him. You reach out and reassuringly run your fingers in his hair down to his small cheeks. You ex reaches past you and slams the door shut.

“Don’t talk to him like that.”

“I warned you. This?” He holds up the papers his lawyer had given him. “This was the worst mistake you ever made. You’ll be lucky if you see that kid once year if at all when I’m done with you.”

You straightened you back, trying to convey confidence. “Leave. Now.”

He moves forward backing you against the wall. “Or what? I know your neighbors aren’t here. Even if they were—”

“You’d run like the little bitch that you are?”

Charlie’s hand flies past your face slamming violently into the surface behind you. You flinch as he chuckles. “Always bark but never any bite.”

You suddenly shove him with the intention of running into your apartment and locking the door but as you begin your sprint you smack into something hard. Steve steps around you, placing you behind him. You feel yourself shrink behind his back; thankful he was there.

“Leave. Now.” He echoed your previous words. His tone came out strong and authoritative.

Charlie made a move like he was going to punch him but he slid back out of the way returning his own punch that connected with your ex’s mouth. Steve tilted his head as he looked down at him. “I can see from your nose that my roommate already warned you once so I won’t bother doing it again.”

He reached down, lifting Charlie up by the arm, and threw him against the wall by the stairs. “I think it’s safe to say for the time being you are not allowed anywhere near Y/N or Dylan.”

“You can’t do that, Y/N. We have a court order.”

Steve moves his body so he’s blocking you from your ex’s field of view. “No, no. You’re talking to me now. Given the fact that you hurt her last time you were here and you haven’t spent any time with him in the last two weekends you had him… She’s within her rights.”

Charlie tried to push Steve off of him but Steve was stronger, connecting his fist again with his face. “Now your son is inside and if I know that kid he’s probably listening. That’s the only reason I’m not tearing you in half for putting your hands on his mother but that doesn’t mean I’m going to allow you to keep speaking to her the way you are. Now, say goodbye to Y/N nicely and get the fuck out of here.”

He spits blood in Steve’s direction and in return Steve slapped him causing Charlie to fall to the floor. Your protector backed away from him until he felt your hands lightly grip the back of his shirt. Your ex rose to his feet, collecting the paperwork that had been tossed aside in the chaos. He started to move towards the both of you but when Steve took a confident stride forward, Charlie turned and stomped down the stairs towards the parking lot.

Steve turned to face you and you fall into his chest, clinging to him. “Thank you.” You pull away from him quickly knowing you only have a short window of time. Reaching forward you zip up his jacket covering the blood that had landed there. Right as you were straightening up your own appearance the front door opened slowly.

“Mommy?”

“Hey Weirdo. Look who I found.” You point to Steve who smiles gently over at him.

His little eyes widen as he looks around. “Did Dad leave?”

“He did.” Steve walked over to him kneeling down to get on his level. “I came up when he was talking to your mom. He saw my hand and gasped, running away when I told him what happened!”

Dylan reaches for Steve’s blood-stained hand, inspecting it. “What did happen?”

“After you guys left the store, this HUGE creature came in and tried to take Robin! I had to fight him with only these two hands. I need Robin. I’m not going to run a store all by myself. Pfft.” You son giggles at his story.

“Mom has a kit. We can help!” Dylan pulls Steve inside your apartment as you follow closing the door behind you.

You disappear into your bathroom and come back with your first aid kit. You sit down at the table lifting Dylan on to it as Steve sits across from you. You gently clean the mess away before pouring some anti septic on a cotton ball and rubbing it against the cuts on his knuckles.

He jumps over dramatically, startling Dylan. “I’m just kidding.” He beams over at you as you flash him your trademark nose scrunch. As you start to wrap his hand in gauze, your son stops you.

“Mommy! Wait, you forgot.”

It takes you a minute before you realize what he’s talking about. “Oh honey, I don’t think that works for adults.” He looks at you with a pleading expression. You playfully roll your eyes as you bring the back of Steve’s hand to up lips, placing small kiss along his cuts.

“Happy?”

“Well, I’m glad Little Man mentioned it. I feel better already.” He winks at Dylan as your son turns to you giving you a cocky smile.

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After putting Dylan to bed, you retreat to your bedroom as you close the door, leaning against it.

“You okay?”, Steve asks from his place on your bed. You shake your head as you crawl in next him. He slides down so his head is on your pillow as you rest your own on his chest. “How much did he hear?”

“Pretty much everything until you showed up. He asked me if he had to go live with him. I told him no. Steve, he looked so relieved.” His lips delicately kissed your forehead as he held you tighter to him. You lifted your head, leaning down to connect your mouth to his.

“You and Eddie are fundamentally different—”

“Hey, we don’t have to talk about this tonight.” Steve starts to sit up but you push him back with your hand.

“Please? When it’s the three of us together I feel complete. I really do. You’re both so sweet, funny, fucking gorgeous,” he chuckles at your words. “So, when I notice a difference…I want to know more. Both your little quarks make you more beautiful to me. When Eddie was making love to me, I realized there had only been a handful of times he had been front of me. To finally really be able to focus on his face and his features… it felt like I was having sex with him for the first time.”

You trace your thumb over his lips. “I was going to suggest you and I get some time to ourselves but then everything happened—”

“I got mad.”, Steve interrupted. “I didn’t even give you guys a chance to talk to me.”

You nod your head flashing him a small smile. “Yeah. You’re a bit more ‘jump first, ask questions later’ kind of angry person.” He looks away guilty making your smile grow. “It’s ok. I can be that way to. Eddie’s more of a ‘I’m going to let my anger leak through with sass’. His is more annoying.” You both laugh.

Steve leans up, rolling you on to your back as his fingers softly glide over your body.

You bring his lips to yours, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hold him to you. Usually, Steve’s kisses felt more determined and slightly hastened but as he kissed you now it was slower with an eager intensity as if he was tasting you for the first time and couldn’t get enough.

His hand drifted into the waistband of your shorts. As his mouth travelled along your jaw and down to your neck, his fingers pressed against your panty covered clit making you moan his name. You grab his hand before flipping him over onto his back as you straddle his waist.

You place tender kisses along his lips and neck until you reach the shell of his ear. “I missed you so much. I need to feel you.” Your hips start grinding against his. “Please, Steve. Make love to me.” The sound that left his mouth before he craned his neck to connect his lips with yours again was one of the most beautiful sounds you had ever heard.

Steve threw off his shirt, tugging his pants and boxers off, and dropping them to the floor. You had only managed to remove your own shorts and panties before he was pulling you on top of him again. Reaching between your bodies, you took him in your hand, placing the tip at your entrance before slowly sliding yourself down on to his cock.

You forced yourself to keep your eyes open, watching his face as you felt him bottom out. His eyes were completely blown as his mouth opened in a silent “O”. Steve’s hands gripped your hips as you began bouncing on top of him. Pressing your forehead on to his, you whimpered above him as his hips thrust up to meet yours. Your eyes fluttered closed, moaning his name into the small kisses you placed on his lips.

Steve’s hands reached up to move your hair out of your face. “Hey. Look at me.” You opened your heavy eyes to his gorgeous smile. “There you go, baby. There are those beautiful eyes.” His thumbs gently grazed your cheeks as he pulled you down for another passionate kiss.

“Steve, I’m—” He nods his head, his nose brushing against yours as he feels your pussy tightening around him. “Will you cum with me?”

He leans himself up into a sitting position, placing his hands on your ass, guiding you as you cling your arms around him. You bury your face in his shoulder to silence moans as the ball in your stomach drops and you cum hard against him. Steve continues moving your hips until you hear him grunt in your neck as his arms wrap around you, filling you up as he releases.

He falls back against the pillow and you fall with him dropping to his side.

“I see what you mean now. It’s different but in a good way.” Steve rolls over to his side facing you.

“I like when it’s the three of us but I like this to.”

He leans over to kiss your forehead before twisting his back to grab your shorts off the floor. “There’s a kid in the apartment.” He winks at you as you giggle. Steve pulls on some shorts, turning off the lights as he crawls back into bed with you. You both laid there talking for a while when you heard your front door open and a couple of moments later so did your bedroom door.

“Oh my god. I am having a terrible influence on you people. Go to bed!” Eddie sneaks in and jumps into the bed behind you. You roll to face him and Steve automatically pushes himself closer to you being your big spoon.

“How did you know we were here?”

“Well Sweetheart I think I would have figured it out if I went to our apartment and no one was there.” You scrunch your nose and he boops it with his index finger. “Steve texted me. He also told me what happened.” Eddie grabs Steve’s hand inspecting it as if he can see through your first aid. “You ok?”

You nod your head. “Dylan was upset for a bit but he’s doing better.”

“What about you, Stevie? Are you okay?”

When Steve doesn’t answer, you turn to look at him only to find he’s fallen asleep. Eddie shakes his head as he laughs. “Man can fall asleep like that,” he snaps his fingers, “I swear.”

You smile over at him as gets under the covers and reaches out to hold the hand that isn’t currently holding Steves. “He’s ok. I can’t say the same for Charlie though.”

“Eh fuck him. We don’t care how he is.” You chuckle as he laughs with you. He watches your eye lids slowly close as sleep starts to take over. Eddie leans over, placing a tender kiss on your cheek before lying back and crashing himself. ########

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galstelperion · 7 days ago

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Blade (Prompt Fill)

Pairing: Halbrand!Sauron/Galadriel

Word Count: 877

Warnings: knife play, references to homicide, being a little psychosexual out in the open...

Summary: The one where the stable boy wants to run away with the small town girl. Just because he can. Oh, and she's helped him cover up a murder or two. She still swears he's the sweetest boy she's ever met.

The switchblade looked small in Halbrand’s hand. He opens and closes it with a flick of his wrist and spins it between his fingers deftly. On its hilt, the initials of the father he doesn’t speak to anymore. He toys with it as they speak, and he never stops looking at her from the moment she enters his line of sight, to the moment she leaves.

She came early that morning in her cleanest riding boots and a short white dress that had everyone in town looking her over twice as she walked by. Before he’d even gotten the chance to come out and say hello, she propped herself right up on the hood of one of the cars he was fixing up outside the shop.

“You shouldn’t be here, you distract me from my work.”

But his hands said something different. He drew her back against the hood of the car. One hand at her hip, the other flicked that rusty blade open with ease and ghosted it up over her chest. She shivered but did not break away from his gaze.

“You want me to leave?” She asked, words whispered against the rough feel of his stubble that dipped down to scratch against the curve of her jaw.

“No,” he muttered low, almost breathless.

She smiled and reached up to hold his roaming hand still. He held the switchblade right under her chin and with a careful movement, let the point force her face to lift up and bare her neck.

“I got your note.”

“And?” He stopped and lifted a brow. “What do you think?”

He tried hard to shield away his nerves, but as silence fell between them, the gravel crunched against his shifting feet. Her eyes darted around before drawing herself up to whisper, “What do I think? It’s a stupid plan. They’ll know for sure it was you who did it if we just disappear.”

He looked between her eyes. To the blade that now sat against her throat. Let himself feel the anger in her words that seared into his skin, and over the years had become a most terrible vice to love and to hate. To push and pull with her. To argue. She did not fear him as everyone else did. Did not balk at the blood that stained his hands. She kissed his fingertips. It stunned him to utter stillness every time she made it clear she was his perfect match. He would have no one else.

And then, lifted from his daze, she uttered her rejection of his offer again.

“The answer is no.”

“No to what?” He growled, reering back.

“No, I’m not going to elope with you.”

He clicked his tongue, biting back a low curse. A gust of cold wind blew in. It pulled the dust up over plains far out in the distance. She watched him clench and unclench his jaw. He flicked the switchblade in and out.

“You are being so stubborn. It’s a perfectly sound plan and It’s not like you’d ever be with anyone else.”

“What makes you think that?” She dared to inquire.

His features settled into something deadly. If she were a smart girl, it would set her running as quickly as she could in the opposite direction. But when he took two steps forward and rested that blade against her abdomen, she couldn’t help the leg that hooked around his waist to bring him closer. His free hand stilled her hips when she lifted up to feel him full. She rested her weight up against her elbows, and let her words land soft and low against his cheek.

“Let’s say I do run away with you, what then? We’re gonna be on the road, running from my dad and the cops forever?”

“When I get things straightened up with those investigators he’s hired, there won’t be any need to run. Your dad will have no choice but to let things go when he sees his little girl running off all smitten with his favorite man in town.”

She scoffed at the idea of him being her daddy’s favorite. He most certainly was not. This two-faced, thieving, scoundrel of a man had wrangled her up before anyone in her family had even realized it. Perhaps this was his gravest crime. The stable boy steals the only daughter of the golden house for himself. Willing to do anything to keep her. Even when his mistakes had all but caught up to him.

“Finarfin’s going to kill you himself if you think you can keep playing this game.”

She laid down flat against the hood of the car as he leaned over her. He let the blade rip the fabric just below her breast. He kissed her soundly. Till she opened her eyes again and the sun cast over his head like he was some saint. And she’d forgotten all about her rejection. He would ask her to run away again soon. Perhaps when his head was burrowed between her legs and she could say nothing but yes.

“What if I told you if I get to keep you at the end of it,” he whispered, “Whatever he has in store for me will be well worth the sacrifice?”

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fredwardart · 6 months ago

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Age regression ● Lando Norris/Carlos Sainz Jr ● hurt/comfort ● minor injury

This is a short fic to go with this little artwork that I made based on Lando's recent injury after a discussion with @watercolor-hearts .

If you want to read it on ao3:

“Don't run Mijo.” Carlos called out to Lando, who by the time Carlos had finished his sentence was already through the door to the attraction.

“OK papa!” Lando called out to give the impression that he was going to listen. He evidently didn't, as not a moment later what Carlos thought was going to happen, happened. Lando was stopped abruptly by making contact with a mirror head first. The loud thump of the boy's head hitting the floor when he was knocked backwards from the momentum he was carrying was followed by a sharp gasp from his father. Carlos disregarded his own advice and ran towards the screaming little - taking care to follow his exact steps to avoid ending up in the same situation. He knelt next to the boy and scooped him into his arms.

“Papa!” Lando choked through his loud sobs.

“Shh it's okay. Can you follow my finger with your eyes?” Carlos soothed, though the words were tinged with worry. Lando reached up to wipe the tears that were blurring his vision, dutifully following the motion of carlos’ finger as it moved from side to side.

“Do you feel dizzy?” Lando nodded in response to Carlos' question, trying to focus on his dad's face which wasn't quite clear. Carlos’ worried expression deepened at Lando's inability to focus (more than was usual) but he was unsure if he was actually seeing double or if it was just the understandably disorienting sight of dozens of images of himself reflected in the mirrors that lined the walls, mixed with the harsh lighting which - was enough to give him a headache - and he wasn't the one who smashed his head on a mirror.

They sat there for a while, Carlos rubbing the boy's back soothingly as he cried. Eventually the cries got softer and evolved into the occasional little sniffle.

“Do you still feel dizzy lando? Do you feel sick?” Carlos spoke into the silence.

“No papa.” Lando looked back at Carlos through red and puffy eyes.

“Are you ready to go?”

Lando nodded in response. Carlos got to his feet and placed Lando on his hip before trying to find the exit. Carlos kept his free hand on Lando's forehead to keep his head from making contact with any more mirrors. Mirror mazes were harder than they looked and Carlos almost ended up injuring himself too as he made his way through.

Carlos breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped out of the door and into the afternoon sun. He fished the car keys out of his back pocket whilst walking to the car park, waiting for the noise and flash of light to remind him where he parked the car; something that slipped his mind in the stress of the last half an hour. Once he remembered where the car was he wasted no time in unlocking it and placing Lando sideways in the passenger seat, his feet hanging out of the open door.

Carlos walked to the boot of the car and grabbed some items. He handed a bottle of water to Lando when he knelt back down in front of the passenger door.

“Your nose is bleeding,” Carlos dabbed at landos nose with a tissue. “Would you like a plaster?”

Lando perked up a bit at the prospect of a plaster. “Dinosaur please.”

Carlos took a blue plaster from the box and stuck it to Lando's nose, careful to avoid touching the cut.

Carlos buckled Lando into the seat and shut the door, making his way to the driver's side. “We need to talk about this Mijo. What did papa say?”

“Don't run.” Lando didn't meet his father's eyes.

“And was papa right, Lando?” Carlos asked.

“Yes, you were, daddy. I'm sorry for not listening to you.” Lando spoke towards the floor, the tears threatened to fall once again.

“Thank you for apologising. I only want to keep you safe.” Carlos squeezed Lando’s hand.

“Can we go home now?”

Carlos turned to face the boy. “I don't think you have a concussion, so if you feel okay we don't need to go to hospital. But if you feel poorly later, tell me.”

“Okay.” Lando looked up at Carlos and smiled.

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hazzyking · 2 years ago

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Appearances

-just a smutt warning

-sorry if it's bad

-I tried posting a gif like all the other good fanfic creators but then I uncovered a spoiler that hurt my heart so no gifs until I get further in Mayans 🫣

-I agree there needs to be more Alvarez content so I'm making my contribution. Hopefully more creators will give us content ❤️

-enjoy

It was one of those days. The sun was shining the wind was nice and crisp and it broke the heat just right. You had a day off from work and Marcus had a "day off" from his club. Bishop had called Marcus out to come hang out at the scrap yard to which you reluctantly obliged. It was your one day off and you were gonna spend it at your job, but- they were kinda like your family anyway and Marcus promised a free ride on the back of his bike. You had your own but riding with Marcus made you feel special so, you woke up bright and early and put on your best looking but also most comfortable riding gear ((whatever you think that would look like to you)) and you and Marcus made your way to the scrapyard. It was a long drive, every time you road with Marcus he took his time, he loved the comfort your arms wrapped tightly around his waist gave him, and the warmth of your legs pressed up against him. It just brought him great calm feeling you on his bike. Especially when he spent his days riding all over California alone. He let out a relaxed hum which was drowned out over the moter of the bike but you felt it. You felt his muscles turn to butter as you laid your cheek on his shoulder and closed your eyes feeling relaxed as well. When you two pulled into the scrap yard Coco and Angle were quick to stop what they were doing to Greet you.

You stepped off the bike and smiled at the boys approaching you, until Marcus shot a glare at the two boys and they turned on their heels walking in the opposite direction you glared at him rolling your eyes "what? I want you all to myself" Marcus muttered putting his hands on your waist and pulling you towards him. You blushed and pulled away from him looking down at the dirt "right... appearances" Marcus looked down at the ground, slightly hurt by the rejection.

Later that day you were seen walking across the dirt drive way, as you walked you hoisted your pants up so they sit higher on your waist, Angle watched as you shimmied your ass in your pants and bit his lip watching you with dark eyes "what's wrong? Pants don't fit?" Angle questioned, his lips curling into a smirk.

"Yea it's hard when your ass is so fat" you said with confidence seemingly knocking the wind out of the young man. You trot over to Bishop and Alverez who are leaning against a car having a beer together. Alverez watches you dreamily as you hop over to them with a smile "what?" You asked, knowing exactly what you were doing to the oh so tough Mayan.

"You are so beautiful when you smile like that." Alverez spoke smoothly unraveling you causing you to melt to his delicious words.

"S-stop, i dont want the guys to think-" you stuttered blushing darkly.

"Oh sorry Reigna, I'll compliment you later when I'm in between your legs" Alverez smirked as If he could hear you internally scream, your cheeks Got darker and you ran away into the garage of the scrap yard. You hated when Marcus was like that with you infront of the guys you tried so hard to maintain this tough appearance so no one would walk all over you, and there he is, complimenting you and undressing you with his eyes. You grunted in frustration and slumped down behind a car. You herd Alverez's boots click against the concrete floor, and your heart began racing. You moaned softly at the agonizing feeling in your pants. They were uncomfortable before- it's even worse now "I know your in here mija" Alverez chuckled a dark chuckle. You rose to your feet and saw his smile illuminate the room, you giggled softly slowly approaching the man, his hands found their way to your hips again, and he pressed you against one of the cars.

"Marcus-" you blushed squirming away.

"(Y/N) I don't want to play games anymore hm?" Alverez muttered his eyes glancing all over your body.

"But-" you squeaked out as you felt his lips against your neck, you began to lose your train of thought as his tongue and teeth graze against the soft skin. You shutter under him fighting back soft moans "w-what are you doing" you managed to get out.

"Worshipping you Reigna" Alverez muttered against your neck, you could feel your panties start to get wet as he continued teasing you, his hands making their way under your shirt and pushing your bra up so his fingers can play with your nipples. You breathed heavily, eyes screwed shut and your lips biting back a moan, Alverez looked into your eyes and noticed so he leaned in teasing you with a kiss. To his shock you caved and crashed your lips onto his, your legs almost immeadatley wrapping around your waist as he pushed you into the car more. You could feel the buldge in his pants grow bigger as you desp grind against him begging for some friction. Alverez's tounge slides past your lips and dances with yours as you moan quietly into the kiss. His hands work at the button on your jeans and slowly unzips them while your legs grip to his waist, the only thing holding you up was his body and the car.

His hands slowly moved into your panties teasing you to the fullest ammount. You couldn't take it anymore "Marcus?" You spoke breathlessly as his fingers rubbed your clit.

"Hm?" He mumbled against your neck, as if his lips could feel your hears race

"Please" you moaned a bit louder than you wanted as he slid two fingers into your dripping entrance, you knocked your head back onto the roof of the car moaning.

"Please what Reigna?" He spoke with a smirk now watching the moans escape your throat. He set you down, your knees beginning to shake as the waves of pleasure stopped, you watched him kneel down infront of you and the pleasure quickly rushed back, he slowly pulled your pants down to your ankles and put one hand behind your knee pulling you closer to him, you watched all these actions knowing exactly what's to come next but still full of anticipation, lis lips began to suck your clit softly and your knees buckled due to his tongue working its Magic, his hands pushed your waist against the car without separating from your pussy. "Your beautiful Reigna" he muttered, and you blushed looking down at him, your fingers tangled themselves in his dark hair as he continued to pull you closer and closer to an orgasm you moaned out obscenities and then wined when he pulled away once more, he stood up looking at you with dark eyes, you swallowed hard. Doing this in a place like this. Didn't happen often. Alverez typically prefers his home. Anywhere in his home. But he prefers the privacy. It was such a long werk for him and watching you work and playfully flirt with the guy just made it impossible for him to control himself "no more appearances hm?" He muttered into your ear biting it softly.

"B-but" you protested.

"No buts Reigna- your mine, I love you. And I want everyone to see that love" Alvarez spoke kissing your neck "I want them to see you blush when I compliment you. I want them to hear you call me yours" his fingers slowly moved down your body and into your pants

"M-Marcus- I dont"

"Don't take me so seriously mija, I want them to see the softness. Not this. But I couldn't wait any longer for this, I had to get you alone" Marcus speaks as he begins to rub your clit in circular motions you moan laying your head against the car again exposing your throat, Alverez's other hand reaches up and wraps his hand around your throat, all while his other hand begins to fuck you with his fingers. You gasp as his grip tightens just enough your unable to respond as your moans fill up the garage "Te gustan mis manos alrededor de tu garganta mija?" Alvarez speaks slowly with a bit of a growl your eyes look at him blushing, you have absolutely no idea what he just said to you. But it sounded so sexy.

"I-i" you moan.

"I know- I said, do you like the way my hands feel around your throat, Mija" he repeated muttering into your ear. You swallowed hard as Alverez continued to fuck you with his fingers bringing you to a swift orgasm. "I'll take that as a yes" he smirked kissing you softly as he removed his hands from your pants. You flushed, still trying to catch your breath. You looked at him feeling so hot and flustered "are you Okay?" Alvarez asked kissing your cheek softly.

"I'm perfect" you breathed out. "But I'm also a mess! How am I gonna clean this!" You argued swatting his leather covered chest.

"I think these things through Reigna relax" he chuckled pulling a bandanna from his pocket "do you want to clean yourself up or should i?" Alvarez looking at you with dark eyes.

"I'll do it- your only gonna make it worse" you spoke- you really wanted him to, but you knew no good would come from him touching you again. You'd be in that garage for hours.

"You really are beautiful Mi amor" he smiled watching you as you zipped your pants back up.

"Your fucking- ugh your amazing. I don't deserve you" you blushed resting your head against his chest.

"I'm the one who dosnt deserve you Mija, but I'm glad your here" Alvarez smiled "lest go before someone comes looking" he began to laugh as you shook your head, his hands tangled in yours as you both walked out of the garage, he went back to his spot next to Bishop and you walked over to Angel and Coco who looked at you with mischievous grins.

"Someone had fun"

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spookychick78 · 1 year ago

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End Of The Line

Chapter 4: Bad For You

Thomas Hewitt X AFAB!OC

Warnings: HOYT doing his usual pervy, creepy shit

Word Count: 2,050

When she came to, she was in unfamiliar surroundings. She had hoped that maybe what had happened before was just a nightmare, but the more she woke, she came to the sad realization it was not. Her hands were bound and she felt the dry horrible taste of cloth in her mouth. She even felt where he'd tied it pulling at the back of her hair. She was in the backseat of the cop car. She started to gag and realized it must have been the smell that woke her. The car reeked of what seemed like a combination of blood and tobacco. She stifled any coughs that threatened to escape her so he didn't realize she was awake. He was mumbling inaudibly to himself as he drove them towards whatever hell he had planned for her. She silently started to work on slipping her hands out of the binds he had tied on her. She winced as her wrists began to burn while she struggled against the rough fabric, but despite the pain she could feel it loosening. She kept her eyes on the back of his head the whole while to make sure he wasn't paying attention. He was still muttering something about hoping Mama had a 'mess of greens' ready when he got home. Then the car began to slow down. She could hear the tires grind to a halt against gravel before he parked it. She shut her eyes quickly before he glanced through the mirror to look at her. She waited until she heard his door open and she readied herself. She was not going to let him get ahold of her. He swung the back door open and she kicked him in the gut with both feet. He fell to the ground and she slid out of the car. She fell to her knees but quickly propelled herself upwards to run for dear life.

"You dirty bitch," she heard him yell before he reached forward to grab hold of her legs.

She fell again, but rolled over to face him and just kicked. She didn't care if she hit him or not, she just needed to make sure he couldn't hold on. He let out a pained noise and she didn't feel him grabbing anymore so she took her chance and ran. Her hands had finally broken free off the binds and she ripped the cloth out of her mouth. She looked behind to see he had gotten to his feet and was in pursuit after her. Her head whipped back around she pushed herself harder to go faster. She was so focused on going as fast as she could, she didn't see the dip in the gravel underneath her feet. She fell forward and got a face full of rocks. She felt the sting of fresh cuts on her palms as she began to push herself up, then she felt his boot on her back pressing her down.

"Where do you think you're goin’?" He said as he pressed harder, forcing her face into the gravel and making her cry out in pain.

"You don't wanna miss dinner now, do ya?"

He reached down and pulled her up by her hair, "You're the guest of honor, you know?"

She screamed as he forced her off of the ground. She continued to fight the whole walk up to the house that loomed ahead, but he kept a tight grip on her. The place was huge, but it looked old and run down. It had been painted white at some point, but age had reduced its color to a washed out gray. There was no telling how many horrors had taken place within those walls, but she knew she wasn't the first to be brought there. She could feel death in the air, it was heavy. A slaughterhouse.

He kicked the front door open to reveal a man in a wheelchair waiting inside, who upon seeing them began to yell, "Thomas! Luda, where is that boy?"

"He's downstairs again," a woman's voice called out from the kitchen area.

"Get him up here, he oughta skin this bitch alive. She blacked my eye," the sheriff said as he gave her hair a vicious tug.

She heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming from behind a metal door down the hallway. Whoever was behind it slowly began to slide it open. Ronnie couldn't believe her eyes.

"You son of a bitch," Ronnie said through gritted teeth.

It was the man she had met not even two hours before on the road, the one who had helped her. His eyes were wide as if he was just as shocked to see her as she was him. He had truly hoped she would have made it past Hoyt, but he knew it would have been too good to be true.

"Careful with this one, Tommy," the sheriff said as he tossed her down in front of the much larger man, "she's a biter."

Ronnie pushed herself up quickly and looked Thomas straight in the eye. The look she gave him was a far cry from the smile he'd received earlier that day. He had never seen a woman look so angry. Those pretty blue eyes looked devilish.

Hoyt watched their silent exchange through suspicious, narrowed eyes. He could tell this wasn't the first time she'd seen Thomas before.

"Seems you two are already acquainted," he said as he looked at Thomas with a questioning gaze.

Ronnie's eyes didn't move from Thomas. The man felt almost intimidated under her unmoving stare.

"She get away from you, boy? You got a bad habit of losin’ your grip on em'," the sheriff said with a shake of his head.

"I didn't run," Ronnie whispered, more to Thomas than the sheriff, "he let me go."

Thomas tensed, he knew that knowledge would only ignite a fire in Hoyt that he didn't need. Sure enough, Hoyt's eyes widened and that twisted gleam Thomas was more than familiar with made its way into them.

"You say he let you go?" Hoyt said, now Thomas was under his investigative stare too, "that true boy?"

Thomas kept his eyes on her. Hoyt made his way across the room and over to them. He glanced between the two for a moment as his gears started to turn.

"What'd you mean by doin' that, Tommy?" He said in a sinisterly low voice.

"What's all this about?" The woman's voice from before called out as she made her way into the room.

Ronnie realized her voice was familiar and remembered the woman at the gas station. The woman who said she had a boy named Tommy. She looked over and sure enough, it was her. She figured this was 'Luda'. Well, Luda didn't seem too surprised to see Ronnie.

Ronnie shook her head in disbelief, "I can't believe my luck. You too, huh? You're tellin' me I managed to run into not just one, but a whole goddamn family of fuckin’ psychos?"

Luda gasped at the choice in language Ronnie had used.

"You oughta cut her tongue out too, boy," Hoyt muttered as his eyes moved over Ronnie in an uncomfortable way, "I've just about had enough of her dirty mouth."

Ronnie spit on the ground at Hoyt's feet and Thomas winced underneath his mask. She was only going to make things worse.

Hoyt's lips curved into a smile, amused, "If Tommy don't want to, maybe I'll skin you myself. He ain't the only one in this house who's good with his hands."

"Thomas, take the girl downstairs and get this over with," Luda butted in.

Hoyt turned his gaze back to Thomas to see he wasn't moving a muscle. He had his eyes glued to the girl. His mind was torn. He had the chance to end this now and maybe she wouldn't suffer. He could give her a quick death, but the thought of cutting into her seemed to make his stomach churn. Something in him didn't want to. He didn't know what exactly it was, but he could feel Hoyt was picking up on it.

"Do as Mama says, boy," Hoyt muttered as he waited to see what Thomas would do.

Ronnie looked back up to meet his gaze. The tension in the room was thick as the three of them waited for him to make a move. He'd never defied either Hoyt or Mama before and he had a feeling it wasn't going to end well. The longer the silence went on the more intrigued Hoyt became. He pushed Ronnie out of the way to get in front of Thomas. He seemed determined to force him to meet his gaze, but the larger man only bowed his head to look to the ground as though he was ashamed.

"Well I'll be damned, you seein' this, Mama?" Hoyt said as he peered up at Thomas.

The older woman craned her neck to see past Ronnie and furrowed her brow. She was just as confused as their captive was.

"Boy's got a soft spot for this one," Hoyt mused.

Luda perked up in a way that made Ronnie's skin crawl.

"Well you shoulda just said somethin'," Hoyt said, seemingly mocking the boy before he turned to Ronnie and gave her a once over, "she is pretty, ain't she Tommy?"

She could really see his gears turning now. There was something sickening in the way he looked at her. She found herself thinking maybe the basement was the preferred option.

"Mama, it seems your boy thinks he's ready to become a man," Hoyt exclaimed as he gave Thomas' arm a shove, "you do know how it's done right? I can show you if you want."

"No," Ronnie said in the softest voice as tears began to well in her eyes.

She hadn't shown them any sign of weakness thus far, but she was reaching her breaking point. Hoyt whipped around and grabbed her arm tightly.

"You hush up, we both know this ain't gonna be your first rodeo, not with what you go on," he said before he threw her towards Thomas.

Thomas grimaced when she landed against his chest. No part of him wanted to do what Hoyt was suggesting. He finally looked up and glared at him while she tried to push herself off of him.

"What's the matter with you, boy? Take her," Hoyt ordered as he shoved her against him again.

"Hoyt!" Luda yelled as if suddenly this was too much for her.

"Quiet now Mama, this ain't none of your concern," he said sternly.

Thomas looked down to meet Ronnie's horrified gaze, "Please," she whispered up to him as she shook her head no.

Thomas' fist slammed against the doorframe he was standing in. He'd had enough. Silence fell over the room once again, but this time Hoyt seemed stunned. Thomas had never defied Hoyt before, at least not so adamantly, but his point had been made. He would lay neither hand nor saw on her and he certainly would not do what Hoyt had suggested. He could see the enraged disbelief on his face, but he stood his ground. The silence between them was deafening.

"Leave it, Hoyt," Luda said in an effort to ease the tension, "take her upstairs. I'll be up to clean her off when I can. We'll figure out what we're gonna do with her later."

The two men were still for a few moments more. Thomas knew he was waging war with his eyes. Hoyt finally let out a huff, admitting defeat for now. He went to grab her arm again, but this time Thomas beat him to it. His grip came as a brief relief to her, it wasn't nearly as tight or menacing as the other man's had been. It was oddly gentle, though his gaze was a different story. His eyes stayed firm on Hoyt until the man had moved out of their way. She didn't fight him as he led her up the stairs. At least for now, she was out of the fire, but she knew it was only a matter of time until the man they called Hoyt would force her into the frying pan.

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quinntanaeg · 10 months ago

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Wrong Turn

It's alright to be a redneck

It's alright to ride around in a dirty old truck

Catch a bunch of fish and shoot a bunch of duck

It's alright to be a redneck

Chase around the girls on Friday night

You want to make them feel alright

Three brothers drove in a beat up, old truck on winding country roads. The two oldest, and closer in age, sing along to the radio. Both have sandy blonde hair and green eyes. One had shaggy, curly hair. They're not built large but it's obvious they work out. They wore similar plaid shirts with jeans, steal toe boots, and cowboy hats.

The younger brother sat in the middle. He just recently turned eighteen and his older brothers had a surprise for him. Unlike his brothers, he was wearing a cameo hunting jumpsuit. His hair was dark but it too was shaggy, though straight, unlike his brother.

"You're going to love our surprise, little bro." The brother not driving said then ruffled the eighteen year old's hair.

The teen pushed his brother's hand away and fixed his hair. "It's not much of a surprise. I already know we're going hunting. You guys go every weekend during the season."

"Ha!" The driver laughed. "This isn't a normal hunting trip."

"We got something special planned for all of us to celebrate you becoming a man."

The teen had no clue what his brother was talking about. What could they possibly do on this hunting trip that was so special, and why were they shouting like animals?

Whilst most students spent their fall break at the mall or partying, the glee club were going on a camping trip. According to the faculty advisor, Will Schuester, the trip would be good for bonding, something they apparently needed if they are going to win the regionals singing competition.

A Latina teenager struggled to free her luggage from the very full trunk of her vehicle. She grumbled and cursed in Spanish.

"Babe, if you cleaned your car more often you wouldn't be struggling right now." Said a hazel eyed blonde.

"I don't need a lecture, Quinn, I need help."

Quinn took the Latina's place, planted her feet, held the luggage, and pulled as hard as she could. It took three tries to get it free.

"Thanks, baby." The brunette smiled then lovingly kissed Quinn.

"Now I'm baby?"

The Latina nodded and presses their lips together again.

"Quinn, Santana, enough PDA! We're all waiting on you!" The glee club faculty advisor Will Schuester shouted. He stood by the door of the bus as he counted each student as they got on, making sure no one was left behind.

Santana pulled away with a huff. "Why did our parents have to give us permission to go on this stupid trip? It's too cold for this shit. Who goes camping during the fall?"

Quinn shrugged. "Just remember it's only for two days. Then we can have a glee free fall break. Just the two of us."

Santana smiled. "I can't wait."

Again, she closed the gap between them, kissing the blonde.

"Santana, Quinn, let's go!" Will shouted again.

Santana groaned. "Two days." She whispered to herself, although, Quinn could hear the brunette. "Just two days and it'll just be me and my girl, glee free." She continued as the girls gave Will their luggage and finally got on the bus.

The couple sat in the back with Brittany, Mercedes, Tina, and Kurt. Brittany sat with Kurt, and Mercedes and Tina sat together. The boys, and Rachel, sat in the middle of the bus, while Will and the co-faculty advisor, Sue Sylvester, sat at the front.

"How did you score the backseats?" Santana asked no one in particular.

"It didn't take us almost twenty minutes to get our bags out of our cars." Mercedes joked. "Our cars don't look like an episode of Hoarders."

"Your car was on an episode of Hoarders?" Brittany asked Santana. "I love that show."

Santana rolled her eyes. "Okay, okay. Everyone is a comedian. We get it."

At the front of the bus, Will stood and clapped to get the glee club's attention. "It's going to be about a two or three hour drive to the campsite. So, I suggest that everyone get comfortable. When we arrive at the campsite, all of us are pitching in to put the tents together. There are two. One for the girls and one for the boys."

"You never said anything about tents?!" Mercedes shouted.

"I thought we were staying in cabins?!" Shouted Rachel. "We're going to freeze to death!"

"I'm not sleeping on the ground!" Said Santana.

"Relax." Said Will. "The tents are big enough so we won't be cramped together, and no one will be sleeping on the ground." He assured Santana. "Coach Sylvester managed to get everyone their own cot, and no one is going to freeze to death. I've been keeping an eye on the weather, it'll be cloudy with some chilly air. We'll be fine."

The girls seemed to relax, however, Santana still didn't like the idea of sleeping in a tent with Rachel Berry, and wasn't shy about sharing her feelings on the matter. Surprisingly, the usual defensive Rachel did not react.

"What else are we doing on this camping trip, Mr. Schue?" Finn asked.

"We have a lot of bonding activities planned. Hiking, don't worry, Artie, the trails will be accessible to you, there's a lake to do some fishing, we got ingredients for s'mores, I brought my guitar, we can do some singing around the fire. It'll be fun."

Santana rolled her eyes. "I'm so over this and it hasn't even started yet."

Quinn smiled at how dramatic her girlfriend was being. She kissed Santana's cheek. "In just two days you'll have me to yourself."

The brunette took a deep, calming breath. "Right, you're right. I just have to get through this stupid camping trip first."

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thetravellingvagrant · 11 months ago

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Day 13: In Which I Get Sunburned In December

Today was the only full day in Alicante that my schedule would afford me and, it being the last real location of the trip and a bit shit to boot, I decided to make it a nice, easy one. I was to have a bit of a bibble around a nice beach, then get a souvenir or two and a bit of food, then go home to enjoy my prison cell for the night

Pictured: El Porridge

I was excited to not be grinding myself into a thin paste by walking loads and loads and loads, to be honest, and so I set off into the city with a spring in my step. Metaphorically, not literally, I had neither the requisite energy, nor joy to skip.

As I left the hostel, it struck me that it was really fucking hot, today. Mid-20s hot. And bright. It's a good thing I managed to forget my shades but remember my incredibly heavy winter jacket. Absolutely nailed it.

Regardless, I pressed on with my day, blind and sweating and realized as I traversed Alicante by day that it wasn't *that* bad, here. Yes, it had a sort of…stupid vibe to it, as places often do when populated exclusively by English ex-pats named Sharon, but away from the more jubilant touristy areas, in the (frankly blinding) light of day and without even an inkling to visit a burger king, in which it looked like a dirty bomb has been detonated, the city was alright! Not brilliant or anything; there was still irritations like the absolute blight of leather faced old men, dresses like off duty sailors, walking around narrow, crowded streets at .3 miles an hour, clasping both hands in one another behind their backs

Hurry. UPPPPP.

But a far cry from the place I had experienced last night where I genuinely worried I was going to get robbed, headbutted or coerced into going to a nightclub in the ten minutes I was outside my accommodation.

I made my way through the…slightly unremarkable city and eventually managed to locate one of it's many beaches. It was busy. Perhaps not as busy as, say, a shit aquarium, but definitely enough to make me curl my lip and be slightly surprised, given that it was December.

Scowling, however, I angrily removed my shoes and had an absolutely furious walk across the warm sand which I seathingly enjoyed very, very much.

I then found a nice tree which I say under for ages and ages, listening to a good podcast and nonchalantly burying both my feet in the sand

...Two weeks 'til Christmas!

And then having a bit of a paddle

You're welcome.

As I have no doubt you can tell, I was thoroughly revelling in my easy day, enjoying, more than most things I have experienced and likely will ever experience, the opportunity to have a stress free sit down and a splash. I was having an easy day and no one - not you, not god, not my mum, was going to stop me.

Anyway, then I saw this big cunt and had to climb it immediately

...Well, shit.

Excited to just enough of a degree for it to be a reasonable replacement for actual energy, I began my ascent up the big boi hill, the route up which varied wildly and seemingly at will between tarmacked road, cobbled path and incredibly dangerous crumbling cliff edge, having an excellent time trying - and failing - to attract the routes manky, scabby cats to have a good old rub around my legs or sit on my lap.

This was as close as they let me get.

Eventually, after - it must be said - a *lot* of trial and error, I found myself on the main road up to the top of the hill and the castle which lay upon it. It was then a car pulled up along side me. A man leaned out his window, which is usually always a preamble to a genuinely dreadful thing happening.

“Ello mate, can I take my car up there?”

I took my headphones out of my ears.

“Oh, I have no idea.”

“Ohh, you speak English yeh?”

I told him I did

“Are you from the UK, yeh?” He asked, in a thick Mancunian roadman drawl

“Yeah.”

“You from Manchester, too?”

I told him I was from Glasgow

“Yeh? You don't speak Scottish tho, innit.”

I chuckled, out of awkwardness more than amusement

“...so can I take my car up there, yeh?”

I told him again that I had no idea. I did note that there was a car park right next to where he had stopped which seemed to point to him not being able to. He surveyed the hill.

“...fuck man, that's a lot of walking tho, innit.”

It wasn't. We were very near the top of the hill. Five minutes to the castle, tops. I told him the view would probably be worth it

“Hmm…” he pondered. “Nah, I'll leave it” and with that turned his car around and sped back down the hill, his beats blaring into the distance, leaving me absolutely bewildered to my very core at the whole experience.

Anyway *I* made the effort to walk at a comparatively shallow incline for five minutes and was duly rewarded with some absolutely stonking views for my exertion.

...To be fair, it *was* a lot of walking

I wandered around the pleasingly sparse hilltop - most likely due to there needing to be the slightest bit of effort made to actually reach the place - taking pictures and fighting off the intrusive thoughts demanding to know if I'd survive if I jumped off the ramparts

...Probably not.

But before long had exhausted my interest in being up really high like an eagle or a lost kite and descended down the opposing side of the mound.

The descent was almost as good as the ascent, despite the creeping presence of touristy shit edging in more and more, the further down I went, and offered comparably lovely vistas to enjoy

And soon deposited me back in the city, proper where I limped first to a souvenir shop and then to a big supermarket where I bought some kind of microwavable potato and onion omelette which I actually really enjoyed despite it looking like a fried sick patty and having the texture of a flu sneeze.

Finally, I managed to get back to my apartment - my easy day having turned into a close-to six hour excursion which turned my pedometer red, again - where I ate my sicky dinner and enjoyed the customary nap and nibble before turning in, on preparation for the last day of the trip on which I wasn't just going to be eating nice pizza and tolerating okay friendship in a smelly room with all it's blinds pulled down.

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savage-rhi · 1 year ago

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Noctis couldn't wait to tear off his boots at the end of the day. Once the boys had set up camp, and the fire had roared to life, he did just that.

Words couldn't express the relief his feet felt not being confined to damp socks anymore. He sighed contently, closing his eyes while the cool crisp air in Duscae contrasted with the smoky aroma that was whiffing away in the distance. That's when Noctis opened his eyes and his gaze traveled to the source.

A thoughtful look crossed Noctis's features while he observed Ignis cooking. Noctis always thought Ignis to be rather meticulous. A little too organized for his liking. Spontaneity was the furthest word Noctis would assign to his longtime friend. Nonetheless, there was a spirit within Ignis that came out when he prepared a warm meal. Noctis could see it. That glimmer of light in Ignis's eyes that dare say rivaled that of the campfire not more than a few feet from him.

Noctis felt a twinge of envy and adoration. He loved fishing, and considered it the best hobby anyone could get into, but to have the passion Ignis had for cooking, was something Noctis doubted he'd ever find. Not even in the sport he had loved since youth. There was also another emotion Noctis felt. The power of it was so strong, that it scared him. The last time he had felt anything like this, was before the tragic accident. Before she died, protecting him.

There was a solid peace that radiated off of Ignis as he smiled. Occasionally he'd look up to see what sort of mischief Gladio and Prompto were up to at the campsite, and like clockwork, he'd roll his eyes and stifle a laugh before continuing with his craft. Noctis's bottom lip trembled as his last memories of her played out.

Ignis was the closest person Noctis had to having a mother again. Someone who was nurturing and always there. Even when his father had to deal with the world and its woes, there was always someone waiting for him at home. It was always Iggy, through the good times and bad. It dawned on Noctis just how much of Ignis's presence he had taken for granted.

Noctis made a fist, and then got up. He didn't mind how his feet were bitten by the small rocks against his soles, nor did he pay any heed to the commotion Prompto stirred up with Gladio. His arms extended outward the closer he got to Ignis, until he had wrapped both his arms around him from behind.

Ignis let out a startled gasp. His eyes widening before he registered the familiar touch.

"Um, Noct?"

The embrace tightened, and Noctis pressed his head to Ignis's back. He was afraid to let go. He was afraid he'd see her bloody face near the car wreck.

"Are you alright?" Ignis murmured, trying to keep his voice low so that he didn't draw too much attention to the situation.

"You don't understand how much I--"

"It's okay," Ignis remained calm and still. "What's going through your head?"

"I miss her, Iggy," Noctis swallowed back a sob, then unleashed the words he had trouble conveying. "I wish she was here, but you have no idea how much I---I love you for staying. For not dying and leaving me behind."

Ignis's face grew warm. His body tensed under Noctis's touch while he pondered on the words that had been gifted to him.

Despite being friends for years, and the future adviser to the king, Ignis never truly knew where he stood with Noctis. Their friendship wasn't made over normal bonds, but out of duty and sacrifice. To hear that he, Ignis himself had been placed on a mantle that was on par with the kings love and Noctis's love for his late mother, had Ignis bite down on his bottom lip. He could feel himself getting emotional, just knowing how much he meant to Noctis.

"Thank you, Noct." Ignis softly said. A small tear trickled down his face before he wiped it away, turned around and embraced his friend with an even tighter hug.

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monomorphilogical · 3 months ago

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Small town summer

laying in the dried grass with my bare legs scarred old and new

and everybody's worried but I know I'll pull through

summer days flying by spent wasting time in the burning sun

keeping my records spinning — I'm having fun

I could stay outside forever so long the weather's sweet

watching my neighbor mowing in the lawn as I kick up my feet

laying at rest and undressed in the heat of july

the birds fly by and I wonder what it's like to be up that high

with my head in the clouds until my wings to melt away

but I know God already hates me for the way I pray

'cause a while ago I met up with a boy again after five years apart

went back and forth reminiscing and I let it break my heart

figured out I still loved him when he wanted to be all up in my body

so I said my goodbyes and God knows I cried but I'm still happy

aimlessly driving up and down the streets of my small town

and sitting in the parking lot for hours with the windows rolled down

it's simple and it's sweet and it's just about everything I need

there's nothing to do but cigarettes to smoke and books to read

and I'm still taking pictures besides those farm field byways

meeting riders with their sunglasses like warming up to strays

the sound of their engine revs up passed the side of me

we're all born to ride or die and I almost taste their kind of free

with their leather jackets and fraying holes in my jeans

I'm chasing a getaway high and I never know what it means

'cause I learned to toe the line in the boots I've kicked dust with

took a leap of faith and crossed it on august the fifth

there's a red low rider between greenhouses and backroads

promised I'd only come by to take a look but who knows

I still drove up to his car waiting there for me around the bend

kept my hands on his wheel and my eyes on the road's end

'cause he's got a real winner smile and too much to lose

and he never listens when I tell him he's gunning for a bruise

I always pick the ones who look some kind of mean

waiting for a smile when they think no one's looking in between

but everyone knows small town talk filters through the walls real fast

God knows I should keep my head down — it'll never last

'cause the time moves fast with the needle pegging fifty-five

down a beaten down concrete road that will one day take my life

and there are these cars rolling up beside me at a red light

I never know who they are but they tell me I'm a familiar sight

they've seen me walking by wearing all black in the summer heat

pulling on all my small talk until I give it to them sweet

and I fall short on their stranger check-in — hey how you've been

but I want to know how all of them rumble from within

'cause I still can't help digging my fingers in every open space

I don't ask anyone for their name but I never forget a face

my mother used to say that I never play it safe until I have to be

but it's always worked out in the end so it never got to me

now sunday mornings find me swerving across that single lane

cold hard metallic but my blood runs warm through the vein

my car's speakers crackle at the end of every radio station song

thought I'd end up growing tired of it but I was wrong

I could stay out there forever getting high on fractured concrete

it's a small town summer and I'm finally in the driving seat

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jaspersummerbummer · 1 year ago

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Free Write 8/17/23

I remember sitting by the shimmering waters, watching them dip up and downwards as the wave pushed them around. It’s the type of body of water that you can’t tell connects out into the vastness of the ocean. It appears so small standing beside the docks, behind me a viewing tower. Concrete steps, graffiti painted walls. I remember the way you looked at me, a hollowness behind your eyes that could only recount apathetic annoyance. This was my mistake, because no matter how cliche or cruel your emotions may have become. I fell for your trap.

Double meanings aside; it was all honey coated foot catcher, bit rough onto my ankles. Twisting and turning only caused the blood to gush from my ankles, splattering my feet in a bruise red hue. The kind that formed on my side, from a fist laced heavily in a night of hearty drinking. Like vikings we fought until the sun came up, fists clattering into my body and me crumbling underneath your authority. Like a patriarch stood tall in front of the bean bag in the corner of my room, you took off your shirt trying to make yourself seem small with hunched shoulders that only extended your worst qualities. In truth you were not that king, no crown atop your head because you lacked such a legacy. This made you insecure.

You sometimes told me stories of your father, all of which seem impossible to exist concurrently. He was a sailor, taking the occasional stop in from port to drink and sleep with women. You were a creation of a single night of passion and your life seemingly a stuant rejection of this seemed trapped in small town depression. Held in the arms of older men with precious kisses to your forehead. Another tale spun from your web coated fingers was that of the assassin, the least likely of your myths. Your father was a killer for hire, moving throughout the country and picking up money where he could. He fell for your mother after a brief yet passionate evening, sending her occasional letters but wishing to stay away from his son. Out of a perplexing fear that he would follow in his fathers blood soaked boot prints.

My memory of these events is too hazy to recall sometimes, our rum stained minds treated us to wobbling as if on a deck of a sinking ship. I would watch you walk the plank as we went down, I imagine you would swan dive into the water, smiling the entirety way down. However you would not dive, instead you would likely sit cross legged on the floor complaining about how wet the room had become. How am I supposed to get this water off my shoes? I can’t keep handling these breakdowns. There is no way we are really sinking, this ship was built of too sturdy wood.

Airport bar, missed flight, California sun. Lover boys entangled under swaying plastic trees. I hope you found love.

Car radio, gas station stop, you’d look prettier if you smiled. Hair dull and lifeless, bags under the eyes. I knew I couldn't live like this.

I doubt you understand, not the you of my poetic (in a bad way) recollections. Instead the you who reads with an air of confusion. Believe me that each sentence has meaning to those who were there, or those merely with the gift of my sobbing rants. Screeching and snot bubbles formed for one who had more fun hurting than they ever could helping. If the sun sets the same on the west coast why can I not visualize it?

The moon is my guide as I walk by the shore. Sand caught in my shoes, ducking under my socks as the itch and ick rises from my feet to my heart. It's simple to imagine you alone, with your CDs littered across the floor and your headphones glued to your ears. Laying on your bed, sheets coming off the corners and a slithering feeling of pained longing, but no tears. There are no tears for men made of stone, who strike when the iron is vulnerable. Worst of all when I dared to write about you it felt like wilted marigolds, because even then I knew what you had against you. Wandering eyes and loose lips, are all of those which sink ships.

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foap-enjoyer · 1 year ago

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FUCK

Okay I had to write a little teeny bit of this because again it is stuck permanently into my head.

Should have mentioned that even tho I made the toddler genderless and unnamed in the OG post, my personal idea is that they're a boy and that they were unnamed previously, so Price and Soap called him Simon, after, well, Simon.

These 'scenes' specifically have been running through my mind.

"You live here?"

Soap chuckled, unbuckling the young child from his car-seat, setting his little booted feet onto the snowy ground below, the frost crunching under his tiny toes. "Yep."

Big brown eyes stared up at him as he pulled away to close the door, holding wonder that only a toddler could bring, "Mr John's house is bigger."

He couldn't help but laugh, taking the child's gloved hand in his own before beginning to walk them along to the front door. "Is it, now?"

Simon nodded vigorously, "But he lives with his friend, so it has to be big!"

"He lives with Nik." Soap nodded in sync, "So it has to be big. You're right."

"Do you live with a friend?"

He smiled sadly, "Not anymore."

"Oh." Simon blinked, biting his lip as he took in this information. The toddler stood in silence as Soap unlocked the door, letting them both in. When the door closed with a squeak, he heard a soft; "Did he go away?"

"Yeah, kidda," He ruffled his brown, curly hair, "he went away." Lifting the child up to sit on the nearby stairs, he quickly undid the buckles on his boots, placing clean socked feet back down onto fresh tile. "But I've got you now, don't I?"

Simon giggled, "I'll be your friend. Then maybe you can get a bigger house!"

"Maybe I can." Tugging the young boys jacket off, he hung it on his near-empty coat-rack. "Speaking of friends, I do have one friend who lives here."

"Really?" Simon went pittering off as soon as he was free from Soap's hands, peering into each room curiously. "Where?"

"She's outside. She only comes around sometimes." He smiled, hearing tiny footsteps behind him as he walked to the backdoor. As expected, his friend was there. A little white and black stray cat.

Simon gasped excitedly, practically vibrating with happiness, "Can we let her in? Please?"

"We can." As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted with happy meows and rumbling purrs. He leant down to stroke her flank, "Hey, sweet girl."

Small fingers reached out hesitantly next to his own. Uncertain.

He smiled, tilting his head over slightly to see the boy, "You can stroke her, Simon, it's alright."

"She's soft." Simon said softly as gentle, careful fingers ran over her neck. The cat leaned into it happily, purring and rumbling, "Does she have a name?"

Soap shook his head, "Would you like to name her?"

Simon hummed, peering down at her, thinking. The cat brushed up against his leg in the meantime, tail in the air and blue eyes bright as she too studied him. "Cat."

"Cat?"

He nodded, "Just Cat."

Soap laughed, "Alright then, Cat it is. Now who's ready for some food?"

Magical scene change

"This is my room?"

Soap smiled, flicking on the light. It wasn't much, and to him it was obvious it was quickly put together- he hadn't had much time after accepting to babysit Simon to get it all set up. There were some toys tucked in a corner, and he'd painted one wall a relaxing shade of blue, oh and of course it had a bed, but besides that, it was pretty empty. "If you want." He ruffled the kid's hair affectionately, "When you come round ol' Soap's this is all yours. We can decorate it too, however you want, just like at John's home, yeah?"

"Okay!" Simon ran in, jumping straight onto the low-bed. He looked back at Soap. "Can Cat stay in my room?"

He chuckled. The cat had already made herself quite comfortable at the end of the bed anyway. "Yeah, Cat can stay in your room."

Simon quickly got under the blankets, dragging the feline in with him, not that she complained. "I like it here."

"I'm glad, kidda."

"Will Mr John be mad if I like it here more?"

Soap laughed, imagining the horror on Price's face knowing he was outdone by Soap of all people, "No, no he won't."

"Good." Simon's eyes closed slightly, and he yawned, snuggling closer to his cat friend, "I like it here more."

THIS IS IT THIS IS IT NO MORE

I just had to get this out of my system because holy SHIT it hurt

Also I was gonna name the cat Riley after a stray cat I too semi-adopted (until someone else stole her from me and slapped a collar on her UGH) but the name was just too close to COD.

She was called Riley haha

Fic idea COD

This isn't something I can see myself writing but it's an idea that's been stuck in my head for a few days. If you wanna use it, feel free!

OG Team Force 141, 2009.

Soap and Price are the only ones still alive. They're still working, still doing their thing in the military, but they're tired, and sad (Of course they're sad, their friends are dead).

Which all comes crashing down when they find out Ghost- yeah, their Ghost, who died an unspecified amount of time prior, has a kid. A kid that even Ghost didn't know about. Be it from one-night-stand or past lover, nobody knows the answer.

Not even said kid, whose been dumped at the gates of their barracks. Dirty, barely clothed, and waddling around cluelessly with a thumb in their mouth without a care in the world.

Cue Soap and Price learning to heal while becoming unexpected dads (In a non-ship way, platonic/family bond) (In my tiny brain Soap loved Ghost, even if he never said anything, and having this moment in his life to honour his friend is something he won't take for granted).

This is hurting my brain. Someone help me.

Like I said, if you wanna use this as inspiration, please do, don't have to credit me, I sure as hell am not writing this train-wreck of a depressingly cute fic. My heart already hurts just thinking about it, I'd be sobbing five words in.

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4ng3l-0n-34rth · 2 years ago

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Intimidated: Part 1// a Steve Harrington x Dustin's sibling! reader

not my gif!! but i luv steve and his lil bat

a/n: hello! and hi again if you're here from the prologue! if you haven't read it yet i highly recommend that you do because this chapter picks up immediately after!! it'll be linked below! there's also a lot of music talk and pretty much just my hc's on what steve would listen too and Y/N is a metal head sry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

warnings: mild swearing

summary: this is a continuation of my last part so not much to be summarized, pretty much just banter between you and Steve, and a little commentary from the kids!

enjoy!!

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previous part / next part

now playing: THESE BOOTS ARE MADE FOR WALKING BY NANCY SINATRA

"Hey do you wanna uh.. do you wanna tag along?"

The idea hadn't even crossed your mind since you knew the boys, Dustin especially, loved their 'Steve time' but once he actually asked you to come with, you couldn't help but to say, "Sure why not!" Cheerily you move your weight from leaning on the doorframe to your feet and make your way to his car, where the boys were still arguing over who gets in the front seat. "Hate to break it to ya kids, but Steve ever so kindly asked me to come with and I sure as hell am not squeezing in the back with one of you." you stifled a laugh as both of them frowned and climbed in the backseat, not wanting to protest since it was your money they were going to try and spend on just about anything other than what it was supposed to be for.

As you looked back to the house, Steve was still standing on the porch, surprised you'd even accept. He thought to asked just to be nice, but didn't really see you as the type to want to get out of the house more than you needed too. You let out a loud whistle to get his attention. "C'mon Harrington the car wont drive itself," instantly pulling him out of his thoughts he heads towards the car, opening the door and sitting down, initiating you to do the same.

Once he puts the keys in the ignition and starts to pull out of your driveway you decided to take a look around the car. The space is new to you so you decide to observe it, take everything in. " You got any cd's?" you ask. There's never a silent moment when you're driving, always having something playing when you make your way around town. "Oh yeah you can look through the glove box and pick one out," he stated, gesturing to its location with his hand, but keeping his eyes on the road.

As you shuffled through them, nothing really caught your eye, instead a laugh caught in your throat. "What?" he ask's a little confused at why you're holding back laughter while looking at the cd's. "Sorry, it's just pretty much all you have is the beach boys and wham!" He rolled his eyes and closed the glove box. "Well if you don't like my music you don't have to listen to it." He let out a bit of a nervous laugh. He knew the music you were into, and he could only assume just by your appearance that you didn't rock out to 'wake me up before you go-go.'

"Well don't get butt hurt, I'm just teasing," you reopen the glove box to look again, then pull a random one out, giggling before you could even make your point. "Just because I'd never own a.." you had to pause to let out a few laughs once reading the cover of what was in your hand. "a Nancy Sinatra cd, doesn't mean it's bad music." Steve jokingly pretended to be hurt and took the cd from your hand. "If I'm giving you a free ride, you aren't allowed to laugh at Nancy Sinatra!" You held your hands up in surrender as your laughing fit finally calmed down. "Fine fine you're right that was rude of me. Please allow me to play it." you gestured and took it from his hand, opening the case then placing the cd in the cars stereo and hit play, listening as 'These Boots Are Made For Walking' comes on.

Lucas and Dustin both just watched the two of you interact, dumbfounded by the fact you two were getting along? Of course they both knew you and Steve weren't complete strangers, i mean hell you fought off a giant flesh monster together with fireworks! But that was just about all the communication you've ever had other than crossing paths for the occasional pick up and drop offs of Dustin. Lucas slowly leaned toward Dustin to whisper in his ear. "Dude, your sister looks like she's kinda... enjoying herself?"

Steve wasn't wrong about the fact you don't get out much, other than driving kids around, school, and occasional errands you really didn't do much, or hang out with many people. I mean you were just the loner. The scarily intimidating loner. You didn't get invited to parties, or participate in sports. You just kept to yourself, and you didn't mind it all that much. That is until you did... Being the loner can get lonely right?

"There's no way... Surely they're just amusing him right? I mean I know Y/N doesn't really have friends, but they know how to start a conversation. Probably just bored or something." Dustin whispered back to Lucas, reassuring him that there's no way in hell you of all people are happy to make small talk with Steve. According to Dustin you and Steve live in completely different worlds, and watching those worlds mix when their lives weren't on the line was beyond strange.

Soon enough you arrived at the ice cream parlor, but of course the boys had ulterior motives, since the second Steve parked they both sprinted out of the car to the comic book store a few buildings down. "Jesus these kids are too much," you sigh and unbuckle your seat belt. "I guess this is the part where we chase after them?" Steve replied unbuckling his seatbelt as well. "Eh, might as well let them look around for a bit, but if they spend all the money i gave them you're paying for ice cream," you grinned. "Somehow i sensed I'd be paying anyways."

The both of you got out of the car and decided to just wait outside until the kids were done. "So Steve, you follow them around so you can fight off the monsters they snuff out, or do you actually like them?" you asked, and he looked down to you, deciding if he should answer honestly or joke about it. What would she want to hear? He thought. Going with the latter he responded, "I mean wouldn't you constantly tail them if it meant you got to be a badass monster slayer?" You raised a brow and retorted, "I wouldn't go that far, you 'slay monsters' like a little league player." He pretended to be hurt and held a hand to his chest with a gasping. "I'll let you know I was the best little league player in all of Hawkins back in the day." The both of you let out a few laughs and the banter carried on until you decided to check the time and realized it was about to get dark.

"Shit," you muttered, and glanced to Steve who seemed concerned. "My mom's gonna be home in 30, and she has no idea we're out. If she gets home and see's my car but an empty house she's gonna lose her shit!" You yelled, and headed straight inside to find the boys shuffling through racks of comic books. "What the fuck is taking you so long?" you ask, visibly irritated. "Calm down Y/N we're just looking around!" Dustin replied. "You were 'just looking around' for almost twenty minutes! If we aren't home before mom you can kiss your little game night goodbye." Dustin immediately looked out the door window and notice the sun beginning to go down, signaling to him it was at least 6:30, and messily put everything he was looking at back on the rack and ran out, Lucas following suit. "Sorry!" The boys shouted in unison to the man behind the counter before they were out the door. You just gave an apologetic smile and shrug before you were out of the building as well.

"Damn, you can get them moving quickly. It takes me at least five 'can we please go' 's before any of them listen to me." Steve stated, almost impressed at how easily they'll listen to you. "If you want them to listen you need to threaten to take away privileges or else the little shits think they can do whatever they want." You respond, walking toward the ice cream store instead of the car like everyone else, and they all looked to you confused.

"What? we came here for ice cream didn't we? It'll take 10 minutes to get home and we have about 25 until my ass is grass, so we may as well not go home empty handed." You state as you walk inside. The boys cheered and headed toward the door, Steve holding it open so they can run in, and then walked in behind them. "Ok, figure out what you want quick we don't have a lot of-" before you could finish your sentence, Steve was already telling the worker everyone's order, and surprisingly got everyone's correct.

"You never told me you were a mind reader Harrington." You laughed, then pulled out the money you had swiped back from the kids after leaving the comic store to pay for everyone. "Well first off, sadly I am no mind reader, but serving all of you at scoops three times a week makes it easy to remember what you always get, and don't worry I can pay," he pushes your hand aside and pulls out his wallet, as the server sets the group's order on the counter. "Oh please, there's no way you'd want to pay for Dustin's fifty thousand toppings, just let me do it." And before he could say anything you had already handed the cash to the server.

Steve didn't respond. In all honesty he was unsure how too. He works a stable job and is used to practically buying everything for the kids whenever he takes them out, but maybe he could get used to your company, and you insisting to pay. "Come get your shit kiddos!" you call to them and they happily came over to pick up whichever scoops of ice cream they could identify as their own. You grabbed your order afterward and Steve took his, then the four of you headed back out side.

"Oh, I didn't even think to ask if they're allowed to eat in your car." you stated, stopping in your tracks. "Well it wouldn't be the first time." is all Steve replied with before unlocking the car and getting in. As you were walking to sit in the front Dustin swiftly beat you to it, slamming the door shut and locking it from the inside, then he stuck his tongue out at you. "Dustin I already said that I'm not sitting in the back seat what the hell is your problem?" you asked, trying not to raise your voice so much since you're in public. "You snooze you lose!" He shouted so you could hear him through the shut door. Normally you would figure out how to get him out of there, but knowing you're on a time crunch you decided to let him have it just once and sit in the back with Lucas. "Fine, whatever..." you sigh and get in the car.

While on your way home, the cd you had put in earlier was still playing and all of you ate your ice cream. You decided to make some small talk with Lucas about what was new in the comic store, since Dustin was happily chatting with Steve in the front. It was sweet how much Dustin adored Steve. You never had anything against Steve, sure you could only assume at one point you would've been the butt of all of his jokes, but just as the populars liked to make fun of the losers, you from time to time would find yourself laughing at him.

Something had changed though, and you could tell. Slowly King Steve just faded into Steve and you were content with the fact he could be the providing Dustin with a role model. It was no secret the both of you had an absent father, but there was something about Steve that filled those shoes in Dustin's eyes, and for that you were forever grateful.

Whilst chatting with Lucas in the back seat, Lucas couldn't help but notice Steve's repetitive glances at you through the rearview mirror, and he was surely going to tell Dustin once they got home. That was until Dustin spoke, "Hello? Earth to Steve!" drawing out his words, bringing everyone's attention to the driver, as a faint redness rose to his cheeks. "Would you chill out Dustin? I'm trying to drive here." he responded almost coldly, upset that Dustin brought the fact he was completely zoned out to everyone's attention. "Well obviously you aren't trying hard enough, you just passed my street" Dustin retorted. "Shit." was all he could mutter in response, as he took a U-tun and pulled into your driveway.

Everyone thanked Steve and began to get out of the car except for Dustin, who grabbed Steve's arm to keep him from leaving just yet. "What the hell is your problem?" the boy asked, genuinely confused as to why Steve seemed so dazed. "What are you talking about?" Steve replied. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. Not only did you invite Y/N to come with us, but you were all over her the whole time!!" Steve sighed and shifted in his seat to face him. "Look, I'm sorry I thought it was a good idea to get to know my best friends sibling, I wont push further." Dustin was immediately content with the fact Steve referred to him as his best friend, and felt bad for nagging. "No you're right I'm sorry, I suppose I should get used to the both of you being friends, Y/N is actually your age after all.."

Sure just getting to know you because you were Dustin's older sibling wasn't the only motive he had, but he knew what to say to keep the kid from pushing. He had really enjoyed the short conversations you had with him, and it kept him longing for more, wishing and begging for more. Something inside you drove him crazy and he wouldn't rest until he could figure out what it was. Maybe there was just something going on with the Henderson's that made him feel like himself because lord knows he wouldn't be where he is today without Dustin, and maybe one day he could say the same about you...

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