#nothing happened i just feel bad because i had a shitty day
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Tell me your silliest takes on Nikolai and Price? <3 Or any headcanons you have of either of them, really.
Silly NikPrice, I can do :3c
I think Nik is a hugger even in his sleep and sometimes Price wakes up in the middle of the night because he has to piss and can't escape those massive bear arms (and Nik would try to pull him closer even as he's sleeping) and it's a silent battle that ensues, often ending in Price giving up.
When Price is being particularly grumpy or strict for some reason, Gaz likes to act mysterious and say "I know a way to calm him down" to Soap and Ghost. He never lies, however, as all it takes is for him to send a text to Nik, and for Nik to send a picture of himself in various states of undress to Price. The face John makes when he glances at his phone, only for his ears to turn all red as he fumbles an excuse that he has to go check something in his office, is something the 141 never gets tired of.
Most of the time, Nik makes the big gestures. That man is a romantic and now that he finally has John, he's gonna make him feel like he's the most beautiful man in the world. However, sometimes Price surprises him too. The smile on Nikolai's face when John gets him with something he didn't expect is worth everything to John. The love making that follows is out of this world, too.
Nik loooooooves to find ways to sneakily touch Price when he really shouldn't be doing that. Maybe they're sitting around a table negotiating important intel with shady people from Nik's side when Price suddenly feels Nik's boots against his crotch and sees him smirks at him from across the table. Asshole. Or maybe the two are undercover in a van, eying an area at night for someone they need to crab, Price's eyes glued to his binoculars when Nik's hand suddenly sneaks past his belt and boxers and starts teasing him. Even worse, the person they were waiting to retrieve finally shows up and Price has to grab a guy while almost fully hard and unsatisfied. Thanks, Nik.
Sometimes they like to slow dance together. Just the two of them, in Price's house or his quarters, whatever. They put some quiet music and just start doing it naturally. It's gentle, it's quiet, it's just them and they can finally have a moment to breath and enjoy each other's embrace. John never feels more at peace than when in Nik's arms, and Nik is happy to oblige, big hands stroking through Price's hair and staring into his blue eyes. Sometimes one of them ends up saying a very, very bad joke, and they start laughing, almost uncontrollably, more out of exhaustion than anything, and they end up falling on a nearby couch or bed and they laugh and laugh together like nothing else in this world matters but them.
Nik watching Price struggle to order food in Russian while they're in a russian speaking country. He could help him, but it's just so damn adorable to watch him fumble through his words and see John's panicked glance turn back to him when he failed to order coffee for the third time in a row. John's revenge is to speak in slang he damn well knows Nik won't understand for the rest of the day.
Every time John is cold in bed, snuggling close to Nik, it reminds him of that time when they were way, way younger and got sent off somewhere in Eastern Europe in the middle of winter, and the two had to bunker down in a shitty hotel, in a shitty bedroom that (gasp) had only one shitty bed and whose heater was broken. It had been a little bit awkward at the time, and Nik had offered to sleep on the floor, which John had refused, offering it in return, only for Nik to also shut him down. Eventually, the two had climbed into bed, backs turned to one another, until John began to shiver uncontrollably, the thin blanket not helping with the freezing temperatures. Quietly, Nik had turned around and gently wrapped his arms around John. None of them said anything, no words were exchanged, and Price quickly stopped shivering. There were no mention of this happening the day after, or the day after, not until years later when the two began their relationship and Nik admitted it had been extremely difficult to stop himself from kissing the back of Price's neck that night, or let his hands wander. Price admitted the same, and the two had laughed it off. There had been plenty of opportunities to do just that since then.
#Nikprice#john price#cod nikolai#cod#WOOO thank you for the ask this was really fun to think about#the best kind of distraction#hope you like my silly little NikPrice scenarios#not all of them are as silly but hey#it was fun nonetheless#had to do a AND THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED at some point#I like the classics#:3c#ask so good I missed some important phonecalls and got yelled at VSVNHSUOVH#worth it
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my evening is remarkably shitty
#nothing happened i just feel bad because i had a shitty day#aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa#it was just minor inconveniences and also seeing my ex when i was on my way to the psychologist appointment#like aaaaaaaa#also the psychologist said a thing that i dont like hearing despite knowing goddamn well its true#like yes thank you for noticing that i am similiar to my father as in i hold many grudges and prioritizing my needs#i wouldnt call it necessarily useful because it ruined like four of my friendships and a relationship but go off ig.#'you hate those traits because they resemble your father' YEAH AND MY FATHER IS A DIPSHIT UNABLE TO HAVE NORMAL RELATIONSHIP WITH ANYONE#tomorrow i may or may not meet with alex#may or may not because chances are he will lose any will to go out in the morning message me that hes feeling sick#and that would be about it#i had a breakdown for no reason and now my head hurts in this weird way#would drink a monster bc i have like three in my bag#buuuut its 10pm.#and from experience#its a bad idea to drink anything containing caffeine past 7pm#had a day full of minor incoveniences#like i tripped on my way to the train station#my train was late by over 20 minutes#i was panicking because i didnt understand a thing on the announcement board about changes in the schedule#and i was in a hurry#then my brain was working on autopilot and i accidentally went the wrong way for like fifteen minutes before i realized???#then as i said i saw my ex#we made eye contact for like two seconds#that was our entire interaction#enough to fucking ruin my day#like im not saying i miss her#but OH BOY I MISS HER#buuuuuut i was a bit of an asshole when we broke up so nothing to salvage here#vent/rant
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I love writing my random shit on here, as a venue where I'm even the slightest bit anonymous but it still feels a little companiable, but I will say that I was feeling ok about myself today and then I scrolled tumblr for about half and hour and felt totally shit. No particular one thing caused it that I can think of, it was just the social media sickness I guess. So not sure what to do with that but I think I should learn from it.
#feeling ok for part of the day was nice though#every time this happens i get a conscious thought of 'wait i don't HAVE to feel like shit and be mean to myself all the time?'#and then i think wait does that mean i think that me being shitty to myself inside my head is helping something somehow??#like achieving something? It sounds ridiculous when you aren't feeling bad but when you are you can't access it.#i compare my life to other people's too much and social media is full of other people's lives but nothing deep just the shallows#i long for deeper connections with people but social media makes me feel like i'm stuck on the outside#to the point where i almost forget who i am as a person (if i ever knew)#my sense of self even now at 34 is so fragile and i often feel like i'm still finding my feet as a person#and now since i came out as trans it feels like i'm starting again in a way#but not in a way where you get to go back and do any of your life again because no one can#so.....i feel like i hatched out of a cocoon yesterday and everyone else had this stage already because we are 30 something
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SURE TIME IS A CONCEPT, BUT THE CLOCK IS TICKING â
what more do some of you want?âŠ
A lot of you need to fix up. stop doomscrolling and complaining and actually apply knowledge.
Do you wanna know how to be like those people who enter the void/ induce pure consciousness with ease after struggling, some of them not even struggling at all? All those success stories that you idolise, screenshot, like, reblog and envy all have one thing in common:
They wanted it. Bad. You need to want it
Those people saw all this shit that they didnât deserve happen to them, they saw how other people were born with the lives they want, and they decided enough was enough. They werenât taking shit from the world anymore, they were tired of living lives that they dread, tired of looking at peopleâs lives with envy, tired of the way life was going for them and how the world treated them unprovoked. They were tired of dreading waking up another day in their shitty realities. Tired of hating themselves in the morning because of another unproductive night. They were TIRED and you need to be too, that fuelled their want for their new lives and got them where they are now.
Iâm not saying you canât be in my asks or you canât be in my dms. But at what point is it enough? at what point does it become pathetic? You go in these bloggers asks and dms and question them on shit that 1: has been said multiple times or 2: is common sense. But fine, keep playing dumb, keep indulging in the assumption that it âjust doesnât work for youâ keep pretending that your just this innocent little baby who âdoesnât understand why itâs not workingđ„șâ đanywayâŠ. You can sit here in this community for as many years as you like while people get what they want.
And although time is a malleable concept that can be manipulated, the clock is ticking, itâs almost 2025 and some of you are right where you started. I need to ask you to sit with your self, look at 2025,2026,2027 heck even 2028, do you see yourself still here? be honest, do you genuinely see yourself with your dream life? if not you need to change your mindset, and stop asking how, you know how!!
Locking in and changing your mindset isnât this big character development that lasts weeks, it can take seconds. So you couldâve had everything yesterday, 15 minutes ago, an hour ago, even a fucking minute ago, but youâre still here choosing to scroll and act stupid, inhaling new information each day like you were born yesterday. YOU KNOW WHAT YOU NEED TO DO!!! Are you not tired of the same routine, you get motivated from some posts, you get this high, this amazing feeling like youâre so ready to do it, then you procrastinate and if you do manage to try you âfailâ and run back to tumblr for the 100th time. Are you not tired of the same shit?
Again, do yall wanna make it to 2025,2026,2027, even 2028 without all the shit you want? At what point does it become enough information and enough questions asked? I know it feels validating and comforting to complain about your circumstances knowing others can relate, but at what point do you stop aligning with the loser who âcanât do itâ? Stop acting like you actually give a shit when you say youâre going to apply and then you come back whining. Start acting like you actually want it.
Youâre the only one who can change your life, if you want to still complain sure go ahead. Keep the tumblr âfor you pageâ some company while everyone else is actually applying and getting their dream lives. A lot of you donât want to hear it but with the way youâre wavering youâre probably going to be here for a few more years.
That doesnât mean you cant change that, iâm not the one who writes your story, itâs you, again, itâs not hard work to change. Like the art of inducing pure consciousness, nothing is hard, nothing needs effort, so you can change your mindset within the snap of a finger and be good to go. But wavering brings you right back to square one.
the clock is ticking and you are STILL hereâŠ. LOCK TF IN!!!
SOME OF YOU HAVENâT MADE ANY SIGNIFICANT PROGRESS, THAT CHANGES NOW!! âłđ
#salemlunaa#reality shifting#shiftblr#permashifting#shifting#law of assumption#void state#loa#success story#the void#void concept#respawning#pure consciousness#shifting consciousness#shifters#shifting blog#shifting community#void#void state tips#voidstate#the void state#i am state#desired reality
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The sweetest remedy
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!pregnant!reader
summary: Joel has a bad day at work, but you know how to make him forget all about it
warnings: Joel is very much in love with his pregnant wife, a bunch of fluff, smut| oral sex (f receiving), Joel takes care of himself but you still swallow, fluffy smut, Joel being the pussy eating king that he is
"what's wrong?"
He'd taken one step into the house and you could already tell something was off
His forehead was creased with lines of annoyance and exhaustion, and by the way he was discarding his boots and jacket you knew he was pissed.
You were on the couch, your body turned towards the entrance, towards him, the tv muted behind you
"nothin'" he grumbled, setting his keys on the counter
"baby" you cooed, pouting softly "c'mere"
And of course, he did
Seeing you was all that made him survive these types of shitty days at work
Especially when he knew you'd be waiting for him in those flimsy summer dresses you loved to wear in the summer,
and especially since he'd gotten your belly to swell with the gift of a child.
You were five months in, and he fell in love with you all over again every time he looked at you
He had you straddling his lap the moment he sat down, his hands on your waist and his eyes all over you.
"tell me what's wrong," you asked again
You hated seeing him all troubled, he deserved nothing but happiness this man of yours,Â
because that's what he brought to you every single day
He sighed, before nodding slowly
"it's jus' the guys at work babygirl," he said "nothin' you gotta worry about"
you didn't pay attention to the last part
"What did they do this time?" you asked, softly caressing his chest to try and soothe him
"one of 'em didn't show" he grunted, the palms of his rough hands starting their journey from your pregnant belly to your butt and thighs
"Again?" you raised your eyebrows, annoyed too now "I don't understand why you don't just fire them and get new guys"
The first little smile since he first came home tugged at his lips
"what a coldhearted little boss you'd make" he joked, smirking softly.
You rolled your eyes, biting down a grin of your own
"you know I'm right"
He pushed you even closer to him before responding, wanting to feel more of you, all of you
"I know you are babygirl" he nodded, his forehead to yours now "but you know how I am... I know these guy's stories and evrythin'- I jus' don't have it in me"
Ah that's right
Who could have ever expected such a rough and tough exterior to be hiding such a softie
"you're too nice for your own good, Miller" You couldn't help but smile, softly kissing his cheek
He only grunted in response, losing himself in the scent and feel of you
"'m gonna have a talk with him Monday, I'll see what he has to say for himself"
You nodded, watching him closely
"that's a good idea" you murmured as you let him guide your mouth to his, impatiently kissing you as he'd dreamed of doing since he took the first step out of the house this morning.
You let him taste you, his tongue in your mouth and his beard against your skin, until you both needed air and had to lean away
But something seemed still off, usually, he only needed to feel your lips on his to forget all about his day, but today... today that little shadow in his eyes was still lurking in his iris
"baby" you pouted, your hands reaching for his cheeks to gently take his face in your hands "what can I do to make you feel better?"
And in retrospect, you didn't even know why you asked,
Your husband might have been a gentleman and a hard worker and everything else in this entire world... but he still was just a man.
A man that happened to love the taste of his wife more than anything on this earth
Which is why he didn't waste a moment before murmuring
"y'know what I need babydoll"
God but the way his voice always dropped an octave and that sweet southern drawl got more noticeable every time he needed you was more than enough to impregnate you all over again
"you're insatiable, Miller" you shook your head, laughing that light laugh of yours that made him feel summer breeze and sunshine all over him even on the coldest day of winter
But he didn't laugh, oh no, Joel Miller didn't laugh, he only looked at you, admired you, as you made your decision
"alright" you smiled, getting off his lap with a low groan, before laying on the couch, propping a pillow on the armrest so you could set your head on it to not have your belly cover the best part of the show, which of course, was your husband between your thighs.
just like he was now.
Good Christ and heaven all tougher did he look fucking hot like that,
his eyes fixed on your clothed core, his pupils big and dark with lust, his hands gripping the outside of your legs, his breathing almost as quick as yours...
His eyes found yours as his nose plummeted to your core, his nostrils flaring as he did what would make any woman self-conscious,( that was of course, if they weren't married to such a depraved and pussy obsessed man), he smelled you, he smelled you like you would with a good meal before devouring it, the tip of his nose ever so gently rubbing against your clit in the process.
You whimpered like you always did, and, like he always did, he only continued with his torture.
His tongue felt good even though the soaked material
"Joel" you whined now, as he licked slowly and thoroughly,
He resisted the urge to make you come like that, although he'd proved times and times before that he very well could,
he only stopped when there wasn't a spot on your underwear that wasn't drenched, and your chest was rising and falling faster than the speed of light
That, only that, was when his fingers reached for the fabric covering your core and pulled it to the side, his eyes falling to the work of art between your legs
he didn't say anything, he couldn't, he only groaned before he was devouring you whole
"oh my f-" you cried, your back arching from the couch as his hand seeped underneath your dress to get to your belly, his eyes finding yours again "f-fucking god baby"
He groaned again, his tongue drinking up everything you gave him, swirling over your clit over and over again, getting you utterly desperate just to tease you and fall to your hole, threatening to enter and forcing a gasp out of your mouth
your thighs squeezed around his head just like he liked it, robbing him of almost all oxygen as he buried his whole face into your weeping cunt.
"Joel- baby- p-please"
but he was back at sucking your clit, and all the words in your vocabulary got replaced by mindless, animalistic moans as one of your hands shot to his hair, gripping his hazel locks tightly as your hips started grinding onto his face, his nose, his mustache, his everything
And fuck if he didn't love it, if he didn't live to see you use him for your own pleasure, drenching his face and the couch beneath you with all your sweet juices as you whimpered and moaned what alternated between curses and his name with that irresistible desperate voice of yours.
Yeah, there was nothing that could ever beat this,
the feeling that he got every time you came apart like this was something that could have only been described as a glimpse of heaven, with the angels singing and everything too.
"f-fuck" he knew that high pitch cry, oh he knew it really fucking well "baby I-"
And you didn't even have to tell him, he already knew.
He continued feasting on your pussy, letting you chase your own high, and before you knew it, your head was thrown back and a wildfire of pleasure spread through your whole body, from your toes to the ends of your fucking hair.
You would have guessed you'd just run a marathon by how fast your heart was beating
"you're the most gorgeous woman on this planet" Joel murmured more to himself as he kissed the inside of your thigh, sending a shiver down your spine, before crawling up to ghost your lips "with the sweetest fuking pussy too"
You could only let out a silly laugh before he kissed you, letting you have a taste of that sweetness.
But when you didn't feel him grind what you knew must have been a rock hard erection underneath his jeans, on your core like he usually did, you frowned, as you watched him sit up instead
"baby?" your forehead creased even more in puzzlement once you watched him undo his zipper and pull out his aching cock, not looking even remotely interested in making a move to position himself at your entrance
"what are you doing?" you finally asked, sitting up too now
He wrapped a hand around his dick as he answered
"You're still sore from this mornin'"
What does that have to do with anything?
"but-"
He shook his head, watching you closely with that honest care that he only showed you "no but" he declared "I don't wanna hurt you babygirl"
And although you would have liked to argue, you knew that since you'd gotten pregnant, his protective side had somehow gotten even more hard-headed, and changing his mind was damn near impossible, which is why what you did instead, was change the tactic
"I still have hands... or a mouth, you know?" you cocked an eyebrow, eyeing his manhood
You didn't miss the way his member twitched ever so little at the proposal,
but then again, he had always refused you going down on him since the pregnancy, not because he didn't want to, fuck- god only knew the unspeakable things he'd do to let that pretty mouth of yours take care of him, no, the reason was he simply didn't want you to go through all that just for him, for his insignificant pleasure.
"All you gotta do is just sit there and look pretty, sugar" he murmured, finally starting to stroke himself, groaning lowly as he did
Your breathing faltered at the image, his large hands fisting his cock hard, stroking up and down in a way that looked incredibly natural and incredibly intimate at the same time.
And even if he'd ignored your proposal, you couldn't help but smile before pressing a kiss to his neck, right where his pulse was fighting against his skin.
And while you did that, now softly peking every inch of skin not covered by his shirt, you started undoing the straps of your dress, letting them fall down with the top of it once you were done
"like this?" you asked, biting down a smirk as Joel let out a desperate moan at the image before him.
God your tits looked even fucking better now, so full, so soft, so- so fucking perfect
"sweet Jesus" he groaned, his eyes panning between your mouth and your boobs as his strokes got faster, more desperate
You felt his hand sneak up your body and finding your tits, grabbing at them softly, gently caressing each one with all the care and amazement in the word, until he was whispering, begging "fucking-come here" and pulled your mouth to his, leaving a wet, filthy kiss on your lips as he continued palming your front.
the sound from his work on his dick was obscene, but neither of you cared, especially when the words coming out of your mouth happened to be even obscene.
"You're close?" you asked, feeling his heavy breath fanning over your mouth
"yeah doll"
You kissed him again quickly before speaking
"come inside my mouth baby"
Again, Joel Miller might have been as incredible as you wanted... but he still remained only a man,
a man who had to fight with everything he had in himself not to bust his load right there
"Good fucking Christ-" he groaned, closing his eyes as he threw his head back "fuck me"
"I would if you'd let me" you joked, placing another kiss beneath his ear
He laughed softly, opening his eyes to find yours "you want me to come in your mouth sugar?"
"yes" you nodded without missing a beat "I need it" you cooed, stroking his beard as his breathing became more and more uneven, his cock on the verge of exploding
"I need you to fill me up baby, if not my pussy, my throat at least"
"fuck"
you always knew what to say to get him going
"fucking- damnit" he groaned, tugging hurriedly at his cock as he ordered you to "don't move- open your mouth" until he was kneeling beside you on the couch, grunting and moaning soft curses or that's it-good girl, looking down lovingly at you till his warm seed was filling your whole mouth.
It took him a moment to come back to life, to the real word, but before he knew it, you were kissing as he held you close to his chest.
"Feeling better?" you finally asked
"I don't even remember what I was mad about babydoll"
#i got sleepy towards the end im sorry if its rushed#joel miller#joel miller smut#joel miller x reader#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller fic#joel miller fanfic#joel miller fluff#joel miller x fem!reader#joel miller x female reader#joel miller x y/n#joel miller x you#smut#pedro pascal#pedro pascal x reader#fluff#joel miller imagine#joel miller blurb#joel miller angst#fanfiction#the last of us#tlou#the last of us hbo#tlou hbo
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divorce? hell nah // logan howlett x fem!mutant!reader
Summary: Youâd been fighting a lot with your husband Logan lately over pointless stuff, so Laura is worried about the future of her parentâs relationship. So are you.
Warnings: stupid fights, cursing, angst, reader dealing with depression, Logan being the best daddy and husband. Mentions of anxiety, family and work drama. Laura being your daughter so found family. Happy ending, mentions of smut.
Words: 2.5k.
A/N: Once again, a reminder that english is not my first language so Iâm sorry if there is a mistake. This takes place in the world of Logan (2017) but everyoneâs fine of course, letâs pretend that no one is dy1ng and you adopted Laura. I had a dream about this so enjoy, I wrote it so fast before I forgot it. Love yâall! <3 ALSO, you can read this with my previous Logan fic TRAINING SEASON, this is them in the future.
italics = past.
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âLogan we need to stop fighting like this over stupid shitâ you exhaled tired of this. Lately you've been fighting a lot with Logan, so frequent that it feels weird to you. Because not even when you were younger you remember fighting so much, and 80% of the time it was over meaningless stuff.Â
The day was over, so both of you were doing your night routine to go to bed. The nostalgia of a sunday night is all over the air. Logan just joined you after putting Laura to sleep, he closed the door of your shared room. Youâve been trying to get up from the bed but the day was really exhausting mentally for you.
Logan wanted to add that the last fight was you that started it but he held himself to make it worse because it would not add anything mentioning that right now. It was already in the past. âYeah, I agree.â He just nods and stands far away from you with his hands resting on his hips, heâs looking at the floor thinking for a solution.
You are aware you are not at your best moment, you are dealing with so much lately. You are all the time worried about your family drama, then there are so many things changing at work that are stressing you out too. Also, of course the daily worries that include having a family.Â
Logan is aware of this tough moment you are going through and heâs always there to support you, to have a shoulder to cry on, all ears for you so you donât have to hold anything in your mind. Thatâs also what you did when heâs dealing with shitty things.Â
But lately, god, everything seems to get on your nerves for the both of you. Sometimes the clothes are all spread on the floor, or when you arrived late from work and there is nothing on the fridge left to eat, or when Logan tries to defend Laura for something that really needs a punishment, etc. And it doesnât help when you had a shitty day at work or keep receiving bad news from your family, so sometimes you just explode and Logan is also mad or had a shitty day so thatâs when the fights start.Â
âWe really need to stop, Laura's been asking if we are okayâ you told him with tears in your eyes. âWhen you went for a run in the morning, she came here to our room and laid next to me in bed so we had breakfast together and she looked under the weather, like she was not having a good time even when we had sweet treats and stuffâŠâ you started to tell him about what happened earlier. âSo I asked her if everything was alright and she looked right into my eyes and with a sad face she asked me if we were going to divorce- and- I told you Lo it was the most heartbreaking thing she could possibly ask me andâŠâ you started to sob by remembering that conversation.Â
Logan is now sitting next to you at the end of the bed. Holding your hand close to him, all of his attention to you. âAnd I was so shocked so I put my hands on her face holding her to really pay attention to what I was about to sayâŠâ you continued.Â
âNo, baby. Why are you asking that? Your dad and I love each other so much, and both of us love you so so so so much. We are not getting divorcedâ you held her face trying your best not to cry in front of her, the thought of being apart from the little family you had with Logan made you sad.Â
âIâm asking because last night I heard you guys fighting, I mean you were raising your voices and then dad closed the door really hard. And itâs not the first timeâ Laura confessed and you felt bad that she had to listen to you argue. âLast week when I was outside playing with Franky I also heard both of you yellingâ.Â
âIâm sorry, baby. You should not have witnessed that, donât worry. With your dad weâre okayâ you caressed her hair to give her some calm to her mind.
âMy friend Dani told me that it happened the same to their parents that are divorced now. So Iâm scared that one day dad will leave us just like Daniâs dadâ Laura told you with tears in her eyes just at the thought of her dad leaving her and her mom.Â
Thatâs when your heart broke into a million pieces. You kept telling her not to worry, that you were having pointless arguments. You didnât want to tell her about your problems at work and with your family because sheâs a little girl, she should be worried about school and having fun as a kid and not about divorce and her dad leaving.Â
So once you noticed she calmed down, you stayed in bed the whole morning and watched a movie together with Franky on Lauraâs lap. The dog she adopted never leaves her side especially if he senses that sheâs sad.Â
And also you made up your mind that things needed to change, to stop these stupid fights with your husband.Â
You told Logan about what happened in the morning when he left for his daily workout. Not wanting to tell him during the day because Laura is so concentrated on every attitude of both of you. Thatâs why you are telling him now that she went to sleep. Logan sighs like never before, like he was holding his breath the whole time you were talking, but never letting go of your hands together. âI know our daughter is smart and so empathetic just like you, so I get why sheâs worried. I had to admit that I closed the door so hard, thatâs on me. We need to stop fighting over bullshit, babe. We need to fix this, but Iâm not leaving you guysâ. Logan let go of your hand to stand in front of you squatting down holding your knees, âIâll NEVER leave you, you hear me? We had been through so much worse, remember? And we made it because I fucking love you and I know you love meâ. Logan reassured you too in case the same thought that Laura has is placed in your mind too.
You caressed his cheek and looked into those beautiful eyes of his, âI love our family, Logan. Like you said we made it through so much worse, Iâm sorry Iâve been irritated lately. Thatâs on me, Iâm going to do my bestâ tears flowing down your face. Logan quickly wiped them off.Â
âBabe, Iâm right here. I donât know why but when youâre in a dark time you always felt free to cry and told me about it but this time it feels like youâre holding all of this sadness to bury it deep down. What 's going on? What changed?â Logan asked with curiosity because youâve been together for years.Â
âI donât know, Lo. Maybe the hormones, maybe I donât want to be a burden for you guys. Like I have to be strong for Laura, sheâs my number one priority right now and she had an awful life before she found us so I donât want to give her all of my shit, sheâs a kid. Like I said, she should be worried about school and having the childhood she deservesâ you poured your heart out to your husband.Â
âMy love youâll never be a burden for me, you hear me? I need you to say it so that you understand. Besides, Laura needs to see us sad too, we canât lie to her that life is all the time just joy. Iâm not saying to tell her all of our problems, but that is valid if we feel some kind of way, we would be faking if we were smiling or just okay all the timeâ. Logan, the angry wolverine you used to know was gone the moment he met you back then in Charlesâs mansion. Anger stopped being his only emotion, you made him feel in that same moment that he was always going to be able to show his real emotions and stopped playing this character of the angry and intimidating man.Â
âI understand, Loâ. You finally gave him a smile. It is not fair for you to struggle alone and let go of this stress by fighting. You really need to start saying whatâs going on, and Logan is always going to be there for it. Just by thinking of the huge difference of the fights you used to have in the past, a small laugh escaped your mouth. Logan looks at you surprised but happy that you got something off your chest.Â
âWhatâs on your mind now, sugar?â Logan asked curiously.Â
âI just remember the things we used to fight when we started dating, I mean we were younger and sometimes really stupid. And also the fights we used to have for mistakes we made on missions. We still fight when the other is on the field out there in danger, the worry about losing the other one always starts an argumentâŠâ you answered.Â
âYeah but those always ended up with a make out sessionâŠâ Logan gave you a flirty grin, his dirty mind already enjoying the memories. To be honest, after a mission with or without an argument it always ends with both of you giving each other so much pleasure and comfort for being safe and sound.Â
âARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?! THAT WAS WAY TO DANGEROUS!!â Logan losing his mind because you almost got killed out there.Â
âI HAD TO DO IT, I COULDNâT LEAVE THEM RIGHT THERE!!â you explained yourself why you came back to the field and risked your life. âIF I DIDNâT HELP THEM, NOBODYâS WAS GOING TO!â.Â
God, your empathy is one of Loganâs favorite things about you, but more than once it has given him almost a heart attack.Â
âNOT ALL THE TIMES WE CAN SAVE THEM ALL, I NEED YOU TO UNDERSTAND THAT. I CANâT LOSE YOU, PRINCESSâ Logan holding your shoulders steady.
Once you were back at the mansion, and in the privacy of your shared room, Logan wanted to keep talking about the risk you made, but you just wanted to take a shower to take off all of the work done. âHoney, Iâm right here in one piece. Iâm fineâ you brushed his hair with your fingers to calm him down. Trying to get a smile from him.Â
âI insist, I canât lose you. Youâll be freaking out too if it was me in your positionâ Logan raised his brow knowing youâll be worried too about him.Â
âI know, Iâll be way worse hystericalâ you admitted, but at the same time just trying to calm him down. Right now both of you need to relax after a hard mission. You kept brushing his hair until he stopped talking and just leaned into your touch. Both of you ended up taking a bath together and stayed all afternoon in the sheets making love. Other times the fights after missions didnât seem to stop and led to angry sex.Â
âNow that you said that, it reminds me of Laura explaining to me something she realized when she heard us fighting last night andâŠâ you started laughing but also felt guilty.
âIâm sorry, honey. We didnât mean to raise our voices, we didnât mean for you to hear us but sometimes with your dad we had our differences. But everything is fine now, we talked about it and itâs okay nowâ you didnât lie. One thing you and Logan hate is to go to bed angry, itâs also true that you didnât want Laura to hear it.
âYeah, I know you were fighting because it wasnât the happy screams you and dad make at night sometimesâ. Laura said with the innocent intention a kid has. You almost choked on your cup of tea.
You donât know if it was because of her powers that she heard the happy screams sheâs talking about, because the house is huge and her room is not that close to your shared room. And since she arrived, every time you have sex with Logan both of you are really aware that there is someone else in the house so you keep your voice low and always lock the door. You donât want to traumatize your daughter.
Not like before having kids, or when Laura is staying the night somewhere else, that Logan asks you to be loud so the neighbors can hear his name.
âAre you fucking kidding me she said that?â Logan laughing at your face, red like a tomato.Â
âDonât laugh at that, Lo! It was so embarrassing to explain to her that it was a conversation for another dayâŠâ you hid your face in your palms, Logan still teasing you about your sudden shyness. âSo I told her that her daddy was going to explain someday when she was older why adults make those happy screamsâ now you are teasing him because his face almost dropped. Already anxious about how heâs going to explain to his daughter how babies come to the world and all that stuff.Â
âNope, because sheâs never going to grow up. She'll always be our little girlâ he tried to convince himself about that. You gave him a pat on his back that he can handle that.Â
âOur little girl is almost 12, babe. So youâll have to have THAT talk sooner that you think with her. But donât worry Iâm sure youâre going to nail that because you are the best daddyâ. You assured him.
God, you can picture in your mind the reaction of Logan when teenager Laura will bring her first partner. Youâll need to be there for him because your daughter is about to experience a lot of things and your husband will need your help.Â
âDonât be a brat with me please, sweetheart Iâm begging youâ Logan easily put you on his lap, brushing your hair out of your face. âWhat if instead of giving me more anxiety you help me get rid of that anxiety weâve been dealing with lately?â he kissed your neck, his breath so warm against your skin.Â
âWhat do you suggest, big boy?â his hand now traveling down your spine and you hold his face close to your chest, Logan leaving kisses on top of your clothed breasts. God, you miss this, you miss him being this closer.Â
âMaybe a bath or I can fuck you like this right now but we have to be really careful with the noises, especially you doll. I know you like to scream my name and how good I make you feelâ Logan already taking his shirt off to whatever option you are down to. You smacked his toned chest at the insinuation, pulling him closer to kiss you with the eagerness you missed so much. He lifted you from your spot heading to take that bath, it was going to be a long night and tomorrow morning you both need to be up early to drop Laura off at school.
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A fluffy little oneshot on Izuku x reader, where heâs just crushing on his best friend?
Lil bro I gottchu
(Hope you don't mind, but I did him as a teenager still)
This is pretty bad reading over it ngl but I can't find the right way to write it???
Enjoy at your own risk.
"Today, they had finished Uraraka's strawberry cake so it wouldn't go to waste." The green-haired boy mutters to himself as he furiously scribbles in his notebook. Izuku had found himself writing more about you everyday. Anything and everything you did interested him, even if it was the simplest thing you did.
He first excused it as nothing, he was just writing down everything you did because it would probably strength the bond you two had!
It wasn't until his mother found his open notebook that the realized be might be in love with you.
"Izuku!" Inko had said, her voice slightly panicked. "Why are you stalking this person?" She asks, holding up the notebook in confusion and worry. "I know you're a teenage boy, and you are going through some changes, but-"
Izuku blushes intensely, grabbing the notebook and holding it close to him. "Mom! No, its not like that!" He stammers, face now a heavy red. "They're just beautiful and sweet and amazing and-" He pauses, seeing the look on his mom's face. "...oh..." He mutters to himself, understanding that his feelings for you weren't platonic.
So here he was. You and the Dekucrew all went out to the mall, and had stopped at the food court to eat. Izuku scribbled down everything you did in intense detail.
Uraraka gasps. "Tsu, look! That dress is so cute! Uraraka says excitedly, shaking her friend. Asui perks up, looking at the mushroom patterned dress. "It is! Lets go check it out." She replies, taking her hand and walking towards the dress.
"Stay in groups!" Iida calls after them as he jogs to catch up with the two girls.
Izuku looks up at this, realizing that you and him were left alone, since Todoroki and Tokoyomi went to go find some food a little bit ago already.
Izuku turns red as you make eye contact with him, his palms beginning to sweat and his heart pounding in his chest.
"So, you good?" You ask, raising an eyebrow. "You've been distant the whole day." You say, genuine concern seeping into your voice. You lean closer, trying to get a read on whatevers' inside his head.
Izuku gulps and looks away, using his arms and hands to cover his face. "Yep! I'm good! Just a little...overwhelmed! By all the people here!" He laughs nervously, not daring to make eye contact with you.
You only become more concerned as you place a hand on his arm. "Hey, we can go back to U.A if this is to much for you." Your soft voice makes Izuku blush even more, his hands trembling slightly.
"No! No, I'm okay!" Izuku quickly says, standing up and stepping back. "Hey, just stay here for a sec! I gotta go find Todoroki and Tokoyomi!" He says, needing an excuse to calm himself down.
You seem slightly disappointed, and this makes his heart ache. "Right. Okay." You say quietly, placing your chin on your palm.
Izuku feels terrible for making you dissapointed. No! That wasn't his goal at all! He wants to see you happy, this isn't happy!
Izuku decides to give you a hug as an attempt to make you feel better, but when he does, he just freezes. He can't let go of the hug. He NEEDS to hold you close forever, he needs to just...stay like this. In your arms, where nothing bad could happen.
Izuku hides his face in your shoulder, his body trembling slightly as he realizes how badly he loves you.
Izuku Midoriya had a crush on his bestfriend.
(This is kinda shitty anon if you hate it you can be honestđđ love u)
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up. and down
đđ angst, established relationship đđ idol!seungcheol x fem!reader đđ wc: 818 warnings: mentions of mental health issues, depression, oldest daughter syndrome
natalia's note: this is something very self indulgent, and as much as i'm kind of afraid to post it (partially because it's shitty as hell, and not proofread) writing it was a bit healing. whoever is struggling out there as well - i just want you to know that you're a fucking badass
everyone has their better and worse days. life is just a constant sinusoid of going up and down, up and down.Â
up. and down.Â
this was definitely one of your downs. but it was also one of those where you couldnât explain why you were feeling so down. so numb. so washed out of everything. nothing bad really happened that day - you didnât oversleep, no one spilled coffee on you, everyone you encountered was nice and polite. maybe the weather was a bit gloomy, but you knew it had nothing to do with the way you were feeling.Â
yet, as you were walking up the stairs to your apartment, all you could focus on was the emptiness in your chest, the heart that was beating way too fast for it to be normal, the tears threatening to spill, and your shaky hands that were clutching the door keys for dear life. Â
and you felt so guilty for that. you didnât know why, but you did.Â
you tried telling yourself that you werenât weak, that it was valid for you to have a worse day, and not feel guilty about it - but you just couldnât. nothing happened for godâs sake, you didnât have a single reason for the tears that were pooling in your eyes, so how could you call yourself anything but weak?  Â
âhey, honey. youâre home early,â you looked up to see your boyfriend standing in the hallway, with a big smile on his face. the exact one that could usually turn the shittiest days into the best ones. but not today.Â
it made you feel even worse. seungcheol was one of the best things that could ever happen in your life. he was caring, loving, heâd move the mountains for you if he had to. he was the most hardworking man youâd ever met, and he never complained, no matter how hard it got.Â
you didnât want him to see you like this. ever. you didnât want to show the light of your life your ugly side, the one that could rot in bed for days because it had no energy to get up and take a shower. the one that cried for hours for no reason. the one that sometimes felt like giving up was the only solution.Â
you cleared your throat, trying to push everything away for the sake of your boyfriend. âhey, baby. what are you doing here, shouldnât you be at work?âÂ
âyeah, but,â he narrowed his eyes, and took in your form, âthey let us go early today,â he said after a quick pause. of course in that split of a second he sensed that something wasnât right. as if you could ever hide anything from him. âwhatâs wrong?âÂ
ânothing,â you wanted to scream. nothing happened, except that your lungs didnât let you breathe, and your heart was too heavy to beat properly.Â
âi donât know,â you finally admitted, and shrugged your shoulders. thatâs when the first tear fell. âi donât know whatâs wrong, cheol,â your voice broke.Â
seungcheol didnât say anything else, he just walked up to you, and put his arms around you, caging you in an embrace that you knew so well. everything was so familiar - his gentle yet firm touch, the smell of his cologne, his slightly chapped lips resting against your temple - and still you felt like an intruder. like you didnât deserve it.Â
âyou know i love you, right?â though his voice was quiet, you could hear it was slightly shaky. âyour friends love you,â he said, and slid one of his hands from your back up to your head, cupping it. âand kkuma loves you. very much.âÂ
you choked on a sob, and hid your face further up seungcheolâs neck.
âi know you donât see yourself like that,â you could feel something wet sliding down your neck, and for some reason you knew that the tears werenât only your own, âbut youâre so strong. you really are.âÂ
by now you were gripping onto cheolâs shirt like it was the last thing that could keep you afloat. you didnât care about the tears anymore. you didnât care about the broken cries. you just wanted to stay like this forever.Â
âwhy am i like this? why canât my mind just leave me alone?â you cried, your shoulders shaking.Â
âi donât know, baby. i donât know.âÂ
and so you stood in the hallway of your apartment, with a very confused white fluff ball at your feet, till you had no more tears left to cry.
life is just a constant sinusoid of going up and down, up and down.Â
up. and down.Â
even though your down may seem like a dark path with no way out, like a never ending circle of tears and pain, you have to keep fighting, because you have people worth fighting for.Â
and most importantly - you have to keep fighting for yourself.
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stevie doesn't know
warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected p in v, fingering, oral (fem. receiving), use of petnames, cheating, phone sex (kinda), slight use of "daddy", choking, multiple orgasms, protective eddie with his fuck buddy
pairing: eddie munson x female (afab) reader
summary: your boyfriend steve cheats on you all the time. your vengeance comes in the form of eddie, who you're secretly hooking up with. when the phone rings during one of your sneaky sessions, a three-way call might be the way stevie finally finds out...[6.8k]
âinspired by "scotty doesn't know" by lustraâ
a/n: i had this idea while listening to this song and HAD to write it. this is one of my first times writing smut, i'm still practicing! enjoy âĄ
Your boyfriend Steve couldn't help but be a douche sometimes. Most times, actually.
You should have known dating Hawkins' most infamous ladies man might be problematic before you even started. His stupidly perfect hair and ability to smooth talk made you believe he might be different with you.
The first time you caught him with another girl, you didn't want to believe it. And because you were naĂŻve and try to see the best in people, you stayed with him.
Unfortunately for you, there was a next girl. And another. And then another one after that. The cheating reached a point where you almost expected it to happen and even grew apathetic to it.
You stayed with Steve out of fear of being alone, and because that's all you knew how to do. That was until you became acquainted with the notoriously odd and intimidating Eddie Munson.
It started one night when you were buying weed from him. He'd told you to come by the trailer he lives in, claiming that he kept his "good stuff" there. You were surprised to find out how funny and kind the older male was.
He was a total flirt, making you smile and laugh in ways that King Steve never even came close to. That's how smoking a joint with him turned into the best sex you ever had, each having an earth-shattering orgasm on his stained mattress.
That one-time thing turned into a routine, squeezing in a quickie any chance you got. His place, yours, his van in the school parking lot, under the bleachers...
You and Eddie were addicted to each other, drawn together like magnets. The connection only got stronger the more time you spent together. He made you feel more than just physical pleasure...he made you comfortable.
After a shitty day, you went by the tattooed male's place hoping to forget your troubles. You ended up crying in his arms and telling him about everything on your mind. Eddie cared, he really cared about you.
That's why his blood was boiling when you told him about Steve. He could never believe that the douchey brunette got to have you, the coolest girl in town; hearing how he was treating you made him want to "rearrange Steve's face".
Slowly, you became more than just fuck buddies. It was a complicated situation, especially with how passionate the sex got at some points. Fingers laced together, longing gazes into each other's eyes, tender kisses, and sweet nothings.
You felt guilty for cheating on Steve even though he had been doing worse to you for about a year. Eddie encouraged you, never letting you feel bad about it. And how could you argue when he was inches deep inside you, calling you pretty and making you feel amazing?
He was doing exactly that now, thrusting in and out of your sopping cunt as he knelt behind you. Your upper body was limp against the bed, back arching as Eddie held your hips up. He gave your ass a firm smack, watching the recoil with a groan.
"Mmn, fuck, Eds," you moaned, face down in your pillows. The laud only spurred him on, encouraged him to pull you back against his fat cock.
"Yeah? You love being fucked like this, baby?" he grunted deep from his chest. The pet name made your walls clench around him like they always do. It drives Eddie crazy.
The slapping of your skin together halts when he pulls your ass flush with his hips, making the bulging tip of his dick push the soft spot inside you. You whimpered and reached back, searching for somewhere to hold on. Your sweaty hand found Eddie's forearm and you squeezed it firmly when he started gyrating.
The rolling motion he's making with his hips allowed him to fuck you insanely deep without ever leaving your pussy. His ringed hand slid down beneath you to your clit, three calloused fingers working it perfectly as he's done thousands of times.
"Oh my god," you pant, feeling a warmth tingle in your lower abdomen. "'M gonna cum. P-please, please."
The sound of you begging even though Eddie always gives you what you want made him chuckle darkly. He pulled out his dick merely a couple of inches, looking down at where you were swallowing him in. A creamy ring surrounded the base of his length, a sight that made him twitch as he pushed all the way back in to continue his motion.
Just as your whining picked up and you were about to cum, your phone rang loudly on the bedside table. Eddie's hand on your clit stopped and he slowed his thrusts as you groaned, annoyed.
"Does that asshole have to ruin everything for me?!" you bitched, already knowing it was your shitty boyfriend. You pushed your ass back, hoping to fuck yourself on Eddie although your climax was already ruined by the shrill ringing. "He can wait."
The curly-haired boy watched the part of your face he could see, laying against the pillow with reddened cheeks. He read the frustration on your face and bent down to kiss your shoulder blade. His hand slithered up your body, pinching at your hardened nipple.
He hummed a pleased noise when you clamped down around his length. When he was about to start back up, the phone sounded again.
"Oh my fucking god," you hissed, reaching to unplug it from the wall.
Eddie took hold of your bicep, stopping you. When you looked back, the expression on his face was one of deviance. He smirked from beneath his dark, fringed bangs and your heart sank.
"Answer it."
"What?" You couldn't believe what he'd said.
"Pick up the phone," he began, and his voice took on a devilish tone. "Have a conversation with your boyfriend."
"That's it?" you questioned. "No catch."
"Only one. I want you to be quiet. Don't give it away."
"Give wha-" Your words were snatched away when Eddie pulled his dick out with a wet schlick, plunging two fingers in as the replacement.
A high-pitched scream tore through your throat as he began to fuck you filthily with his digits. They weren't as thick as his cock, but the ferocity of his movements made you require a moment to recover.
"Pick up the phone and talk, sweetheart," he spoke with a steady voice, a talent of his you were consistently amazed by. He brought his face down to kiss the plush area around your ass and hips. When you didn't grab the telephone fast enough for his liking, he brought his teeth down on the skin.
You squealed, biting your lip and regaining your composure as you lifted the phone to your ear.
"Hello?" You swallowed thickly, hearing your heartbeat thundering in your ears.
"Hey, babe. Sorry I forgot to call yesterday." You rolled your eyes at Steve's lie. "What are you up to?"
"Me? Oh, nothing much, just-"
Eddie began to scissor his fingers inside you. His lips pressed to the unoccupied area of your slick sex, lapping up the juices as quietly as he could. Your free hand slammed onto the mattress on its own accord, grabbing a handful of the floral sheets for purchase.
"Talk, baby," Eddie breathed against your core. He licked a stripe up your fold and blew on it before introducing a third finger in your swollen hole. You pulled the phone away temporarily to whine.
"Just watching some TV and working on homework," you lied, letting the words out a little too quickly.
"Oh, that sounds fun." Steve's totally not listening to you. "I saw that 'Risky Business' is playing at the drive-in this weekend."
"Cool. That's the one with Tom Cruise?"
Eddie chuckled when you squirm as he removed his fingers, creating a sinful noise. He saw the way your thighs were shaking and pushed your hips down to level you flat on the bed. He hovered over you, caging you beneath him as he moved his face to where you could see him.
You met his eyes that were hooded with a teasing hunger you can't stand. He sucked on the fingers that were just inside you, cleaning your slick off as he moaned quietly enough that Steve didn't hear.
"Yeah, that one," Steve's voice sounded, though it's impossible to focus on anything but Eddie.
"I was thinking we could go see it. It'd be like old times."
As Steve started to detail the date, Eddie crawled back down to part your legs with his large hands. You brought your hand from the sheets to your mouth, covering it as his plump lips start to kiss their way up the insides of your thighs.
"We could park in the back, bring some booze..." Steve's voice rambled on as Eddie's lips finally connect where you want him most.
He began to eat you out from behind, sucking and swirling his tongue in combinations that had you grinding yourself on the mattress, desperate for some more friction. Your mind went blank when he flattened his long tongue on your clit.
"Are you listening to me?" Steve snapped.
"Y-yes. I'm listening," you struggled to respond back. "Go ahead."
Hearing this makes Eddie laugh, vibrating against your dripping cunt. The sensation shot you closer to your orgasm and he could tell from the way your hole gaped around nothing.
"Pretty pussy," he spoke against it, though you can barely hear him. "Needy for her daddy, huh? So naughty. Gonna cum on my tongue while she talks to her boyfriend."
You caught the last part and made a fist, biting down as Eddie prodded his long tongue into your slit. And because he's greedy and wants to taste your orgasm, his thumb skillfully circled your clit.
"No one can see us so we don't really need to watch the movie..." Steve chuckled and you would surely roll your eyes if they weren't already back in your skull from Eddie's ruthless assault on your pussy.
"Sounds like you just wanna get in my pants, Stevie," you shot back, voice steadier than it had been because he was really bothering you. This made Eddie growl an animalistic sound.
He knows he shouldn't be jealous, but he is. Especially now when he's buried in your cunt, the one you've told him he owns so many times before. He knows Steve can't make you feel half as good as he does, can't fuck you the way he does, can't love you the way he does.
With a final slurping sound, he abandoned the idea of pulling an orgasm out with his mouth. He lost all self-control; he needed to be as deep as you can take him rightfuckingnow. You barely had time to register the fact that he stopped licking you before he roughly tugged your ass back up in the air.
"I didn't mean it like that, I just...We haven't gone past second base in forever." Steve's ridiculous words were drowned out when Eddie slammed back into your pussy.
It welcomed him, wet and stretched out from everything he'd given you so far. He faced hardly any resistance stuffing his generous length all the way to the end of you. The backs of your thighs smack his pelvis as he started to drill into you with an unforgiving pace.
You screamed, loud and high-pitched into the receiver. Your upper body sank and you attempted to hold yourself up on your elbows. This only added to the pleasure as your blushed nipples rubbed the cotton sheets, tits bouncing with every thrust.
"Babe? What was that?" Steve stopped mid-sentence to question you.
It was a challenge trying to straighten out your thoughts when you could feel Eddie in your throat. He's hitting such a delicious angle, one that prods the spongey end of you so forcefully it's teetering on the edge of pain.
"N-no..." you stuttered, holding out the vowel as you fail to soothe your boyfriend's suspicion. "Nothing. Something f-fell off the shelf and scared me."
The words came out rushed, all weaved together in one single breath. Each time the metalhead thrust in and out, he stole away your oxygen. His large, rough hands squeezed onto the fat of your thighs to pull you against him. His thick cock was splitting you apart, emptying and filling you to bust at the seams at a frantic speed.
A dark chuckle spilled from the plump lips of the male behind you and he could still taste you on his tongue. The realization made him groan, dropping his head back as sweaty tendrils of cocoa hair tickled the backs of his shoulders.
Without warning, he slowed suddenly. You were about to whine at him before Steve's droning voice on the phone reminded you of the secrecy you were beginning to fail at maintaining.
The metal of Eddie's rings bit your skin when he squeezed firmly on your left hip. This was one of his signals for when he wanted to switch positions or have you take over.
He was able to guide you without words, your heated body pliant beneath his dominant touch. His cock never left your pulsating core as he relaxed his position back, kneeling on the mattress.
Your legs bent around his as you sat back against his lap. His chest pressed flush against the curve of your spine as you wriggled, adjusting your seating. The position would allow you to reverse ride him using the strength of your thighs.
The curled cord of the phone was stretched out to reach where you were. The douchey brunette on the other line was telling a story about some party he and Tommy had gone to, laughing at his own words as he recalled the memory and tried to omit the parts about him hooking up with other girls.
Eddie's one hand settled against your hip while the other smoothed its way up your side. It started at the soft pooch of your tummy, up to your heavy tits to tweak the hardened peaks, and finally to a gentle grip on your neck. His long fingertips reached up to tilt your chin forward as he clamped around the thundering veins near your throat.
As you breathed a strangled gasp under his touch, he forced you to look up where the reflection of you two stared back in the mirror atop your dresser. The sight of his hand of rings wrapped around your neck as you were seated on his cock made you moan, a noise that was cut short by the pressure from his choking.
You weren't sure who looked more fucked out, you or him. Usually, Eddie was great at keeping his composure, but the look he had in his eyes when you met them in the mirror was...feral. Rabid, exhausted, lustful, on the brink of losing it.
He took in the sinful sight of you. The way your head was hanging limply on his shoulder, drool glistening at the corner of your lips from the aggressive pounding you'd just taken. Your grip on the telephone was weak, leaving it to slide low on your neck as your sweaty hand could barely stay up.
"Come on, pretty," he rasped hotly in your ear. "Take what you need from me."
    With a breath in for preparation, you lifted yourself up slowly. As you hollowed out, your cunt drooled down every inch of him and onto his balls, heavy and wound tight with his impending release. You cried out when you dropped your ass back down, spearing his bulging tip into your guts.
You began a steady pace, bouncing yourself on his dick and swallowing the whimpers that came when he stretched your hole continually. Eddie thrust his hips upward to meet your movement. This only wedged him deeper into your sex, nudging your uterus and launching you toward climax.
    Steve was ranting about how much he loved having a pretty girlfriend and that he'd make it up to you for how busy he's been lately. You pulled the phone away, clamping a hand over the lower speaker as you switched to gyrating your hips in circular motions.
"F-fuck, Eddie. So good, so, so..." you babbled.
His rugged hand clamped over your mouth, silencing the pornographic noises you were making. On your neck, his hot mouth sucked and nipped.
"Gotta stay quiet, sweets. Pick up the phone and keep talking," he ordered.
"But, da-"
"Don't be a brat," he barked. A particularly sharp thrust upward punched the air from your lungs. "Don't you wanna be good for me? Want me to let you cum?"
You nodded with such vigor Eddie thought it must've hurt your neck. He removed his hand from your mouth and smacked a wet kiss onto your temple.
"That's my girl."
    Your cunt fluttered around him, giving you away. You loved how possessive he could get and he knew it. Maybe it was because he cared and wanted you to be his...that was more than your actual boyfriend ever did.
Taking a deep breath in, you brought the phone back up to your ear to find Steve finishing up his ridiculous ramble.
"How are you gonna make it up to me, big boy?" you uttered, exerting all your effort to sound natural.
The tattooed male grunted beneath you and encased both your hips with his large hands. He used his strength to lift you up and drop you back down on his fat cock. It was a challenge keeping the sound of slapping skin to a minimum, especially when his brain was this fuzzy.
His dark eyes kept darting between the mirror and his lap. One allowed him to watch himself pumping in and out, your cunt stretched wide around his girth and soaking down to the coiled tufts of hair at his base. Your ass jiggled each time and the skin reddened from the roughness.
    The mirror was his favorite view: you, coming undone from how incredible he was making you feel. Your body was littered with love bites, places he'd nipped at for hours that evening. The sight of your breasts, full and flushed as they swayed with the motions, was making him lose it.
When he ever looked at your pretty face, Eddie had to tighten the muscles of his abdomen to hold off his orgasm.
Your head was lolled back into the crook of his shoulder. Sweat-damp wisps of hair were glued to the sides of your pink cheeks. Your eyebrows were knit together, creased in the middle as you worked to stay quiet. Saliva glistened where it trailed down from your swollen lips, stuck open with small breathy pants.
He needed to make you cum now because it was growing impossible for him not to.
    Steve was spewing some bullshit about flowers and taking you to Enzo's for dinner. You nearly laughed thinking about how the last time he did that, he flirted with the waitress and ogled at her ass right in front of you. It blended into white noise when Eddie increased his efforts.
He leaned back slightly, the sticky skin of his chest leaving your back to allow a needed swath of cool air. Two calloused fingertips pressed to your sensitive nub and begin to play you like his most prized guitar. That alone was pushing your stimulation to the brink of exploding, but he wasn't done yet.
The lanky male returned to thrusting upward into you again with more fervor this time. Rather than just stroke straight up, he used his hips to direct himself in different directions, at multiple angles.
His massive cock pioneered its way into places you'd never felt him before. You could feel the thundering of his veins as he stretched out new channels in your pussy.
"H-hmn," you bit down on moans. "Mmn, hngh."
    It didn't take much more for you to lose yourself. The band in your stomach that had been pulled taught since before the phone even rang finally snapped. A pathetic whine rose from your chest as your body quivered, seizing up and then falling limp.
"Oh, fuck," Eddie spat, about to come undone himself. His throat choked up as he continued to ram upward, quickly chasing his own orgasm as you became a rag-doll in his lap.
Your juices trickled down his skin as he pumped into you a few more times. His whimpering blended with your heavy-breathed panting as he came deep inside your cunt.
The sound of his ragged moans and sharp cussing was almost inaudible over the ringing in your ears. When you came back down to earth, he'd already recovered from his climax.
"Shh-shh," Eddie soothed. Your slit throbbed as the milky mess you two made warmed where you remain connected. He pulled your back flush to his inked chest. "Took me so well, honey. I've got you."
The bad boy being that sweet to you though he fucked you so ruthlessly made you melt into his touch. Your eyes drooped and a single tear streamed down. The sensation inside your chest was red-hot, passionate; deeper than something you should be feeling for your fuck buddy...
    Coming had caused such a blackout in your mind that you didn't register Steve speaking to you until he shouted through the phone.
"Hello?! Did you hear what I said?"
"S-sorry." You struggled to hide the exhaustion in your voice. "What?"
"What the hell was that noise? Are you watching porn or something?" he pushed, clearly irritated.
You weren't sure what to say...he had definitely heard your keening as you came, probably Eddie too. Would he be dumb enough to believe a lie?
"It's just the TV. Some overdone sex scene, I dunno," you responded.
Eddie wrapped his strong arms around you to help you relax against him, giving your worn-out body a rest. Your abused cunt fluttered upon feeling his warm release spilling out around his softened length.
"Oh. Okay. Well, turn it down," Steve requested. Wow, he is dumb enough to believe it.
    Miraculously, your boyfriend went right back to blabbering. He loved to talk when it was about himself; he switched to the topic of how his dad was forcing him to get a job at the mall for not getting into college.
You almost felt bad since he doesn't really have anyone to talk to. He always dumps it on you, and you let him no matter how shitty he is to you.
Your mind doesn't have time to wander that way as the metalhead picked you up, pulling out and admiring the mess you made. The hollow feeling as your gaping hole clenched on nothing made you wince.
Eddie's soft hands laid you down with your back on the mattress. It felt nice to be horizontal again, able to let yourself settle in with limbs that felt like Jell-O. You rolled your head to the left, trapping the phone between your ear and shoulder so you didn't have to hold it up anymore.
With heavy eyelids, you glanced up at where the long-haired boy was. He was standing at the foot of the bed, taking a long drag of the cigarette he'd abandoned in the bedside ashtray. You two held gazes as he blew out a grey cloud.
"Want some?" he mouthed to you. You nodded, eyes blown open with luster. The springs of the mattress creaked beneath his weight as he leaned on a knee, outstretching his tattooed arm.
"What about The Gap? Or Herman's Sporting Goods?" you suggested to Steve's need for a job.
After the words left you, Eddie held the filtered end up to your lips. You laid a gentle hand on his forearm and swept the pad of your thumb over the freckled skin. The deep inhale of tobacco was a welcome indulgence after the body-shaking orgasm you had.
The sight of you was trouble, however.
Eddie could feel the blood rushing back to his crotch again already. As he backed up, you caught sight of his cock, red and hardening. His sex drive never failed to impress you; that's why most times you left his place being unable to walk.
He couldn't handle it. How beautiful and fucked-out you looked laying there. Your body, every curve and dip, was glimmering with a sheen of sex. His marks were all over you: from hickeys to bruising indents of his rings, to his cum dribbling out of your sweet center.
His heart was throbbing, perhaps even more painfully than his dick was.
    It stood upright against his toned stomach as his gaze dragged across you. The Harrington boy recounted his failures of the jobs he'd already applied for while you twisted the rubber-coated cord around your finger.
The image of the older male needy for you again had you rubbing your bare thighs together. He was undeniably the most attractive guy you'd ever seen. Never before had you had this level of sexual chemistry and spark with someone. It's like he unlocked something in you, took away your fears, and maximized your pleasure in all things.
"Jesus," he muttered.
    You two moved in sync, your hand traveling up your own body as he brought an uneasy hand down to palm himself. His tip glistened with pearlescent pre-cum when your red-painted fingernails cupped your breast. You squeezed down just enough for the fat to spill between your knuckles, putting on a show.
Apparently, your stamina had built up since being involved with Eddie. You beckoned him closer with a curling pointer finger.
"Need you," you let the words ghost out. And because he would do anything you say, the boy crawled atop you so his frizzed curls hung down around your face.
You gripped the midsection of the phone to secure Steve's increasingly-irritating voice against your ear. The lower speaker pressed into your shoulder, hopefully an effective agent for muffling noise.
Two of your nimble fingers hooked around Eddie's dangling necklace to pull him down. His mouth was gentle on yours, a newfound softness to ease back in. It was a nice break from the rushed heat of the past hours and still turned you on an immense amount.
    There wasn't much foreplay this time. Eddie's diamond-hard cock sank inside you easily as you made out lazily. You whimpered at the sensitivity of your puffy cunt, a pathetic sound that he swallowed as you passed it onto his skillful tongue.
"Do you think Coach would be one of my references?" Steve's questioning intonation snagged your attention before it got too foggy. You hummed against Eddie's lips and your unspoken language got him to pull away.
"Mm, maybe...who else do you have?" you mumbled. As you turned your head to the receiver, the long-haired male kissed your cheek and temple. He then nuzzled his face into your neck.
It was a momentary break for him, pausing to breathe in your scent and become intoxicated with you. It was something he did when he was feeling clingy, needy for you; a confusion in his mind on why he felt so intimately connected to his friend with benefits.
"Perfect girl. He doesn't deserve you," Eddie slurred with hot fanning breaths. "Gonna make you forget him. Gonna fuck you so good you can't remember his dumb name..."
    As he grumbled in one of your ears, Steve was in the other, justifying that he used his mom as a reference. You urged him to think of other people and asked him about places in town that he thought would be fun to work at; you knew this would send him into more verbose blabbing.
Your purposeful inquisition worked and your boyfriend's words became garbled nonsense as you shifted attention back to the pretty boy on top of you.
He had begun to thrust, slow and sloppy. The movement was enough to increase your two's breathing and arousal. He accompanied it with wet kisses along your neck, suckling the tender skin every so often.
"More," you huffed. Your fingers twisted in the roots of Eddie's hair and tugged softly, emitting a groan from his throat.
"More what, sweets? Hm?" he urged, lifting his face up to see you. He was super talkative in the bedroom, so it was killing him trying to tone it down since you were on the phone.
"M-more Eddie."
    He puffed air through his nostrils in amusement and forced his cock a tad deeper in you. His hips continually met yours as you felt every veiny detail of him gliding inside. The whine that left you was unintentionally loud, neediness pricking momentary irrationality in you.
Hearing you asking for more him had Eddie's world spinning and cock pulsing.
"'M gonna give it to you, but you gotta be quiet for me," he grunted. "Just a little longer."
You gave him agreement by stretching your neck up to meet his lips, kissing him into a wet mess. He adjusted his legs, slightly kneeling to give him better leverage to fuck you. As his hips picked up moving again, a thought struck his fuzzy mind. He broke the kiss.
"Baby, need you to do somethin'," he uttered in that deep bass his voice takes on during sex. "When you cum, be as loud as you want."
"E, he's gonna hear." You emphasized the words quietly, gesturing with your head to the phone you held with a clammy hand.
"I know" was all he said before snapping back and stuffing his cock meanly into your sopping pussy. Your hand was jostled from his hair to the broadness of his back, muscles strong beneath taught pale skin. You had to dig your nails in for grip, trying to hold on and not scream from how incredible he felt.
    Missionary was not a position you two used often. It was too romantic, though you blamed it on its "vanilla" reputation; nothing was vanilla when Eddie was as huge and skilled as he was.
In fact, being able to see him up close in the position was launching you toward your orgasm so quickly that you couldn't even think. His eyes were like polished cedar, brown and glossy as he maintained an unbroken gaze.
The curled mess of his hair hung around his broad shoulders and strands of his bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat. Pink, plump lips that kiss you just how you need him every time were parted to let out throaty breaths. His cheeks, flecked with faint spots and a tiny vertical scar, had flushed the most delectable red hue.
It was impossible to conceal the small uh's and hah's that slipped your lips. Eddie couldn't get enough of them, fueled to fuck you harder so he could hear them louder.
    You loved being able to hear him too. He was no doubt the one in charge, but you had the ability to make him fall apart with such ease. There was a longing in your chest to hear him praising you, something he was holding off on since Steve was still a third party to this.
Normally, the older male would be coaxing you to your orgasm. He always hit this point where you were squeezing him so tight that his mind got lost, absolutely drunk on you and how you felt.
Feel so fucking good, babe. Jesus, you're fuckin' tight. Wanna hear those pretty noises when you cum for me. Perfect pussy squeezin' me just right. Gonna fuck you like this forever, beautiful girl.
He was biting his tongue now, only letting flat huffs and the occasional groan fly free. But you knew the things that drove him crazy.
    You lifted your hips, wrapping your legs around his waist to keep him closer. It made you suck his thick cock even more, pussy suctioning him to its limit. The angle had his tip spearing into your stomach and he could feel it. He hissed through his teeth.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ," he groaned. Your warmth was gripping him like a vice and it had the muscles in his abdomen tightening. His thrusts stuttered only a second before they increased in intensity.
Harder, deeper, faster.
"Fuck! Eddie, Eddie," you gurgled, tongue twisted and mind entirely mush. Reckless abandon took over you, leaving Steve entirely forgotten. "Oh my-hah-ah...Baby, baby please!"
The pitched whininess to your voice was a telltale sign of your climax. Eddie stroked a hand up your side, thumb rubbing your tummy.
"Let me hear your pretty sounds," he purred. "Let go, baby. Cum for me."
You were a goner.
    With the sensitivity of your cunt, you came suddenly, harshly. A flash of white light overtook your vision and your head pushed back into the pillow. As Eddie continued grinding himself deep into you, your back arched up off the mattress to press your body against his chest.
The noise that rattled your throat was somewhere between a sob and a moan. As your body seized up, the plastic phone dropped into your shoulder. Your fingernails dug further into the reddened lines they scratched on Eddie's toned back.
Your juices mixing with the cum he was fucking back into you made a wet squelching as he continually rammed in. He thrust through your high as his balls tightened and he couldn't take any more. His rings pinched your skin as he clamped down on your hips for leverage.
"Pretty girl takin' me so good." Eddie began the mindless ramble he often does as he unravels. "Pussy was made for me. Pretty...fuck, 'm gonna cum. Gonna cum inside my girl. My sweets-"
    Despite your exhaustion and subspace blankness, you gasped at the sensation of the hot flood of his cum coating your walls. His cock throbbed as you squeezed him for every drop. Eddie panted in heavy breaths as he continued to slackly thrust.
He let his sticky body rest on yours gently while his dick softened inside you. Your legs dropped onto the mattress and you relaxed, letting your breathing regulate.
The wordless recovery was one of the best parts of sex with Eddie; both of you making dulcet sounds, bodies pressed together...just you and him in a cloud of euphoria and heat.
    That peaceful moment was cut terribly short when Steve's furious voice boomed through the phone speaker. He was loud enough that you both could hear him even as the landline lay in the crook of you.
"Are you having sex right now? You're fucking some other guy?! Answer me, (Y/n). I swear to God..."
Eddie lifted his head up from your chest to clutch the phone, believing you were too out of it. As he was about to scream back at your boyfriend, your small hand encased his large one. You nodded at him and took the phone.
    Though you appreciated his protectiveness of you, this was yours to handle. Steve Harrington had screwed you over, treated you like shit too many times.
No more.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Is that wrong of me to do?" you began. You didn't know tonight would be the night you duke this out with him, but here you were.
"Are you fucking kidding?!" Steve snapped, obviously fuming. "You're cheating while you're on the phone with me!"
"You wanna talk to me about cheating, Steve? That's hilarious. Really fucking ironic, don't you think? I'm not an idiot. Heather, Tina, Linda, Tracy, god damn Carol!"
    The words you spat made him shut up. You took a moment to breathe, the anger toiling inside you mixed with the heat of sex. Eddie collected your tangled hair to lift off your neck, preventing you from overheating.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Steve deadpanned. "I knew you could be a real bitch, but slut trumps that by a long shot."
The phone was ripped out of your grasp before you could reply. Eddie had heard and he was fucking seething. In the low lamplight of the room, you swore you saw fire in his eyes.
"Talk to her like that again and no girl will ever want to be seen with your reconstructed face," Eddie threatened. His voice was booming, full of venom.
"A cheating, classless, daddy's money douchebag like you could never take care of a girl like her. Don't worry, 'cause I've got it covered. Fuck you."
    You flinched at how hard he slammed the phone back onto its holder. His shoulders broadened as he inhaled a deep breath and released it, shaking with anger.
However, when he brought his face back to you it was soft and kind...those eyes cradling you inside their vision like the most precious thing he's ever seen. Without thinking, you used two slim fingers to brush back his hair with a tender touch.
"Are you okay?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.
He leaned his weight onto his left side, hip meeting the mattress. His soft length remained inside you, plugging up the creamy mess you two made. Your body moved with his, angled just slightly as he used a grip on your waist to keep you ever so close.
"Mhm," you hummed, closing your eyes momentarily. You were dazed, worn from going at it for hours with Eddie and exerting the rest of your energy on Steve.
The tattooed boy tipped your hips as he pulled out, making you wince at the sensation. Feeling that empty after being stuffed full all night had you tingling. He kissed your cheek with saliva-shined lips and reached blindly around the bedside. Your eyes blinked open slowly upon the contact of him wiping you clean with his bandana.
Mindlessly you ran your hand up and down his warm bicep. He swiped the cloth delicately over your swollen folds, taking care not to hurt the sensitive area.
    As he cleared the wetness, you watched his eyes, glossed and mesmerized that were glued to your sex. You breathed a hum of amusement; he was still shamelessly addicted to your pussy, even when he was showering you with the tender aftercare he did every time.
"Thank you," you expressed. It was an innocent utterance into a room heavy with sweat and lust. Eddie's gaze met yours and you blinked, tiredly.
"I told you before, you don't have to thank me for cleaning up, sweetheart." He scrunched his nose cutely.
"I didn't mean for that."
"You don't have to thank me for making you cum," he remarked with a cocky smirk.
"Not that either, you dork." You poked your red-varnished fingernail into the black ink on his peck. As your round-cheeked smile faded, the eye contact between you two intensified.
    For fuck buddies who keep one another secret, you sure do look at one another with a lot of endearment. Maybe it's because of how intimately you know one another from the sex. Deep down you both know it's more than that; you just don't want to admit it and ruin what you have.
"I meant thank you for helping me finally get rid of that jerk," you mumbled. It made him smile genuinely with those dimples that charmed his way into your pants many months ago.
"Fun way to do it, wasn't it?" he teased, wiggling his eyebrows. He circled you in his arms, one slipping beneath your neck and the other wrapping around your back.
Both your hands rested on his chest when he tugged you closer. Naturally, your legs tangled into a jumble as your bodies were constantly magnetized to be as near as possible. It was a state of calm that you never felt with anyone else.
"I couldn't handle hearing you cry over him anymore," Eddie admitted. His voice rumbled under where your palms were flattened. "He never deserved you and you didn't deserve to feel like that."
    The wavering breaths you released tickled his pale skin, still burning. He seemed to always have the right words and the ability to make you feel good. You scooted your face closer to his on the silken pillow.
"I feel a lot better now," you murmured.
"I bet you do," he smirked. "I think that big finale was the loudest you've ever been. 'Oh, Eddie! Oh, baby!'"
His teasing mockery of your moaning made you roll your eyes, but his big dimply smile got you. You burst into giggles as the inches between you closed and his nose bumped yours.
You didn't need Steve; you never did. It was your friends with benefits, your fuck buddy, your dirty little secret who finally made you realize it.
    A blissed smile formed on your plumped lips when Eddie kissed your forehead and hugged you against him. Relaxation soothed your sore muscles as you had nothing left to worry about.
Not then, anyway. It was just you and this perfect boy who respected you and made you scream with pleasure.
Cuddling in the afterglow with him, it wasn't long before you were both fast asleep, velvet skin pressed warmly together as you rest your tired bodies.
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âlife without you.â
summary; months after breaking up with them, they come for reconciliation.
warnings; heartbreak, break-ups
note; wowowow the first part to this blew up and i am so beyond thankful for all the love! after this comes more requests :D
!! divider by @cafekitsune !!
first part | angst ending
âwe should probably see other people.â
àŒ*·Ë. xavier
it had been a couple of months since you broke things off with xavier and the way his face had contorted into one of subtle shock made you feel, well, better about things. although it had pained you to say the words, knowing that he was instantly hit with something â be it guilt, regret, sadness, whatever â made you feel better knowing it meant he still cared enough about you.
though the months of silence that followed had you second guessing that notion, no matter how many times you tried to tell yourself it was normal for this to happen and that you should take advantage of this time. you would never admit to anyone the many nights you would spend on your couch, waiting around late at night hoping that knock would come on your door and your sleepy hunter would be on the other side.
perhaps you ended up manifesting it one too many times, however, because now you stand pj-clad in your doorway with one hand on your hip and a raised brow as xavier held out a round, marshmallow-looking stuffed bunny to you.
âwhatâs this?â you deadpanned, knowing exactly what he was doing â you just wanted to hear him say it.
xavierâs lips pressed into a tight line as he avoided your eyes and muttered, âi really screwed up. i didnât realize how good things were with you until i lost you.â
you stayed silent, motioning for him to continue when he glanced your way.
âi donât deserve to ask you for forgiveness, let alone should i expect you to take me back,â he said, holding your gaze, âbut iâd be even more of a fool not to try. iâm so, so sorry i put you in such a shitty situation.â
xavier pushed the bunny a little closer to you, brightening a bit as you took it into your arms. it was soft and downright adorable, a stuffed reflection of the man in front of you(though, again, something else on the list of things that wouldnât be admitted by you).
âi donât expect you to answer me any time soon,â he added quickly, filling the silence, âso iâll just ââ
âxavier.â
the blonde immediately shut his mouth, giving you his rapt attention. with a sigh you look from the bunny to him before extending a hand to him, albeit hesitantly.
âi was in the middle of watching a movie,â you said, earning a confused look. âdo you want to finish it with me?â
if your heart wasnât racing by that point, the way xavierâs face broke out in a grin before he grabbed your hand excitedly and pulled you into your own apartment had it pounding against your rib cage like a drum.
àŒ*·Ë. rafayel
you recieved a torrent of snarky, snappy texts following your brief break-up with rafayel. he switched between gaslighting you that nothing was happening and that you were overreacting to him acting nonchalant about the whole thing; it was so bad that you had to block his number before you even got back to your apartment, which was a few blocks away.
it was weird to not have your phone blowing up all day long but, at the same time, the silence was a sort of reprieve while you dealt with the emotional repercussions of the whole situation. it allowed you some peace of mind and gave you the space needed to cope and, with the months that followed, grow more comfortable with not being in a relationship anymore.
you had finally found yourself at peace once again, keeping yourself busy with things to do like trying out the new restaurant downtown. as you were getting ready to head out, a knock came from your front door.
âjust a minute!â you called, adjusting the collar of your blouse in the mirror before heading to the door and opening it. âoh.â
standing in front of you was rafayel and thomas, the latter giving you a sweet smile and a wave.
ânice to see you!â he chirped before giving rafayel a shove on the shoulder and gesturing to you. âiâll be in the car.â
âgood seeing you, too, thomas,â you called as he walked off, then turned to rafayel. âso. it took your manager forcing you for you to come see me?â
rafayel pouted at you and crossed his arms over his chest. âlast i checked, youâre the one who blocked my number.â
you barked out a laugh, unsure as to why youâd be surprised about the audacity of this man. âwell, maybe itâs because you tried to downplay my feelings!â
âwell iâm sorry, okay?â rafayel retorted, matching your raised volume. âthere, happy?â
âhappy?â you echoed, running a hand down your face. ârafayel, if you really think ââ
âyouâre right.â
you froze, biting back the rest of your statement and raising a brow. âiâm right?â
rafayel nodded, dropping his arms to his sides. âi fucked up. like truly, undoubtedly fucked up. and here i am, thinking i can just say sorry and fix it all but thatâs not how it works. iâve got this whole front to keep up to protect my stupid ego but. . .â he sniffles and you realize there are tears in his eyes but he continues before you can speak up.
âfuck my ego,â he spat, clearly more angry at himself with every word he spoke. âmy life has been complete and utter shit without you in it. i thought i knew what i was doing but i was wrong and i canât even begin to express how sorry i am. i donât deserve forgiveness or anything from you but gods you deserved an apology and i hope this is at least somewhat sufficient.â
rafayel sniffled again, the tip of his nose reddening as he wiped at his eyes. you were shocked to say the least, rooted to the spot as you watched the man you always thought to be so invulnerable breaking down in front of you.
slowly you reached out and your hands pulled his away from his face. he looked at you with wide, teary eyes as your hands cupped his face, your thumbs brushing the few remaining tears away. he whispered your name and you sighed, feeling all the hardened feelings towards the artist and your breakup softening to mush.
âiâve missed you,â he whispered, leaning into your touch, and everything gets thrown out the window as you press a quick kiss to his forehead, then his cheeks, then the corner of his lips.
âi missed you too,â you said quietly. âcome inside â iâll tell thomas that iâll drive you home later.â
àŒ*·Ë. zayne
his coldness towards you was to be expected but still stung more than you couldâve expected. what made the break-up even worse was that you had to do it at the hospital and she was present for it all. you had tripped over your words and felt like a fool but knew, deep down, it needed to be done to prevent you from spending another sleepless night.
you had accounted for the way youâd feel when youâd find his clothes in your laundry; youâd accounted for the way your heart would surge whenever the rare occurrence came that youâd see him out and about in linkon city; everything was thought out and prepared for to avoid feeling too harshly.
what you had failed to account for, however, was how youâd feel when you came home one day to find zayne sitting on your couch with at least ten different bouquets of flowers surrounding him.
first it was shock â you quite literally dropped all your belongings. zayne raised an eyebrow at your reaction as if it wasnât incredibly surprising to see him sitting in your apartment after having months of no contact.
second it was realization â you hadnât taken your spare key back. as soon as it hit you your shock wore off and you groaned, running a hand down your face. after a long day at work this was the last thing you were expecting and needed.
last came the indifference. you gestured to him, then to the door. zayne stood slowly and walked around the bouquets, heading for the door. you were surprised up until he shut the door and headed back to his original spot on the couch.
âzayne,â you deadpanned. âthat was a sign for you to leave.â
âdo you really want me to leave?â the doctor asked, his steely gaze sending shivers down your spine.
no. âwhy are you even here?â you asked, defeated, purposely avoiding the question. âmonths of not talking and you suddenly appear in my apartment? what gives?â
âi need to apologize,â zayne replied bluntly, gesturing to the plethora of flowers surrounding him. âdid the flowers not make that obvious? are they not enough? should i have gotten more?â
he looked somewhat distraught as he looked around him and you shook your head with a sigh to cover up the way the corners of your mouth twitched. youâd hardly seen zayne so stressed let alone stressed over flowers and if they were enough for you.
âzayne, the flowers are lovely,â you assured him. âmore than i know what to do with, though.â
zayne nodded slowly, a bit more at ease. he stood once more and walked over to you, stopping right in front of you. he took a deep breath and looked you square in the eye, though you noted the way his eyes flitted down to your lips for a split second.
âwhat i did, how i treated you, all of it was unacceptable,â he said softly and you couldnât help but already feel him worming his way through your walls. âi donât know what i was thinking â or if i was even thinking at all. you are the most caring, respectful, and loving partner anyone could ever ask for. i was so lucky to have you by my side and i foolishly messed everything up.â
you wanted to reach out and wrap your arms around him, truly, but he still looked as if he had more to say so you held yourself back for a moment longer.
âyou are everything to me,â he said, âand i will do whatever i need to do to regain your trust, your love, everything. however long it takes â days, months, years, nothing else matters to me more than you.â
you were in awe of the man standing before you, so moved by his words and actions that you couldnât help but wind your arms around him and pull him close to you. you could feel him relax in your embrace, something that nobody else could do no matter what. with your cheek pressed to his chest, you smiled to yourself as you felt him press a kiss to the crown of your head and his arms wrap tightly around you.
âsince i went a little overboard with the flowers,â he mumbled, âdo you think we should take them down to the hospital and give them out to the patients?â
there he was. your zayne. sweet, compassionate, loving zayne.
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Please, I'm really sorry
Tags: NO spoilers for season 2, sadness, rude treatment, mentions of death
I doubt this is in character, so treat it as a silly sketch. Writing text is harder than headcanons..
MY ENGLISH IS BAD AND THERE MAY BE MEANING ERRORS
You adore Jinx; you love and tolerate her. Your acquaintance was unexpected, and your subsequent friendship was spontaneous. You were choking with tears after losing your mother when she found you. This girl saved you so easily, as if it were so easy. Jinx never told you about the past, but when the voices in her head became too loud, you didn't need an explanation. You saw how bad she becomes and what consequences it can bring. Afterwards, you promise yourself to always be there so that you can prevent the irreparable. This was not always successful.
After Silco died, things got really bad. Jinx tried to continue his work, to be strong and collected. But this is Jinx. Your Jinx. And she never was and never will be like this. Maybe that's why she's been so rude to you, taking it out on you because she's under so much stress. Sooner or later it will all end, and she will be able to look at you again without irritation.
You forgive Jinx for everything: the harsh words, the insults, the hits. Because she always apologizes after. And you don't care that it's not sincere at all. You love her; she is the only thing you have.
The day started out quite normally. You and Jinx were sitting in Silko's office, which is still called that way to this day, on the initiative of Jinx herself. It was all quite nice: she decided to share with you many thoughts about the future, which happened quite rarely. But then Sevika came in. And with her came terrible news. Shimmer production had been disrupted again. The enforcers blew up the plant, dealing with the guards there without any particular problems. And she just walked out after saying that. Just one look from Jinx made it clear how bad she was feeling right now,
"It's not your fault, and..." â you're interrupted by a rude "shut up." Jinx, who had been sitting on the table quite relaxed, now clutched her head, her eyes closed, and her breathing quickened. Just a few moments ago she was vulnerable, and now she's rude to you again. "You don't understand me at all," Jinx said in a breaking voice, hiding her face in her knees. It was painful to hear. We have been through a lot together. But she's worse off, and you step over yourself again: "I love you, Jinx. What do you want me to do?". You tell her this so often, so sincerely and naively. Her reaction to your words is always different; you can never guess, and now she again hits you: "I want you to stop being so useless and just help me." Jinx whispered, still struggling with her emotions. She hadn't let herself get angry, panicked, or sad that easily since Silco died. No tears. She kept herself under control. And is that what she thought all along? It's your fault; you're just doing a shitty job. Obviously, sitting here with her is not what she wanted. It looks so painful for you. The girl you love is suffering so much; why don't you just make it easier? That day you stayed, having endured many insults and a couple of blows.
Usually you stayed by Jinx's side, always supporting her and helping her with many tasks. For example, maintaining her authority in the city, keeping an eye out for possible rats nearby, and always saving your love from nervous breakdowns. But now you're by Sevika's side, at a shimmer production plant. You didn't tell Jinx anything; you didn't even think she would ask and worry. You need to act more decisively, as she wanted it. The task was simple: wait until the enforcers come here and destroy them. You were never a good fighter, just a decent shot. Your skills were enough to protect yourself on the streets of Zaun, but they were nothing against well-trained law enforcement officers. That's why you stayed on the sidelines, watching from above and covering Sevika.
You realized how much you screwed up with this shit when you found yourself in the middle of a shootout. Things didn't go according to plan when Sevika was shot, and now you had to save her. Letting the woman lean on you, you ran upstairs. The sounds of gunshots, explosions, and screams confirmed your fears: this plant is finished. Neither the shimmer nor the people were saved. Adrenaline was pumping through you, and you didn't notice anything except the cherished goal.
You reached a safe place and fell. The rest was like a dream. Sevika sat next to you, trying to close the open wound. She tied it with a rag, shouting something about the presence of shimmer nearby. The wound seems to be on your legs, chest, and head. It was painful and cold. Severe weakness. How the hell did enforcers get you? You couldn't think, let alone remember. This woman was shaking you, trying to make you think, but you had already given up. You had lost, and you had screwed up so badly, Jinx would never forgive you. Sevika shouted something, and you didn't really listen; you just couldn't. And then your gaze focused on a blue spot... Jinx? You wanted to look at her one last time. She may be disappointed in you, angry, or simply empty towards you, but all this will not matter as long as she is here. Your eyes closed for just a moment.
" ...orr..."âYou can't see, only distantly hear. Such a nice sound; you've heard it before. The noise makes you open your eyes again. A flash of light disorientated you. Straining your eyes, you managed to make out a silhouette in front of you. It was Jinx, and... she was crying. She was in complete disarray, desperately holding your face. She bit her lips every time she wanted to swallow the lump in her throat and continue talking. She was talking to you. What was she saying? Your damn body is so weak. "Hold on, just breathe. Please, I'm really sorry. I love you, I love you, I love you...",-She repeated it over and over while you felt the shimmer being injected into your body. You wanted to calm her down, to say "I love you" back. And all you did was watch silently. Your eyelids were so heavy, and your body suddenly seemed too weightless. You were being yelled at, shaken, and pricked with a shimmer stabbed over and over. And you were too weak to respond to it, closing your eyes one last time.
Jinx sincerely apologizes this time. It's a pity that your mind was too weak to realize this.
it was short, unclear and stupid đ„Ž Wrote this in a hurry while I'm taking a break from studying and writing other things.
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I set myself on fire to keep you warm.
Pairing: f. reader/Bakugo Katsuki.
tw: mention of break up, mention of violence but not described because bakugo isn't a bad boy, soft and persistent bakugo. SMUT +18 minors don't interact. (Soft sex)
a/c: the end of this trilogy, I hope you liked it đ
Part 1
Part 2
After the party, you didn't see him for a while. At least two weeks. A group of villains attacked his quadrant for a week straight unfolding in pairs each day. Even Shoto, your new partner, had to change teams and do a backup job.
The truth was that you were dying to know about him, and that felt wrong.
Friday came quickly, and so your day off. You were parking outside of your house, bringing the grocery bag with you and some little things you found that could work with your new home decoration. You even bought flowers for your new vessel.
Quickly, you turned the tv on, not expecting to see Bakugo in action, defeating a giant villain on the screen. The scenery was already controlled by the pros, Deku, Chargerbolt, and Cellophane were there, working as a team.
You changed the channel looking for a reality show, something that didn't remind you of your ex and everything that occupied your mind since the last time you saw him, like calling him, for example.
Silly girl knows better, right? But, what if he was hurt?
You shook your head and poured a glass of wine in a cup. That glass of wine turned in two, and when you noticed what was happening the bottle was already empty.
You scrolled through your socials, the guys were headline in almost every page, even the group chat of endeavor agency made a special shout out to them, filling your phone with photos of him in high definition.
You: I think I'm going to do something I might regret.
You waited for the response from Mina but nothing happened. You could blame her later for what was about to happen.
His contact was opened on your screen, the green button functioning as a magnet to your fingers. What was the harm in calling him? You could just ask about the fight, professionally purpose only, to gather techniques. After all, you were a little rusty in battle combat.
You were just making excuses not to feel like a shitty person. You needed to get your head clear but right now you were about to cry. Damn, you missed the bastard.
That was the hint you needed to press the button.
It ringed, one, two, three times.
"Hello?" He asked, agitated.
You felt nostalgic. After every big fight, he liked to steam some stamina off. To cool it down, like he used to say.
"If this a fucking prank you'll hear from me, I'll blast your shitty ass to-
"Hey," your voice sounded light.
You could hear how he dropped the weight he was lifting.
"Is that you?" He murmured, not believing. Maybe it was a prank from one of his friends. No, they would never do that to him. They feared him enough.
"Mmhm," you nodded even if he couldn't see you.
Silence flowed in the line. It was awkward, but not in the bad way. It was awkward for Bakugo, at least, because he never expected to be you when to phone rang. He knew that he had to be the one trying, but right now, after the party, after the fight, he was just taking his time to think about his next step.
"Are you drunk?" He asked straightforwardly.
"What? No!" You tried to defend yourself, but the uncommon pitch in your tone gave you away.
"You sound like it." You could feel his smug smile appearing on his face.
"I'm not gonna lie. I had this bottle of wine, and it just poofed itself out of existence, " you sighed. You were tipsy, but you knew exactly what you were doing.
He barked a laugh. A real one. The kind of laugh that made you feel it inside your bones. The kind of laugh that you missed for an entire year.
"It seems to me that you just chugged the bottle all by yourself." The tone in his voice was playful and his mind started to get those memories where you used to call him everytime you went out with your friends, finding a way to leave your friends alone and sneak to the bathroom or some place quiet just to hear his voice and tell him to pick you up earlier.
"How do you know that I'm by myself?"
The question made him shake his head.
"If you were with Mina or with somebody else, you wouldn't have called." He was probably right, you thought to yourself, Mina would've melted your phone down with acid before you even thought of calling your ex.
He liked the way that conversation flowed. With you, the talking about everything, the expressing, the feeling, everything was so easy for him. He felt nostalgic and eager to win you back. He needed this in his life, and he needed you.
"For the record, I warned Mina that I was going to do something stupid"
"Do you think this is stupid?" He pried for your answer. The moments you were taking to answer something so simple got him on the edge of the gym bench. "No bullshit, okay? Because I don't think this is stupid at all"
You closed your eyes for an instant, trying to think aside from the alcohol boost. You needed to get your mind clear because you had this idea in your mind, but once the idea left your mind, it was over for you and for him. In a good way.
"Why don't you pick up your stuff and come home already?"
...
To say that it took him ten minutes to arrive at your house is just an exaggeration. He made it in seven when most people took at least twenty. You were waiting for him in the front porch, the same porch that he paced over and over the first time he saw you in a year. You were standing there, with your arms crossed in front of your chest because the night was cold, but, you wanted to be there to see him, to wait for him, and to feel the excitement that was seeing him after a long day or in this case, week.
He saw your figure from his car. The tinted glass did him a favor. He was sweating. He couldn't stop rubbing his hands in his pants to ease the feeling of wetness and couldn't stop looking at you while doing it. Bakugo realized that he was taking much time regulating himself so he turned off the car and breathed three times to try to calm his heartbeat. It didn't work. He never had been that pented up about something, not an interview, not even a fight, but now his heart was about to explode.
You waved your hand at the sight of him. He didn't reciprocated but instead, he stomped to your front yard, opening the small gate that led to your garden. He climbed one step and the other so his face would be at the same level from your face.
"Hi," you said again, smiling fondly. God, you've missed him.
"Hey princess," he used the same petname that he has called you since he met you.
"Do you want to come in? Or should I go for myself so you can stay and find my spare key and use it? " You asked jokingly. He rolled his eyes but smiled a bit. "I swear that it's in a better spot, I hid it so well this time, you'll never going to find it"
"I bet you bought those fake ass rocks online and put it underneath it"
He knew you like the palm of his hand. You looked shocked, but he was just smug about it. Bakugo found it cute how you could be so naive with your antics and how he could easily read you even in the most idiotic things.
"Fuck, it's always so hard with you. Not my fault that you have such a big brain. " You flicked his forehead, and he was quickly to take your hand in his.
"Not my fault you don't even try"
That was sort of a deja vĂč. You used to fight on and on when you were in UA. Aizawa sensei loved putting you and him in spare combat that mostly ended up in the both of you yelling at each other. That line was one that you two used the most when he got you pinned down to the floor mat.
You laced your fingers with his fingers and led him inside your house. The TV was on, replaying one of your favorite episodes from your comfort series. He could recite the complete episode without missing a word because he was there every time you put it on his tv.
"You are watching this crap again?" He said mockingly.
"It's a classic, and I needed to do all the things I usually do when I have a bad idea in mind in order to keep it out, but right now, the bad idea is standing right in front of me" you stuck your tongue out and he pinched your nose a little giving you a peak of his soft side.
The vibe was thrilling. It felt like static vibrating his and your heart. You could feel his presence in your skin, aching for his touch, and he could feel your delicacy and love, always wearing your heart upon your sleeve.
"I'm going to make you some food so you can worn the booze off," he walked like he owned the place and moved around your kitchen gracefully, knowing exactly where you placed all the pots and ingredients.
The mere fact that he was there, like old times, made you feel butterflies in your stomach. The domestic treat of him taking care of you never got old in your senses. You had your moment, running away after the argument and the bad mental time that you were having because of lack of reasoning, then you completely ghosted him, trying to put in the past six years like he was nothing. And there he was, acting like nothing ever happened.
"These are very rare. Where did you get them?" He asked, lifting one of the ingredients and taking you out of your dissociation.
"Mhm, I don't remember," you told him, sparing a glance to the object. You walked towards him until you were by his side.
"What?" He said, contemplating your gaze.
You softened your face, and tears pricked at the corner of your eyes. Alcohol made you emotional.
"I'm so sorry," you told him.
His body was stiff, like a rock, but his emotions were blossoming in his face. He turned off the stove and passed his right arm behind your neck, pulling you to his broad chest. He took the chance that you weren't seeing him to give himaself out, exposing every feeling and every thought he had been running in his mind for the past year.
"I'm sorry too, baby," he murmured in your head. "I was supposed to be by your side, and I failed, I was a bad excuse of a boyfriend"
"I should've never abandoned you," you cried.
"I wasn't the one you deserved," he explained. "Right now, I know I am, fuck, I would even set myself on fire to keep you warm, to keep you by my side, to make you happy"
Your tears stained his shirt, leaving marks all over his pecs. He placed gentle kisses in your hair, soothing every regret and remorse out of your system.
You pulled yourself out of his embrace to look at him in the eyes.
"I never stopped loving you," you whispered.
He looked at you like you were his dreams come true. His eyes were glossy, wandering every inch of your face, looking for maybe a mistake, for you backing out of what you just said, but he didn't find a trace of guilt. You were genuine.
He couldn't keep it anymore.
His lips graced yours carefully, waiting for you to flinch or for a reaction so he could stop, but once again, you were eager too, you wanted him in every possible way.
Your lips smashed together, tearing apart all your armors. His lips graced yours, and his tongue made his way to your lips, tracing patterns until you opened for free access. He was desperate to taste you. You grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulled him closely, and then moved your hand to his neck, tugging the baby hairs of the nape of his neck.
"I like your new hairstyle" you mentioned in between sloppy kisses.
"Yeah?" He asked lost in you.
"It's different, shorter in the sides, you look pretty hot," you giggled when his smug smile crashed in your lips. "Don't let that compliment get over your head please"
"Oh, it's already there," he said, grabbing your thighs with one hand and tapping your lower back for you to jump.
You jumped, and he catched you without any effort, putting you on the kitchen table. Even with that boost of inches, you were just the same height as him, looking him straight in the eyes. His mouth was swollen and red, and your lipstick smuged in his lips. Before you could wipe it off, his lips found your neck, and he started kissing and nipping.
"Oh my, Katsuki," you moaned, he grunted at the sense that you were not able to control yourself anymore.
"Damn baby, I don't how I lived without you like this"
You locked your legs on his lower back, leaving him against your core, making you feel the heartbeat of your two members pulsing against each other.
His dick was already twitching in his pants and you were wet just for a few kisses. The time apart made its job. You weren't sure if you could take much time without feeling him completely inside of you.
"Baby" you panted. "I need you, like right now"
He always liked you when you mouthed your desires. It wasn't so common of you, so when it happened, it pented him up even more.
Beneath all the anger and sadness that he felt because of you leaving him, it was this Katsuki, the one who was like a kid with you, the one that could forgive you for everything you do knowing that you wouldn't do anything to hurt him. If you were right here with him, that was enough for him to put all his trust with you again.
You wouldn't leave him either.
Katsuki could feel you writhing against his body. After your plead, he detached his lips out of your neck and moved his hands to undone his pants first, taking all the breath of your lungs because the sight of his cock.
"Shit," you murmured to yourself, but his side smile made you notice that he heard that too.
Without any words, he grabbed your waist to pull you more to the edge of the kitchen table, positioning you to make you two more comfortable. After that, he decided that it was better for the two of you to take you on the kitchen stool, so he grabbed your ass and, without even thinking of it, nor even warning you, he took you and left you sitting in front of him.
"Are you sure?" His voice low ringed in your ears. You didn't want anyone but him. You nodded, allowing him to take off your pajamas shorts. "Open your legs," he demanded, and you obeyed.
In mere seconds, you were exposed to him. Glistening eyes wandered your body like it was sculptured by gods.
God damned him if he loses you again.
Putting his forehead against yours, he aligned himself in your entrance. He showered your nose with little pecks, trying to dissipate the growing but pleasant pain inside you.
"Fuck" you moaned against his lips and he swallowed all your pants like it was an elixir.
"You feel so good, baby," he muttered, buckling his hips into you.
He made it slow at first, but then, you could feel his balls slapping, putting the perfect amount of friction that you needed to be close to cloud nine. You were aching for him, following his pace to make it more delectable. He bit your shoulder to release some stamina and last a little longer, but he couldn't fool no one. His balls were tightened, trying to suppress the instinct to free his load inside you.
"I wont last long" he assured. "It's been a year"
His faint breath against your shoulder made you shiver.
"What? You didn't-"
"No. I tried, " He answered before you could even ask.
"Did you?"
You were curious. You couldn't blame yourself for wanting to know what did Katsuki in your year outside.
"I mean, I tried to date but never made it to the date part. Deku tried to set me up once, but I never showed"
That was kinda sad for the other person, waiting for him and getting nothing but an empty seat.
"I went out a few times, but I always ended up talking about you" you added in between pumps. "Even from a distance you cockblocked me"
He grunted low, almost devilish, like it was everything he ever wanted.
"That's what I needed to hear, that this little pussy is just f'me" he said in the shell of your ear giving you full of his length, filling you nicely and touching with the head of his dick your g-spot repeatedly.
"Shit, fuck, Katsuki-" you were out of breath. He was riding you nice and slowly. "Keep going, keep going, shit"
"Fucking, fuck god"
His seeds sprouted inside yourself, painting your walls with white stripes. Your core squeezing his cock in a way that got him almost gripping to the kitchen table.
You couldn't keep your thoughts in your mind while your orgasm crashed with his together in an instant. He grabbed you by the hair, pulling it back to leave you exposed to him. Panting against your neck, he closed the distance, giving you little kisses in your throat while caressing your thighs with his other hand, your legs trembling on each side of his body.
"A year is too much," you said, touching the locks oh his hair. He let go of your hair just to look at your eyes. You looked exactly how you looked when he fucked your brains out.
"From now on, you're not leaving my side if you want to go and find yourself, we'll find you together"
He was dead serious, but the look on his face made you extremely happy so you couldn't hide your smile.
"I don't need to find me anymore, I know exactly who I am and what I want," you said, trying to give him all sense of security back. He never doubted your words.
That night was his dream came true. You, half naked, against his chest in his big ass bed that he once thought it was too big for him alone, your legs intertwined with his, soft pants leaving your lips. You wouldn't go anywhere.
He knew that, eventually, you would be like this with him. He knew that he needed to be better for him and for you first. He knew that time would patch everything up and make you come back. He knew that this time, he would do everything in his hands to make you happy.
What he didn't know is that you were counting the days to make your way back to him.
He was absorbed in his thoughts while you sleep soundly in his arms. Thinking about the future, to be better, thinking about the past, to not making the same mistakes. He couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with you, and also, he couldn't wait to rub the news to Deku and to make him feel like a loser for setting him up with a poor girl who never stood a single chance.
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You're like the sun
MDNI 18+ | Part 2 | Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader | 2,3k words | fem!Reader, assistant!Reader, protective!Simon, intrusive thoughts briefly mentioned that are quickly squashed, drinking mentioned, reader is described as curvy (one mention), probable military inaccuracies | if I forgot a tag/tw please tell me, I'm new to this | divider by @cafekitsune | Read on AO3
You're like the sun. Simon hates the sun. Always too bright, too warm, beaming up at him with that celestial smile, and if he stares at you for too long your face imprints at the back of his eyelids; forcing him to bask in your light even when he turns his gaze away.
You bring him tea in the mornings â knocking confidently on his office door, waiting for his gruff grunt of acknowledgement before entering, too chipper, too bright. It's Earl Grey, a dash of milk, just to his taste, and he fucking hates that it's perfect. He questioned your motives the first time it happened, and with a melodic voice you told him you're bringing Captain Price his coffee and Simon's office was just on the way. Never faltering under his scrutinising gaze, only calling out a sweet goodbye before disappearing the way you came. It takes him weeks before he realises he never told you how he likes his tea, and by that point it's too late to ask.
One week you're out; sick, some stomach bug Price told him when he asked point blank about your absence on the second day. It's not that he misses you, of course not, he had just gotten used to the daily routine. He counted on you bringing him his morning tea like he counted on the sun to climb the horizon. So if he suppresses a smile underneath his mask when, after 5 days without your bright light, you grace the doorway to his office with a steaming mug and a wide smile, that would only be because he finally didn't have to make the beverage himself.
Before you, Simon would send his paperwork to Price via an unfortunate rookie that happened to pass by his door â threatening that even a glimpse inside the folder would be answered with violence. Too comfortable in his own space to venture outside and possibly subject himself to pointless small talk with soldiers he couldn't care less about. Now, he finds himself walking the hallway between his office and Price's, placing the files on your desk without a word. That's what you're there for, he tells himself. You're the assistant, it's your job to deliver whatever paperwork that was meant for the Captain. He doesn't scold or threaten the sun when it beams down at him from high up in the sky, so why would he utter a hateful word in your direction when you flash him that blinding smile and do your job?
It takes Price 4 months until he convinces you to join him and the boys for a night out at the pub. It's not that you feel unwelcome or unwanted per se, but you know you don't belong â not like the rest of them. You're the newcomer, have never been in a firefight, never had a scar be inflicted upon you from an enemy getting too close. You read and write reports, take phone calls, pass along messages and bring caffeinated beverages. But after a particularly shitty week, a drink with some coworkers didn't sound so bad anymore.
Stepping into the crowded pub, a pretty dress accentuating your curves, you drew Simon's attention right away. Like any personification of a celestial body would, you commanded the room. But the other mensâ obvious stares ranging from salacious to malicious did nothing to deter you, your focus was on the booth in the far corner where the team was all sat. A wave and the usual radiant smile of yours was all the greeting they got before you held up a finger and backtracked to the bar to order.
âBonnie one, ain't she?â Johnny says, elbowing Simon in the ribs, eyes never leaving your form as you lean over the bar top to make your order heard over the music. Simon doesn't answer, but something ugly snakes across his chest, tightening around his heart. Of course Johnny had set his sights on you, and you would fall to his charm like every man and woman before you. It was a small miracle you hadn't already taken a tumble or two in the hay with the sweet-talking Scotsman.
Kyle scoots down the bench once you finally make your way over, a yellow and orange drink in hand. Despite your bad week your mood is as bright as the colours of your beverage, and Simon finds himself enraptured by your stories, your laugh. Even from across the table, the toe of your heels bumping against his rough boot with every shuffle of your legs, he can feel your warmth; it washes over him, makes the palms of his hands damp where they grip his beer glass tensely.
You fit in almost seamlessly with the squad. You talk in depth about some book with Price, you joke with Kyle, you flirt with Johnny. Had Simon been a better man, he would've offered you his seat so you could be closer to the Scottish Sergeant. But he's not a better man â he wants to be able to stare at you from across the booth, wants to observe your glow without distractions or interruptions. He's selfish, depraved, rude, a brute to put it simply.
So when Johnny offers to walk you home with a grin on his face, Simon fixes him with a steely glare and crosses his arms over his chest. âYou're not fucking the secretary, MacTavish.â
Johnny sputters some half-assed defence, but eventually shrinks back down in his seat. You stumble as you get out of the booth, feet tripping over themselves, and Simon's arm snakes around your waist to steady you.
ââM not a secretary,â you slur out, swaying slightly as he pushes open the door to the pub and leads you outside. The night air is crisp, cool, yet your body is warm where it rests heavily against Simon's side. ââM a personal assistant.â You sound so proud over the title too that it almost makes him chuckle; almost.Â
âYou answer calls and deliver mail,â he replies, downplaying your role like the right bastard that he is.
You huff in annoyance and displeasure, obviously deterred by his dismissal. He can't be sure, but for a second he senses a glimpse of hurt in your eyes. Why would you care what he thinks of your position? Didn't you get along with Johnny all night? Or maybe you're mad that he cockblocked you. Yes, that must be it. You're not sad that he doesn't truly understand your value, you're not annoyed that he dismissed your pride, you're angry because he wouldn't let Johnny walk you home and tuck you in tight.
The two block walk to your apartment building from the pub is done in silence. Simon has his arm around you the whole way, making sure you don't stumble and fall flat on your face.
âThank you,â you say as you lean against the door to your flat, fumbling with your purse to try and find the key. âFor walking me here. You didn't have to.â
âNo, I didn't,â he answers at length, because really, there was no reason for him to stay by your side the entire walk home. He could've called you a cab, he could've left you by the foyer instead of ushering you into the elevator and asking âwhat floorâ, he could've stayed put inside the pub. He could've done a hundred and one things instead of making sure you got inside your flat safe and sound with his own two eyes.
A sound of victory expels from your lips as you fish your key out of the mess that is your purse and hold it up for him to see, a big, drunken grin on your face.
When you stumble into your hallway, Simon thinks he must've lost his mind â you didn't close the door. Didn't you know that was dangerous? Didn't you know he was?
âCareful,â he mutters out as you nearly tumble over and hit your head at the corner of a table when reaching down to unsnap the buckles of your shoes. The lock clicks in place behind him.
He takes care of you that night; argues with you to brush your teeth and remove any makeup you had put on, makes sure you drink at least two glasses of water and take a painkiller before ushering you off to bed. He sleeps on the couch and it occurs to him how horrifyingly simple it would be to snuff out your light. He could walk away, leave your door unlocked for any degenerate to enter, or he could be personal about it; press a pillow over your face as you sleep, hold your throat in his hands with enough force to snap, maybe even steal a kitchen knife from the wooden block so primly placed near the stove.
It's a terrifying thought, one he forces out of his mind as soon as it enters. The sun doesn't deserve to implode just because he sometimes finds its brightness debilitating, and neither do you.
Nothing changes after that night, yet everything does at the same time. You still bring Simon his tea every morning, now with an accompanying crumpet or biscuit, he still hand delivers his paperwork to your desk, but now he stays for a minute to chat. He makes a simple typo once, misspells his own rank at the beginning of the report, just to get a few extra moments of your warmth as you stop by his office to point it out â but not to worry, you have already fixed it, you reassure with a smile.
You bake cupcakes a few weeks later, two for each of them, decorated with a light pink frosting that matches the shade of your top so perfectly Simon suspects you must have done it on purpose. You make Price call everyone into his office for a quick celebration; it's your birthday, and Kyle and Johnny both offer to throw a proper party, but you shake your head and tell them you already have plans to celebrate that weekend. To Simon's surprise they both back off, neither of them making a big fuss about not being invited. He dreams of pale pink sunsets that night.
The incessant ringing of his phone wakes him up, pulling him from a fitful sleep in the middle of the night. Too tired for formalities, he simply grumbles out a âwhat?â into the receiver, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Loud, drunken chatter, drowned out by the thumping bass of whatever club music that was playing in the background, met his ears for a few seconds before your voice broke through.
âHey, baby.â Baby. The nickname feels like a cold shower, making all his synapses fire, his attention at high-alert.
âWhat's going on?â He asks, already pulling on his jeans and searching for his keys. You don't sound like yourself, something is off and it makes a ball of anxiety furl tight in his gut.
âCan you come pick me up?â You ask in lieu of a proper answer, rambling off the address of whatever club you had found yourself at.
He's outside the club within minutes, probably breaking a handful of traffic laws, but none of that matters as he spots you â arms wrapped tight around yourself, slightly shaking from the cold night air, some sleeze talking you up despite your closed-off body language.
âOi!â He calls, drawing both your and the sleeze's attention.
âYou serious?â The sleeze mutters, distaste clear on his face as he eyes Simon up and down.
âSimon!â You fling yourself in his arms, a wide smile pulling at your lips as you press yourself against his solid form. You're cold to the touch, goosebumps littering your bare arms, and he drapes his jacket over you before he even realises what heâs doing.
âThis him then?â Sleeze asks. âThe boyfriend?â
âYup,â you answer, popping the p as you look back at him, still keeping yourself flush against Simon.
That explains the nickname then. You were trying to get rid of this jerk, and the only thing that works on people like him is telling them you're unavailable.
âLet's go, love,â Simon mumbles against the top of your head, just loud enough for the other man to hear.Â
âThank you,â you say once he's got you in the car, fingers nervously playing with the hem of the skirt of the dress you're wearing. It's another cute number that hugs you in all the right places, just like the one you wore that night in the pub. âI'm sorry I called. I'm⊠I'm sorry I said you were my boyfriend.â
âDon't worry âbout it,â Simon answers at length. He doesn't care that you had disturbed his sleep, he doesn't care that you had lied to a stranger about your relationship, he doesn't care that his jacket will undoubtedly smell like you once he gets it back â all he cares about is that you were safe, that despite the alcohol in your system you had enough wits about you to call him.
You kiss him on his cheek when he drops you off at your building, smiling softly before disappearing with a quick âsee you on Monday.â He doesn't realise until he's halfway back that he never asked for the jacket back.
It's nearing your one year anniversary as Priceâs personal assistant. You make the team cupcakes again, vanilla frosting this time. Everything is just as it was day one, yet nothing is the same. Because now Simon walks you to your car at the end of every day, because now he follows you home after the pub whenever you accompany the team on one of their outings, because now he calls you âloveâ, because now you hold his hand and kiss his cheek, because now when he compares you to the sun it's because you're all encompassing, life giving, eternal. Without your warmth, your light, your love, his world would be cold and cruel and lonely. You're like the sun. Simon can't live without you.
--- Masterlist
#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#call of duty#call of duty fic#my writing#sunshine x grumpy#ghost x reader#ghost cod#simon riley
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you know that feeling where youâre having a god-awful day and all you really want is a hug but youâre at work so, like, thatâs not gonna happen, and you basically just have to stew in all those shitty feelings and wait out the clock? yeah, me too, thatâs kind of where this came from.
Eddie had a tough day.
It had started early that morning when the girls missed their school bus â not a huge deal, honestly, he was already gonna be leaving early to go get his car looked at.
But then he got shitty news from the mechanic, and then a meeting with his agent didnât go the way heâd wanted at all, and then Hazel ended up being a total pain in the ass after he picked her up from kindergarten, and during her relentless haranguing, she knocked one of Eddieâs favorite mugs off the counter. It shattered, obviously, and she cried about it so heâd had to deal with both of those things at once, and it was just a day.
None of it was anything he couldnât handle â the problem was the compounding nature of it and the way he basically just had to stew in it all until the next obstacle came along and made shit even worse.
All Eddie really wanted was Steve, and how Steve being around made dealing with this stuff so much easier, even if every other circumstance was the same.
He has to share Steve, though, and today heâs sharing him with Steveâs work until four oâclock.
Itâs fine.
He can wait until four.
The older two girls got off their bus at half-past three, and, seriously, someone must have put something in the water this morning because they are in rare goddamn form today. If Hazel alone was bad, all three of them together wereâŠwell, thrice that. Itâs like the universe said I see your bad day and I raise you three elementary schoolers hitting their peak annoyance thresholds simultaneously.
And itâs not like Eddie can even fucking fold, either.
Itâs cold and kind of windy outside, which is Eddieâs least favorite weather and heâd thought maybe the girls would want to go right inside, but no. Of course they want to dig out the chalk that got stashed away in the garage last fall, and while Eddie is stuck shivering outside breaking up dumb arguments about whoâs allowed to use which colors (he figured the answer was an obvious everyone, but apparently thatâs incorrect), Steve leaves a message saying he tacked on an emergency session onto the end of his day and now heâs not out until five.
Eddie doesnât hear it until heâs back inside, obviously, but when he does itâs like someone ran a whole fucking dagger through his chest.
Heâs halfway through making dinner when Steve gets home (heâd actually be done making dinner if the pot of water hadnât boiled off while heâd dealt with yet another stupid argument), and he drops everything to meet him at the door.
Itâs like Steve can tell in an instant the kind of day Eddie had.
âWhat happened?â he asks as he toes off his shoes.
Eddie shakes his head, âEverythingâŠnothingâŠI donât even know. JustâŠone of those days.â
Steve nods his understanding, and as soon as heâs got his coat hung up heâs pulling Eddie into a hug.
It ends up being kind of a bone-crushing one â thatâs on Eddie, though. Heâd just fucking needed it. He knows heâd needed it when Steveâs arms tighten around his shoulders and he feels that much better.
âYou okay?â Steve asks without letting him go, the breath of his words hitting warm against Eddieâs neck.
âJust tired,â he answers.
Steve pulls away.
âYou can take a break, Ed,â he says, and thereâs something in his eyes â not concern, exactly, but more like awareness, âIâll be up in a bit.â
Eddie just nods and heads for the stairs. As he goes, he faintly hears Steve asking, âWhat the hell did you guys do to Dad today?â, followed by the girlsâ defensive protests.
In their room, Eddie makes it through one full rerun of Star Trek and then the first few minutes of a second before Steve joins him.
He notices that itâs quiet downstairs for the first time that evening, and he tries not to take it too personally. Heâs always been comfortable in the knowledge that Steve might be better at the whole parenting thing than him (psych degrees and all that), but, shit, if heâs that much betterâŠ
âWhatâd you do, strangle them?â Eddie asks as Steve swaps his jeans out for a pair of faded plaid pajama pants.
âNo, I told them that if I hear a single peep in the next hour Iâm beheading all their stuffed animals.â
Eddie blinks.
Okay, maybe better isnât exactly the right word.
âSo theyâre on verbal lockdown, basically,â Steve finishes.
âJesus Christ, Steve,â Eddie shakes his head, âYouâre kind of crazy.â
âYeah, well, you were always gonna rub off on me one of these days â donât.â
And Eddie couldnât help the way he threw his head back and laughed.
#idk steve is just eddie's person#he gets him -- all the way down to his ear for a dirty joke#steddie#livâs steddie dads verse#steddie dads#steve harrington#eddie munson
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I love the Logan-stabbing-Wade-during-a-nightmare-trope as much as anyone else, but I also think Logan would actively avoid anything that could cause that to happen.
When Wade says that they will be sharing a bed, Logan's eyes widen, looking over at the small couch. They would be close- pressed against each other- and even if Wade will heal from being stabbed in the chest, he doesn't want to hurt him.
It's different if they are fighting or something, but because of a shitty nightmare? Logan wasn't okay with hurting Wade in that way. He had already grown too fond of the other (not that he would say that too Wade yet, they had only just saved the world, give him at least a few days to verbalise any emotion) and the fact he might injure Wade when he isn't consenting (let's be real, they both wanted the previous fights), he isn't doing it.
He politely says he will sleep on the floor, and as much as Wade protests, he still does as he said. Logan gets given a blanket and some pillows, throws them on the floor under the window, and lays down to try and sleep.
Even then, he can't get the idea out of his head. Rogue hadn't been sleeping next to him, and he still managed to stab her, what would be different with Wade?
But he manages to push the thought away and fall asleep. And yeah, he does have his usual nightmare, but he manages to not stab anyone (or anything- atleast nothing important) and he doesn't see any sign of anyone waking up, which he takes as a win.
The second night is the same. And the third.
It isn't until a good month later that Logan trusts himself to even nap on the couch with Wade sat next to him, but he slowly manages to build himself up to that, and after another month, the idea of sleep next to Wade isn't so bad. His nightmares were alittle less intense and his claws were coming out less, but he still doesn't say yes to the invitations (every night, ever since the first, Wade has invited him to sleep in the bed with a promise of keeping his hands to himself) because there is still that chance, and Logan can't take it. Especially not now he is attached to Wade.
Eventually, when they all move out into a slightly bigger place, there is an option to share a room (Al gets her own, she told Wade and Logan to either share it, or one of them was sleeping on the couch, and if they fought then noone got the room). Not a bed, just a room- and to Wade's suprise- Logan takes it. Their beds are at either side of the room, as far apart as they can be, but this is a good step for Logan. They are still closer than they were in the old place (this one is still small, just has another room) and slowly Logan finds that he feels alot better sleeping in the bedroom. It feels safer and before he knows it, he has gone a week with no nightmare.
It's only a good three months into dating Logan decides that maybe they can share a bed. Wade hasn't pushed him once- he had actually opened up about the whole thing without much prompting, wanting to make sure Wade knew it wasn't anything to do with him of the way he looked (because he kne Wade would think that eventually)- and he had been very understanding of it.
So one night, when they both decide to head to bed, Logan hovers for a second and shyly asks if maybe Wade wants to cuddle tonight, and before he knows it Wade is jumping into his bed with a huge smile on his face with his arms open and waiting.
That's somehow making him feel better and worse- because now if he somehow has a nightmare then Wade's happiness about sharing a bed is going to be all he thinks about after- but he swallows the anxiety and crawls into the bed, cuddling up to Wade's chest with a small sigh.
Wade obviously can tell he's anxious, and is quick to rub soothing circles on his back and whisper that everything is okay, makes a few jokes about how he likes getting stabbed, then kisses his forehead and tells him to get some sleep.
And for the first time in years, Logan feels calm and safe enough to do just that, fall asleep with someone else right there.
Yes- he wakes up in the middle of the night in a panic purely because he thinks what if he had stabbed Wade?- but he hasn't. There is no blood. Nothing indicating injury. Wade is still sound asleep with his arms draped over Logan, no wound visible, no holes in his Hello Kitty night shirt.
He can't help but sigh in relief as he realises that everything is fine, and quickly manages to fall back asleep, waking up a few hours later to Wade burying himself closer to his chest.
It feels wierd. Someone trusts him enough to sleep so close to him, and he feels safe enough to sleep so close to someone, but it also feels good. Feels nice. Feels like progress. And even if it's something small, even if it's just cuddling in the same bed as his boyfriend, it's progress. Logan couldn't be happier.
#deadpool and wolverine#poolverine#wade wilson#deadpool 3#deadclaws#logan#wade winston wilson#deadpool#wade x logan#they are all i think about#the stupid gay babys#i love em
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Bad Day
part two
Bo Sinclair x fem!reader, Vincent Sinclair x fem!reader (not together, I donât do that twincest shite) A/N: I donât usually think about slashers until Halloween, but Iâve just had House of Wax brainrot for the past two weeks, so I wanted to get this out Warnings: graphic descriptions of violence (barely) Summary: Stranded on the side of the road with shitty friends, youâre forced to visit Ambrose, home of the infamous House Of Wax. Unfortunately for you, you manage to catch the attention of not one, but two of the Sinclair brothers.
âHey, whatâs that noise?â
Sarah looks over her shoulder at you and shrugs. âWhatâre you talking about?â
You roll your eyes and tap Dean on the shoulder, he grunts, the best answer youâll get from him. âPull over, I think somethingâs wrong with the car.â He gives you a questioning glance over his shoulder but shrugs and pulls onto the side of the desolate road.Â
You could hear the rest of your friends pulling up behind you in their truck as you hopped out. You walk to the front of the car, popping open the hood and immediately regretting it as a cloud of smoke blasts you in the face. âShit,â you hiss, backing up and fanning the air in front of your face.Â
âOh, fuck,â the angriest youâd ever heard your stoic friend Dean, and his voice was still barely above a whisper. Alison, Owen, Gwen, and Damien hopped out of their truck and came rushing over to the three of you.Â
âWhatâs going on?â
âSomethingâs wrong with Y/Nâs piece of shit car.â You rolled your eyes at Sarahâs bitchy attitude, you donât know why you agreed to this trip. You barely like any of them, they were horrible people and worse friends. Youâre pretty sure the only reason they invited you was because Owenâs truck couldnât fit all of them and you were the only one they knew with a big enough car for the rest.Â
âI saw a sign, some place called Ambrose, we could try there. Might have someone who could help.â
You all glanced at each other, each of you trying to come up with a solution, but nothing was better than Owenâs suggestion. What's the worst that could happen?
Your car had managed to make it long enough to get to some campground, you really hadnât been willing to just abandon it on the side of the road to be stolen. Now, you all sat in the grass, debating who should head into town.Â
âY/N should go. Itâs her car.â
âThank you, Allison,â you glared at her, âbut Iâm not willing to go into some strange town all on my own.â
Owen let out a loud sigh before he reluctantly said, âIâll go with you.â You were overwhelmed by his kindness. Not.Â
There was a high pitched scoff and you glanced over to see Allison glaring at her boyfriend. âYou volunteered real quick.â
âAlly-â
She held up a hand and walked off, struggling slightly over the damp ground with her heels. Owen trailed after her, offering you a barely there apology as he left you with everyone else. You were acutely aware of how none of them would meet your eye.Â
Up ahead, Ally was laying into Owen, probably another fight because she always thought he was trying to sleep with someone else. It didnât take you long to realize you were on your own. You really hated these people.Â
You stood up, shooting dirty looks over your shoulder as you started towards the woods Owen had determined would take you to Ambrose. âThanks babe!â
You flipped Gwen off and kept walking. You grumbled to yourself as you tripped down the steep hill and cussed each of them out every time your foot sank into mud. The further down the hill you got the worse it was starting to smell.Â
At first it was just musky and you assumed the stifling atmosphere was from the humidity. Then it started to really stink, putrid, rotting flesh stink. You gagged slightly the closer you got to the source of the smell. Your stomach was twisting and turning and you thought the skin inside your nose was burning as you tried to breath through your mouth. That only seemed to make it worse. Now you could taste the rot, feel it spilling down your throat.
âY/N, wait!â
You jumped, looking over your shoulder at Owen approaching you, the rest of your friends behind him. The distraction cost you, though, your foot got twisted in a root and you let out a loud yelp as you went flying headfirst down the hill. Â
âOh, shit!â You could hear them laughing behind you as you rolled down the hill, your ribs and elbows busting against random rocks and roots. You hissed in pain when you finally came to a stop, already feeling a dozen different scrapes all along your body.Â
You went to sit up but your hand sank into something soft and gooey, and oh god you were going to lose your lunch.Â
You actually did throw up in your mouth, swallowing it with a burn as you scrambled desperately to get out of whatever putrid pit you were stuck in. You glanced around, finally coming across the source of the smell, dozens of carcasses surrounded you. Some of them so rotted you couldnât even tell what animal it was anymore.Â
You screamed as your hand finally found purchase on something. You glanced down at the hand wrapped around your own and shot up, your feet slipping and sliding against the gore. Two hands wrapped around your biceps and helped you, finally.Â
You grasped onto the arms of whoever had you and practically leapt onto them in your attempt to escape. They pulled you away from the pit and you let out a shuddering sigh. âThank you.â
You glanced up, finally getting to see the face of your savior. He had yellowed teeth, a sweat stained tank top on, and a very adorable smile as he patted your shoulder and backed off. âYou alright?â
You let out a strained, âmhm,â as you attempted to catch your breath and not vomit on his feet. âThere-â you covered your mouth as bile rose up. You pointed towards the pit, taking in a deep breath, âHand. Human hand.â
The man titled his head in confusion before walking over to the pit and digging around where you just were. You winced at the sound of squelching before he managed to reveal the hand once more. You jumped as he grabbed onto it, he laughed as he tugged at it until there was a loud pop and the hand came loose.Â
âAnyone need a hand?â
Your friends, who had been standing at the top of the pit watching you struggle, stared at him with varying expressions of disgust. You let out an awkward laugh, relieved it had only been a mannequin and nothing worse.Â
He turned around at the sound of your laughter and gave you another goofy smile. âThank god,â you breathed.Â
He came back towards you, completely unbothered by the death around him. âSorry âbout your clothes.â
You glanced down at your shirt and grimaced, it was completely covered in brown blood and old bits of roadkill. âNot your fault.â You glanced towards the back of his truck, seeing old blood in the bed of it and realizing this is where he dumped the animals people hit on the highway.Â
âHey!â You both jumped at the booming voice and looked over to see Owen hopping awkwardly down the hill, skirting the dead bodies, and coming to stand next to you. The others hovered further behind. âYou know where Ambrose is?â
The man ignored him, glancing at you. âThat where you were heading?â You nodded and he scoffed, âWoulda been walking a long way. âBout fifteen miles up the road.â
You elbowed Owen in the side and glared at him, âYou said it was close!â
He rubbed his side and shrugged, âI donât know, guess the walk was longer than I thought.â He evaded making any eye contact and stared at his shoes. You rolled your eyes, what an asshole.Â
âI could give you a ride.â
You blanched at the man's suggestion, he seemed nice enough, but you really werenât eager to get into a strangerâs truck. âNo need, weâll just take Owenâs truck.â
He shrugged, âAlright. But good luck getting in, thereâs only one way to town and itâs not on any map.â
You let out a deep sigh, this day is just getting better and better. âWe wonât be bothering you?â He shook his head and walked towards his truck, opening up the passenger door for you.Â
You gave him a tense smile before digging your fingers into Owenâs arm and dragging him behind you. âYouâre coming with me, donât bother arguing.â
âOwen?â Allison shouted after him.Â
The man answered before Owen could, âIâll come back for yâall. Donât you worry!â Something about the smile he shot at them, it was different than the one heâd directed towards you, there was something swimming between his yellowed teeth and honeyed smile. His eyes glittered with malicious intent and you shivered when he looked back at you.Â
You didnât really have another choice, youâd have to follow him. He, apparently, was the only one who could get you into town. You forced a kind smile on your face and thanked him as he helped you up in the truck. âI hope I donât stink up your seats too bad,â you added as he rounded the front.Â
Youâd realized youâd spoken too soon when you actually got a chance to smell the interior of his truck. You clutched the seat as your eyes bulged out. Somehow, the inside was worse than the pit outside.Â
âDonât worry about it,â he said as he hopped in the truck. You heard Owen groan under his breath beside you as he slammed the truck door close.Â
âShit,â he hissed, clutching his stomach and trying not to make a big deal about how fucking awful the truck smelled and felt.Â
âIâm Lester,â the man told you, offering a hand for you to shake. You paused on holding your breath to tell him your and Owenâs names. âYouâll want to find Bo when we get into town. Heâs the mechanic, heâll be able to fix you up.â
You clutched the edge of the seat for the rest of the ride, trying to remain polite as you made small talk with Lester, but you could only hold your breath for so long. He seemed to pick up on your discomfort and rolled the windows down, âAC donât work no more.â
âMaybe Bo could fix it.â
He glanced up at you, eyes lighting up like heâd never thought of that before. âYeah! Maybe he could!â He let out a goofy laugh, slapping his thigh and smiling at you. âI ainât never thought of that before.â
You let out a weak chuckle, the reaction was pretty extreme for something as simple as suggesting you got to a mechanic for car problems. Owen shifted uncomfortably in his seat, âFuckinâ Christ.â He muttered, glancing at Lester out of the corner of his eye and shaking his head.Â
You elbowed him again, ignoring his noise of pain and silently threatening him to shut up. You understood that Lester might stink and have strange reactions, but Christ, he was giving you both a ride fifteen miles out of his way. He could be a little more appreciative.Â
âAlright,â the truck slowly rumbled to a stop. âWeâre here.â
You glanced at Lester and then the clear lack of town through the windshield. âUm, what?â
He chuckled slightly, âItâs around the bend. Truck canât go over that, though.â You followed the direction of his gaze and lifted yourself from the seat to see a little creek and a broken bridge. âGo ahead and Iâll go back for your friends.â
Owen opened the door, practically flying out of the truck. He took in deep and dramatic inhales as the stifling Louisiana air hit him in the face. You rolled your eyes at him and turned back towards Lester, âThank you so much for the help.â
He gave you a strange look, not quite mean but not very friendly, âDonât thank me yet.â You had barely closed the door before he was peeling off.Â
You turned towards Owen but he just shrugged, âI donât know man, I just want to get the fuck out of here.â
You nodded, turning towards the creek, âAgreed.â
You were thankful youâd chosen a black tank top, the sun was beating directly down on you and you were pretty sure you had already sweat through every layer you had on. You were desperate for a hair clip or rubber band or literally anything to get your hair off your neck. Another minute sweating like this and you were just going to chop it all off.Â
âHey, up there.â
âFinally!â You and Owen both sped up, rushing towards the auto shop, eager to get somewhere with air conditioning. But when Owen tried the door it wouldnât budge, he pulled and pushed, wiggled it way too many times and you snapped. âItâs locked, dipshit!â
âThink I donât know that?â He snapped back.Â
You crossed your arms and glared at him, âThen let it go and give up.â He let out a pissy sigh and whirled around, canvassing the rest of town. His eyes landed on the small chapel and he nudged you, pointing at it.
âMaybe thereâs someone in there.â
You followed hesitantly after him as he walked towards it. The closer you got the louder the voices inside were. âWait, Owen, I think thereâs a service going on. We shouldnât just barge in.â
He rolled his eyes and ignored you, throwing the door open without care and glaring inside. You shriveled up in embarrassment when you saw a man kneeling at the front of the chapel. You dared a step closer and winced, he was kneeling in front of a coffin.Â
God, you guys looked like such assholes. âIâm sorry,â you muttered, grabbing Owen by the collar of his shirt and yanking him back outside. You shoved him down the steps and he stumbled, glaring at you.Â
âY/N, what the hell?â
âIt was a funeral service you jackass!â You hissed back at him, unwilling to raise your voice and further disrupt those poor peopleâs mourning. You were halfway across the street when you heard the door behind you open.Â
You tensed up, mentally preparing yourself to face whoever had decided to scold you both. âCan I help you folks?â You turned at the sound of a smooth southern accent and felt heat rise to your cheeks. Well, more heat, you were about as hot as you could get right now.Â
But the man in front of you seemed perfectly comfortable in his all black suit, glaring down at you both from the top of the stairs. You were a little ashamed how attracted to him you were. He was mourning, attending the funeral of someone who was probably close to him and you were drooling over how good he looked in a suit.Â
To be fair, he did look very nice in a suit.Â
âI am so sorry, sir, I tried to stop him.â
Owen nudged you slightly, âShut up, Y/N.â You glared at him but he just crossed his arms and looked down his nose at the man in front of you. âWeâre looking for Bo. You seen him?â
The manâs voice was full of anger as he sneered at Owen, âYouâre talkinâ to him.â
Owen glanced back at you, a mean look on his face. âHer car broke down, can you fix it?â
Bo scoffed, staring down at Owen with a disgusted expression. You knew what he was thinking, how demanding and dickish Owen was. Especially when he knew what Bo had been doing only moments before. You intervened before Owen could dig a deeper hole.Â
âDonât worry about it, sir. Iâm really sorry we interrupted you.â
âY/N-â
âShut up before I make you,â you leveled Owen with a glare. You let the group get away with a lot, talking shit to you and about you constantly. You didnât really care enough to stop them, but you werenât about to let him continue to disrespect the only person who could actually help you out of this hellhole.Â
Owen seemed to get the message and scoffed, walking off with an attitude. Though, he didnât have anywhere to go considering pretty much every business was closed. So he stood in the street, kicking at gravel like a toddler. You rolled your eyes and turned back to Bo, a little surprised to find him already staring down at you.Â
You couldnât decipher the look he was giving you, but it didnât make you feel very comfortable. Though, that could just be the anxiety from your rude companion. âSorry, again.â
You turned around, ready to walk back to the others, when he stopped you. âIâll help you!âÂ
You glanced back at him, eyebrows raised in surprise. âReally?â
He nodded, âGive me a little while to finish up here and Iâll meet you at the shop.â
You nodded, a smile slowly rising on your lips. Maybe this day wasnât completely lost. âOf course, take your time, thank you so much, seriously.â
He nodded, still looking unimpressed. âUh-huh. Uh, you could check out the House of Wax, might make the time pass quicker.â
You nodded again but he didnât bother waiting for a response, already heading back inside the church. He left just in time for the rest of the group to come walking up the street. Owen ran towards them, leaving you behind. You noticed a clear lack of Gwen or Damien and figured theyâd stayed behind with the cars or something.Â
You caught up with them just as Owen finished filling them in on what was going on. âSo we have to wait?â Sarah whined, practically stomping her feet.Â
âYes, because heâs currently burying someone,â you deadpanned. You glanced towards the building towering over the town on top of a hill. âBut we can always check out the House of Wax.â
âYippee,â Allison mumbled sarcastically.Â
You broke off quickly from the rest of the group, immediately embarrassed by how they behaved in the museum. Owen had started off strong, catcalling one of the wax women and groping her. You wandered towards the back of the building, a figure of a dog catching your attention. You hadnât seen any other animals in here.Â
Wow, its fur looked so realistic.Â
You knelt down, getting closer, and shot back in fear as it barked at you. You let out a loud yelp as you landed on your ass, watching the very real dog growl at you.Â
âHoly shit, did not think you were real.â You held up your hands in surrender, âGood girl, itâs okay.â After a minute she stopped growling and slowly moved towards you. You smiled as you pet her, running your fingers through her fur and laughing when she licked your hands. âArenât you sweet?â
You heard a creak in the doorway behind her and your head shot up. A man loomed over you, a wax mask over his face and long black locks hanging over his shoulders. âHi,â you whispered, completely thrown off by his appearance.Â
âDo you work here?â
Nothing.Â
He had to, if the mask was anything to go by, maybe it was like some outfit they made the employees wear. You glanced down at his hands, you could see wax covering them and sculpting tools in the belt slung around his hip. âOh, are you an artist?â You asked, tone a little more excited.Â
He tilted his head, and you felt your heart speed up when he stepped closer. The dog left you, walking over to him with her tail wagging and tongue lolling out the side of her mouth. He reached down, not breaking his stare with you, and pet her lightly.Â
You got to your feet, trying not to show how uncomfortable he was making you. Finally, he nodded.Â
âWell,â you stuttered slightly over your words, tongue tied with anxiety. âTheyâre all amazing. I accidentally bumped into one and apologized because I thought it was real,â your words trailed off with an awkward chuckle. âI even thought your dog was real, she scared me half to death when she moved.â
God, kill me now, this had to be the most awkward one sided interaction youâve ever had with someone. âD-,â you cleared your throat, trying to get your voice to stop cracking. âDid you do this?â You pointed to the scene behind you, a family eating dinner at a dusty wooden table.
He shook his head, slowly lumbering past you and lifting the womanâs hair. You took a hesitant step forward and peered at the back of her neck where he was pointing.Â
TS was carved into the wax. âTS?â Your eyes narrowed before it finally clicked in your head. âTrudy Sinclair?â He nodded and you smiled. âOh, yeah, I saw an article about her up front. Sheâs the woman that runs the museum, right?â Another nod. Maybe he was mute. Maybe he wasnât some freaky serial killer that was about to use that scalpel in his belt to slit your throat.Â
Please just be extremely socially awkward.Â
âWhole place is wax,â you dumbly pointed out, because clearly he knew that. âPretty impressive.â He straightened up, moving the womanâs hair back in place and carefully brushing it out with his fingers. The care in which he treated the mannequin was a little off putting, he was acting like she was living and breathing, something to be coddled. âUm,â you stopped staring at his hands, focusing once again on his waxed face. âWhatâs your name?â
He took a step forward, then another and another until he was standing right in front of you, sharing the air you breathed. You couldnât help but gulp, feet glued to the floor as the dark holes in his mask burned into you. In your peripheral you watched as his arm stretched out and winced slightly, prepared for a hit or stab or something.Â
But it just hovered in the air, after a moment you realized he was pointing at something. You turned around and found a signature scrawled into another wax figure.Â
Vincent
âVincent,â you let out a sigh of relief and held out a hand, giving him your own name. After a moment he took your hand, grip tight to the point that it hurt. But he didnât shake it like youâd expected, instead he moved his hand up your arm, digging his fingers into your forearm and dragging you back to the front door. You whimpered when he opened the door and threw you outside.Â
You clutched your forearm to your chest, rubbing the forming bruises as the door slammed in your face. âWell, fuck you too then,â you muttered under your breath. You turned around glancing down the street and seeing Allison and Owen already walking towards the auto shop. You bound down the steps and run after them, panting when you finally catch up.Â
âWhereâs Sarah and Dean?â
Allison snorted, âSaid they found a bed upstairs.â She glanced at you, âI think you can put two and two together.â
Your nose wrinkled and you groaned, âThatâs disgusting. The guy that runs the place is literally in there.â
âDonât be a prude,â Owen admonished. âTheyâre just screwing around.â
You glanced back at the House of Wax, seeing a figure moving in the window of the upper floor and shook your head. Jackasses.Â
Bo was waiting for you all at the door of the auto shop. He was still in his black suit, except this time he had an easygoing grin on his face. A complete 180 from the man who looked ready to rip Owenâs dick off for interrupting a funeral.Â
He gave you a particularly large smile as you approached, holding the door open for you as you entered the shop. You didnât get the relief you were hoping for, the air in here almost as stifling as it was outside. It was maybe two degrees cooler. Whatever, youâd take what you could get on such a shitty day.Â
âYou know what the problem is with your car, sweetheart?âÂ
It took an awkward moment of silence to realize he was talking to you. When you looked up from the floor you saw his gaze drilling into yours, not missing the way his eyes flitted down to your low cut top and then back up. You couldnât really blame him, youâd been eyeing him since he introduced himself.Â
âUm,â you glanced towards Owen. âWhat did Dean say it was?â
He rubbed the back of his neck, an unsure look on his face. âSomething about a hose.â
Bo nodded, sucking on his teeth before he went to the back of his shop. You rocked back and forth on your heels, ignoring the other two who were wandering around his shop and whispering to themselves. âHey, honey, you mind cominâ back here a minute?â
You peered around the doorway and saw Bo bent over rummaging around in some boxes. âMe?â
He looked over his shoulder and chuckled, âWho else?â
You were about to step forward when you heard Allison hiss your name. You turned around and she pulled her top down mouthing âmaybe heâll give you a discount,â pointing to your own shirt and laughing. You crossed your arms reflexively, covering your breasts from her view and tugging your shirt higher up to be petty. She rolled her eyes, clearly called you a prude, and turned back around.Â
You really needed new friends.Â
You walked into the back of Boâs shop, taking in the different tools and boxes along the walls. âWhatâs up?â
âAny of these look right?â
You glanced down at the hoses he had laid out, the blood draining from your face when you realized you did not know anything about your car. You really hadnât even known a hose was a thing until today. âUm, Iâm not sure.â
âWell,â he started, losing some patience as his tone took a curt edge. Your stomach toiled with anxiety, not liking the idea of him getting pissed at you. âYou know what size ya need?âÂ
You cleared your throat, âOwen!â You called out the door, you heard a grumbled what in response. âYou know what size I need?â
âTwo and a half!â
You missed Bo sliding a hose under his work table as you turned back around, scanning the tags and frowning when you saw he didnât have the right size. âThereâs a two, would that work?â You asked, picking the hose up and holding it out to him.Â
His tongue poked into his cheek and he shook his head, ââFraid not, sweetheart.â
âShit,â you placed the hose back down and rubbed your face, wincing as you remembered you were still covered in innards. âUgh, gross,â you pulled your hands away from your face and could already feel streaks of blood on your cheeks.Â
Bo chuckled and reached for a clean rag off his work table. He gave you a charming smile and wiped the blood off your face. You tried not to let yourself be too affected by how close he was, but it was hard, really, really, hard. So, as you always do in situations you donât know how to handle, you blabber.Â
âHouse of Wax was really cool,â you mumble.
âHm,â he hums, not interested at all as his gaze darts down to your lips.Â
âYeah, the guy, Vincent, I donât think he liked me very much,â you let out a barely audible laugh, remembering his harsh treatment as he tossed you out.Â
Bo froze, his eyelids dropping slightly as the tender look on his face melted away, replaced by something you didnât understand. Or didnât want to understand. The hair on the back of your neck was standing up as goosebumps traveled along your arms. You werenât cold, not in the slightest, this felt like something else. Like an instinctual response to a predator.Â
You backed away a step, no longer feeling comfortable being so close to him. âWhatâd you say?â His voice was low, so low you could almost mistake it for a growl.Â
âUm,â you swallowed harshly, throat parched and lips completely dried by the humidity. âVincent,â you didnât like how small your voice was. Didnât like how quickly the atmosphere had shifted from something charged to something dangerous. âHe- he showed me some wax sculptures and then he tossed me out.â
âYou saw Vincent?â You nodded, backing a step further when he approached you. He noticed and let out a low laugh, the grin returning, but there were entirely too many teeth. âYou say anything? âBout his mask? How quiet he was?â He probed, his tone almost teasing like he wanted you to say Yeah, called him a freak and laughed at him. Like he wanted to use your response as an excuse for something.Â
You shook your head quickly, âNo. No, of course not,â you were quick to defend yourself, trying to sound as sincere as possible. You didnât want him to think you were as rude as your traveling companions. âI thought maybe all the museum workers had to wear those. Like a theme or something. And,â you stumbled slightly over your words as he moved towards you again. You stepped back towards the doorway, trying to get back in the view of the others. âAnd I can be pretty quiet myself, I didnât think it would be kind to pry.â
He finally stopped, but it wasnât enough to calm you down. You still could feel your heart pounding against your chest, going so fast you felt a little dizzy. You werenât an idiot, you knew how risky it was approaching so many strange men in one day. But you had been trapped, like a mouse dropped in a maze, constantly searching for a way out.Â
Youâd had no choice but to accept help from all the people youâd interacted with in this town, but you didnât forget how much danger they could pose to you and your friends. You were all too aware of how stupid it was to be in a room with this stranger.Â
This stranger who switched between masks so fast you got whiplash. Just as quickly as it had disappeared, his smile was back, still just as handsome, but no longer disarming. He shrugged, âVincent doesnât show himself to anyone, really. Just a little curious, thatâs all. And that mask is all him, sweetheart.â
âRight,â you forced a smile, moving out of the way so he could walk back into the main part of the shop.Â
He clapped his hands together, getting the attention of the others. âSorry folks but I donât got the parts you need here.â
Allison and Owen both let out loud groans, their voices blending together in anger as they harassed Bo for not having the one car part they needed. You winced as they yelled at him, demanding to know how he even called himself a mechanic if he didnât have one simple part. You could see Boâs patience leaving him again, jaw clenching and teeth grinding together.Â
âShut up!â You shouted, glaring at them from behind Bo. âJesus, act your fucking ages,â you muttered, storming past Bo and going to stand near them. You didnât bother looking at any of them, despite the stares you could feel boring into you.Â
âThank you,â Bo mumbled before his voice rose again. âAs I was sayinâ I got some parts up at my house. Only about a ten minute walk, you could use the bathroom, clean up, Iâll see if I have what you need.â
Allison and Owen shared a look before turning towards you, the both of them huddling around you. âI donât want to go anywhere near that freakâs house. Heâs probably got some redneck sex dungeon.â
âAllison,â you admonished, looking over her shoulder to make sure Bo hadnât heard. He seemed preoccupied with something under his desk. âShut up, heâs being nice and putting up with our shit. I mean, he just buried someone guys, and heâs still trying to help. Least you could do is be respectful.â
Allison huffed and sighed and rolled her eyes before finally nodding, âFine. But Iâm using you as a human shield if shit goes south.â
âFine by me,â you muttered, pushing away from them both and smiling at Bo. âIf you donât mind, weâd love to go.â
He nodded, smiling at you before walking to the door. He opened it but he didnât leave until he threw over his shoulder, âDonât worry, if I was taking anyone to my dungeon itâd be this one.â You squeaked as he pinched your waist and walked out.Â
Allison scoffed, like she was offended, and followed after him.Â
âSo,â Bo started, slowing down so you could catch up to him. You sped up slightly, matching his stride and giving him a small smile as he stared at you. âWhatâre you doinâ with these jackasses?â
You couldnât stop a snort from slipping out at his blunt language. You glanced behind you, watching Allison and Owen bicker about something and turned back towards him, shrugging. âI donât know, they needed my car and I wanted to get out of the house, I guess.â
âWell, how long you been friends?â
âNot long, I met Allison a year ago and I guess I just started hanging around them.â
âYou donât seem to get along real well.â It wasnât a question, it was a statement, a fact in his eyes that you didnât belong with them. And he was probably right, you hated them, they hated you.Â
âOnly reason Iâve stuck around this long is âcause I donât have anyone else.â
You didnât notice how he perked up, how quickly he tuned into the loneliness in your words and pounced. You should have, for someone so perceptive and paranoid, but you were too busy grimacing at a chunk of dead something in your shorts pocket.Â
âNo one? No family? No other friends? No one to notice-â He cut himself off, once again sending you a smile, though this one seemed more sympathetic than anything. Like he knew your pain and could relate to it.Â
âYeah, no one.â
âHm,â he offered nothing else. Just another hum and a nod as you approached the house at the top of the incline. He walked up to the front door, unlocking it, and turning around to survey you all. âAnyone need the can?â
Owen stepped forward, Allison clinging to his arm with a paranoid look on her face, eyes darting all around the perimeter of the house. Bo glanced behind them at you, âSweetheart?â
âNo, Iâm good, thanks.â He might be charming but there was no way in hell you were just gonna wander in blind to his house.Â
âYou sure? I could give you a change of clothes.â
Before you could figure out a polite way to decline again, Allison had grabbed onto the strap of your tank top and was dragging you up the porch. âPlease, fuck, I canât stand the smell anymore.â
You ripped your arm out of her grasp, jumping as the door slammed closed behind you. For a moment the house stayed dark, no light and no noise other than the sound of your breathing. Then you heard a click and light shone down on a cluttered living room and outdated kitchen.Â
âSorry, havenât had time for the maid,â Bo muttered sarcastically. He turned towards you, motioning you forward and, reluctantly, you followed. âBathroomâs down the hall to the left.â Owen nodded, heading down the hallway while Allison stayed planted by the door.Â
âIâll show you my room and you can get changed.â
âThanks,â you followed him wearily up the stairs, jumping every time the old wood creaked. âI really appreciate this, I know weâve bugged you a lot today.â
âYeah, you have.â You frowned, taken aback by how honest he sounded. In your defense, he had offered up his house to you guys. He turned around and mustâve seen the disgruntled look on your face because another grin broke out and he laughed, âIâm messinâ with ya. Relax, itâs no trouble at all for such a pretty lady.â
He opened up the door at the top of the stairs and stepped inside. You heard him moving around, drawers opening and slamming shut before he emerged again a pile of unfolded clothes in his hand. âHere, you can use the room to change.â
You nodded and stepped inside, quick to lock the door behind you. You waited until you heard his footsteps going back down the stairs to strip out of your clothes and change. You moved as quickly as you possibly could, a little paranoid that he had cameras in his room or something, watching you.Â
You werenât sure what had changed. Maybe it was Allisonâs insistence that he actually had a sex dungeon, or that you were in a strangerâs room, but you felt scared. You felt watched and uncomfortable and like you wanted to get the hell out of here as quickly as possible, put Ambrose in your rear view and never look back.Â
You held up the shirt Bo had left you and frowned. It was big, much bigger than he was. This didnât seem like something he would own, the fitting all wrong, this seemed like something that belonged somewhere else. To someone else.Â
You stared at it a moment longer before shaking the thought away and pulling the button up over your arms. As you worked on the last button you realized he hadnât left you with any pants. Hopefully just a simple oversight on his part. It went down to your thighs, so itâs not like you were completely exposed. Youâd just pretend you were wearing a dress.Â
Your eyes scanned the room, you would go through his drawers and look for some pants but it didnât feel right to dig around in his stuff. The room itself was a clusterfuck of boxes of clothes and sprawled sheets. You jumped around a box full of menâs clothing and frowned at the labels on the box. Each box had different sizes and different dates.Â
Your heart beat just a little bit faster when you spotted womenâs clothes shoved under his bed.
There could be plenty of explanations.Â
He swung every which way and this was all clothing from his conquests.Â
He liked to dabble in drag.Â
He was collecting clothes for the homeless.Â
You went with the last one, despite the fact that it didnât make you feel any better. You walked into his bathroom, smiling when you saw a hair clip on the sink. You picked it up, hoping it wasnât someoneâs favorite and that they wouldnât mind you borrowing it for a bit.Â
Just as you were about to clip up your hair you noticed a smudge of red on the corner. The claw itself was completely white, the red was pretty hard to miss. You frowned, bringing it closer to your face and running your fingers over the color.Â
It flaked off under your thumb, the copper falling into the sink.Â
There were only so many things you could ignore.Â
A blood covered claw was not one of them.Â
You rinsed it off in the sink, shoving your hair up and running towards the bedroom door. You didnât bother collecting your clothes, there was no saving them and you had bigger things to fuss about. Mainly the fact that Allison was right.Â
This dude definitely had a fucking sex dungeon.Â
You forced yourself to slow down when you reached the top of the stairs. You peered over the railing, listening for any noises or creeping shadows. It was almost worse when you didnât hear anything. Allison should be at the door, bitching about how long it takes Owen to pee. Bo should be walking around somewhere.Â
Instead, the house was still, you barely even heard your own breath over your racing heart. You were careful as you made your way down the stairs, avoiding the boards you know creaked and lightly making your way towards the front door.Â
âAllison?â You whispered, looking around the den or kitchen for her.Â
Nothing.
You hesitated, wondering if you should look for her or make a run for it. You heard footsteps getting closer to the door and made your choice, grabbing the keys off the tray nearby and racing through the doorway.Â
âY/N?â
You turned around as you reached Boâs red truck, looking just in time to see a knife split through Allisonâs jaw. You couldnât even scream, the noise locked away in the deepest part of yourself as you struggled to process what was happening.Â
The blade stuck out grotesquely between her teeth, her eyes remained blinking, that was the worst part. They blinked, tears pouring down her cheek before the man behind her was shoving her forward and her body was toppling to the ground limply. You jumped at the thud, eyes wide and burning with your own tears as you looked into the dark holes of Vincentâs mask.Â
âVincent?â You whispered, the only thing you could actually manage to get out. His head tilted and he stepped over Allisonâs body like she wasnât even there. Your hands shook, the keys slipping out and landing in the dirt under your shoes. He was about ten feet away before your flight instincts finally kicked inÂ
âFuck,â you whispered, abandoning the truck and taking off just as the knife heâd thrown landed in the dirt where youâd been standing only a second earlier.Â
You used to run, it had been an easy form of therapy. A way to get out unresolved and pent up emotions that left you feeling stunted. Youâd loved it, reveled in the burn in your thighs, the buzz that thrummed through your blood as you pushed yourself to your limits and then further.Â
But youâd stopped, got caught up in a group of shitty friends and stopped taking care of yourself. Now, the once thrilling buzz was slowing you down. The muscles in your thighs unprepared and unused as you forced them to go faster. You felt like you were trying to run in a dream, your muscles working as hard as possible but you were stuck in a limbo, never moving fast enough.Â
You could hear heavy boots pounding behind you and you tried to push through that limit that you felt locked around your legs. But you couldnât, you couldnât move faster and you already felt yourself slowing down. Your lungs heaving as your throat burned, struggling to take in any air.Â
âAH!â You let out a strange sounding scream as something heavy and hard rammed into your back. It sent you flying, knees scraping against pavement as you were pancaked to the road.Â
âThere ya are, darlinâ! You donât know how bad my feelings were hurt when I saw youâd run off.â You whimpered as Bo pinned your arms behind your back, his knees digging into your spine until you both heard it crack and you cried out in pain.Â
âBo, please,â you begged. âPlease.â
He chuckled, leaning down until his mouth was next to your ear. âPlease, what, darlin?â
âPlease fuck off,â you growled throwing your head back and listening to Boâs nose snap. You used the distraction to wrestle your way out from under him, rolling onto him, legs straddling his waist as you grabbed a nearby rock and brought it down.
His hand shot up and gripped your wrist, squeezing until you couldnât feel your fingers and were forced to let go of the rock. âFuckinâ bitch.â
You slapped at him as he tried to sit up and pin you down. You didnât care how rabid or unorganized you were. You clawed, screamed and kicked until youâd gained the upper hand and were jumping away from him. âFuck you,â you hissed, glaring at him as you clutched at your hurt wrist.Â
His nose was no longer pouring blood, instead it was a slow steady drip as he glared at you with what could only be described as an animalistic snarl. âBitch,â he spat back.Â
âThat the best you got?â You taunted, âYouâre the backwoods freak who's killing off college kids. Lemme guess, Vincentâs your brother, he wears that mask because mommy and daddy were actually Uncle-Dad and Aunt-mom? Your weird little incest freak didnât want to let mommyâs dream die? I bet one of you fuckinâ killed her, too.â
âShut the fuck up!â He shouted, lunging for you. You darted off to the side, leaping over a wooden picket fence and through the yards of the silent neighborhood. The sky was turning pink, your favorite time of day, right before night finally fell.Â
But you didnât have time to enjoy it, crying as you ran away from the feral man behind you. You could hear him breathing, stomping his way behind you, it was like being chased by a wild animal, not a man. Maybe thatâs what was terrifying you so bad, humans were predictable. You knew what type of torture to expect from them, the cruelties they were capable of. But a man like this, a beast like this, you had no idea what he would do to you.Â
Tear you apart right here in the street?
Take you back to his home and keep you until better prey came along?
You didnât want to find out. And you didnât want him to have the satisfaction of your death.Â
You had been screaming as he attacked you, shouting as you ran from him. Not once did a light click on or off as you ran through the neighborhood. No curtains drew back or faces pressed against the window pane in curiosity.Â
You knew you were alone, the rest of your friends were most likely dead.Â
You gasped, losing your breath, as you slammed into something hard. âY/N? What the fuck?â You whined in pain, looking up to see Owen standing over you. He kneeled down, like he was going to help you up, until you heard the sound of laughter behind you.Â
âGot you,â Bo taunted. And you knew he was talking about you, he didnât give a shit about Owen, he just wanted you.Â
âOwen, please,â you whispered, begging him to, just this once, help you. Be a decent guy, make the right choice. You should have known better. Just as youâd gotten to your feet, two strong hands had gripped your shoulders and sent you flying.Â
A different set of hands found their way around your waist, coiling around you like a python until their grip was so tight your face was turning purple from loss of air. âTold you, jackasses,â Bo whispered, the last thing you heard before you were blacking out.Â
Nine Inch Nails.Â
Thatâs what you could process when you woke up.
The next thing you felt as your eyelids slowly peeled open, a near painful process, was the jostling around your legs. You whined, your throat completely raw and glanced down. Bo was standing at the end of some sort of chair, similar to a gurney, and duct taping your legs down. He glanced up, hair plastered with sweat and grinned at you. He had changed, you hadnât noticed before but heâd ditched the suit for his coveralls.Â
You let out a sigh, rolling your eyes and glancing towards the ceiling as you blinked back tears.Â
You were going to die and the last thing you were going to hear was the blasting of Closer by Nine Inch Nails.Â
Fuck my life
Bo moved up, holding your wrists down on the metal armrests and duct taping those too. You looked to the side, and saw strange circular markings on his wrist. You assumed, whenever they disposed of your body and took the tape off, you would have matching scars.Â
You heard footsteps clomping above you and the sound of Damien and Gwenâs voices. âWhere did they all go?â
âI donât know, maybe theyâre in the auto shop.â
Gwen sounded unsure, âMaybe, it is the only place thatâs open.â
Bo ran behind you, his warm hand clamping over your mouth and keeping it shut as they passed the grate above you. You hadnât even tried to open your mouth to scream for help, you knew you couldnât, your throat was destroyed already.Â
âIâm gonna take my hand off and youâre gonna be quiet. Yeah?â You nodded your head, feeling the salty warmth of your tears trailing down his hand and building up on your cheeks. âYeah,â he whispered, the tone too intimate as he slowly released you.Â
He remained beside you, poised and ready to strike but you didnât make a move to call out. âGood girl,â he chuckled and placed a hand over yours. âIâm gonna go up, deal with those assholes, and youâre gonna behave. Right?â
You nodded again and he dug blunt fingernails into tender skin. You whimpered out, âYes, Bo.â
He laughed again and walked towards the door, keys clinking as he locked it behind himself. âFucking sicko,â you spat the second the door was closed. You moved your legs, wincing as the tape picked at your bare skin.Â
âOh, fuck it,â you were sweaty enough, the moisture on your skin providing enough glide for you to wiggle one leg out of the tape. Arrogant bastard had given you too much freedom, he probably didnât even think you were going to run.Â
Now, your wrists.Â
Your arms were sweaty, sure, but these were tight. You tried to use a jerking motion youâd once seen in a stupid action movie, bringing your wrists to your chest. But your muscles were fatigued and you didnât have enough strength to rip the tape off.Â
You flopped against the flattened cushion of the chair, trying not to sob incoherently as Boâs rock music blared in the garage above. You could hear voices speaking. You didn't know how much time you had left until Bo just got rid of them and came back down for you.Â
Youâd been pointedly ignoring the wall of Polaroids since youâd woken up, not wanting to see what they were. Afraid you already knew.Â
You ignored the unnatural bend of your shoulder, how much it screamed out in pain as you contorted your body over your right wrist, teeth picking at the duct tape until you felt like they were coming loose. But you didnât stop, you kept going until you felt the slightest tear under your lips.Â
You had to stop yourself from crying out in victory as you used whatever remained of your strength to jerk at the tape again and again, your muscles crying as you finally ripped yourself free. You stuffed down your cries, using your free hand to unwrap the other.Â
You allowed yourself a moment to roll out your wrists and shake off your legs before you were shooting off the gurney and stumbling towards a corner of the room. Your legs felt like jelly, and you knew that wasnât good, but you pushed past the fear as footsteps stomped down the stairs.Â
Your heart rate picked up and your throat clenched as you pushed sweat-matted hair out of your face. You took in a deep breath and then held it as the door slammed open. You winced, grateful you hadnât chosen to hide behind that. Bo stepped into the room, there was a blind spot of about five seconds before he would see you were out of your chair.Â
You needed to use that to slip behind him and out the door.Â
You heard one boot enter. Then the next.Â
You could hear your blood rushing in your ears, adrenaline making your muscles tingle back to life.Â
Another step, you inched forward, another, you slid against the wall. Bo finally made it all the way in. âWhat the fuck!â
You shot behind him, racing up the steps and bursting through the door of the garage. You didnât give yourself time to celebrate or look to see if he was following you. You darted down the street, suddenly grateful Bo had only given you a shirt to wear.Â
You were sure it was for his own pleasure, but right now all it meant was that your legs werenât constricted by tight denim and you could run as fast as your body would allow. You turned to the right, bursting through the doors of the chapel.Â
You froze at the entrance, taking in a deep heaving breath as you tried to find a hiding spot. The pews were too noticeable, the casket probably wouldnât fit you. You nearly cried as you tried to figure it out.Â
Outside you heard Bo stomping, his voice calling out your name. Fuck it, you dove for the priest, using his large robes and throwing yourself under them. You had just managed to clamp a sweaty palm over your mouth as the doors of the church opened, deceptively quiet.Â
Boâs footsteps were soft as he walked through. You feel dizzy sitting under this preserved priest, the air stifling and you felt like you were running out of oxygen. Sweat beaded at your hairline, dripping down into your eyes as you tried to blink it away.Â
You jumped, nails digging into your palm, at the sound of wood crashing against the wall. âGet out here!â He roared, and you knew he was slowly making his way through the pews. He tossed each of them around, checking under and around them for you.Â
You ducked down, lifting the robe a centimeter off the floor. If you closed your eyes, put your hand over your ears, you were a little girl again, hiding under the table as your mother counted down. Sheâd find you soon, youâd giggle and sheâd pretend she didnât hear it before popping under the table cloth and catching you.Â
Her fingers digging into your sides, searching for that ticklish spot. No, sheâs poking too hard, that hurts.Â
Shit, that hurts.Â
You kick out, your shoe catching Boâs jaw as you make a run for it, darting out from the priest and back through the chapel doors. The only thing you can focus on are the bright lights, blinding against the night sky- when did it get dark?
You stumbled over your feet, legs not moving the way you wanted them to. Shit, you donât feel good. Did he drug you? Is it the heat? You havenât eaten all day, or drank anything. Maybe it was finally catching up to you.Â
Through blurry eyes you ran towards the movie theater, the brightest beacon you can actually make out. You trip through the doors, slamming them closed behind you. You spot one of those metal poles, the old one with red cloth they used to keep people in line. With limp arms and struggling steps you lift it up and slam it through the handles, just as Bo starts to shake them on the other side.Â
You back away from them slowly, eyes scanning the lobby for anything you could use. Behind the concession desk you manage to spot something.Â
BREAK IN CASE OF EMERGENCY
Youâd say this constituted an emergency. You kicked through the glass, ignoring how it dragged along your legs, and pulled the ax out of its case. There had to be a back door out of here.Â
Your eyes widened and you cursed, there had to be a back way out of here, and Bo would know it. You threw the ax on the ground, ripping the pole out of the handles before scooping the ax back up and running back into the dark.
Apparently youâd made the right choice because Bo was no longer where you left him. He was probably sneaking through some secret exit waiting to grab you. You looked towards the end of the street, up the hill, and back at Boâs front door.
There was still light shining through, but you were sure Allisonâs body was long gone. You glanced behind you before taking in a deep centering breath and shooting off again.Â
You held your breath, hiding underneath the table as Bo came stumbling into his home. You could see him clutching a wound on his arm and Vincent materialized behind him. He reached for his brother but Bo jerked back, âGet, get, back!â He spoke like he was talking to some dog, âFuckinâ freak.â
You winced as you watched them interact, Bo tossing shit at his brother and his brother ducking like he was used to it. Vincent walked over to a candle, heating a spoon over the flame and picking up a toaster. He used the metallic reflection to smooth over a dent in his mask and Bo came up, appearing on his shoulder like the worst kind of devil.Â
âMomma would be proud of you.â Vincentâs movements paused at his suddenly tender brotherâs voice. âI told you this would look better. The last two are gonna look great,â he assured, kindly, and you grimace in disgust. Shouldâve known this was his idea. Your knuckles creaked around the handle of the ax and you debated just ending this now.Â
Vincent turns towards his brother, spoon discarded, and signs something. You know enough about the language to recognize the hand movements when you see it, but you canât understand it from your angle.Â
âWhat girl?â Bo snarled, Vincent winced and signed something else. Bo snorted, âHer? What you gotta crush or somethinâ?â Vincent shook his head quickly and Bo rolled his eyes, voice cruel. âWhat, one girlâs nice to you and you wanna break our rules? Sheâs dead when Iâm done with her. Thatâs it.â Bo buried his finger in Vincentâs shoulder, shoving harshly. âUnderstood?â Vincent didnât respond immediately and Bo shoved again. âUnderstood!â He shouted and Vincent finally nodded.Â
You watched them move out of sight, followed their shoes out of the house and finally slinked out of your hiding spot. Youâd seen where Vincent had emerged from earlier and retraced the steps, finding a hidden basement in their fatherâs office. You glanced behind you once before jumping down into the hole.
âDamien? Gwen? Fucking anybody?â You kept glancing behind you, ax ready as you creeped your way through Vincentâs tunnels. Finally, you started to see the warm glow of candles at the very end of the section you were in.Â
Caution thrown to the wind, you made a run for it and burst into what looked like Vincentâs workshop. You looked around, not seeing anything of interest besides one torture chair. Youâd slit your throat before they got you in that.Â
You found his desk, sketches scattered around the edges. You took a peek and were surprised to find a partially done profile of your face. You glanced around, making sure you were safe, before picking the sketch up.Â
You looked pretty, even half done, he might have been a little to generous with you. Made you too elegant, noble, untouchable. Flattering if he wasnât going to try and kill you. You saw something scrawled at the very bottom and your heart clenched, She was nice.
Perhaps you were too tender-hearted, to feel any pity for these monsters. But youâd seen the news articles in their fatherâs office, what had happened to their family, the chair Bo was once strapped in. What they were was their motherâs final project, the legacy she left behind, one of pain and hatred. Each of them hating themselves for different reasons because of her.Â
But you werenât an idiot, you saw the was in the title of your drawing. You might have been kind, but he wasnât planning on letting you live. Something rattled in the room to your right and you threw the drawing down, turning towards the door and carefully opening it.Â
âY/N!â Owen cried out, relief making itself clear on his face as he saw you. âGet me out of here.â You rushed forward, kneeling down and trying to undo the straps around his ankles. But your fingers werenât working properly, they felt like they were swelling and burning and useless. You whined in frustration as you tried to get the metal through the hole.Â
âFuck!â Owen kicked out as much as he could and you jumped back. âCan you do anything right? Just get me out of here!â He screeched.Â
You went momentarily blind with rage, anger boiling in your gut so quickly you nearly keeled over. âIâm trying to help you, you fucking dick! You left me behind to that psycho earlier and Iâm still trying to help you!â You screamed at him, not paying attention to the raw feeling of your throat or the footsteps behind you. âWhy donât you ever just shut up!â
You werenât aware the ax was still in your hands, or maybe you were, as you brought your arms down in frustration. It landed in his thigh, barely missing the femoral artery, and he screamed. That type of scream you only hear from squealing pigs right before their butchered.Â
You didnât think you enjoyed it.
Didn't want to enjoy it.Â
But you dug the blade in.Â
Heâd made your life a living hell, heâd tried to get you killed earlier, and even when youâd ignored it and tried to save him he still yelled at you. Granted, it wasnât the worst thing heâs ever said to you, but it was the worst thing he could say at that moment. You pressed on the handle, not realizing you were smiling as he squealed some more.Â
You got a headache after a second, struggling to rip the blade back out before you were lifting it once more and bringing it down over his neck, the blood splattering your face, bleeding into your open eyes as you watch his head topple to the ground.Â
âHoly shit,â you turned around and looked at Bo, the fight draining from your body. âDidnât think you had it in you.â He glanced at the ax in your hands and smiled, this one looked real, the realest he could manage. âGonna kill me too?â
You shrugged, tossing the ax at his feet. âYou gonna kill me?â
He looked at you, really looked at you, standing there covered in your âfriendâsâ blood and unknowingly smiling at the carnage. âI donât know,â he finally muttered.Â
Part two
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